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sam bouncing on dean's dick, panting as he tugs at his own nipples. the drag of dean's cock makes him shiver but its the image of it inside him that pushes him closer and closer to the edge. big brother big dick stretches him out, and sam's stomach is protruding, is simultaneously housing something more than him and getting filled with the love he's known all his life. dean's so big inside of him, so big, and sam wants a baby. he wants a baby.

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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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And now this after it has premiered:

“In the end, despite its large cast and grandiose themes, “Countdown” ultimately falters due to its monotonous nature. Series centering on task forces are a dime a dozen across network and streaming platforms, and typically work best when they move at either a breakneck pace or are episodic. Additionally, each person on Team Hurricane from Meachum onward is someone viewers have already seen before. Without compelling storylines or characters, the show fails to make a significant impression.”

Waiting to hear from a certain group of people about the new Copaganda show…

1-1/2 out of 4 star rating 😬

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Waiting to hear from a certain group of people about the new Copaganda show…

1-1/2 out of 4 star rating 😬

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There’s a lot of rambling going on on that Podcast hey?

She just always comes across as being so inauthentic. The catty, mean girl history definitely does not help.

Bevin better be careful, if Danneel stops short she’ll break her neck… the blatant ass kissing and LYING is weird, Danneel doesn’t wield enough power to command that kind of behaviour and Jensen is still not an A list actor and likely won’t be at this point so WTH?

Someone should ask Danneel (in the M&G if it happens) if she talks to Jared about producing, seriously he’d be a great resource and he’s very giving but I doubt her ego would allow her to ask him for help. If she answered yes the AAs would have a collective meltdown… I’d pay to see it.

Whelp now Danneel apparently can only attend Sunday (originally Saturday&Sunday) for that con. Hmmm🤔

Yes, well, I’m sure she’s trying to avoid something and also trying to pretend she is busy.😹

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Bring Lord Stanley back to Canada boys 🇨🇦

it starts with drai, it ends with drai

leon draisaitl | FLA @ EDM | 2025.06.04

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People better stop disrespecting #SPN and #AO3 history.

The fact that Destiel fans get it so wrong so often… seriously, they should be studied.

Saw a comment that said "destiel gave us ao3" bitch what the fUCK?!

You don't have to like Wincest but you damn well need to respect that a Wincestie gave us AO3!

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God bless Dr. Sharpe.

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The amount of proof in the show of the brother’s devotion to one another is legend.

Anyone trotting out the old, whining complaint that the show was about found family blah, blah, blah is beyond help. I feel like they’re saying it just to rile the true fans, the people that actually watched the show.

Does anyone have a chain of the scenes from the show of all the Sam and Dean devotion? And for good measure maybe also scenes showing one or both of the brothers “shoving Cass aside”?

How to trigger a fandom. The way they latched onto a throwaway line is something else. I wonder which fan said it this time that's got their panties in a twist?? Lol

Imagine a group guilt tripping you for liking the leads??? If you hate what the show's about?? Tough. Don't watch it then. Do us a favour and fuck off.

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All that brotherly love, just the best.

14x11 // 14x12

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Love Samulet smut 💕

Sam would suck the amulet into his mouth while looking straight into Dean’s eyes while they are fucking and you can’t change my mind. He would let it rest on his tongue, mouth wide open so Dean can spit on it and into his mouth. He would play with it and use it as the leash it is to entice Dean in between his thighs

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Deathstiel and the heller cult is THE worst thing to have happened to Supernatural and this fandom, period

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Lovely little snippet. It’s great that the boys are honest with each other about their feelings.

inopportune

prompt: zachariah gives sam and dean their memories back at a very bad time.

rating: explicit pairing: wincest/swesson, bottom sam warnings: incest, dubcon due to angel nonsense wordcount: 1500

They’re frozen, hot, and Dean’s hands are still digging into Sam’s waist and Jesus, Sam’s back is still arched and his hands are pressed to the desk and his body’s moving with each breath and he - fuck, he clenches, then jerks his head, like he just realized what he did. 

Dean doesn’t know what to say. Doesn’t know if he should say anything. Words come to life and die on his tongue. His lips are dry and he licks them and it’s too loud in the dead silence of the room. He needs to move. He needs to move, he needs to pull out, now, because it’s Sam who he’s been sleeping with for weeks and it’s Sam who kissed him in that elevator and blew him under his desk and spread his legs for him and -

He should have pulled out by now, too many seconds have ticked by, he knows that, they both know that, he should have at the very least let go, but he’s still stuck in place, reality still sinking in, the reality of what he’s done and what he’s still fucking doing and - oh, God, what he wants -

“Dean,” Sam says, his voice shot, shattering the silence, and Dean - God help him, Dean Smith had loved Sam Wesson’s voice, fucked out and raw, and his name in that voice had never failed to go straight to his dick, and it still does, it still fucking does. His grip tightens and his cock twitches and he knows from Sam’s sharp inhale that he feels it, you need to let go, you need to pull out right fucking now, he’s screaming at himself.

“Sorry,” is what finally comes out of Dean’s mouth, absolutely pathetic, disgusting, you’re sorry? Sorry for fucking your little brother for weeks? Sorry for still being inside of him? Sorry for liking it, you fucking freak?

Sam shudders and Dean feels it under his hands and he’d been staring across the room, far away from the man underneath him, but that brought his eyes back down, traveling from Sam’s hair down the broad expanse of the muscles in his back and his arms - fuck, Dean Smith had loved those, had told Sam Wesson between kisses how hot he was - and down further to the sharp curve of his lower back, and even further - Dean swallows - that perfect ass still tight around his dick, and he wants, he wants -

“Don’t,” Sam says, same voice, short, weak, and that could mean anything, don’t what? 

