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The Winchesters were never a happy go family, a family that said ‘I love you’ to one another. No, they were a family built upon fighting and surviving the unsurvivable. Let it be heaven or hell they would turn head over heels to find one another:


“Bitch,” came the soft sneer, a playful smile pulling the elder Winchester’s lips – dark gaze locking with his brother’s.


Letting out a breathy exhale Sam rolled his shoulders, dimples showing as he acted as if it were a chore. As if this were some joking thing Dean and him did – no, this was THEIR thing. “Jerk.”

You said it hurt when you pushed, Sam. I-I don’t think that’s normal,” Castiel’s stone face full of concern staring upon the young male, blue eyes scanning Sam’s face. “I heard you and Dean last night. Was I wrong?


Sam froze up feeling his shoulders grow tense, “L-Last night?” He stammered, psychically feeling the color flood his cheeks. Embarrassment written upon his features—Dean most certainly looking unamused. Though the angel didn’t understand it; not fully. Clearing his throat Sam found the effort to speak, “Y-Yeah. I’ll…I’ll get it checked out right away. Thanks, Cas.”

A sight many monsters would love to see in their lives was happening right before this demon; Sam Winchester broken and utterly ready to give anything. Anything for his brother; as Dean would do the same for him. Their relationship at this point had become highly unhealthy, a relationship that couldn’t be fixed, couldn’t be changed. Nothing but the elder and thoughts of murder swirled around in that thick skull of his. No demon could change that; none could change his desire—or his need for the elder.

Sam Winchester had killed his big brother; now sitting on his knees before a crossroads demon. Desperation radiating off of the young male like cologne; he fucked up, fucked up big time. Sliding his slender fingers into the dirt road below, he curled them in. Grabbing handfuls or the dirt road, inhaling sharply before letting out a sob that shook his shoulders. “B-Bring him back….bring him back...” He croaked out tilting his head back, hazel eyes filled with tears.

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How often do you think Sam has looked up from his map and seen Dean just staring at him? How often do you think Dean’s just sat there and watched his baby brother bite his lip; or talk away on the phone. All while watching those pretty pink lips.

Those pretty pink lips he couldn’t wait to claim as his.

EDIT TYPE ; Scrap Writing ( from a Roleplay! )

WINCEST - NSFW - BOTTOM!SAM

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Hazel eyes locked onto Dean’s emerald gaze; Sam had to admit Dean was a damn Cheshire Cat when it came to words as well. Anything that fell off that perfect tongue of Dean’s just sent shivers through Sammy’s body. More specifically his groin. Were Winchesters just blessed with dirty talk? Dirty talk and blessed below the belt it seemed. God it felt so good to come, the young male continued to rock his hips riding out this pleasure. Thinking he’d just grind back into Dean, but that option came crashing down like an abandoned building. Brushing his white knuckles against Dean’s swollen lips Sam cocked his head to the side; a big ole grin plastering itself on his face.

“I could ride you all day, cowboy always has his favorite horse. Too bad mines already broken in,” just like his big brother; Sam had no way of stopping these remarks; it was as if they came naturally.

It almost made him chuckle; now he was the one with the references. Too bad it was a country song and Dean didn’t listen to country. Sam rather enjoyed country music; depending on the song and what mood he was in. Though he never got to play any around the impala—Dean would lose his shit if Sam played that within that confined vehicle. It would ‘poison’ her as Dean puts it.

As if to prove a point Sam pushed his hips down, easing himself down Dean’s member. His body squeezing the thick male within these slow movements; which were very unlike how Sam was earlier. Teasing, it had to be because Sam enjoyed teasing his big brother. As he was the one in charge and could go at any pace he liked. “Gonna ride you nice and slow, Dean. Like a slow happy trail ride.” He traced small circles in Dean’s stomach, working his hips down until Dean had been buried deep inside him.

“Mmm I could still walk last time, cowboy.”


Lights went off in his head thinking of how he could tease Dean; faintly he did remember Dean said something about making sure Sam couldn’t walk. Well, clearly he was walking, maybe not straight but still he was able to get around. A smirk played his lips, “I-I guess this cowboy isn’t good enough for such a role. Shame…” Sam’s hips came to a stop, though one hand removed itself from Dean’s shoulder, moving to wrap around his own aching member. “To think I thought you’d make a good cowboy. Guess I’ll just do it myself.”

