sinfulbrothers

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—-hello! Just posting part of a Fanfiction I am working on! It is weecest! Nothing special. Sam trying to figure out his emotions. 😩 I’m not quite sure what I’m doing with it, I maaaay scrap the idea.

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Sixteen year old Sam Winchester drug his feet along the beaten pathway back towards the motel; prom night that's what it was. Not for him, it was the one night of the year where the town lit to life. Why wouldn't they had left town before this? Why couldn't they had dipped and followed that lead on the werewolf? Dad would happily had done that, if he had been able to kill the rugaru earlier. Dumb people and their slip up made the brothers stay their longer -- forcing them into sticking at this school.

His fingers twisted the knob of the motel room, pushing the door open just as soft giggling was heard on the others side. Alright. He knew that noise; he knew the soft grunt as well -- as a frown appeared upon his lips he stepped back, gently latching the door once again. Prom just meant teenagers would be sleeping around; Dean would or did bring back someone. Disgusting. 'Why couldn't it had been me in there?' A dirty but innocent thought at the time occurred, he sooo badly wanted to be that moaning whimpering mess of a female. He wanted to feel Dean's fingers brushing through his hair, tugging the locks. He wanted Dean to bruise him. Break him.

As long as it was Dean.

Just big brother Dean.

No one else.

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A simple concept; the boys made a deal with one another whoever is to blush first loses AND has to do whatever the other says. Needless to say Sam isn’t doing too well for himself.

Grinning ear from ear Dean Winchester couldn’t wipe the amusement from his emerald gaze; cocking his head to the size. “Ooooh! Sammy...I think we’ve got a winner!” The hollering and celebration leaving those cocky lips only resulted in a huff from Sam.

“Shut up.”

Dean licked his lips leaning in; the grin only widening on that chiseled face of his. “What was that, Sammy?”

“Shut up.”

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❦ A very de-aged Dean Winchester is found back at the bunker by none other than his brother — who has many questions for the male. Like what the hell was going on?

‘I-I-I don’t know! I don’t know!’ Of course it had been Dean’s first response to what had happened, who would’ve known they couldn’t have had one day off?

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The Winchesters were never a happy go family, a family that said 'I love you' to one another. No, they were a family built upon fighting and surviving the unsurvivable. Let it be heaven or hell they would turn head over heels to find one another:

"Bitch," came the soft sneer, a playful smile pulling the elder Winchester's lips -- dark gaze locking with his brother's.

Letting out a breathy exhale Sam rolled his shoulders, dimples showing as he acted as if it were a chore. As if this were some joking thing Dean and him did -- no, this was THEIR thing. "Jerk."

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“You said it hurt when you pushed, Sam. I-I don’t think that’s normal,” Castiel’s stone face full of concern staring upon the young male, blue eyes scanning Sam’s face. “I heard you and Dean last night. Was I wrong?”

Sam froze up feeling his shoulders grow tense, “L-Last night?” He stammered, psychically feeling the color flood his cheeks. Embarrassment written upon his features—Dean most certainly looking unamused. Though the angel didn’t understand it; not fully. Clearing his throat Sam found the effort to speak, “Y-Yeah. I’ll...I’ll get it checked out right away. Thanks, Cas.”

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Tossing the impala into gear Dean let out a loud huff—as if the arch in his eyebrows wouldn’t give it away he wasn’t in his happy go lucky mood. Nope. Not even close; to think he believed himself to be the best prankster—and to have his little brother prove him wrong. Was he unamused? Yes. Proud? Ehh...jealous more so, Sam did learn from the best. After allowing the young male to bask in his glory Dean’s eyes flickered from the road to Sam’s form, “You finished? Or..do I need to remind you who was stuck with the itching powder while talking to law enforcement?”

With that comment Sam’s jaw wired shut; turning his head to look out the window. Did Sam really win this round?

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“Bite me,” Came a sneer from the younger Winchester; lips pulling back showing his teeth; Dean merely grinned in response. So what he messed with Sam’s coffee?

Leaning back in this ‘excuse for a dining chair’ his brows raised; lips perked into a cocky smirk. One Sam knew all too well at this point in his life. “Tell me where, baby boy?”

