#wichesters

[intpalex]

I hope jensen ackles knows that if he still has the tapes he has the opportunity to do the Funniest Thing Of All Time tomorrow

[iamjustgod]

man....

[naughtystiel]

that guy called Jim | 5.1k

The day after Dean moved into his newly purchased house, he noticed one of his neighbours. The guy just seemed different compared to all the people he knew. Intriguing even. So, sheltered by bushes around his property, Dean stood by the balustrade of his back porch and... watched. On that Saturday the weekend ritual was born, with Dean in his rocking chair and the bucket hat wearing guy that had no idea about his existence.

[dreamedaboutboys]

To the edge

Any Male!Sub!Character x Dom!Male!Reader (character/person not defined)

Summary: After a whole month, you've decided to be merciful… just not too merciful.

A/N: Just a little something i wrote when i was bored. I didn't specified the character, so feel free to imagine whoever you want in this situation.

Warnings: Sex, edging, overtimulation.

He knew it wouldn't be easy.

He knew it wouldn't be exactly what you said.

Yet here he is, sitting in a chair with his arms tied behind his back, his eyes blindfolded, and his body shivering.

He knew he would be in this situation, and that's exactly why he accepted when you asked him if he wanted you to finally have mercy on him after the past month in denial.

All he could think about was how your mouth would feel around him, and God... It feels amazing.

He wishes he could feel this forever, well, until you spent the past... minutes? hours? He doesn't even know anymore sucking him.

Every single time he almost reaches his climax, you stop and start all over again.

And he knows better than to beg for his release, knowing damn well that It will only make you torture him for longer.

So he takes it like the man he is, holding tight to his hand when you take him all the way to the base and caress his balls.

His voice is tired from moaning, and his eyes are puffy from crying, but he can't stop himself from screaming your name again. And then there are his tears as you leave his member alone again.

But as he eagerly waits for you to do it again, something surprises him, his blindfold is gone, and you're gently touchinh his hair.

He looks at you, not knowing what to say, not knowing if he should beg or if he should thank you. But you don't give him a chance to choose as you get back into position.

"Be a good boy for me, will you?" You say in a deep tone as you take him in your mouth again.

He is thankful you decided to blindfold him before because he doesn't think he would be able to hold back this long with the sight of your gorgeous face with puffy red lips taking his angry red cockhead.

And he definitely wound't, because as soon as your lips touched him, he was gone.

His climax consumes him, making him almost lose consciousness. Luckily he is tied to the chair; otherwise, he would be lying on the floor right now.

As he slowly returns to reality, he takes a look at you.

You're still covered in his cum, your lips still red.

He notices you sticking your tongue out again and gently lapping at his cockhead, cleaning it of the rest of his release.

He shivers with the overstimulation, but not as much as when you take his cockhead in your mouth again.

He tries to say something, but he can't form a phrase.

You let his sore member go as you move next to his face. "I'm not done with you yet" you said, kissing his lips and going down on him again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

Until he doesn't have anything else to give you.

[castielsprostate]

why would they call it "the french mistake" if dean and cas didn't actually french badly in it huh? huh????

[1asbrightasthestars3]

"I had a father but I never had a dad."

[crackheadcastiel]

Deans dick grows every time he tells a lie like Pinocchio and when cas finally sees it it unrolls out of his pants like a fruit by the foot

[laurie-stark]

Only A Moment

(not my gif)

Summary: Another hunt goes wrong, but this time it leads to some...unconventional release of anger.

Warnings: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI

Pairings: Sam Winchester x OC

A/N: you guys on tumblr deserved this too

Once again, the drive back to the motel was silent. A knife could slice right through the tension in the air, and Kath was tempted to try. Bobby had sent them on another demon goose chase, this time in Minnesota. They made it out without a scratch, but only barely. The demon was stronger than average and possessed the body of a little girl. And demon or not, no one wants to hurt a little girl. To Sam and Kath, the answer was obvious. Sam could trick shot the demon back to hell in less than five minutes and they would all be on their merry way. Dean said no. After an hour of back and forth between the boys, Sam decided he was old enough to stop listening to his big brother. The little girl was returned home to her parents before the night was over. And the night was far from over. 

Kath bit her lip in the backseat of Baby the car. She glanced nervously between the two brothers. Dean was stiff as he drove, going well above the speed limit. Sam had his head leaning against the window. It was not often that Kath disagreed with Dean. For most of their lives together she’d follow him blindly. It was second nature. But Sam’s addiction was something they could not find a middle ground on. Dean didn't understand. He was human after all. He didn’t have a disease coursing through his veins. He wasn’t created as the product of all things good and evil. He did not understand. 

