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Love is Blind
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 3k
Warnings: Smut, language, fluff, Dean’s (temporary) loss of sight
A/N: I was just sifting through my requests from opening them the other night and this story hit me out of nowhere when I saw this gif. Talk about breaking me out of a DEEP writer’s block. I’m really kind of in love with this piece, so I REALLY hope you guys like it. This is another one of those stories that’s a little out of the norm for me. A different idea. Much like Mind Reader, and I fucking love it.
Gif Submission: The lovely @katymacsupernatural
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🎉REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!🎉
#37- Casual Sex (Sam x Jody)
Requested anonymously for my kink list (master list here).
Word Count: 1550
Warnings: smut
A/N: I love Winmills so damn much. Hope y’all enjoy! XOXO
It’s almost as dark inside Jody’s house as it is outside in the night. There’s one lonely lamp turned on in the hallway, sending a soft glow echoing through her living room, just enough to see by, not bright enough to be harsh on Sam’s tired eyes.
His stomach is full of her lasagna and his hair smells like the fruity shampoo she graciously offered him when she shoved him into the bathroom with a clean towel, insisting that he not leave that room until she could see his skin underneath the dirt.
It’s nice to come here after a hunt.
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Just got the cover for the new book! I love it!! We’re still on track for a June 15th release date too, I believe. So my name has apparently been something of a problem with people having trouble spelling Llewellyn. And mistaking L’s for i’s and such so we decided to go with a new pen name that would be less confusing. I settled on Kessily Lewel what do you guys think? I’ll throw this out to the after dark crew! I mean… it /is/ a supernatural romance even though it’s not SPN.
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The original post only has US helplines. I've added UK helplines underneath. It would be great if people could add numbers from everywhere in the world.
Depression Hotline: 1-630-482-9696
Suicide Hotline: 1-800-784-8433
LifeLine: 1-800-273-8255
Trevor Project: 1-866-488-7386
Sexuality Support: 1-800-246-7743
Eating Disorders Hotline: 1-847-831-3438
Rape and Sexual Assault: 1-800-656-4673
Grief Support: 1-650-321-5272
Runaway: 1-800-843-5200, 1-800-843-5678, 1-800-621-4000
Exhale: After Abortion Hotline/Pro-Voice: 1-866-4394253
Child Abuse: 1-800-422-4453
UK Helplines:
Samaritans (for any problem): 08457909090 e-mail [email protected]
Childline (for anyone under 18 with any problem): 08001111
Mind infoline (mental health information): 0300 123 3393 e-mail: [email protected]
Mind legal advice (for people who need mental-health related legal advice): 0300 466 6463 [email protected]
b-eat eating disorder support: 0845 634 14 14 (only open Mon-Fri 10.30am-8.30pm and Saturday 1pm-4.30pm) e-mail: [email protected]
b-eat youthline (for under 25's with eating disorders): 08456347650 (open Mon-Fri 4.30pm - 8.30pm, Saturday 1pm-4.30pm)
Cruse Bereavement Care: 08444779400 e-mail: [email protected]
Frank (information and advice on drugs): 0800776600
Drinkline: 0800 9178282
Rape Crisis England & Wales: 0808 802 9999 1(open 2 - 2.30pm 7 - 9.30pm) e-mail [email protected]
Rape Crisis Scotland: 08088 01 03 02 every day, 6pm to midnight
India Self Harm Hotline: 00 08001006614
India Suicide Helpline: 022-27546669
Kids Help Phone (Canada): 1-800-668-6868, Free and available 24/7
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Australia: 13-11-14
Austria: 01-713-3374
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Trinidad and Tobago: 868-645-2800
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Doctor Winchester
read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/29VJ63W
by lovingsmutandfluff
Prompt: doctor sam and patient dean is holy christ oh lord almighty HOT DAMN can someone write something please. someone. maybe you. if you want to. idk. i’m having a moment. if you have time that would be cool
Words: 1395, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 512 of Tumblr Ficlets/Drabbles
Fandoms: Supernatural
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
Relationships: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester
Additional Tags: Medical Kink, Doctor Sam, Medical Patient Dean, Smut, Bottom Dean Winchester, Top Sam Winchester, Bottom Dean Winchester/Top Sam Winchester, Prostate Milking, Face-Fucking, Sexual Roleplay
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Perky Nipples
read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/29tAcpY
by QueenofSchmoop
Sam has a thing for sucking on Dean’s nipples.