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A sight many monsters would love to see in their lives was happening right before this demon; Sam Winchester broken and utterly ready to give anything. Anything for his brother; as Dean would do the same for him. Their relationship at this point had become highly unhealthy, a relationship that couldn’t be fixed, couldn’t be changed. Nothing but the elder and thoughts of murder swirled around in that thick skull of his. No demon could change that; none could change his desire—or his need for the elder.

Sam Winchester had killed his big brother; now sitting on his knees before a crossroads demon. Desperation radiating off of the young male like cologne; he fucked up, fucked up big time. Sliding his slender fingers into the dirt road below, he curled them in. Grabbing handfuls or the dirt road, inhaling sharply before letting out a sob that shook his shoulders. “B-Bring him back....bring him back...” He croaked out tilting his head back, hazel eyes filled with tears.

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𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎. (𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚙 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜 )

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"𝘚𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘺...𝘯𝘰...𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯..."  𝘈 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥. 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮, "𝘚𝘢𝘮." 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘶𝘱, 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮. "𝘈𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯?"

𝘚𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦—𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳? 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮? 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘯. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺. "𝘈𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘋𝘦𝘦, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦."⠀⠀

𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, "𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘚𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘺. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮, 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭." 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘚𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 ��𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.

"𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴, 𝘋𝘦𝘦."

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𝘛𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥, "𝘎𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱, 𝘸𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸."

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How often do you think Sam has looked up from his map and seen Dean just staring at him? How often do you think Dean’s just sat there and watched his baby brother bite his lip; or talk away on the phone. All while watching those pretty pink lips.

Those pretty pink lips he couldn’t wait to claim as his.

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EDIT TYPE ; Scrap Writing ( from a Roleplay! )

WINCEST - NSFW - BOTTOM!SAM

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Hazel eyes locked onto Dean’s emerald gaze; Sam had to admit Dean was a damn Cheshire Cat when it came to words as well. Anything that fell off that perfect tongue of Dean’s just sent shivers through Sammy’s body. More specifically his groin. Were Winchesters just blessed with dirty talk? Dirty talk and blessed below the belt it seemed. God it felt so good to come, the young male continued to rock his hips riding out this pleasure. Thinking he’d just grind back into Dean, but that option came crashing down like an abandoned building. Brushing his white knuckles against Dean’s swollen lips Sam cocked his head to the side; a big ole grin plastering itself on his face.

“I could ride you all day, cowboy always has his favorite horse. Too bad mines already broken in,” just like his big brother; Sam had no way of stopping these remarks; it was as if they came naturally.

It almost made him chuckle; now he was the one with the references. Too bad it was a country song and Dean didn’t listen to country. Sam rather enjoyed country music; depending on the song and what mood he was in. Though he never got to play any around the impala—Dean would lose his shit if Sam played that within that confined vehicle. It would ‘poison’ her as Dean puts it.

As if to prove a point Sam pushed his hips down, easing himself down Dean’s member. His body squeezing the thick male within these slow movements; which were very unlike how Sam was earlier. Teasing, it had to be because Sam enjoyed teasing his big brother. As he was the one in charge and could go at any pace he liked. “Gonna ride you nice and slow, Dean. Like a slow happy trail ride.” He traced small circles in Dean’s stomach, working his hips down until Dean had been buried deep inside him.

“Mmm I could still walk last time, cowboy.”

Lights went off in his head thinking of how he could tease Dean; faintly he did remember Dean said something about making sure Sam couldn’t walk. Well, clearly he was walking, maybe not straight but still he was able to get around. A smirk played his lips, “I-I guess this cowboy isn’t good enough for such a role. Shame...” Sam’s hips came to a stop, though one hand removed itself from Dean’s shoulder, moving to wrap around his own aching member. “To think I thought you’d make a good cowboy. Guess I’ll just do it myself.”

// just some dirty writing for y’all //

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Wonder how many times Sam has walked into the Deancave to Dean jamming out to AC/DC, and he just stands there like

“This is who’s saved the world?”

This man was his world, and made him who he was today.

And he just smiles because he’d never have it any other way.

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I wonder how many times on a hunt Dean Winchester has just been heard from a room over or upstairs from Sam saying in a disgusted voice, “What the fuck?” And Sam just making a bitch face.