The moment Dean pulled into the parking lot, he unleashed weather greater than God on his baby brother. Kath sighed and ran a hand over her face. This was not helping. At this point in their journey, Sam was not in the mood to be chastised. He had saved them, saved everyone. Dean should be grateful. Sam got out of the car while Dean was mid-sentence, slamming the door on his way into the motel room. 

Dean had about a million rules when it came to Baby, and slamming her car doors was a felony. Kath inhaled sharply, not because the sound of the door scared her, but because she could literally see Dean’s face turning a bright shade of red. If she squinted she could see steam coming out of his ears. 

“That little shit!” Dean said, gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles. He moved to get out of the car but Kath stopped him.

“Dean stop,” she said, putting a hand on his arm. “You know as well as I do that we were trapped. If Sam hadn’t done what he did then we’d all be as good as dead.” 

Dean was not listening. “That’s not saying much since Sammy’s already halfway gone to hell.” The sentence stung Kath and it wasn’t even aimed at her. To anyone else, the idea of going to hell was a passing thought. Coming from Dean though, Kath couldn’t believe he’d say something like that. Not after the thirty years Dean endured. For Sam, she might add. Kath opened her mouth to respond but nothing came out. And Dean was already halfway into the motel room. 

Kath entered the musty motel room to the brothers having a catfight. They were shouting so loudly that Kath couldn’t make out what was being said. She almost got trampled by Dean as she walked through the doorway. He pushed past her, got into his car, and drove off into the night. It all happened so fast that Kath got dizzy. She got a grip on her footing and gently closed the motel door, locking it with a click. Sam was pacing across the floor with his hands in his hair. 

“Don’t let him get to you Sammy, he doesn’t get it,” Kath said. She took a few steps towards him so he would stop pacing. It always made her nervous. Sam stopped in his tracks. His hands dropped to his side and he stared at her blankly. 

“Can you shut up?”

Kath’s jaw dropped. In all their years of bickering and pissing one another off, he had never once told her to shut up. In fact, Sam told her on numerous occasions how much he valued her opinions. She was shocked. 

“Well fuck me for trying to be helpful!” Kath threw her hands up in defeat. “You are such an asshole, you know that?” 

“You’d like that wouldn’t you,” Sam muttered under his breath, ignoring Kath’s asshole comment. 

“What?” Kath asked, not hearing what Sam said.

“I said you’re full of shit,” Sam responded. “You think you know me? You think you understand what I am? You have no idea what it’s like to be…to be this.” Sam gestured to himself. “I’m poisonous Kath.” 

“Do I need to remind you that you’re not the only one who learned life-changing information? There is no part of me that’s human! I have been a walking vessel from the moment I was born Sam. So fuck you for saying I don’t understand.” 

The vein in Sam’s forehead was beginning to grow, which meant Kath was really getting under his skin. Normally she wouldn’t dig herself any deeper, but he was rude to her when she just wanted him to know she cared. He had it coming. 

“At least I can say I’ve got some good in me. You’re closer to evil than I’ll ever be.” 

Sam closed his hands into fists. He brought one up to his mouth to bite his tongue. Although his stature would never show it, Kath’s statement hurt Sam down to his core. It was in his nature to be evil and he fought against it in his every waking moment. 

Kath stared at Sam through furrowed brows. She waited for him to respond, to retort with a snarky comment about how she was acting like a brat or a princess or one of the other thousand remarks he’d made before. His silence scared her. His posture was furious, but his eyes were hurt. She knew she had taken it too far. 

“Look,” Kath started. “I’m sorry. We’re both exhausted. Let’s just forget about it.” She didn’t wait for a response. Kath stepped past him to go take a much-needed shower. With one wrong footstep, she accidentally pushed her shoulder against his. The impact made Sam stumble sideways. She hadn’t meant to push him, but he didn’t know that. He was fed up with her and the way she made him feel. Like he was worth something and worthless all at once. 

Without thinking Sam grabbed hold of Kath’s right arm tightly. He pulled her towards him, her back flush against his chest. He felt her inhale sharply. He leaned his head down to the space between her chin and her shoulder. Kath could feel his warm breath tickling her neck. 

“What are you doing?” Kath asked, trying to wriggle out of his grip. Truthfully, Sam didn’t know what he was doing. All he knew was that he was angry and she was there. And from the way her hips pressed back against him, he could tell she wanted something as much as he did. Sam loosened his grip as Kath twisted her neck to look up at him. Kath’s eyes were wide with confusion, Sam’s looked at her with desire. Their lips were dangerously close to one another. Something in the air snapped and it was unclear who made the first move. But the next thing Kath knew, she was kissing Sam with force she didn’t know she was capable of. 

