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sam puts dean as his emergency contact at stanford (doesn’t expect it to ever come up)

gets roofied at a party (on accident, meant for a girl but he let his guard down) but his friends get worried, end up with campus police and he takes a trip to the hospital where they call his emergency contact

sam wakes up disoriented, in a low light hospital room, window pale with pre-sunrise morning and his big brother sitting in the guest chair watching him like he’s trying to sear him into his memory. sam’s head is thick with cotton, dean so heartwrenchingly familiar and unexpected that for a moment he forgets all about stanford and thinks he’s been hurt from a hunt.

‘did i mess up?’ he asks, voice slurred and dean stands, mouth twitching at the corner.

‘nah, baby brother,’ he murmurs, eyes flicking over him in quick assessment before jumping up to meet sam’s, heavy and serious. he puts a warm palm to sam’s jaw, thumb carefully smoothing the skin. sam’s sigh shakes out of him, some deep, deep hurt unfurling.

when sam wakes up finally recentered in his reality, he remembers dean at his bedside and his touch and a few hot, quick tears run free. all the questions he wished he could ask sit tight in his throat.

where’d you drive from? did you leave dad for me? would you come back if i called?

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hii <3 thoughts on sam realizing just how much dean likes kisses and driving him mad with it by kissing him at the worst or least expected times possible and just because. all the time.

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my first thought on reading this for some reason was the image of sam leaning over to kiss dean while they're driving down the highway just to kind of freak him out lol. like dean's gunning it because he so definitely speeds all the time and then suddenly sam's in his face trying to smooch him. SAMMY!! i'm DRIVING! but it's straight road no traffic so actually he can turn his head just for a second just for one little kiss :)

but yeah big time i think dean loves loves loves kissing. like five minutes of making out and he's half drunk on it, all big eyes no thoughts dick hard etc. sooo easy for sam to back him into a bathroom stall at some diner and kiss him stupid before walking back out with sam all casual like nothing happened while dean can barely stand up straight. falling asleep kissing when they don't have the energy for any more than that and spending the whole night breathing each other's air... also quick kisses to distract dean from whatever sam's about to do that dean doesn't want him to do lol. hold up real quick let me kiss you and then dart off into this stupid dangerous situation you tried not to let me get into. it would work every time and piss dean off sooooo baddddd

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sam and dean occasionally having sex and it's not about conventional sexual attraction or desire, but as a last resort whenever their relationship is strained or when they need to feel closer. almost always drunk, with the lights off, after close calls, anything that might make it easier to make excuses to themselves whenever a memory is unburied. only happens when they're hurt or angry or scared, it's only ever close to tender when it's used as proof of being alive. sex as control and as punishment, when wanting to be inside your brother is less about the act, and more about taking ownership of what is rightfully yours. desperately seeking reassurance that you still have him, that you can keep him.

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i personally think the drunken hand job was mostly jensen following jared's face with his eyes to get every little detail of his reaction while jared goes a little bit service and tries his best with the hand job. they're both drunk and unabashed about it, nesnej is out too, so when jared giggles so does jensen. maybe they cum first, maybe they don't, but at some point jared gets silly with it because of course he does (either because of the self-imposed pressure to give a good hand job not or because. jared) and starts poking jensen's face with the tip of his tongue, maybe biting his chin and jensen takes it a little further and kisses jared's neck. jared giggles and jensen loves hearing jared giggle so he presses the button over and over again and soon he's sucking hickeys into jared's shoulder blade. which maybe eventually leads into a kiss then making out, maybe it doesn't

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inopportune

prompt: zachariah gives sam and dean their memories back at a very bad time.

rating: explicit pairing: wincest/swesson, bottom sam warnings: incest, dubcon due to angel nonsense wordcount: 1500

They’re frozen, hot, and Dean’s hands are still digging into Sam’s waist and Jesus, Sam’s back is still arched and his hands are pressed to the desk and his body’s moving with each breath and he - fuck, he clenches, then jerks his head, like he just realized what he did. 

