#hornychesters
carry on my wincest son
we’ll have sex once dad is gone
lay your weary ass in bed
with your brother sam
Dean: can I fuck the sad out of you?
Sam: I mean you can certainly try
Anatomy of a Sampala - ladygizarme - Supernatural (TV 2005) [Archive of Our Own]
Submission for @brobonebang
Rating: Explicit | Archive Warning: None | Words: 1342
Summary: “Sam?” Dean starts a gentle rhythm up and down in a familiar gesture.
“D-Dean?”
Dean can practically see the way Sam is shifting subtly, trying pointlessly not to give it away.
“What part of you am I fisting right now?”
Sam’s shaky breath filters through the impala’s Knight Rider console when he answers wryly, “What do you think?”
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In response to a prompt in the SPN_BroBoneBang1collection.
Dicks in a Box by fictionallemons
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester
Summary:Dean and Sam wake up in a box underground. One guess as to how they pass the time.
Fic: terra firma
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester
Tags/warning: Established Relationship, First Time in a Long Time, Post-Episode: s13e10 Wayward Sisters, The Bad Place, Unresolved Purgatory Issues, the practicalities of digesting a lizard, thigh fucking,Intercrural Sex
Wordcount: ~4.1k
Notes: Big thanks to @gracerene for the beta and encouragement. Filling a twofer of The Bad Place fucking for @brobonebang and my blank @spnkinkbingo square with thighfucking x
Summary: There’s one place Dean’s been before that was like this, and that he seemed to take to like a fish to water. Or told Sam that he had, and not…in kindness. Purgatory. The memory sits heavy in Sam’s stomach like digestive stones, grinding him up.
On ao3 here
fluffy wincest
(ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧
smutty wincest
٩(ó。ò۶ ♡)))
smutty that ends with fluffy wincest
☆*・゜゚・*\(^O^)/*・゜゚・*☆
Tag, You’re It - Zvae - Supernatural (TV 2005) [Archive of Our Own]
Dean was laughing boisterously there, pointing across the table at his brother with the tip of a pool cue. This night, all the regulars had already had their pockets wrung dry betting against him, and Sam was the only one stupid enough to keep playing. They moved around the table, treating the game of pool like a round of foreplay.