Sam’s hands were all over Kath’s body, turning her so that she was facing him completely. He brought a hand up to cup her chin, tilting it upward so he could get more access to her mouth. All of Kath’s better judgment had flown out the window. She let Sam devour her, tongues clashing and hands flying. The kiss took all the air out of her lungs. Sam leaned back to let them both take a breath before leaning down to kiss her once again. Clarity washed over Kath as she inhaled and suddenly she was very aware of what was going on. She pushed both hands against his chest, putting some much-needed space between their bodies. 

Sam and Kath stood on opposite ends of the motel room. The light above them flickered in time with their laboured breaths. What the hell was that? Kath was unsure, but deep down she liked it. Something inside her burned and ached for more. She stood a little taller, shoulders back a little straighter. Her mind was clear this time and she took one long stride towards Sam. In one fluid moment, she pulled his head down to hers and their lips met again. This time, it was Kath who enveloped Sam in an embrace. The sudden movements made Sam stumble backward until his back hit the wall behind him. He braced his weight against it, letting it hold him up so he could focus his strength on kissing Kath. Neither one of them knew where all this passion was coming from, but they weren’t exactly eager to stop it. Sam groaned into Kath’s mouth as her fingers tangled in his soft hair, tugging ever so slightly. Kath smirked inwardly at that, making a mental note to do that again later. 

Sam’s hands were erratic, travelling from the nape of Kath’s neck down to her waist. He wanted to explore every inch of her. The tips of his fingers made their way underneath her tank top. She gasped at the contact and pressed her body closer to his. She could feel his heart racing underneath his shirt. She wanted, no she needed to feel him. She had never done anything like this before. Sure there was the odd townsboy she’d meet on a hunt, but she had never done anything more than kiss them. She had no idea what she was doing, but at the same time, it felt natural. Kath broke the kiss hastily and started to tug on the hem of Sam’s shirt, signalling that she wanted it gone. Sam slowly placed his hands on top of hers, stopping her. She looked at him confused. Wasn’t this the natural next step? 

“Do you want this?” Sam’s voice was low against her neck. Kath nodded. “I need to hear you say it, Kath.” In all that she knew about sex, she wasn’t aware there was supposed to be talking. Could Sam not feel how badly she wanted this? 

“Please,” Kath said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sam pulled back in surprise. “Please?” He echoed, almost mocking her. A dark smirk fell across his face and he tilted his head sideways. “I can work with that.” 

Sam’s hands grip Kath’s hips tightly and he walks her backwards towards the motel bed. She almost trips over it, landing flat on her ass with Sam towering over her. She is reminded of the last time they were alone in a motel room together like this. She’d wanted him then too. Now she could have him. 

Sam gestured for Kath to move up the bed and she complied. He was impressively large above her. He began to crawl towards her, leaving a trail of kisses up her body as he went. When he reached her mouth he paused and took her in. Kath looked different below him. Fragile, but not breakable. He took her mouth once again, this time bringing his knee between her legs as he did. Kath moaned into the kiss as Sam’s body contacted the place where she was most sensitive. Her body had a mind of its own. She ground her hips against Sam’s thigh. Sam felt his chest seize as she did. He kissed her deeply, then began making his way back down her neck, sucking on the sensitive points. He knew he would leave marks in the morning but right now he did not care. 

Kath was making the most beautiful breathy noises Sam had ever heard. He’d give anything to get her to continue making them. Shirts went flying and Sam’s mouth travelled back down the way he came and eventually, he slid off the bed onto his knees. Kath propped herself onto her elbows to get a better angle of him. Her breath caught in her throat when Sam took hold of her hips and dragged her toward the end of the bed. She let out a small yelp. Sam chuckled. 

“What are you doing?” Kath asked for the second time that night. It occurred to her then that they had no idea when Dean might come back. Sam’s hands ran the length of her legs and the thought left her mind. All of her thoughts, actually. Sam slowly began to unbutton Kath’s jeans. Her heartbeat doubled. As if he could sense it, and maybe he could, Sam stopped. 

“Is this okay?” He looked up at her with his puppy dog eyes. She smiled down at him. 

“Yeah,” she breathed. Sam continued to unbutton her pants, taking an excruciatingly long time. Kath fought the urge to whine at him to hurry up. Once Sam had undone the final button, he tugged at the hem of her jeans. 

“Lift.” It wasn’t a question. Kath lifted her hips and to her surprise Sam pulled her pants and underwear off all at once, leaving her completely exposed to him. The sight of Kath’s naked body made Sam’s mouth water. He stayed motionless by the edge of the bed for some time, just taking her in. She was beautiful. Kath felt herself grow a little embarrassed just laying like a pig on a platter. She sat up and scooted towards Sam, pulling him closer to her. He nestled between her legs while her arms linked around his neck. She took the opportunity to study his face. Loose brown curls fell around his face, and she was playing with the ones at the nape of his neck. Kath took to examining his face with her hands, tracing his eyebrows down to his nose and over the one freckle on Sam’s cheek. 

