#spnovember

[mvdeanw]

Dean - SPN // 6x16, 6x19, 7x14, 8x02, 8x05, 11x04, 11x08, 15x20

For @spnovember 2021 - Day 22 : Cryptidpalooza

▸Dean's Monster Mashups

Dean ( Jensen ) love club: @jillmariej @deanwanddamons @deanwinchesterswitch @brilovesdeanwinchester @septembersghost @waywardbaby @spnfangirl1314 @shawnie74 @kwistowee @queenofallerdalehall @charred-angelwings @girlshunttoo @adoptdontshoppets @ddriverpicksthemusic @milo-winchester-4ever @wickedinspirations @quicklymybasement @jensensgotyoudean @lequisha @deansraspberrypie @thoughts-and-funnies @raidens-realm @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone @eevvvaa @siospins2 @doublebill @avanatural @winchesterwhorehouse @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior @catnipster69

[stanfordsweater]

#spnovember, day 3: blood calls to blood

you have to know with the mark comes a great burden. some would call it a great cost.

[s2e11playthings]

2.20 “what is and what should never be”, 3.10 “dream a little dream of me” #spnovember, prompt: daydreams/nightmares

[quickreaver]

This is the one life we have. Work hard, play hard. Do what you love most. Don't waste time smoke-grinding and yelling at the sky. Find your beautiful spot, and enjoy the view. Carry on. (I’m also tacking this onto @spnovember, stealing the prompt “breakdown” because yeah, I may have sniffled my way through drawing this. Maybe. I will not deny nor confirm.)

[spnovember]

Looking for an autumnal prompt event that welcomes any and all SPN fans and fanworks? Welcome to SPNovember! SPNovember runs the month of November, when the leaves are rustling and the spirits are restless. Fill as few or as many prompts as you’d like, with any media. Interpret the prompts in whatever way strikes your fancy. We’ll be tracking the #SPNovember and #SPNovember 2021 tags, come November, so you have plenty of time to work your creative magic! For more information: https://spnovember.carrd.co/

[vampirate99]

Day 10: the thing you should not have forgotten

Sam just walking down memorie lane with his son, and Dean watching Dean Jr. being fascinated by his stuff😄😄😄. (Baby's trunk was really hard to draw😅😅😅)

[samsexualdeancurious]

take my hand, save your soul (NSFW)

Pairing: Sam x Castiel

Words: 914

Summary: Sam and Castiel see just how long Sam can last.

Warnings: Dom!Cas, sub!Sam, bondage, edging

Written for @spnovember

Prompt: mercy

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“Cas.”

“Yes, Sam?”

“Please-”

He whines and arches into the hand Castiel runs up over his fluttering abs. Sam’s chest heaves with each breath, his muscles straining against the ropes keeping him bound spread-eagle on the bed. His cock bobs with every shift of his hips. His lower belly is slick and sticky with precum and sweat after what must feel like an eternity of teasing, his hair plastered to his forehead, and he is gorgeous. The most beautiful thing Castiel has ever laid eyes on in his many days on this planet. Nothing compares to Sam Winchester.

Castiel traces one fingertip around the circle of Sam’s tattoo, almost thoughtful. “Use your words, boy.”

Sam got himself into this situation, challenging Castiel the way he did. He can get himself out of it.

Castiel’s hand drifts along Sam’s collarbone and he smirks when he feels just as much as hears Sam’s breath catch as his fingers curl that long, beautiful neck. Not squeezing, not pressing. Just holding. It steadies Sam and Castiel feels him relax a little under the contact.

���Good boy,” Castiel murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss to the corner of his lover’s mouth. “Beautiful boy.”

Sam’s cheeks are already flushed with arousal but now it darkens high on his cheeks. If he was in any other position, he might duck his head to hide his face because he still gets a little shy when Castiel compliments him. He can’t do that now, though. He’s forced to keep his eyes on Castiel as he processes the praise.

Castiel gently grips Sam’s jaw, thumb sliding around those kiss-swollen lips. Remembers the way they look stretched around his cock. That’s for another time, though. This is about Sam. “I’m going to touch you again. You will not move. You will not cum. You know what to do to change that, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” Sam whispers, going absolutely still as he waits for whatever Castiel gives him.

