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the way they grab each other in this scene makes it one of my favorite scenes ever. their automatic instinct <3

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The first thing out of Dean's mouth when he wakes up...

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dean seeing sam all bulked up for the first time and when they're alone his hands immediately goes for sam's chest like

"you get these tits for me, sammy? you knew your big brother's a sucker for 'em, wanted to welcome me home with something nice?" and sam's kinda snippy, mostly shy, insisting that "they're not - they're not tits, dean-"

(until he's begging dean to fuck them)

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@the-dormant-ocean ahhh thank you ;-; i also desperately want to read and write fics like this its such a delicious concept!!

if 2009 dean and 2009 sam were sent to endverse both deans would have been like two feral dogs fighting for attention from their brother wife.

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idk just sam being so protective over his hair bc its the only thing dean's never made him compromise on - the way he dresses, his beliefs, what he eats, his friends, sure, but never his hair. he might make comments here and there, but the way dean likes to card his fingers through sam's hair, sink his hand into the soft locks, distracts john when he makes noises about getting sam in a chair for a haircut, like its the one thing he knows is safe for sam to have and he wants to protect it too -

yeah, sam's hair is sacred.

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if 2009 dean and 2009 sam were sent to endverse both deans would have been like two feral dogs fighting for attention from their brother wife.

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dean changed his mind after being sent to 2014 because he was going crazy possessive at the thought that someone else (lucifer) would get to be inside his little brother.

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warnings: implied underage, nsft

genuinely feel like

Sam at fifteen, eighteen, twenty-two would’ve never let Dean do this. 

Would’ve scowled at the first hint of Dean’s hand on his thigh, would’ve brushed that hand away with an annoyed, “Knock it off, dude.”

And Dean at nineteen, twenty-two, twenty-six wouldn’t have minded - would’ve grinned and patted his knee with a cheerful, “Later, then, little brother?”

Sam at thirty-six lets Dean do everything. 

Spreads his legs as Dean slides a hand up his thigh, bites his lip as Dean lazily drags his knuckles against the wet heat he can already feel through Sam’s jeans. 

And Dean at forty keeps his eyes on the road, the other hand steady on the wheel as he slowly rubs at his brother’s dick until he comes with a whisper of a moan. 

Keeps rubbing through the aftershocks, and only when Sam’s pressing his thighs together does he pull away to tangle that same hand in Sam’s hair and pull.

Sam comes to him easy, fingers practiced and graceful as he undoes Dean’s jeans and leans over to mouth gently at Dean’s cock. 

“That’s it,” Dean says, as gentle as he ever is nowadays, “that’s it, Sammy. So good for me, little brother.”

And Sam moans, swallows Dean down to the base, choking and drooling on Dean’s cock just so Dean will keep talking.