“What are you doing,” Sam asked in a mocking tone. He gave her a smile that let her know he was kidding around. 

“Just looking,” Kath shrugged. 

Sam ran his hands up Kath’s sides and over her shoulders. “You nervous?” 

“A little,” Kath said, breaking eye contact. “It’s just been a while.”

“Have you never…?” 

“Not never, just not…everything.” 

Sam’s demeanor changed completely. His hands dropped from Kath’s shoulders and he pulled away from her. 

“Oh my God, we can’t, I can’t be your first time.” Sam stuttered over his words. 

“Sam, I don’t care about that,” Kath said. 

Sam started pacing again. “I mean, how have you never? Not once?” 

“When would I have had the time to check this off my bucket list?” Kath asked. “I’ve been hunting  for half of my life, sex isn’t really on the table.” 

Sam stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Kath, who was still naked on the bed. 

“Then how the hell did you learn to kiss like that?” He asked with both hands on his hips. The question caught Kath completely off guard. She started to giggle, which then turned into full belly laughs. Sam let his guard down and laughed with her. When they had both settled down, Kath rose to her feet.

“We don’t have time to care about romances Sammy. The most I’ve ever hoped about my first time is that it’s with someone I trust.” 

“You mean that?” Sam asked after heaving a sigh. 

“Do you think I’d be standing buck-ass naked in front of you if I didn’t?” 

That was an answer enough for Sam. Without another word, he bent down to pick Kath up by her thighs. She yelped as her feet left the ground and she was tossed haphazardly back onto the bed. Another laugh escaped her when she bounced. 

Sam was quick to bring the moment back. He kissed her fiercely, framing her head with one hand and running the other along her bare thigh. With each stroke, he made sure to inch closer and closer to where he wanted to touch Kath the most. He could feel her growing impatient below him and relished in the power. Kath stopped kissing him and finally let out the whine she had been holding in.

“What’s wrong?” Sam asked innocently. Kath only frowned in response. Sam gave her thigh a tight squeeze which caused Kath’s breath to hitch. “Tell me what you want from me.”

“Touch me, Sam.” 

Sam needed no further instructions. He gingerly moved the hand on Kath’s thigh to the depths between her legs. He didn’t have to look to know how wet she’d become for him, but God did he want to. Sam quickly positioned the two of them so he was sitting against the headboard and Kath’s back was against his chest. She was almost sweating from the anticipation. She let out the sweetest sounds when Sam’s fingers finally found her. He started off with a gentle circular motion over Kath’s clit. The sensation was sending waves of pleasure throughout her entire body. Kath sighed and let her head fall back against Sam’s shoulder. Sam brushed the hair out of her face with his free hand. He continued to work Kath into a tizzy and eventually slipped a finger inside. Kath had experienced this before with other men, but those moments did not come close to this. She felt like she was a fire and Sam was the fan that kept her burning. 

Sam coaxed another finger into Kath’s entrance. She moaned excessively as he curled his fingers inside her, brushing them against that sweet spot. 

“You feel that angel?” Sam said into Kath’s ear. 

“Mhm!” That was all Kath could get out. 

“No one’s ever made you feel this good have they?” Sam grinned as Kath shook her head furiously. “And to think that I’m the one who gets to take you, you must be really desperate.” 

Kath’s moans were getting higher and more frequent. Sam felt her core pulsing against his fingers. The tightness in his pants grew. Even in her state of bliss, Kath still had the ability to push her body against Sam’s for the sole purpose of getting him harder. The groan Sam let out was reward enough. In retaliation, Sam continued pumping his fingers in and out and watched Kath get closer to her edge. Just as she was about to fall over it, Sam removed his fingers from her. The loss of sensation left her feeling empty - and entirely unsatisfied. 

“What the hell?” Kath whipped her head back to look at Sam.

“You really thought I wasn’t going to take my time with you?” Sam gloated. He brought the fingers that were just inside Kath up to her mouth, tapping on her lips gently. 

“Open,” Sam commanded. Kath did as she was told and Sam filled her mouth. She took his fingers perfectly. “Atta girl, you see how good you taste? I want a piece of that.” 

Kath’s eyes widened at the thought of Sam being…down there. That was further than she’d ever gone before. 

Sam manhandled Kath into his lap and she straddled him easily. She bent down to kiss him and Sam could taste her on his lips. The desire to have her almost made him dizzy. He pulled away and cupped her face with both hands, looking at her with pleading eyes. 

“Kath please,” he begged. “Please let me taste you.” 

Kath blushed. “Well if you want to that badly,” she said. 

