morgana + supernatural   563

The Food Network Presents… , by Azure_K_Mello
This page has links to all 9 chapters in this ‘verse.

Summary: “Jared Padalecki is a Food Network Chef. Jensen is a very famous recluse. He was a child star, a pop star, an Oscar nominee, a world renowned pianist and a single father. Jared is too self-obsessed to know any of that. Mostly he just knows that Jensen is super hot.

Jensen knows he's done with relationships but his six-year-old son, Jamie, loves the Food Network. He has debilitating food allergies and Jared is his favorite star in the world. Jensen loves his baby so he lets Jared meet him. The rest is history.”
supernatural  j2  jared/jensen  rps  explicit  au  food  kidfic  music  touring  length:175001-180000  author:azure_k_mello 
november 2017 by morgana
The Extraordinary Experiences of an Unusual Sidekick In the City, by truelyesoteric
Summary: “Jared Padalecki, Class Two Superhero, has lived his entire life in his small town. Another disappointing Superboyfriend is the kick that he needs to get out. He arrives in the City, expecting to be overwhelmed, instead it seems that he finds everything that he has always been looking for.”
supernatural  j2  jared/jensen  rps  explicit  top!jared  au  humor  superheroes  length:40001-45000  author:trulelyesoteric 
november 2017 by morgana
Phoenix1966's Themed Rec Lists for Wincest and J2
This is a really long list of a variety of themes; she does generally favor bottom!Sam and bottom!Jared.
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  j2  jared/jensen  recs  author:phoenix1966 
november 2017 by morgana
LJ J2 Recs: Sci-Fi Stories
List of a variety of stories, including clones, space, time travel, genetically engineered/enhanced/altered humans, cyberpunk, steampunk, androids, robots & sexbots, dragons, metahumans & mutants, and superheroes. The list hasn't been updated in several years but it's still a good resource.
supernatural  j2  jared/jensen  rps  dragons  space  index 
september 2017 by morgana
Faith, Trust, and a Dog or Four , by UnabashedBird
Summary: “Sam adopts a dog because, like Jody keeps telling him, he's allowed to want and have nice things. Somehow, thanks in part to the large dog forcefully impressing on Dean the necessity of an attitude adjustment, this leads to a bunker occupied by two humans, four dogs, an ex-angel, and an ex-demon. And when Charlie, Dorothy, and a surprise guest return from Oz just in time for Christmas, the fun really begins.”

Author’s note: “This story was born out of my need for 1) Sam to have a dog, 2) Dean to stop being a jackass and apologize for past jackassery, 3) Sam to have friends, 4) Meg to not be dead, and 5) Jess to come back and her and Sam to live happily ever after. If anyone enjoys reading it even half as much as I enjoyed writing it, I will be thrilled to pieces."

This is part of the Never Never Land series.
supernatural  sam  dean  sam/jess  castiel  charlie  jess  jody  meg  castiel/meg  charlie/dorothy  angst  bunker  dogs  holiday:christmas  season:10  length:30001-35000  author:UnabashedBird 
september 2017 by morgana
The Lines Betweeen Brotherhood and Blood, by jasmineisland
Summary: “Takes place after Southern Comfort, S8. The Vengeance Specter laid open wounds between the Winchester Brothers. A hunt goes wrong, which only deepens the divide. Just when Dean begins to feel like moving on and splitting up might be the best answer, a Pagan God drags Sam into a mission of absolution that he won't refuse. Dean discovers that his brother has been hanging on by a thread, and the year he was in Purgatory was much worse on Sam than he ever suspected. Cas, Benny, and, worst of all, Crowley see what he has somehow missed -- just how fragile Sam is. With a little help, Dean learns what Sam had been unable to share -- just how far he was willing to go do and what he is still going through, proving to Dean that he is still Sam’s stone number one.”
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  established  explicit  dean/benny.lafitte  castiel  crowley  jody  season:8  length:35001-40000  author:jasmineisland 
september 2017 by morgana
Hell's Mouth, by sinka
Summary: "When Dean tells his brother to 'pick a hemisphere' he doesn't expect him to take it literally and drop off the map. So when an eye-opening trip to the future makes him realize their separation was a mistake, he doesn't expect having to follow Sam’s trail through several countries and across the sea. And when he finally finds his wayward brother, in the old world of all places, he certainly doesn't expect Sam to give him the cold shoulder just as they get immersed in a hunt that could be just your average haunted castle – or the very mouth of Hell.”
supernatural  sam  dean  gen  angst  casefic  ghost  hurt/comfort  season:5  length:30001-35000  author:sinka 
september 2017 by morgana
Roof But No Ceiling , by bellatemple
Summary: "With Sam in recovery from the trials, Dean finds himself at loose ends, tethered to the bunker and his sick brother and bored out of his mind. When a ghostly woman in early 20th century clothing walks through his bedroom in the middle of the night, he's mostly just glad to have something to focus on that isn't Sam or Kevin or his search for Cas. Following her leads deeper into the bunker -- and Men of Letters history -- than he and Sam ever expected to go."
supernatural  sam  dean  gen  charlie  crowley  kevin  OFC  dean:hurt  sam:hurt  bunker  ghost  hurt/comfort  season:9  length:55001-60000  author:bellatemple 
september 2017 by morgana
Master List: The Organization ‘Verse, by Ladybughanlen
This page has links to all the chapters of The Organizatioin Verse.

Summary: "AU - They boys form a partnership with the Organization, an agency that has been attempting to understand the Supernatural and combat threats with limited success. The Organization needs the Winchester's expertise and the boys just might need the Organization. Third Party POV."

“The Boss -- The boys are arrested and placed in separate holding cells."

“The Job -- The boys are asked to come to the rescue."

“The Recovery -- The boys need some recovery time."

“The Journey -- The Boss joins the boys on the road and together they discover the way home."

“The Family -- The Boys settle down at last and the family comes together."

“The Discovery – The boys discover something surprising about their new home and embrace new responsibilities."

“The Reminder -- The Boys are reminded that threats remain."

“The Return -- The boys handle an unexpected visitor."
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  established  futurefic  outsider.POV  length:125001-130000  author:ladybughanlen 
september 2017 by morgana
LiveJournal Supernatural DVD Commentary Community
Link to the community where people posted commentaries on other people's stories.
supernatural  sam  dean  index 
august 2017 by morgana
Twistofapen's sam/dean (wincest) recs
Lengthy list on Diigo, complete with tags, where author goes by Helleborin A.
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  first.time  established  recs  author:helleborin_a  author:twistofapen 
april 2017 by morgana
twistofapen's BAMF!Sam recs
List of recs on Diigo, where author goes by Helleborin A.
supernatural  sam  dean  gen  wincest  recs  author:helleborin_a  author:twistofapen 
april 2017 by morgana
Sinful Desire Index
This page links to "Sinful Desire," where the collection has been moved to AO3.

Summary: "Welcome to Sinful Desire! This collection is your place to find a wide variety of Sam/Dean stories along with some great Jared/Jensen stories added into the mix.

Sinful Desire is open to new works that are Sam/Dean- or Jared/Jensen-centric."
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  j2  jared/jensen  index 
january 2017 by morgana
Clean Getaway, by vicious_trade
Summary: "It was cute for about a week. But it it's been several months now and somehow Sam is still not getting it."

