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As someone with the same personality type as Sam Winchester, I'd like to state that I too am in love with Dean Winchester.
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Just in my wincest feels, and thinking about Sam and Dean’s greatest fears. Sam’s that Dean will always choose someone else over him, and a fear that all he does is let Dean down, and Dean’s that Sam does not really want this life, and all he has ever done is hold Sam back.
Sam’s insecurity/fear is really interesting when you think about how hard that must always be for him. He thinks that Dean holds the stars and constantly sees how many people are attracted to his personality (Benny, Crowley, Charlie, Cas, Bobby etc). Sam knows how kind, loving, selfless and consuming Dean is and his love, and feels incredibly threatened when it seems someone may take his place.
Dean is protective, Sam is possessive.
That scene, where the brothers are in therapy with Jack, talking about their mum’s (yes, I’m a Brit) death and Sam says, something along the lines of ‘who does she always go to for help’ my understanding of this line, beyond that obvious, that Dean as the older brother, had more of a real relationship with their mother, but Sam as we all know in this fandom is incredibly clingy and covetous of Dean and his affections, and knows what other people see when they look at Dean, because Sam sees it too.
Dean’s love is consuming, and Sam has always wanted it all for himself, the idea that someone might ever take his place, terrifies Sam. We especially saw this in season 11, with the Amara and Dean storyline, Sam was like a scorned lover for the entire season.
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Unbearable
((I've found a list of 512 one-word writing prompts and well, drabbles will ensue))
"I don't like this."
Sam hummed, taking a sip of his water, looking around.
"I hate this."
Once again Sam hummed, glancing at his big brother who adjusted his tie, stretching his neckline so he had more room to breathe. It almost seemed as though he was sweating. Even in the dim lighting of the room Sam could see Dean's forehead glinting.
"Sam, I hate this."
"Stop acting like a child." Sam finally spoke up, now fully turning toward his brother. "We're here for a hunt, remember?"
Dean looked even more like a child now, pouting the way he was. That just made his lips seem more plump, and for a second Sam was distracted. But he was an adult who could separate his love life from his job, unlike Dean.
"Yeah but," Dean paused, glancing around. "I don't see shit here, and I'm hot."
"We've been here for not even ten minutes."
"Long enough for us to figure out if there's anythin' worth staying for." Dean muttered, wiping his hand over his forehead with a grimace. "Can't we just leave? Or get out of these fuckin' suits?"
"No. And there's ice over there anyways, just put it in your drink."
"That'll just water down my wine."
"Since when do you drink wine anyways?" Sam turned his focus back on the crowd they were observing. Or trying to observe, at least. Dean didn't seem to be doing much of that.
In fact, Dean didn't seem to be doing much of anything aside from shifting where he stood, complaining, and drinking wine. Which was odd, since he usually did really take their job seriously. And Dean? Drinking wine? That was still really weird to Sam.
"It's the only thing they've got to drink here."
"The only alcohol. They've got plenty of other options available."
"Whatever." Dean grumbled, once again shifting where he stood, moving from one leg to another, hand pulling on the sleeve of his jacket as his eyes shifted through the room-
Sam could've slapped himself in the fucking face. He was such an idiot. How could he not have noticed this before? This was Dean. His big brother. The one person he grew up with. He was supposed to know Dean. Know everything about him.
And yet he had missed how uncomfortable Dean was.
Of course he felt uncomfortable. The crowd they were amongst was filled with stuck-up assholes. People who just bought expensive things to impress each other, which was pathetic. No one in this room was real. It was all just silicone, jewelry and expensive clothes.
Facades. Rich facades. And Dean probably felt extremely out of place. Unlike Sam, who had been around crowds like this more often as a lawyer. He still didn't feel completely comfortable, obviously, but he could at least tune out their horrible talking and ignore the way everyone was trying to impress each other.
Dean wasn't able to do that, apparently.
"I think maybe we should approach this in a different way."
His big brother looked at him, finger hooked on his own collar. "Huh?"
Sam shrugged. "Since everyone is here, no one will be in the garage. Or in the rest of the office. Which means we can roam around practically freely."
Dean started grinning. "You wanna snoop around?"
"Yeah, I wanna snoop around." Sam nodded, smiling at his brother and putting down his glass of water. "And who knows? If we don't find anything I might just take off your suit."
"I'll hold you to that." Dean downed the rest of his wine before grabbing Sam by his wrist. "Let's go, Sammy."
