#sex in the impala

[xoxotsarevna]

[mybelovedghost]

I don’t want destiel right away. I want to watch 15 episodes of them with cas’s confession hanging over every moment. I want them to be working a long case and every chance Dean gets he tries to bring it up, but cas doesn’t let him. He thinks dean’s going to mock him. He doesn’t even ride in the car with Dean, he flies everywhere, which he hasn’t done in years. And then at the end of the case, I want cas to be about to hightail it out of there when Dean grabs his elbow and just softly says. “Please stay, Cas”

[lilylovelle]

they got me there 😭

links to the playlists btw if anyone wants them (none of them are mine):

my personal fave rn ^^ (it relates to me current situation a lot lol)

[samanddean76]

Sixty-Seven - Now It's Perfect 2024

Title: Sixty-Seven

Ship: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester

Rating: Mature | Word Count: 1,967

Tags: Post-Season/Series Finale, Dean Winchester In Heaven, Sam Winchester In Heaven, Reunion Sex, Sex in/on The Impala, Top Dean Winchester/Bottom Sam Winchester, Angst with a Happy Ending, Bacon, Fun With Numbers, Written for Now It's Perfect 2024

Summary: Numbers had always been important to them. They could mean the difference between life and death. Yet, most of the time Dean would scoff at any deeper meaning. But Sam had believed. Since he was little, he had trusted in things that were larger and grander than himself. And now his faith was about to be rewarded.

I would like to thank @digitalmeowmix for organizing this year's round of Now It's Perfect. It was so much fun to participate, and I hope everyone will check out all of the amazing stories in the collection!

Story on AO3 | Collection on AO3

[evieplaylists]

eternal sunshine of my spotless mind / playlist

my spin on the eternal sunshine of the spotless mind movie. i made the playlist reflecting on exes id like to forget & family issues that made me the way i am that i just wish i could erase and get a do over.

pls like & share if you enjoyed it or could relate

[my-secert-blog27]

Someone please give me some good songs/ artists to listen tooooo. I listen to everything and I’m open to any and all music! If you do,I’ll give you the biggest kiss on the cheek. Alright, I love you all and I’m so proud of you ❤️. I hope you have a wonderful day/ night, and remember my DM’s are always open for those who want to talk! 🫶

[motelsnleatherseats]

There was something special about Kansas in the summer. The days seemed to last forever with late sunsets and early sunrises, vibrant strokes of rich tone that eventually faded into water colors of blue sky or deep blankets of black, bejeweled by stars like spilled glitter. The air sits heavy and thick with the sweltering heat and down dirt roads, if it wasn't for the hum of cicadas, one could swear they could hear the sound of the Earth rotating in the dead of night.

Sam and Dean love Kansas summer nights. It feels like home, mostly to Dean because he remembers those nights when Mary would let him stay up every now and again to show him how to catch fireflies in a jar, his own little moving constellation behind glass. Sam lives in Dean's nostalgia, in every fond smile as his shining emerald eyes relive those memories that he'll never have, but that's good enough for him, to bear witness to the recollection of a time when things were normal for at least one of them.

Countless hours on the road would afford them pit stops to stretch their legs, have a beer, enjoy the weather or whatever scenic view they happened to stumble upon across state to state, but with roots firmly replanted back in Kansas, Dean drags Sam out at night for an evening of stargazing down a lampless, dark dirt road on some long stretch of farmland far enough away from city lights that would obstruct their view of the universe above them. The flattened topography of the Sunflower State gives them miles of visibility, and somewhere far off, bright little flashes illuminate clouds they couldn't tell were there before, a telltale sign of a thunder storm so typical of the season.

The Impala's parked off to the side of the road, and Dean decides it's better to lay out a blanket instead of sitting on the heated hood of his car, especially with the way Sam sweats. They're close enough to the car on the outskirts of the field that they leave the passenger door open and let the radio play them a soundtrack of Zeppelin. They're sat side by side, Dean's legs laid out in front of him, one hand behind him, palm to blanket with his weight leaned against it with a beer in the other, and Sam's got one knee bent, using it as an arm rest as he holds his beer bottle by the neck between three fingers. His eyes are towards the horizon, watching the glimmer of stars and noting now many of them streak across the sky, but Dean's eyes are on him, wondering if he ever made wishes on the cosmic dust as it burned up and faded out.

Sam can feel Dean's stare, but it's not heavy, it's not judgmental or wrought with worry. It's reverent, a softness that's rare around his usual rough edges. Sam turned his head to meet his brother's unwavering gaze, the unspoken affection found there making his chest bloom with heat as his heart rate gave a small spike. A few moments pass that feel like a lifetime before Sam leaned over and kissed Dean, slow and sweet, the gesture appreciative more than anything. Dean responded in turn, eyes only falling half-closed as he tried to keep the vision of Sam's lashes in focus, wanting to savor their closeness.

