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i like bald men now

This is so real, idk how it happened, I saw a bald man one day and was like mmmm.

a version of little sammy exists in my head as one of those cursed kids. sleepwalking barefoot miles deep into the forest at two am. one second deadly silent and staring straight through dean and john, the next screaming his fucking head off at them, john tells dean to hold him down. and sometimes dean calms him but most of the time he pretends he likes being a little put off because in the end, only dean can settle him. lets sam squirm under him, in his lap. when dad’s not around, dean hooks his fingers in sam’s mouth and tells him to bite as hard as he can. calls him a moody fucking bitch later so it’s not so weird. they both hate each other/attach to the other all the more for it.

my ideal samdeanjohn dynamic is sam being the center of dean and john’s attention, and it just becomes worse as sam grows older. all spit and vinegar and long limbs that he doesn’t quite know how to use yet, like a newborn foal. they’re both so sickeningly in love with him, and it’s more than the normal, familial amount of love, both stealing hungry glances at him when they think the other isn’t looking, sometimes catching each others eyes. it’s overwhelming, maddening, and they both know it, because when dean crawls into john’s bed after sam’s fallen asleep, already sporting a stiffy, and asks to bum a cigarette, they confess under the low light of the street lamp filtering in through the curtains; what they’d do if they had the chance. john’s more reserved, hesitant, but dean goes all out, something wild simmering just underneath his skin. whispered confessions spilling out to his father in the hell dark as john presses his chapped lips to dean’s temple, his neck, his lips. sucks the guilty admission’s from his son’s mouth, a running funnel between them, condemned.

Sam and Dean drunkenly making out because they're flat out bored. Nothing else to do in the gutter slum motel their dad dropped them off in, 4 cans of spaghettios is the most interesting thing they've had to eat the past 3 days. Dad never even notices how much is left in the bottle, he forgets and thinks he drank it anyway. They won't even be there long enough to be called weird for it, so why not. They're bored and it feels good.