brotherhood. ♥︎

Sam got goosebumps all over his body when he felt the scratch of John’s stubble against his neck, followed by his lips, and then his tongue. Sam squirmed, trying to move away. As he turned his head, he saw a silhouette coming closer to the motel room. It was Dean, back from the bar.

“Dad, please go,” Sam whispered.

John didn’t listen. He inhaled Sam’s scent, his hands groping Sam’s hips as he ground his crotch against Sam’s ass. John hummed low in his throat. “Mmm…”

John’s hand moved downward. Sam jerked. “Stop… please…”

Sam grabbed John’s huge hand with his own wet, dish-soap-covered one, trying to stop it from reaching his privates. But John didn’t stop, he kissed Sam’s neck again. Despite himself, Sam let out a small moan.

He heard the door click. Sam braced himself for the worst. But when he opened his eyes, John was sitting at the kitchen table, casually opening a beer. Dean grinned.

“Yo, Sammy.”

Sam swallowed. “Hey, Dean.”

“A Man of Letters”, from my not-so-sneaky alternative account. ;)

Lucifer Sam - (2025)

Dean’s wide, calloused palm cracking across Sam’s soft cheek, making his head snap to the side.

John knows Sam is Dean’s wife now, his property. Sam belongs to Dean completely, body and soul, but John is still the father. He bred that boy into the world with his own cock, and that truth makes him so hard.

He has every right to pin his son down and bury himself inside that tight, perfect hole, reminding Sam exactly who made him.