#ticklish!sam

A/N: On request! @w1nt37 I hope this is to your Imagination! ;) I'm glad you sent in that request, I had a lot of fun playing with the characters! ^^ (not proofread.. if there's something do let me know!) and @w1nt37 if you think I didn’t do this fic the justice it deserved or you want a sequel no matter the outcome, do let me know!

Now have fun~! ^^

Info; This is a Tickle fic with Lee!Sam and Ler!Bucky, warnings: A Very low and barely brushed by form of racism, slight cursing (If you want to skip the part of Sam questioning everything skip to greenly markered "Finally they got to the docks")

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Sam sighed, Captain America, an idol everyone knew, a super soldier, blonde, perfect hair, huge build and not to mention used to be a kid from Brooklyn. Captain America, a legend who had been frozen in ice for decades and returned to lead the avengers into battle, may that have been against Hydra, aliens or other mighty threats.

Now it was the Falcons turn. Someone who got filtered by ‘race’, someone no one seemed to accept the name of. It was often “the black falcon this”, “the black falcon that”…

It was rarely just… The Falcon.. just Captain America.

Now the shield, which held a huge legacy and was handed down to him, laid in the grass in front of his feet. His thoughts shot through his head like fireworks, all past events seemed to happen in mere seconds in the backs of his eyes. Civil war, thanos, John walker…. The baron.. Now he, Sam Wilson, was the Captain America, and while he was respected by most by now, there was always that someone who hates his guts or had something to say about his position. The kind that made him rethink everything even though he knew he’d never give the shield up again that easily.

….. he didn’t only just wanted to prevent to retrieve it again from some nuts soldier, but Steve chose him. Steve Roger’s chose Sam Wilson to be the next Captain America, he had faith in him, unwavering. And his best friend made sure he remembered that.

Another heavy sigh escaped him. Bucky. He was an ally for himself. How would someone even describe him? Gloomy? Tough but nice? Sam shook his head. Bucky was more than that. He is the white wolf, an agent so strong he survived Hydra and went back to the field, this time on the right side.. and all that for… him. No, right? He went out for the shield.. but stayed because of his friend.

Sam growled and pushed the thoughts away, moving his hands over his face with a defeated sigh.

He stood, taking the shield as he went and walked inside, where he hid it from plain sight before wandering into the kitchen. Bucky who sat on the couch eyed him, “you good?“ he asked but his eyes didn’t move from the screen. Sam didn’t turn around to acknowledge him, instead he continued his trip to the fridge. “Yeah.” He hummed, the tone a lot lower and unsure then he would’ve liked to admit.

The awful tone didn’t go unnoticed by the super soldier which made him turn around and lay his metal arm on the backrest of the couch. His eyes scanned Sam, friend and partner in crime, rummaging through the small fridge. “don’t steal my water.” Sam raised an eyebrow and looked at the door, stifling a snort at the sight of the two tiny water bottles.

“Haven’t you had enough of cold water and ice?” Bucky huffed at the intended playful jab “what’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, his metal hand flexing as he growled slightly.

Sam grinned and looked over the fridge door. “I don’t know man. You were frozen for quite a long time.” He stated making Bucky raise an amused eyebrow “are you trying to get a rise out of me Wilson?” Sam scoffed at the question and shook his head as she grabbed the snack he was searching for. “No, you just can’t take a joke.” He stated as he opened the package and walked past Bucky again and towards the staircase that lead upstairs. Bucky frowned, Sam usually didn’t do such dry quips, usually they were a lot more playful and just then their eyes met once.. before he could comment Sam bested him to talking. “By the way, we’re meeting my sister later today.” He reminded before vanishing. Bucky hummed “okay.” He called after his friend and frowned, what was going on..?

Finally they got to the docks, water was running, children were running around and they? They were just sitting at the table with Sam being awfully far from home, just staring out at the water.

His sister and Bucky noticed rather quickly but neither said anything, rather focusing on trying to somehow get the man into their conversation, without any luck.

When Sam’s Phone vibrated on the bench the man didn’t look over either, Bucky however did, frowning at the article that had popped up. It was one of those that made the public question everyone and everything even if it were pure lies, made up stories used to create chaos.

Bucky eyed Sam, suddenly everything seemed to fall into place. The sour moods, the dry comebacks.. it only ever happened when things like these happened. He sent Sara a look. She understood immediately and looked for the kid, rushing off with a playful flurry of “I’ll catch you!”