Sequel to "Say It's Possible" and "And One More For the Road." This one is from Dean's perspective, and shows that they still are having problems.

{' He’s got to stop her there. “Actually Krystal, that’s not going to happen tonight.” He says, clearing his throat and catching her off guard. “See, I’m actually kind of...involved with someone right now.” She doesn’t need to know that *someone* is his little brother.

Disappointment plays across her features. “Oh.”

Dean takes another drink and drags a hand across his mouth. “Yeah. But thanks.”

She leaves the table pretty quickly after that and Dean only manages to avoid Sam’s gaze for a few seconds before he has to look over – and Sam is fixing him with this mock-concerned expression, arms crossed in front of his chest. “How are you doing over there? Need some fresh air? Or a time machine?”

Tossing back the last of the liquid in his glass, Dean pulls out a couple bills and throws down enough to cover the alcohol and a pretty generous ‘apology’ tip. “Can we get out of here?” If this is going to go down the way he thinks it will, they need to be out of earshot and somewhere with a little less glass. And pool cues.

When they get outside and set out for the motel, a mere two minute walk away, Dean feels a morbid rush of excitement because this is *different.* It’s not like the time he made a crack about having a headache and he couldn’t get Sam to sleep in the same bed as him for a week, and it definitely trumped the confused, oblivious looks on the kid’s face the first times Dean had tried out pet names in public. This is an *emotion* at least, and it’s not just any emotion, it’s Sam angry – jealous, even. And that means maybe, just maybe, some of this is finally starting to sink in.

But the cool night air seems to have some sort of extinguishing effect on Sam’s anger, because the rigid line of his shoulders deflates down to nothing. He shoves his hands in his pockets and seems to try and disappear right before Dean’s very eyes.

A frown of concern replaces the frustrated anticipation. “Sam?” he tries, watching.

“I’m gonna...” Sam jerks a thumb over one of his shoulders, blindly gesturing down a long stretch of dark, deserted sidewalk. Like that explains everything.

Dean stares blankly. “...Work the corner? Streak butt-naked through town? What?”

Not so much as a smirk. “Take a walk.”

Fuck. Right up the ass with a rusty sheriff’s badge.

“Sam, come on,” Dean starts, taking a step toward him with a hand outstretched and steady, trying to look as non-threatening as possible. “Let’s just go – back to the room, okay? We can talk about this all to your little heart’s content. Or not, we can talk about whatever. Or not talk at all. I can paint your toenails *Bull Durham* style and we’ll stare into each other’s eyes until morning. Just come back with me.” *Don’t walk away,* he thinks. *Not now, not when you’ve got that look on your face like you’re glad I proved you wrong.*

But Sam is already backing up, putting miles and miles of distance between them with just a few timid steps. “I won’t be gone long. I promise.” He offers a tight, forced smile that doesn’t reach his eyes and then he turns and strides away.

Dean watches him go and lets out a sigh of defeat. “Rinse, lather, repeat.” He mutters under his breath, and walks slowly down the block.

He never would have thought in a million years that being in a relationship meant spending so much time alone. '}
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  established  explicit  top!dean  sequel  length:10001-15000  author:vicious_trade 
november 2016 by morgana
And One More For the Road, by vicious-trade
Summary: "Sam isn't blind, he can see just as well as everyone else does that Dean loves food, fast women, and most importantly, his car. However, he's not so quick on the uptake about other things, as it turns out."

Sequel to "Say It's Possible." The sequel to this story is "Clean Getaway."
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  established  sequel  length:5001-10000 
november 2016 by morgana
Say It's Possible, by vicious-trade
Summary: "Sam thought screwing around with Dean would be easy - he was finally getting what he wanted, and if Dean didn't feel the same way? Well, that didn't matter. He'd play his part and everything would be fine. Except Dean seems dead set on messing with his head, and Sam isn't so sure this was worth all the trouble, after all."

Sam and Dean start having sex, and while Dean seems to be serious about it Sam can't trust his intentions.

{ ' Then, when they were ready to get on the road and Sam was coming back from a bathroom break, he finds Dean leaning up against the counter, leering shamelessly at the waitress that had been bringing them coffee refills. She giggles, slapping him on the arm playfully.

As she’s leaning in close to whisper something in his ear, and Dean tilts his head to listen, a pleased smile curling his lips, Sam sets his teeth and walks quickly past.

If his elbow hits Dean accidentally on the way by, then...whoops.

It’s a few seconds later, as he’s sucking in a lungful of brisk, mind-clearing fall air, that Dean appears behind him. He doesn’t look too happy.

“So is that it, Sam?” he asks, arms spread wide. “This whole thing is over some stupid jealousy deal you’ve got goin’ on?” Dean shakes his head, squinting at Sam like he’s seeing him for the first time in fifteen years.

Sam feels himself stiffen. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Dean gets closer as Sam tries to walk away. “No, I think I do,” he insists, following until they’ve gotten to the car and there’s nowhere else to run. Now he folds his arms in front of his chest and faces Sam like some kind of disappointed parent. “This – the way you keep acting? Better not be because I look at a nice set of tits when they walk by, dude, because I’ll tell you right now, you’ll have to grow a set if you think I’m going to be able to stop anytime soon. I’m human, Sam.” He declares, sweeping a hand down the back of his head, down to his neck. “It doesn’t mean anything.”

“No,” Sam says with a sigh, staring at the concrete. “That...this? It’s my fault.”

A pause. “Come again?” replies Dean, surprise evident in his voice.

Sam shrugs his shoulders. “I forgot myself in there for a moment. I don’ won’t happen again. I know better.” He puts his hands into his coat pockets, looking hopefully at his brother. “Can we go now?” he asks.

Dean is looking at him like he’s just spoken Nordic. “Uh, no. No, we can’t.” He says lightly. “Not until you tell me what in the name of Brangelina you’re talking about.” His features harden and he raises his eyebrows. Waiting.

Sam looks around helplessly. “Look, Dean, you don’t have to do this.”

Dean blinks. “Do what?”

Sam gestures at the space between them “*This.* Lie to me – whatever. We’ve been doing this for awhile now. It didn’t make much sense to me at first, but I get it. I’ve figured it out. I’m handling it.” He tries a tight smile, one that doesn’t meet his eyes, but there’s no point, really, because Dean is just scowling like he insulted Angus Young. “I know what I am for you, and I’m okay with it. You don’t have to pretend anymore.”

For a moment, it’s like the earth has stood still. Everything is silent, and Dean doesn’t even seem to breathe. But then he’s in motion, so fast it makes Sam’s head spin, slamming him up against the side of the Imapala. The breath rattles from his lungs.


“Shut up,” Dean hisses, voice deadly. “You think...what, you’re just some piece of ass to me? That I use and then throw away?”

Sam squirms, flinching. The metal digs painfully into his back, Dean’s forearm pressing heavily across his shoulders.

Dean’s face contorts with rage. “You...” He growls, then drops his head, letting Sam go. He takes a step back, and several deep breaths, looking skyward.

Righting himself, Sam adjusts his jacket, watching his older brother wearily.

For a long time, Dean says and does nothing but study the clouds. Then he glances once at Sam, his face unreadable, before looking away again. “You’re such a fucking asshole, Sam,” he finally says, tiredly, his voice thin and expression worn, like he’s just run a marathon. He shakes his head, as if he’s being forced to do something awful. “Get in the car.”