Amazing.

Sam’s cock is hot to the touch, the tip purpling from denial. It throbs when Castiel trails one fingertip along the underside to where Sam’s balls are pulled up tight against his body. Sam bites back a groan and his arms flex as he fights the urge to move his hips. Castiel rolls his balls gently in his hand, listening to the choked off whimpers his lover makes, and then moves even further south to the silky-smooth patch of skin leading to the one part of Sam he hasn’t touched tonight. Not for lack of begging on Sam’s part, either, but that was part of the challenge for tonight. Castiel agreed to give Sam a fair chance by leaving his prostate alone. He will make his lover lose control on his cock another time. Maybe in front of a mirror, so Sam can see how unbelievably stunning he is as he takes everything Castiel gives him.

“Cas, please, I need-”

“I know what you need.” Castiel brings his left hand around to stroke Sam’s sweat-soaked hair off his forehead at the same time he curls the fingers of his right loosely around Sam’s cock. “And you know how to get it.”

Sam hesitates, considering. He can’t see the clock from where he lies and has no clue how much time has really passed. Has it been long enough? He won’t know until he yields. Castiel can see his mind working over his options and then…

“Mercy.”

The word is barely a breath but Castiel hears it and immediately tightens his grip on Sam’s cock. Sam moans as Castiel puts his mastery of Sam’s body into making him cum as quickly as possible, instead of keeping him from cumming for as long as possible. It doesn’t take long, especially after so much time spent keeping Sam right on the edge.

Now Sam goes hurtling over it in no time at all. His body twists and flexes in the ropes, torn between getting as much stimulation as he can and getting away from Castiel’s touch as it moves from pleasure to something verging on pain. Cum streaks his belly, all the way up to his tattoo. The way he moves, the sounds he makes as he loses himself entirely in what Castiel is doing to him - it’s beyond beautiful. Castiel doesn’t think he could ever grow tired of seeing his lover in this way.

He works Sam through the aftershocks, squeezing every last drop of cum from his body and only letting up when Sam begins to squirm away from the contact. He doesn’t let go of Sam’s cock, though, as it softens in his hand.

“Do you know how long you lasted?” Castiel asks even though he already knows the answer.

Sam shakes his head, chest heaving as he catches his breath. “No, sir.”

Castiel’s lips quirk in a fond smile and he leans down to kiss Sam, capturing his mouth fully this time in an undeniably possessive gesture. “Forty-five minutes, Samuel. Ten minutes longer than last time.” Sam’s eyes go wide. “My good boy.”

This time, Sam preens a little under the praise and Castiel loves to see it. Sam deserves to feel proud of himself, even if it’s for something as unimportant in the long run as besting Castiel’s edging challenge. Sam will never fully accept praise for something like stopping a monster, saving the world, beating the Devil, but he will for these smaller things and Castiel will take what he can get.

[dwimpala-67]

Missing You

Day 7 of @spnovember

Prompt: Scars/Sigils

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sam/Dean

Idea behind the graphic: After Dean disappears, Sam tries to find his brother desperately. He stumbles upon a book of magic that gives him an idea of time travel. He uses the spell to travel back in time just to get a glimpse of his brother, alive. Now that he's alone, he understands what Dean must have gone through when he left for Stanford. It makes his heart ache and leaves behind a wound that he'd never get to tell Dean just how much he loves him. He travels back to days when he was at Stanford, trying to find Dean and apologize to him. But when they meet, the need and want is too much for them to resist. (Season 8 AU)

[raidens-realm]

For @spnovember 2021

Day 26- The Worms Crawl in, the Worms Crawl Out

Title: Dejà Vore

Author: raidensrealm 

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 2.5k

Pairing: Sam Wesson/Dean Winchester

Major Archive Warnings: MCD X2(but death is not the end, there's silver lining), Major Graphic Violence, Vore, Worms

@j3bingo square: Criminal AU

@deanandsambingo square: Serial Killer AU

Summary: When meeting at the Wichita Bureau, things were pretty simple for Agents Dean Winchester and Sam Wesson. But each of them had a secret they'd give anything to share with the other. Concealing how they'd each fallen was a daily effort, but with the FBI pitched into chaos over the recent cluster of gruesome murders in Kansas, they could wait a little longer for one of them to request a department change. They just had to catch this killer, then they'd be free to share their secret(with each other), right?