Dean doesn’t know what to say. Doesn’t know if he should say anything. Words come to life and die on his tongue. His lips are dry and he licks them and it’s too loud in the dead silence of the room. He needs to move. He needs to move, he needs to pull out, now, because it’s Sam who he’s been sleeping with for weeks and it’s Sam who kissed him in that elevator and blew him under his desk and spread his legs for him and -

He should have pulled out by now, too many seconds have ticked by, he knows that, they both know that, he should have at the very least let go, but he’s still stuck in place, reality still sinking in, the reality of what he’s done and what he’s still fucking doing and - oh, God, what he wants -

“Dean,” Sam says, his voice shot, shattering the silence, and Dean - God help him, Dean Smith had loved Sam Wesson’s voice, fucked out and raw, and his name in that voice had never failed to go straight to his dick, and it still does, it still fucking does. His grip tightens and his cock twitches and he knows from Sam’s sharp inhale that he feels it, you need to let go, you need to pull out right fucking now, he’s screaming at himself.

“Sorry,” is what finally comes out of Dean’s mouth, absolutely pathetic, disgusting, you’re sorry? Sorry for fucking your little brother for weeks? Sorry for still being inside of him? Sorry for liking it, you fucking freak?

Sam shudders and Dean feels it under his hands and he’d been staring across the room, far away from the man underneath him, but that brought his eyes back down, traveling from Sam’s hair down the broad expanse of the muscles in his back and his arms - fuck, Dean Smith had loved those, had told Sam Wesson between kisses how hot he was - and down further to the sharp curve of his lower back, and even further - Dean swallows - that perfect ass still tight around his dick, and he wants, he wants -

“Don’t,” Sam says, same voice, short, weak, and that could mean anything, don’t what? 

But before Dean can wander down any of those possibilities, Sam tells him what he wants to hear, and he doesn’t even accept that he wants to hear it before he hears it, and when he hears it, when Sam says don’t stop, he breathes out fuck, Sammy, and he pulls out just to slide back in, so fucking good. Dean Smith knew what Sam Wesson liked and gave it to him whenever he wanted and now Dean knows his Sam’s body and he starts moving, slowly picking up the same rhythm as before, filling the room with the obscene sounds of skin on skin and Sam’s punchy exhales and tiny moans with every thrust, trembling.

Dean doesn’t stop moving, can’t stop, not now, but reaches down and - Dean Smith had sucked Sam Wesson’s cock more times than he could count at this point, Dean can remember how it felt in his mouth, stupidly big and perfect, and now he has his dick in his hand and strokes him in time with each thrust and Sam has his head down on the desk, mumbling something Dean can’t hear, his hands balling into fists.

So Dean leans down to meet him, keeps moving, puts his mouth wherever he can reach, upper back, almost at Sam’s neck, and Sam raises his head so he can kiss his neck, bite it, and Sam makes a pained noise and shoves his ass back on Dean’s cock and it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen in his life, fuck, he wants to come but he doesn’t want this to end because then they have to deal with what this means -

It’s hot, so hot, sweat beads on Sam’s back as his muscles tense, Dean runs a hand through his hair and grabs onto it, pulling him back, and Sam makes a sound low in his throat, he loves it, he wants this. “Dean,” he says again, even weaker, quieter, “please, please -”

Dean exhales, says, “Please, what?” like Dean Smith would but with less composure, his voice deeper, shakier, and Sam spreads his legs further and Dean groans something unintelligible and fucks him harder, fucking into his best spots because you’ve been fucking him for weeks, the hickies on his neck barely covered by his hair are Dean’s, the faint hints of rope burn around his wrists are Dean’s, and Dean realizes that at least right now Sam is his, his to hold and keep and love and give everything to -