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❣️ (Wincest in our Boy King Verse)
SEND ME ❣️ + A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU… [ VOL. 2 ]
feel free to elaborate as much as possible !
Who is the little spoon? Dean
Who sings in the shower? Dean rather off key
Who plays pranks on the other? Dean
Who is the one who listens to pop music? Sam even if he is the Boy King
Who brings the other a random cup of joe? Sam
Who picks the cheesy movies for date night? Sam
Who is more likely to feed the other in public? Dean though he only shares food with Sam
Who gives the other random little compliments? Dean
Who is always stealing food from the other’s plate? Dean he's a food stealer
Who is more likely to let the other borrow their car? I mean Dean would let Sam drive baby.
Who makes the list before they go grocery shopping? Sam you know if they did that.
Who makes sure the other takes their meds when sick? Dean he's a mother hen.
Who watches sports and has to teach the other the rules? Dean
Who pulls the other to their feet for a dance in the living room? Sam
Who has to keep reminding the other to hurry or they’ll be late? Sam Dean's horrid with time
Who is the one most likely to get a tattoo with the other’s name? Both
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Tag 10 People You Want to Know Better
siI was tagged by @hawkinshighdropout 🖤💕
relationship status: single.
favourite colour: purple or teal
favourite food: i do love buffalo chicken
song stuck in your head: Changing constantly. Right now it’s “Headlights” by Alok cause it was playing this morning.
last thing you googled: “how to change your instagram password”
time: 12:40PM
dream trip: i wanna go back to venice
last book you read: Darkness on the Edge of Town, probably
last book you enjoyed reading: above was good, but I also really enjoyed finally reading The Shining
last book you hated reading: It’s been a while since I hated something, so we’re gonna go with my favorite fallback which is The Grapes of Wrath. Get fucked, Steinbeck. 🥰
bonus!
favourite to cook/bake: i love a good quesadilla
favourite craft to do in your free time: fanfiction is a craft, fight me. I also like painting T-shirts.
most niche dislike: i’m enraged when people merge over solid white lines on the road. i also can’t stand the sound of people cracking their joints.
opinion on circus(es): i don’t think i’ve been to a circus since i was like 5? I like watching gymnastics and animals, but I’d rather go to a fair or a carnival with rides than be a spectator the whole time.
do you have a sense of direction: not...really. I’m either really good or really bad and there’s rarely an in between.
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Hi! I want to be added to the Tag List, please! My name is Alexandra, I’m over 18, and I want to be tagged in the following: CHARACTER READER INSERTS: none RPF READER INSERTS: none. PAIRINGS: samxdean, wincest GENFIC: fluff, angst,smut. I hope this all makes sense, I am only looking for wincest fics basically! Thank you!
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congratulations to Jensen on his critic’s choice award win for best actor in a horror series.
#jensenedit#spnedit#Jensen ackles#critics choice awards#lipglosskaz#JA*#2k#2021#congrats bb#well deserved
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Family don’t end with blood.
Supernatural 2005 - 2020
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[ao3 story link for “Reunion”]
[DW link for “Reunion”]
[Storyfinder link for “Reunion” LJ link]
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Fourth of July, 1996
in which repressed feelings come to the surface and years of pining come to a close... sort of.
inspired by the fireworks scene from dean's heaven in 5x16
sam x dean
- weecest, first kiss, fluff with a lil hint of angst for spice
words: 1334
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There’s a spark in Sammy’s eyes, and Dean’s not sure he’s ever seen anything quite like it. He’s happy. Really, truly happy, and God, it makes Dean’s chest ache. What he wouldn’t give to see Sam like this all the time. Is this what life would’ve been like had they been raised like real kids?
They weren’t, though. They weren’t raised like normal kids. Hell, there wasn’t a damn thing about their lives that came even close to normal. Whatever the fuck normal meant anyway.
Dean’s normal… well, he knows it’s sick, twisted. It’s no life to be raised into, but it isn’t just the monster hunting that makes him different. It’s the way his whole world revolves around his brother, the way he’d give anything to keep the kid safe. He’d give his life for Sam without so much as a moment’s hesitation.
It’s the way something in him—something he tries so goddamn hard to keep hidden, something so foul and so, so fucking wrong—twists when he sees Sammy light up.
It’s the way he loves his brother.
