#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.

[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.

[atticwifesam]

'dean would not chain sam up in a basement' post-hell dean so would, he got sam locked in the panic room and stalked him after he escaped. that is canon. ❤️❤️

[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 )

[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.

[lambmotifz]

[alitgblog]

meant to post this after last week's dumping where everyone turned on us for NO reason as if they ALL don't like Tristan

[youchoseeachother]

Sam, getting to know Dean in season 1.

[sammybeann]

Dean knew just the amount of whiskey it took to have Sam incoherent, knew just how many beers Sam needed to guzzle down to have him on the verge of blacking out and he held that knowledge close to his heart. 

Dean had just picked Sammy up from Stanford, Jess had burnt to a crisp on the ceiling, dad made his hasty exit from the world and Sam was a shell of himself. Broody, moodier than usual, closed off.

It was the wrong time to tell Sam how he felt, the feelings that had been festering like a necrotic hole in his chest since he was old enough to realize what love versus lust was, so what else could he do but get baby brother so hammered that he couldn't walk straight, push him back into the mattress of whatever sad excuse of a bed in whatever sad of excuse of a motel they were in and take advantage? 

Was it really taking advantage, though? Dean wondered with his tongue shoved into Sam's slack lips, his brother far too intoxicated to reciprocate. Sam wanted this too. He had to of. This was just Dean making the first move, dipping his toes in the water. A practice run. What Sam didn't know wouldn't hurt him. That's what Dean told himself, at least, as Sam was vomiting up big brother come the next morning that he didn't remember swallowing the night before, Dean's fingers rubbing comforting circles into Sammy's back as he grumbled about not remembering a thing, how he'd never drink again. 

He always ended up drinking again, though. Dean made sure of it, and if he questioned why his ass was sore the night after, Dean had no qualms about making up a story that Sam had fallen ass first onto a metal rail from the bed. 

Sam would understand one day should he find out, but for now, Dean had no problem deluding himself as he poured another shot down his baby brother's throat.