#wincestdrabble

[nerdylocksandthethreebears]

weecest request where sam is particularly cute bartender in a bar and dean is regular customer who always flirts at him

I am so sorry about how long this took, but here you go! Hopefully, it is what you wanted and thank you so much for the prompt. 

Sam had been working here for years now, it was meant to be just a job to get him through college but he fell in love. It was a complete 360 to the original plan. Go to college, find a girl, graduate, become a lawyer, marry the girl, have kids, die. Now he didn’t know where the road was taking him but he kind of liked that, liked not having everything planned out because at least then it hadn’t been planned out for you. 

Sam had just added the finishing touches to his latest creation, some pond water looking concoction that probably had most of the bottom shelf in it, with a delicately placed mint leaf in the center. He placed it carefully on the bar in front of him just in time for the leather jacket to fill the seat. 

“So, this one is special. Be extra nice, means a lot.” Sam said, not even having to look up to see who it was, Dean always smelt the same, always dressed the same, wore the same shoes. Sam did look up though, a smile tugging at his lips when he saw the very skeptical look he was getting sent his way, piercing eyes reading him like a book, but to his surprise, Dean still picked it up. 

Unsurprisingly, you could see the regret instantly washing over Dean’s face and he valiantly tried to swallow the drink, but two gags later and it was being spat back into the glass. 

“I would swallow a lot of things for you, sweetheart, but that is not one of them,” Dean said in the same gruff voice that made the butterflies come alive in Sam’s stomach, as it did every time. The blush crept up on Sam’s face, starting at his cheeks and spreading. He quickly busied himself, ducking away to rectify the cocktail situation. The concoction was quickly replaced with a glass of water and an empty cocktail glass. 

“Well most things I would ask you to swallow wouldn’t taste that bad,” Sam said, biting his lip as he flung around the cocktail shaker, and yes, he was showing off. “Speaking of swallowing, this one has pineapple juice as a base- don’t pull that face. It isn’t too sweet.” 

Dean’s look of skepticism changed into a smile as he was called out, “You know me so well, darling. Guess I don’t like my cocktails like I like my men because you are like pure sugar, baby.” 

[wincester1396]

Laundry in exchange for sex.

What Sam had in mind needed stealth and speed. Specially when Dean's hunter instinct could foul his plan. But Dean was going to pay for playing the big brother card and making Sam do the laundry every week.

As soon as they booked a room for the night, Dean hogged the shower.

"Sammy, wanna join me?"

"Nah.. I got some things to do."

"Whatever."

Sam laid back on the bed looking up at the ceiling covered with mould. Closing his eyes he felt at peace. Things were good these days. No end of the world looming over their heads, everyone's souls were in place even the hunts were few. Hence the reason for Dean's shenanigans. He needed to vent out that energy.

As Dean came out of the shower, Sam almost gave up his plan and decided to jump Dean then and there. But damn it! He was a Winchester. If he couldn't be determined and stubborn then no one else could.

"Want a piece of this, hon?" Desire was dripping just like the shower droplets, all the way to his groin.

"Yeah. Maybe I'll grab a bite later." He could see the heat flare and eyes change colour as he made his way into the shower. Stage 1 successful.

Dean was all naked and hard when Sam came back almost half an hour later.

"Took you long enough princess. C'mere."

"Close your legs Dean. You look ridiculous. Also I jerked off in the shower. So I am kinda just sleepy now."

"What the fuck Sam! I.. you.. fuck you!!"

"Maybe tomorrow.." Sam chuckles as he slides into their bed automatically becoming the small spoon.

Dean is still fuming and distracted and Sam is ready. It all happens in hardly 5 seconds. Startle, twist, stretch, cuff, giggle. In 5 seconds Dean's hands are cuffed to the headboard. Stage 2 complete.

"SAMMY. What the fuck are you up to?? Good move by the way. But still, open up the cuffs bitch."

"Yeah. Like that's gonna happen. You know Dean, baby, they say revenge is the dish best served cold. This is for you always being the whiny brat."

"Oh. So what cha gonna do Sammy? Make me beg? Make me cum till we pass out? Yeah?"

"Patience Dee. Patience" Sam said as he slid down Dean body. Till he reached his hard hot length. He mouthed all around, leaving wet kisses, skipping exact locations that would pleasure Dean the most.

Dean was already panting and started moving his hand to grab Sam's hair only to realise that they were cuffed. He let out a muffled groan.