“Come on!” Dean’s pulled from his thoughts. “Let’s go!”
Dean smiles, but it’s weak. There’s a darkness behind it that he hopes, he fucking prays, Sam doesn’t pick up on. Dean’s happy, too. He’s happy seeing Sam happy, but he can’t seem to stay out of his own head.
“Got your lighter?” Sam’s holding a box of fireworks, looking back at his brother with this look on his face. It’s the best night of his life. He’s almost too distracted to notice the way Dean lags behind, just a little. He’s almost too excited to catch the sad look behind Dean’s eyes, like there’s something more he wants to say. Almost.
He doesn’t acknowledge it, though. He knows his big brother well, and if there’s one thing Dean doesn’t like to do, it’s talk about his feelings. It’s like Dean has a moment of clarity, like something passes across him and that smile on his face grows. He’s grinning, but not as wide as Sam.
“‘Course I do. Come on.” Dean grabs a box from the trunk of the Impala as well. He follows Sam farther into the field, and watches—maybe a little too closely—as the kid gets everything set up.
Sam notices this, too. Of course he does. He notices everything when it comes to Dean. He notices each and every girl in his revolving door, when redheads become blondes become brunettes. He notices every bottle Dean drinks, how the number grows the more time goes on. He notices the way Dean tries to bury himself in whatever he can—girls, work, and drinking seem to be the most popular—when the two of them get a little too close.
Too close. It’s an odd thing to think about for Sam. What’s too close for some brothers isn’t close enough for him and Dean. What’s too close for most brothers is their normal. And what’s too close for the Winchester boys? Well, there’s no set answer there. Not really. Not when Dean seems to push and pull, to want everything and nothing to do with Sam all at once.
But that’s not what tonight’s about.
Sam finishes setting up and when he walks back to his brother’s side, there’s a spring in his step like never before. His smile is almost bright enough to light up the night.
“Fire ‘em up!” Sam shouts, practically jumping up and down. And Dean obeys.
The first few go off, and the darkness of the night fades away in favor of all sorts of colors. Sam’s not sure where Dean managed to get these, or how he managed to afford them, but he doesn’t care. How can he care when he’s watching the sky light up with so much fucking wonder in his eyes? One after the other, popping and crackling and sizzling.
It’s quite the show, but Dean isn’t watching. There’s only one thing on his mind, and that’s Sam. Boom. Something inside him goes off, exploding in the night. Boom. He can’t look away. He can’t. He can’t stop thinking about Sam, about—
“Dad would never let us do anything like this!” Sam’s looking at Dean, now, and that light hasn’t left his eyes. “Thanks, Dean. This is great.” And they’re hugging.
Well, Sam’s hugging. Dean takes a second to catch up, but as soon as he does, his arms are tight around his brother. He closes his eyes, face pressed against soft brown hair, and takes the deepest breath he’s ever had to. He can’t let himself get carried away. It’s not normal, it’s not right to feel like this.
“Yeah,” he whispers, not even sure if Sam can hear it over the roaring fireworks. A little bit louder, he says, “you’re welcome, kid.”
The hug lingers, lasts a little too long before Dean starts to pull back. He can’t lose himself. Not yet. He can’t let his twisted feelings get in the way of what seems to be the best fucking night of Sam’s life. But Sam stops him. He’s got his fingers wrapped around Dean’s wrists, and he’s looking up at him like…
No. Dean can’t think like that. There isn’t a chance in hell Sammy feels the way he does. Sam’s good. He’s not like Dean. He’ll never be like Dean.
Sam doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t know what he wants to say, or what he could say. It feels like there’s so much hanging in the air between them. But he has a hunch; a gut feeling. He sees the way Dean looks at him when he thinks Sam isn’t paying attention, and he picks up on all the little tiny hints Dean doesn’t even know he drops. He has a gut feeling.
And that’s when it happens. That’s when all of Sam’s and Dean’s forever-repressed feelings come to the surface. That’s when years of pain and confusion and frustration and guilt are all worth it. That’s when the fireworks cease, but the sparks still fly.
That’s when they kiss.
Sam’s the one who initiates it, going against every goddamn stereotype the two fit into. But Dean reciprocates. God, does he reciprocate. The night is perfect. It’s a fucking dream.
