#wincestfluff

[punkrcky]

AU where sam dies and goes to hell, but it's stanford. After a while, sam realizes that he's there because his hell is being without dean.

[morethanbrotherssoulmates]

‘You roll with a guy so many years you start to think he’s always going to be next to you’

The words just keep replaying in Sam’s head over and over again. The fear of Dean and him not getting through this was causing his stomach to clench in knots and he had already thrown up twice tonight. The air in the bunker has always been a little chilly but tonight, as if playing off of the boys' moods, it was icy and stung at the skin. Sam crawls back into bed, pulling the blanket up a little higher and tucking it in around himself as he tries to will himself to fall asleep. 

‘You roll with a guy so many years you start to think he’s always going to be next to you’

Sure he misses Dean. It's a constant deep ache within him, like he is missing part of himself. He misses Dean so much he can barely function. He isn’t sleeping properly, he can barely keep down food and whenever they aren’t on a case his mind will wonder and begin to replay the last 9 years of their lives in an attempt to try to figure out how they got to this fucked up place.

‘You roll with a guy so many years you start to think he’s always going to be next to you’

Sam brushes his hand over the cold sheets on the empty half of his bed. The side closest to the door had always been Dean’s. When they were little Dean used to joke that he chose that side of the bed so that he could escape if monsters or aliens ever attacked. However, when Sam was old enough to realise that monsters were in fact real, he realised Dean didn't choose that side so that he could escape, it was so Dean could protect him and give Sam time to escape. Sam nuzzled in further, curling himself around where Dean’s body used to lay, the icy chill of the empty space burning his skin and serving as a strong reminder of what he was missing.

‘You roll with a guy so many years you start to think he’s always going to be next to you’

It’s almost 2 am when Sam finally drifts to sleep, Dean's pillow clutched in his hand and Dean's name on Sam's lips. However, he isn’t asleep long before he startles awake. He can’t exactly pick it at first but something int he room is different. He stills his breathing and listens carefully, he could have sworn he heard the soft click of a door. Just when Sam thinks he must have imagined the whole thing he hears a rustling next to Dean's side of the bed accompanied by the soft sound of breathing. As a precaution Sam slides his hand under Dean's pillow and clutches the pistol hidden there before edging closer to that side of the bed.

‘You roll with a guy so many years you start to think he’s always going to be next to you’

There, curled up on the floor in a pile of blankets, is Dean. Sam’s eyes sting and his breath catches in his throat as he looks down at his brother sleeping on the cold floor next to his bed like a loyal puppy. He reaches out a hand tentatively, stopping in mid-air to reconsider, before gently stroking the side of Dean’s face and feeling the rough burn of Dean’s stubble on his fingertips.

‘You roll with a guy so many years you start to think he’s always going to be next to you’

“Dean?” Sam whispers “Dean, what are you doing?”

Dean blinks awake sleepily before smiling up at Sam shyly.

“Just go back to sleep Sammy” Dean murmurs back before rolling over, closing his eyes, and attempting to fall back to sleep.

Sam is suspicious at first but he ends up creeping on to Dean side of the bed, his head lying on the very edge, and his hand hanging down so that he can feel the heat radiating from Dean’s skin. Sam huffs out a breath of air he has unconsciously been holding in and allows his body to relax. He lets the familiar scent of Dean wrap itself around him and lull him to sleep as he feels the tight tension in his chest begin to ease.

Just as his eyes droop and he feels the heavy hold of sleep take over him Sam swears he hears something which sounds suspiciously like Dean’s voice.

‘You roll with a guy so many years you start to think he’s always going to be next to you’

“I’m always going to be right here next to you Sammy” Dean whispers pressing a soft kiss to Sam’s open palm.

Sam wants to whisper back, "I know" or "Me too", but instead he just reaches down a little further and squeezes Dean's hand.

They will get through this.  

[morethanbrotherssoulmates]

I keep imagining that first time their play wrestling becomes something more.

The boys have just finished an intense bout of training and Sam is lying on the bed waiting for Dean to hop out of the shower. Dean walks out in nothing but his boxers, his towel scrubbing through his hair, as he throws Sam a weary grin and says “All yours Sammy”. 

Sam smiles back and nods as Dean flops down on the bed next to him. He stretches for a moment, listening to the discs in his back pop with relieved tension, before glancing at his older brother spread out next to him.

"Have you noticed I’m nearly taller than you De?” Sam says as he stretches one last time and moves to the edge of the bed.

“No I haven’t…although I have noticed you are looking more and more like a Sasquatch everyday” Dean taunts back.

“I’m just saying pretty…..soon I will be the one pinning you" Sam laughs over his shoulder.

Dean doesn’t say anything, he merely quirks an eyebrow and watches as his brother closes the bathroom door behind him.

Ten minutes later when Sam walks out of the bathroom in his soft cotton pyjama pants he doesn’t have time to pull on his t-shirt before Dean has him pinned to the bed.

“What are you doing?” Sam yells in confusion as Dean pins his arms above his head with one hand while clamping his thighs tighter together to stop Sam’s squirming.

“Testing your theory” Dean smirks back as he begins to tickle Sam mercilessly.

Sam tilts his head back, roaring with laughter and gasping for breath, as he tries to buck his hips and throw Dean off balance.

