#Creep!Dean

[completelymindfucked]

Amber Alert issued for missing 18 year old boy

[sammybeann]

So there's been a lil interest in me continuing this lil guy, so I've decided to make it a whole ass fic. So enjoy the filler chapter for now, as I have COVID and have lost my will to live. I promise it'll get more delicious, though, and we'll dial creep!Dean up to 100.

So what if Sam gets injured on a hunt, tossed around like a ragdoll by an angry vengeful spirit and smacks his pretty little head hard against a concrete wall?

Dean ends up finishing the spirit out, but Sammy is out fucking cold so he has little choice but to take him to the hospital. 

Finally, Sam wakes up and Dean's relief is immediate and immense, and that was until Sam made eye contact, glossy, confused hazel eyes meeting Dean's before asking "who the hell are you? Where am I?!"

The doctor comes in before Dean can answer, shooing the older Winchester out of the room so he can assess Sam's condition. 

Minutes felt like hours before the doctor emerged from the room, his brows furrowed as he explained to Dean that it appeared Sam was suffering from a pretty bad case of amnesia, only remembering certain events in his life, but had no recollection of people, unable to name off any family members or friends. And though his physical injuries would heal and he'd be okay, he wasn't sure Sam would ever recover his memories. 

When Dean re-emerged into Sam's room, he was met once again with an apprehensive look from the baby brother who once looked up at him with stars in his eyes instead of caution. 

After some prying, Dean had come to learn Sam knew his own name, remembered Stanford but nobody there, and mentioned memories of creatures and monsters, but still had no idea who the rough looking man in a dirty leather jacket with blood from Sam's head wound still on his hands was. 

"So, who are you, anyway?" He asked for the second time. 

Before he could really think about it, fight with the devil and angel on his shoulder on whether or not he should betray Sam's trust like this, cross a line he'd never be able to come back from, the words already left his mouth. 

"I'm your husband," he told Sam, who's eyebrows shot up comically high. "I...uh... we've been together since we were teenagers. Got married last year, the whole nine. We...we don't wear rings 'cause those monsters you talked about - they're real. We kill 'em."

Sam went white as a ghost. It wasn't as if this man was unattractive, and sure, he had been curious about the other sex growing up but he never thought he'd actually settle down with a whole ass man. There was also the news of the supernatural, sending a shock to his already overwhelmed system. 

"I...I don't...monsters, really? How the fuck am I supposed to kill monsters?! How am I married?! Oh, God. What am I supposed to do?!" An exasperated Sam exclaimed, big, watery doe eyes staring up at Dean, looking at him like he was his lifeline now, like Dean was his God that could fill in all the gaps for him. 

Guilt bubbled up inside Dean's chest, ugly and festering, but damn if that look from Sam didn't make it all worth it. He had his baby brother on a hook now, dependent and reliant on the only person he had. 

Dean bent down and ran a hand through Sam's mop of hair, leaning in to press a firm kiss against his forehead. 

"Hey, s'okay, baby. I'm here. I'll take care of you," he mumbled against Sam's clammy skin. "I got you."

Yeah, there was no was Dean wasn't going to hell for this, especially when Sam reached out to grab Dean's wrist, pulling his hand down to rest his cheek against Dean's callused palm. 

"Okay," Sam whispered brokenly. "I trust you."

[apocalyypse]

s4ep7 // s4ep13 // s10ep13 // s10ep23 // s11ep4 // s15ep5

[crucifysam]

i love dean coercing a more impressionable, naive sam into getting drunk just so he can take care of him afterwards. sliding over one beer after the other, distracting sam with stupid, nonsensical conversations till he can barely tip the can back. dean doing it for him, bringing it to sams lips like a bottle, coaxing him to keep drinking in this. hushed, nurturing tone. wiping the excess beer and drool from sams chin with his sleeve. telling sam how good he’s being. and when sam looks at him, flushed, glossy doe eyes, fists clenching deans shirt, pleading for dean to make his baby brother feel better, dean’ll hold his hair back as he wretches. having his finger hooked around sams bottom row of teeth, opening his jaw wider & wider & wider. giving him water and laying him down and rocking him till sam falls asleep. guys.

[flowers-in-your-basement]

(please read tags, this gets dark)

Dean's first kiss was with his father. That sounds bad, he knows but when he says it to himself he always wants to defend his dad.

it was late and dad was drunk and he thought that Dean was Mary. Nothing more than that. It was barely even a kiss, dry lips and the taste of alcohol.

He was ten.

It was his first, and he didn't mind. He didn't mind at all, tried to kiss back when dad first kissed him, but John pulled away.