“You have no idea.”

Before she knew it, they were right back where they had started, with Kath lying on the edge of the bed and Sam kneeling before her. The temptation to eat her out for hours was strong, but the urge to make Kath squirm was stronger. Sam began to place small kisses along Kath’s inner thighs while his fingers lazily danced through her folds. She was a whimpering mess. Kath’s hand found Sam’s hair and she started pulling desperately on it so that he would do something. 

“You have no patience, you know that?” 

“Sam, please!” 

“Please what?”

“Touch me!”

“I thought I already am,” Sam smirked. 

“I could touch you here.” He pressed the pad of his thumb against her clit. 

“Or maybe I could touch you here.” His finger traced the outline of her entrance. Kath was moaning loud enough to wake the entire motel. 

“Or maybe…I could do this.” 

Kath’s vision went white. Sam pushed two fingers back into her while pressing his mouth to her clit simultaneously. She cried out and her hands flew down to his hair. She was tugging on it as though she needed to for dear life. Sam groaned against her and the vibrations sent a shiver up her spine. Sam matched the pace of his fingers to that of his tongue and brought Kath closer and closer to her edge in waves. 

“Oh my God!” Kath exclaimed. “I think-” 

Her words were cut off by her moans. The final wave finally crashed over Kath and coursed throughout her entire body. Pleasure from her core extended all the way to her fingertips. She was writhing like crazy and Sam had to use his free arm to pin her down. Only once Kath started to come down did Sam take his mouth away from her. 

Kath was panting heavily. Sam used his discarded shirt to wipe Kath off his mouth, although he knew he’d be savouring the taste forever. He gave her a moment to come back to reality and discarded his pants onto the floor. He joined her back on the bed in just his boxers. Sam lay propped on his elbow beside Kath, absently drawing circles across her arm. Kath eventually came to and noticed the state Sam was in. 

“Where did your pants go?” She asked in a very serious tone. 

Sam laughed at her confusion. “We don’t have to keep going,” he said genuinely. 

“Please don’t stop.” 

Sam’s eyes darkened and he leaned down to capture Kath in a kiss. They became a tangle of limbs and tongues and teeth. Sam pressed his hips against Kath’s and she could feel his hardness against her core. The desire that filled Kath’s head was almost unbearable. She began to push her hips upwards against Sam’s. He shuddered above her and buried his head into the crook of her neck. He trailed kisses down it and then he sank his teeth into her shoulder. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make Kath’s head swim. 

“I need you,” Sam breathed into her neck. 

“Then take me, idiot,” Kath said back. 

Sam pushed off of her to remove his boxers, his cock springing upwards as he did. Sam got off the bed quietly to dig through his duffle bag. He pulled out a condom and slipped it on effortlessly. Kath shamelessly checked his ass out while he had his back to her. 

He was above average for sure. Kath couldn’t help it when her jaw dropped and she stared at him. Sam chuckled at her and gripped her chin. He moved her head from side to side as if he was deciding on something. 

“Hmmm, no,” he murmured. “We’ll put that pretty mouth of yours to use another time. Tonight I’m going to take you until you’re screaming.”

Kath had no idea how to respond to that so she didn’t. She simply laid back down on the mattress and watched Sam tower over her once more. He kissed her once, then tapped her thigh. 

“Open.” 

Kath gulped, then slowly began to spread her legs apart. Sam sunk in between them. The tip of him was pressed against her entrance and Kath’s heart began to race again. Sam held himself up with one hand and used the other to line himself up with Kath. He kissed her again, this time tenderly. 

“Are you ready?” Kath nodded. “You tell me to stop and I will.” 

Kath nodded again and closed her eyes. She opened them again to the feeling of Sam’s thumb tilting her head up. 

“Nuh-uh,” he said. “I want you to watch.” And with that, he pushed himself into Kath. Her jaw went slack and a gasp slipped past her lips. Sam let out the most beautiful moan Kath had ever heard. The feeling of Sam stretching her out took some getting used to, but Sam gave Kath ample time to adjust. He waited for her signal to start moving. Kath took a few deep breaths and then nodded. 

Sam started off with slow, gentle thrusts. This was Kath’s first time, of course, he wanted her to remember it. But with each movement, Sam’s ability to control himself slipped away. He kissed her feverishly and trailed his free hand down her arm to grip her wrist. He pulled her hand above her head, pinning it there with his own. The gesture made Kath euphoric. She could tell he was beginning to lose his grip. Now it was he who was holding onto her for dear life. 

Kath was nothing if not a nuisance. She knew that if she reached her free hand up into Sam’s hair he’d snap. She knew that if she tugged on the loose curls that hung by the nape of his neck she might need help walking tomorrow. So naturally, she did it anyway. Sam groaned desperately into her shoulder and the grip on her hand tightened. 