// just some dirty writing for y’all //

Wonder how many times Sam has walked into the Deancave to Dean jamming out to AC/DC, and he just stands there like

“This is who’s saved the world?”

This man was his world, and made him who he was today.

And he just smiles because he’d never have it any other way.

“Sammy?” Silence fell between the three in the room, moments before everything had been cheery. Everything had been ‘normal’ or what could be classified as normal. Sam Winchester was no more. Castiel could see as such, his soul had been twisted and stretched until what was left was broken down—turned. “We…We..” The eldest Winchester stepped closer, a hand outstretched, “We can…” ⠀

“Dean, don’t,” Castiel spoke up, grabbing ahold of Dean’s shoulder, shaking his head in disapproval. “It isn’t Sam.” ⠀

A smile cracked on Sam’s face looking down to his feet, shaking his head in amusement. “You’re wrong, Castiel. I’m still Sam. Just the newer better version. The stronger version. And I’d appreciate if you two were to stay out of my way, got that?”


Sammy…don’t do this,” The eldest Winchester gripped his handgun tight, “Don’t make me do this.”

Those glistening emerald eyes clouded over with the darkest color Sam had ever seen, Dean wasn’t Dean. He knew the risks, the dangers of having Dean around but still he took them. One wrong move and he knew what COULD happen and was happening.

His older brother was gone, corrupted by the mark of Cain, his soul twisted into the very thing they swore to kill. A demon. Dean’s hand tightened around Sam’s throat slamming him back and lifted him up off the floor. Cocking his head to the side gritting his teeth, “How’s it feel to be on the other side of this blade? Hm? Not too shabby I should say myself.” Sam held his breath sneering in response trying his hardest to bring his leg up to attempt to break free. “I don’t think so.”

“D-Dean this isn’t you. This is the mark, this is the mark, it—“

“Shut up,” Dean roared in anger bringing the blade up, the thick material slid through Sam’s skin and clothes with ease. Piercing him fatally, he held the sharp blade there pushing hard until his knuckles turned white, fresh warm blood coating the side of his hand and knuckles. Then, and only then did reality snapped back, his eyes fading back to forest green. “S-Sammy…oh god…Sammy. I’m…I-I’m sorry…Sam. Look at me.” He let go of the blade to cup Sam’s face smacking it gently, “Sam? Sammy!”





“What the hell happened? I left and came back and now there are two of you!” Dean was scratching his head in confusion, his eyes scanning over the two Sam’s standing before him. Both looking at one another like they were staring at a ghost—that would be if ghosts confused any of the Winchesters. But most likely they wouldn’t. Both looked to be around the same age, maybe from another dimension. But what was odd about it was how the suit wearing Sam seemed incredibly calm. Like this was all normal. “Well..?”


“We..we don’t know,” Spoke the suit wearing Sam, a frown appearing on his lips as he looked around, Dean raised an eyebrow clearing his throat to grab their attention. “You’re alive…?”


“Of course I’m alive I’m standing right here. Why wouldn’t I be alive?” This rose a bit of an alarm in the back of Dean’s head, he was standing there breathing and talking. What happened to the other Dean then? Something bad, he assumed.


The suited Sam lowered his head swallowing hard. “The other Dean..”


“Yeah, well, what about the other me? Speak up.”


“He’s dead. I’ve been working alone.” Dean frowned looking to his feet, his heart skipping a few beats, wondering if the other him died a warriors death. Deep down he didn’t want to ask, but that small part of him poked at him to do so. But before he could suit Sam began to speak once more. “We were trapped—we were lead into a trap. A large house inhabited by demons, neither of us thought it was that. We thought it was a vampire nest because of all the blood draining activity and well…the vampires that hung around outside. We went inside, and the hounds were released..”


Dean shuddered in discomfort, just thinking about being torn apart by hounds made him sick. It was one of the very things that would make the color drain from his face, make his heart skip a few beats, and create that sick feeling deep in his gut.


“So, I was dog food?”