The second time he kissed his dad it wasn't an accident. This time it was Dean's fault. Sixteen and sick, sick with unwanted lust for everything he shouldn't have, sick of the life he lived, sick of everything.

He couldn't have sam. But god did he want to.

He wanted dad and he could have that. One pill slipped into his whiskey later he did- shushing his dad as he groped him on the motel bed, reached his hand into his dad's pants.

John didn't remember.

He didn't the next time or the next. After that though- things got slippery. He liked to pretend that dad knew,why he drank with his eyes on Dean.

willingly given.

[panicroomsammy]

Dean checking out 18 year old college girls let’s goooo

[writinginthesecrettrees]

Dean Winchester meeting a woman in Chastity Group and deciding "I'mma hit that" is peak Creep!Dean and I don't know if I love that or hate that for him.

[blacknidstang]

I am always always torn between "teen little sammy lusting so hard for his hot big brother while dean is so utterly oblivious. Just does not ever considers sam in sexual way even tho he loves him more than what gods can comprehend. His whole world is his baby brother but not in sexual creepy way " and "dean literally wants to devour his little baby brother when he is still too young. It makes him feel like a monster, he compensate that by being the good son, by being obedient, a good protective brother, a gentle lover while fucking others. Deep down he is burying his desire rip his tiny brother to pieces like a hungry wolf. he becomes a skilled ruthless hunter, shedding blood across the country, reminding himself that there are worse creatures than him when all he wants is to crawl over sleeping sam and claim him, fuck him and eat him and drink him"

[samofmine]

on my mind 24/7 lately a very creepy dean that does not deal with sam leaving for stanford in a normal way and starts to actively stalking him and terrifying everyone on campus while sam just tries to ignore him and doesn't tell anyone that the freak that's been spying through the classes' windows and harrassing teachers and students is actually his big brother (and definitely doesn't tell anyone he secretely likes it)

[inbredbrotherhood]

People on TikTok getting into SPN and dismissing Dean’s very much predatory behaviour as “OOC” writing is so funny. Nope! Dean likes too young girls, he thinks about telling Sam how attractive their mum is and he’s weirdly possessive of baby brother. He’s just creepy! He’d fuck anything that moves. He went out of his way to find out how many girls on a high school cheerleading squad were legal and then proceeded to ask his brother to guess (meaning he wouldn’t have cared if he said a girl who was underage as long as he possibly got to screw the ones that weren’t).

Do not rewrite Dean! He’s perfect as he is.

[completelymindfucked]

When Dean feels neglected and unwanted, he puts a little bit of rat poison into the smoothies Sam likes to drink. Not enough to seriously hurt him! No, just enough to get Sammy sick and clingy. It makes him feel somewhat guilty until Sammy’s all nauseous and upset needing his big brother to take care of him and make him feel better.

[youchoseeachother]

Sam, getting to know Dean in season 1.

[nostalgicbones]

I’M A CREEP, I’M A WEIRDO

-> what the hell am i doing here?

i don’t belong here // godstiel <-

( youtube | my amvs )

[samdeancrimespree]

the implications of the opening scene of mystery spot when dean is digging through (presumably) HIS shit on HIS bed. and lifts up a bra and goes “this yours?” to sam. dean is so fucking obsessed with his brothers tits that he sees a bra and jokes that it’s sam’s. he also thinks it’s sooo funny and totally not weird to imply that not only is his brother a girl, but his brother is a girl who slept with him. and he’s right about it not being weird because all sam does is roll his eyes. he’s that used to it.

[lambmotifz]

dean canonically has an incest kink and loves feminizing his little brothersister. you can’t tell me that he did not fantasize about sam’s long legs in a mini dress/skirt at least once

[sammybeann]

Sammy has had an oral fixation since the day he was born. Pacifiers were a fucking godsend during his first few years of life, but by the time he had turned three John deemed little Sam too old to be sucking on a piece of rubber so he pulled it right from baby Sammy's sweet mouth and tossed it in the garbage.

When their father had left the wee Winchester kids at the seedy motel to check out a lead on a case, 7 year old Dean had fished the pacifier out of the trash, giving it a thorough wash before giving it back to his baby brother.

"You have to hide it though, Sammy. So daddy doesn't take it away." Dean had warned, an enthusiastic Sam nodding, big dimpled smile brighter than the sun. 

"Yay! 'Kay, Dee. I pwomise!"

Eventually, after an impressive year of hiding the forbidden item, John had caught Sam when he came home early one night. Sam had been sleeping curled up next to Dean, soaking up his warmth in the chilly, poor insulated motel room, the pacifier hanging from Sam's parted lips. 

John shut that shit down real fast, so for the second and last time, John had pulled it from Sam's mouth, waking him almost immediately. 

