#pony!sam

baby pony sam was a fluffy hero worshipping fuck ->

older sam –>

They were days when Dean would forget that his brother became an overgrown stallion behind his back, and he would conveniently forget other things that coincided with that as well - in fact, there were many things Dean liked to conveniently forget.  

Mostly things to do with Sam but others as well.

And it wasn’t like Dean was frail or anything, he in fact, was far taller than most other pegasai, and could kick a lot more ass than others who shared his status - special training to hunt the supernatural freaks of the world helped with that, moving on, however - and so he never found what he was to be bad.  Just a nuisance at times.

Being an omega came with some bonuses, ponies and monster would catch a whiff of his sweeter scent and bam, they underestimate the golden pegasai and the next thing they know they’re kissing existence goodbye.  Other’s were more apt to trust him and his ‘doe’ as they’ve been called, eyes, and renaissance missions were practically a breeze.

But it had it’s downsides.

For instance - being painfully, wrongfully, utterly attracted to your alpha brother who grew up way too much to be fair when he was off at university.

Like seriously - it’s like the colt was downing steroids or something, because, yeah, alphas are big.  But Sam was by far the largest he’s seen.

And something about tall, muscular, confident alpha’s apparently smashed through all of Dean’s knowledgeable good morals and simply told him to ‘fuck it and fuck it’.  It was confusing, and obnoxious, and Sam had to be catching on to this undue attraction, if by him always, and by that Dean meant fucking always, appearing at the worst of times to taunt his size, or strength, or magical prowess in Dean’s face until the pegasus’ wings popped open and Dean was left red faced and glaring at Sam’s stupidly handsome smug face.

It was all very stupid.  And Dean hated it.  And hated Sam sort of.  But mostly wanted to pull Sam in close and - ehem, not going there.

Today was like those days, Dean just minding his business, before suddenly ramming into a soft, warm, but still very firm wall, and backing up a few paces in shock because hello there Sammy.

“Hey Dean.”  Sam greeted, in that new, deep tone that Dean still wasn’t used to hearing, and damn it all he had that confident smirk going and his eyes were drilling through all of Dean’s defenses and yep - his wings are flung open again, and Sam’s chuckling, and Dean’s omega is whining like a bitch for him to do rather inappropriate things with this fine specimen of an alpha in the middle of this undeserving library.

“Heya’ Sammy.”  Dean choked out, desperately pulling his wings in close and Sam chuckled, again, a deep velvety thing, and Dean’s ears flattened.

“Asshole.”  Dean grumbled, again, face hot and ears hot and everything warm at the edges.

“Hm?  Did I do something wrong?”  Sam asked, leaning down and Dean’s breath wheezed out at the rush of Sam’s earthy scent.  Sam couldn’t help but laugh again, at Dean’s inability to function around him - and Dean bit the inside of his cheek.

All of this?  Totally unfair.

-

Sam looked nearly as shocked as Dean felt when his back thumped hard down on the grass, wings flaring out in surprise and - oh.  Sam could kick his ass.

Dean was oddly okay with that.

Not that he’d admit it.

Anyhow - Dean did not go down without a fight, the tousle a vicious lengthy one, until Sam - the dirty cheating fucker - used the neatest trick of magic Dean’s seen yet and tripped him up subtly, the pegasi’s footing lost and the next thing he knew he was on the ground.  With Sam covering him.

At least he had the decency to look shocked he had won, Dean himself was feeling a rather terrible mix of appalled horror he was beat, a flush of heat he definitely should not be feeling, and pride that only older siblings could have when their younger finally kicked their ass at something.

It wasn’t the most comfortable swell of emotions to be having, no, and Sam wasn’t helping his fluttering heart - beating fast not just from the brawl, no, not at all - with just staring at him, mouth hanging open and eyes wide, his broad chest heaving and muscled arms trembling just slightly.  Dean felt his mouth go dry, and he tried valiantly to look everywhere but Sam’s muscular frame.  Really, he did.  He just failed spectacularly.

“You, uh,” Dean didn’t know what sentence he was even starting, feeling numb and too warm and Sam really was too close to him at the moment for thought process to function.  Kid really grew up - in all the right ways, his mind hissed - at university.  He said as such.

“I see college did you good.”  Dean finally managed to croak out, and that got the slightest upturn of Sam’s mouth, the unicorn huffing out a tired chuckle.

“You could say that.”  Sam’s tone was breathy, a deep rumble from his chest, and Dean barely was able to suppress the groan that threatened to slip out at the sound.

Sam caught his eye then, as if sensing something was off with Dean and Dean bit the inside of his cheek, cursing Celestia above for allowing Sam to grow up behind Dean’s back into this - well, this unfairly attractive stallion.

They held each other’s gaze for seconds, or minutes, and both flushed, red tinging their cheeks and Sam was leaning in and suddenly red flags were flaring everywhere because Dean was leaning back like a stupid idiot and Dean quickly, and efficiently, totally unlike a coward, rolled out from Sam with a rushed, hustled laugh.

Sam followed suit, snapping to as if caught in a daze and they turned their backs to the other, laughing off key and glaring at bugs that skittered by the scene, unaware.

“Good, ah, good match.”  Dean said, glaring holes into the grass.

“Yeah, ha, it was.”  Sam said back, just as awkward and fuming, and without having to verbally announce it, or even look to the other, they knew something was shifting in their relationship and neither knew what to do about it.

Or if they even wanted to something about it to begin with.

-

“Hey-yo nerd on the ground.”  Cheered Dean, the pegasi flying low towards the unicorn who simply grinned his way.

“Dean.”  Greeted Sam, brown mane flitting about his muzzle until the unicorn with an unnecessary display of magic simply tucked the locks back, Dean’s eyes narrowing in a small fix of jealousy.  Flying was cool and all, but magic?  Bad ass.

“So - any new cool nerd discoveries on what we’re hunting yet ooor?”  Asked Dean, the pegasi dragging the last word on as he effortlessly glided over and around Sam, his brother stopping his trot to grin at his antics.

“Maybe.”  Sam grinned.  “So get this,” the unicorn pulled a scroll from somewhere or the other, holding it open with magic and Dean skimmed the words.  “If you read here,” he gestured with his horn to a small scribbled on segment, and Dean squinted his eyes.

“It mentions the scorch marks we found, as well as the ‘haunting song’ all the witness’ claimed they heard.  Among other details, such as similar locations, etcetera, etcetera.”

“Yeah - and?”  Dean flipped onto his back, wind control allowing him to appear idle and bored, with his arms crossed and head resting in their crook.

“It means, once I contact one of the agents in Celestia’s library, and get them to find the other half of this scroll,” Sam gestured to the torn end of the page, and Dean caught on.

“We can get the details on how to gank this son of a bitch and finally be out of this creepy friendship driven town?”  Dean spewed out, cheer revitalized because seriously - it’s like the ponies of ponyville had a hard on for friendship and feelings.

Sam returned the grin, and nodded as he retucked the scroll wherever he stored his shit.

“Yep.”

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more ponies bc my sisters turned me into pony trash and im apparently rlly good at drawing horses wai this