#attribute:determined_sam

[soulhusbands]

“Hi, what’s your name?” Dean asked his reflection, knowing she couldn’t answer and wondering if this girl, whoever she was, would be waking up in his body somewhere.

Only one way to find out, Dean decided. He opened the bathroom door and stepped out, meaning to find a phone and call, well, himself, when he stopped dead. Everything seemed to grind to a halt, going in comical slow-motion as the guy he’d woken in the same bed as, sat up, pushed messy bangs out of his eyes and looked over at Dean with a lazy, still half-asleep smile.

“Mornin’, Jess,” he greeted, a wide yawn splitting his face in two.

“Hey Sam,” Dean said, voice coming out in a strained whisper.

Keep your hands off my girl by kellifer_fic

- Sam/Dean (implied), Sam/Jess - Mature - Canon compliant, pre-series, Stanford era - Bodyswapped!Dean, bodyswapped!Jess, curses&magic - ~4.8k [more on pinboard]

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[soulhusbands]

Sam tries to rehearse the conversation in his head, while they're driving, or he's working out, or he's brushing his teeth. It never fails to put a sinking feeling in his stomach. 

Parts of the conversation are impossible for Sam to envision ("Hi, Dean, so I'm under this fatal curse with an easy fix, but on the whole, having thought about it, nah"), but Dean calling him a selfish bastard—that part is easy. 

For some reason, Sam thinks of the time more than fifteen years ago when he got out of the car in the middle of nowhere, and took his bags out of the trunk, and he walked toward Cali while Dean drove to Indiana.

- The operative word by road_rhythm

- Sam/Dean - Explicit - Canon divergent - Fuck or die, consent issues, author chose not to warn* - ~33.8k [more on pinboard]

*Choosing not to warn is a warning itself. We decided to honor the author’s wishes and tag accordingly; however, we’re available to answer any concern you might have via private ask.