Because he’s not stupid, Sam does. '}

There are 2 sequels: "And One More For the Road," and "Clean Getaway."
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  first.time  angst  length:10001-15000 
november 2016 by morgana
Deleted Scenes, by paperstorm
This page has links to the tags paperstorm has written for episodes 1.1 through 5.20.
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  coda  index  season:1  season:2  season:3  season:4  season:5  author:paperstorm 
august 2016 by morgana
BewareTheIdes15's Supernatural and J2 Stories
This page has links to BewareTheIdes15's stories for Supernatural, J2, and even Avenger stories. She also posts on LiveJournal.
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  j2  index  author:bewaretheides15 
august 2016 by morgana
Liron_aria's Supernatural Stories
List of Liron_aria’s Supernatural stories on Archive of Our Own. Her stories seem to be almost 100% from Sam’s perspective. and take his side in any confrontation.

She also posts meta on her tumblr:
supernatural  sam  dean  sam/jess  sam:hurt  angst  index  author:liron_aria 
june 2016 by morgana
Semirah's Supernatural Stories
List of Semirah’s Supernatural stories on Archive of Our Own. Her stories seem to be almost 100% from Sam’s perspective. and take his side in any confrontation.

She also posts ficlets and meta on her tumblr:
supernatural  sam  dean  sam/castiel  sam/brady  sam:hurt  hurt/comfort  index  author:semirah 
june 2016 by morgana
Brother's Blood 'Verse, by diana_lucifera and stormageddon
This page has links to all the chapters of the Brother’s Blood ‘Verse.

Part 1 – “Brother’s Bllood” -- When Dean goes missing on a hunt in New Orleans, John picks Sam up from Stanford to help look for him. (Pilot AU)

Part 2 – “Crash and Burn” – “In the ashes of Palo Alto, no one is okay.”

Part 3 – “Skin Me Alive” – “The truth hurts.

Getting worked over with a baseball bat while a monster wearing your brother's face dishes all of his dirty secrets?

Yeah, that fucking *sucks.*”

Part 4 – “No Quarter” – “In which no one kills with kindness.”

Part 5 – “The Hitch-Hunter’s Guide to Apple Country (or Why Abandoning Your Back-Up at a Dairy Queen and Setting Off to Prove Some Macho Point is a TERRIBLE Idea) -- Things aren't alright after Roosevelt, and Dad's call takes them from "Manfully Ignoring the Problem" to "Screaming at Each Other on the Side of the Road."

Sam wishes he could say he was surprised.

Part 6 – “Secondhand Faith” – “In which life sucks, then you die.”

Part 7 – “Worst Nightmare” – “In which dreams really do come true.”

Part 8 – “Bent” – “In which pissing Dean off is the real most dangerous game.”

Part 9 – “Father’s Gun” – “After the events of "Brother's Blood," Sam and Dean are faced with teaming up with John to hunt the Yellow-Eyed Demon, all while keeping Sam's powers a secret and dodging their dad's questions about just why things between them are so... different.”
supernatural  sam/dean  sam  dean  sam/jess  bobby  ellen  john  wip  author:diana_lucifera  author:stormageddon 
june 2016 by morgana
Moon on Fire, by Bloodkisses
Sequel to "For the End of My Broken Heart."

Summary: "AU. Set six months after the end of For The End of My Broken Heart (if you haven't read that, this won't make much sense). The boys are still dealing with the change in their relationship, as well as the new bond, all while investigating a case involving an Ancient Egyptian cult, a killer mummy and some very unusual deaths."
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  sequel  length:30001-35000  author:bloodkisses 
april 2016 by morgana
For the End of my Broken Heart, by Bloodkisses
Summary: "Au, set post Devil's Trap. John leaves and Sam's left to try and put the broken pieces of his brother back together again."
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  length:55001-60000  author:bloodkisses 
april 2016 by morgana
This is supposed to be the bookmark for the first round of spn_masquerade, but it actually has the links for all 4 rounds.
supernatural  wincest  j2  pwp  spn_masquerade 
march 2016 by morgana
Maygra's Supernatural Bookmarks on Delicious
An extremely large collection of bookmarks, but not overly-tagged.
supernatural  recs  author:maygra 
january 2016 by morgana
Killabeez's Supernatural Fic Recs, Part 1
(Note, this page opens to the wincest recs. Scroll up to see the Gen recs.) Part 2 (the recs made after 2-2-08 are on Pinboard.
supernatural  gen  wincest  recs  author:killa  author:killabeez 
january 2016 by morgana
The spn_littlebro community
A reccing community specifically for hurt!Sam and hurt!Jared recs. There's a delicious account located here:
supernatural  sam  jared  sam:hurt  hurt/comfort  recs 
january 2016 by morgana
yourlibrarian's Bookmarks on AO3
Includes stories for The Avengers, Supernatural, Supernatural RPF, Buffy, Thor and Iron Man.
supernatural  j2  buffy.the.vampire.slayer  avengers  recs  author:yourlibrarian 
january 2016 by morgana
frozen_delight's Supernatural Wincest Recs - Part 2, by frozen_delight
Non-Con/Darkfic, Outsider!POV, Slice of Life/Domesticity, Stanford Era, Unrequited Love, Ust/Pre-Slash
supernatural  wincest  recs  author:frozen_delight 
january 2016 by morgana
frozen_delight's Supernatural Wincest Recs - Part 1, by frozen_delight
Angst/Deathfic, Angst/Other, Curtain Fic, Fix-its, Fluff and Humour, Getting Together, Kinky Stuff
supernatural  wincest  recs  author:frozen_delight 
january 2016 by morgana
Master List: Sail and Mast 'verse, by Linden
This page has links to all the chapters of the Sail and Mast ‘Verse.

{‘ Post-series adventures in domesticity in Ithaca, NY.’}

Part 1 – “Anchor and Moon” – “They ended up in Ithaca, New York. Yeah. Dean wasn’t quite certain how that happened, either.”

Part 2 – “Philtatos” – “Dean is surprised to discover that the taxidermied possum is the *second* most awesome thing up for grabs at an estate sale north of Ithaca.

Part 3 – “Song and Sigh of the Weary” – They’d been in Ithaca for four years when Sam stumbled across their house.”

Part 4 – “Ghost in the Garden” – Maeve’s new neighbors were easy on the eyes, but there was something unsettling about them.

Part 5 – “Sunbright” – “Some nights, on the bad nights, Dean still dreamed of Cain.”
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  established  non-explicit  curtainfic  futurefic  outsider.POV  schmoop  wip  length:10001-15000  author:linden 
november 2015 by morgana
The Princess and the Memory Foam, by blackrabbit42
This is exceptionally funny, no matter how many times I read it. It’s written in diary form, from the point of view of Dean’s Memory Foam mattress.

{‘Day 59. If I have to listen to those Dial-A-Sleep-Number bitches going on about how smart they are for even one more day, I’m going to fucking self-immolate. It will be a god-damned mattress factory fire. Big fucking deal, your human *tells* you what to do and you do it. Try being a memory foam. The surface area of the average human male is 1900 square centimeters, and I will be expected to memorize every damn one of them.

Day 60. I really never believed in MattressGod before, but apparently, my prayers have been answered. Moved from the factory to the showroom today.

Day 61. There are things that happen on the showroom floor that I’d really rather not remember, thank you very much.

