Weecest my babies

BLUE EARTH

A sequel to COLD SPOT and LOVE FROZEN OVER

Sam/Dean, circa 1998

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Summary: After the events of Cold Spot, what Dean wants doesn’t always align with what Sam needs.

the kind of dirty 

rating: explicit

word count: 6905

warnings: graphic depictions of violence, pseudo-incest, canonical character death

summary: Jack is now human, experiencing all the difficulties with it, and he's struggling. Sam asks him to go on a case with him, and they head for the Santa Fe forest in New Mexico. It sounds straightforward enough, and could be a good distraction. However, when Sam gets gravely injured, it's up to Jack to save his life and get them out of danger.

art below the cut!!

when you pass your exam so you lowkey have to draw sam deepthroating the colt as a celebration#relatable

same dean same..

Dean still scoops Sam up without effort, slinging him over his shoulder whenever Sam’s whining or lagging behind

Dean thinks Sam’s head feels so small in his palm when he pats him to calm him down or to annoy

When they walk side by side, Sam has to take two or three steps to keep up with one of Dean’s strides

Sam fit perfectly under Dean’s chin, and Dean would rest his head there without even thinking about it

Sam always feels safer when he can hide behind Dean

When Dean laces up Sam’s sneakers, Sam’s feet look tiny next to Dean’s worn-out boots

Dean rolls up Sam’s cuffs for him so he doesn’t trip

Dean’s hands are rough and calloused, Sam’s are tiny and soft

Sam has to tilt his head all the way back to look up at Dean, and Dean secretly loves that view

Dean’s chest works like a pillow for Sam in the backseat of the Impala

When Sam sits on Dean’s lap, his whole body fits easily, legs dangling way past Dean’s knees

Sam would step on Dean’s boots while they were standing still, just to feel taller for a moment

samdean lazily making out on the couch in some shitty motel while their dad’s away.

it's dark and quiet, save for the TV playing cartoons and the air conditioner whirring and buzzing when it clicks on. cool breeze sweeps in from outside thanks to the damaged window frame, but they’re so warm; blankets strewn over the couch, over top of dean’s back, and sam, of course, has dean to blanket him.

they breathe each other’s air, giggling and nipping playfully at each other’s lips, dean occasionally tackling sam just to deepen his kisses. their legs tangling together, their arms draped around each other. dean's hands snaking their way under sam's sweater, sam's hands raking through dean's hair, both secretly memorizing every inch and curve of the other's body.

and its so rough and good and sam can feel dean everywhere, inside, knows dean will never let him fall, has known this since he woke up from his first nightmare and crawled into his big brother's bed instead of his father's.

dean bites at his lower lip and grabs sams ass, grinds them together and sam is close. so close, and so out of it that the word just slips out.

"daddy," gasped and wretched and shameful as his body is wrought with spasms. a single word and dean cums immediately, fucking them both through it brutally, so that sam lets out a pained sob when dean presses him back against the matress. sam doesn't say it again though, mouth almost screwed shut as dean fucks him and twists his nipples and bruises his thighs, as tears slide down his face.