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“After returning from a hunt the Winchesters head to the cave to relax and eat a ton of Easter chocolate. Dean is hoping to put something else in his mouth other than candy.”  Practice Makes Perfect by KissingWinchesters

Nobody will ever tell me that Dean doesn’t mess with his brothers hair.

For@kellios Happy birthday hun enjoy some teeny present!

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“Little shit” 
_{For @exaggeratedspecificity}​<sub>Love ya.

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Their injuries are superficial, Dean will need a couple stitches. Sam argued the whole trip back home about stupid big brothers who cannot follow simple commands and stay safe, also they didn’t even make it inside the bunker. Dean thinks is an improvement because they at least got out of the car, this time.

Happy birthday Jacqui! Hope you enjoy this boys tribute.
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Kid Dean and toddler Sammy, an unexpected and violent thunderstorm hits while their dad is away and it’s up to Dean to comfort his terrified little brother. 

Based on  I’ll Be For You A Shelter From the Storm by RiatheMai for the quickybang

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“Shhh, Sammy. Don’t ruin the moment.” Dean looped his arms around Sam’s neck as their bodies started moving in unison, slotting together like they danced this way every day.

Drawing based on the fanfic Sexual Healing by Exaggerated_Specificity 

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“Sam hates Valentine’s Day. When you’re in love with your brother, it kinda sucks.” 
Based on “It’s Happening Today, Valentine, Valentine” by kissingwinchesters _{[valentine’s day, case fic, mutual pining, first time together]} 

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Is my boy Dean birthday and my present for him this year is his two favorite things. (yeah I know promises about Sam in lingerie were made last night here, I owe you)   

It’s everywhere

In the doorways, below light fixtures, over the men of letters desk, in the kitchen. Hell, Sam’s sure he even saw some dangling from the wing mirror in the Impala.

Dean has literally decked the halls.

“Where did you even get this much mistletoe on Christmas Eve?” Sam asks, trying and failing not to stare at Dean’s ass. Dean is halfway up a ladder and it’s right there at eye level, curved and perky even at his age, so it’s not exactly Sam’s fault. “And what’s with the hat?”

“So many questions,” Dean sighs, the bell in his Santa hat jingling. “Pass me the pins.”

Sam does, and Dean attaches another bunch of mistletoe to yet another doorway.

“I read somewhere once that mistletoe is good at warding off spirits. They’re rife at this time of year, Sammy. It’s good. It’s for protection.”

“Right,” Sam replies. “It’s funny, I’ve never heard that before.”…