Day 72. Okay, please let me say that I am fully aware that I am going to sound like a teenybopper at a Beatles concert when I say this, but… EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! There were some scary moments there in the showroom—that guy who smelled like a goat, that woman with that….growth in the middle of her back, the three-year old who was still wearing pull-ups and showed a predilection toward being an incurable jumper. And while we’re on that topic, who the hell buys their three year old a queen size memory foam anyway?

Anyway, the minute I felt his hands caressing my Everfeel™ Plush surface, I knew I had to have him. He pressed his palm deep into my Cool Action™ Dual Effects® Gel Memory Foam, and I gently molded myself to his hand, doing everything I could to let him know I would support him. I would remember him.

His name is Dean, and I’m to be delivered to him tomorrow.

Day 73. This is what I was made for. I don’t know what type of cut-rate mattresses Dean has been sleeping on, but his neck is all out of whack, and don’t even get me started on his spine. We’ll sort it out, the two of us, I just need a little time. But for now? Oh. My. MattressGOD. It’s almost too easy, because no way in hell would I ever forget a single one of the 2,020 square centimeters of him. What? Yes, I know, I said the average male has an average body surface area of 1900 square centimeters. There is nothing *average* about Dean Winchester.

The noises that came out of his mouth when he first lay down and felt the way my Comfort Last® Foam Core with Ultimate Edge® gave him support in all the right places, I swear, my Cool Action™ almost failed me. But I’m a goddamned professional, so I did my job like a mother-fucking boss.

I held him all night and he slept like a baby.

Day 76. I said we would work out the problems with his spine, and we did. I would like to murder those mattresses from his past in their beds. How could they have done this to him? No matter. I’ve got him now. ‘}
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  established  non-explicit  humor  outsider.POV  author:blackrabbit42 
september 2015 by morgana
Safiyabat's Supernatural Stories
List of Safiyabat's Supernatural stories on Archive of Our Own. (Her stories also appear on LiveJournal.) Her stories are almost 100% from the perspective of Sam, and take his side in any confrontation. Almost all the stories are gen, but there was some wincest that crept in.
supernatural  sam/dean  sam  dean  wincest  gen  index  author:safiyabat 
august 2015 by morgana
No Difference, by the_bookkeeper
Summary: “Derek has been in a lot of bad situations. This one easily makes the top five. Or would, if Dean and Sam Winchester were actually acting like the sadistic psychopaths he expected them to be. Instead, Dean is referencing Star Trek, Sam is comforting Reid, and Derek has never been more confused.”

Sam, Dean, Derek Morgan and Spenser Reid are in a cave-in. Sam starts hallucinating because of the cold and the dark.

{‘ The silence stretched. The sunlight was almost entirely gone now, and Derek suppressed a shiver. The temperature was going to drop like a rock. Dean had about five different layers on, and Reid would probably be okay in his sweater vest, but Derek’s t-shirt meant he was in for an uncomfortable night. Judging by Dean’s furrowed brow, he was having similar thoughts and trying to remember what his brother was wearing.

“Dean.” Sam’s voice had a new note in it, on the verge of shaking and edged with something which wasn’t quite fear, yet. “It’s, uh, it’s getting kind of chilly in here.”

Dean closed his eyes for an instant, mouth moving in a silent curse. He shot Derek a glare as if daring him to comment, and then leaned closer to the wall to address his brother, his voice low as if he could keep Derek and Reid from hearing.

“Listen to me, man,” he said. “You gotta hold it together, okay? We’ll be out of here before you know it.”

And into police custody and probably solitary confinement, as Derek was certain they were both well aware, but nobody mentioned it.

“Yeah,” Sam agreed, but he didn’t sound as if he believed it. “It’s just, it feels like . . .”

“I know,” said Dean, and the pain on his face was so raw and intimate that Derek looked away. “But you’re not there, Sam. You gotta hold onto that.”

There was only ragged breathing in reply. “You’re not there.” Flashbacks, it sounded like. PTSD. Maybe the trauma had caused the behavior shift, multiple personalities or some kind of fugue state. Derek wondered what kind of trauma could splinter a man who was so twisted already.

Dean spoke again, this time with an edge of desperation.

“You used to be so scared of the dark, remember that, Sammy?”

Sam gave a sharp burst of laughter, harsh and verging on hysterical. ‘}
supernatural  sam  dean  gen  drama  outsider.POV  crossover:spn-criminal.minds  season:7  length:5001-10000  author:the_bookkeeper 
may 2015 by morgana
BM on Highway 200, by frozen_delight
A coda to “Fan Fiction” (episode 10.5), where Sam and Dean are discussing the various fanfic ships.

{‘ Sam blinked against the last slanting rays of the setting sun and squinted sideways at his brother. “So what do you reckon it is? Our names are so short, it’s really difficult. Sean? … Damn?”

“No! Just no! Can’t you think about anything else?”

“Dude, how am I supposed to think about anything else when you’ve been humming that Sam and Dean duet for the last fifty miles?”

“I did no-” Dean shut his mouth, looking mildly horrified. Sam laughed. He was feeling more elated than he had in a long time, and if the extensive humming was anything to go by, so was Dean. Not that he’d admit it. “Shut up!”

Stifling his laughter, Sam turned to his phone instead. The signal was pretty bad, but within a minute he had what he was looking for. “Wincest,” he announced triumphantly. “It’s called Wincest.”

The car swerved dangerously as Dean spun around in his seat to face Sam. “Dude, you did not just google what people call it when they think that we top off a good day of ganking ghosts with some horizontal monster mash!”

Sam gazed back at his brother with the most innocent expression in his broad acting repertoire. “It’s more innovative than Destiel, don’t you think? And they definitely know we’re brothers,” he added as an afterthought.

“Wow, that’s just great,” Dean said sarcastically. After a short pause, he began again with a frown, “I gotta ask, though, man, I mean you were the one who practically wet his pants with excitement when we entered that theater. And you’ve got a girl’s hair. So first you, then Cas - Why am I always the gay one?”

“Maybe it’s because of the intense green eyes you make every time we have a BM moment?” Sam teased him. “Really makes me want to hum You Must Love Me deep inside.”

Dean’s free hand slammed down on the steering wheel. “Don’t ever! You have a terrible singing voice!”

“Or maybe it’s the single man tear?”

“Shut your face!”

“I’m a bit disappointed that Sam and Cas didn’t get a good BM moment too…”

Dean raised his eyebrows, then let them dance, accompanied by a flick of his right hand. “Dude, is this what this is all about? You still jealous? Far as I’m concerned, Cas is all yours and you can have all your geeky girly Sas-whatever-ness together.”

“Lots of sass, yes.”

“You wish. Bitch.”

“Jerk.” Sam grinned at his brother until the corners of his mouth started hurting. Possibly those were the muscles he’d used the least in the last two years, but he was determined to do long workout sessions with them now. He owed himself that much, hell he owed both of them.

It seemed almost surreal that they were sitting in this car, driving off into the sunset, bickering the way they’d used to when they were still two kids cooped up in the backseat, and that they’d worked a case together where no one had died, apart from the monster that desperately needed killing of course, where everything they’d done felt right and simple and true, and the only burning question remaining was why people thought Cas would choose to bone Dean rather than Sam. ‘}
supernatural  sam  dean  gen  fanfic.aware  humor  coda:10.05  season:10  length:1-5000  author:frozen_delight 
may 2015 by morgana
We Can't Seem To Find The Light Alone, by frozen_delight
A retelling of season 8 from Sam's perspective.

