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Here’s my big bang fic for this year, everyone.

Title: Soul Love Author: : @hastendownthewinchesters Rating: NC-17 Warnings: Underage Word Count: 10.106 Tags: Soul Bonds, Soulmates, AU

Summary: Your soulmate’s name is branded on your wrist the moment you turn 18. Dean feels like a pervert, because his soulmate is his little brother. Ashamed and terrified, Dean will try anything to make sure the bond isn’t reciprocated. He forgets, for a second, that you can’t mess with destiny.

Link: AO3

Artist: @daemonrose

Links: AO3 | LJ | Tumblr

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do you love sam winchester? do you hate how much pain he’s been through? do you wish you could wrap him in 50 blankets and feed him as much hot chocolate as possible? then this is the net for you!

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JJ and her boys ♥ Jensen looks really proud (x)

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The fact that Dean still calls his brother “Sammy”, even if Sam is a 30 year old man who is 6’4 tall and one of the most deadly hunters in the world is the reason why my hearts stays warm at night. 

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Reasons To Stay Alive

Title:Reasons To Stay Alive

Author: @hastendownthewinchesters

Artist: kazue7294

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: detailed description of depression and anxiety disorder, off-screen mention of attempted suicide, true love conquering all, gay sex acts including rimming.

Word Count: 21.097

Beta: my amazingly supportive friend @minxchester

Notes: Written for the J2 Big Bang 2016

Title of the fic taken from the eponymous book by Matt Haig.

The Annual Fall Foliage Festival is a real thing. It is an annual event Hosted by the Friends of Main Street along with the Town of Winchester and is held in October. However, since I don’t live anywhere near Winchester I know very little about it.

Summary Jared works in an independent coffeeshop in Winchester, Connecticut. He’s a History major straight out of college, and his BFF Genevieve owns the shop. Jensen is a troubled youngster, a English major with major depressive disorder. After a suicide attempt and a lot of terrible fights with his family, Jensen decides to relocate to New England. There he meets Jared, who is about as optimistic as Jensen is pessimistic. Can they help each other out, or are Jensen’s problems too big to overcome? Love can’t solve every problem. But patience, understanding, perseverance and a healthy dose of caffeine just might.

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calling wincest shippers

hey fam, reblog this if you ship wincest. in the tags, add if you’re a dean!girl, a sam!girl or bibro. just for my own curiosity xoxox 

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I'm jane AWEsten y'all

tag urself i’m lord B Y E ron

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A little fic I just wrote. Enjoy!

Green Eyed 

This was written for brothersandlovers for the third Wincest Love Week.

It’s also on AO3.

This ficlet NSFW: it includes Top Sam and Bottom Dean with D/S dynamics, Dean begging, a little bit of pain play and orgasm delay/edging. 

“Oh God. I’m sorry, Sammy, I’m sorry, I’m sorry please oh God please.”

“Yeah,” Sam chuckled darkly in Dean’s ear. “You’ll be sorry, alright.”

He had Dean pressed against the rough bricks of the alley, one cheek pressed uncomfortably against the stone. He’d shoved Dean’s legs apart roughly and his jeans were down around his ankles, but his boxers were still on. Sam firmly kept both of Dean’s wrist restrained with his left hand while tweaking Dean’s nipples with his right. He wasn’t doing it for pleasure. He was doing it for punishment and Dean, the guy with the most sensitive nipples in the world, was begging him to stop.

“Ahh, Sam, it hurts.”

Sam was scratching at Dean’s left nipple with his thumbnail now, and had no problem believing that it did. He breathed heavily on Dean’s neck and said: “You love it.”

Dean’s knees almost gave out. Sam had to keep him upright by pressing him against the wall. 

“What are you sorry for, Dean?”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I flirted with that guy. I’m sorry I danced with him.”

“And?” Sam was stroking Dean more gently now, but Dean was so sensitive that the touches still made him whine.

“And I’m sorry for teasing you. Oh, oh, Sam, please take me home and fuck me.”

“No,” said Sam. “I’m going to fuck you right here. I hope that guy leaves just as you’re bouncing on my dick, so he’ll see who you really belong to.”

Dean stopped struggling against Sam’s hold quite suddenly. He was still shaking a little, and the pleading noises didn’t let up, but he turned completely to jelly. He had entered that special corner in his mind where he trusted Sam to take care of him. He would let Sam do absolutely anything at this point, and they both knew it.

Sam inhaled sharply as the power rush hit him. Fuck yes, Dean was always so good for him. Only for him.

Sam yanked Dean’s boxers down and froze. 

“Dean,” his voice cracked on the word suddenly. “You’re prepped already.”

Dean was a little fuzzy, but he was so tuned into Sam’s voice that he answered regardless. “Yeah,” he said, in the turned-on voice that made Sam crazy. “I wanted to be ready for you.”