To say Sam was an absolute nightmare after that was an understatement. Nights were hell, Sam kicking his legs and demanding his 'sucky', snot and tears running down his little cheeks as he begged and plead, his tantrums baring no fruit however. 

Eventually, John had gone out to the bar one night a few weeks after, mumbling about how he was going to blow his own brains out if he had to listen to Sam's whining for one more night, leaving poor Dean to deal with a relentless Sam. 

"Sammy, c'mon, bud," Dean sighed as they lay in bed, a trembling Sam spooned in front of him. "I don't sleep with a sucky, don't you wanna be a big boy like me?" 

"No!" Sam exclaimed defiantly. "I want sucky!" 

An idea popped into Dean's head as he soothed his hand up and down his brother's side, feeling each rib beneath the worn, way too big Metallica shirt Sam wore to bed. He wasn't sure it would even make a difference, but desperate times and all that. 

Removing his hand from Sam's side, he moved it to the front of his brother's face, sticking his middle and ring fingers out. 

"Suck," he instructed a confused Sam. "Might make you feel better."

Sam sniffled, apprehensive. But eventually he took Dean's wrist, skinny little fingers wrapping around it as he guided Dean's fingers into his mouth. 

He could taste the salt on Dean's fingertips with notes of nacho cheese from the Doritos his brother had eaten earlier, but as the pads of his fingers slid across Sam's tongue and his lips wrapped around them, the tears suddenly stopped. 

Closing his eyes he began to suckle, and sure enough, a few minutes later he was out like a light.

That's how the nightly ritual of Sam sucking Dean's fingers to sleep started, and even as he grew older, baby teeth falling out and big boy teeth replacing them, it was a habit he didn't break. 

Of course Sam aging meant Dean was aging too, puberty hitting him like a fucking freight train. After one night, while Sammy was sucking hard on Dean's fingers during a particularly restless night of sleep, Dean had been mortified when he felt his 15 year old cock harden, Sam's small, plump little ass pressed up against his crotch doing absolutely nothing to help matters. 

He ripped his fingers out of Sam's mouth so fast that his baby brother nearly bit them off in surprise before gracelessly shuffling out of the bed to beeline it to the bathroom. 

A cold shower later and a bucket full of shame, Dean had to break the news to Sam that he couldn't have Dean's fingers anymore, telling him he was too old for it now and that dad would rip Dean's hand off and Sam's tongue out if he knew what they were doing. 

Despite the fight Sam had put up, Dean remained headstrong and stood his ground on the matter, resulting in Sam's prepubescent voice declaring that he hated Dean as he climbed out of the bed, dramatically striding over to the bathroom where he locked himself in for the rest of the night. 

Days passed, and Sam, the stubborn little shit still did everything in his power to ice Dean out, refusing eye contact with him, ignoring him when he spoke, even going as far as to deny the last slice of pizza Dean had offered him as an olive branch. It stung, but Dean was sure he was doing the right thing. 

To Dean's dismay, while the suckling had stopped his growing arousal surrounding his brother did not, and even as the guilt festered deep and ugly inside his gut, all he could think about was Sammy's tongue, the way his soft, pink lips looked wrapped around his fingers, how his dimples would peek out when he would suckle with a particular urgency when having a vivid dream. He missed the wet, squelch of it. 

Dean was going straight to hell, but as he and Sam lay in the darkness on opposite beds one night when John had left them to their own devices once again, he caved. 

"Sammy," he whispered, glancing over to the opposite bed, eyeing the dark silhouette of Sam's form. "You up?"

Sam, still intent on ignoring Dean remained silent, feigning slumber. 

Clearing his throat before inhaling sharply, all Deans resolve dissipated. Fuck it. 

"Do you want sucky?" 

The question hung heavy in the air, and seconds ticked away before the sound of Sam shuffling out of bed filled the quiet of the room. Without saying a word, Sam climbed into Dean's bed, pulling the scratchy motel comforter over his body as he molded himself to Dean's front, fitting there like a puzzle piece. 

Remaining silent, he reached behind him and searched for Dean's hand, gripping his wrist once he located it before bringing it up and over, lips parting as he slid those now thicker fingers into his hot little mouth. 

Dean felt his cock begin to stir almost immediately, and while Sam began to doze off, Dean remained wide awake. 

After a good 20 minutes, he felt Sammy's mouth go slack, and that would normally be when Dean separated his fingers from it, but this time he simply changed the angle of his hand, letting his baby brother drool into his palm until it was dripping with Sammy saliva. 

And if he stumbled to the bathroom after to yank his boxers down and furiously jerk his now rock hard member using his precious little Sammy's spit, well then nobody had to know. 

Yeah, there was no way he didn't have a first class ticket straight to hell.