{‘ To say that their reunion didn’t go according to plan is an understatement if ever there was one. During the entire drive up to the cabin his mind was blank except for a continuous thrum of *Dean – Dean – Dean,* so Sam’s not entirely certain what he expected. But definitely not this nightmare.

It just got worse and worse with every second that passed – no, Sam corrects himself when Dean furiously hurls a phone at his chest – it’s still getting worse, no end in sight. The anger, the resentment, the mutual misconceptions keep piling up and poison this moment for both of them. Sam really wishes they could rewind back to the instant where he opened the door to Rufus’s cabin, and the lost look in Dean’s eyes, shimmering there beneath all the hardness, tells him that maybe Dean longs for the same thing.

They’ve had more practice with greeting each other after miraculously returning from the dead than 99.9% of the American population, yet that doesn’t mean they’re particularly good at it. The thing is, you don’t ever get used to this, not even when you’ve cheated Death often enough to know which pizza and fried pickle chips the horseman prefers.

Of course, soon enough there’s Kevin and other big stuff, closing-the-Gates-of-Hell big, and Sam would like to blame how badly Dean handles his confession of not looking for him on all the crappy circumstances that accompany it. But truth is, Dean’s great at handling the big stuff, be it Hell, the Apocalypse, or now Purgatory and the Demon tablet. What he’s struggling with is Sam alone. Sam hurt him, and there’s no taking it back, and no making it better.

Likewise, Sam would love to say it’s solely the need to do right by Kevin that chases him back into the front passenger seat of the Impala and the company of demons. But at least to himself he acknowledges that even if there’d been nothing to set right in the world at large, he still wouldn’t have walked away. Not after he stepped into that cabin and hugged his brother and Dean smelled clean and fresh, like a living, breathing, solid thing, and not just because of the Borax.

It’s only later on the road that he realizes he never said goodbye to Amelia. Only to the dog.

He thinks of texting her, saying he’ll be back in a couple of days… or maybe weeks. In the end, he doesn’t. He tries to convince himself he’s being noble, giving her an honest chance with Don. But here’s the thing: You don’t go back to a life you didn’t even bother taking leave of. You just don’t.

Do you stay with the brother who hates you for not trying to save him, though? That’s the big question. ’}
supernatural  sam  dean  gen  angst  season:8  length:5001-10000  author:frozen_delight 
may 2015 by morgana
Fortress 'Verse, by glasslogic
Master Index: Fortress ‘Verse, by glasslogic

This page has links to all the chapters of the Fortress “Verse.

“”Fortress” – Seven years ago Dean Winchester paid his due to the Crossroads Demon and fell into Hell. Grief almost killed Sam, a demon blood addiction came closer, but he rid himself of demonic attachments and spent years building himself a prison where no demon can set foot, determined to take himself out of the apocalyptic game that had crushed his family. But each year on Earth is an eternity in Hell, and now Dean is back. Angry, powerful, and demonic; he has a plan to wreck vengeance on those who destroyed his life. A plan that will shake the foundations of the Pit and send shock-waves into Heaven. Dragging a reluctant Sam in his wake, will Dean manage to pull it off before the combined legions of Hell get their act together enough to stop him? (words: 97,668)

“Skin and Bones” – Missing scene from Fortress. Sam and Dean escape from the psycho-demon-killing cult in Arizona, but all is not well. Dean needs to find a new host before the clock runs out on Sam's life. (words: 4447)

“Static” – Lilith's plans are in shambles and the door to Lucifer's cage has been well and truly lost, but Dean is still a demon and Sam is still bound to him with a stolen curse of sex and blood. All things considered, though, Sam's life could be worse and he is making peace not just with Dean, but with his own growing psychic gifts and the barrage of seemingly meaningless visions they inflict on him. But strange winds are starting to blow and after a series of disasters strike, Sam discovers that the greatest danger may be in the secrets that still lie between him and Dean. If Sam can't fix things before time runs out it won't be the Apocalypse, but it will still be the end of the world. (words: 62,858)

“The Things You Keep” – It's been several months since the events of Static and Sam's life has improved considerably. Dean's sane again, the demonic atrocities have stopped, and things are getting back to to normal. But "normal" for the Winchesters is still screwed up, and Sam's just waiting for the other shoe to drop. When it does, Dean might be missing, but at least Sam still has his corpse. (words: 27,467)

“Requiem” – There's a price to be paid for everything, and the time has come for Dean to uphold his end of the bargain that freed him from Hell, but the voices in Sam's head have fallen silent and without them the path forward remains obscure. They've fought demons, angels, and each other, but it's the frustration of fruitless months on the road that may be the hardest obstacle they've had to overcome. When exhaustive work finally turns up a clue, it leads straight to the one place on Earth Sam swore he'd never set foot again. But the promises Dean made were different, and Sam's going with him, whether he likes it or not. (words: 32,826)
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  explicit  first.time  established  top!dean  dean:demon  sam:powers  bobby  missouri  curse  sex.magic  sam:affected  angst  dubcon  part.of.series  wip  length:225001-230000  author:glasslogic 
may 2015 by morgana
Heart's Desire Series, Part 1: Times Two, by james (gilascave) and wolfling
Summary: "Sometimes a dream isn't just a dream. Sometimes it's a second chance."

{' "Sam Winchester," it said.

The voice was warm and powerful. Sam thought it should scare him, but it didn't. "Who are you?"

It smiled, and there was a distinct feeling of warmth. Like what Sam imagined a tropical beach would be. "You've had a difficult time of it, Sam Winchester," it said.

Sam snorted bitter laughter. "You could say that."

"Yes," it said, looking.. regretful? "Things did not they should have. Beings escaped, let to run loose on your world which should never have found foothold."

He shook his head slowly. "I don't understand."

"The demon should not have had a chance to...change your life."

Sam frowned. He was beginning to get the impression that he had asked the wrong question earlier. He should have asked not who, but what .

In a serious tone, it said, "I am authorised to extend an offer of reparation."

Sam blinked. "What?"

There was a slight smile on the being's face. "Our way of apologising. I am here to extend an offer."

"What sort of offer?" Sam asked warily.

"Your life," it said simply. "And your heart's desire."

"Heart's desire?" The life part was easy enough to understand, but this could be a little trickier.

"Your life as it was cost you a great many things. So much lost -- you can have it to do again, and this may choose one to keep."

"So it's like a do-over?"

It grinned. "Yes. Not a complete one -- I cannot send you back to your beginning." It gave him a sorrowful look. "I cannot undo the death of your mother. But after that, once your father's path swept you and your brother away -- anything after that, I may send you to relive, and change."

His brother. "Dean," Sam blurted. "Where is- Is my brother here? Is he all right?" Which was a really stupid question since he was pretty sure they were both dead, but... "Is he getting this choice too?"

"This is your choice," the being told him. "Your life."

Even as he continued to worry about Dean, Sam couldn't help but go over the things he'd wanted most and hadn't been able to get -- or keep. College. Becoming a lawyer. A house, a mortgage, white picket fence. Jess. Marriage, children. Pets. A normal life. He'd wanted all of that for so long and so badly it hurt to think about.


