Excuse me, everyone! Dean would like to show you something. Created by the always amazing @kamidiox.bsky.social

"You fucking cheater!" Dean shouted throwing his duffle bag at Sam. "Outside help isnt allowed in prank wars!" Sam smirked. "Where does it say that? Can I see it in writing?" "Sam, I'm fucking sparkling!" He pointed to the floor. "There's a trail of goddamn glitter everywhere I

Wrote a little thing. Sam can't be too evil if he cooks Dean dinner, right? archiveofourown.org/works/70888446

"Surely (He)aven waits for you" Created by the amazing @kamidiox.bsky.social I cant begin to describe how beautiful she did on this. The way Sam and Dean come back into color when theyre reunited, when their souls are together, melts my heart. #HappyBarniversary #Supernatural #Wincest

Look at what I just got from the amazing @kamidiox.bsky.social Who needs a purification ritual when you can have a slinky? #Supernatural

Dean grabs Sam and pulls him onto his lap, kissing his neck. "Hey, there you are, I missed you." Sam chuckles, leaning back into his brother. "Just went to the bathroom, you missed my after five minutes?" "I miss you after five seconds." Dean pouts. "This place sucked till you

Fic idea: Sam counted down the days until his son was 6 months old. He made preparations, carved sigils into different corners of the house, and used an entire bag of rock salt around the doors and windows. He didn't expect anyone to actually be stupid enough to come, but still,

Dean kisses the scar on Sam's hand. "You never told me where this one came from." That was true, Sam hadnt. He didn't like to think about that one, much less talk about it. But now, they were both in heaven, and they would never be apart again. "I had to dig a grave in Illinois."

#FanfictionFriday How to not flirt with your brother by @wincestdailyhc.bsky.social archiveofourown.org/works/646104... Dean's a demon, Sam doesn't have a soul, and sometimes they pick fights with each other. You'll enjoy this. It's... sizzling hot.

Dean: Dear, Honey, Sweetheart, Babe, Baby, Love, Cupcake... Sam: What are you doing? Dean: Trying to pick out a pet name for you. Sam: What's wrong with Sammy? Dean: It's your name. Sam: But you're the only one who gets to call me that so it's kind of a pet name. Dean: True

Theres a pillow on Sam's bed, made from Dean's jacket. Sam knows every stain, every rip, and hole in the fabric, knows them the same way he knew every freckle, scar, and curve of Dean's body. On worser days, he sprays the pillow with cologne, and he can pretend Deans still there.

The first night at Stanford, Sam got drunk. He held his phone, looking at Dean's contact, and he wanted to call, wanted to say he's sorry he hurt his brother, and he couldnt work up the courage. Instead, he called Bobby. Bobby listened to him tell the whole story, how he and dad

It isn't really Sam's thing, but for Dean, he'll indulge. He expects to feel fresh cut strawberries, the only fruit Dean deems worth eating, and whipped cream to be put on his bare chest, and instead feels something hard and small. Sam yanks off the blindfold, looking

Okay, but, a demon just wanting to live upstairs drama free, working at some crappy diner, and in walks the Winchester bros and poor stunt demon's just trying to come up with logical non demonic explanations for why the place smells like rotten eggs, the lights flicker, etc,

"How long are you going to keep letting him do this?" Cas asks, Dean, grabbing his arm to keep him upright. "I asked him to do this." Dean mumbled. "Heal me, or I'm just gonna give myself a transfusion, and do it anyways." Cas sighed. "I cannot be a part of~" Dean cut his friend

Dean sat on the grass and watched as Sam gathers wood, for his pyre. He pet Miracle, and gave a soft, sad, smile. "Good dog. You keep an eye on Sam for me, okay? He gets lost sometimes, and forgets to eat. Just give him some extra love from the both of us, and he'll be okay."

As far as spells went, Dean figured it could be worse. Besides, between Sams shaggy hair and those big misty eyes he used to get anything he wanted, he kinda looked like a dog anyways. "Look dude, I know it sucks, but we'll find a way to fix it, always do." He promised, adjusting

Dean knows Sam's dying. He can sense it. Has been for awhile. And he can't wait. He crosses his arm and leans against the doorway, he smiles. "You take your time, Sammy. We go when you're ready." Sam looks in the corner, and Dean knows Sam can see him, even if no one else can.

