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Soooo much to tell, but I’ll try condense lol

My neighborhood is a combination of Buffy & SPN Sims. I built the Winchesters house from scratch, and it’s got this backstory. It’s decorated in a very heavy 1970’s theme, the idea being that they bought someone’s old house pre-decorated, and it’s both very Winchesters and very anti-Winchesters depending on what room you’re in. 

I did, of course, make Sam and Dean to live in it, and sadly I did not make them brothers as I had it on good authority siblings can’t have romantic interactions (although I get flirt options with Buffy for Dawn all the time so idk). I didn’t even make them separate bedrooms because I had PLANS :D I set up a motel room divider and gave them separate beds in the beginning. I also made Castiel and Meg to round out the house.

Dean is a foodie who’s working on becoming a Master Chef and ripped like a motherfucker because I gave him the active trait to offset being a foodie. Sam is a genius Tech Guru who started out programming but now plays video games for a living. Meg is evil (in the game), enjoys implying people’s mother’s are llamas, and is working on becoming a bartender. Castiel does not work. He stays home and paints paintings and occasionally cries over them. The second painting Castiel ever did (his first “realism” painting), looked like this (center):

And I stared at the screen for a really long fucking time and wondered if the game KNEW what I was doing. Then I framed it and hung it on the wall in their house (note the Winchester-esque 1970’s wallpaper).

Dean and Sam fell in love quickly, started fucking, began sharing a bed and soon after got engaged. They couldn’t wait and didn’t want a real wedding anyway, so they got married in the kitchen (which is a very important place to Dean) while Meg was making bar drinks in her underwear in the next room, and then celebrated by fucking in the hot tub. Twice.

Meet Dean Winchester, male modeling motherfucker:

Most people in the neighborhood like Dean, though he and Meg did NOT get along at all in the beginning. He’s pretty charming and funny. EVERYONE loves Sam. Like absolutely EVERYONE. Even Meg loves him, and he’s got the “good” trait, while she has “evil”--which usually results in mortal enemies. One time I played a different house for a while (life goes on at your other Sims’ homes when you’re away), and when I came back, he was best friends with and had given a house key to one of the local celebrities (my fave celebrity in the game, to boot). He’s best friends with her and Buffy.

Meg and Cas did not hit it off the bat right away. For a while I thought they were going to fuck out of spite. They finally got it together, though. They remain unengaged as Castiel pursues his painting career and leads the quiet artist life, mostly lost in his own world. Seriously, I have to MAKE him go to the bathroom and shower and actually SLEEP instead of making coffee or taking a nap. He requires so much looking after. Castiel is becoming famous from selling his paintings and has begun to develop celebrity quirks. Right now he has a “refined palette” which means the quality of his meals must be “excellent” or else he gets very upset and suffers adverse physical effects--good thing he lives with an almost Master Chef.

Here’s Castiel with one of his masterpieces:

I shit you not. The quality of this painting was actually MASTERPIECE.

Also? Castiel won the fucking in game LOTTERY and made a million dollars.You know, the only one who ALREADY didn’t have a job.

They are ALL a bunch of fucking alcoholics. No lie. They get the slightest bit inspired and they’re running to the bar to make drink after drink after drink, and I can’t count the times I’ve had to REMOVE THE FUCKING BARS from the HOUSE because they would. NOT. STOP. That shit costs money, and they were pinging for $30 to $125 a drink. Basically, one of them will make a million drinks, the rest will wander in, grab one, and proceed to get drunk. One time they did all of this in Sam and Dean’s bedroom, and they were all sitting on or standing next to the bed getting drunk in various states of undress and flirting, and I swear to god it looked like the beginning of a porno. I was worried.

If I didn’t watch these people’s every move they’d all end up drunk, face down passed out on the floor in a puddle of their own piss.

Occasionally the game prompts me to have Sam and Dean try for a baby, and I’m like.. .. .. That’s not how this works. They DO have a big Bernese Mountain Dog which Dean named “Grace” after Grace Slick. I am thinking about adopting for them, but I have my hands so full with the four of them I’m not sure it’ll be soon lol I love them all dearly though, they’re definitely my fave house to play. I have tons of other stories (like Meg pissing off the gnomes on the equivalent of Thanksgiving and they rained down god-like wrath on the house), but that’s the basics.

I leave you with this:

#okay but would those short shorts contain sam #that is the question

saintedsam reblogged your photo “I was thinking it would be fun to make edits of Sam and Dean in some of the couples costumes Dean suggested, so I...” and added

#sorry but those tiny shorts could not contain sam's #ahem #assets in the crotch region 

dean produces those costumes and badgers and badgers sam about them and in a fit of misguided generosity and self-denial sam finally gives in and retreats to the motel room bathroom to put his on (why are they doing this in the middle of a case? idk. maybe they have to go to some kind of slutty halloween party to scope out something dodgy)

but then there’s an unexpectedly long silence and dean’s in his lil green overalls like “come on sammy” and then a strangled voice from the bathroom like “we’re going to have to find something else, dean, this doesn’t fit”

dean like “come on sasquatch i know they’re short but that’s the point”

door opens a crack and sam’s face peeks out, scowling. hisses, “no, dean. it doesn’t fit.”

dean “...”

sam: “i can’t fit into them.”

dean: “...” 

sam: “i can’t fit into them.”

dean gets the hint, turns pink but is then immediately outraged. “oh come on sammy don’t be ridiculous.” barges the door open. sam squeaks in shock.

Presenting my art for the first-ever @spneldritchbang ! I got to paint an actual Eldritch monstrosity for Too Late To Pray, a spooky Gen case fic by @caffeinechesters. Sam and Dean have faced off with some horrifying things, but they’ve never met one like this before... 

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A/N: Yesterday, @caffeinechesters​ challenged me to write an alternate ending for a fic. I chose Fifty-fifty, and this is Part One of that effort.

“What are you asking for?”

“Nothin.”

Bullshit squint.

“I’m offerin.” Stand up. “Brood on it awhile, figure out what you want.” Slip slow; hand falls to the bedspread. “We been a in shitstorm lately and it’s no time to be makin life choices.”

Almost a chuckle. “Aren’t we always in a shitstorm?”

Head for—

“What.” Voice break. “What are you offering.”

Slump. “My life, Sam.” Head shake. “S’like always.”

Bedsprings creak and Sam looms up behind. Fingers brand through zipper teeth. “What about this?” Get tight under his palm. “Why now?”

“Because?” Because, “Because,” because, “why not?” Reassuring pissy huff parts neck hair. Breathe into him. “M’tired, man.” Grunt. “Burnin gas, circlin this thing.” Sandwiched: Sam’s hips, Sam’s hand. Rock heavy against him once, oh, fuck. Hard sidestep. “You don’t, have to do this, dude, not now. I know that skank—”

“Please don’t.”

Nod.

Big palm, sharp-corner belt buckle, “I’m done waiting.” Sam shoves the door shut.

+++To be continued+++

Cross-posted to spnapo Prompt: Forty questions for fic writers