He wasn't normal. It had been a long and hard battle, but he'd come to accept that, even be grateful for it. It had given him Dean in a way that he could never have had his brother if they were normal. To ask for that normal life now would be to wish away what he and Dean had found together, to wish away Dean. He couldn't do that.

And even as he thought it, he realised how everything his brother had ever wanted -- and there wasn't much -- seemed to slip through Dean's fingers time and again. Sam couldn't add to that.

And just like that, his answer came to him.

Pulling himself to his full height Sam said, "Dean. I choose Dean's heart's desire."

The being stared at him for a moment, and Sam thought maybe it hadn't heard him. Then it nodded. "So it is done."

With that Sam felt something tremble in his hand, and he looked down to find his brother's heart beating in his palm. .}

Part 1 of 7.
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  au  part.of.series  author:gilascave  author:james  author:wolfling  needs.notes 
january 2015 by morgana
The Road To Come, by keysmash
Summary: “Working together again is easy enough. Living together is the hard part.”

A five-things fic set entirely in and around the Impala.

{‘ Dean was still leaning against the side of the car. He'd braced his hands behind him, one in each open window, and he frowned at Sam with his head cocked to the side. Sam had taken plenty of last looks at his brother over the years — every time Dad took Dean but not Sam on a hunt, and then later looking through dirty bus windows, before kicking him out of his dorm during spring break sophomore year, staring down at his intubated body in a hospital bed, over and over in Florida, and eventually burying him in a forest, and then before Sam hurled himself into an impossible hole in the ground, and finally, peeping into the house where Dean'd found a family. Now there was this too, one final glimpse of Dean against the car, on the side of the road, in the heat.

Dean stared at Sam and Sam stared back at him, drinking in the relaxed lines of his body. This was pretty much okay, as last looks went. Most of his others had been much less pleasant than this.

"Loop sounds fine," Dean said eventually, and pushed himself away from the car. "C'mon."

He headed towards the back of the car, towards Sam, and it was a huge effort for Sam to hold his ground, lift his face, and look his brother in the eye.

"It's fine," he repeated, and raised his eyebrows. "It's fine with you."

Dean shrugged. He stopped right before Sam, the front half of his boots edging into Sam's personal space, and Sam didn't know what to do, whether flight or fight.

"It's fine with me," Dean said. He raised an eyebrow, barely lifting it. With Dean's proximity, the constant noise of the idling car, and the baking heat, Sam didn't really know what they were talking about.

This was the weirdest part: if Dean meant the literal road they'd take from here, or if he meant the kiss that'd thrown Sam for a loop, Sam was okay with it either way.

He sucked the inside of his cheek and nodded, holding Dean's gaze. "Yeah, okay," he said, and then let out a huge, shaky breath when Dean leaned up and kissed him again.

It was premeditated, Sam guessed, and therefore better: it wasn't fast, or mostly accidental, but instead there was the steady pressure of Dean's mouth against his own, where they'd only touched once before. When Dean exhaled, Sam felt it on his face. He tilted his head a little and parted his lips, drawing Dean's bottom lip into his mouth. Dean swayed and grabbed Sam's waist, and then they were kissing, Sam sucking at the smooth inside of Dean's lip, and Dean slipping his tongue into Sam's mouth. They'd put their hands inside each other's bodies before, but that was always blood-splattered and painful, digging things out of each other and trying to get everything sewn back into place. This was easy simple pleasure, though, and Sam tried to ignore the uncertainty in the pit of his stomach.

Dean backed them up slowly, then pressed Sam against the car, rubbing their chests together in the process. Sam pulled back long enough to check Dean's face, but Dean hauled him back. Sam closed his eyes after a moment, against the sun and the blurry intimacy of his brother's face pressed so close to his own.

He moved one leg to the side, making room for Dean to stand between his thighs, and Dean sank closer. They couldn't stay like this for long, with Sam leaning against the rolled-down window, but he clutched at Dean anyway, fisting a hand in his shirt over the small of his back. Dean kept kissing, almost tickling Sam with his tongue, neither too deep to be unsexy nor too chaste to be uninterested. These were kisses that'd gotten Dean laid all across the country, kisses that said *I'm good at this,* but more importantly, *I'll make it good for you.* Sam responded just like those girls in bars always did. He wanted whatever Dean would give him, but here was the thing: Sam already had everything Dean would give him. He'd gotten Dean's youth, Dean's soul, and now Dean's kisses were just the cherry on top. ‘}
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  season:6  length:5001-10000  author:keysmash 
december 2014 by morgana
I'd Burn This City Down (To Show You the Light), by lotrabc
Summary: "With Dean robbed of his memories and Sam of his soul, Sam's idea of looking out for his brother drives them in unforeseen directions, forcing both to weigh the age-old question of what makes us who we are."

The story begins after Dean has lost his memories and Robo!Sam decides not to tell him about their lives, thinking that Dean deserves a break. Dean doesn't really agree.

{' “Actual signs of life. I’ll be damned,” Dean jokes. “How’s that work out? The family business?”

There’s a shrug, and Dean gets the feeling it’s not something Sam is ever interested in putting a microscope on, even to himself. Easier to keep on the move, so none of it ever catches up. No doubt, there will be things Dean will wish he could leave behind when he gets it all back.

“We used to be tight. Practically in each other’s pockets, but—“ he does another shot, considering the words carefully because they don’t come naturally. “I guess I turned into someone else the last year or so. Not the guy he’s looking for now, and he doesn’t say it but you can tell. Even I can tell—just a matter of time until he bolts. Looking at my face and seeing somebody else makes him miserable.”

“It’s not my place,” hands out in peace, Dean goes on, “But maybe you ought to give him more credit than that. People change, but some things don’t. Family doesn’t.”

“How would you know?” One of those things Sam does that most would read the wrong way. It’s not an attack, not with that much earnest anticipation on his face.

“Honest? I have no idea. But one guy’s opinion? There are things that don’t come off in the first rinse cycle. The guy you used to be, your brother’s brother. It’s—instinct. In your gut instead of in your head. Like when I came with you,” he finishes, going quiet with the last bit.

Sam is openly staring at him again. Two days and Dean hasn’t faltered under that stare. Not once. “Hanging around even though you got no practical reason to, even though it doesn’t make sense, that’s—instinct?”

“It’s—a lot of things. A lot of things that don’t make sense.”

“Sounds familiar.” He wraps the expanse of those hands around the bottle, pouring out a shot and pushing it across the table to Dean. Watches him take it down the way Dean had watched him before. When he goes to pull the glass back to top Dean off, their fingers brush and neither is in a hurry to jerk theirs away, erase it with a bullshit joke that makes it safe. '}
supernatural  sam:robo/dean  wincest  first.time  explicit  sam:robo  dean:amnesia  season:6  length:10001-15000  author:lotrabc 
december 2014 by morgana
I Got Some Beer and the Highway's Free, by victoria_p (aka musesfool)
This is set after Sam has rescued Dean from Hell. Dean isn’t speaking, and still is traumatized enough that he doesn’t leave the small apartment where they’re staying in New York. Sam doesn’t care; he’s willing to be be patient and wait for Dean to recover.

Non-explicit; kisses only.
supernatural  sam/dean  first.time  non-explicit  first.kiss  dean:mute  length:10001-15000  author:musesfool  author:victoria_p 
november 2014 by morgana
Under Hill, by cordelia_gray
After Sam heals from the Trials Dean waits for him to move out from the bunker. But instead it seems that Sam is finally making a home.