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The first thing that brothers did after reuniting in Heaven?

“Hey, Sammy.”

Neither brother said a word for several seconds, both watching each other for any sort of reaction. They did it. They made it. All those years of fighting blood, sweat and tears really paid off. Sam and Dean Winchester made it.

Sam’s lips twitched walking closer to Dean embracing him in a much needed hug, surviving on earth all those years without his other half was hell in itself. Deep down the young Winchester knew he had died that day he laid Dean to rest. But now, he felt alive again, he felt complete. As the two pulled away from the hug Dean pat Sam’s shoulder, giving him a tiny smirk. “Up for a ride? She’s purring real nicely.” Dean spoke up dangling the keys from his finger, motioning towards a shiny baby.

Things never changed, do they?

Sam shoved his hands in his jacket pockets nodding, almost unable to hold the tears back. “Thought you’d never ask. Let’s go for a ride, Dean.” He watched as Dean walked to the driver’s side, throwing the door open, his hands resting on the roof.

“It’s good to have you back, Sammy. I missed you.” And just like that Dean climbed into the impala, pulling the door shut with a satisfying creaking noise. Sam bit his lips blinking away the tears.

They made it.

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Bro at least Sam and Dean ain’t gotta worry about choking each other to death since they’re already dead.

All the kinky sex without the worry.

- Sam giving head to Dean while he’s driving baby.

-Dean finding the most beautiful spot to pull over and just bang Sam into the hood of the impala.

-Dean finding a use for those handcuffs in the trunk of the impala

Them just being together!

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What would have happened after 10.3?

"What does Sammy have to say? Does he want a divorce?" How do you imagine the conversation between the brothers went after this?

"What'd Sam say? Does he want a divorce?" The words fell from the eldest Winchester's lips like acid, a certain pained feeling behind his brother's name. Raising a hand up he ran it over his face looking down to the floor as he shook his head, dropping his arm to his side in a way of saying 'you know what? Forget it'. It was always a Winchester thing to ask questions and not wait for an answer—why was this any different. Biting the inside of his cheek he ran his fingertips over the sheets on his bed, one thought popping into his head. "Drink," Dean mumbled spinning on his feet leaving his room, he made no effort to question where Castiel had disappeared off to. For Castiel knew how Dean felt about Sam.

The angel had known for a while now, and it was a wonder why he hadn't told Sam himself. Dean assumed it was out of respect or maybe the angel felt too awkward over the subject of love. Hell, Dean felt awkward over the subject of love but here he was in love—WITH his baby brother. It was almost enough to make him groan in frustration at times, Sam was enough to draw his attention off the road at times. Off the food Dean had been eating, Sam was even driving his attention away from his 'fun time'. Of course Dean didn't think it was too bad, most of the time it was the simple things. Sam smiling, the dimples forming as he did, or even just watching his little brother tuck hair behind his ears. It just made his day better knowing Sam was safe.

But he fucked up. He fucked up big time after he had taken this mark, ever since he took the burden he could feel himself fading. Feel the rage that came with the package, and with that Dean felt that love he felt for Sam being tugged away. Further and further, it was hard not to fall back on what this mark was feeding into.

Anger. It fed on his anger and everyone knew Dean Winchester had quite the temper at times. This worsened and the mark came into full effect after the shades of hell were gifted to him from Metatron. Dean shuddered at the thought; but at the same time what really was he shuddering about? Being a demon was like being a completely different person, being stripped of those all so familiar human emotions, being dehumanized. Though Dean knew some demons were different, some actually did show some care behind their words. But Dean was nothing but rage, rage and hatred, hatred that Sam had brought back to the bunker to cure.

Cain did mention how his story had ended with his brother—his brother dead while he stood victor. Dean swore he would NOT do the same. Sam was his world and he would happily die for him just for Sam to have a normal life. He swore he would never hurt him.

Dean remembered waking up in that creaky old chair in the torture chamber, the light overhead flickering, a tall lanky shadow standing before him. Before his eyes even had time to focus on the shadow he knew it was Sam, no one else was crazy enough to capture him as a demon and try. His head rolled back, eyes flickering from side to side, “S-Sammy..?” The male breathed, his eyes finally focused on his little brother.