Bucky looked at Sam who had finally parted his gaze from the ocean to the children and his sister. The super soldier nudged his side “how about we join them?” He offered. Sam merely huffed “not right now.” He murmured. His friend hummed and watched Sara catch one of the children, hysterical laughter rushing through the air all of a sudden.

Bucky smirked as the child tried escaping to the ground, trying to evade the tickles somehow. “Seems to be running in the family, huh?” He asked. Sam scoffed “what? Tickling? No, not really anyway, just some of the family is ticklish.” He said.

Bucky nodded slowly, was Sam telling the truth? His insinuation he wasn’t ticklish? Only one way to find out ey? His hands latched onto his sides and stomach, not gaining a reaction but he didn’t move anymore either.

It looked like Sam had just frozen in place. Then the man in question turned to him “go on, try.” He urged with a slightly smug expression. The change in demeanour threw Bucky off, but not enough to make him halt.

“Bet.”

Fingers dug around, scribbled and squeezed for any sign of ticklishness.

Sam didn’t move. In fact he froze.

Bucky noticed and kept a close eye on the man’s reactions, looking up with a menacing shine when Sam finally flinched ever so slgihtly „okay that’s enough-”

One second, two, then three seconds passed and the captain bolted. „HEY!“ Bucky exclaimed and raced after his friend, scrambling over the bench and after Sam.

„No-! You had your fun!“ Sam exclaimed with a smile and turned around, yelping when Bucky launched for him. The captain barely dodged and turned back around to run. The kids laughed as they watched the adults chase after each other with glee. The two men leaped over other benches and around other obstacles. „oh Sam~“ Bucky sang playfully. Sam‘s heart skipped a beat, his feet picking up the pace at the incoming, playful, threat. He headed towards the fields, there was slightly more space..

He turned around and jogged backwards „oh Bucky!“ he called back and a grin fought its way onto his face „you had your fun! Come on man!“ Bucky laughed and made another grab for the man „and we both know you need this.“ he growled playfully lowly, making Sam stare at his friend in shock and disbelief at what the man had just said.

With a thud both landed on the ground thanks to Sam tripping. "James N-gghk!" Sam tried complaining, only to tense and shut his yaw, head tilting back ever so slightly at the silly sensation. Bucky meanwhile smirked down at him, hands squeezing and scribbling over the mans sides. "ouh, first name, I must be in biiig trouble." he said with a tone so smug Sam wanted to just pounce at his friend and whipe that damned grin off his face, or retaliate..

retaliate..

Sam growled and wormed his fingers into Bucky's armpits, making the man stop and stare down at his partner in crime. The other froze as well, not because his friend had given no reaction but because of the calculating look in his eyes that made his stomach drop. "You done?" he asked, trying to sound bored and done while turning his head to look away into the distance. Bucky stared for a second longer before his hands swooped up into the Captains armpits. "BUCKEE!" came the surprised screech of his friend and it was like Sam promptly went from a plank on a house, to a fish out of water.

An airy chuckle left Bucky's lips at the image. "AhahaHaey Buhuhucky! Quihit it!" Sam growled through laughter, only to jump as a shock travelled up and down his spine. "HEhehey!" Bucky let his fingers travel around the armits, trying to find the spot that had made his friend jump.. "What was that Wilson?" he purred lowly, the smirk now all too present on his face. "AHahaaha fuhuck off Baharnes!" Bucky scoffed at how daring his friend was in such a peculiar position.. "I doubt you're in a position to say such things mister 'I'm-Not-Ticklish'" he reminded as his finger slowly reached around the armpits, towards the back. "Prehehtty sure I cAHAHAN! BUCKY!" he exclaimed with a highpitched note, hands coming up to grab at Bucky's arms to shove them away without luck.

The tickling may not have been weakening him much, but super soldier strength was already overly unfair!