Tagging: @eyesofatragedy67 @samanddeaninpanties @alwaysthrowsscissors @agenthellcat @diaryofageekgirl

[alwaysthrowsscissors]

Cure For the Common Hangover

Written for the @spnovember prompt fest

Day 16: Hair of the dog

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Pairing: Dean Winchester/OMC

Rating: Explicit

Length: 2.2k

Tags: Incest kink, incest fantasy, pining, anal sex, unsafe sex, rough sex, dirty talk, manhandling, alcohol abuse, top!Dean, PWP, Stanford era

Summary: Dean wakes up from a blackout, head pounding, still a little drunk, next to a one night stand who looks remarkably like his little brother. He can't decide whether he is more disturbed or intrigued. Maybe he'll find out when he fucks the guy again, letting his mind wander.

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Dean stumbled through strewn about clothes, back to the bed, and grabbed the liquor bottle that had a few fingers left in it. Taking a couple swigs, it burned, comforting, as he stood contemplating the dude. He should wake him, get rid of him. Get a greasy breakfast, meet up with John, or maybe look for the next solo hunt. Though, he had to admit, the time alone hadn't been good on his thinker. Too much quiet led to dwelling on loneliness.

He couldn’t remember the last time he slept -actually slept- with someone through the night. Well, that’s a lie. It would have been Sam. Months before he left for Stanford, the pitiful shack their dad rented where they had to share a bed like goddamn kids. Sam bitching and squirming the whole time. Damn, if it wasn’t one of the memories Dean wanted to push away the most.

As he drank, warming his bones up, settling his stomach, his gaze raked over the dude’s frame, over the long lines of him. Bit fuller than his scrawny brother but those legs were dead ringers, that narrow little waist too. He wasn't conscious of his bottom lip finding its way between his teeth. Maybe he’d be nice. Offer the guy some shit-water motel coffee before he hit the road.

Dean ditched the drained bottle and laid back down, reaching out to stroke the guy’s back from shoulder to the sweet dimples of his lower back. His skin was so soft and warm, and his bourbon-heated thoughts strayed to his brat brother fussing in that bed. He didn’t have room, he was too hot, he was too old to be sharing. His lean, bare back and bony legs brushing against Dean as he whined. Even the hair on the guy, Jesus, the perfect shade, the waves at his nape.

He had been absent mindedly petting the dude for a few minutes before he started rousing, around the same time Dean realized his cock was half hard.

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Read the rest on Ao3!

Tagging some moots ❤️

@raidens-realm @samanddeaninpanties @oddsocksandstuff @all-4-wincest @fictionallemons @digitalmeowmix @seanwinchester

[mvdeanw]

SPN // 3x06 - Red Sky at Morning

For @spnovember 2021 - Day 29 : Holy Smokes!

Dean ( Jensen ) love club: @jillmariej @deanwanddamons @deanwinchesterswitch @brilovesdeanwinchester @septembersghost @waywardbaby @siospins2 @spnfangirl1314 @shawnie74 @kwistowee @queenofallerdalehall @charred-angelwings @girlshunttoo @adoptdontshoppets @ddriverpicksthemusic @milo-winchester-4ever @wickedinspirations @quicklymybasement @jensensgotyoudean @lequisha @deansraspberrypie @thoughts-and-funnies @raidens-realm @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone @eevvvaa @avanatural @doublebill @winchesterwhorehouse @waywardbaby

[theirprofoundbond]

Nobody Has to Know

Heavy rain lashes the windshield, and Dean works his hands on the steering wheel, blinking against fatigue.

Eventually, the Impala’s headlights illuminate a road sign with the bed icon.

Dean exits the I-80 and, like a moth to a neon flame, finds his way to the Quick Stop Inn.

As Dean pulls into the parking lot the windshield wipers sweep away the rain, and he spots that the motel sign says, Hourly rates available.

“More like the Quickie Stop Inn,” he mutters.

But it’s another six and a half hours to Sioux Falls, and a bed’s a bed. He parks and texts Sam: Stopping for the night, back tomorrow.

