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loversofthegrave · 11 months ago
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pre-series baby sammy n dean. those little spuds grew up in each others pockets
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samanddean76 · 2 months ago
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Be Good (HozierNatural 2024)
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Hozier Song: It Will Come Back
Author: SamandDean76
Beta: jdl71
Artist: i-already-know-im-going-2-hell
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 12,210
Pairing/s: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Sam Winchester/Rory Gilmore
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Dean Forester, Rory Gilmore, Bobby Singer, John Winchester, Barbara Forester, Lorelai Gilmore, Original Characters
Warnings: Rape/Non-Con
Additional Tags: Pre-Series Sam Winchester, Pre-Series Dean Winchester, Emotionally Hurt Sam Winchester, Protective Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester Is Not Okay, Minor Character Death, First Time
Summary: John leaves Sam and Dean at a motel to go on a hunt. After spending a week alone, the owner calls CPS and the boys are taken into custody. The last thing Dean tells 8-year-old Sam is to ‘be good’, and once separated Sam does his best to do just that. But once Sam realizes that he won’t be going back to either John or Dean ever again, his stubborn streak kicks in and he will only answer to the name Dean. Sam gets adopted by the Foresters, who move to Chicago and then Stars Hollow. Where he meets Rory Gilmore.
Dean is left to rot in the system, after being deemed too violent, and eventually ages out. He tries to find Sam but fails as Sam Winchester no longer exists. Dean seeks out Bobby, and ends up moving in with the hunter, working as a mechanic in between searching for Sam.
A lucky break results in Dean finding a small-town newspaper that features the MVP of the Stars Hollow High School hockey team, who bears a striking resemblance to Sam. Dean heads out to Connecticut and finds Sam, safe and sound, but thoroughly humiliated by his crush. Before they leave, they seek the revenge that soothes Sam’s soul. And leaves Dean wondering what the hell happened to the innocent little boy he used to know.
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I would like to give a great big thank you to @i-already-know-im-going-2-hell for creating such amazing art for the story! It was a real treat to be able to work with them! And thanks to jdl71 for being an awesome beta! I also want to thank the mods who ran the @hoziernaturalevents bang this year! They kept everything in order and made a warm and welcoming atmosphere for everyone to enjoy!
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velcroedshoe · 2 months ago
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Pre series Sam Winchester I heart you
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completelymindfucked · 4 months ago
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instead of a 4 year age gap, it’s 10. Deans 19, living life hooking up with girls, the works. Then Sammy’s 9 and he has nobody besides Dean, the kids still whip smart reading psychology books and such. So when Dean is too busy with Amanda from 3 trailers down in the middle of bumfuck nowhere Wyoming, Sam goes into the kitchen to get some food. Deans up in a instant at the sound of shattering glass of course, running into the kitchen to find his little brother all guilty looking and teary eyed.
Sams babbling and pleading “I’m sorry de I was hungry I didn’t want to bother you” there’s a shattered jar of pickles at his feet and Dean feels like the scum of the damn earth cause how dare he makeout with girls instead of feeding Sam? He kicks Amanda out “sorry babe, brother stuff rain check?” And gets to work on making grilled cheese with the last of their loaf of bread while Sams all smiles sitting on the counter soaking up his big brothers attention, Dean doesn’t have to know Sam smashed the jar on purpose.
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coca-colas-truck-driver · 4 months ago
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spn2006 · 4 months ago
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thinking about the years that sam was at stanford and it was just dean and john alone together, for really the first time in dean’s entire life. do you ever wonder how quiet the car rides must’ve been? how restless dean was, sleeping for the first time in a room with no sam. how many times do you think john almost bought extra supplies for sammy at whatever run down drug store he ran into, just as a force of habit. do you think the two of them ever grieved, knowing their sweet boy was still alive but practically dead to them. and what about the arguments they must’ve had, when the absence of sam got so overwhelming and they had to blame someone and had nothing else to do but shout at each other—but never loud enough for sam to hear.
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bitchface24-7 · 4 months ago
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Imagine this… Dean visits Sam at Stanford behind Johns back
(fuck you john 👊😒)
When Sam got kicked out with a busted lip, a pre-packed duffle bag, and tears in his eyes, he didn’t expect Dean to follow him. He didn’t expect Dean to offer to drive him to the nearest bus-stop to get to Stanford in one piece. He didn’t expect the overwhelming hug Dean gave him before he left (No chick-flick moments, Sammy! He remembers Dean saying all the time. Dean’s a bit of a hypocrite)
He doesn’t expect to see tears watering his big brothers vision before he leaves. He doesn’t expect Dean to still be at the bus-stop as the bus rolls away; leaning against baby and waving demurely. Sam didn’t expect most things that night. But above all else;
Sam didn’t expect to find a slip of paper sneakily shoved into his hoodie pocket, it’s a phone number he doesn’t recognize.