It lasts too long, but not long enough. When they separate, this time, there’s something in Dean’s eyes that Sam’s never seen before. It’s like, for the first time in Dean’s life as a hunter, the weight of the world falls away from his shoulders. When they pull away, they both stand there a moment. Watching, waiting for the next move. What does this mean for them? Nothing’s ever going to be the same—they both know that.
Sam’s naïve, though. He thinks it’s going to be perfect from here on out. He’s already dreaming up scenarios, fantasizing about running away from their dad and this life and just… be.
But Dean knows how the world works. He’s older, he’s got more experience than Sammy. He knows there’s no hope for two brothers from a broken home. He knows the best way to keep Sam safe is to keep him at a distance. It won’t happen again. It can’t happen again. He loves his brother more than anything, and Dean knows that loving Sam means not letting Sam love him. Not like this.
He doesn’t mention it, though. Not tonight. Not when Sam’s so fucking happy. Not when everything is perfect and nothing is wrong.
Dean takes Sam’s hand in his, their eye contact never breaking. He’s happy, too. God, is he happy. There’s a silent agreement as he slips his lighter between his brother’s fingers, as he pulls away and nods. Sam smiles more, if that’s even possible, and he runs over to their stash.
“Fire in the hole!” he calls out, turns and runs back towards Dean. His heart is pounding, and he’s sure that if heaven really does exist, this is what it’s like.
#this is the lil thing i posted about last night#decided i have no patience so#here it is<3#wincest#weecest#samxdean#wincest fic#wincest ficlet#wincest oneshot#weecest fic#weecest ficlet#weecest oneshot#sam winchester#dean winchester#sam and dean's first kiss#fireworks scene#spn#supernatural
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Fic: Stop, Drop, and Roll
(Dean/Sam, E, 1k)
for salt-burn-porn
Sam shifts their weight and tips them sideways. Careful about it; Dean’s wounded but Sam’s pissy. He tumbles Dean under, brackets him with knees and elbows, keeps his weight off. He dives for Dean’s neck, and Dean puts up enough fight to make it look good. Sam latches on a tender spot and sucks, zero finesse. Dean groans. Arches off the bed and bangs their cocks together. Rolls his head aside and gives Sam room. Sam growls a laugh, gets in with his teeth and makes Dean hiss. He kisses all down Dean’s chest. Scalding. Bites a trail of future bruises, licks Dean’s nipples raw.
Dean combs and tugs Sam’s hair. Wedges a fist in his mouth to keep from hollering. Shivering, spit trail cools and goosebumps rage. Sam dips in his navel. Pins Dean’s hips while he marks up the creases. Dean quakes; dick jumps, leaks and smears against Sam’s chin. Kid’s got him so worked up, he ain’t gonna last a minute in Sam’s mouth. Sam licks up his underside, root to his crown, keeps going. Drags his tongue through Dean’s treasure trail, all the way up his sternum, in between his collarbones.
“Now,” Sam rumbles in his ear, “you can make it up to me.” He rolls off, leaves Dean hanging.
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15.17 | tears
#spnedit#samedit#deanedit#spncreatorsdaily#canonspngifs#samxdean#sam winchester#dean winchester#supernatural#unity#by kaz#sam and dean#graphics#500
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Ok but obviously when Sam and Dean are younger and hooking up, they hide it from John.
And Dean hasn't noticed, but Sam has.
Dad has been watching them almost warily recently. His eyes are glued to them at all times, brows furrowed when he sees them sitting close enough for their thighs to touch.
And Sam knows maybe he should go tell Dean. Tell him it might be time to stop, except he's 16. He's pissed at dad for the crappy hand they got dealt in life, and all his rebellion in the world just seems to get him crappy punishments and lecturers.
And this? This was quite literally the biggest fuck you Sam could give to him.
It's so stupid, and he knows if Dean knew he would be freaking the hell out, but he hasn't noticed and Sam's getting quite a kick out of the idea. Of showing dad that he's getting fucked by his big brother, and it's all his fault really, because he loves Dean far too much than he ought to, because of the fucked up way John dragged them up.
He links their fingers under diner tables, and Dean doesn't question it. Just grips his hand right back and continues his lunch with one hand, talking away while oblivious to the stare dad is directing at their arms as they disappear beneath the table.
They've always had some issues with personal space, but Sam really tries to up his game. He's practically sitting on Dean's lap on Bobby's couch, and when he leans across Dean's thighs to reach his book on the floor, dad straight up leaves the room. Sam smirks, and Dean is too focused on whatever is playing on the TV to notice the events that just transpired.