Sam manages to say, and Dean remembers it, has heard it before, “Please - come inside of me,” and blood boils in the pit of his stomach and he bends down over Sam and holds on tight as he fucks him deep, fast, rough, making sure he’s touching Sam in the way he knows he loves because fuck, he wants him to come, too, wants to feel his dick twitch in his hand and hear Sam’s desperate little cries and have that push him over the edge. He kisses Sam’s back, nips, exhales, mumbles I will, I will, I’ve got you, Sammy, I will, fuck, fuck, you feel so good, I’ve got you and Sam reaches back for him with one shaking hand and grabs his hip and keeps them close together and clenches around him and -

- and Dean buries himself inside of Sam and jerks him off until he’s coming, until they both are, breathing and groaning and moving in unison until they can’t move anymore, until Dean lets go but doesn’t pull out, still kissing wherever he can kiss as Sam’s shuddering arms hold him up. He lazily fucks into him again, just a bit, just enough for Sam to twitch and fidget, still sensitive, and when he pulls out he only does so long enough to hear Sam’s pained little noise, then pushes inside again, fucking the come into him a few more times before pulling out for real, he always enjoyed that sound - and that view, Jesus Christ, Dean wants to brand it into his brain.

For a while, all they do is breathe. They can’t do anything else. They’re frozen again.

Dean moves first, grabbing the tissue box off of his desk and cleaning them both, while Sam’s still bent over the table, looking down. Dean’s stomach lurches, how are they going to look at each other now that they’ve - now that they -

“How long?” is the first thing Sam asks, his voice still shot, still naked, and Dean can’t help but stare at him still.

It takes a few seconds to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth and say, “Lost track. Don’t remember.”

Sam laughs shakily, his whole upper back moving, and he finally stands up straight again, but doesn’t turn around. Dean’s reaching around for his clothes, pulling on his boxers and pants first, and turns, gives Sam room to grab his own. “I was…seventeen,” Sam says.

That was unexpected, but all of this is, really, so it’s not that hard to believe, considering. Dean laughs too, just once, just a huff, and says, “Right before you left, huh?”

Silence, and he feels a prickle of guilt. It wasn’t supposed to be mean, but maybe it was. 

“I thought it would go away,” Sam said. Clothes are rustling and Dean assumes they’re both about fully clothed by now, meaning it’s okay to turn around, but they’d seen each other naked so many times, so many times at this point, but that was before, and now it’s after. “Then you - then everything happened.”

A pause, then, solid, urgent, “Dean.”

He steels himself and turns, and breathes. Sam’s got everything but his shirt back on and his face is still flushed and his eyes still drop from Dean’s eyes to his lips to his chest, but he’s serious. “This is - I don’t want it to stop.”

There it was, the truth, and Sam said it first, and Dean isn’t sure who that’s a victory for.

“Me neither,” Dean says. “Me neither.”

Sam’s kissing him barely a second after the last syllable leaves his mouth, one big hand on his neck, the other sliding down his bare waist, and this should have been their first kiss ever, aware and open and knowing, but it was their first kiss as them, and that counted. It counted.

(please give me a like and/or rb if you liked it!!!! <3)

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Annnnd, a re-blog of this fine piece of Sam-on-Sam flesh, set to the tune of Monicawoe’s hot, hot fic: BEST SELF

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EVERYONE(!) I’m blazing this post because at this pace we might barely hit 1,000,000 signatures—or just fall short. PLEASE reblog this post, no matter where you are from, so we can reach as many EU citizens as possible and end this horrible practice!

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Actually Sam and Dean both have abandonment issues they just deal with them differently.

Sam leaves before you can leave him. Runs before you can run from him. He knows you’ll see the darkness inside him eventually, so he saves you the trouble and himself the pain.

Dean digs his heels in and grips your arm tightly and begs you to see that he’s trying. Maybe he is worthless and stupid and a failure but he’s trying, please let that be enough and just stay.

