kayter:

 #He’s terrified of making sudden movements, terrified that thing will open it’s mouth and eat him up, and that’s all he’s got to worry about until the thing, it says, Dean hides a lot of things inside that dumb, pretty head of his. Sam doesn’t want to know what Dean hides, he tries to say, but God, he wants to know so damn bad he’d do anything for it. The thing comes up behind him, grins cocksure and condescending, leans down to whisper into Sam’s ear, Dean wants so many things, Sammy. Wouldn’t you like to know? Sam tries to shake his head, but it grabs his hair, yanks his head back so it can lick up his jaw. Dean wants to fuck you, baby boy, it says, so calm and collected like it isn’t setting fire to Sam’s insides, isn’t disrupting a system Sam had been perfecting for so long. He thinks about it all the time, it says, He thinks about it when you bend over to grab things, lean over to turn the light off. He thinks about it when you sit in that passenger seat, it kisses the side of his head, so gently it’s degrading, You take up all of his mind. He doesn’t know what he’d do if you left him. It grabs him by the hair again, forces him forward until he has to get up from the chair. It positions his handcuffed hands above his head and leans his body across the table, ass sticking out. Sam feels fear, cold panic, creep up his throat when it strokes slowly, almost kindly down his back, fingers catching at the knobs of his spine, dragging his jacket off until it hangs uselessly around his waist. Can’t blame him, it whispers like it’s a secret, and he makes his first noise of protest. It hushes him, says, Let’s put on a show, yeah? Wanna bring Dean in? Let him see himself taking what he’s wanted for so long? It’s poetic irony, Sammy. A while later, when Sam is screaming, screaming, screaming, it says, I love you, in Dean’s voice and Sam comes harder than he ever has in his life.

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itisnotofimport:

sam knowing he was unclean his whole life, weecest fic is about to face a revolution

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kansaskissedlips:

The last trial is INCESTUOUS FORNICATION

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wincestmakesmecry:

#it looks like dean just kissed sam as a joke #and sam is touching his mouth and thinking ‘w8 that wasn’t so bad’

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Sam shivered as he leaned against the splintered wooden wall of the barn. His shoulder ached from the fight with the demon-spawn Mar-Delok and his clothes were soaked from the cold rain which fell outside. He let the knife fall into the dust and turned to his brother.

Dean was shaken up. His chest was heaving with exertion and his shredded shirt was barely clinging to his muscular frame. Sam could see he was hurt.

“Hey. Are you ok?” Sam stepped closer and put his arms around Dean. “We’re going to get out of this, they can’t keep us here long.”

The brothers huddled together in the dark as the sound of the rain drumming on the roof eased their fears of pursuit. Despite the cold outside and the demons who, even now, must be approaching, the warmth of their embrace comforted them.

And then Sam caressed Dean’s clavicle.

“This is wrong.” said Dean.

“Then I don’t want to be right.” replied Sam, in a husky voice.

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wordsinhaled:

i’m in class, except instead of taking notes i’m remembering
your hands, their understated grace, how they might have
felt on my skin if we had ever touched like i wanted us to
back then. you’ve got a hunter’s callused and scarred fingers; 
only twenty-one but your palms have already hefted so much—
the weight of a rifle, the weight of my injured body, the weight
of some girl whose name you won’t remember in a week,
but who wraps her legs around your waist as though she needs you
in ways you think i don’t.

i do need you, and i’m getting 
better at this, better at streamlining the words that fill up my brain
whenever i catch myself on memories of you. here they are
on paper, the only notes i’ll ever need a laundry list of times
you carried me, or times i put my heart
into your arms to hold. 

deniigi:

The ever unchangeable octopus Sam.

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ceesquatch:

do you understand how far through the dark i will crawl 
for you i will tear the heaven from the skies in hopes that just
one angel will sing as it falls to the earth and that
you will feel its song and think of all of the ropes that i
unraveled trying to tether myself to you - and i need you
to listen to me breathe and realize that if you walk away from
me that my lungs will sever and follow and that
whatever it is that persuades my blood to keep moving through
my awful dirty heart will finally stop trying to keep this 
battered tower of skin and dark hope standing and that i will 
crumble in the balm of your shadow, cursing myself for 
loving something as whole and devastating as you 

(Source: cornfedkirks)

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