Right away Dean knew he fucked up. The look in Sam’s eyes read like a historic library, he was hurt, he was angry, he was...happy? Did Dean deserve this happiness after all this? After all this...chaos and destruction? Already he could feel his stomach turn wondering just how many people he had killed, how many innocents. How many horrible things he had done? It was a mind crushing thought, one he couldn’t worry about at the moment. “I’ll...uh...get cleaning up.” Dean heard Sam awkwardly announce, moving over to the table and began putting things away. The eldest Winchester took note of how Sam’s jaw clenched and he slightly ground his teeth—Sam was nervous? “Get me when he’s ready.” Sam muttered to the angel Castiel, tucking a book under his arm and left the torture chamber without another word.

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Dean nearly shook himself awake from the memory, his hand against the wall bracing himself. Telling himself to get himself together, clenching his jaw he pushed off the wall running his hand over his beard. The thought occurred to him he hadn’t shaved in quite a bit of time, maybe he’d do it later. Maybe not. Swallowing all amount of anxiety Dean pushed the bedroom door open to Sam’s room, “Sammy?” He cleared his throat slowly walking in.

There was a slight shuffling and the sound of papers, there Sam was sitting on the edge of his bed. Putting away countless of papers and god knew what else, his room was a mess which was highly unlike the young Winchester. Dean’s eyes scanned the room taking in the mess, frowning worriedly—but this wasn’t why he was there. “I needed to...uhh talk to you about....you know. The thing that happened.”

Only if Dean could see his little brother’s face that was hidden away under that long dark hair, but he could see Sam’s lips straighten. The young Winchester straightened up where he sat tossing his head up brushing the hair from his face, “Dean...” He started, “We really—“

Dean stepped towards him, “No, we really do, Sam. This isn’t something you can brush off like some bad sunburn. This is big, like Jurassic park one sort of big.” He grew silent licking his lips looking back to the floor, wishing sometime in his life he would stop comparing things. This wasn’t the time nor the place. That’s when Sam shifted on the bed slightly sitting back propping himself on his hands, head tilted.

“Alright, let’s talk about it. You were killed by Metatron and became a demon. You and Crowley were BFF’s, oh...and you tried to kill me.” By the end of Sam’s tiny rant he was standing up standing in front of Dean, it was clear to both of them that Sam was tired. He was tired mentally and psychically, the male needed sleep. Sam took another step towards his brother grabbing his wrist and flipped it over pointing at the mark, “This thing. We are going to find a way to get rid of it. I don’t want to lose you again, Dean. I don’t know if next time I’ll be able to do what I did today.” His grip had tightened on Dean’s wrist, running a thumb over the smooth skin.

Dean looked down at Sam’s hand, “I hurt you, didn’t I? As a demon.”

Sam sighed, his grip loosened on Dean’s wrist letting it fall, “You were a demon, Dean. And I knew it wasn’t you,” It was a little of a lie, Sam knew the demon side of Dean was nothing but what rage his brother had built inside. And it was ALOT. A scary amount actually. “You didn’t get anywhere. I’m still standing here.”

Did that mean Sam forgave him? Forgave him for all this chaos he had caused. Hell, Dean would have forgiven Sam. “I’m sorry, Sam.” Dean said in a hushed tone, staring over his brother’s face for any sort of reaction. When he got none he spoke again, “This cure thing for the mark. We do it together, alright?”

Sam simply nodded giving his brother a small warm smile, reaching out pulling him into a loose hug. “Yeah, together.”

As Dean pulled back he smiled, not one of his usual smiles, but this one was hopeful. All Dean needed was Sam at his side and he wouldn’t exchanged the world for that. “Does this mean we aren’t getting a divorce?”

[ @dwimpala-67 ]

[sinfulbrothers]

Seriously?

People sending anons to RPers over 20 telling them to get a life because they RP. That’s so stupid!

Are there any RPers out there who are over 25? Wouldn’t it be nice to show the RPC that RPing is not only for teens? Most of us have been here for years because we love writing and we love the characters we’ve created and the stories we’ve written and the friends we’ve made.

Please reblog if you agree and you’re 21+