“Kath,” Sam warned.  

“Just let go,” Kath assured him. 

“I can’t.,” he said through gritted teeth.

“It’s okay,” she promised. “I won’t break.” 

Sam tried to hold on for her sake, but eventually his mind cleared. His thrusts became harder and faster as he took her with a force she didn’t know he was capable of. Still, she trusted that he couldn’t hurt her. They moved in sync together, like a choreographed dance. Kath felt the fire begin to grow inside of her. Sam was hitting the right spot over and over and over. When she couldn’t hold on any longer Sam leaned down and placed a kiss below her ear. 

“Come for me, angel.” 

Kath’s body shook underneath Sam as she fell over the edge once more. Pleasure crashed through her and she was close to tears. Sam’s pace didn’t slow, but the strength of his thrusts did. The hand that was once holding her own gently cupped Kath’s cheek. She opened her eyes and found Sam looking into them. His hair fell around his face, framing it perfectly. His skin was flush and he held an expression that Kath couldn’t place. Time around them slowed with what Sam said next. 

“You are so beautiful.” Sam came inside her soon after.

Kath’s heart seized. The euphoric feeling that flooded her brain moments ago was gone. She was not expecting that from Sam. She was used to his snarky remarks, even the names he called her were usually laced with sarcasm. What he said was genuine. It was vulnerable. It was not what she had signed up for. 

Sam pulled out and flopped onto his back next to her. They were both panting, sweaty messes. 

Sam let out a breathy chuckle. “That was something.” 

Kath stayed silent. Sam took it as post-sex brain fog. He got up and headed to the bathroom to clean up, leaving Kath alone with her thoughts. When Sam returned, she quickly stumbled into the bathroom without so much as a look in his direction. 

Kath looked at herself in the mirror. Her bare chest was decorated with purple marks. Her skin was flustered and beats of sweat trickled down her neck. 

What the hell did they just do? 

Kath splashed water from the sink on her face and finished cleaning up. When she left the bathroom the first thing she did was find her discarded clothes. She folded them carefully and put them on one of the motel chairs. Kath pulled her pajamas from her own duffel and pulled them on. Despite the pit in her stomach, she still made a show of bending over to pull the flannel pajama pants on. She could feel Sam’s smirk burning into her back. 

Sam was sitting against the headboard of the bed he and Kath had just christened. That was some of the best sex he’d had in, well in a very long time. He studied Kath carefully as she pulled her pajama bottoms on, making sure to check out the ass she put on display. He flipped the blanket over so she could get into bed next to him. To Sam’s surprise though, Kath made a bee-line for the other bed. 

“What are you doing?” Sam asked. It seemed to be the question of the night. 

“Going to bed,” Kath responded curtly. 

“Come here then.” Sam patted the spot next to him. 

Kath looked at Sam’s hand, then at him, then at his hand again. She shook her head. 

“No, I’m not sleeping with you,” she said. 

“You just did,” Sam responded with a smile. 

Kath’s expression did not change. “No. We’re not, I’m not…This isn’t going to be a thing. It was just a moment.” 

Sam’s demeanor stiffened. “Oh. Okay.” 

Kath got into her bed and turned away from Sam. At some point during this night Kath had stopped being Kath and started being Sam’s. She hated the feeling that was growing inside her chest. It was just a moment. It had to be just a moment. 

[miss-madness67]

Intimate Caress (Dean)

A lazy day with your lover.

One of your favorite activities to do between huntings is spending the day with your boyfriend, cuddling in his bed while you watch a movie. The bunker doesn’t really have any modern electronics, like a TV, so you usually watch the movies on your laptop, which is an incredibly good excuse to be near Dean.

Tonight, you decided on an action plot, though you aren't really paying attention because Dean's ministrations on your waist as he hugs you are too distracting to really focus on anything else. Normally, you would be all over him by now, since it's impossible to resist his touch. Today, however, you really really want to have just a normal lazy day without other innuendos in mind. You just want to be held by him and do nothing. So, that's why you do your best to try to ignore the hand that travels from your waist up to your chest slowly. His caresses are almost innocent and, if you didn't know any better, you would assume he isn't trying to go for anything more. But you know Dean Winchester, and you have learned to recognize his different touches. This one is not an innocent one.

“Dean…” There’s a clear complaint in your tone, but you can also notice some hidden desire.

The bastard must realize it too because the grazes only become more heated against your skin. He chuckles in your ear when an involuntary shiver runs down your spine. “Stop it.” Your plea is so weak, that you’re not surprised when he only increases his fervor.

“Shhh, you took care of me yesterday” he huskily whispers in your ear, “let me take care of you now.” Your resolution melts away. Next time he touches you, there’s not an ounce of resistance.