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2.14 | Born Under a Bad Sign

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So something I've been thinking about-

Sam has to face Dean's death far sooner than Dean does his, and Sam is the one (between the brothers) to make the first deal.

In Faith (1.12) Dean is on his way out. He's dying, he WILL die. Imminently.

He tries to put a brave face on it, strong for Sammy, but Sam is in pieces and isn't buying it. He's terrified. So you see Sam go into research problem solving mode. He's researching hearts, heart health, heart surgeries. He's calling everyone he knows including their dad, looking for a supernatural out. If Meg had showed up right then he'd have made a deal with her.

As it is, he finds a faith healer. This is perfect. Dean is saved and Sam's faith is confirmed and rewarded. Of course its not as simple as that. And we see that the reality of it makes Dean sick, reinforcing his self loathing. Sam is equally disturbed. But he was willing to overlook it. And he might feel bad, but he absolutely would do the same thing again for Dean.

This is the first deal.

Its unintentional, but this is first time one trades a life for the other.

Two episodes later Sam sees Dean shot to death. A premonition he only barely manages to prevent. His fear unlocking an entire new ABILITY in his desperation to protect Dean.

Soon Sam will be communicating with Dean's displaced spirit in a hospital, fighting viciously with his father and be willing to move heaven and earth to bring Dean back to himself.

And I think its interesting that the first big deal and moment of loss is considered to be Sam's (first) death. And it is absolutely huge, I'm not trying to diminish it in anyway at all. And the responsibility for Sam's life has been on Dean since he was FOUR, and it gets unbelievably worse when John says scratch that actually kill him. Dean never stops worrying about Sam. Ever. (Arguably, even in Heaven.)

But Dean's ghosts have been stacking up on Sam since the very beginning.

And I guess, even though I hate it, things turning out the way they did in the barn does make sense.

Dean is terrified of being alone. Sam leaving him is always the worst possible outcome, the big Fear, and he does insane things to prevent that.

But, from the very first, Sam is the one left deal with his corpse.

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the thing about unhealthy, codependent, enmeshed relationships, especially if you spent the better part of your formative early experience in them, is that it really does feel so good (when it is good) in ways that a "normal" relationship/friendship pales in comparison. you lose your sense of self as you blend into each other, their emotional responses becomes yours and vice versa, and every feeling is multiplied tenthousandfold. the levels of living in each other's skin are unmatched. how can anyone get it? how can you ever be known so well? and if it was all you had for decades, how are you supposed to find anything else? why would you want to? when you have zero boundaries you violate each other over and over but somehow the shame/intimacy of it is a reward in itself. hurt me and the pain makes the pleasure becomes the pleasure, make each other vulnerable to see each other vulnerable and lie broken and breaking for each other. god, what a drug.

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stanford era sam who sells a few sex tapes for money. hey, a girl he hooked up with once suggests he sell a tape or two to the person she goes to, it's $50 for a three minute video, and sam's hard up for cash, so. it doesn't need to show his face or anything, and he doesn't even have to interact with anyone. so sam sets up a camcorder in his dorm room when he knows his roommate is gone, strips down to just his socks, jerks himself off a bit in front of the camera, plays it back. he doesn't think much of his body but his bed partners seem pretty impressed, and he knows he has an above-average cock, and the video is sorta grainy but his abs flex in the dim light in a way that looks hot, maybe, when his come hits his skin, and he moans a little, soft and quiet, and the edge of his long hair dips into the camera a few times. he gets a request to finger himself a little, and it comes with an additional $50, so sam tries it out, first time ever, does it in the mirror, that apparently goes well with whatever audience his source says, and they ask him to talk a little, again with an additional $50, and sam says gently, hi, at the start of his video, shuffles into frame, touches himself, fingers himself, jerks off, lets out a few bitten-off moans, whispers when he's coming, a few words here and there, please, don't stop, fuck, please or whatever comes to mind in the moment. it's a brief period of his life, just the summer between freshman and sophomore year, and he never does it again after he gets a campus job, but sometimes sam thinks about it, wonders where those tapes are. feels warm heavy shame drag around him. but it's gone, there's no evidence it's him, and it was a tough time, so it's okay. he can forget about it.