"YOUhuHU're PLAHAhahayIng UHunfAHAir!" Sam voiced his complain to which Bucky tilted his head at "hows that?" he mused. "YOuHuHUr StrehehEngth!" Bucky sniggered and shook his head "Well alright then, complain to Hydra would ya?" he said and shook his head "Or of course try a little harder to shove me off, it's like you're not even fighting it"

Sam tried sending the male a heated glare, though for naught as he fell back into hysterical giggles and small cackles every now and again. Bucky looked down at his friend, the cackles made the frowns vanish, it seemed like Sam just completely forgot about his earlier issue.. his eyes fell to the mans thighs, with a knowing smirk he yanked one hand away from one of the armits and squeezed. Sam bucked with a surpised cackle "BUHUCKY!" he protested and kicked out "ThaHAhat's MIHINE!" he wheezed out through the deep hearted laughter that left his system with each squeez and scribble. Bucky smirked "I didn't say anything less." he mused. Sam patted the ground twice, making Bucky let up.

The younger gasped for air and sent the other a slightly smug glare "Oh sorry I thought you forgot which one was yours figuring how old you are you should be-HEHEY TIHIME OUHUT!" Sam exclaimed when Bucky went right back to tickling, sending goosebumps up his back and arms. "I thought I told you it wasn't wise to make such comments" bucky growled, awfully close to sams ear.

The younger giggled and leaned away, earning an amused laugh from Bucky who had only ever so rarely heard the latter giggle. "What was that?" he asked. Sam sniggered and squeezed his eyes shut. "THehe KIhids!" Bucky raised an amused eyebrow, was he blaming the children? One look over his shoulder told him yes, the kids were far off in the distance still playing with Sara.

Bucky smirked "Would be a shame if Sara knew aye?" Sam tried smaking the male, getting dodged with ease "YouHUhu Jeherk!" Bucky tased Sam's side, awfully close to the mans back "EHEHEY!" he laughed, turning towards the hand to block anymore firework like attacks. Bucky smirked and scribbled over the thin shirt on his now other side, the open back all too inviting. "AHahAHA NoooOOOhO!" The quick squeezes continued, first one side then the other, it was like the back and forth wouldn't end, and the more often it happened the more prominent those with electricy filled shocks got, and soon enough Bucky had his friend writhering and laughing his head off underneath him.

"AhAHAhahaLRIGHT! AHAHlright! YOuhuHUHU WIHIHIN!" Bucky sniggered and let up but didnt let Sam get up just yet. The supersoldier now sitting next to his friend, one leg over the mans hips. Sam sniggered and covered his slightly tinted cheeks, body relaxing into the ground "youhu suhuhuck..." Bucky chortled and looked towards the docks. "A lot better to have you laughing then sulking around and not talking." Sam looked up and the man, ever so slightly surpised by what the other just said. "Yeah well.." he huffed and looked at the leg and then Bucky, sending a daring glare "How about letting me up?"

Bucky smirked and leaned towards him, about to tell him no before Saras voice echoed over the field "FOODS READY!"

Right! The grill!

Bucky got up in an instant, brushing himself off and letting Sam, who was arguably still slightly wonky on his feet rise. "You good?" Bucky mused as he watched the male. Sam rolled his eyes and smirked back at him "Sure, you don't actually think you could take me down with a bit of tickling." Bucky grinned right back, so smugly Sam had to take a step back. "Right, and you're totally not ticklish."

The captain popped his lips and promptly left as nothing to say came to mind. Bucky laughed at the sight of his friend speed walking towards the grills. He started jogging, noticing Sam look back and send him a 'do not'. Bucky grinned and charged at his friend, earning a shriek as Sam turned around and dashed towards his sister and the kids, to safety from his teammate, friend and tickle monster.

"Uncle Sam! Uncle Bucky! Sara played totally unfair!" a child complained and Sam instantly jumped onto the topic, letting the kids lead the way to the table with food in hand. Bucky sent Sara a charming and victorious grin at which she laughed and smiled back with a shake of the head.

The afternoon went without hiccups, they chatted, played board games, normal games and all too soon the afternoon sun was setting.

Bucky and Sam bid their farwells to the families and left.

Bucky opened the front door to the house and grinned to himself "Just so you know, you're never living that down." A loud and highpitched groan came from behind him, letting him know his friends dismay.

They stepped in and as Bucky hung the keys, Sam sent him a look, it may have not been the cheer-up method he would've chosen, but he had to silently admit, it helped nonetheless. Plus, now he kinda knew where they stood, they were buddies, friends, someone he could count on even beyond the bettlefield. "How did you know about my armpits? Lucky guess?" he asked. Bucky hummed and turned to Sam "Usually people go for spots that work on themselves." he explained crutly, passing his friend and making a B line for the bathroom.