"Had enough yet Sammy?” Dean says laughing back and struggling to keep his position “You’re never going to be too big for me to do this"

Finally when Sam’s sure he is about to pass out due to the lack of oxygen from laughing too much he gives in.  

"Ok ok enough Dean! You win!" Sam huffs out breathlessly. 

"See Sammy, I always win."

Dean smiles down at Sam triumphantly; their faces so close that Sam can count the light dusting of freckles across Dean’s nose and cheeks.  

That’s when it just clicks to Sam.

 He isn’t quite sure why he does it or what he is thinking but before he knows it he is reaching up, a hand pushing on the back of Dean’s neck and pulling him down until their lips brush. The kiss is brief at first, Sam drawing back and laughing hesitantly, unsure of Dean’s reaction. Dean looks down at his brother, smiling briefly, before grinding their hips together lightly and leaning down for a more heated kiss.

 “I guess you can win sometimes…. if that’s my reward” Dean whispers against Sam’s lips before punching him in the arm lightly. 

[morethanbrotherssoulmates]

Before Sam was too old to know any better his favourite thing in the whole world was cookie dough milkshakes. He loved the thick texture of ice cream and milk mixed with just the right amount of raw cookie dough to create an orgasmic explosion of flavour in his mouth. However, what Sam loved even more than cookie dough milkshakes was the way in which Dean would crush their lips together after each sip. Gently pushing his tongue in to explore and taste the distinct flavour of cookie dough, choc chips, whipped cream and Sam all mixed into one. 

"Not that I mind but why don't you ever get your own milkshake Dean?" Sam moans breathlessly as Dean continues to lick at the side of his mouth. 

"They don't make milkshakes in the flavour I like - Sammy." Dean whispers back smirking before capturing Sam's lips with his own again. 

Sam isn't sure whether Dean was just saying his name or whether he meant the flavour of Sam but as Dean tilts his head back and leaves a trail of sloppy kisses down his neck he doesn't seem to care. 

[morethanbrotherssoulmates]

Sam surprising Dean by taking him to an ice cream shop  to reminisce on all the times Dean did this for him as a kid. Sam purposely ordering two scoops of ice cream and waiting for it to melt just a little so that it drips down his hand and he can lick it up in soft, slow motions. Dean watching him, fixated on the way Sam’s tongue darts out to scoop up the rainbow coloured ice cream before smearing it over his lips in his haste to prevent it dripping. Dean getting tired of Sam’s teasing and pushing their mouths against one another in a heated kiss, swirling their tongues together and tasting the way his chocolate flavouring mixes with Sam’s rainbow to create something uniquely them. 

[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. 

[morethanbrotherssoulmates]

This ficlet was inspired by theboykingandhisangel 's drabble  and is kind of a present for Alicia who mentioned she would like a longer version of it!

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It was supposed to just be a few drinks in celebration of a hunt which had ended quickly and without a scratch on either of them but as usual Dean had celebrated a little too hard. Sam looked up and smiled as he watched his brother stagger around the pool table, pool cue between his legs as he made obscene gestures, while winking at Sam provocatively.

“C’mon Dean I think it’s time to go”, Sam said pushing a wad of bills towards the bartender and getting up from his stool.

“Awwww c’mon Sammy don’t be a spoilt sport! I want to keep playing with my buddy…..this guy”, Dean said gesturing towards some random sulking in the corner because he had just lost another round of pool to Dean.

“I’m kinda tired Dean and we have to get on the road early.”

Dean wrapped his arms around Sam’s waist, briefly dragging his nails across the sensitive spot on Sam’s hip before whispering in his ear.

“Just one more drink…please baby boy?”

Sam rolled his eyes as Dean pouted at him before flashing a brilliant smile.

“Fine one more drink.” Sam begrudgingly agreed.

One drink turned into ten and as Sam watched Dean, now standing on the pool table in front of the entire bar declaring his love, Sam couldn’t help but hate his past self for agreeing to this.  

“I love you Sammyyyyyyy I really do…I love you more than burgers, pie and the impala too” Dean yelled in a singsong voice while wriggling his body and trying to seduce Sam. 

“Alright Casanova that’s enough”

“I’m not Cas, silly!” Dean slurred before jumping into Sam’s arms, wrapping his legs tightly around Sam’s torso, and pulling him into a deep kiss.

When Dean finally came up for air, leaving Sam slightly dazed, he couldn’t help but smirk at the whole bar.

“Sammy is the best and I love him so much”, there were a few ‘awwws’ from the women in the crowd and scoffs from the men before Dean continued, “now let’s go home so you can fuck me over the library desk”.

Sam turned crimson as he placed Dean down gently on his own feet, grabbed his hand and practically sprinted for the impala.

As Sam drove home watching Dean snoring loudly in the passenger seat next to him he couldn’t help but place a soft kiss on his temple, whispering “I love you too De”. 

[morethanbrotherssoulmates]

Dean reading to Sam when he was younger. Sam wrapped around Dean looking up at him sleepily and mumbling, “I’m not tired De just one more”.

Dean sighing and reading one more fairytale until Sam curls up and falls asleep in his lap, clutching at Dean softly, a pudgy hand wrapped around the amulet. Dean picking him up effortlessly and placing him on their bed before spooning in tightly behind him.

"You’re my fairytale Sammy." He whispers before placing a chaste kiss on Sam’s neck and snuggling in tighter.