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‘roided out-era Sam picking Dean up and pressing him against the wall and smirking and calling him “little brother” before kissing Dean’s angry protests off his lips

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fic: repossession

pairing: Sam/Dean rating: E length: 23k tags: Post-Season/Series 08 AU; Episode: s08e23 Sacrifice (Supernatural); Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence; First Time; first time in a long time; Past Underage

summary: Sam's stopped from making the ultimate sacrifice, just in time. With the angels locked safe in heaven, Castiel's able to heal most of the damage to Sam's body. Dean has to do what he can with the rest.

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Dean stumbles under Sam's weight, which is stupid with all the mass Sam's been losing the last few months but then again, it's Sam. The car's not far from the church door but Sam's all uncoordinated sprawling limbs and his breath sour-sweet against Dean's neck and his skin hotter than the worst fever Dean's nursed him through, when he scorched to the touch and he looked at Dean like Dean was the last thing he'd ever see and he wasn't sure if that was fair, in the final accounting of things. Dean doesn't blame him but he does need Sam to—"Put one foot in front of—there we go, Sammy, there we go," he says, staggering them all the way to the car, but apparently that was the last fume left in Sam's tank and they collapse down against the sidepanel, Sam making this horrible whining rattle in his chest and his pulse going so bumpily fast Dean can't track it. He grabs Sam's head in both hands. Sam's rolling eyes focus, for a few seconds at least, right on his, and Sam says Dean in this thin shredded voice and he says I meant and he says I wanted to, and Dean shushes him and pets his hair back from his face and smears sweat and tears across his temples and he holds Sam's jaw up, keeps him steady, because the alternative is—not to be borne. Dean won't have it. Not after all they'd promised.

Crackle of ozone. Thunder in the air, wingbeats at the edge of Dean's hearing—like a lightning storm stretching across every horizon but not quite here. A hand on his shoulder. "Dean," he hears, but he's watching Sam's face. Sam, staring wet and shocked, this time like Dean's the last thing he expects to see. Until he faints, head tipping abruptly back against Dean's grip and banging on the car, and Dean says his name breathless and then says it loud, and then he hears, again, "Dean," and he looks up and there's Castiel, blood spilled all over his coat and his face hard and his eyes strange. Dean slides his hand up to cushion Sam's head against the car. "We have to go," Castiel says, but they can't go. Sam's sick. Sam thought the worst possible thing and Dean has to make sure he understands what's true, but if his brain's boiling in his skull and he's bleeding inside how can they— "Okay," Castiel says, irritated, "fine," and then they—

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it's absurdly thrilling— the mere thought of it. of how forbidden it is. of how forbidden he is. how wrong, that it's dean. and dean does it slow, careful, mouth falling open as he sinks lower, fills himself more and more, sinks as deeply as he can into his lap, his thighs trembling around him. the feel of him, his warm insides, clamped tight around him— is so exhilarating. and he is everywhere— on him, around him— his lips parted, almost vulgar against sam's. hands on sam's chest, hissing, his eyes fall shut. and sam gets to feel the flutter of his ridiculously long lashes against him as they part. he doesn't know if he urges him on with his hands on his hips, squeezing him— in reassurance, in reverence— or if dean chooses to move on his own, but with his lips mouthing at his neck with little kisses, he starts to rock over him. and he's so good. of fucking course he would be. of course he would put on a show. he has the attitude for it, the cockiness, and he is very much dean. and the very idea of it, of him, turns him on. overwhelms him. it gets to him. how wrong it is, how wrong they are. for each other in every possible way. but how can he care about rights or wrongs this moment– when he feels so good, when this feels so right, the rightest kind of wrong they've ever touched in their entire lives. when dean looks so gorgeous like this. disheveled. beautifully undone. and he can't not marvel at his beauty. not when it's at its most unguarded, its most vulnerable like this.

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Sam deserved to bend Dean over the Impala at least once and Dean deserved to get smeared naked across the hood of his baby while Sam fucked him until he was drooling on it.

(This would've counted as a threesome to Dean and he never even had to share Sam with anyone. Win/win.)

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your honor they’re about to fuck

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Obligatory sunday evening porn. Again, I tried to avoid working on my comic, so I finished a thorki sketch I doodeled today.

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my favorite type of bottom!dean is when he doesn't want to bottom bc he thinks he won't like it but he decides to try bc of sam and then he sees fucking god and comes in like 3 seconds and ends up obsessed with it

the 'i don't bottom' to size queen pipeline seems too believable to me when we talking about dean lmao

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The great thing, is that Sam chooses Dean. Dean is sometimes so shocked by it, that Sam could love or care about him, but Sam always reiterates "no no, I like you, I want you. I don't want to be on my own. I want my family, and that is you."

He doesn't come crawling back like a dog, he doesn't make a "choice" with no actual options. He knows Dean, and he sees Dean, for ALL that he is, and he says "you're my brother, and I still love you."

He accepts him fully, he loves it all (even the bits that Dean himself doesn't like), and again and again he slots himself in, right next Dean, because that is where he belongs, that is where he DESIRES to be, that is what he is claiming for his own.

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I love it when they are on the same page emotionally but just ever so slightly out of sync sexually

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i must've stood outside your dorm for hours

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forever thinking abt how the first canon, on screen gay couple in supernatural were two dudes cosplaying as sam and dean

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Jared gets it.

#SPNOKC 2025 [video]

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hii <3 thoughts on sam realizing just how much dean likes kisses and driving him mad with it by kissing him at the worst or least expected times possible and just because. all the time.

( @wincestwhispers )

my first thought on reading this for some reason was the image of sam leaning over to kiss dean while they're driving down the highway just to kind of freak him out lol. like dean's gunning it because he so definitely speeds all the time and then suddenly sam's in his face trying to smooch him. SAMMY!! i'm DRIVING! but it's straight road no traffic so actually he can turn his head just for a second just for one little kiss :)

but yeah big time i think dean loves loves loves kissing. like five minutes of making out and he's half drunk on it, all big eyes no thoughts dick hard etc. sooo easy for sam to back him into a bathroom stall at some diner and kiss him stupid before walking back out with sam all casual like nothing happened while dean can barely stand up straight. falling asleep kissing when they don't have the energy for any more than that and spending the whole night breathing each other's air... also quick kisses to distract dean from whatever sam's about to do that dean doesn't want him to do lol. hold up real quick let me kiss you and then dart off into this stupid dangerous situation you tried not to let me get into. it would work every time and piss dean off sooooo baddddd

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Save me gay incest fanfiction. Save me.

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it’s why she stays gone for so long