Words: 3495, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Supernatural
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
Relationships: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester
Additional Tags: Wincest-Freeform, Smut, PWP, Established Relationship, Nipple Play, Nipple kink, Season/Series 03, Season/Series 03 Spoilers, Bisexuality, brief mention canon character deaths, Bottom!Sam, Barebacking, Anal Sex
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First Night
Castiel Prompt: Castiel’s first night as a human Word count: 663
*Everything hurts. That was the first thought he has. Blinking his eyes open slowly taking stock of his body before his surroundings. Pain everywhere. He’s not unfamiliar with the sensation. Just does not know what to make of this magnitude of pain. It feels like his body has been slammed into the Earth. His eyes flying wide as he remembers. Metatron. That Machiavellian Angel. Cutting his grace out and tossing him to the Earth. Moving his hand to his throat and feeling no evidence of where the Angle blade had made a mark upon his skin. With a series of grunts he forces his body upright. As the forest seems to tilt around him he places his hand on a tree. Confusion washes over him at the feeling of sharp, rough bark pressing into the heel of his hand. Moving slowly to lean his back on the tree, he takes several deep breaths. Studying the tree tops in the dark, unable to get a fix on where he is. After resting for a few moments he pushes off the tree and begins walking. The uneven ground under his feet causes him to stumble several times as he makes his way through the semi-dense wooded area. Finally making it to a clearing where he can study the sky for a sense of direction, what he sees there shocks him. His Brothers and Sisters falling just as he did, he assumes. Wings burning bright as the crash through the Earth’s atmosphere. He feels a deep cold pain in the area of his now human heart. He did this. He trusted the wrong person. He is to blame for this. He should have listened to Naomi. He should have listened to Dean. If any of them survive this fall they will certainly be looking for him. And he would die. There would be no coming back this time. Something akin to panic blossoms through him at the thought of this. Run. Hide. Those words cycling through his head even as he shakes his head. He can’t do that. He needs to get somewhere safe. Where could possible be safe at a time like this. Making another attempt to study the stars for direction as he is trying to look past the comet like Angles falling from the sky. After a moment he turns and begins walking eastward. Remembering he had learned somewhere to do that should he ever be lost in the woods. Shaking his head at the confidence he once had that he would never need that information. Several hours later he finds himself standing on the edge of a blacktop highway. His legs trembling, pants ripped and damp around the hem making his socks damp. Turning his face to the cool breeze, thankful for it even if it only lasts for a moment. He does not know how many hours it will be until dawn, shaking his head at the thought that reflections can often be seen better in the dark. Following the highway slowly into a small town past closed up shops and dark alleys. The sound of thunder can be heard in the distance as lightening streaks across the sky. Knowing that rain will be coming soon he searches in earnest for shelter for the night. A flash of lightening illuminating an overhang in an alley as he passes. Looking at the storefront to find it is a textiles shop. With an imperceptible nod he heads down the alley towards what will be his haven for the remaining night hours. Laying down among the rolls and swatches of discarded carpets he sighs to himself. The relief of being off of his legs is immense. Staring up at the overhang, blocking his view of the sky yet flashes of lightening still visible at its borders. His eyes growing heavy as exhaustion washes over him. His last thoughts before sleep fully claims him is that tomorrow this will be different. Tomorrow will be better.*
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WINCEST
Wipe the Clock Camp Chitaqua, 2014: Five years after the worst decision that Dean has ever made, a man wearing a white suit stumbles into camp, lost and confused. Sam’s memories are a jigsaw puzzle and none of the pieces seem to fit, the only thing he knows for sure is that he had to get to Dean. Between the recon missions and the supply runs, the demons and the croats, Dean struggles to hide Sam in plain sight, and to fight off the increasingly insistent advances of a man who does not remember that he is Dean’s brother.
