#ofshadowsandsands

this is beautiful- imagine tho, a/b/o fake dating; Sam getting flustered and blushy but feeling /good/ about himself because all these alpha’s keep wanting to pull him away from Dean’s side and when they’re not being rude assholes about it teh attention is /nice/, and Dean gets so possessive and protective *w*

That might be a little complicated for my writing skills at this time of the night, but now the seed’s been planted!

Sam’s lying on his bed when he feels the mattress dip. There’s a knee on either side of his, Dean’s weight sitting on his thighs, hands sliding up the back of his shirt slowly, thoughtfully. 

“De, it’s threes in the afternoon-” to his dismay, he shivers, feels his interest pique as Dean leans forward to kiss the back of Sam’s neck.

“Doesn’t seem like you care, Sammy-”

“Dean-” Sam’s protest dies in his throat the moment Dean reaches around to unbutton his jeans. He tugs them halfway down his thighs, slips his hands between them rubbing quivering skin. He breathes out against Sam’s shoulder. He grabs Sam’s ass, palming it, humming appreciatively while he stretches it open the tiniest bit.

Then, Dean leans back. Sam hears him digging through his pocket (he anticipates a packet of lube, not the following sound of Dean’s wallet snapping open). Sam can only imagine what Dean has in store. His hips jerk into the mattress at Dean’s hand sliding up his back again, this time to hold Sam in place.

“Hold still.”

Sam holds his breath. 

Something cold and round bounces off his ass.

“Huh. Pamela was right.”

“Dean.” He starts quietly. “Did you just bounce a nickel off my ass?”

Another coin drops.

“Now I did.”

“Oh my god, Dean- Get off of me!” Sam scrambles to turn himself around but can’t quite make Dean move (Dean, who’s full bodied laughing and leaning forward to kiss Sam’s scowl once Sam’s sitting up). “You’re a dick-”

“Had to try-”

“You really didn’t-”

“Now we know for next time-”

“Won’t be a next time, you ass-” 

“Aw, don’t be mad.” Dean’s too amused for Sam to stay mad. He rolls his eyes and let’s Dean kiss him. His hand creeps up Sam’s shirt before dragging his fingertips down firmly. “Got a perky ass, Sam.”

His arm circles Dean’s waist bringing them flush against the other. 

“Geez, what was all that shit you gave me before about it being three in the afternoon, huh?”

send me a ship and i’ll tell you… | accepting

when I started shipping it if I did: i didn’t think ab ti tuntil recently but then i was like??? yeah sign me the fuck up?? esp since sam would take care of jess post mountain but still give it to he straight

my thoughts: they must’ve been friends i mean sam & hannah were BFFs and beth & jess were BFFs so they definitely hung out before shit hit the fan

What makes me happy about them: ladies supporting ladies :’))))

What makes me sad about them: the fact that they went thru a night of shit and still come out stronger and better and broken ha ha ha

things done in fanfic that annoys me: once again theres probs no sam x jess fic bc u kno fandom does what fandom does but i just hate it when ppl have sam and jess hate each other, or what have u. like catty bitch fights im like pls no

things I look for in fanfic: ladies supporting ladies t  b q h

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: josh x sam, mike x jess

My happily ever after for them: adopting dogs and putting them in dino suits and living in the country and making each other happy

who is the big spoon/little spoon: jess is the big spoon, sam is the little spoon