It’s for a burner phone Dad has no idea existed.
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Life at Stanford is everything Sam ever dreamed of! It’s relaxing, calming, interesting… boring.
Don’t get Sam wrong, he loves it here! He loves the atmosphere, how everyone here wants to be here. He loves the library, his classes (he doesn’t get some of his pre-requisites though. Why is he taking an art course as a pre-law student? Whatever…) and the friends he’s made here.
Brady his roommate is a bit of a slob, prefers parties over studying, and is a bit of a mischief maker. But he makes it up to Sam, he’s a surprisingly good cook. Jess became his best friend on the second day of classes. She’s the best. She’s funny, witty, outgoing, and really pretty. She’s got green eyes, freckles, and this beautiful smile (no she doesn’t look like anyone Sam knows. Shut up.)
There’s a few others but Sam isn’t as close with them. All in all, it’s been pretty good here. But, he’s still bored. He never thought he’d say this, but he misses the adrenaline of the hunts. He misses researching into unknown lore and going undercover (relatively unsuccessfully) with his brother. He misses the bickering, the inside-jokes, the snarkiness, and garbage eating habits. He misses Dean.
He’s been calling Dean quite a bit on the hidden burner number he gave him all those months ago. It’s a good substitute; but not enough. He misses Dean’s smile, his laugh, his presence, his smell. It’s especially gotten bad knowing Dad fucked off to do his own hunts, leaving Dean to fend for himself. Sam doesn’t like knowing that Dean is hunting solo, he’s not there to help if something happens.
So imagine Sam’s surprise when there’s a knock on his dorm room door. Not just any knock; it’s a secret one. One made up in the dead of night almost a decade ago now so Sam knows it’s safe. He knows who’s knocking.
It’s Dean.
Sam bolts up off his twin bed and rushes to the door. It’s a good thing Brady isn’t here; Sam’s not in the mood to explain himself. Sam whips the door open and feels the air escape his lungs in a swift blow. It’s Dean. He’s here. It’s Dean.
Dean. Dean. Dean. Dean. De—
Before his brother even has a chance to greet him, Sam throws himself into Deans arms, hunching himself so he’s smaller than usual, and shoving his face into Deans neck; rejuvenating himself on his brothers scent. It’s a mixture of leather, oil, old spice deodorant, and something distinctly Dean that has Sam sighing in content.
Dean just chuckles, which sends a shiver down Sam’s spine, “Miss me that much?” Sam can hear the smirk in Dean’s tone. Sam rolls his eyes, “Jerk.”
Instantaneously Dean replies with a small, “Bitch.” Sam drags Dean into the inside of his dorm room, thank god it’s relatively clean. Sam might’ve just offed himself if it was a pigsty when Dean came to surprise visit him.
“What’re you doing here?” Sam asks, awe and reverence clear in his tone. Dean must’ve not heard that since he grimaced a bit, anxiously fidgeting with the amulet Sam gave him all those Christmas’ ago, “What? I can’t see my baby brother?”
Sam rolls his eyes and shoots Dean bitch face number 46, “Y’know what I mean Dean. Is there a hunt of some kind or…” the implication sits heavily in the air. Did you come just to see me?
Deans jaw clenches before responding, “I just wanted to see you. Catch up a bit.” Sam can’t help but beam a broad grin towards his older brother, he can feel his dimples popping. Dean’s cheeks flushed the tiniest bit as he runs a hand through his hair.
“Well…” Sam starts, his voice cracking a bit in his flustered state. Dean quirks an eyebrow, a smug smirk growing on his pretty pink lips. Before he can tease Sam, Sam quickly continues his sentence, “I can show you around the campus. If you’d like…”
Deans smirk turns into a smile at the suggestion, “Wanna show me off to all your college buddies? Damn Sammy, didn’t know you were the possessive type.” Sam clenches his jaw and can almost physically feel his eyes darken at the suggestion, “Well… we are cut from the same cloth Dean.”
Dean just stares a bit at Sam before briefly licking his lips and looking away, “Alright! Take me on a tour Sasquatch.” Sam rolls his eyes and drags Dean out of his room. He’s gonna take him on the best goddamn tour this school has ever seen!