Following My Footsteps Home In 2014 Dean lost his life at the heel of Lucifer’s finely polished shoes. Then he woke up in a world where there was another, prettier him and a Sam with that same smile he’d once loved and lost. Somehow, they had to make it work.
Preserving the Harvest It’s a shock when Dean realizes it’s Sam’s birthday and he hasn’t spoken to him in months. Fearful that his brother could be dead, Dean puts the Apocalypse on hold to search for him. What he finds is…unexpected. Sam is living on a farm in the middle of nowhere, hiding. Dean must convince his brother to join the fight again, but if Dean can find Sam, Lucifer can’t be far behind…
An Offering For Sin Realizing that he’s been played, Sam manages to make a last ditch attempt to stop the apocalypse. Relieved and proud and fighting to heal the damage of the past months, Dean gets them out of the church and on the road. Hurt and reeling, they try to find their way back to each other, but are secrets and the remnants of miscommunication and betrayal really all they have to contend with?
As You Are, As a Known Enemy It’s beautiful. Too beautiful so Dean knows it can’t be real. Something created by the one he knows better than himself and not at all, just for Dean. That makes him feel worse.
And the Sun Blazed Red Fact: What Sam means to Dean will always matter. More than life, more than death, more than the world.
Thirsty Work Sam and Dean find more than they expected when they search Pamela’s house.
Whatever This Is (Words Get In The Way) The boys don’t need words to say what they need to.
No Greater Love Than This Why Sam said yes.
China Doll Lucifer keeps Dean’s body around for a while because it’s so distressing to the little spark of Sam he’s made sure stayed aware inside him. Sometimes, he gets bored and plays with the body to feel what it does to Sam.
Bed of roses He looks extremely lascivious, his pale skin on a bed made of roses, come, and blood.
It’s Blowin’ In The Wind The gravel crunches under the tires as Sam slides the car to a stop next to the flickering sign of the Blue Pool Motel. Set after the end of 5.05. Sam POV
Everything And Nothing (Is In The Space Between All Things) In a way it had almost been worse than the previous summer, then Dean was dead, out of reach and it had all been for Sam; Sam had been too numbed by the horror and pain to really function at all. The past few weeks though, he hadn’t had a choice but to live with the bone deep ache of knowing that Dean was only a phone call away, knowing that he could get into his car and be by his side in a couple of hours, but also knowing that Dean just didn’t want him there. And its sequel In The Cold Light Of Morning
Whatever This Is (Words Get In The Way) The boys don’t need words to say what they need to.
Parallels Two brothers, lying together frozen in a field, aching to find something they lost and broke too many years ago to keep count.
2 Out of 3 Ain’t Bad A slight twist to episode 5x04 The End. Sam and Dean get both sent 5 years into the future; upon encountering Sam, 2014!Dean is certain that Lucifer has taken over Sam’s body and doesn’t hesitate to abuse Sam any way he sees fit, including sexually, ignoring Sam’s words and pleas until they turn into pleas for more. When 2010!Dean arrives at the scene, things get more complicated and eventually escalate in the two versions of Dean fighting over Sam’s heart and body. They eventually come to an agreement that will lead them to court Sam in less than conventional ways.
Love, Family, Whatever It Is Alternate Wincesty spin on 5x04 The End, in which Sam and Dean find themselves put into 2014 together. I had a need to write this.
The night after the brothers finally succumb to this.. thing; whatever it is between them that neither of them wanted to or dared to acknowledge, Dean begins to withdraw from Sam in typical Dean Winchester fashion. Which couldn’t come at a worse time; after Sam has pretty much just found out he’s M.F.E.O with none other than the friggin’ Devil.
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Need to Breathe It was two hours later in the Impala that Dean realized he still couldn’t really breathe.“ That last step to being brothers again. GEN
Done Tag to 5.04 "The End”. Dean’s words leave more of an impression on Sam than he thinks. And Sam is breaking.
