#sam & dean

[carry-on-every-neverland-magic]

Oh my god the OFFiCial supernatural YouTube account is so gutless they changed the name of the vid they uploaded 😂😂💀A Heller said they should change the title lmao so they bent over

Like cmon man 😂😂 I can't wait until Hellers find out that they have zero power to make destiel a thing that they are just someone on Tumblr and anyway the show is over almost 5 years now like get over it lmao

[sammyakins]

Debating on writing a Fanfiction where dean does trade sam and watches him get non conned

[sammybeann]

Okay but 16 year old Sammy and 20 year old Dean both on an anonymous gay dating site. 

None of them know the other is into men, and none of them know that they ended up matching with one another. 

They don't post their faces and go by screen names only, but quickly hit it off, texting back and forth for hours a day, bonding over their shitty lives. 

It doesn't take long for their chats to turn naughty, Dean describing the nasty things he'd like to do to Sam's pretty pink hole, Sam responding with enthusiasm before describing in full detail the things he'd do to Dean's cock with his mouth, and it would more often than not end up with them jerking off to their conversations, their vivid imaginations running wild with the image of sweaty bodies, tongues and hair pulling and choking and bliss. 

With those chats inevitably came explicit pictures always from the waist down. Sam bending over, spreading each one of his cheeks to reveal his pretty pink hole already fingered open and gaping for his nameless suitor to marvel at, Dean returning a photo of his thick cock against his belly, thick ropes of come splattered along his torso. 

It wasn't until a few months into their anonymous relationship that Sam had sent Dean a photo of his hard cock, long fingers wrapped around the base that Dean made the connection. 

The watch around the man's wrist looked an awful lot like the one Sam wore, and what was worse was the background of the photo was the exact same as the bathroom of the shitty motel room they were staying at, the one Sam was currently in, the ugly yellow ceramic tub visible just behind Sam's erection. 

Dean immediately deleted the app so fucking fast after the realization hit him, the color draining from his face when Sam exited the bathroom, staring down at his phone with a frown not understanding what he did wrong, why his online lover suddenly disappeared. 

Dean never went on the app again, and he sure as hell didn't tell Sam, who continued to check the app every day in hopes his partner would return.

[boyscentral56]

[aborddelimpala]

Happy Birthday Dean Winchester | Fav' brotherly love declarations

[adeaddogsdove]

it is 7 in the morning and im thinking about incest

[let-me-be-your-home]

Dean feels his brothers pain, so deeply. Supernatural 2x17 - Heart

[annaruby]

[violetpurpleviolet]

Why is that every time, Dean saves Sam, it’s himself he sacrifices. But when Sam saves Dean , it’s the entire world.

Id die for you

I’d burn the world for you

[partwhereyouhugback]

Okay maybe I need to pick up supernatural again

[sams-princess-hair]

Full Pre-Stanford fic

Cw: cursing, smut, Dean being Sad, brief mention of puke, handjobs, John being a pos.

Dean feels nausea bubbling up in his stomach, the sound of arguing playing over in his head, and he's going to be sick.

Last night, he and Sam finally got time together thanks to John's unending alcoholism. They spent the day together, and Dean felt like a nervous kid, stomach twisted up in knots, and cold sweat on his palms. He's loved Sam for as long as he can remember. The kid was the best part of his day, all happy to see him and smart as a whip. Sam graduated with honors to his brother's beaming pride. John said that Sam was going to be going out with them on more hunts soon, and Dean couldn't wait, finally having someone to work with him, unlike John, who treated him like a weapons caddy. Dean always thought Sam was too pretty for hunting though, he tried to tell him a few times, but it came off as him making fun of Sam's long hair or soft skin. No one can put their foot in their mouth like Dean. When he finally got the nerve up to kiss Sam's temple, it was a quick, fleeting thing, but they were both so aware of it. The boys hug each other after they avoid death, but kisses are reserved for pretty girls and sad dead goodbyes. They both felt the shift from it, Dean could have combusted, and then, like an answered prayer, relief came in the form of long arms around him.

They fell into each other, slow and consuming, years of itch, and need all seeping to the surface. Each one with clammy hands, trying to find a way to hold each other. They kiss, for real, like they kiss girls they kissed, they both know it's wrong and dirty, but so are they. It's not their fault. Dean spends so much time licking into Sam's perfect mouth. He sucks the fat of Sam's candy pink lip into his mouth and drags his teeth over it. He pours affection over Sam and the cream skin he's torn his eyes from for years. Running hands over mile long limbs and so much Sam that he can't wrap his head around it, grew up so big and tall.

Dean tucks his hand in the crook of Sam's knee and pulls him over his lap, holding those skinny hips close and pressing his face into his stomach, breathing there as if he might evaporate. Acres of Neutrogena model skin, sprawling over the sweet boy in his lap. When he finally pulls back to look at Sam, the streetlight makes his skin glow heavenly pale, his hazel eyes look green and silver and endless.

They can't help it. Deam's pants are shoved down, and Sam is in his shirt and dirty socks sitting on Dean's lap, panting against his salt licked skin. Dean's calloused hand, working them both together as he swallows every sound from Sam's soft mouth. His other hand traces up into that shaggy brown hair that he keeps telling Sam to cut, pulling him deeper into that consuming kiss. Dean's eyes run hungry over miles of Sam, mouth dry, and lips licked. A spit slick hand pumping hot and steady over the both of them.