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i just know sam is quietly pleased that he's turning 42 this year. it's a good number.

it's the last time dean will help him celebrate his birthday, but he doesn't know that yet.

he wakes up before dean, like always, taking miracle and jogging a few laps up and down their large access road, even dropping through town to pick up a few donuts from the store that he and dean frequent.

he can't jog back with donuts, so he takes the "scenic" way home, the gravel road instead of the paved one. miracle tries to eat three different pinecones. it's going to rain later today, but sam's always been a fan of the rain.

twenty years ago, he thinks, he was spending his birthday taking an ethics exam. jessica took him out to dinner at a steakhouse that they could only afford with their friend's employee discount.

ten years ago, his brother still mostly wouldn't look him in the eye, fresh off of demonhood. sam had spent the day in a medical supply store, buying himself a new, smaller brace for his arm.

today, aged forty-two, sam finds dean in the kitchen, scrambling eggs. he's still got little bruises on his neck from sam's teeth, sam's too-big shirt going past the worn-out elastic edge of his boxers. he's yawning when sam comes in, hair mussed and eyes blearily.

dean wilts when he sees the box in sam's hands.

"man, i was making your weird keto eggs. with mushrooms." he says it like sam likes his scrambled eggs with live worms or sticks of chalk, but sam dutifully--and a bit surprised--puts the donuts on the counter for later.

dean has no idea how to cook mushrooms in scrambled eggs, so they're rubbery, but sam eats it all. later, they go out to dinner in town, just their regular spot--holey jeans and threadbare flannel--and dean disappears for a bit and comes back with a slice of carrot cake. their usual waitress winks at sam from behind the counter.

sam rolls his eyes, and rolls his eyes even harder when dean whips a gas station lighter out of his pocket and nods at sam to blow it out.

"c'mon, sammy. a man don't turn sixty-two every day."

"that would mean you're what, eighty?" sam retorts, shooting him a glare. he blows it out, though. dean pesters him about what he wished for the rest of the night, even after dean reveals he's wearing something pink and small and distinctly lacy underneath his worst pair of jeans and they lie together, still breathing hard.

but, honestly? sam didn't really wish for anything.

dean hauls himself to his feet, joints popping the entire way, to let miracle--who's been scratching at the door since they closed it--back in.

sam's shoulder creaks when he stretches, and there's an ache in his lower back. he has little grey hairs at his temple. he thinks he's probably going to need glasses soon. dean flops back on the bed, making exaggerated spitting noises as sam's hair on the pillow slips into his mouth. miracle hops on the bed and steps on his stomach as she comes to lick at his face, before settling down and snoring on his calf.

no, sam didn't wish for anything.

for six more months, sam's got everything he wants.

anything he could ever need.

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been itching to make a winces fic rec list for a bit now and i thought the best way to go is to pick out some of my more underappreciated favorites! everything here has < 500 kudos which put them well into the deep reaches of the ao3 indexes. enjoy!!

I can see a dream down there by glovered (T, 17,963)

Summary: Dean and Kevin team up to extricate Ezekiel from Sam, but the spell has some unfortunate consequences.

My comments: a very light-hearted take on the gadreel situation. basically just a crackish s9 au. with spells and pining and soul bonds oh my! packs the general glovered one two punch of sweet and funny without being overly saccharine. and it has kevin which is just awesome always.

Family Tradition by formalizing (E, 679)

Summary: Sam is maybe a bit competitive about whether he or his mother has a greater claim to Baby's backseat.

My comments: sam and dean fucking in baby always 10/10. nasty-dirty scorchingly hot. pwp.

