#implied bottom!sam

This is a Wincest song. Definitely.

I imagine Dean pining over his little brother since they were just fucking kids. He never dared to act on it. Then Sammy grew up. He left. Ran away from him and John. He regretted not telling Sam anything but at the same time, he was glad. Happy for his brother, he can finally get that normal life.

Then the fire happened. Sam lost Jess. But Dean got him back. Just them on the road. Trying to find dad.

Years pass by. Dads gone. They lose many many friends along the way. But finally.. 2013.

Sam took on the trials. And they’re in that church.

‘Dont you DARE think that there is anything, past or present, that I would put in front of you! It has NEVER been like that!’

They’re both on the verge of tears. Sam could tell Dean meant every word. And he knew what he meant.

Deans always seem himself as unholy. Especially once he came out of hell. Just some killer. But Sam was his.. angel, ironically enough. Despite him being Satan’s true vessel, having been addicted to demon blood, and just.. the more freak of the two.

But Dean never saw him like that. Sam was perfect. Everything. He couldn’t let him go. He couldn’t let it all go..

The look they gave each other.. they both knew. Before they knew it, the moment, their moment was ruined..

Fast forward a few years. Satan knocks up some secretary and has a child. Which they raise as their own. Kind of.

They saved the world. Chucks powerless and Jacks the new god. They’re.. free. Able to write their own story.

“Do you think he planned this?” Dean hears Sam whisper. He looks down at his little brother, whom he was holding in his arms. His forehead still glistening with sweat, hair still messy from the tugging. “Planned what, Sammy?” He whispers.

”Y’know.. us..” Dean can feel Sam clenching his fist over his chest. “This..”

Dean gently runs his fingers through Sams hair, grinning softly. “Maybe.. maybe he didn’t.. but if he did.. it’s about the best damn thing he could’ve done.. like you said yourself Sammy.. we’re real.”

Sam grins softly as he looks up at Dean. “I love you, jerk,” he whispers.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester Additional Tags: Non-explicit sex between the brothers, Wincest - Freeform, Se14xEp10 Nihilism, Contains episode spoilers Summary:

“Don’t move.” Dean murmured as he brought the blade down his heart pounding in his chest at the absolute trust shining in Sam’s eyes.

“I trust you. I know you won’t cut me.” Sam whispered as he squeezed Dean’s hand once before letting it go. 

The admission filled Dean with such warmth the kind of warmth that he felt only from Sam like he was home and that is what Sam was home wherever Sam was he was home. 

“Once this grief beard is gone and I don’t have to worry about it staring at me while I try to sleep or beard burn as you put that pretty mouth of yours to work I will show you how happy I am to be back with you.” Dean grinned at the heat and lust that flashed in Sam’s eyes. 

“And make sure that everyone knows that while I am their chief I am your Sammy.” Sam teased going as far to lick his lower lip under hooded eyes. 

It took everything within Dean not to bend Sam over, beard be damn and sink into his baby boy and make up for weeks of lack of going without Sam’s touches, kisses and the feel of Sam underneath him or above him as he rode him. “Don’t tease me boy or I will make sure that you can’t sit for a week,” Dean growled under his breath. 

A mischievous smile appeared on Sam’s face. “But I thought you already planned on doing that?” 

Dean couldn’t deny it he needed Sam he needed his anchor to remind him that he was really here that this wasn’t another trick of Michael’s. 

“I never wanted you to experience this,” Sam whispered as Dean gentle moved the razor across his skin. 

“Experience what?” Dean asked as he carefully removed the reminder that Sam had been grieving over him. 

“What it is like to have another control your body. To be helpless to watch as people you were love were harmed or in danger. To feel like you were drowning with now rescue or help in sight.” Sam whispered. “I’m sorry Dean.” 

