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After an argument, Dean heads to his room to brood with alcohol and music. And Sam heads to his room to relax with his favorite vibrator.
But Sam has never really had true privacy so he tries to not make any noise, but as his fantasy takes shape, it's too good to hold in.
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09 Sep 2025
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Post Sympathy for the Devil. Desperate to gain back Dean's trust Sam takes to doing little things for his brother, like getting the coffee every morning, packing the bags and giving up the first shower. They don't talk about it, but Dean knows this is Sam's way of showing him how sorry he is, and you know what? It just pisses Dean off.
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09 Sep 2025
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Sam's been struggling after regaining his soul.
Big brother Dean is there to give him what he needs.
This prompt from another work of mine (Daddy's Got You) inspired it:
Beautiful, gorgeous, stunning, brilliant - so good!!! Loved this so much!! Immediately checked if you had any other wincest fics and was shocked this is the only one!! If you’re looking for some prompts for the muse would love a rehash of this except after Dean picks Sam up from college or any time later in the canon where he puts Sam back into this headspace of relying on Dean after time apart. But I cannot stress enough I’ll literally check back and read whatever you decide to write! Thank you for sharing this with us!❤️Bookmarked by RE_RE_0031
08 Sep 2025
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The hallway led into another one before he came out into a bigger room with bookshelves and tables. At one of the tables a man was hunched over a book, one hand wrapped around an almost empty mug of what looked like coffee.
Dean didn’t get a feeling of danger but he trained the gun on the man anyway.
Something must have alerted him because the man looked up, turning towards Dean and letting the mug slide from his hand.
“Woah,” he said and Dean could now see his face and that was…
“Dean?” the man asked and it could be no one else but Sam, though older.
“Sam?” Dean asked back, not lowering his gun still.
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- Part 7 of Ficlets, drabbles & co.
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01 Sep 2025
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Back in 1924
Malcolm Monroe called her a Whore
He dirtied her name to the whole town
A poor disgraced young Jenny Brown
Then one night in ‘25
Was the last Monroe was seen alive
Malcolm's neighbour heard him scream
And then they found him in the stream
They looked for Jenny high and low
Certain that she killed Monroe
As they fastened Jenny to the pyre
She maintained he was a liar
'A curse upon you all!' she cried
And in the flames young Jenny died
Now Jenny's old house still stands there
Only enter if you dare
But tell a lie like old man Monroe
Then Jenny Brown is sure to know
She may make you burn, or make you drown
For no secret’s safe from Jenny BrownIt was just another basic salt and burn case. Something simple and relatively risk-free to keep the two teenagers occupied while John investigated something a bit more dangerous in the next town. As far as 19 year old Dean was concerned, it would be a quick and easy hunt and the creepy poem didn't mean a damn thing. Some whiny dead chick would never guess his most messed-up forbidden secret.
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03 Aug 2025