To the Devil His Due Sam’s injured, but determined to get the survivors at Camp Chitaqua what they need to celebrate the Holidays properly. Dean’s worried there’s something Sam’s not telling him. And the Devil, of course, has plans of his own. GEN
Out of the Darkness [5.04 AU] When Dean can’t get a hold of Sam after his trip to the future, he finds his brother beaten nearly to death. With Sam in a coma he refuses to come out of, Dean must convince him that there is still something worth fighting for and that they are stronger together after all. GEN
Sufferance Eighteen months, two weeks and four days. AU from 5.04-that phone call was the last time Sam and Dean talked, but Dean never saw the future. GEN
Save Me From the Dark Season 5 AU. After the events of ‘The End’ Castiel manages to get Dean away from Zachariah, but when Dean returns he finds that nine months have gone by and, more importantly, that Sam has all but disappeared from the face of the planet. When he does find him, he discovers that Sam has been permanently altered during his absence. GEN
Ex Crucio From a comment-fic meme on LiveJournal. The prompt was: Crucifixion. Tortured!Sam and Dean to the rescue, sort of. Spoilers for Season 5. GEN
And I Am Not Afraid . An insight to Dean’s head, a missing scene, plus an AU look at the exchange between Dean and Lucifer with hurt!Sam because I am an h/c sucker.
Monster Dean’s at the mercy of an older, more battle-hardened version of himself and the things this guy wants to do to him isn’t exactly pleasant. deancest
i saw thee beautiful; thou art despis’d He’s older, more worn down, and every bit of flesh your trembling fingertips uncover is like a tarot card turned over, revealing your future.
Love yourself Well… it’s Endverse Deancest.
Porn'shots 2014!Dean fucks past Dean deancest
Gray Worlds Collide Both Dean and his 2014 counterpart are pulled into Purgatory. Dean comes to understand that the apocalypse has left his counterpart desperately starved for touch, and he makes the decision to give him what he craves. deancest
in a mirror i am hidden The irony of doing this in front of a mirror isn’t lost on them, but they don’t fucking care. deancest
The Future Prompt: can I ask for Deancest smut then please? I just rewatched The End and had to think about how Dean is hancuffed and endverse!Dean fucks his mouth. deancest
You and I Dean summons his alternate self from the Croatoan universe to look after Sam while he hunts down Abaddon. But first, he’s going to fulfill his ultimate fantasy—having sex with himself in a pair of pink panties.
in a mirror i am hidden he irony of doing this in front of a mirror isn’t lost on them, but they don’t fucking care.
Need A Hand?
“Dean, what’s going on with you?”
Sam puts his book down on his bedside table and waits. Dean’s stomping footsteps have stopped, and after a few seconds he appears in the doorway.
“What?”
“You’ve been in a mood for a week.”
Dean’s mouth presses into a thin line, his feet suddenly restless like he’s going to bolt.
“I have not,” Dean grumbles, but there’s no heat in it, like he can’t be bothered to lie convincingly, like he wants Sam to push him into telling him what’s wrong.
“Get in here,” Sam orders, swinging his legs off the bed so he’s perched on the edge.
Dean scowls, but does as he’s told. This is awful, terrible, the worst thing that’s happened to Dean his whole life!
Ok, no, that’s really not true. At all. But, right now, this… thing, is the only thing in Dean’s universe and he’s going out of his mind because of it.
He paces next to Sam, refusing to sit, his body taught like he’s going into a fight or something.
“I’m broken, Sammy. Finished.”
Sam stiffens, eyes changing from curiously amused to concerned. He grabs Dean’s wrist, spins him, gets him to stand still.
“What have you done?”
Dean removes his wrist from Sam’s grip, circling his fingers around it like he’s been burned.
“I haven’t DONE anything, bitch. That’s the point. I can’t. I’m broken. It’s broken.”
Sam frowns, lines deepening in his forehead as he tries to figure out what Dean is on about. He swears, sometimes it’s like living with the riddler.