He keeps it up for weeks. He stumbles into Dean a few too many times to be natural, and his brother grips his waist to steady him. He wipes food from his face, and asks to try some of his pie even if he really has no interest in the stuff, because dads face is a fucking picture when Dean lifts a spoon to his mouth, and he really makes sure to groan and lick up the cream. It even has Dean squirming in his seat, and Sam's fairly certain dad picked up on that too.
It all comes to a head soon enough, and honestly? This time, Sam wasn't planning it.
He was riding Dean's lap like his life depended on it, his big brother burying his face in his neck while Sam grips at his shoulders. He doesn't hear the impala pull up, but he sees the door open.
He sees John staring through the crack, and his expression is one of pure shock, far more grim than Sam had seen him wear on any hunt.
And Sam just grabs on tighter, staring John in the eye as he moans Dean's name and slams back down onto his brothers cock.
"God, Sammy. So fucking amazing baby."
The door shuts silently, and when John returns a few hours later reaking of whiskey, Dean is asleep, all the evidence is gone, and Sam is pretending to be asleep.
Sam can't help but feel a sick sense of satisfaction.
#idk what this is#sam winchester#dean winchester#supernatural#spn#sam and dean#wincest#weecest#john winchester#daddycest#??#sorta#yea#sam/dean#samxdean#weecest smut#wincest smut#mywriting
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"Maybe two dead things can’t tell that they’re dead when they’re together."
Undead Verse by hathfrozen
Sam/Dean
AU - Canon Divergent
Codependency - Horror
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We've come a long way from where we began
Oh, I'll tell you all about it when I see you again
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A Lesson Learned
Summary: Sam comes without his permission so Dean sends him to school with a buttplug in him and cockring on as punishment.
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As the last bell rang, Sam nearly cried in relief, stumbling to the school exit as fast as his body would allow. The toy inside and on him were doing their purposes, successfully having Sam walk stiffly all day. Sam tried to carefully maneuver through the day so the plug didn't move too much but when it did he would twitch and bit his lips to hold in a sound so his peers couldn't hear him. Sam was, at the very least, thankful that he was wearing Dean's Led Zeppelin shirt, which was still long enough to cover his crotch or else the wet spot through his panties could have been easily seen on the front of his jeans.
He couldn't focus in class at all and he was so hard it hurt. Sam had tried to stroke himself in the bathroom during lunch to no prevail with the cockring securely in place, making sure he couldn't get any relief.
Dean watched Sam make his way to the impala and harden in his pants at the boy's bloodshot eyes and puffy lips. Sam looked absolutely wrecked and Dean marveled in it, knowing it was all because of him. He gripped himself as his little brother climbed into the passenger seat.
"What's wrong little brother, had a rough day at school?" Dean asks, feigning false naivety but his knowing smirk gives him away as he starts the car engine. Sam pleads with his wet eyes and whines, "Dean, please. I-I can't take this anymore, I'm gonna die if I don't come p-please."
Dean looked at him expectedly and settled his hand on Sam's thigh, making him whine again. "You know what I want to hear Sam." When his little brother stares back with bewilderment, not having the slightest clue to what Dean wanted from him in this state, Dean just sighs, narrowing his eyes. "I'm waiting Sammy."
Sam's scattered brain manages to catch up, figures out what Dean was waiting for. His apology. He immediately reaches over and clings to his big brother's side, resting his head on his crotch. Dean was just as hard as him. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for coming without your permission De. I won't do it again I swear. Just please, I need you, need you to get me off big brother please I'll do anything." Sam pleads and Dean smirks.
"All you had to do was ask sweetheart, I'll take care of you." Dean purrs and pets Sam's hair for the rest of the way home.
When they're finally back in the motel room, Dean wastes no time. He bends Sam over the kitchen table and yanks Sam's jeans and panties down in one loop. He pulls the shirt up Sam's back and takes a moment to admire the view.
Dean plays with the buttplug, sliding it in and out of Sam's loose hole, as Sam whines and thrashes his hips towards Dean. However, Dean wasn't too keen on that and grips his brother's lithe waist tightly with his free hand.
"Good boys stay still. You're a good boy, right Sammy?" Deans asks, giving him a teasing slap to his ass. Sam feels dizzy as he nods, breathing hard. "That's right, you're my good little boy aren't you sweetheart?" Dean angles the plug to brush right against the boy's prostate causing him to cry out, precum dripping to the floor. Dean continues teasing his brother's stretched hole until Sam was sobbing and twitching under him. Dean figures he tortured the boy enough and slaps his ass again for good measure, earning him a yelp.