—

In his predictably run-down room, Dean peers out the window at the parking lot. The area’s sketchy, but the bad weather makes it less likely anyone’s going to fuck with Baby. He gives her one last look before pulling the curtains closed.

Somewhere behind him there is a familiar rustling sound, and Dean turns to find Castiel standing in the middle of the room.

“Hello, Dean.”

“Hey, Cas.” Dean straightens, automatically taking a step toward him. “What’s going on?”

Castiel shakes his head. “Nothing, at the moment, although the war is still…” He trails off, and a soft, weary sigh escapes him. “I thought I would see how you were doing,” he says, glancing around the room.

He notices the single queen bed, and he gives Dean an inquisitive look. “Sam’s not with you?”

“No, he’s with Bobby. I’m headed back there, I just had to stop off and get some sleep.”

A silence passes between them, and Dean suddenly realizes he doesn’t feel all that tired anymore.

After a moment, Castiel nods. “I’ll catch up with you another time.”

Before he can fly away, Dean says, “All work and no play, huh?”

“What?”

“You could stay,” Dean says in a low voice. He holds Castiel’s gaze, and a thrill passes through him.

As Castiel puts the pieces together, his expression shifts: brows dipping into a faint frown, something sparking in his eyes. He looks Dean up and down.

Considering.

Dean smiles and saunters across the room. He steps into Castiel’s space, and Castiel doesn’t back away, or disappear.

Dean’s heart is pounding at his own daring, but his tone is casual when he says, “You look stressed, Cas.” He raises an eyebrow. “You wanna blow off a little steam?”

Castiel doesn’t answer immediately. Is it Dean’s imagination, or is Cas breathing harder?

“That’s blasphemous,” Castiel finally says, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Right,” Dean says with a smirk. “And a civil war in Heaven is so holy.”

Castiel’s eyes harden and he grabs the front of Dean’s shirt, shoving him against the wall.

Dean laughs softly. “Yeah, let it out.” He licks his lips slowly, then murmurs, “Nobody has to know.”

Castiel opens his mouth to reply and a breathless second passes, but then he closes the distance between them.

Everything about the kiss is rough, from the way Castiel holds Dean against the wall to the pressure of his lips to the demanding strokes of his tongue.

A single word flares white-hot in the back of Dean’s mind: finally. And then it burns away in the surge of heat shooting straight to his core.

Dean moans into Castiel’s mouth, slipping his hands beneath the suit jacket to grip his waist and pull Castiel firmly against him. Dean rolls his hips, and the wave of pleasure that follows has him breaking their kiss with a choked gasp.

Castiel seizes Dean’s chin with ungentle fingers, guiding their lips back together, and Dean pushes his tongue into Castiel’s mouth, taking and tasting and aching.

He reaches up and shoves the trench coat from Castiel’s shoulders, and they part briefly. Castiel sheds his coat and jacket, and Dean loses his button-up. Castiel’s insistent hands find their way beneath the hem of Dean’s T-shirt; he sucks in a sharp breath, tugs it over his head and throws it to the floor.

Dean grabs Castiel’s tie and grins. “You’re overdressed.”

And suddenly the tie is just a length of fabric clutched in his fist, no longer knotted around Castiel’s neck. He drops it and manages to get two shirt buttons undone before Castiel is bearing him down onto the bed, running his hands over his chest.

Their mouths find each other again and they trade deep, heated kisses as Dean grasps roughly at Castiel’s body, hands fisting in his shirt. Castiel shifts his weight and starts grinding against Dean.

“Yeah,” Dean breathes, his lips at Castiel’s ear. “Yeah…”

They move together, Castiel panting against Dean’s neck, and he makes a sound of pleasure low in his throat that sets Dean on fire.

The mounting tension is becoming unbearable. Castiel lifts himself off of Dean just enough to run a hand over the bulge in his jeans, and Dean throws his head back, groaning raggedly. Castiel undoes the button, grabs the waistband and yanks to open the zipper, and then—

“Dean, wake up!”

Castiel’s voice, harsh and impatient, wrenches Dean from the dream and his eyes fly open on the darkened motel room.

Castiel is standing over him, wearing a grim expression.

Dean goes rigid.

“Good, you’re awake.” Castiel moves away from the bedside.

“What the fuck?” Dean gasps. He sits up, heart pounding, still in the throes of an imaginary ecstasy.