Undertow by Mollyamory (E, 3,511)

Summary: Angels, demons, zombies, an apocalypse or two -- whatever, fine. Telling truth to blood, though. That's scary.

My comments: psychic sammy fic!! au after s2 where sam can hear dean's thoughts. fastburn. really cool work on character voices + unexpectedly soft. mollyamory is a writer who deserves so much more love on the whole so if you get a chance, i'd highly recommend going through their other as well work (combat medicine always makes me laugh).

the house at the end of the world by urchinesque (T, 3,155)

Summary: God turns out the lights and leaves twenty-six trees, a sliver of ocean, seventeen stars, two humans, an angel, and a tiny stone house on a spur of rock.

My comments: EVERYONE GO READ THIS RIGHT NOW. THIS IS POETRY IN FIC FORM. if you liked 15.19 (before they won) and want more of exactly that vibe with none of the terror, this fic is for you.

Treat Her Like a Lady by causeways (M, 5,975)

Summary: You can never tell when a conversation with a really smokin' woman is going to come back and bite you in the ass. Dean gets cursed into dating Sam.

My comments: cool take on the fake dating/accidental dating trope! there's a bunch of adorable romcom situations in this. very kings and queens and jokers too vibes.

things on a wall, in profile or superimposed by autumncolour (M, 7,647)

Summary: A connection that deep—a love that fierce—whatever outward form it takes is irrelevant next to the breathtaking fact that it exists.Five times outsiders look at Sam and Dean and see a connection, a gossamer thread stretching from one to the other. And one time… One time that connection is still there, after.

My comments: outsider pov fic that is super light touch!!!!! really digs into the weirdness and freakishness of the winchesters and the tabooness of their bond to others. the incest is all very implied here, very much a weirdcest type of fic.

Just One More by Catchclaw (E, 6,187)

Summary: Dean didn't mean to blow their cover. Really, he didn't. But how's a guy supposed to react to a freaking legion of dildos?

My comments: the winchesters deal with intimacy issues and pda. and there's witches! catchclaw is another really funny writer who also does some destiel if that floats your boat. i would recommend a romp through their works if you ever want a pick me up.

Twin High-Maintenance Machines by ADeedWithoutaName (NR, 8,391)

Summary: The Winchesters have shared just about everything over the years. Rooms. Clothes. Beds, awkwardly enough. The curse they just got hit with, though, is going to bring all that sharing to a whole new level.

My comments: body-swap fic with a twist. more like body sensation swap fic. it's a very very good depiction of codependent brothers who end up sorta having sex. just top marks on the brotherisms of it all. to me this is a weirdcest fic that transitions to wincest.

Vintage Sam Winchester: Bottled 1983 by StripySock (E, 3,877)

Summary: The wine mostly tastes like ass, the last time Dean saw this many pricks gathered in a room was in porn - and this was ultimately less exciting than Boner 3: Revenge of the Bukkake - but the bread was good and the view of Sam even better.

My comments: sam and dean catch a case at a wineyard and very predictably get distracted. pwp in a very fun setting i haven't seen often..

the beams of our house are cedar by deadlybride (E, 7,864)

Summary: While they're still cementing the bunker as theirs, Dean remembers something he used to play with, when he was younger. He decides to give Sam a surprise, whenever he gets home.

My comments: deadlybride is the queen of established wincest to me. this one especially just hits all the right notes. dorky roleplay. dean in panties + feminization. the quiet assurance of living with and loving someone as long as you've lived. yummy.

Show Me Yours (I'll Show You Mine) by mickeym (E, 1,007)

Summary: Your body is different, now. Since you came back.

My comments: a really really cool kink that i've never seen before or again in the fandom. it just fits sam & dean so well. 2nd person pov.

The Old Man of Peru by De_Nugis (T, 3,203)

Summary: Sam gets bitten by a bat. He probably doesn't get rabies. He probably isn't a werebat, either.