“Are you talking about the Impala? She was running fine yesterday and…”
“No, no, no,” Dean interrupts, flailing his arms in the air like an injured bird trying to take flight. “There’s nothing wrong with my Baby. It’s me.”
Sam is seriously worried now. He tries to remember if Dean looked sick this past week and he was to stupid to notice. Dean would wait for a limb to fall off before he asked Sam to take him to hospital.
“I can’t keep guessing, Dean,” Sam huffs, frustrated. “Just tell me.”
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“Fuck… M'gonna come, Sammy. Slow down.”
Sam grunts and digs in a little deeper, wriggling his nose and twirling his tongue around Dean’s rim. He wants Dean to come just like this, jerking himself off in the woods while his little brother eats him out.
“Sam, it’s… it’s your birthday, ahh…” Dean curses and bends forward even more, opening his legs wider as Sam licks and sucks him wantonly. “Shouldn’t I be doing this to you?”
Sam bites at Dean’s skin, wet with his own saliva, and smiles.
Dean has been, for want of a better word, sweet to him all weekend.
Dean Winchester. Sweet.
He arranged a romantic camping trip for them. No hunting, no research, no one demanding their time other than each other, and it’s been the best birthday that Sam’s ever had. Dean has even cooked for them over a campfire. Sure, it had been hotdogs, beans, and smores, but every bite had been delicious.
Sam doesn’t know if it’s all the fresh air he’s been getting, or just how god damn hot Dean had looked hitching up a hammock, but he’s been insatiable. They’ve fucked so many times that Sam has lost count. He has scratches on his back from where Dean had him against a gigantic old tree, has found twigs in his hair and in … other more awkward places, and right now, Dean’s ass is all he has on his mind, regardless of the stones digging into his knees.
“Mmm, want this,” Sam says breathlessly, teasing his brother with the tip of his tongue. He slides his hands around Dean’s straining thighs, grazing Dean’s balls with his knuckles.
“Fuck, yeah, ok… Ok, Sammy, whatever you want.”
Sam smiles again and drags his teeth over the smooth skin surrounding Dean’s hole. Dean gasps and yells Sam’s name, coming over his fist, continuing to stroke his cock until his body stops convulsing.
The sun is setting through the trees, casting an ethereal glow on them. Sam finds Dean’s hand, wiping up all the come left on his fingers. He wraps his hand around his cock and sighs, his cheek pressed against Dean’s ass.
“Got you an actual present, ya know?” Dean pants, eyeing Sam from under his arm, his head hanging low from exertion. “Probably not as good as this fine thing, but it’ll do.”
Sam’s head bobs as Dean shakes his butt, smirking at him, and looking satisfied. He kisses his way back in, tongue lapping and digging into the twitching muscle, fully intent on getting Dean hard again so he can fuck Sam senseless in the dirt and leaves.
Yeah, as birthdays go, Sam can definitely say that this one has been his favourite.
For my next follower celebration, I thought it would be fun to do a writing challenge called the Dean Winchester AU Challenge. This is open to all SPN fanfiction writers whether you are following me or not. For this challenge, my partner in crime @plaidandwhiskeydean will be helping me and she also made the beautiful graphic.
I know that there are a lot of blogs that are doing challenges right now so don’t feel obligated to do mine BUT if you would like to participate read more to find out the when, where, and how.