Sam dropped to his knees, right in the middle of the street. Dean swayed and Sam quickly gripped his slender hips to steady him. He pressed his face against Dean’s crack and breathed in the musky smell. Fuck yes.

“Dean,” he said sternly. “I appreciate you wanting to be ready for me. But you didn’t think that would keep me from toying with you a little bit first, did you?”

Sam grinned devilishly even though Dean wasn’t able to see him. Dean, whose wrists were bruised a little from Sam’s grip and wasn’t that the hottest thing ever, was now hiding his face in his hands. He could never look at Sam when…

When Sam rimmed him. And Sam started rimming him now. He spread Dean’s cheeks apart with hands that spanned them completely, and made sure to squeeze firmly so it would bruise, just a little. Just enough to hurt, just enough to make Dean crazy when he was driving the car tomorrow.

He licked broad stripes on Dean’s hole and into it, and Dean just keened and whined and begged for more, pressing his whole body more closely against Sam’s.

Sam added a finger, then two.

Dean started babbling again. “Sam, Sam please, oh please,” there was a warning edge to his voice, a certain desperation that made Sam want to never stop.

“Please what?” 

Just as Dean was about to answer, Sam bit his left cheek and watched the skin turn red. Dean couldn’t speak.

“Please what, Dean?” Sam repeated.

“Please fuck me now, please.”

Sam laughed, tried to make the sound loud and mocking. “Why would I do that? Why would I give you exactly what you want when I’m trying to punish you?”

Dean didn’t have an answer for that, just a few more breathy noises.

“I thought so,” Sam said, and he added a third finger to Dean’s hole, twisting them just so that he’d hit the sweet spot.

“I’ll come,” Dean wailed. He didn’t sound like he was kidding, either.

“I don’t think you will,” Sam answered. “Because you’re not allowed.”

Dean made a high pitched sound.

“Please, please, please, please.”

Sam upped the pace of his fingers fucking Dean, and said firmly: “No.”

“Please, please, I can’t, I can’t oh God I can’t hold it.”

“You’re going to come just from a couple of fingers?” Sam mocked. “You’re going to come like a <i>girl?</i> Just like any cheap slut in the middle of the street?”

It wasn’t fair. Sam knew dirty words like that got Dean hotter than almost anything else. But Sam was prepared. Just after he finished his sentence, when the meaning of the words hit Dean and he started to tense in preparation for his orgasm, Sam pulled his fingers out.

Dean threw his head back and made the most beautiful sound Sam had ever heard. Was that a tear in his eye? God, he must want it so fucking bad.

Sam got up again and pressed the full length of his body against Dean’s. He pulled him close with two arms around his waist and brushed his palm over Dean’s cock head. It was leaking and Dean squeaked when Sam touched it.

“Shh, baby, shh. It’s going to be okay. I’ll let you come, I promise. Just, a little bit longer, yeah?”

He could feel the intense pounding of Dean’s heart under his hands, and the slight tremble of his body.

Dean was beyond words.

“You’re so beautiful like this, baby. So gorgeous. Can you hold on just a little longer for me?”

Dean shook with tension but nodded his head jerkily. Sam looked down at where Dean’s cock was bobbing angrily up and down. He was controlling himself without the help of a cockring, Sam reminded himself. Just because he wanted to please Sam. Just because Sam said so. Sam was getting kind of needy himself.  

“D’you still want me to take you home?” he growled at Dean.

“No no no no no right here,” Dean begged. “Do it right here.”

So Sam slid his cock in. It was easy. Dean was all sloppy from Sam’s fingering, and his whole body had gone slack with need and submission. Sam kept his pace slow, aware that Dean was very, very worked up and hadn’t gotten permission yet. Sam loved torturing Dean, but even his cruelty had its limits.

Still, Dean moaned “Ooh,” as Sam worked his way inside, in a slightly alarmed tone. Like he was three seconds away from losing it, permission be damned.

So Sam, with an enormous effort, pulled back out. “You can come, Dean,” and shoved  his cock back into Dean’s ass with one rough movement.

Dean came, shaking and crying and coming and coming for longer than Sam had ever seen him do before. It made Sam crazy, that he could get Dean to let go so completely, and he wasn’t far behind.

Neither of them noticed that the dude Dean had been flirting with left the bar just as Sam pulled Dean close and started whispering that he was such a good boy and how much he loved him.

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That time Jared patted Jensen’s head to let him know he was ok after talking about mental heath

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sam’s huffy chest in 11.20, requested by @jared-padababe ♡

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Appreciation of Winchester genes He is so pretty, but my favourite thing about this is that one wayward strand of hair ♥

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Favorite pictures of Jared Padalecki [22/50] (c)

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i love this shot. i just .. do. 

Jared Padalecki  - Main Panel  - Salute to Supernatural Phoenix 2016

photo by me. if using - credit @amyshaped or grumpyjackles

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Sammy’s hot professor looks :)