Dean and the other hunters he gathered watched as the Boy King brought a whole town to ruin. "You gonna be able to take him out?" One of them asked. Dean raised his beer to his lips, glancing over his shoulder at the other three men, then nodded. "If anyones gonna do it, it's

"Dude, I'm not eating that." Sam said firmly. "Youre still doing that prank war crap, and I don't trust you." Dean rolled his eyes, grabbed a fork, and stabbed it into the meatloaf, before taking a bite. "See?" Dean asked, swallowing. "I'm above putting stuff in your food for

Sam sighed contently, leaning against Dean. Dean smiled and kissed Sam's temple. "Whatcha thinking about baby?" He asked. "Besides how much you love me." "How good you'd look tied up with a cockring and a ball gag." Sam answered. "You're such a perv, Sam. Everyone thinks it's me

Sam had no clue whose idea it was to hire a male stripper for one of his college buddies birthday, but he had to admit, it was pretty funny seeing all the other guys get uncomfortable. Sam had never been shy about liking both men and women, and figured he would get his lap dance

Dean was disappointed with how easily he pinned Sam to the floor. "Easy Tiger." Dean said. Sam scrunched his face in confusion. "Dean?" Dean smiled. He knew that Sam may tell him to get lost, to get dead. But at the very least, he would have heard Sam say his name one last time.

Fic idea: Jared opens a cat cafe next to a bakery that Jensen owns. Instantly, the two fall in love, but assume the other is already in a relationship. Still, Jensen brings fresh bread over every day, and plays with the kittens. Finally, Jared invites Jensen to a party, and tells

In another world, everything is pretty much the exact same. Mary still dies in the fire, Sam and Dean are still raised as hunters, Sam still goes to school, and Dean still comes and gets him to help find their father. The only big difference is Dean doesn't speak. He doesn't say

Cas silently walked over to Dean, and without warning, touched his forehead, zapping him across the state. "What the fuck?" Dean grumbled. "Damn it Cas warn a guy before you..." He looked around, noticing he was an upscale hotel room looking out over a city. "Uhm, are we working

Dean had always known the other guy wasn't really his brother. Sure he had passed all the tests, salt, holy water, silver, so he was human, but he wasn't Dean's brother. "You don't need to stay here with me." Dean promised. "I'm sure your family misses you, don't you miss them?

When Sam was three he told Dean if he ever died Sam would be super angey, not angry, but angey, and he wouldn't speak to Dean ever again. When Sam and Dean reunited in heaven, Dean smiled and asked. "So, are you super angey, or do you forgive me for dying on you?" Sam stuck his

Okay, but, Sam and Dean somehow managing to keep their shifter baby, Dean just walking around like: Dean: Daddy Sams being an asshole and not letting us have pizza for breakfast and hes not even soulless Sam: don't tell him that! BobbyJohn: Ah-ole? Dean: That's right

When Sam was four he climbed up on the table at the doctors office and quietly let his wellness exam be done. He didn't even cry when he had to get three shots. "Good job, Sammy." Dean said proudly. "Okay Dean your turn." The doctor said. "Hop up, buddy." Dean frowned. "I uhm

Fic idea: Jared's security job at the local mall really isn't that bad. Sure there's the occasional lost kid, or some old lady arguing about her expired coupons, but mostly it's quiet. Then summer hits, and stores are reporting an influx of theft. Jared dresses in normal clothes

"I wanna make a deal." Dean tells Crowley. The demon's eyes flash red, and he smiles. "Let me guess. Sam's soul rescued from The Cage?" His eyes returned to normal and he straightened his jacket. "Sorry, Squirrel, beyond my paygrade." Dean shook his head. "No. My soul goes

I mean there is a love story hidden in plain sight. 1x8 Dean slaps Sams ass, calls him honey=flirting 2x11 Sam grabs Dean's face=dating 8x23 Church scene=wedding 9x1-15×20 Then they lived in domestic bliss for the rest of the show until they were reunited in heaven=MARRIED

"They do know we're brothers right?" Sam pushed his hands into Dean's jeans grabbing, and kneading his ass. "Mhm, doesnt seem to matter." "Thats sick." Dean said arching into Sam's touch. "What you let me do to you every night is sick" Sam teased. "You love it." "I love you."

