Author: laurengilbert573ukyedu

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sam winchester is sO CUTE //rips shirt off and runs into the sun 

I’M HAVING A SITUATION, HE’S SO CUTE

with his lil mannerisms and the fact that he likes peanut butter and banana sandwiche s and throws popcorn at dean when they watch movies and !!!! falls asleep to soft rock in the car!!!!!!!! and his dimples omg and like when he does dumb little brother things like get gleeful when dean embarrasses himself or wryly amused when people hit on dean in front of him ;u; and gosh gosh the fact that sam loves dogs! AND THE WAY HE LEANS ON DOOR-JAMBS AND STICKS HIS HIP OUT, lil bab omg! also the way his hair curls up that little bit at the ends and also like. those stickers he had on his very first laptop in s1, what even were those, saM U DORK

he’S SO CUTE HE’S THE CUTEST SWEETIE BAB i just can’T with him 

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Wincest Writing Challenge: Well Respected Man

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Written for @wincestwritingchallenge Round 11: Songs

Prompt: Well Respected Man, The Kooks

Pairing: Wincest (Swesson)

Partner: @ilostmyshoe-79

Rating: E/NC17

Summary: Dean Smith hated mess, and Sam Wesson was definitely a mess.

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Dean Smith hated mess, and Sam Wesson was definitely a mess.

He looked neat enough on the surface, the smooth lines of the hideous yellow shirt lining up with well-fitting pants, always clean and tidy; but Dean could tell that mess lurked just under the surface.

His hands always linger too close to hair that looks just ruffled; papers spill out of his satchel at the slightest provocation, and he always has an air of being not quite on time.

But the biggest potential mess is the upheaval Dean knows that Sam could wreak in his own life; there’s just something about Sam that draws Dean in. Dean’s used to easy, efficient one night stands or well-communicated casual arrangements where both parties are aware of the highly-defined boundaries; but Sam Wesson makes him want to throw that all away and take the kind of chances he’s never succumbed to in his entire life.

Dean tries to analyse it, of course (that’s what he does best). Is it Sam’s ridiculously floppy, pullable hair? Is it the long legs that power through the office on their way to no-doubt-crucial IT call outs? Is it the breadth of his shoulders straining under the ridiculous yellow tshirt?

Dean’s forced to admit, after an evening thinking it through while on his treadmill, that it is all and none of those things. Sam’s allure is all and none of those things; more worryingly it’s the dimples at the corner of Sam’s mouth that one time Dean made him smile; it’s the endearingly earnest way that Sam tries to convince Dean of things; and the fact that Sam seems to be waiting for him at the elevator every evening.

Dean’s unused to feelings like this, and it makes him deeply uncomfortable.

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“Get them nice and wet little brother,” Dean demands in a damp whisper against Sam’s ear as he shoves his fingers into Sam’s mouth. “Cause this is all the prep you’re getting.”

Sam moans around his brother’s fingers and makes sure to soak them, because John might be back any minute.

What they don’t know, is that John’s already back.

However, motel room doors are thin and hearts don’t make any noise when they break.

John drinks his whiskey in the lobby. He finishes it off methodically, like meds.

When he’s got the liquid courage to return, the room smells like sex.

John falls asleep dreaming of Mary’s forgiveness.