Sam hummed in understanding before freezing and looking after his friend "Wait so you're ticklish too?!" he called, not getting an answer as the door shut.

Here’s my second Supernatural fanfic! I love these guys so much. Not much for me to say other than I hope you like it.

Warnings: Tickling, mentions of alcoholism, also this is not to make Dean seem like a massive alcoholic (yes technically he can be considered one in the show but still), it’s not meant to be alarming, this fic is supposed to be purely fun.

Summery: Dean wants to go out on a beer run during the night. Sam is not for that.

The motel room smelled faintly of mildew, but it worked like any other motel they’ve been to. The two brothers were both doing their own thing, Sam was doing more research for their next job, and Dean was flipping through channels on the motel TV for the hell of it, drinking the last bottle of beer they had

Not long after, it was finished. Dean sighed as he shook it a bit.

He didn’t exactly consider himself an alcoholic (that much anyway), but he still at least wanted to stock up for the next day. Plus he felt he had to get out for a bit anyway. He was getting a bit antsy.

“We’re out of beer.” Dean announced with a sigh.

Sam, sprawled out on the bed with his laptop, barely looked up. “Yeah, because you drank it all.”

“Gonna go to the store,” Dean said, grabbing his jacket.

Sam glanced at the clock on the nightstand, raising an eyebrow. “It’s eleven o’clock at night, Dean. Can’t it wait until morning?”

“Nope.” Dean snatched up his car keys from the table and turned toward the door.

“Dean,” Sam said warningly, sitting up straighter. “You’re not seriously going out now just for beer.”

“Why not? It’s beer.”

Sam groaned, rubbing his temples. Before Dean could make it to the door, Sam stood and, in one swift motion, plucked the keys from Dean’s hand.

“Hey!” Dean whirled around, glaring. “Give those back.”

“No.” Sam said firmly, holding the keys behind his back.

Dean narrowed his eyes. “Sam, don’t you start.”

“Dean, it’s late, you’re tired, and we don’t need you getting pulled over or worse just because you’re out on a beer run.”

Dean took a step forward. “I’m not going to get pulled over. Just hand them over.”

Sam shook his head, backing away toward the far side of the room. “Nope. You’ll thank me in the morning. You can’t get too drunk, we still have a case to work tomorrow.”

Dean’s demeanor turned a bit more playful, but still glaring. He inched toward Sam slowly.

“What are you… Dean, wait!” Sam tried to sidestep as Dean lunged at him, but the motel room didn’t leave much room to get around. Dean tackled him onto the bed, pinning him down easily. Sam may have been taller and bigger, but Dean knew his baby brother lile the back of his own hand.

“Give me the keys!” Dean barked, reaching for Sam’s hand.

“No! Get off, Dean!” Sam shouted, twisting and squirming as he tried to keep the keys out of Dean’s reach.

Dean’s frustration quickly turned into amusement as Sam wriggled beneath him. He remembered the countless times that they’ve done this when they were kids. He remembered exactly what he would do to make Sam give in. Dean’s grin slowly turned wicked.

“Oh, you’re getting it now.” he said, his voice low and teasing.

Sam froze for a second. “Dean… what are you- g-gYAh!”

Dean didn’t respond. Instead, he darted his hands to Sam’s sides, digging his fingers gently into his flank.

“Dehean nohoho!” Sam burst into high pitched hysterical giggles, his body bucking wildly. “Stohohop, plehehease!”

“Not until you give me the keys.” Dean replied simply, grinning as he kneaded his fingers into Sam’s ribs. “Man, I forgot how ticklish you are!”

“AHHahahaha ihihim nOHOhot!” Sam cried out. The loud, bubbly laughter pouring out of him reminded Dean of back when they were kids. Sam had the same little habits. Little squeaks in his laughter, his feet kicking out. His hands trying to reach for Deans arms to push uselessly. Sam was bigger now, but way too ticklish for his own good. It made Sam’s size meaningless.

“Oh, really? What’s this then?” Dean teased, moving his hands to Sam’s belly and squeezing just above his hips.

“PLeHEHeHahase! Nahahaha NOHOHot thehehere!” Sam shrieked, trying to twist away.