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First Night
Castiel Prompt: Castiel’s first night as a human Word count: 663
*Everything hurts. That was the first thought he has. Blinking his eyes open slowly taking stock of his body before his surroundings. Pain everywhere. He’s not unfamiliar with the sensation. Just does not know what to make of this magnitude of pain. It feels like his body has been slammed into the Earth. His eyes flying wide as he remembers. Metatron. That Machiavellian Angel. Cutting his grace out and tossing him to the Earth. Moving his hand to his throat and feeling no evidence of where the Angle blade had made a mark upon his skin. With a series of grunts he forces his body upright. As the forest seems to tilt around him he places his hand on a tree. Confusion washes over him at the feeling of sharp, rough bark pressing into the heel of his hand. Moving slowly to lean his back on the tree, he takes several deep breaths. Studying the tree tops in the dark, unable to get a fix on where he is. After resting for a few moments he pushes off the tree and begins walking. The uneven ground under his feet causes him to stumble several times as he makes his way through the semi-dense wooded area. Finally making it to a clearing where he can study the sky for a sense of direction, what he sees there shocks him. His Brothers and Sisters falling just as he did, he assumes. Wings burning bright as the crash through the Earth’s atmosphere. He feels a deep cold pain in the area of his now human heart. He did this. He trusted the wrong person. He is to blame for this. He should have listened to Naomi. He should have listened to Dean. If any of them survive this fall they will certainly be looking for him. And he would die. There would be no coming back this time. Something akin to panic blossoms through him at the thought of this. Run. Hide. Those words cycling through his head even as he shakes his head. He can’t do that. He needs to get somewhere safe. Where could possible be safe at a time like this. Making another attempt to study the stars for direction as he is trying to look past the comet like Angles falling from the sky. After a moment he turns and begins walking eastward. Remembering he had learned somewhere to do that should he ever be lost in the woods. Shaking his head at the confidence he once had that he would never need that information. Several hours later he finds himself standing on the edge of a blacktop highway. His legs trembling, pants ripped and damp around the hem making his socks damp. Turning his face to the cool breeze, thankful for it even if it only lasts for a moment. He does not know how many hours it will be until dawn, shaking his head at the thought that reflections can often be seen better in the dark. Following the highway slowly into a small town past closed up shops and dark alleys. The sound of thunder can be heard in the distance as lightening streaks across the sky. Knowing that rain will be coming soon he searches in earnest for shelter for the night. A flash of lightening illuminating an overhang in an alley as he passes. Looking at the storefront to find it is a textiles shop. With an imperceptible nod he heads down the alley towards what will be his haven for the remaining night hours. Laying down among the rolls and swatches of discarded carpets he sighs to himself. The relief of being off of his legs is immense. Staring up at the overhang, blocking his view of the sky yet flashes of lightening still visible at its borders. His eyes growing heavy as exhaustion washes over him. His last thoughts before sleep fully claims him is that tomorrow this will be different. Tomorrow will be better.*
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First Night
*Everything hurts. That was the first thought he has. Blinking his eyes open slowly taking stock of his body before his surroundings. Pain everywhere. He’s not unfamiliar with the sensation. Just does not know what to make of this magnitude of pain. It feels like his body has been slammed into the Earth. His eyes flying wide as he remembers. Metatron. That Machiavellian Angel. Cutting his grace out and tossing him to the Earth. Moving his hand to his throat and feeling no evidence of where the Angle blade had made a mark upon his skin. With a series of grunts he forces his body upright. As the forest seems to tilt around him he places his hand on a tree. Confusion washes over him at the feeling of sharp, rough bark pressing into the heel of his hand. Moving slowly to lean his back on the tree, he takes several deep breaths. Studying the tree tops in the dark, unable to get a fix on where he is. After resting for a few moments he pushes off the tree and begins walking. The uneven ground under his feet causes him to stumble several times as he makes his way through the semi-dense wooded area. Finally making it to a clearing where he can study the sky for a sense of direction, what he sees there shocks him. His Brothers and Sisters falling just as he did, he assumes. Wings burning bright as the crash through the Earth’s atmosphere. He feels a deep cold pain in the area of his now human heart. He did this. He trusted the wrong person. He is to blame for this. He should have listened to Naomi. He should have listened to Dean. If any of them survive this fall they will certainly be looking for him. And he would die. There would be no coming back this time. Something akin to panic blossoms through him at the thought of this. Run. Hide. Those words cycling through his head even as he shakes his head. He can’t do that. He needs to get somewhere safe. Where could possible be safe at a time like this. Making another attempt to study the stars for direction as he is trying to look past the comet like Angles falling from the sky. After a moment he turns and begins walking eastward. Remembering he had learned somewhere to do that should he ever be lost in the woods. Shaking his head at the confidence he once had that he would never need that information. Several hours later he finds himself standing on the edge of a blacktop highway. His legs trembling, pants ripped and damp around the hem making his socks damp. Turning his face to the cool breeze, thankful for it even if it only lasts for a moment. He does not know how many hours it will be until dawn, shaking his head at the thought that reflections can often be seen better in the dark. Following the highway slowly into a small town past closed up shops and dark alleys. The sound of thunder can be heard in the distance as lightening streaks across the sky. Knowing that rain will be coming soon he searches in earnest for shelter for the night. A flash of lightening illuminating an overhang in an alley as he passes. Looking at the storefront to find it is a textiles shop. With an imperceptible nod he heads down the alley towards what will be his haven for the remaining night hours. Laying down among the rolls and swatches of discarded carpets he sighs to himself. The relief of being off of his legs is immense. Staring up at the overhang, blocking his view of the sky yet flashes of lightening still visible at its borders. His eyes growing heavy as exhaustion washes over him. His last thoughts before sleep fully claims him is that tomorrow this will be different. Tomorrow will be better.*
SizeQueen!Dean fic recs
anon, sorry for the very late reply, I hope those are fine!
