indie, private, selective SAM & DEAN WINCHESTER from the CW’s Supernatural established 2014 reimagined by dorie kripke era (s1-5) preferred.

season 2 was just... top tier fucking pretty for dean wasn't it?

Sam checked him over, and while seeing bruises and scrapes wasn't an unfamiliar sight, and he knew Arthur could heal himself faster than normal, Sam still tilted his head sideways and pointed towards the infirmary. "Humor me and grab the first aid kit anyway, huh?"

don't do it...

"does that mean you already used my toothbrush?" he asks, teasing as he slides up beside and around her to wrap jess in his arms and grant her requested kiss. he knows for sure she didn't bring her toothbrush over this time, because she always forgets, but also won't let him kiss her until she's brushed her teeth that morning, so he's only using logic here. "you know you could just buy a second toothbrush to leave here."

"again?" the surprise is evident in his tone and as sam slides his shirt onto his shoulders and starts to button it up, he looks over his shoulder and gives max a grin. he's never one to boast, but even he has to admit their chemistry was off the charts, and he certainly wouldn't mind meeting up with her again like this if they're both in the position to do so. "i can give you my number? i would love to see you again, if you want..."

dean doesn't sleep in much, but when he does he never expects to see someone walking into the room (that's NOT his brother) holding a steaming mug of coffee in each hand and donning his flannel that's only held together by one button. the hem flirts around her thighs and his eyes are drawn to so many places at once that he's almost convinced he's got to be dreaming. he sits up against the headboard and stretches, rubbing over his eyes with the back of one hand. "coffee? sweet. thanks." mug is taken and he slurps a sip, letting the caffeine start to infiltrate his system. "you sleep good?"

MY Winchesters curse a LOT. like constantly. especially dean. do not let this be a surprise to you.

"Cold medicine? Seriously? Dude the last time I saw you take cold medicine dad was pinning you to the floor and holding your nose shut so you'd open your mouth and he could jam it in there. You're taking the shit voluntarily now?"

"cause if so, put your eyes back on the road. you crash my Baby and kill me, i'll fuckin' haunt you for the rest of eternity, little brother."

" well there's sure as shit nothin' out there that makes me more valuable, is there? so what does it matter? not a whole lotta people got the balls to do the shit we do sammy, the least i can do is my fuckin' job, no matter what worth i may or may not have."