hii!! thank you haha, I do be writing a lot of pre-series but I do have a lot of thoughts post-stanford too!!

I think a lot about s1 era when it comes to them kinda getting close again. One of my favs of reuniting in their weird relationship, jealousy. From growing up used to being all over each other to their separation, and Dean finding out Sam had a girlfriend he lived with, he kept his distance. Maybe Sam wouldn't feel the same way or would find anything disgusting now. He wanted out that life, right? All of it? So Dean goes and sleeps with women as usual and pretends to not notice when Sam glares at the ladies he slips away with. Or how annoyed Sam got when Dean returned the morning and smelt like sex and perfume. Chalking it off to Sam being upset to not getting laid.

Until Sam scares off one of the girls Dean planned to go home with and Dean confronts him, asking whats his problem. Sam grabs Dean and kisses him, hard. Both lucky to be in a random shitty dive bar with people who didnt know they were brothers who just kissed. Dean takes a moment to process, like what the fuck? Why would Sam do that, here of all places? Is he crazy? One too many beers deep?

"It should be me."

"What? Sammy– Why did you‐?"

"I hate seeing you with these random women, Dean. Have you ever considered how I feel? Did the past ever mean anything to you?"

Dean is shocked, growing irritated.

"Sam, you left. Had a girlfriend. Didnt lay a finger on me when we started hunting again. What was I supposed to think, huh?"

Sam was upset, angry and unfortunately understood what Dean meant. What he was feeling. He can't blame him.

"God, Dean you're so stupid! I left hints!"

"Hints? What, telepathically? Sorry, Sam, I dont read minds."

"This is exactly what I mean."

It takes a few more back and fourth arguing before Dean finally grabs Sam's hand and drags him out the bar, both sliding into Baby and sitting in silence for a moment. They dont move, face the windshield as all the anger and frustration seems to settle.

"Dean–"

Sam barely gets to speak before Deans across his seat and cupping his cheeks, pressing their lips together. It only takes a moment for Sam to melt into them and wrap his arms around Dean's neck, pulling him closer. They kiss and kiss, grabbing at clothes and body parts like they are starving for touch. Aching and craving for each other in every way. Until Sam is a whining mess and moaning Dean's name in pleas.

"I know, Sammy. I know."

No more words needed to be shared. Thry both understand. Their longing for each other was equally painful and tugged at both of them every year apart and together. It wad too easy to melt into each other and kiss like it was breathing. Sam thinks maybe he should have just said something. Dean thinks he should have asked about Sam's attitude, but he couldn't deny he liked thinking his baby brother was jealous.

I mean can you imagine growing up in such small enclosed spaces with a brother like Dean?? Just constantly inhaling each other's air, swapping teenage pheromones, and invading each other's space with no reprieve (dreamy sigh)

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I adore teen Sammy so much, knowing he grew up with Dean?? Fresh with hormones and stuck watching your hot older brother change?? And also my favs being no personal space! Isn't Sammy getting to old to cuddle his brother and sit in his lap like he used to as a kid? But Dean addicted to Sammy's youth, innocence and bright brown eyes. Before his growth spurt and Dean was still teasing him for being shorter. And even when Sam got taller, it didnt stop them from invading each other's space. Sam still his little brother he likes to share a bed with and ruffle his hair.

Sam's innocence is also on of my favs for teen Sammy! Dean wanting nothing but to defile his little brother and touch him in places no one else is allowed to. Places Sammy was told to not let any person touch. But as his big brother it should be okay, right?

Sam's puppyspace is quiet and obedient. Leaving every part of his body and mind in Dean's hands when he feels safest with him. They both know the warning signs before he slips and Dean is quick to find out what Sam wants. Sometimes its sexual, sometimes its just the need for comfort and to be praised and reassurance he's safe with Dean.

"Sammy?" Dean asks and Sam looks at him immediately, as always, from where he sat still on the chair, staring blankly at the laptop screen. "Yeah?" he tried to blink, but his lids felt heavy and clouded. Dean took a moment to assess Sam's state. He switched the TV off. "Can you come here, Sammy?" Dean asked and Sam nodded slowly, getting up from the chair and standing in front of Dean, waiting, pupils wide.

"Sit," Dean says, letting his voice sound stern simce he learnt Sam enjoyed when Dean was more demanding and controlling with his responses. Sam sat next to Dean, feeling light as he looked at his brother with a pout. "That's my good boy. What does my Sammy want, hm? Use your words, baby where are you right now?" Dean encouraged, wanting to know where Sam was in his headspace and what he could do from there. Sam practically whimpered to being called good boy, one of his favorite praises that had him moving to tug at Dean's shirt. "'M not- Just want- Dee... I want it... Please?" Sam whispered, sounding pathetic and eager. Dean looked down to where Sam's legs pushed against his his. His erection straining against his jeans. Finally understanding the situation Dean rubbed Sam's thighs slowly, fingers moving to comb through his hair. "Okay, I'm here, my Sammy. That's a good boy." He touched everywhere but Sam's cock making him whine. "Dean..." Sam whined and pressed his palm against his aching crotch.

"Nuh uh, no touching Sammy. What are my rules?" Dean asks firmly, hands stilling on Sam's body. His cock twitches in his pants as he repeats the rules they've formed over time learning about Sams space. "No- No touching myself without permission." Dean ruffled Sam's hair in approval. He whimpered pathetically and squeezed his eyes shut. "That's good, baby. So instead of touching, and misbehaving like a bad puppy, tell me what you want, Sammy." Sam shuddered and whimpered, hands moving to lay flat on his thighs and Dean finally continued stroking his hair, waiting patiently for him to speak. "Please... Dean. Need your hand- anything. Wanna cum, Dee," Sam begged, voice soft as he trembled staying in place. Dean smirked and pressed a few light taps against Sam's cheek in acknowledgment. "That's right, good, baby. Just my hand, Sammy?" Dean asked as he began unbuttoning Sam's jeans, the younger lifting his hips eagerly but keeping his hands in place. He nodded eagerly before staring at Dean's mouth, gulping as his mind clouded with just wanting pleasure and praise. "Use your words, baby."

"Y-Yes. Your hand, please, Dee." It didn't take long for Dean to be stroking Sam's cock and telling him just how much of a good boy he is. Sam squirms and moans, grabbing at Dean in any way as he squeezed his length, knowing Sam was close. "Nuh uh, you only cum when I let you. Otherwise 'm gonna make you sit like this all night, okay?" Dean said, though he never would, he just knew its what Sam loved to hear. There were a few moments where Sam misbehaved and Dean punished him with time out or not being allowed bathroom privileges until he messed himself.

Sam sobbed, drinking in Dean's every praise and doing everything he could to hold back. But Dean's stern tone was enough for his body to react and listen on its own. With more praises, and guidance he finally let Sam cum, spilling all over his hand and clothes. He loved watching how his brother came on command.