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Nothing is happening here

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THE LOVERS EVER

summer love

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Indulgence to pay for your sinful indulgences

They gotta pay for the motel somehow, and hunting doesn't pay. Often times dean would find cash in stealing from men he gives blowjobs to at some back alley bar where they didn't even bother to check his fake id. These skills he learned well from his daddy. Others were just straight petty thievery. Sex isn't always about money, sometimes it's for the attention, to find praise he can't get when John isn't home railing the lights out of his pretty little skull. Sometimes the payment isn't for the motel. It's for retribution. For dirtying himself. Letting a man who isn't his all come into his mouth, for getting sodomized by someone he doesn't worship.

John takes these indulgences as the kind soul he is, usually starting with Dean on his knees like a prayer, or maybe they skip to him being face down in the leather of the backseat of the Impala. Even when John was putting him to work he always made the point of making Dean feel bad. He only hustled him this way because he's already a willing whore. With slick soft lips big eyes and sun-kissed freckled cheeks. He was just begging to be used. He wasn't even a half-decent wife he was just a warm hole.

Tomorrow Dean will find his approval in the arms of an older woman and a can of cheap beer. She'll call him baby and sweetheart and make him feel good. Important. Like he deserves to be there. But tonight. He has to pay for his lust and greed.

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sam + dean | jealous girl

You say you want your own life, well I do too You wanna lead me on? Oh, well I'll show you

Honey, I'm in love with you, if you don't feel the same Boy, you don't wanna mess with me, mess with me

lana + wincest = this. perfection.

This song deserved a real release, and yet here I am, illegally surviving off a SoundCloud link like it’s 2013. We need justice ASAP.

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virgin veins | sam winchester

cw for implied csa and abuse watch improved version on youtube

w* dni

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mr & mr winchester

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'sam is a top' i'm sorry to say but you guys just don't get him.

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this is their dynamic to me..

would’ve coloured Dean but I was lazy and he doesn’t deserve it. slut.

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sam and dean are like those couples you’d see during a late night at gas station, a big mean man with dirty and scuffed boots, probably mean mugging you, and a soft flower girl with like white cowboy boots and a long flowy dress with perfect hair who’s just hanging off the man’s arm ❤️❤️

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watermelon

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A real American Honey like me.

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It's my job to give love and support.

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estrogen could've saved her...

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samdean x squatting in abandoned houses

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Back on the Bottle

Dean is 14, worried sick, and has his mother's eyes.

Tags and warnings: John/Dean, Incest, Daddycest, Weecest, Noncon, Mention of Seniors screwing freshman, Anal sex. Dead Dove DNE

I don't beta read my work it is str8 out the cranium, Don't like? Don't Read.

It was close to 12 am. Dad was supposed to be back home by now. Dean knows he isn't supposed to wait up but he can't help it. He worries. Both for his father and for the fact they're out of cash and Dean needs to pay for the room in the morning. By the time the shitty motel alarm clock turns to 12 he gives up. Throwing the covers down to crawl into bed, the sheets are cold and scratchy, but he closes his eyes and pretends he's at Sarah Gallagher's house. She's this rich senior chick at his current highschool he fucked. Only important thing about her is the fact she had silk sheets and this fancy ass downy mattress. He fell right asleep after like some kind of pansy cus he's never been in a bed that comfortable. Though his dreams of being litterly anywhere else are ruined with the sound of the motel door opening and a heavy thud.

Dad's home.

Dean sits up, sliding out of bed to help his father settle things down, John is uncoordinated, unkempt, and the usual scent of leather that stains his skin is masked by the intense smell of whiskey breath.

"How was the hunt?"

Dean asked as his Father pushes past his help in favor of collapsing on the motel bed.... The bed Dean was sleeping on. He suppresses a sigh as he takes his father's boots off for him. When he goes to slide in bed next to Sam, John calls out

"Boy, get over here"

Dean shuffles over there, foot wringing into the carpet in worry he did something wrong. John pats the empty space next to him in bed and Dean follows the wordless request. Sliding into the free space. John rolls onto his side, large hand clumsily grabbing Dean's face.

"Yknow... Ya look so much like her"

"Who?"

"Mary. Ya got her eyes"

Awkward... He lays back onto the bed, trying to ignore the feeling of his father's hand stroking his cheek. Until his thumb rubs over Dean's lower lip

"You got such pouty lips. Like a pornstar"

"...Are you saying I look like a chick?"

"Yah"

Oh. Dean sinks into his pillow, praying this ends soon and Dad just goes to bed. John's hand slides down to feel up the slim stretch of Dean's neck, calloused hands kissing freckled skin. Before he could even think his vision is dark as he's flipped and shoved into the pillow, those same thick hands now slid under his shirt, finding purchase on the teen's thin waist.

"Mm you're thin... Like a girl. Knew you wouldn't be good for much else"

Dean felt ill, and a little insecure. He pushed himself up to try and pull away, only to be shoved back into the bed. He knew better than to argue, Dad had no problem with hitting and arguing. He needs to be quiet, they have school tomorrow and Sam needs his sleep. So when John roughly tugged Dean's boxers down, there was no arguing. He flinched in disgust as he heard his dad spit and felt the wet contact against his backside. He bit the pillow as he felt his dad's fingers enter him. He hates this, he hates John. He wants to fight the scream. But he doesn't want to scare Sammy, or wake him up. So he sucked it up, like a real man. Refusing to cry at the burn or sting. Grinding his teeth to hold back a scream when John suddenly shifted and forced his way in. He was babbling something along the lines of Dean being "Tight like a girl." All he could do is shove his face in his pillow to both soak up the few escaping tears, and hold back the bile that builds in his throat as his lithe body is tucked neatly against John's more practical one.

Hot wet kisses found their way to Dean's shoulder as he let out a pathetic whine of displeasure. Making John giggle, voice gruff and low. He was sunk into the mattress as more weight was shifted into him. Which was followed by a groan and a warm intrusion filling his gut. The room was quiet again as the teen sniffled. His father finally pulled off of him and flopped onto the bed beside him. Turning away to drift off as Dean stewed in limp hatred until he felt well enough to go scrub off his skin in a boiling shower.

The water helped lure John's consciousness to sleep. He wished he was actually drunk to starve away the gnawing guilt he felt. What kind of sicko pretends to be drunk to rape his own son?