Big Brother Knows Best
Sams warnings: Nsfw, very very nsfw. Size difference kink 10000%, incest/wincest. Just overall not for the kiddies. Younger!Sam, Older!Dean
Holy Chuck and all his angels what have I created ;;
Time travel, huh. Felt like a back to the future moment for Dean, but he wasn't here for his father. He was here for his brother.
He thought, maybe if he went back to warn Sam about what was going to happen before it did then, things would change. Sam wouldn't have gotten in to this whole mess, wouldn't have said yes to Lucifer, wouldn't have died multiple, multiple times
Dean wanted to put it all back into place.
Young, fresh into college Sam sat in his grungy apartment, flicking through channels on the TV, yawning as his eyes felt heavy. He was knocked back into his senses when his door was, pretty much, kicked down.
Sam panicked, thinking he was being robbed, grabbing his dagger from the table and running at whatever mysterious thing was trying to get him, only realising the familiar sound of his brothers voice.
"Sammy!"
"..Dean?"
Dean swallowed as he saw his little brothers state, messy hair, half lidded eyes, large t-shirt that basically drowned him and a pair of tight, ohsotight, boxer shorts.
The thoughts of those shorts being flung across the room as he stuffed his baby brother up was floating around in his mind.
Maybe there was going to be a slight change of plans.
The small talk as to why Dean was here was quick, he made up some excuse of "I just wanted to visit my little brother" or some lame family excuse like that. Sam didn't even stop to question on why his brother looked so...old.
He was too busy thinking about Deans' chiseled jaw, and holymaryandjospeh his pecs. God they were like two mountains, two perfectly roundly shaped mountains.
Sam swallowed as Dean grew closer, putting his hand on Sams' shoulder to give him one of those "big brother" talks, but Sam was zoning out thinking about how Deans' hand would squeeze perfectly around his ass.
Eventually, his thoughts became more...noticeable.
It all happened so fast, really really fast, too fast for Sams' brain to keep up with. One minute he was talking on the couch with Dean, the next he was on his hands and knees, face shoved into a pillow as Dean stuck his fingers in Sams' mouth, getting them all slick and wet.
"Fuck Sammy, this is a good look for you, baby brother".
Shamefully, Sam whimpered, arching his back and pushing his ass closer to Dean. "Dean, please, need you—". Sam gasped as two of Deans' fingers were roughly slid into his tight, pink hole. Sam had never experienced anything in his ass before. Sure, he'd thought about it. But he was always too afraid to try.
Dean groaned at Sams' noises, his dick was hard enough to hammer nails, he was going to enjoy this. Filling his poor baby brothers ass up with his big brothers dick. Yeah, thats all he needed. His big brothers dick making him feel so good.
"Oh Dean please, need you so bad, need your dick inside me ple—". Sam was cut off by his own whimper as Dean removed his fingers, soon enough being replaced by something much larger, and thicker.
Sam let out a strangled cry, arching his back, grinding down to get Dean further into him, making Dean groan. Dean didn't give Sam time to think as he started thrusting into him at a quick pace, making Sam crumble into a moaning, whimpering mess.
"Yeah that's right Sammy, fuck. My baby brother, my fucking pretty pet."
"OhOH FUCK DEAN oh god you feel fucking amazing—".
Dean kept pounding into Sams' tight hole, his ass hitting against Deans' hips at every thrust. Sams' small body could barely keep itself up, Dean had to reach his hand around to hold Sam up.
Poor baby, Dean thought, Can't keep himself up as he's being pounded into.
Sam felt his stomach twist, crying out Deans' name as he attempted to form a sentence through his babbles, "Oh god Dean 'm gonna—"
Dean groaned, grabbing Sams' hips, "Go on, baby brother. Cum. Wanna hear you scream your big brothers name."
Sam cried out a moan, arching his back as he came, his voice cracking. "OhOH OH FUCK DeAn". Dean moaned, bucking his hips into Sam as he rode out his orgasm.
"Fuck— Shit, that was—"
"Amazing, I know."
Dean went to pull out before Sam stopped him, managing to swirl round to lay on Dean, "Not yet, wanna— Wanna keep this inside of me."
Dean smiled, running his thumb over Sams' cheek, pressing a small kiss to his beautiful, plump lips. Maybe Dean could stay here for a while.