Top This Dean’s sure he’s a top. Only problem is, Sam’s pretty sure that’s his job …
Phthonus There’s only so much jealousy a guy can take, and Sam’s reached his limit …
Mirror, Mirror The smudge-bruises from Sam’s grip on him fascinate Dean…
See More, Hear More, Feel More Dean goes to the movies and his heterosexuality is imperiled.
There’s gotta be a punch line in here somewhere The boys switch bodies. Aaand cue chaos. If you’re looking for deep and meaningful fic, this ain’t it.
In the Place Where it Counts Dean loves Sam’s cock
Needs Practice Sam has a huge dick. Dean isn’t exactly a porn star.
Got Your Heart in a Headlock "Shit. Fuck. Fuck, don't—don’t stop. Don’t…“ Dean… Dean has a filthy mouth. He’s rambling, now, and what he’s saying is barely cogent, but it’s music to Sam’s ears as he wraps his fingers around the base of his big brother’s cock and squeezes, leaning over him to press a feather-light flutter of a kiss against the corner of his slack, blushing mouth.
The Jerk, The Bitch, and the Wardrobe While searching an old hotel, Sam gets sucked back in time and lands at his brother’s feet.
Bad Blood Dean managed to keep hold of the machete as he slammed back into the ground hard. Above him, the succubus shrieked as Sam body-checked her into a tree, pinning her wrists to the bark. "Dean!” he yelled, and Dean shoved himself up from the ground.
I’m No Angel After the events of “Heaven and Hell,” Dean is surprised to discover that Sam is jealous. He’s even more surprised to learn about his brother’s possessive streak, and things get intimate and rough when Sam pulls the Impala over in the middle of nowhere.
untitled he’s the one who ends up bent over a rickety chair, holding onto the scarred arms for all he’s worth while Sam works him open with a little bit of lube and a lot of cock.
That’s Just the Head Originally written for spnkink_meme, for the prompt: Sam fucking into Dean slowly with his enormous cock, Dean on top simultaneously saying he can’t get it all in/begging for more, and Sam dirtily encouraging Dean to take it all. Bonus points for: Dean coming as soon as Sam’s completely inside of him, then Sam fucking him through a secondary dry orgasm, and any kind of biting would be extra win!
Thus It Is Proven Little Sammy has a ‘big’ secret - and Dean is more than happy about it. Nothing but porn here. and its sequel Deals With The Devil
Fifty- first Dean steals Sam’s phone as a prank and finds something on it that wasn’t exactly for his eyes …
Thirty- fifth Dean loves Sammy’s big cock and jerks him off at night.
A Present “Which one is this?” Dean asks, curious despite himself. He hasn’t spent quite enough time on the website to memorize their entire line, but some part of him still wants to know. “Crackers the Cockatrice,” Sam recites without hesitation, as though he’s prepared himself for the question. “Extra-large.”
shoutout to blogs who don’t hate other characters just because they could get in the way of their ship