“Not the belly, huh?” Dean grinned as he sunk his fingers into it over Sam’s shirt and vibrated his fingers in. An old trick. And it clearly still worked. Sam’s laughter turned up louder and more frantic, writhing as his back arched.

“Oh and what about here? This still bad for you?” Dean’s hands darted to Sam’s armpits, wiggling his fingers in the sensitive hollows.

Sam howled with hysterical laughter, his arms instinctively snapping down to try to protect himself. “DEHehehan! Stohohop! I cahahahan’t!”

“Can’t what? Give me the damn keys?” Dean teased, his grin widening. He missed seeing his brother like this. So carefree, happy. He hadn’t heard Sam’s genuine and real laughter since they were kid’s.

Sam didn’t respond, too lost in his frantic, uncontrollable laughter as he pawed weakly at Deans chest and arms. The car keys were miraculously still in Sam’s fist.

“Hey remember that one spot I know you just loved?” Dean smirked, trailing his hands back to Sam’s ribs. “You always got weak right about…here.”

Dean’s fingers found the soft part of Sam’s ribcage, right at the bottom where the floater ribs were. He gently dug his fingers in lightly, kneading the area.

“NAHAHAHA! DEHEHEAN! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!”

“Bingo!” Dean said triumphantly with a wide grin, focusing his efforts on the spot. “This was your ultimate weakness, wasn’t it? Just these little ribs right here and, boom, you were gone!”

Sam was completely in stitches now. His laughter now high pitched, frantic, and desperate. His body writhed and twitched helplessly beneath Dean. “PLEHEHEASE! AHAHA! OKAHAHAHAY! OKAHAHAHAY!”

Dean paused for a moment, his hands still resting on the soft spot on his ribs. “You giving me the keys?”

Sam nodded frantically, gasping for air. “Y-yehehes! Juhust stohohop!”

Grinning, Dean plucked the keys from Sam’s hand and climbed off him.

Sam rolled onto his side, little giggling still leaking out weakly, as he tried to catch his breath. “You’re an ass.” he muttered between gasps.

“Yeah. But now I’m an ass with car keys,” Dean said with a smirk, jingling them triumphantly.

Sam shot him a glare but didn’t move to stop him as Dean grabbed his jacket and headed for the door.

“See ya later Sammy!” Dean said with a wink before disappearing out the door.

Sam sighed and rolled to his back. His breathing and nerves finally stabilizing.

He smiled to himself despite the torture Dean just put him through. It felt good knowing Dean was the same old goof of a brother that he was when they were kids.

(TickleTober Day 2: Chase)

Summary: Sam and Dean are wrapped up in a game of chase. Castiel is confused.

Pairing: None (Maybe Destiel if you squint)

Word Count: 1293

A/N: ikik another SPN fic… I can’t help it :v

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Fandom: Supernatural

Characters: Dean & Sam Winchester (a bit of Castiel)

Word count: 1929

MY BABIES AHHGRRR; I just NEEDED some brothers fluff and HERE WE GO, LEE!SAM FOREVER🙏 love them, here it’s like moments since childhood-season 6 (bc I’m watching it rn) (btw @cringemesstickles I know that you’re a sucker for lee!sam so you might wanna check this one out🤭)

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Dean loved making Sam smile, even though Sam always tried to hide it, making himself look more serious, deep down Dean always knew how to crack him

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Older Winchester woke up and sat on the bed, rubbing his eyes. Clock said 8:03 am and he had no idea how he got so early today. John left them for a week.. which turned into two as he couldn’t kill the vampire he was hunting, so two teenage boys spent most of the time in the hotel room; not bothered by trying to pick up a school if they are going to attend it only for a few days.

Sam looked up from his book to take a look at his brother when he froze for half a second, biting back a smile

“What?” Dean asked him, was it something on his face or something?

“Oh no nothing” younger boy replied, trying to focus on his book, but taking a quick glance at Dean. Now him biting back a smile was even more visible

“Is it something on my face?” Dean’s brows furrowed as he asked out loud

He took a half glance in the mirror in the middle of the room and saw how his hair in the middle was slick back, but on the sides it was sticking up in all directions, making him look ridiculous. In what pose did he even had to sleep to get this hairstyle?