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Deans missed Sam. He’s missed all his snooty looks and snarky one liners. He’s missed his smile and his laugh. He’s missed his whiny tone whenever Dean embarrasses him (forever his little brother) so seeing Sam now is like whiplash of the severest degree.
Sam grew up. Sam got hot.
Dean knows he shouldn’t be thinking about his 18 year old brother that way. It’s wrong. It’s filthy. Sam probably knows about Deans fucked up thoughts and that’s why he left. But… Sam was ecstatic to see Dean. Running up and hugging him like he was 8 years old again.
Sam may act like a kid; but he sure as shit doesn’t look like one. He’s tall, taller than Dean now. He’s filled out. No longer tall like a pole and as thin as one too; no Sammy’s packed on quite a bit of muscle. His face has lost any baby-fat that was once on it. All high cheekbones, a sharp jawline, pretty nose, plump pink lips, and fox-like eyes. Dean feels like a creep checking out his brother but… fuck Sammy’s gorgeous.
He’s the best goddamn view in this whole campus.
Dean is barely paying attention to what Sam is saying, he feels a bit bad. It’s almost like he’s in Charlie Brown. He doesn’t hear any of the words Sam is saying, he’s just appreciating Sam and his prettiness.
It’s isn’t until Sam mentions the cafeteria does he get Deans full attention.
“Cafeteria?” Dean questions, a small sparkle in his eye. He drove about 3 hours to get here, he’s fucking starving. Sammy laughs boisterously, swinging an arm around to land on Deans shoulders as he tucks him close to his side. It’s shouldn’t get Dean hot under the collar. It does.
“Yup. All the goodies, like a smaller version of the food courts you see at the mall. There’s some food options, multiple coffee options, It’s pretty sweet. It’s all sponsored by the university. And since I got in on a full-ride scholarship; it’s essentially all free. For me at least.”
Dean feels like he’s drooling. Thank god for Sammy and his massive brain! Before Dean can even question where this glorious cafeteria is, Sam’s dragging him. Deans been allowing Sam to do that a lot recently, huh?
They eventually get to the cafeteria and get all their food. Dean obviously gets a burger loaded with all the good stuff, fries, and a massive fountain drink. Sam gets a salad, a coffee, and reluctantly adds a small thing of fries and grilled chicken to his order; Dean’s nagging of “real food” finally won.
Sam just gives the cashier at the kiosk his student ID badge, she scans it, and they’re free to sit in the cafeteria. Dean almost feels famous.
Dean was expecting to pig out with his brother. He wasn’t expecting to pig out with Sam’s friends.
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Sam almost chokes on a mouthful of salad when he sees Brady and Jess casually walking over to where Sam and Dean are sitting to eat with them. Before he can say anything, Jess breaks the silence for them.
“Hey, I’m Jess! This is Brady. Who’re you?” She sweetly asks Dean. Dean just raises he eyebrows and swallows a bite of his burger. “I’m Dean. I came to visit Sammy.”
“Sammy?” Brady questions, a small laugh in his tone, “Sam nearly ripped my face off when I called him that once.” Jess nudges Brady in the ribs and he bends over slightly in pain.
Dean purses his lips and smugly looks over to Sam who’s flushed as red as a strawberry. He’s picking at his salad now and mutters, “Only Dean can call me that.” Jess giggles and ushers Brady to sit down, they sit a bit away from the two pretty men to ensure there’s enough room on the table for all their stuff.
“So Dean,” Jess starts before taking a sip of her iced coffee, “How long have you known Sam?”
Dean just quirks an eyebrow at her. Did Sam not tell them about him? Fine. If he’s embarrassed by Dean, Dean’s gonna embarrass Sam right back! Dean looks over to Sam who looks like he wants to be anywhere else but here.
“His whole life. I’ve known him since he was a baby and I was four. I’ve been by his side for every milestone.”
Jess beams a grin at the two of them and lightly claps her hands together, “That’s so sweet! You got any baby pics of Sam?” Dean smirks at her mischievous grin as Sam groans and slides down his seat, hands covering his face. Brady just laughs and continues to eat.
“Sorry sweetheart, they’re in my other jacket.” Dean jokes as he eats a fry. Jess over-dramatically sighs, “Damn it. Maybe next time?” She jokes. Dean just smiles and nods his head once. Dean likes Jess.