Dean: In the hospital, before Dad died, he told me something. Sam: What did he say? Dean what did he say? Dean: He said... Sam: Say it. Dean: He said he knew we were fucking, Sammy. Sam:... Dean:.. Sam: I told you we should have bought a gag! Dean: oh and you may be evil

"I'm bored." Dean complained, sitting down next to Sam. "Wanna go get married?" Sam looked up from his book, and shook his head, smiling. "We can't get married today, we have dinner plans." For the next six months it became a game. One asking the other if they wanted to go get

Sometimes, Lucifer comes back. Not physically, not even in the form of a hallucination, but Dean knows he's there when he looks into Sam's eyes. More often than not it's when theyre having sex. Dean has learned to check on Sam frequently, asking if he's okay, kissing him, making

When DJ was three he mojo'd a toy car across the room in front of both Dean and Sam. Dean gave a stunned look, and quickly looked at Sam. Guilt and defeat were written all over Sam's face as he picked up the toddler and carried him off. 'He knew.' Dean thought, trailing behind.

Dean: It's Sam, it's always gonna be Sam. Over everyone, over anything, over me, I choose him. He is the only thing good in this world, and without him, I fucking can't...I won't... Guy: Sir, this is a drive thru. Dean: Let me get extra bacon on that veggie burger.

Dean waits until the guy Sam's on a date with goes into the bathroom before he slides in his seat. "What the hell are you doing?" Dean asks. Sam straightens, there's hurt written on his face, but he quickly switches it to anger. "Who I date is none of your business. If you cant~"

For #FanfictionFriday Bundle of Deception by @wincestdailyhc.bsky.social archiveofourown.org/works/626350... YOU GO READ IT AND YOU GO READ IT NOW. It's perfection. (I'm biased but doesn't mean I'm wrong!) Summary:

Thank fuck Sams got that demon blood probably the only thing that keeps those concussions he gets twice a day from doing serious damage.

Fic idea: Jared has been able to see ghosts for as long as he can remember. Sometimes they need help, sometimes theyre old ladies telling him to get off the lawn. But if he goes to a cemetery, he's guaranteed to find atleast a couple walking around. When his cousin passes, he

"Sam? Dean?" Bobby called, as he walked around the cabin. He hadn't heard from the brothers in six months, and he had decided to drop in on them. Upstairs he found a door with combination lock, he could hear someone pacing on the otherside. He tried Sams birthday, Deans, Johns,

In heaven, Dean finds Sam. Except, he can tell this Sam, who looks younger, more broken, isn't his Sam. "I saw you." Sam tells Dean, reaching for him, a look of pure joy, and relief on his face. "I watched you talk to Lucifer after he killed my Dean...I felt..." Sam didn't need

Dean's first memory is going clothes shopping with his mom, and standing in front of her very pregnant stomach, shielding it with his own body, not wanting people to touch her. When Sam was born, not much changed, people would come over, friends, neighbors, coworkers, all wanting

It took everything Dean had to not tell their bartender to go fuck himself. All night, he would touch Sam's hand when he set down their drinks, or would linger a little too long. The last time he came over, Sam's expression abruptly changed, he stood a little straighter, and his

"Oh no, Sammy." Dean said, nodding towards the snow covered tree in the yard. "I think I see a vicious bear." Sam grinned, holding out his arms as their toddler dressed in a fluffy bear coat ran towards them. "Hi Dada!" He said, hugging Sam. "I miss you!" Sam hugged him tight "I

Theres a few minutes where its just Dean and Jess, waiting for Sam to finish getting ready. Its more than a little awkward. Dean can tell she loves Sam, probably as much as he does, and he wants to hate her for it, but cant. "You should have called." She tells him. For years he

Dean practically kicked in the motel room door and pulled Sam to him, pressing their lips together in a deep, hungry kiss. Sam groaned, letting Dean push his tongue into his mouth. "Need you." Dean growls, kneading Sam's ass. "This morning wasn't enough?" Sam chuckled, working