"Love you, big brother."
"Love you too, little brother. See? What do I always tell ya? Big brother knows best."
17 notes
·
View notes
🌑 ੈ✩‧₊˚ ━━━━━ ACROSS THE COUNTRY
SUMMARY ➤ Dean and Sam, concerned about their missing father, approach their estranged elder sister Y/N, an FBI agent, for help. Despite initial resistance due to past grievances and her current job, Y/N eventually agrees to join them in their search, setting the stage for a journey filled with potential challenges and dangers.
WARNINGS ➤ injury’s, injured Y/N, stabbed wound (to the shoulder), small shard of glass on Y/N’s face and the back of their head, and slight arguing.
CHARACTERS ➤ Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Y/N Winchester, mentions of John Winchester, and Adam William (added character)
WORD COUNT ➤ 1,180 words
OTHER ➤ Y/N is a FBI agent, small mention of Y/N being 32 years old, set in season 1, episode 1.
AUTHOR’S NOTE ➤ first fanfic! hopefully dean and sam don’t act too OOC, but lmk if they do!
"Dad hasn't been home in a few days."
Sam took a deep breath before responding, "So, he's working one of his usual overtime shifts on a 'Miller Time'. It's nothing to worry about. He's bound to stumble back in sooner or later."
Dean glanced down at the cold, hard ground, allowing his eyes to linger there for a moment before looking back up at Sam. His voice was full of concern as he said, "Dad’s on a hunting trip, and he hasn’t been home in a few days."
Sam’s expression remained stoic, giving away nothing of the worry that was slowly starting to creep in. Jess, who had been quietly observing the exchange, glanced up at him.
"Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside."
"I mean, come on. You can't just break into my place in the middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you," Sam said, his voice echoing in the silence of the night as he followed Dean down the stairs.
"You're not hearing me, Sammy. Dad's missing. I'm not just asking you to hit the road with me. I need you to help me find him." He looked back at Sam, his eyes pleading for understanding.
"I- I don’t understand, why couldn’t you have called Y/N? Isn’t she an FBI agent or something like that?" Sam questioned, his hand reaching out to grab Dean’s shoulder in an attempt to halt his progress.
Dean sighed loudly, a sound that echoed throughout the quiet night. He bounced on the balls of his feet, a nervous habit he had whenever he was troubled. "Well I… kinda don’t know where she is…" he admitted shamefully.
Sam’s eyebrows furrowed, a clear sign of his confusion. "What do you mean you ‘don’t know where she is’?"
Dean pursed his lips and rubbed his hands together, his gaze dropping to the ground. "Well I don’t know her exact location but I know she’s somewhere in Washington DC or something like that!"
Sam scoffed in disbelief and shook his head. "That’s all the way across the country."
"Well did you want this to go quicker?" Dean shot back defensively.
Sam simply rolled his eyes at Dean.
"Look, are you coming with me or not?" Dean asked, his patience clearly running thin.
"I’m not." Sam said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
"Why not?" Dean questioned, his frustration clear.
"I swore I was done hunting. For good."
"Come on. It wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t all bad."
Dean starts heading down the stairs once again, with Sam quickly on his trail.
"You know, in almost three years I've never bothered you, never asked you for a thing," Dean tried to reason, his voice softening.
Sam looks away and sighs, then looks back.
"All right. I'll go. I'll help you find the both of them."
Y/N, a 32 year old FBI agent, sat in the back of the ambulance as the woman cleaned up her many cuts. Her shoulder had been stabbed by the unsub and her head was smashed into a sheet of glass.
"Alright, you're done." The woman finished cleaning her cuts, placing a bandage on her forehead and applying gauze tape to her wound.
Y/N smiled at the woman and hopped off the ambulance truck.
"Y/N!" someone shouted from the distance. She turned to see her great friend Adam, who was the first one to welcome her to the FBI.
She smiled softly as he gave her a comforting hug, "Ow, my shoulder." Her nose scrunched up in pain.
"Sorry," the corners of his mouth turned up as he let go of her.
Other agents of the FBI walked up to her, thanking her for her bravery. "Thank you for saving that girl's life."
"No problem." She gave them a comforting smile.
The agents walked away to discuss matters with other departments.
Y/N and Adam talked about the case for a little while, before Adam turned his attention to something behind her.
