#sixtysevenautomatic

Title: shine a little light on my soul Author: sixtysevenautomatic Artist: pttolemaea Other Pairing: Dean Smith/Sam Wesson Rating: Explicit Warnings/Spoilers: No Archive Warnings Apply Summary: Dean Smith considers himself a decent Catholic, and Sam Wesson considers himself a decent priest—but they can’t stop noticing each other. There’s a pull beyond words, beyond spiritual understanding, that keeps them coming back for more… even after they find themselves no longer strangers.

OoOooH!

okay, for a fic w this title, my brain really latched onto the first part of this, and i think i'm going amnesia fic on this one.

maybe on a hunt for a witch, sam gets hit with an amnesia curse, and takes one look at dean with his big concerned eyes and hands on his face and is like, "oh yeah okay this is my boyfriend? partner? husband?" and rolls w it. and he takes dean's hands off of his face and v earnestly is like "i'm okay <3 thank u <3 we'll figure this out together <3"

and it takes them until they get back to the bunker for dean to even realize that sam thinks they're together. sam probably says something like "haha can you point me to our room?" and dean is like "um?? your room is that way??"

and maybe sam is kinda confused but i mean, couples sleep separately sometimes. but there is no way to miscommunicate when sam walks up behind dean while he's making dinner and slides a hand underneath his jeans to grab a handful of ass.

when dean tries to explain, that no, in fact, they're brothers, sam laughs bc there's no fucking way.

and he starts pointing out all the weird things, like: we're forty and live together? no girlfriends? we have a dog? we have the same job and are together 24/7? you're literally making me my favourite meal in a little apron? you cradled my face in your hands and led me out of that house by the waist? and i'm pretty sure i'm 800% in love with you.

so now dean is stuck with a conundrum, because a) sammy is down, like astronomically down, he keeps trying to kiss him and also lets dean know when he's turned on now?? what the fuck?? but b) sam is still his brother! and when they break this curse, he will be pissed if dean takes advantage, right? right??

so it's all about whether or not they'll regret this, if there's even anything to regret, and if sam's feelings are a product of no memories, or if, dear reader, they were there the whole time.

(this is from the “give me a made-up title of a fic” ask game that i reblogged here)

Title: let your colors bleed and blend with mine Author: sixtysevenautomatic Artist: amberdreams Warnings/Spoilers: Fix-It of Sorts, Fuck Or Die, Bottom Sam Winchester, Topping from the Bottom, Blood Magic, Sex Magic, Supernatural Illnesses, Lack of Communication, Mutual Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary: Sam is so close to completing the Trials, he can taste it—but Dean finds out it'll kill him to do it, and in typical Dean fashion, does something incredibly stupid to stop that from happening. So Sam has to find a fix for the fix. What he finds will both fulfill his darkest fantasies and reveal his best-kept secret, but it's worth it to save Dean's life. He just hopes he's enough.