The first time it happens, Sam's fifteen and Dean's the most horrible, filthy, lying cheating whore ever to walk the earth – or at least that's what the tear-streaked girl running away from their apartment is saying. Sam recognizes her, Stacey or somethi
Sequel to: The Air Moves in to Fill the Spaces Where My Body's Been / So, now that Dean knows what Sam’s been up to, they’re fucking like bunnies. They play footsie under the Formica table in the diner while Dean eats waffles, they make out in the backsea
Written for [info]salt_burn_porn for [info]someblazingstar's prompt electrical storm.
The morning after Sam rescues Dean from the djinn, Sam and Dean go back to the warehouse to take care of the bodies of both the victims and of the djinn. But instead of what should be a simple clean-up job, Sam and Dean are sucked into a nightmare world b
Dean tries to cope with his hunger, and Sam finds a way to satisfy him.
After the whole deal with Dean being an idiot and sacrificing himself for Sam – not that Sam exactly minded that he wasn't dead, but he thought he was allowed to call Dean an idiot, seeing as Dean seemed to think his life was pretty much worthless compare
Dean gets drunk. Sex ensues. Sam is walking a little funny the next day.
Sam dives off in a graceful line, cleaving into the water smoothly; Dean's running after him, pulling off his own clothes, and he's halfway through leaping off the edge of the dock after Sam when he notices the sad little floating lump of blue cotton of S
He shuts up himself then, because words aren't enough for this. Keeps one hand around Dean's neck and the other pinning him to the wall, heartbeat going ka-thunk ka-thunk ka-thunk, and thinks, this is mine now. I paid for him. He's mine. He slides his fac
All he had to do was keep busy and avoid staring at Sam like a starving man looking at a rib eye steak. Easy.
"What? No--no, you jerk!" Sam clawed at the folded-up accordian shower door no one bothered to close and shivered, fought the strength of Dean's hands prying him front to back. Then Dean was there, jammed in the shower with him, hot like the water and loo
Time is running out, and Dean gets seriously injured on a hunt. Sam does what he can.
The night before Sam Winchester meets with his 12th grade guidance counselor for the second time, something very bad happens. One of those somethings that takes only a ridiculously short amount of time – in this case, about three minutes – yet manages to
Dean dies and Sam goes against his brother's dying wish, losing himself in the pain of his brother's death and becoming something Dean never wanted him to become. Now the end of the world has begun. Dean comes back to find his brother is someone, somethin
Slowly, dreading what he's going to find, Sam waves a hand in front of Dean's face. Dean's eyes don't so much as flicker. He swallows hard, something heavy and cold in the pit of his stomach, and says, "Dean?" Dean doesn't look towards him, doesn't even t
"Dude, you—" Dean wheezed through his laughter—"You took notes on porn!"
Dean wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, trying to compose himself, but when he looked up and saw Sam's affronted expression he started all over again. "You took notes on porn!
It's kind of comfortable in the dark silence. Rain batters the windows, washing away whatever landscape is out there in the night. The Impala shivers as the winds crash into it. But Sam's gradually warming up and he's always had a thing for looking at wil
"The most important thing to know is that Dean doesn’t believe in destiny. He doesn’t believe in paths that are already chosen, or the preordained, or fate. He doesn’t believe that his own choices don't mean something. He doesn’t believe – can’t believe –