He turned his eyes back to Sam, seeing how hard he tried to focus on the book in front of him. They locked eyes as Dean wiggled his eyebrows, trying to play dumb to get the kid to crack

Even though Sammy was quite serious for a kid his age, it wasn’t that hard to make him laugh. 11 year old boy mostly found Dean’s fails funny, when he tried to flirt with a girl but got rejected. These type of fails

“I see you, what’s up? Why are you acting like thi—” Dean didn’t got to finish his sentence when younger boy broke into a stream of giggles. It was really easy to make him laugh sometimes

“Ihit’s juhust youhur hahair” Sam giggled quietly, dimples appearing on his cheeks as his face broke into shy smile. Like he knew it was a bit too childish even for him

Dean took a proper look into the mirror and chuckled too. His eyes were dead and the whole hair thing looked like he experienced getting struck by a lightning

He shook his head, standing up and quickly ruffled kid’s hair too so they would match

“Hehey!” Sam shoved his hand, trying to sound annoyed, but giggles in his voice ruined the whole facade

Yes. As Dean would say, it was pretty easy and unbearably hard to make younger Winchester laugh sometimes. The kid got specific humour

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“SAMMY”

Sam who was standing in the middle of the room doubled on the floor laughing as he saw his brother’s head sticking from the bathroom doorway. They had a little prank war going on and younger Winchester decided it would be hilarious to put some hair dye into Dean’s shampoo

Dean on the other hand wasn’t so happy. His hair was dripping wet and his neck and shoulders were also covered in dark-ish blue dye. His mouth twitched for a second when he was his brother on the floor laughing his ass off, but taking another look in the mirror reminded him that revenge is necessary

“Come here bitch!” Dean said while putting his pants on and running in Sam’s direction. Long haired teenager quickly tried to stand up, but was immediately tackled to the floor by his brother; not like he put up a fight, Sam was mostly giggling like a madman every time he looked at Dean

“Something funny?” Dean tried to look serious but small grin crept into his face as he saw his brother pinned underneath him “Oh I can give you something to laugh at”

With that said, he wiggled his fingers into Sam’s side, making his giggles transform into full on laughter

Damn it sounded good; Dean could swear his laugh immediately filled the whole room, lighting it up

“DEHehean! stOHOP IHihi aham tohoho ohOHOLD FOHOR THIHIS”

“You are only 16 kid, the only one old here is me, and apparently I’m gonna have blue hair for the next—MONTH THANKS TO YOU” Dean chuckled as he raised his voice over Sam’s so he would hear him

Sam’s laugh got higher when he darted his eyes at Dean over him who was still dripping in blue colour

“Any last words?”

“IHIHIT WAHAS SOHOHO WOHORTH IHIHIT” Sam looked at Dean one last time before losing himself in his own laughter again. Dean’s grin got wider with every second as he tickled his brother on the motel floor. Maybe he didn’t care that much about his hair

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“Dean!” Sam squeaked as Dean made a move in his direction

“Sam!” Dean chuckled, mirroring his brother’s tone

They were standing at opposite sides of a table in the motel room, waiting for other one to make a move. Well, long story short — Dean found out Sam still had his weakness in touch, apparently Sam was surprised too

“Don’t!” Sam tried to threaten but smile on his face outweighed all the venom in his voice

Dean was wearing a grin on his own, quickly running around the table to catch his brother

They were doing it for the past few minutes, but this time Dean actually tackled Sam on the floor. Both laughing the whole time they tried to gain an upper hand

“DEHEHEHEAN!”

Older Winchester got his hands squeezing his brother’s knees as he watched his reaction

Sam was okay before.. well maybe a little tired and declined any offer to take a proper sleep, saying that “he was okay taking 2 hour naps every few days”; so as every good brother, Dean just needed an excuse to mess with him. They deserve to have fun once in a while, especially Sam

“Ha! Man you didn’t change— do you still do that? Wait let me check” Dean said as he got his hands to Sam’s ribs, playing them like a guitar

Sam’s laughter transformed into high-pitched giggles that were just music to his brother’s ears

“That’s what you get for not getting to bed. Gosh it’s like I’m 15 again, forcing you to sleep”

Sam’s laughter rang even louder at the recalling memories of their childhood, as joyful sounds came out of him

“And now you are 23 and you didn’t change a bit” Dean grinned, eliciting more sounds form Sam

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“Ohokay okay, easy tiger” Older Winchester chuckled at his baby brother who drank a bit too much in the bar. Dean was immune for a few shots of tequila, considering how much alcohol he consumes, Sam wasn’t that strong

“What is wrong with him?” Castiel was standing in the middle of the motel room Winchesters were staying

“Has gone a little overboard, but who gives a shit. I finally convinced him to take a few days off and I don’t care that there is a fucking apocalypse, okay? He needed a moment to breathe out” Dean replied as he caught his brother from falling on the floor and threw him on the bed, making it easier for both of them

“So what now?”

“Well, I’m gonna take his coat and shoes off and let him sleep. Oh man, a hangover tomorrow is going to be ruthless” Older brother chuckled

He motioned Cas to come closer and hold Sam’s abdomen as he took the coat of him. On accident, one of Cas’ hands got under younger Winchester’s arms, making him squirm a bit and let out a quiet giggle

“What was that?” Dean and Cas almost said in unison as Dean put his brother’s clothes and shoes in the wardrobe

Dean’s brows knitted together as a small grin broke his face

“Hey Cas, can you spread his elbows like— yeah like that” Dean full on smiled

Angel did as he was told, grabbing both Sam’s elbows and raised them up, spreading them. Meanwhile Sam was too tired to stop anything.

Dean took a step closer, warming his fingers under Sam’s arms. His brother’s face immediately broke down into wide smile when he clamped his arms down, doing nothing to stop the sensation

“What are you do— waHAHEHehait!” Sam got out of Castiel’s grip and slammed his back into the bed where he was previously sitting (or at least tried to). His eyes were squeezed and smile shining, showing all his teeth

“Damn Sammy, a drop of alcohol in you, and you become even more ticklish than when you were a kid” Dean beamed

“What is wrong with him?” Cas now stood up, and standing next to the bed stared at laughing younger brother who couldn’t even put up a fight because he was so intoxicated and an older brother who now was sitting on his lower half, pinning him and tickling him, having a smile on his face as big as Sam’s. A look of confusion and amusement mixing up in angel

“Oh, it’s called tickling. It’s when you touch some parts of the body that make other person laugh. It’s a body reaction our ancestors had back in the day for surviving. Now it’s.. for messing with your baby brother for example”

“And he laughs because it’s body’s reaction” Cas repeated, trying to make sense out of it

“Pretty much”

“Huh” Cas wanted to say something but his hearing focused on Sam’s high-pitched laughter again. Making his face to share the same kind of grin Dean has been wearing

Right now and there he noticed that Sam didn’t laugh enough. His laugh is too nice to hide it under all these layers of seriousness

“heheHESTOHOHOP DEhehean!” Sam laughed, eyes squeezed shut and hands trying to catch his brother but he even when he did he was to tired to do anything that shove lightly at them

Cas and Dean joined him, chuckling everytime he made some funny noise. “Yeah” Cas thought “humans are cute”

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“Hey, you okay?” Dean’s voice rang through the living room where his brother was sitting

They stayed at Bobby’s for some time, trying to find out more about this “Mother” bullshit, someone that can ruin their world and kill everyone (again)

“You know what I did, Dean. That whole year was—” Sam was interrupted by his brother who nudged him in the side with his elbow

“Come on, we’ve been through this. I— you can’t believe how glad I’m that you’re back. That was not you Sammy”

Sam tried to fight, but found that it’s easier just to listen to Dean. “Yeah, maybe you’re right”

“Dude you couldn’t believe how DRY you were, I mean, your humour was purely based on making fun of something. We were almost killed multiple times because you found demons funny and just laughed at their faces” Dean recalled with amused chuckle

Sam let his own small smile to tug at his lips

“Well, at least I got you back, and you still think I’m a god of comedy” Older brother wigged his brows

“Oh you wish” Sam shook his head with a snicker

“What? I’m hilarious” Dean said, poking his brother which made him giggle

“See? You do still find me funny” Each word was highlighted by a poke to Sam’s side, making him giggle again and playfully slap Dean’s hand

Bucky: Super Soldier Serum should be changed to Super Ticklish Serum. Bucky was ticklish pre-serum, but post...damn. He's super ticklish on his ribs, stomach, and back. His back is hyper ticklish, which makes him giggle like a child. Sam and Steve often get him pinned on his stomach and they go to town on his back. It's the super light tickles that get him the most, especially when it comes to his back. He is a switch for sure. He loves to tickle and he is happy to be tickled. Sam and Steve are the one who get him the most. Shuri gets him often, too, under the pretense of "updating" his tech.