And painfully hard.

Dean is acutely aware of Castiel on the other side of the room as a slow, awful horror washes over him. What did Cas hear? The way Dean’s breathing, there’s no way the dream was restricted to the inside of his head.

As Dean is frantically trying to recall whether he’d said Cas’ name, Castiel hits the light switch, and Dean flinches at the brightness of the bedside lamp. Eyes squeezed shut, he swings his legs over the side of the bed and leans forward, elbows planted on his knees, his back to Castiel.

Dean opens his mouth, closes it, then opens it again. “When—” The words lodge in his throat, but he forces them out. “When did you get here?” He opens his eyes again, and that’s when he notices the blood on his clothes.

Dean startles, and his gaze snags on—

“What the fuck is that?”

On the wall over the bed, there is a creature impaled on Castiel’s angel blade.

It’s roughly the size of a raccoon, and it has fur like a raccoon, but it also has a goddamned elephant trunk complete with tusks, and huge paws like some big cat.

“It resembles a baku.” Castiel crosses the room and regards the thing, while Dean gets to his feet and starts pacing, desperate for his erection to get the memo that sex is not happening.

Castiel isn’t looking at Dean, but his voice sounds perfectly normal as he goes on, “A baku uses a psychic connection to feed on dreams—nightmares, ordinarily. So they’re somewhat benevolent, but if its hunger can’t be satisfied then it will consume a person’s wishes and desires, leaving them hollow and hopeless.” He pauses, and then adds, “I think this one was mutated in some way.”

He grasps the hilt of the angel blade and pulls, and the corpse lands heavily on the pillow. They both stare at it.

Dean’s mind is working furiously. Which kind of baku was it? Or has Castiel given him an out? Don’t worry, Dean, this was just a mutant that developed an appetite for sex dreams—not a normal baku that decided to snack on your actual smutty desires.

Whichever one it is, it doesn’t matter because Cas fucking knows. In fact, Dean’s pornographic broadcast is probably how Cas was able to find him in the first place.

Dean closes his eyes. If there is any mercy in this literally godforsaken world, the earth will open up and swallow him right now.

Dean opens his eyes, and he’s still in the motel room, and Castiel is turning to him. Dean doesn’t manage to look away in time, and winds up snared in Castiel’s even gaze.

They regard each other for a long moment—long enough that the memory of the dream resurfaces, and Dean blinks, wonders…

But no—Dean’s obviously thinking with his dick right now.

Castiel opens his mouth at the same time Dean stammers, “I’m gonna— I’m gonna…” He jerks a thumb over his shoulder. “Shower.”

Castiel’s expression remains neutral, and after a second, he nods. “I’ll take care of this,” he says, gesturing at the baku’s corpse, his eyes never leaving Dean’s face.

“Okay, yup.” Dean swallows. “Sounds good.”

He grabs his bag and escapes into the bathroom. As he discards his bloodied clothes, he tries, with limited success, to keep his mind blank.

He gets into the shower, turns the lever just an inch, and bites back a yelp as the icy spray hits his chest.

Dean forces himself to stand under the cold water for a long time, relief mingling with disappointment, till he’s shivering and his head is finally clear again… but the dream still clings to his skin.

Brought to you with the help of BITE by Troye Sivan. Thank you to @wearingmywings for being my first victim beta reading! SPNovember 2021 Day 5 prompt: no-tell motel. #SPNovember.

[s2e11playthings]

3.09 "malleus maleficarum" for #SPNovember, day 2 prompt: witchcraft and wonder

[quickreaver]

For @spnovember and @witchsambingo 2k, mini-MotW, gen, for the prompts “buried (secrets)” and “blood magic” When the hurly-burly’s done, when the battle’s lost and won ... which witch is which? On AO3

[gen-spn]

Digging Up Graveyard Dreams

→ SPNovember day 1: graveyard

Title: Digging Up Graveyard Dreams

Author: @gen-spn (sprinkles888)

Rating: G

Tags: angst, young!Sam

Summary: He is in the boneyard and it feels as much like home as anywhere else. He wants out.

Read on AO3

[vampirate99]

Day 27: mirror

Song by: Lil Wayne ft Bruno mars

Weecest/Wincest with demon!dean.