Beer bottles were abandoned in exchange for skin on skin contact, Sam's hand on Dean's neck and Dean's buried in those soft locks. He could feel the faint dampness of sweat at base of Sam's skull, a mix of cool and warm between fingers. Their lips moved in no particular rush, pressing and barely parted until one of them, they couldn't tell who, had introduced the tender swipe of tongue. The lingering taste of beer gradually subsided until all they could taste was each other. Time slowed, the songs now fuzzy in the air went from one to the next until the tape eventually ended, leaving them with the low rumbles of thunder as the storm had gradually crept upon them.

It wasn't until the gentle tink tink tink of rain hitting the Impala could be heard that the kiss was broken and both of them turned their gaze to the sky, the stars no longer visible under the cover of clouds. The rain was quick, what started as a few sparse drops quickly turned to a downpour and Dean cursed under his breath as he scrambled to get up. Sam was on his feet as well as soon as his brother reached to pull up the blanket from underneath them, making quick strides to the car to shove it inside and close the door, ultimately worried about the interior getting soaked. He was about to tell Sam to hurry and get in before he heard him laugh. Not a chuckle, not a scoff at the fact that they were quickly drenched, but a genuine, happy laugh.

Dean's breath shallowed as his eyes fell upon his brother. Sam had his arms outstretched as if embracing the downpour, even spinning a few times with his head tipped back, welcoming the wash of cool. Suddenly it was 1996 again, Sam dancing in slow motion with his arms up in a shower of sparks from fireworks they should have never set off, a smile so rare that when caught etched itself in his heart as his idea of Heaven, to see his little brother so happy. That smile was there again as he looked back at Dean, hair flattened to the sides of his face by the weight of the water, soon smoothed back by long and deft fingers. The grey v-neck shirt was clinging to his broad chest, soaked and outlining the definition long since earned from years of hunting and dedication to his health. Dean's eyes locked in on him as if watching some cosmic event unfold, beautiful and breathtaking. They stared at each other for a few seconds longer before the weight of the moment overtook them and they made strides towards each other, coming together in a rush, gathering one another up.

Dean's arms wrapped around Sam's middle as Sam moved to cup Dean's face, their mouths meeting in a hungry fashion, chests filling with air and arching towards each other. Their hands held possessively, lips and tongues embracing fiercely as they shared the breaths from their lungs. It wasn't long before Dean curled his hands into the soaked material of Sam's shirt, dragging blunt nails over it, pulling his little brother as close as physically possible as he stepped back towards the Impala, blindly reaching for the door to the backseat. If he hadn't known that car like the back of his hand, he would have had to break the kiss to get them situated, but he knew the height and how far back he'd have to lean to grant them both the room to maintain their lip lock as they climbed inside.

Here, on this country road, miles away from the garish lights of the city and under the cover of darkness in the backseat of the Impala, they carved themselves another little piece of Heaven.

[slut4poets]

6 of the songs you listen to most?

uh. here

[dewdropip]

Kind of a compilation of edit audios I found, and some others I thought were fitting.

Made this about 2 years ago, when I first read the book, and added a few songs over time. Didn’t know what to do with the heartbreak, had to put it somewhere.

[norizz-nation]

What's your favorite band/musician?

Cigarettes After Sex, always and forever 🩶 I’ve been their fan for the past 5 years now! I just love them sooo much omg I can’t even explain 😭

I also have some other favs like:

Travis Scott, Metro Boomin, 21 Savage, Lil Uzi, Asap Rocky, Tame Impala, The Weeknd (just trying to ignore his “the idol” era because that gives me the ick 😭 but his music is AMAZING)

[feminetomboy]

Absolutely despise Cellbit for introducing me to brazilian phonk music. He can't do that. I'm in very influencable years of my life.........

[screampied]

DROP YOUR PLAYLIST

HEREEEEEEE

[thebeautyofspn]

4x14 Sex And Violence

[samanddean76]

Title: Money Back Guarantee

Ship: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester

Word Count: 694 | Rating: Explicit

Major Warnings: None Apply

Tags: Stanford Era, Dancer Sam Winchester, Customer Dean Winchester, Anal Plug, Sam Wears Daisy Dukes, Dean Appreciates The View, Sex in/on the Impala, Top Dean Winchester/Bottom Sam Winchester, Kinktober 2024, Kinktober Prompt: XXX-Store Viewing Booth

Summary: Sam needs a little money to cover his expenses while at Stanford. It's all good until the night the window shade raises and reveals a familiar face.

Written for @masoena 's October 27th Kinktober prompt of XXX-Store Viewing Booth.

Story on AO3.

[drfrankensteinvsthequeerborgs]

“She possesses sex dolls, this is not a sex doll.” ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT

[kerryweaverlesbian]

#bonus if dean is driving @sheepstiel

I like the way you think!!!!!!!!!

MEG FUCKING CAS IN THE BACKSEAT OF THE IMAPALA.