But before Dean can wander down any of those possibilities, Sam tells him what he wants to hear, and he doesn’t even accept that he wants to hear it before he hears it, and when he hears it, when Sam says don’t stop, he breathes out fuck, Sammy, and he pulls out just to slide back in, so fucking good. Dean Smith knew what Sam Wesson liked and gave it to him whenever he wanted and now Dean knows his Sam’s body and he starts moving, slowly picking up the same rhythm as before, filling the room with the obscene sounds of skin on skin and Sam’s punchy exhales and tiny moans with every thrust, trembling.

Dean doesn’t stop moving, can’t stop, not now, but reaches down and - Dean Smith had sucked Sam Wesson’s cock more times than he could count at this point, Dean can remember how it felt in his mouth, stupidly big and perfect, and now he has his dick in his hand and strokes him in time with each thrust and Sam has his head down on the desk, mumbling something Dean can’t hear, his hands balling into fists.

So Dean leans down to meet him, keeps moving, puts his mouth wherever he can reach, upper back, almost at Sam’s neck, and Sam raises his head so he can kiss his neck, bite it, and Sam makes a pained noise and shoves his ass back on Dean’s cock and it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen in his life, fuck, he wants to come but he doesn’t want this to end because then they have to deal with what this means -

It’s hot, so hot, sweat beads on Sam’s back as his muscles tense, Dean runs a hand through his hair and grabs onto it, pulling him back, and Sam makes a sound low in his throat, he loves it, he wants this. “Dean,” he says again, even weaker, quieter, “please, please -”

Dean exhales, says, “Please, what?” like Dean Smith would but with less composure, his voice deeper, shakier, and Sam spreads his legs further and Dean groans something unintelligible and fucks him harder, fucking into his best spots because you’ve been fucking him for weeks, the hickies on his neck barely covered by his hair are Dean’s, the faint hints of rope burn around his wrists are Dean’s, and Dean realizes that at least right now Sam is his, his to hold and keep and love and give everything to -

Sam manages to say, and Dean remembers it, has heard it before, “Please - come inside of me,” and blood boils in the pit of his stomach and he bends down over Sam and holds on tight as he fucks him deep, fast, rough, making sure he’s touching Sam in the way he knows he loves because fuck, he wants him to come, too, wants to feel his dick twitch in his hand and hear Sam’s desperate little cries and have that push him over the edge. He kisses Sam’s back, nips, exhales, mumbles I will, I will, I’ve got you, Sammy, I will, fuck, fuck, you feel so good, I’ve got you and Sam reaches back for him with one shaking hand and grabs his hip and keeps them close together and clenches around him and -

- and Dean buries himself inside of Sam and jerks him off until he’s coming, until they both are, breathing and groaning and moving in unison until they can’t move anymore, until Dean lets go but doesn’t pull out, still kissing wherever he can kiss as Sam’s shuddering arms hold him up. He lazily fucks into him again, just a bit, just enough for Sam to twitch and fidget, still sensitive, and when he pulls out he only does so long enough to hear Sam’s pained little noise, then pushes inside again, fucking the come into him a few more times before pulling out for real, he always enjoyed that sound - and that view, Jesus Christ, Dean wants to brand it into his brain.

For a while, all they do is breathe. They can’t do anything else. They’re frozen again.

Dean moves first, grabbing the tissue box off of his desk and cleaning them both, while Sam’s still bent over the table, looking down. Dean’s stomach lurches, how are they going to look at each other now that they’ve - now that they -

“How long?” is the first thing Sam asks, his voice still shot, still naked, and Dean can’t help but stare at him still.

It takes a few seconds to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth and say, “Lost track. Don’t remember.”

Sam laughs shakily, his whole upper back moving, and he finally stands up straight again, but doesn’t turn around. Dean’s reaching around for his clothes, pulling on his boxers and pants first, and turns, gives Sam room to grab his own. “I was…seventeen,” Sam says.

That was unexpected, but all of this is, really, so it’s not that hard to believe, considering. Dean laughs too, just once, just a huff, and says, “Right before you left, huh?”

Silence, and he feels a prickle of guilt. It wasn’t supposed to be mean, but maybe it was. 

“I thought it would go away,” Sam said. Clothes are rustling and Dean assumes they’re both about fully clothed by now, meaning it’s okay to turn around, but they’d seen each other naked so many times, so many times at this point, but that was before, and now it’s after. “Then you - then everything happened.”

A pause, then, solid, urgent, “Dean.”

He steels himself and turns, and breathes. Sam’s got everything but his shirt back on and his face is still flushed and his eyes still drop from Dean’s eyes to his lips to his chest, but he’s serious. “This is - I don’t want it to stop.”

There it was, the truth, and Sam said it first, and Dean isn’t sure who that’s a victory for.

“Me neither,” Dean says. “Me neither.”

Sam’s kissing him barely a second after the last syllable leaves his mouth, one big hand on his neck, the other sliding down his bare waist, and this should have been their first kiss ever, aware and open and knowing, but it was their first kiss as them, and that counted. It counted.

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Manifesting 🙌

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hahaha that anon's story made me remember how my dad saw jared and jen at the airport once. they were sitting and, in my dad's words, "the tall one" was trying to read and "the other" kept pulling jared's beanie down so it would cover his eyes, and they did it for like 15 mins and looked like little kids

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grown ass dean would go absolutely feral for sam as he was in earlier seasons. like dean in late season would do anything to have s1 sammy back and fawn over him like crazy. he would literally do anything to immortalize sam in his baby brother form in any way he can literally. tell me i'm wrong