Sam shoots both of them bitch face number 5 before continuing to eat. Every once in a while Jess and Brady shoot each other a look; as if silently communicating. Dean doesn’t really care that much, he’s with Sam. That’s all that matters.
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Jess has never, in the year her and Sam have been at Stanford, seen this look on Sam’s face before. He’s all doe-eyed and blushy towards the handsome man that introduced himself as Dean. She’s never seen such a star-struck expression on her friend before. It’s nauseatingly cute.
Sam’s got phenomenal taste.
Jess just continues to watch the two of them as she wonders to herself, “How long have these two been dating?”
Judging by the shared looks, inside jokes, dopey expressions, and an unmeasurable amount of love thrown by the two of them. Jess wouldn’t be surprised if they’re childhood sweethearts.
It’s only when Dean loudly laughs at a joke Sam said do the pieces click together.
“Hold on. You’re phone guy!” Jess exclaims excitedly. Dean just looks over to Jess, Brady stops eating, and Sam looks like he wants to kill himself.
“Phone guy?” Dean gruffly questions, looking over to Sam for some clarification but just gets met with a horrified face.
Jess continues on, ignoring Sam’s pleading look, “You’re the guy Sam spends hours talking on the phone with. You’ve got a personalized ringtone and everything so he never misses one of your calls. It’s kinda cute actually.”
Dean just smiles and says, “Is that so?” Sam really looks like he wants to throw himself off a cliff.
Before anymore teasing can occur, Sam picks up both his and Deans garbage, tossing it out as quickly as he can before dragging Dean away from his two friends with a burning face.
All he can hear is Jess’ and Brady’s laughter as he scampers away with his brother. “It was nice meeting you Dean!” Jess yells, a broad grin on her pretty face as she waves the two men goodbye. “You too Jess!” Dean yells back just as loudly.
Sam is going to kill himself.
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Brady looks at Jess and says one sentence, “They’re totally fucking.”
Without missing a beat, Jess replies “ Oh a million percent. I recommend you don’t go back to your dorm for the next few hours.”
Brady sighs and continues to eat, “Definitely.”
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Back at Sam’s dorm is a cacophony of laughter from Dean and pleading from Sam.
“Dean please shut up. It’s not that funny!” Sam whines. Dean just laughs even harder, “Phone guy? Are you kidding me?! This is the best day ever!”
Sam eventually gets fed up at the laughter and tackles his brother to his twin sized bed. Wrestling him to get him to shut up. Although Dean is shorter than Sam now, he’s still stronger; eventually pinning Sam down beneath him.
The two just pant heavily as the tension grows thicker and thicker as the seconds pass on. Eventually, Dean breaks the silence.
“Why haven’t you mentioned me to any of your friends?” Sam gulps at the dark look Dean throws his way. What does he even say in response to that?
Because they’ll know how much of a freak I am?
I love you too much for it to just be considered brotherly.
I’m scared.
Sam just gapes like a fish for a few seconds before demurely looking off to the side, his eyes filled with tears, “You’ll think I’m a freak.”
At that proclamation, Dean rears back a bit and immediately tries to get that solemn expression off his baby brothers face, “No I wouldn’t.” At Sam’s shake of his head, Dean firmly repeats his statement, “I wouldn’t.”
Sam bites his lip, debating if he should tell the truth. Dean always knows when Sam lies so… what’s the point? Time to ruin the best thing Sam’s ever had in his life.
“I love you.” Sam quietly stated. The room is so quiet you can hear a pin drop.
“I love you too?” Dean says. Of course he loves him. It’s Sammy.
Sam rolls his eyes at his brothers obliviousness and shoots him a look, “No Dean. I love you.”
Deans eyebrows furrow before his eyes widen and his mouth drops open a bit. He can’t mean. No. No way. No way does his Sammy love him the same way Dean does. Sammy is pure. He’s perfect. He isn’t fucked up like Dean is.
As Dean sits in Sam’s lap in astonishment, Sam feels his eyes water. This was a mistake, he shouldn’t have said anything. As Sam moves to push Dean off, he gets the surprise of a lifetime.
Dean kisses him.
Full on gives Sam one of the most passionate kisses he’s ever experienced.
When the two eventually pull away from one another, they connect foreheads and pant together. Sam looks desperately at Dean. Don’t get my hopes up. Not here. Not now.
Dean eventually fulfills every wish and dream Sam’s had since he was 14 years old. He says the damming words back.
“I love you too.” Before kissing Sam again.