Sam grabbed the base of Dean's dick, blocking any chance of cumming unexpectedly and swallowed him whole. Dean's back formed the perfect arc that Sam was so fond of.

"Sam please! Please just.."

"That's all you can take brother? This is just the beginning babe." The sight of Sam with a string of pre-cum extending from Dean's cock to his lips was not helping Dean at all.

"Fuck you Sammy. Just wait till I get out of these cuffs. .."

"Yeah? That's the plan. Fucking. Not getting out anytime soon Dee"

Sam then in one fluid motion placed himself of Dean's dick and drove it in. The groan that escaped both must have definitely reached few ears outside.

"That's... why.... you were in there so long." Were Dean's broken words.

"oh yes. Prepping myself up. Just for you." Sam's each word, each movement was making Dean groan and growl.

Sam moved up and down his dick. Clenching and unclenching. Relentless. Fast. Hard.

"Sammy! I am going to cum baby!"

"yeah? Well then I must stop." He got off of Dean and began laying soft slutry kisses all over his jaw, neck and chest.

"Sam! Please man! Just let me come. Pleaseeee"

"Nope. Not until you do the laundry for next month.."

"Are you fucking kidding me? The fucking laundry? That's what you want to talk bout now.?"

"yes Dean. And as much as I am turned on by this, I was not lying when I said I jerked off in the bathroom. I have more patience then you do. And my hands are free too". Sam was calmly kissing Dean and giving him a handjob simultaneously. Dean, well Dean was far from calm.

"You little bitch! Just let me get out of these dumbass cuffs, I promise you would not be able to sit for weeks!"

"Laundry jerk! Yes or no?" Sam had now again resumed his cowboy position.

"yes. Fucking yes. One month" Sam was more relived then happy. Seducing Dean without getting seduced was no small feat.

As Sam unlocked the cuffs he gyrated on Dean's cock whispering "Plan on keeping your earlier promise?"

"Hell yes!" 5 seconds were all that were needed. Unlock, pin Sam under, render him helpless, thrust and plunder. Sam was definitely not going to be able to sit properly for weeks.

The maid was definitely going to blush like a bride tomorrow.

[wincester1396]

Home.

Sam never really belonged in any place. Of course, their way of life kept them on the move continuously. But even if they managed to settle at a certain place for a certain time, he found it difficult to adjust to the new surroundings; let alone feel a sense of belonging.

But Sam was not really bothered by it. Sure he hated changing schools continuously, or having no permanent place to live. Sometimes even felt like he would like to make some friends and actually be able to enjoy the friendship for a bit longer.

But one look at Dean after coming back from school would settle all such thoughts.

Dean would be sitting there on the bed cleaning his guns or making some bullets on the table or even reading a book sometimes. On the kitchen counter would be a glass of milk and a plate full of Sam's favourite cookies. Sam couldn't help but smile at Dean and like a clockwork get a scowl every single day with a "Just eat 'em". And every single day, Sam would keep half of his cookies for Dean to munch on later while catching a movie together later at night.

At such times the things outside their room did not matter. He was in his own safe bubble with dean right beside him. What more did he want.

Being in Dean's company was his home.The adoration and worship that was equally reciprocated was Sam's home. And Sam was not aware yet, but in few years Dean's arms were going to his home.

[wincester1396]

Going strong…

Dean had been up for quite sometime now. Afterall he wanted everything to be perfect. As he was giving finishing touches here and there, he could hear footsteps approaching the bunker library. Sam was up and he needed to hurry.

Sam had woken up after their afternoon rendezvous and was in a state of bliss. But he needed to find food and he needed to find Dean. As he approached the bunker library it was, unusually quite. Just a faint glow coming from the library door. Hunter’s instincts made him approach the door cautiously. However what he saw certainly made his heart skip few beats.

The library was decorated with fairy lights let loose from various shelves, the table and the chairs were cleared and candles were lit in a circular pattern indicating it to be a stage like area. The lights and the candles created a gentle hue. And there stood Dean, shy and smug at the same time, with a bunch of lilies in his hand. The scene was exactly like what Dean called chick flick moments but here they both were, equally happy and in love.

“For you!” Dean thrust the flowers in Sam’s hand, feeling more shy than ever, nervously scratching his hair.

Sam understood what Dean was feeling right now. They had become more domesticated since moving into the bunker. Living on the road didn’t permit time for much romance. Bunker allowed them the time and safety of exploring the softer angles of their relationship.