"Hey, do you know those people over there?" He asked.
She turned around to look at the people Adam was pointing at. She tilted her head to the side, squinting slightly as she tried to recognize them.
Why did they look so familiar?
Her face paled when she realized who they were.
"Uhm, yea- yeah I do, I’ll be right back," she stuttered, patting his shoulder reassuringly before she walked away.
"What are you guys doing here and how in the hell did you guys find me?" Y/N whispered-yelled at the two boys, her eyes wide with surprise.
"We need your help," Dean replied simply.
Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and put her hands in the back pockets of her jeans, "Oh, so all of a sudden you both need me after what, three years of not talking to me?"
Dean, with a dramatic flair that was all too typical of him, let out an exaggerated sigh. "Listen-" he began, a note of desperation creeping into his voice.
But she cut him off, her frustration palpable. "Dean, please, I really don’t have time for this," she said, waving a hand dismissively.
Sam, practically silent until now, took a step forward. His eyes critically scanned over her face and body, noting the signs of recent distress. "What happened to your shoulder?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.
In response, she lifted a brow and shot him a sarcastic look. "Take a guess, Sam. I’m in the FBI," she said dryly.
He rolled his eyes at her retort. Typical Y/N, he thought, not for the first time.
Dean, who had been silent during their exchange, finally spoke. "Dad’s been missing for a few days, and we… we need you," he stated, his eyes narrowed and serious.
Her reaction was almost immediate. Her jaw tightened, her eyes darkened, her whole demeanor turned defensive. "And why would I want to find him?" she shot back, her voice icy.
He faltered, at a loss for words. He turned away, his gaze landing aimlessly on the nearby crime site.
Now it was Sam’s turn to speak up. He stepped forward, his eyes pleading. "Y/N, please, we really need you right now," he implored, giving her a puppy-dog look. It was a tactic he used to use all the time when he was younger to get what he wanted.
She looked away from him, her lips pursed, her face screwed up in thought. After a long pause, she finally voiced her question. "How- how long is this going to take?"
Dean was the one to answer. "Four days."
She sighed out loud, a wearied sound that echoed in the silence. "You do realize I have a real job, right?" she asked, a note of exasperation in her voice.
Dean rolled his eyes, a retort already forming on his lips. But before he could speak, Y/N interrupted him.
"Fine, I’ll go with you two," she said, her voice resigned.
Dean smiled lightly, relief flooding his features. "Thank you, Y/N."
And so, they walked together to Dean's car, unaware of the challenges and dangers that lay ahead of them.
188 notes
·
View notes
I HAVE SOME OPINIONS ABOUT SUPERNATURAL GENDERBENDS.
Listen. I love that image of fem dean that most people in fandom have, with her being like a really cool masc woman with an undercut who is confident in her bisexuality and has no problem sleeping with both men and women. I love her dearly.
BUT. Realistically speaking. Look at john winchester (and tell me there’s god). and the amount of INSANE toxic masculinity bullshit that goes on in canon dean’s brain that actively makes his life worse.
Imagine what kind of GIRL would john winchester raise.
Fem dean would have contradicting roles she needs to fit in. on one hand there’s this image of picture perfect mother/wife that mary was in john’s eyes and that he forces on deanna. On the other theres Family Business which you Can Never Escape. She should be daddy’s daughter, good older sister, future mother and wife but she can never achieve that, so she is ultimately Fails as a Woman. Insert canon dean’s thoughts about being a freak. Worst case of “not like other girls” mentality. Mary as unachievable ideal of traditional femininity which is totally alien to deanna.
And talking about fem sam in my mind Jessica stays her Girlfriend
And that is the core of deanna and sam’s conflict actually because in dean’s eyes sam escapes Family Business so surely she can now be the Right Woman even if deanna herself cant have that?
WRONG, sam doesn’t give a shit about johns views on gender roles, she wants to be a lawyer of all things and lives with another woman. A fucking slap in the face.
John the kind of father to forbid sam from painting her nails in high school cause The Hunt but also gets mad at her for cutting her hair short over a sink.
ALSO I think it would be INSANELY COOL for sam to have hoodies with those 2000s graphic crosses/angel wings prints as sort of foreshadowing
And Rowena is a dilf witch now yeah.
678 notes
·
View notes