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Tags: Seizures, Sam Winchester's Visions, Post-Pilot, Episode: Wendigo, Grieving Sam, Internalized Ableism, Ableism borne from ignorance, A bit of internal religious conflict, Dean Tries (he really really does), Open/Ambiguous Ending

Relationship Tags: Dean & Sam, SamJess

Summary: Sam gets seizures, but not the kind that other people get. His come with visions of death. And after Jess burns on the ceiling, he realizes they come true.

With only Dean to turn to for support now, Sam has to choose between hunting down the thing that took his only love away and admitting that some road trips aren't possible anymore.

A disastrous hunt in the woods makes that choice for him.

Summary:  Dean always believed losing one football game cost him everything. Given one chance to relive the week that changed his life, he discovers he may have been keeping score all wrong.

Summary: Dean burns from being out in the garden for a little too long while Castiel simply tans.

Warnings: none

Word count: 581

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⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 SPN summer, prompt #25

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"Dude! How are you not peeling?" Dean scoffed, pointing between Castiel and Sam, one of which had come back from their morning jog. 

"It’s to do with skin pigments." Sam shrugged, taking out his earbuds and tucking his iPod into his shorts. "And using better sunscreen. SPF fifty, Dean." 

Dean rolled his eyes, waving off his brother as he went inside, his weight creaking on the mini stairwell leading to the entrance. He moved his eyes to Castiel again. "It’s unfair, Cas. I mean, look at you! Farmer’s tan." 

The angel wasn’t necessarily paying attention, too busy pushing his straw hat to sit right while he tended to his flowers. "Mhm. Life is unfair, you of all people know that." 

"Yeah but I’m peeling, Cas. It’s like I’m a reptile or a vegetable." He began picking at the loose skin by his shoulder. 

"You might burn first and then tan." Castiel shrugged, weeding the last of his flowerbeds. "Go put something on it, the spray bottle to help after sun exposure." 

"Aftersun. It’s called aftersun, buddy." 

"Yes, so go get it. Or more sunscreen because you did say you would water the grass." 

"Huh, I did say that." He sighed, leaning over to peck Castiel on the lips before heading inside for the higher SPF sunscreen. "Hey, Sam, where is the SPF fifty?" 

"Where it always is." Sam deadpanned, hunched over his laptop on the coffee table.

"Very funny, smartass." 

"What? It’s under the sink, where it always is." 

The older Winchester acquiesced when he noticed the cupboard ajar, the colourful label facing them head-on. "Right. Thanks." He stalked over to it, huffing when he saw it wasn’t an aerosol one. "Seriously, Sammy? These ones make your hands greasy." 

"Go buy your own sunscreen if you're fussed, you certainly don’t have to use mine." 

"I won’t next time." 

Sam rolled his eyes, turning his focus to his laptop and the book open beside him. "Yeah right, I’ll join you and Cas out there later." 

"Cas? Can you rub my sunscreen in for me?" 

Castiel looked up from where he was unravelling the hose, laying it down. "Of course, Dean." The seraph held his palm face up for the bottle and opened the cap to pour some in his hands.

Dean dropped his shoulders, jolting whenever Cas accidentally caught the loose skin where he was peeling. He scruffed up Castiel’s hair when the angel knelt down to be level with his knees and kissed the side of his thigh. 

"Don’t forget about the grass, Dean." He stood up, strolling over to his other plants that excluded the flowers. 

With a speechless expression, Dean took the hose from where it was left in the grass and eventually muttered. "Tease."

The hose sputtered prior to washing the grass down, Dean aiming it at his partner momentarily and earning a yelp from him. "Dean, you are meant to target the grass, not me." 

"Yep, sorry angel." 

"You are not sorry, Dean." 

"Mm… not really." He gave a soft laugh, spraying the last of the grass and tip-toeing up to Castiel to wrap his arms around the seraph’s waist. "Probably means you should take off your t-shirt." 

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2.5k, Ruby/Sam, Explicit, Non-consensual, Drugging, Erectile Dysfunction, Wheelchair User Sam

For the dozenth time since they started to work together, Ruby drew closer, with a decidedly hungry look in her eyes. She didn’t need to say a word. Sam already knew what she wanted.

“Don’t,” he stammered. “I can’t.”

“Sam, you’re not alone.” Ruby leaned down until her lips met his. For a moment, all reservations left Sam’s mind. Ruby’s mouth was warm, sweet, and soft, and Sam couldn’t remember the last time he was this close to anyone. All he wanted was to pull her even nearer, until their entire bodies were aligned.

Then Sam felt his cock coming back to life, and he remembered exactly why he never would.

He pushed Ruby away, so hard that she stumbled back. “You don’t get it, Ruby. I can’t.”

For just a moment, Ruby stared at him with sheer venom. She blinked it away and put on a look of sympathy. “What’s wrong?"

“What’s wrong? Where do I start?” Sam shook his head in frustration, and then, for lack of any other way to explain it, gestured down to his lap. That was the problem. All of it. His legs, his wheelchair, and of course, his penis. It all went wrong the day he was born. Now, the only thing he’d ever wanted was right in front of him, and there was no way he could possibly have it.

Ruby stepped back towards him. She cupped his chin in one hand and stroked his cheek with the other. “Oh, sweetheart. That’s all it is?” Her gaze was so pitying, so genuinely, unapologetically kind, that Sam could almost forget she was a demon. “You should have told me. I can fix that in a heartbeat.” 

Ruby reached down to her ankle and drew out her knife. “Just one taste of me,” she said, “and little Sammy will perform like never before.” 

She slammed the door shut, holding her body weight against it to try to prevent the monster from getting in, sweat beading across her brow.

"Why didn't you ask for help any fucking earlier?" She hissed at her friend, who cowered behind the couch.

"I didn't want you to be mad at me..."

Summary: You and the Winchesters have been through some strange times together, but none exactly like the one at hand.

WC: 890 Pairing: Dean Winchester x gender neutral!reader

Warnings: language, witches, Dean being cute... I think that's it.

A/N: This is my weekly entry for @flashfictionfridayofficial I have been missing Dean, so I decided to dip my toe in while I wait for the poll to finish! I felt so rusty lol but it was nice to dust him off.💓

“Does anybody else feel like that was resolved a bit too easily?” Sam asks as he climbs in the back seat. He looks almost comical in the small space, all knees and elbows. 

“Hey man, don’t look a free evening in the mouth.” Dean huffs, sliding behind the steering wheel.

“Dean that’s not-” Sam starts, only to be cut off by Baby’s rumble as Dean turns the key. He cranks up the radio, obviously in a decent mood despite not having slept for the past forty eight hours.

“You comin’?” He asks, patting the seat beside him. “Or you just gonna stand there lookin’ pretty?”