{‘ Something inside Dean cracks a little at those words, but he can't tell if it's good or bad. "Sammy, I know we've had good times here, but this isn't what you wanted. This isn't the life you dreamed of, I know it isn't. You, you could have so much more-"

Dean's hands are flailing with the effort to describe this nebulous 'more' he could be having. Sam reaches out, impulsively, and grabs his hand. "What I have is actually pretty great, Dean."

"You were talking to Charlie, about college, I heard you. And, I know you wanted out, you wanted safe, you wanted happy." Dean looks down at their entwined fingers, and feels a rush of affection so strong it terrifies him. "I want you to be happy, Sammy," he says. "I want you to be happy, even if it's not with me. I want to have what you want, what you need, whatever that is, and I know I can't be that for you, it's not enough."

"These days, all the colleges have online courses," Sam says, "I can get a library science degree and I don't even have to leave the house. And we are out, or in, as much as we want to be. We take the hunts we want, and pass on the rest, and we have the knowledge know, we're not going in blind. We have backup, Dean, it's not just us anymore. And it's safe here - it's the most heavily-warded building in the world, Dean, and I'm reliably informed that the best hunter in the world sleeps down the hall from me. Doesn't get much safer than that, you know?"

Sam shrugs, spreading his hands out. "I never thought you'd settle down with me, Dean, I never thought I could have both, but here we are. Pretty sure this is it."

Dean looks at him, sitting in this stupid wildflower meadow with his stupid hair and his stupid, hopeful Sammy smile, and he can feel that thing in his chest cracking open, and he thinks it might kill him. He looks down at himself, at his battered, grease-smeared hands and his ratty jeans and his worn-out boots, and says, small, "I think you could do a lot better."

Sam laughs, and there's a bitter edge to it, the one Dean hates. "I'm, uh, not exactly prize material here, Dean," he says. "But I've made my choice, and this is what I want. What do *you* want?"

Dean can feel something warm bubbling up through the crack, blood maybe. "Never a choice for me," he says, and Sam flinches a little.

"No," he says, "no choice for you, is it? You're always going to be looking after little brother."

Dean sighs. He's fucked it up again, already, Jesus.

He lies back in the the meadow, blue flowers cushioning his head, and admires the profile before him, the broad shoulders and the sharp cheekbones and the glossy hair. Sam is hunched forward again, but he still looks good - healthy, sleek, rested.

"You are to me," he says, and Sam turns to him.


"You're the prize to me, Sam. Whenever anybody's asked me where I'd rather be, the answer is always 'with Sam'. Always."

Sam settles back into the grass beside him. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Dean says.

They lie in companionable silence for a moment. Dean says, “What's with all the bluebells, anyway? It's like a frickin' Disney flick around here. I expect cartoon birds to come along any moment and start braiding them into your hair.” ‘}
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  bunker  season:8  length:1-5000  author:cordelia_gray 
november 2014 by morgana
The Only Voice I Hear, by ratherastory
AU set in season 6, after Sam has been treated for cancer caused by the second-hand smoke he inhaled due to Dean smoking.

{‘ Dean fidgets, takes a sip of his coffee, and wishes to God he had a cigarette. Except that he quit (sort of), and he's never having another cigarette ever again in his whole life (kind of). He promised himself, and if nothing else he's got Sam's now-permanent rasp as a reminder of why he should never have another goddamned cigarette ever again. The thing with the cigarette packs, he thinks, is that they don't really warn you about the true dangers of smoking. Everybody knows that smoking gives you lung cancer or screws up your teeth or makes other people's asthma worse, or whatever. What the packs of cigarettes don't warn for, however, is finding out that what you thought was a chronic case of strep throat is so much worse. They don't warn you that you're going to tease your little brother for weeks about his sore throat and his hoarseness that makes him sound like a porn star and for the nagging earaches that come and go until you both decide it's not funny anymore and you haul him to the nearest clinic for some grade-A antibiotics. They don't warn you that your brother's doctor is going to make a really weird face during the examination and mutter about running more tests. The packs don't warn you that, after a battery of tests and questions about Sammy's smoking habits and other junk, the words out of said doctor's mouth are going to be "stage three laryngeal carcinoma." and that that's how you will find out that you are entirely, one hundred percent responsible for giving your little brother cancer because you always figured that if the cigarettes were going to kill someone, it was going to be you.

The packs don't exactly warn for any of it. They don't warn for your having to sit next to your kid brother while they do a biopsy. They don't warn for the radiation treatment that keeps him locked away from you under a mesh cage, that makes your kid brother look like a burn victim, that makes it look like it's going to kill him long before it cures him. They don't warn you that enough of his hair will fall out that it only makes sense to shave the rest of it away. They don't warn for the surgery that permanently wrecks his voice or for the damn tracheostomy tube that stays in for so long that, God help you, by the end you're both kind of used to its being there. They don't warn for the weeks of pouring protein shakes into your brother's feeding tube because he's too exhausted and nauseated to keep food down and his throat is too screwed up for him to swallow, and they definitely don't warn for the long days after surgery when his neck muscles are weakened to the point that he can't even raise his head on his own. Dean's pretty sure that, if they'd warned for all that, he would have quit long ago. Hell, he wouldn't even have started. ‘}
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  first.time  explicit  sam:sick  au  season:6  length:10001-15000  author:ratherastory 
november 2014 by morgana
The Sam Winchester School of Hunting, by Liron_aria
AU where Sam turns out to be training young teenagers they’ve come across throughout the years: Jacob Pond, Claire Novak, Jesse Turner, Ben Braeden, and Krissy Chambers. This series is a WIP.

Summary: “ Throughout the course of his hunting career, Sam Winchester finds himself unwittingly mentoring the next generation of hunters. He's not sure who thought it would be a good idea to make *him* a role model and authority figure for anyone, but his kids don't particularly care.

Most of them are convinced he hung the stars in the sky, anyway.”
supernatural  sam  dean  castiel  au  dean:demon  sam:hurt  torture  wip  length:35001-40000  author:liron_aria 
november 2014 by morgana
Imperfectly, by Zooey_Glass (aka zooey_glass04)
This is a future fic, set after Sam's been scarred in a fight with a creature and Dean holds himself responsible. Ellen and Jo appear when they stop at the Roadhouse, and there's a solid casefic too.

Author is zooey_glass04 on LJ.
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  established  explicit  ellen  jo  casefic  futurefic  season:post-series  length:20001-25000  author:zooey_glass  author:zooey_glass04 
november 2014 by morgana
When the Levee Breaks, by Cards_Slash
Summary: "sequel to "Got a Mortgage on my Body," taking the summary from that fic: Dean wanted him to run, he wanted to chase him, he wanted to hold him down and use him however the hell he wanted. Sam knew because he could see it—because he looked for it—because he’d been looking for it since the first time."

Dean's time in Hell has left him with kinks for rough sex and a strong hunting instinct.

{‘ The morning after was the hardest part. Dean was good at handling the want. He was good at being patient between admitting what he needed and Sam telling him it was time. Those long hours that fed into days between *I want to hunt you* and actually hunting him. He was good at all of that. He could even handle the chase, the fucking, the immediate after when he felt like he was going to shake apart at the joints and Sam was always so loose and lax and distant from him. He was good at pulling it back together, at getting Sam on his spaghetti legs and back across the hunting grounds to wherever the fuck they’d been staying.

