#my chest hurts like a chest burster is about to hop out
—-hello! Just posting part of a Fanfiction I am working on! It is weecest! Nothing special. Sam trying to figure out his emotions. I’m not quite sure what I’m doing with it, I maaaay scrap the idea.
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Sixteen year old Sam Winchester drug his feet along the beaten pathway back towards the motel; prom night that’s what it was. Not for him, it was the one night of the year where the town lit to life. Why wouldn’t they had left town before this? Why couldn’t they had dipped and followed that lead on the werewolf? Dad would happily had done that, if he had been able to kill the rugaru earlier. Dumb people and their slip up made the brothers stay their longer – forcing them into sticking at this school.
His fingers twisted the knob of the motel room, pushing the door open just as soft giggling was heard on the others side. Alright. He knew that noise; he knew the soft grunt as well – as a frown appeared upon his lips he stepped back, gently latching the door once again. Prom just meant teenagers would be sleeping around; Dean would or did bring back someone. Disgusting. ‘Why couldn’t it had been me in there?’ A dirty but innocent thought at the time occurred, he sooo badly wanted to be that moaning whimpering mess of a female. He wanted to feel Dean’s fingers brushing through his hair, tugging the locks. He wanted Dean to bruise him. Break him.
As long as it was Dean.
Just big brother Dean.
No one else.
Tossing the impala into gear Dean let out a loud huff—as if the arch in his eyebrows wouldn’t give it away he wasn’t in his happy go lucky mood. Nope. Not even close; to think he believed himself to be the best prankster—and to have his little brother prove him wrong. Was he unamused? Yes. Proud? Ehh…jealous more so, Sam did learn from the best. After allowing the young male to bask in his glory Dean’s eyes flickered from the road to Sam’s form, “You finished? Or..do I need to remind you who was stuck with the itching powder while talking to law enforcement?”
With that comment Sam’s jaw wired shut; turning his head to look out the window. Did Sam really win this round?
“Bite me,” Came a sneer from the younger Winchester; lips pulling back showing his teeth; Dean merely grinned in response. So what he messed with Sam’s coffee?
Leaning back in this ‘excuse for a dining chair’ his brows raised; lips perked into a cocky smirk. One Sam knew all too well at this point in his life. “Tell me where, baby boy?”
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EDIT TYPE ; Scrap Writing ( from a Roleplay! )
WINCEST - NSFW - BOTTOM!SAM
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Hazel eyes locked onto Dean’s emerald gaze; Sam had to admit Dean was a damn Cheshire Cat when it came to words as well. Anything that fell off that perfect tongue of Dean’s just sent shivers through Sammy’s body. More specifically his groin. Were Winchesters just blessed with dirty talk? Dirty talk and blessed below the belt it seemed. God it felt so good to come, the young male continued to rock his hips riding out this pleasure. Thinking he’d just grind back into Dean, but that option came crashing down like an abandoned building. Brushing his white knuckles against Dean’s swollen lips Sam cocked his head to the side; a big ole grin plastering itself on his face.
“I could ride you all day, cowboy always has his favorite horse. Too bad mines already broken in,” just like his big brother; Sam had no way of stopping these remarks; it was as if they came naturally.
It almost made him chuckle; now he was the one with the references. Too bad it was a country song and Dean didn’t listen to country. Sam rather enjoyed country music; depending on the song and what mood he was in. Though he never got to play any around the impala—Dean would lose his shit if Sam played that within that confined vehicle. It would ‘poison’ her as Dean puts it.
As if to prove a point Sam pushed his hips down, easing himself down Dean’s member. His body squeezing the thick male within these slow movements; which were very unlike how Sam was earlier. Teasing, it had to be because Sam enjoyed teasing his big brother. As he was the one in charge and could go at any pace he liked. “Gonna ride you nice and slow, Dean. Like a slow happy trail ride.” He traced small circles in Dean’s stomach, working his hips down until Dean had been buried deep inside him.
“Mmm I could still walk last time, cowboy.”
Lights went off in his head thinking of how he could tease Dean; faintly he did remember Dean said something about making sure Sam couldn’t walk. Well, clearly he was walking, maybe not straight but still he was able to get around. A smirk played his lips, “I-I guess this cowboy isn’t good enough for such a role. Shame…” Sam’s hips came to a stop, though one hand removed itself from Dean’s shoulder, moving to wrap around his own aching member. “To think I thought you’d make a good cowboy. Guess I’ll just do it myself.”
// just some dirty writing for y’all //
Bro at least Sam and Dean ain’t gotta worry about choking each other to death since they’re already dead.
All the kinky sex without the worry.
- Sam giving head to Dean while he’s driving baby.
-Dean finding the most beautiful spot to pull over and just bang Sam into the hood of the impala.
-Dean finding a use for those handcuffs in the trunk of the impala
Them just being together!
I’m not sure what this is about but have this edit. Was going to scrap it but may as well post it. Someone may like it.
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I see you all do enjoy these edits! I love making them.
Hahahasupernatural?
Did you mean bawl at the screen for 40 minutes saying ‘no, no, no’ and pulling your hair?
Ha count me in please