“Wow Dee!. It’s beautiful!” He whispered as he took the lilies and placed a chaste kiss on Dean’s lips.

“Fancy a dance Sammy?” Dean asked as he held his hand out for Sam from where he was standing in the circle.

Sam took Dean’s hand and closed the distance between them and began swaying to the soft music in the background. He was overwhelmed by the gesture and suddenly gave a small laugh.

“It’s too girly, ain’t it? I knew it man. Just should have bought you a pound of salad!” Dean groaned trying to get away from Sam.

Sam held him more tightly and mumbled against his lips, “Shhh.. it’s perfect Dean. Trust me. You have managed to make today even more special..”

“Good! Not a word about this to anyone, yeah?”

“Of course not Dee, it will just crumble your macho man image.” Sam said laughing a bit now.

Sam leaned his head on Dean’s shoulder, and continued to sway. No one knew how much time had passed.

The silence and the ambiance allowed memories to flow freely. Their relationship had faced every emotion, had come out strong and was growing stronger everyday. The loss and love of years made a few tears slide down Sam’s cheeks.

Dean did not need an explanation for them, he just knew.

As he kissed those tears away reaching his lips he whispered “Hey! Happy 12th anniversary Sammy!”

A/N: This is specially written for @tipluuuuu to who I promised this months and months ago! Sorry for the horrible delay and I hope you enjoy it.

If anyone wants to share a prompt feel free to message me. Good day people!

[wincester1396]

Man of few words

Dean is a man of few words. Sam knows that. Sam also knows that words are not always necessary, when actions speak volumes. Dean need not tell Sam that he loves him because each action of Dean with respect to Sam says so.

Sam can feel Dean's love

In the food he prepared for Sam, when Dean himself was just a boy

Or even now, when he does not forget that Sam loves a salad.

When he can feel Dean's devotion when Sam falls ill or becomes victim to some supernatural entity.

When Dean takes care of Sammy through thick and thin.

When he finds out about some of Dean's biggest sacrifices.

When he knows he has the best chances of not wandering away from the right path when he is with Dean.

When Dean makes him smile, intentionally or unintentionally.

When he knows he is as safe in Dean's arm as he was when he was 6 months old

When his hugs squeeze the breath out of Sam

Sam feels myriad of emotions, each of which is connected to and because of Dean. Sam:a entire world revolves around Dean and Dean's around Sam. So he did not even dare to disagree with Zachariah when he claimed that

For no matter what, he is Dean's and Dean is his.

A/N: All gifs used in this post are either downloaded from Tumblr or from the browser. I do not claim any rights for the gifs. Only the content belongs to me.

Fun fact: All the gifs are 100% canon

Not so fun fact: It is really difficult to find a gif where Sam is laughing a full blown laugh.

[brotherlywinchesters]

“Wait,” Dean said while trying to choke down laughter. “You’re telling me that of all the places that thing could have gotten you, it managed to cut skin there?” The laughter Dean was trying to stifle came pouring out of him once he caught a glimpse of his brother’s mortified face.

“You know what? Fuck you, Dean. I’m bleeding through my favorite pair of jeans because you decided you wanted to go in and kill a species of monster we knew nothing about without researching first. Research is important and you KNOW that!” Sam’s lecturing really just made Dean laugh harder.

Sam huffed and turned to head to his own room in the bunker when Dean reached out for him. “Wait, Sammy. I’m sorry.” He wiped the tears of laughter from his face and continued. “What I did was stupid. Really stupid and it could have gotten you killed.” Sam nodded, an obvious look of agreement plastered on his face.

Dean rolled his eyes at his brother but continued with his makeshift apology. “I’m glad you didn’t though. Get killed I mean.” He walked up to Sam and wrapped his arms around his not-so-little little brother.

Sam hugged back knowing what Dean was saying. “Aww, De. I didn’t know you could be so sentimental.”

“Shut up, Bitch,” Dean replied.

“Well are you gonna stand here hugging me all night or are you gonna make it up to me, Jerk?” Sam asked, a mischievous smile lighting up his face.

Dean smiled and broke their hug. “What did you have in mind, Sammy?”

[morethanbrotherssoulmates]

Dean holding onto Sam’s hips tight enough to leave bruises whenever Sam straddles him. Almost as if it is a reassurance that this is real - they are real. A reminder that it is just the two of them and Dean is never letting go again. They made it through the apocalypse, through the trials, through the war, through heaven and hell and now they get to enjoy the spoils of it all – each other.