[supernatural-24]

"if i had a nickel-"

"it's a not a lot but it's weird that it's happened twice"

[intpalex]

[guizika]

The Winchesters' savior

Dean Winchester x Male! Reader

Cw- Male! Reader, fight, mentions of death, mentions of killing, use of a knife, swearing, Fluff. Maybe it’s a bit ooc.

Synopsis- The Winchesters are always the ones who save, however, in a situation it seems that things changed and they needed to be saved.

Word count- 841

It was supposed to be just another normal hunt in Texas, just a monster and nothing more. The more they investigated, the stranger the case became, but they didn't give up. However, during a search in an abandoned place far from town, a group of demons surrounded them. Sam and Dean were ambushed and tied up in a room.

A few hours passed and they were still there, the demons trying to interrogate them to see if they could get any information. "I'm not going to tell you anything, little bitch." Dean said with a tone of irony, making the being who was interrogating him snort with anger.

However, soon some noises were heard and then some demons were sent to check. "Dear Dean, I think you misunderstand the circumstances..." The tone of debauchery was noticeable in the dark being's voice.

However, before he can continue, a loud noise makes him turn around and then, before he realizes it, something heavy is thrown at him. Sam and Dean look at the door, which has been kicked in, and then there you are, saving them as if you were a knight in shining armor.

"I am here now!" An arrogant smile is on your face, and in your hand is the demon-killing knife (you've hidden it to use on a hunt, but Dean doesn't need to know that part). The demon lets out an angry noise and comes at you, pulling out a knife that was on his belt.

However, you soon get into a grapple as you try to stab each other. In the background, you can hear Dean encouraging you and shouting some insults at your opponent, while Sam remains silent because he has a gag in his mouth.

Soon, however, your knife and the demon's are thrown away as you continue to fight. As luck would have it, the knife falls on Sam's side and he waits for the right moment to kick it to you. Soon, the ideal moment appears, you land a punch on the evil being's jaw and then he staggers backwards. When the younger Winchester notices he quickly kicks the knife towards you, you notice and grab the knife. Quickly, you kill your opponent and then a sigh of relief escapes your lips as you stash the knife in your belt.

"Finally, I thought he was going to beat you." Dean says with a provocative smile, making Sam roll his eyes. "Right, without me you'd be screwed." Quickly, you untie the younger Winchester and then the older one.

"Shut up Dean, stop teasing." Sam says as he pats you gently on the shoulder, then stretches. "Anyway, we still have a lot of demons to kill out there." The shorter Winchester says as he snaps his fingers and looks at the door, but he soon turns to you when he hears an amused snort.

"I've already killed them." You say as you look at the two brothers with your arms crossed, an arrogant smile on your face as you put your hands in your pockets. "I'll wait for you in the car." Then you get out and leave them there,

-

"So you mean you found us because Dean sent you a selfie and there was a local burger joint in the background? Wow, I can't believe it!" Sam says laughing, patting you gently on the shoulder as he eats a hamburger rather enthusiastically.

"Shut it, Sammy." Dean's cheeks flush and he stuffs his mouth full of potato to cover it up, making you and the younger Winchester laugh. You take a sip of your drink while enjoying their company.

Soon, Sam stops laughing and looks at you, curiosity present in his gaze. "Hey, weren't you already on a hunt? How did you finish so quickly?" A soft laugh comes out of you and then you lean back in your chair, looking at the table. "I was, but I ended up finishing faster because I got help."

Your sentence seems to arouse Dean's curiosity, who takes a rather small bite out of his burger. "Well, it was a nest of vampires and a friend of mine showed up to help, maybe one day you'll meet him."

Soon, the older Winchester raised an eyebrow, wanting to know more, quickly swallowing the food in his mouth. "What's his name? How old is he? Is he better looking than me?" A sigh leaves your lips, knowing it's going to be a long conversation.

-

Now everyone is in the car, Dean and you in the front seat and Sam in the back seat, leaning back and getting into a relaxed position. "You know what we learned today? That even Dean Winchester needs saving sometimes." A muffled laugh comes out of Sam and Dean looks at you out of the corner of his eye, raising an eyebrow.

"We also learned that Dean is very good at interrogations!" Sam says as he starts laughing, making you giggle. Your laughter seems to infect Dean, who laughs softly.

Maybe being a hunter isn't so bad after all...

Please don't translate or copy my work and don't repost on other social networks, if there are any grammatical errors I ask you to excuse me!