"It's okay Sammy, I got you. Gonna make you feel good now." Dean says and wastes no time as he unbuttons his own jeans and lines his cock head up with his brother's hole.
Dean pushes in, Sam keens and cries out, gripping the table edges like vice. The table shaking under his body, Dean's not slow or patient. Just starts slamming into his little brother at an unrelenting pace that has Sam's eyes rolling to the back of his head. He can't help the loud noises coming from his mouth, so completely lost in the pleasure of being finally filled.
"Fuck Sam, a plug in you all day and you're still so fucking tight. Guess what you really needed was this, to get dicked down by your big brother like the little cockslut you are, huh?" Dean asks, not stopping his punishing momentum for a second.
"Deeaann, p-please.. Need to come," Sam sobs. His cock straining in the cinch of the ring. If he didn't get to come soon he was almost positive he was gonna die. He sniffles against the table searching for some kind of release, but comes up short.
Luckily, Dean takes mercy on him, moves one hand from Sam's hips to his hair and gently strokes it in heavy contrast to the hard way he was fucking Sam.
"Don't worry baby, I'm gonna give you what you need." Dean's voice rough against Sam's ear as he says, "A cockslut like yourself likes to come one way and that's from my dick inside you, isn't right?" He smacks Sam's ass for good measure, met with moan from the younger boy.
"Y-yess you're right, God, I love it, love it so much," Sam manages to say, bending his head down low and arching his back in complete submission for his big brother.
"I know I'm right Sammy, your slutty little hole squeezing me so hard, trying to milk my cock for all its worth. Fuck, Sammy you have no idea what you do to me." Dean groans as he fastens his pace. Sam's dizzy with arousal as Dean hits his prostate head on over and over. But he knows what Dean wants to hear and he's fully prepared to give him it and everything else.
"Dean, please please lemme come on your cock please I need it big brother so fucking bad pleasee," Sam pleaded, all his dignity gone at this point. But it's worth it when Dean smiles as he kissed his neck, hand moving down towards Sam's trapped cock.
"Okay sweetheart, I forgive you." Dean says, completely convinced, and slides the cockring off his Sammy's throbbing cock. "Go on, Sammy come on my cock. I know it’s what you need." It only takes another thrust before Sam was practically wailing as he finally came. His vision blurry and all he could hear was white noise while coming the hardest he ever had before, ropes of cum making a small puddle under the table. Dean groaned but didn't stop his thrusts, only going harder to chase his own release. Sam was numb under him, only being held up by his strong hands on his thin waist and his willing body happily kept sucking Dean in.
Sam's orgasm seems to last forever and when his senses slowly return, Dean turn him around, making them face each other. Immediately, Sam wraps his legs around his waist, rolling his hips with every thrust. They’re staring at each other’s eyes while panting. Their lips are almost touching like this and Sam can’t help pulling his brother close and smashed their lips together. Dean’s mouth was hot as his cock fucked Sam’s thoroughly. Dean’s close, Sam can feel the thick member twitch inside him. He breaks the kiss, breathing Dean’s scent in. “Come on De, come inside me.” Sam whispers and he hears Dean groaned deeply as he did just that, making Sam feel warm and full sated. Dean leans down and kisses Sam's neck. "You're such a good boy Sammy. You learned your lesson right?"
Sam hums in response, feeling so blissed out after finally getting to come after such a troublesome day at school. "I did, I'll never come without your permission again De, I promise." Sam says as he turns to Dean, feeling suddenly tired.
"Correction Doll-face." Dean starts and he's brushing Sam's long brown locks to the side. Sam twitches when he unexpectedly rolls his hips, still balls deep in his little brother. "You're only allowed to come without my permission when you're fucking my cock. Since we both know you like it best anyway." Dean finishes and Sam nods, voice too wrecked to form anymore words. Dean seems to understand because he dips his head down again and gives Sam another kiss, this time on his lips.
"Come on, let’s get you into a bath, you deserve it."
#my stupid writing#a fic i finally finished lol#pure smut bc im insane lmao#wincest#weecest#samdean#sam x dean#dean x sam#samxdean#wincest fic#weecest fic#no beta we die like men
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