Sam didn’t expect much of anything when his Dad kicked him out and he went to Stanford. He especially didn’t expect this.
But Sam couldn’t be happier.
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peachywincest93 · 4 months ago
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Dean Winchester*
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samdeancrimespree · 8 months ago
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samdean having the same blood type is so important to me like icb we never saw them giving each other blood transfusions.
it would’ve been john’s idea at first… sam gets a serious injury on one of his first hunts and he’s losing blood but they’re in the woods and john— calm, ignoring the obvious horror and self-blame on dean’s face— orders dean to the car, go get the first aid kit. dean’s out of breath when he gets back, silently taking over putting pressure on sam’s wound, entire focus on keeping him awake, you’re okay sammy, just look at me. he barely takes notice of john until he’s pulling dean’s left hand off sam, pushing up his sleeve. dean doesn’t even glance at him until he feels something stick in his forearm. that’s when he looks, seeing plastic tubing and needles. he makes brief eye contact with his father, understanding despite never going to a doctor before, and turns back to sam. sam barely reacts to the needle in his arm, just a weak flutter of eyelids, and dean sits there in shock until john smacks him on the side of the head, ordering him to stand up. dean obeys, already a good soldier at 17. he stands over sam like a guardian angel, watching his blood travel down the tube into sam’s veins as john sews the hole in his abdomen shut.
john knows from looking at him that he must be lightheaded, but dean still insists on helping sammy back to the car, sticking close to him like he’ll die if he lets go.
both boys in the backseat, pale from blood loss, but alive. sam’s head is on dean’s shoulder, and deans arm is around him, blood-stained fingers dragging up and down his arm slowly, soothing.
john doesn’t even argue about them sharing a bed that night; he’s too tired. dean refuses to leave sam’s side for a moment, washing the blood and grime off sam’s face, hands and stomach without doing the same for himself. they fall asleep with sam’s face almost against dean’s chest and dean’s arms tight around him, feeling him breathing.
once they know they can, they do it a lot. dean offering when it’s really not necessary, and sam letting him, both pretending they don’t just enjoy sharing everything about themselves.
and Maybe when they get a drop of blood on their hands they just lick it off instead of dirtying their clothes and Maybe that’s where sam got his taste for blood from but who am i to say
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tsukiyo-7 · 9 months ago
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Yes, I will stay here for awhile For I need a break A break from the pressures of life And everything that lays in the palms of life's hands
He may have hit his grow spurt but he's still Dean's baby.
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lilacpaperbird · 4 months ago
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This is the Dean that lived THE 4th of July, 1996. Look at him. He lit some fireworks with his little brother in an empty field and it became one of the happiest moments of his life. I'm afraid I can't be normal about him.
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loversofthegrave · 11 months ago
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unapologetic filthy boys down south 💘 90s teenchesters 4eva
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samanddean76 · 1 year ago
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The Most Terrible Truths
Ship: John Winchester/Sam Winchester, Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 12.7K
Tags: Pre-Series Sam Winchester, Pre-Series John Winchester, Pre-Series Dean Winchester, Mid-Episode: s14e13 Lebanon, F*** Or Die, Truth Spells, Hurt Sam Winchester, Protective John Winchester, Sam Winchester Needs a Hug, John Winchester Uses His Words, John Winchester and Sam Winchester Fight About Stanford, John Winchester Finds Out About Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Good Parent John Winchester, I Know - Shocked Me As Well, Must Tell The Truth Or Dean Dies, So Many Words Are Used, Sam And John Have An Actual Moment, Top John Winchester, Bottom Sam Winchester, First Time
Eighteen-year-old Sam Winchester is faced with a terrible dilemma. With just a few days left before he is supposed to leave for Stanford, Dean was hurt on a hunt and the cure is a truth spell that can only be activated while Sam and John are closer than either of them has ever wanted to be. If either of them lies, Dean will never wake and simply die. But if they are both brutally honest with each other, then Dean will recover and be none the wiser. The only problem is that the shameful truth that Sam is clinging to so tenuously is one that will probably send John into a blind rage.
Author's Note: This is a story that shows that an uncommunicative father and a rebellious son might have more in common with each other than they ever thought possible. And that acceptance can come in the strangest of places when you least expect it.
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lambmotifz · 2 months ago
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ngl the more i rewatch spn the more i get convinced that sam and dean didn’t fuck pre canon
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completelymindfucked · 4 months ago
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Amber Alert issued for missing 18 year old boy
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coca-colas-truck-driver · 4 months ago
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