codependency: fun for the whole family

—and build on it. You understand?

Sunshine is flecks of dust flitting up when Sam thrusts research printouts on the dashboard, catching bright against dark vinyl and background tarmac. Dean’s humming and they make him sneeze but he manages to do it on tempo. Sam looks up at him in incredulous disbelief, eyes too-bright from lack of sleep, but they're not unhappy. Dean grins toothily.

Sunshine is the lightening horizon catching them by surprise on the other side of midnight. The graveyard is humid and quiet, tilted tombstones three rows away slowly forming mote by mote out of the darkness. Sam looks up at the pale blue through the branches, his knuckles raw around the shovel handle. He looks at his brother doggedly piling earth back over the burnt bones. His face is now visible but it's black and white, shadows deep under his brow and down his cheeks. A skull. It's been - the night was difficult. Sam reaches across and grabs Dean’s forearm. Just. Holds. Dean heaves a long breath that displaces the night and grabs the side of Sam’s neck. His hand is too cold for having been digging and dirt grits from his palm. They finish their work.

Sunshine is a bar of sunlight across Dean's shoulder and collarbone from a broken blind. It shows the flush on his skin and a sheen of sweat. Sam leans down, hips rolling deep but slow, luxuriating in the feel of his brother around him. He places his mouth on that bar of light, warmed skin and salt. It changes the angle and Dean growls at him. Sam adjusts. Always.

Alone, Together - Read On AO3

Summary:

@wincestwednesdays | july 31st: spite / in sickness & in health / free space

@wincestwednesdays | july 31st: spite / in sickness & in health / free space

@wincestwednesdays | july 31st: spite / in sickness & in health / free space

“what do you think the ocean’s really like?”

“bigger than the whole world.”

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right now i've nothing to lose; you love me, I love you

Crowley fidgeted in his seat; it took a lot to make him feel uncomfortable, but this was weird. Off-putting.

Rowena lifted the teapot. “Hot and sweet, how you like it.” She quirked an eyebrow and stuck the sharp tip of her tongue in the corner of her mouth as she poured.

Crowley didn’t move to pick up his cup. “Really, Mother. Why the niceties?”

“If you can’t be nice, Fergus, then I’m not sure I want any part of this. I may not have been a good mother—”

“To say the fucking least,” he said under his breath as he lifted the cup after all.

Rowena pinched her lips together. “‘A new start.’ Isn’t that what we agreed to?”

“You’re right, Mother. A new start.” He put his cup down, stood up, and pulled off his coat.

Rowena turned to show him the zipper on the back of her dress. “If you’d please?”

Later, as he lay naked and sweaty next to her in bed staring at the ceiling, he wondered if it were he giving it to her, as intended? Or was it the other way around? Because now he didn’t know what—

Rowena interrupted his thoughts. “I see why the boys do it. It lends an extra—flavor to things, doesn’t it?” She turned her head to look at her son.

Crowley sighed and nodded. Flavor. Yes. “Go again?” He wanted to put those extra inches to work on the person who was ultimately responsible for them.

(Sam and Dean are taken, so… why not this instead?)

Here is our submission for @wincestwednesdays’s Week Four, Prompts “Free Space”--a Hanahaki!AU!

Excerpt:

“It’s a heliotrope.” Sam says, and Dean turns his head so he can look at him. Dean moves the washcloth off of his head, and the cold slimy material makes his skin prickle.

Sam is sitting at the motel table, hunched over his computer like he’s trying to merge it with his torso. He’s been twirling the flower stem between his fingers absentmindedly which Dean thinks is a little gross—that thing came out of him, but whatever.

Or: Dean is cursed with Hanahaki disease, and wants to die with some dignity. Sam is going to save his brother at any cost. A story in two parts.

We figured since last free space we took a classic fanfic trope and added a little melodramatic/codependent spice that it'd be fun to give it another whirl!

Thank you @wincestwednesdays for hosting as always! These events are always so fun! :)

Charlotte and I have been fighting for our lives this past week (but still give her so many flowers (no pun intended whoops) for her GORGEOUS ART THIS WEEK!!!), so you might've noticed this fic is chapter one of two. I'm hoping to have Chapter 2 uploaded next week, but we still wanted to participate in this week's event! Go check out this month's event on AO3 if you haven't already--some beautiful work from everyone!

7/24 Prompt: sunshine

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tastes like sunshine

The road is smooth, and Baby purrs strong and steady under Dean’s hands as he drives. Dean glances over to the passenger seat for what feels like the millionth—billionth—time, finding his brother still beside him, sleeping peacefully; mouth open; his large hand holding his place in the book he fell asleep reading. Sun breaks through the clouds in the sky, and shines itself across Sam’s face like a caress, chin to cheek, becoming increasingly insistent. Sam scrunches his face, shying away from the light and its wakefulness. Sam is twelve and sixteen and twenty-two and twenty-nine and thirty-seven and timeless all at once, and Dean can’t stop staring.

Sam scrunches again, turning his face into the seat, poorly hiding the pink blooming in his cheeks and across his nose. Dean can’t help the adoring grin that stretches his cheeks.

“You’re gonna crash if you don’t look at the road soon,” Sam says, his voice thick with sleep and smothered affection.

“And what? We’re already dead, Sammy,” Dean quips.

Sam snorts softly. His soft, pink mouth spreads helplessly, white teeth peeking out between his lips. Dean reaches over—ruffles Sam’s hair, strokes his cheek where the sun caressed it—and Sam’s smile spreads, face alight and eyes aglow. And Dean wants—-

Here is our submission for @wincestwednesdays's Week Three, Prompts "Sunshine" AND "Rock and a Hard Place"!

Excerpt:

“Sammy?”

Sam jerks away, hitting his knee on the bottom of the table. Dean is standing above him, holding a tray with their food on it. Sam smiles apologetically, but it doesn’t feel convincing. From the expression of doubt and concern on Dean’s face, it doesn’t look it, either.

“Sorry.” Sam mumbles, as Dean moves to sit across from him. Sam scoots closer to the window so their legs don’t touch under the table.

Or: After a particular kind of torture in the Cage, Sam is afraid to touch Dean.

This one is a little different than Lizzy's usual, and you will see why, lol! We hope you enjoy! Heed the content warnings on this one, besties.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Mary Winchester Additional Tags: POV Dean Winchester, Angst with a Happy Ending, Codependent Winchesters (Supernatural), Episode: s12e09 First Blood (Supernatural), desire for cannibalism (blink and miss it), Oral Sex, Come as Lube, Spit As Lube, Top Dean Winchester/Bottom Sam Winchester Summary: