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you're the King of prank wars and I bow to your greatness.'"
Dean pulled away. "Never! You can eat my sparkly cock."
Sam laughed to himself watching Dean go and try to wash off the sparkle and glitter that only Dean himself could actually see. He loved prank wars.

Sam burst out laughing. "Is that what was taking you so long in the shower this morning?"
"Sam." Dean said gently. "Sammy, baby, dearest, love of my life, fix this."
Sam cupped Dean's face. "Say it. You know what I wanna hear."
"Please?"
"Nope. Not what I wanna hear. Say 'Sammy

go! Now reverse the dagmn spell, or go suck off whatever fairy king you need to to fix this!"
"Aw, but you look so pretty!" Sam chuckled, taking a drink of his coffee. "Besides it'll wear off in a week or two.."
"What about sex huh? You're gonna have glitter in your ass..."

"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

it really is

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

him. "Y'know, no one at this bar knows we're brothers here, and I always wanted you to fuck me on a pool table."
Dean grabs whats probably his hundredth shot and downs it.
"Dude, youre a freak, I love it."
Sam gasps as Dean lifts him, and carries him to the pool table...

got here, course every place kinda sucked without you." Sam thought that was kinda funny, the fact Dean had all of heaven, countless people he could interact with, and the whole time he had been bored out of his mind waiting for Sam to show up.
Sam turns in Dean's lap and kisses

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

The other Sam smirked, bending down and picking up the baby. He kissed the top of his head. "Daddys gotcha." He said soothingly before giving Sam a final glance. "Dont worry, Sammy. He won't even be able to tell us apart. Tell Dean hi for me"
Then Sam felt heat errupt around him

eyes.
"Don't worry about him." The other Sam smiled, glancing at the crib. "I'll take good care of the little heir. We need him."
Sam felt himself being moved against the wall, his body moving up on its own, and within a second, he was on the ceiling looking down over his son.

fucking touch him!"
Sam hissed, when someone grabbed a handful of his hair, yanking his head up. Sam blinked, trying to clear his vision, and finally, the world came back into focus, and for a moment he thought he was looking into a mirror. Except this version of him had yellow

he wasn't taking the risk. In the end, it didn't matter. What came broke through every defense Sam put up as if they were nothing. Sam struggled as he was thrown into the wall beside the crib, his head connecting so hard it made his vision blur. "Don't!" Sam growled. "Don't 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

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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

Cat: MAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOW
Me: IMMA TELL STAR IF YOU DONT STOP YELLING AT ME

Oh? What would it be for? Please don't say to steal Nuggz cause I would actually cry, and the cat would yell at you.

Come over here and do something about it 😏

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.

he saw a text from Dean, dated the morning after Sam had left. "If you hear from Sammy, tell him I'll always pick up if he calls."

it felt like a confession, a sin he couldn't for.
"Sam, haven't you figured out that no matter what, Dean loves you more than anything?"
Bobby sounded so sincere, but Sam couldn't make himself believe it.
A few years later, Sam found one of Bobby's old phones in a drawer and

fought, how he was told if he walked out, to not come back. How this time, Dean didn't step in between them, how he just quietly sat on the bed, looking at Sam like it would hurt less if he just went ahead and ripped his heart out.
"He won't forgive me for this." Sam said, and

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

down at himself.
"Are those fucking Lucky Charms?!"
"It's all I got Sam!"

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

Dean: Demon?
Sam: Probably. But lets leave them alone, poor things having an anxiety attack