Dean didn’t need to ask what Sam was sorry about there was no one who knew Sam better than him. Placing the razor down Dean cupped Sam’s cheeks he didn’t care he was getting shaving foam on his fingers. “Hey, you have nothing to be sorry about. I never regretted saving you. I said yes to save you and I would do it again in a heartbeat. I know what it is like to live without you Sam and I wasn’t living and there was no way that I was leaving you or Jack in the hands of the monster who nearly took you away from me a third time. So stop blaming yourself. Okay?” 

Tears shone in Sam’s eyes but didn’t fall. “Okay.” 

“Now let me finish shaving you so I can finally kiss you because that kiss in the Impala wasn’t enough,” Dean whispered. 

Sam handed Dean the razor, “Like I said before there is no one I trust but you to do this.” 

Dean rested his forehead against Sam’s. “And I will never do anything to destroy that trust. Now say goodbye to the beard of grief and let’s make sure it is the last time you ever need something like that.” 

Sam wanted to promise that but they both knew he couldn’t not in the life they lived.

‘I wish I could.’ Sam said silently.

AO3 Link 

Rating: Explicit 

Ships: Sastiel, established Sam/Jimmy, established Destiel 

Fic tags: open relationships, accidental partner swapping, biting, marking, hijinks & shenanigans, Cas & Jimmy are little shits, bottom!Cas, bossy!Cas, implied switching, implied bottom!Sam, Castiel & Jimmy Novak are twins, roleplay, implied drug use, AU. 

Word Count: 1,522

Part 1 of Trading Places

Summary: Sam comes home from work horny. The rest is self-explanatory. (Or, the one where Cas and Jimmy trade places but don't tell their boys. Shenanigans ensue).

Note: Written for @kinktober2017 day 8: roleplay.

Here's the post that started this mess. 

Apologies to @hazeldomain for blatantly using some of her lines. They were too good to ignore. This probably isn't quite what you had in mind but I hope it's not too terrible.

This series isn't set in the SPN universe but I gave them the bunker anyway because reasons. Pretend Sam and Dean's grandfather was a doomsday prepper, I dunno. I just needed this series to happen in the bunker.

Tagging (apologies if I missed someone or this isn’t a kink you can do): @maliciouslycreative @theactualpiemaker @lovingsmutandfluff @dreamsfromthebunker @durenjtmusings   @mayalaen @zummar @dragonpressgraphics @cookie-hearts-with-17stars @thesupernatrologist

Teaser: 

“Whatever I want, hmm?” Sam runs his hands over Jimmy’s round, perky ass, then trails down his legs, frisking him.

“What are you doing?” Jimmy asks, pressing his ass closer to Sam.

“Searching for weapons,” Sam remarks coolly.

“Where’s your probable cause?”

“You look like the suspect in question, sir.”

Sam's hands plunge into Jimmy's pockets and smirks when his fingers brush against a joint and a tiny packet of lube.

“Hmm. What do we have here?” he asks, pulling them out. “I think I may need to collect these as evidence -”

“It's just weed - for medicinal purposes. And the lube is self-explanatory.”

Sam snorts, laying the joint down on the countertop but keeps the lube. “Time to go.”

“I haven't done anything wrong.”

“That's exactly what a criminal would say.”

what he wants to do: drink some beer, smoke a cigarette and finger his little brother

“Sammy, Sammy,” Dean said when Sam came back into the room and there was a slight slur to the words that confirmed Sam’s suspicion of a concussion. The blown pupils and dazed expression had been pretty clear tells already and this wasn’t the first time either of them had had one, but it was the first one since Sam had been back from Stanford. 

“C’mere, Sammy,” Dean begged, reaching out towards him with as pleading of an expression as he could muster.

“Dean, you should rest, c’mon,” Sam said, pushing Dean’s hand back and tucking it under the blanket. 

“Yeah, wanna sleep with you.” Dean winked, reaching out again.

“Sleep,” Sam countered. 

“Hmh, yeah, pussy gonna put me right to sleep, Sammy.”