My comments: crack-adjacent s9 fic. angsty undertones in line with the s9 of it all. does that thing only crack fic can do where it can make a were-batch hutch a metaphor for their relationship. and you can read that and go, hell yeah brother. fun times!

Like It Was Yesterday by nomelon (T, 4,907)

Summary: Sam can't remember a time when Dean wasn't there. Dean is always with him. Sam's whole life, there's never been anyone else.

My comments: i cannot say anything because i do not want to spoil this but ough. this made me curl into a ball and sob. so so good. girl!dean and amnesiac sam for all the enjoyers out there.

If It's a Make-Believe (I Say It Ain't) by orphan_account (E, 10,238)

Summary: It's Sam's fault, really. Dean testing out all his ridiculous pick-up lines on him was torturous enough. Knowing they were going to be used on other people stung a bit more. But even despite all of that…he still should've kept his damn mouth shut.

My comments: established wincest in s12 ! sam bets dean can't pick him up if they were strangers. it's very sweet wincest with drops of their weirdness tied up in sam's mental monologue. very cool. had me giggling and blushing for real!!!!

All That Mars Base MCV4 0.9.2 Allows by nigeltde (T, 4,886)

Summary: You have to live somewhere.

My comments: the space setting manages to capture the isolation of sam & dean so well. really fascinating counterfactual character work + pining. fic that makes you want to go and stare at a wall in a good way.

Honeyed Silk by Wallissa (E, 6,730)

Summary: Set in S4. In one of the last sticky-warm nights of the year, Sam stumbles back to their motel, the taste of blood still warm on his tongue. When he returns to their room and finds Dean still awake, he realises that he's not the only one prone to messing with powers he has a limited understanding of. They suffer the sticky-dripping consequences.

(or: Dean, drunk and lonely, figures that the one thing he can't offer his cheater of a brother is a pussy. Thankfully, there's a spell to fix that.)

My comments: magic vagina fic but make it super angsty. yay!!! i just love cheater!sam and this fic delivers that in spades. plus the prose has dashes of purpleness that make you feel sorta drunk reading this.

can't take you any way by scotchbonnets (M, 1,416)

Summary: “I feel like a damn hobbit, can you—” Dean murmured, taking Sam’s ankle and dropping the attached leg off his shoulder. It lingered in the air for a beat before Sam let it fall to the bed.

Cock bobbed against Sam’s taint as Dean took a kneeled step forward on the comforter. “You want me to—”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Dude, relax. Just haven’t pitched to an Iron Giant in a while.”

My comments: first time bottoming sam w. established wincest....the domesticity of it all........mouthwatering

As Our Feet Find the Sand by orphan_account (E, 27,713)

Summary: The last thing Dean is expecting to see during a basic hunt in Maine is an honest-to-god merman. But when that becomes the least weird thing he and Sam have to deal with on the whole case—well, that’s when Dean knows he’s fucked. Because no matter how much his brother promised to help the guy out, tails of their own were not part of the plan.

My comments: Season 6 + mermaids + domesticity....yummy. the brothers who fuck characterization is so well done here. + it's wacky and funny and sweet! reasonably sure i've recced this author twice actually. huh.

Presence by ani_coolgirl (E, 30,447)

Summary: Dean dies on a hunt while Sam is at Stanford. Sam mourns by crisscrossing the countryside. Sam has regrets. So does Dean. After all, what is a ghost but the manifestation of regret?

My comments: this one is absolutely heartbreaking. kind of like watching a slow motion car crash where you're realllly invested in the car. the horror codependency vibes are off the charts. also sam's sheer desperation at the start had me going to my knees.

we could live forever in each other’s faces by hearthouses (E, 2,500)

Summary: Every kingdom needs an heir.

My comments: i couldn't make any reclist without a boyking!sam and consort!dean fic. this is that. maybe one of my favourite in the genre. it's just perfect.

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drunk sam winchester getting all flushed and wiggly and touchy