"I needed you for so long" Dean's gruff voice pants out. The sweet moans that come from Sam's flush pink mouth could have him cumming so fast amd he tries to hold it back, needing to make Sam feel good first, but just thinking about Sam looking so blissed out and spent has him pumping them both faster.

Sam's skin is teenage greasy and gorgeous under she streetlight. Dean's hand drops to that tight waist, helping Sam rut up into Dean's waiting hand, rubbing against each other, all adoration and need.

Sam's sweetheart voice stumbles over choked moans, unsure of what to do as he drops his head on his brother's shoulder and groans against the skin.

"Please, close..." Sam stutters so softly, his cock twitching against Dean's and all thoughts flee his existence, just grinding up faster and kissing harder, Dean wants Sam to leave marks and litter his body with the sweetest little sore reminders, but Sam doesn't bite, or bruise, or scratch. Sam's too good.

Dean only pulls back to see that perfect face when Sam spills over both of them, Dean following seconds later, trying to burn that image into the secret parts of his brain. Seared there for a lifetime of long showers and special bathroom trips.

He sweeps the stuck hair off of Sam's forehead and marvels at the breathtaking boy in his lap.

"You are so beautiful," and Sam half smirks at his words. Dean couldn't wait to start hunting with Sam for real, them and their dad against everything. He doesn't have many things, but he can have Sam, the nicest thing he could ever call his.

He kisses Sam silly, just soft and sweet and breathless. He kisses him until he feels their cum starting to dry and he needs to take care of Sam. Pulling back just an inch.

"Hey"

"Yeah?"

"Do you want to take a shower with me?" Their eyes are glued together, searching and adoring.

"Yeah, that'd be nice," and Dean's face breaks into the most gleeful smile. He never felt so light as he led his brother to the bathroom. Turning on the shower and stripping out of the rest of their clothes, just shoes and shoved down pants at this point. They shuffle into the shower and just hold each other under the water. Dean stops to wash Sam's hair and body, using the same routine as when he was little, careful not to get any soap in his eyes.

Loving Sam is easy. It feels light and pure and as natural as breathing. When they get out, they dry off together, and Dean is smiling like a kid, too happy to contain it. They curl up in that spring mattress, pulling Sam close and tucking him up tight against his chest.

Waking up with Sam laying over his arm that had by now gone completely numb and kissing Sam's forehead in the morning felt right, everything finally shaken into place. With no idea what he was going to tell his father, he lay in bliss for a few more moments before having to get up and get supplies for the next hunt. The amount of salt they buy warrants buying wholesale. When he went to pick up the thick sacks of salt, he wondered if Sam needed his own machete. Dad has extras, but they're dull, and the handles are falling apart, so he thought Sam might want his own. Maybe he'll get him a couple of warding charms while he's at it. He knew hunting wasn't Sam's ideal life, but it would be better together he'd make sure of it. He even went to the store and picked up a few little salad kits for Sam along with the requested beer and jerky.

When the impala rumbled into the motel parking lot, he heard yelling. It was like dad and Sam were allergic to each other, both too hardheaded to listen. Hopefully, food and beer will loosen things up, worst case scenario is that dad gets wasted and he has to find him in the morning. It's still better than Sam not talking to anyone or staying at a friend's house. Six pack in one hand and salad kit in the other, he fumbles with the door for a second before pushing it open with his shoulder.

The shouting was immediately so loud, and the peace offerings in his hands seemed too small. Dad was shouting some generic shit about Sam being an ungrateful pussy and Sam firing back about how he's sick of his drunk ass and this fucking life. It's been the same thing for a while now. He set the gifts on the counter and figured that when they cooled down, they'd notice them and be happier. He went to sit outside the motel room, just to wait it out.

Dean was in the middle of a lovely daydream when Sam came tumbling out of the room with his duffle. Immediately jumping up to see what's wrong and try to fix it.

"Hey, hey! What's going on? Are you okay?" And Sam opened his mouth to respond but was drowned out by the military bark of John's voice.

"Boy, if you leave now, don't come back!"

Leaving? Sam can't be leaving, John can't mean that he shouldn't come back. He dips his head inside to see what happened, and there's torn mail on the floor, all from colleges. Cold sweat comes over his skin, and he races back out to find Sam already gone.

Dean feels nausea bubbling up in his stomach, the sound of arguing playing over in his head, and he's going to be sick. No time to find a trash can as Dean's breakfast paints the sidewalk.

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Thank you @pyerdirt for helping me finish this.❤️❤️❤️

[maelynnmurphy]

So what if I’m a demon? You’re still alive aren’t you?😒

[skywalkerela]

SERIES/MOVIE SUGGESTIONS-1

-Supernatural: It tells the story of two brothers hunting monsters/demons and fighting against them to protect the world.

Number of seasons: 15

Start year of the series: 2005

Year of the series ending: 2020

IMDB: 8.4

Created by: Eric Kripke

Main cast: Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles

Main characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester

[boyscentral56]

Okay hear me out as much as I love omega Sam and it makes sense but what about omega Dean and alpha Sam. Like just imagine omega Dean desperate for his little brothers knot doing everything in his power to get Sammy to notice him like walking around in the motel room in nothing but his panties or always bending over in front of him and one where it’s night time and he knows Sam is still awake but he pretends he doesn’t all while fingering himself in the next bed over while moaning Sammy. And just think about how possessive he would get when there out at a bar or something and some skanky dumb blonde omega girl with big tits comes up to Sam trying to hit on him

[aborddelimpala]

They do know we’re brothers, right? | 01.18 Something Wicked