Steve: See previous statement on serum. Steve was ticklish as fuck before the serum. It only got worse after. He's only second in the most ticklish Avenger category because Peter is first. But it's close. Steve is most ticklish on his stomach, especially right underneath his bellybutton and right at the line of his pelvis. He's also ridiculously ticklish on his sides. Quick squeezes to his sides have him hunching over and falling to the ground. Bucky loves to demonstrate Steve's ticklishness in front of all the new recruits at the most inopportune times for Steve. Meeting about a previous battle: tickle Steve's sides while he's talking. Demonstration on different non-lethal holds: tickle Steve's underarms. A stern lecture on what was done wrong in a battle: tackle Steve to the ground and tickle his stomach. Sam always helps Bucky.

Sam: He's not as ticklish as Steve or Bucky, but he has two death spots that will have him promising you his first born if you'll only stop. Those spots are his hips and his thighs. With those spots being seen as more intimate spots, he thought he was safe. He thought wrong. Bucky and Steve have ZERO qualms about pinning him down and raking their fingers over his hip bones and thighs for what seems like hours. Sam howls with laughter every single freaking time. The first time Steve and Bucky tag teamed him, Tony walked in halfway in his armor, thinking someone was being murdered. Sam begged for help, but Tony simply smirked with a "better you than me, bird brain" before he walked away.

idk why but i love ticklish sam🥺

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(Tickletober Day 6)

“The tarsals and metatarsals are quite important to stability, propulsion, and weight-bearing. Your body wants to protect them, of course. But you can’t protect them just now, can you?”

Finally, I've crossed a fic idea off my daydream checklist! Enjoy!

Fandom: MCU, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, some Cass and AJ, a smidge of Sarah

Words: 2,010

Bucky hadn’t felt as well-rested as he had on Sarah’s couch, even despite being woken by her two boys. So, yes, maybe he did keep accepting offers to stay over. It helped his mental well-being, so what? He sought the rest and relaxation. Sam hadn’t even been there a few times, but it was still as welcome as ever. Sarah cooked great food. He brought her flowers the last time he slept over, and he loved the bright smile that sprung to her face.

“We need to clear a guest room all for you,” Sarah joked at the dinner table on one particular summer night.

“You can take Uncle Sam’s room when he’s not here!” Cass announced through a mouthful of grits.

Bucky grinned at all the jests and he knuckled Cass’s shoulder, “Oh, I’m sure Uncle Sam wouldn’t mind at all,” he always smiled whenever he heard ‘Uncle Sam’ being used to address the new Captain America. Brought a lot of nostalgia back, and even turned it into something positive.

But on the couch he remained, at least for the upcoming night.

Sam pulled up at 3 am, the whole house asleep. He had to get used to seeing Bucky on Sarah’s couch, but it was finally starting to become less surprising. As long as he was on the couch and not in Sarah’s bed, all things were fine by him. Sam tiptoed in after shedding his boots at the door, easing into the comfort brought to him just by being in the house. He adjusted the blanket by Bucky’s feet and pulled another corner over his bare arm, non-metal.

Sam smirked to himself. He always assumed Bucky possessed superhuman senses, so someone who decided to even step too close while he slept would be pulverized immediately. But no. The guy needed the sleep, he supposed. Bucky’s breathing pattern didn’t even change when Sam adjusted the blanket. Hmm… he could use this.

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“Shhh, shhshh, hey guys,” Sam kissed his nephews on their foreheads when he woke them purposely later that morning. Dawn was just creeping over the bayou, shimmering the lights on the water.

“Wait, shh, you gotta stay quiet or you’ll ruin it,” Sam had his hand atop AJ’s head and he ruffled it around, making the older boy giggle.

“Ruin what?” Cass whispered.

“We’re gonna wake Bucky. The guy’s just always sleeping, isn’t he?”

Both boys shared identical grins, “Yeah, totally!” AJ slipped his glasses onto his face, Cass following suit.

And so the plot begun. Sam went to the bathroom with his nephews and gathered shaving cream after Cass had pulled a feather from his animal project from school. Sam explained what they’d be doing with these tools, since they’d never pulled this prank before (wow, Sam felt old).