[kellyscabin]

sometimes an ep is soo bad then BOOM dean winchester lip balm

[mystra-midnight]

Girls on Film

summary: sam winchester was a fiend, a downright dirty demon. and that was why, since that day, he'd fucked you every way he could—in every room of the bunker, in the back-seat of the Impala, in some dark, dirty ally, in a church confessional for crying out loud.

warnings: 18+ only. anal. squirting. fingering. taking photos during. brief mentions of subspace. kinda mean sam.

words: 900.

notes: consider this to be in the same world as 'language of lust' but it can absolutely be its own stand alone blurb. honestly this was one a self indulgent; guess i'm just a slut for sam.

This wasn't the first time Sam had had you like this—spread out on his bed with his cock buried in your ass. Ever since your first Latin lesson with him, you've learned Sam Winchester was not as innocent as he seemed to be. Those sad eyes, the ones that looked like he'd just watched his puppy get kicked, were a perfect ruse, and you'd fallen for them hook, line, and sinker.

Sam Winchester was a fiend, a downright dirty demon. And that was why, since that day, he'd fucked you every way he could—in every room of the bunker, in the back-seat of the Impala, in some dark, dirty ally, in a church confessional for crying out loud. In the last few months, you’d cum on his cock more times than you had with all of your exes combined.

It was almost as though your body was mapped for him.

"Come on," he cooed from above you, the drip in his tone positively mocking. You covered your face with your hands to hide the tears ebbing on your lash line and to hide yourself from the bright flash of the poloroid camera. A dozen of them lay on the bed with you, each one showing you in a compromised position: your cunt stretched wide around his mammoth cock, drool and cum dripping from your lips, your tits marked with a tapestry of his teeth, and your ass gripping his cock like a lifeline. But there was one in particular he wanted—one you'd get to let him take.

"I know you want to, baby, pussy's gripping me like a fucking vice. Just let go."

"It's embarrassing," you mumbled into your palms. Both of his hands were busy, one of them keeping the camera steady as he snapped shots of himself fucking your ass, the other hand busy fingering your cunt, the tips of his long fingers abusing that sweet spot that had you straining to close your legs. It wasn't as though this would be the first time he'd made you squirt.

The pressure was like nothing else; the relief was a sensation out of this world. The last time you'd spent half an hour floating in the clouds, his soft voice slowly luring you back to the world when you wanted to float out of your body forever.

"It's not," Sam challenged as he started a slow circle around your clit with his thumb. You mewled at the sensation, your nub sensitive from the previous four orgasms he'd drawn from you. You grappled wildly at his wrist, your hips rolling instinctively to grind against his fingers as the pressure started to mount. "Hottest thing I've ever fucking seen. I love it when you soak my dick, baby.”

As though to empathise his point, Sam pulled out, letting his dick slip from your tight ass with a pornographic pop. The camera went off again with a bright flash, capturing the image of slick dripping from your drenched folds, sliding down the crack of your ass, and pooling beneath you. You would have complained, perhaps slapped at him, had he not thrust back into you with his fingers and cock, hitting that sweet spot from different angles.

Your back bowed into a perfect arch as pleasure seared through your veins and twisted your stomach into knots until you were keening. His pace was hard and fast—merciless. "S-Sam! Oh, fuck, please, please." He knew what you wanted, even when you didn’t know yourself. It was a flash of lightening behind your scrunched-close eyes. It was a static shock encompassing all of you until your limbs were wracked with pins and needles. It was a pressure unlike any other, and the sudden release.

You clenched tight around him, both his fingers and his cock, and then it happened. You spasmed beneath him, a moaning, babbling, incoherent mess as your fifth orgasm ripped through you like a freight train with its breaks cut. You tossed your head from side to side, tears spilling down your cheeks as you gasped, moaned, and grabbed at his wrist in an effort to push him away.

Only after he'd sissorred his fingers inside your gummy walls and felt the first splash of moisture did he pull them from you, watching with greedy eyes as your pretty cunt clenched around nothing, and then again as you squirted. You vaguely heard the click of the camera and saw the flash as you floated into the clouds with your chest heaving.

"That's it, pretty girl, just like that." Sam grunted through his teeth. He fucked your ass with deep strokes, his rhythm stuttering as his own orgasm raced through him. The camera flashed again as you arched, deepening the bow in your back as you continued to cum, your thighs shaking violently as you kept squirting. You came down from the clouds with Sam collapsed atop you, bracing himself on a forearm resting on the bed by your head, his long hair damp, and beads of sweat dripping from his nose and into the crook of your neck.

You were still trembling. You felt his cock softening in your ass and hissed when he pulled out, watching as your hole puckered and leaked and how his cum mingled with yours on the mattress. He took one more picture of you like that, fucked stupid, and made a mental note not to put it in Dean's wallet.

"Swear you hit the fucking ceiling this time."

[aborddelimpala]

#SPNWEEK 2024 | Day 4 | Team Free Will

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