“Bet you think this is real funny Michael, don’t you?” Sam sneered licking the fresh blood from his lip, his eyes never left the angel that stood before him. If anyone was to kidnap him of course it would be Michael wearing Dean to the prom. Because Michael knew he wouldn’t hurt him, not when Sam knew Dean was hidden away deep under. “You’re just gonna keep me here? Locked away in a dark room?”


Michael’s lips quirked into a small smirk, “I don’t want to kill you, Sam. You’re the only one able to keep Dean game. That meaning, if he acts up I could always just snip a finger off here and there. Keeping you locked up will be a blessing in the long run, how you say?” The angel slowly stepped closer his hands at his side. “I don’t have to worry about you coming after your brother. Plans will resume as they were before.”


“Cas will find me eventually.”


“Oh don’t you worry about Castiel. I will take care of him.” Michael shook his head circling around the chair Sam sat upon, his hands ran up resting on the youngest Winchester’s shoulders. He slowly leaned down, “Did you know…Dean still has his secrets. Ones he would never speak a word to you about? You’re not curious, are you?” He squeezed Sam’s shoulder softly.

As curious as Sam was he knew better than to fall for one of michael’s tricks, Dean had his secrets and Sam had his own as well. That’s why they were secrets, no one needed to know. It would be disrespectful to Dean. “It’s…” Sam’s head shot up glaring at Michael, “Dean does love you, Sam. But do you really know how much he lovesyou?”

And with that, the questions began to flow in.


(( another Lucifer supernatural crossover :) since y’all liked the last one ))


“Detective, listen to me, this is very important. I need you to release Sam Winchester. Don’t question me, just release him. Don’t ask questions, I’ll explain later,” None other than the Devil was speaking in hushed tones, the phone pressed against the side of his face. Barely even five feet away stood Dean Winchester, a gun aimed at his head. Dean had fought tooth and nail to get where he stood now, easily making his way through Maze—whom he did NOT kill. Bloody and bruised he found Lucifer chilling on a sofa sipping at a shot of whiskey.


Dean cleared his throat stepping closer, cocking the gun, “Release him and if, and only if, you leave him and I alone will I leave you alive. I want to hear the words fall from your lips, Lucifer.” The eldest Winchester spat, lips twitching with dissatisfaction, the last few days had not been kind to him. Anyone could see with how bloody and beaten he looked. Smelling strongly of iron.


Lucifer clenched his jaw hanging up the phone call, tossing the phone onto the sofa just feet away. His hands raised up showing he wasn’t armed. Would Dean shoot an unarmed man? No. But would Dean shoot the devil himself? Hell yeah he would. “I’m unarmed.”


Rolling his eyes Dean sneered, “I don’t give a rats ass what you are. You’re the devil being held up by a gun. Say those words and I just might leave here without putting a bullet between those pretty eyes of yours.” With that Dean took another step closer, holding the gun high at eye level to the devil.


“The detective and I solemnly swear to leave you and your beautiful haired brother alone.” Lucifer spoke calmly, “I’ll even escort you if need be.”


The Winchester couldn’t help but smirk softly, “You come running after us, it won’t be pretty. I’ll make your lives a living hell. No pun intended.”

“Gives you a nice high, don’t it? Head spinning? Feels great, right?” The smirk never left the Winchester’s face as he spoke, staring down at his brother whom was crouched in the corner like some animal. Crouching down he grabbed Sam’s shoulder, earning the attention of the younger male. A twisted grin upon the youngest Winchester’s face, staring up at Dean, if anyone were to see it, it would’ve been the crazed look in his darkened eyes. The lust, the bloodlust. Lust was a powerful thing, and Sam most likely would never be able to tear away from its grasp now.

Not with him being under Dean’s supervision, not with Dean supplying what was powering his addiction. “That’s what I thought. Tell me when you want more,” Dean let go of Sam’s shoulder climbing to his feet, his fingers brushed over the bite mark on his left arm. It was deep, deep enough the mark wasn’t healing it right away as it usually did. Sam had a bite to him.

But in the end it would be worthit.

He would have his right hand man, none other than his own fleshandblood.

fallinwinchesters:See you in five years, Dean.

fallinwinchesters:

See you in five years, Dean.


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