Dean was good at scrubbing away the evidence from his skin and Sam’s skin and stowing away the clothes they’d worn. He was good at burying bodies and muddy clothes and dirty skin were hardly as hard to clean up after as bodies.

It was the *morning* after that he couldn’t handle. It was Sam’s slow waking, the way he shifted when he sat and took forever to get to his feet. The contrast of dark bruises on his tanned skin and how they hurt him and it showed in the slow-motion movements of his body. Sam’s blurry eyes and grimacing lips were the hardest part.

Dean would never-ever hurt his brother (not in his right mind) and he’d killed more than a few things that had hurt his brother. The rage that came with Sam’s pain was the hardest part because it had nowhere to go and nothing to do while it lingered but fester and boil and *hate.*

Sam had taught him the routine of the morning after. Tylenol. Water. Breakfast. He’d been calm and patient every morning after even if it was his body carrying the brunt of what they’d done. When Dean got the routine right he got a smile from Sam and it made the tight pinched corners of his lips quirk up and the blurry distance in his eyes lighten.

When they were away from the scene of the crime and back in a diner with hard vinyl seats, Sam would sigh into his coffee and roll his shoulders. He inspected the parts of his arms that showed and then Dean’s arms and wrists and face. “Look, I got you.” He ran his thumb across the bruise he left on Dean’s wrist (the only bruise, the only mark) and dug it in to make it hurt again.

“That was luck, not skill,” Dean said. He moved his hand away when the food came and concentrated on the mechanical action of chew-swallow while Sam took his time working through his breakfast. On morning after’s the breakfast was always greasy and huge. Sam devoured every bit of it and licked up the last bit of gravy too.

Most of the meal was silence, they didn’t talk about work. They didn’t talk about what they did. They didn’t talk about the marks on Sam’s body (because they weren’t bad, not really, not any worse than any day after a monster hunt). They ate and drank their coffee and then paid their bill and left a tip.

The morning after became the early afternoon after while they were listening to music silently in the Impala. When Dean couldn’t stand it he found a town and a hotel and Sam lugged their bags in and locked the door behind them. Dean stripped his brother naked to the skin and looked at what his hands had done.

Bruises on his hips, one on his thigh, teeth marks on his back and scratches wherever his nails had been. His chest was bruised around one of his nipples and he was shifting on his feet like his ass was aching from having to ride in the car all fucking day.

“Done?” Sam asked. Dean nodded his head and Sam stripped him of all his clothes, stared and prodded and searched him the same as he been done to him. His fingers were gentle but clinical and Dean felt naked and scared and hateful. “Do you trust me?” Sam said against the back of his ear. His body was a warm ghost against his back (not touching, not at all).

“Yes,” Dean said.

“Then trust that I wouldn’t let you hurt me,” Sam said. He didn’t mean the bruises or the ache of his abused body he meant in the other way, in the way that counted—the way that Dean was so afraid of. Sam’s arms came around his chest from behind and he shuffled in so their bodies were pressed together in a softened, sweet mockery of how Dean had held him last night when he fucked him mindlessly. ‘}
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  established  explicit  top!dean  sequel  season:unknown  author:cards_slash 
november 2014 by morgana
Got a Mortgage on my Body, by Cards_Slash
On the surface this is a PWP in the form of a bondage scene between the guys, but it conveys so much about the characters.

{‘ Sam kept his eyes closed and his hands still when all he wanted to do was *thrash* and the need didn’t come from him but from Dean who had that in him. They both had it in them but Dean had it twisted up in his gut like a blackness that he wouldn’t use on Sammy—(no not ever)—just like he swore up and down and backwards straight from Sunday that he’d never find himself here. Dean wanted him to run, he wanted to chase him, he wanted to hold him down and use him however the hell he wanted. Sam knew because he could see it—because he looked for it—because he’d been looking for it since the first time they fucked back when they were both aching raw little boys that lost their father all the way until *right now.*

“You remember,” Dean whispered against the soft skin on the inside of his arm. He pressed a dry kiss there—scratchy chapped lips and blunt-push of his teeth just behind it. His body was so close that the smell of his cologne and Laundromat off-brand detergent was like a taste in Sam’s mouth. Like he could sneak his way into Sam’s body through all his pores. He got up, went around, stopped at the side and watched him.

Sam could go now, could yank the rope free and *run for it.* Dean would chase him down through the wrecked and breaking house, out into the midnight-wet grass and he’d take him down there, teeth at the back of his neck, knife standing like an open threat. They could fuck out there, careless and wild and *painful* because sometimes it had to be like that. Sometimes what they did coiled up under their skin and there wasn’t anyone in the world that understood that feeling so well as your brother that grew up with it coiling under his.

But now, *now,* Sam just needed this. He needed the pressure of his squeezed-shut eyes, the taste of his lips under his own tongue, the aching hyper-aware knowledge of his skin under his clothes. The buttons of his shirt, the teeth of his zipper, the hem of his shorts as it dug into his skin because they were twisted just a half-inch to the side. The fraying places in his socks as he stretched his toes and kept his voice suffocating in his chest.

Dean moved forward, skidded his boots on the floor and grabbed his hand, pushed it down into the squeaking mattress and coiled the rope around it. (Their father taught them to tie knots like that; their father taught them a lot of things they used all the wrong ways.) Dean’s hand went down his arm, just three fingers and the ghost of fingernails until they hit the rolled up sleeves of his shirt. His breath was heavy and hot and shaking—Sam wanted to see him like that, see how the whole idea of it slowly-and-surely seduced Dean. ‘}

The sequel is "When the Levee Breaks":
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  established  explicit  top!dean  sam:re-souled  bondage  pwp  has.a.sequel  season:unknown  length:1-5000  author:cards_slash 
november 2014 by morgana
Just Like This, by keep_waking_up
This story manages to fit humor between discussions about rape-fantasy and the differences between ravishment and humiliation. Sam tells Dean about something he did in his past, and Dean is both fascinated and uncomfortable.

{‘ “It was, uh…” He clears his throat and puts his hands in his lap, looking down at them. “We pretended he was, um, forcing me.” There are a few moments of silence before Sam clarifies. “We pretended he was raping me.”

“What?” Dean’s throat is dry. He can’t believe he’s heard right. “You pretended… What?”

“That he was raping me,” Sam repeats, voice stronger this time. “You know, rape-fantasy. It’s pretty normal.”

“Great. Normal. That’s always…” Dean shakes his head to clear it and starts again. “So, that, uh, gets you off then? Pretending that someone is, um—”

“Raping me? Yeah, that’s kinda what a rape-fantasy is, by definition.” Sam sighs

“I didn’t… I just didn’t have any idea that *that* was something you’d be into?” It comes out as more of a question than Dean means it to. He glances at Sammy out of the corner of his eye. “I mean, you don’t really seem like—”

Sam rolls his eyes and instantly seems about ten years younger, back when he was a bratty teenager. “I don’t actually want to be *raped*, Dean. That’s why there’s the ‘fantasy’ part.”

“I don’t get it,” Dean says bluntly.

“I got that,” Sam snipes back, turning his back to Dean as much as he can within the confines of the car.

They travel in silence for a few minutes before Dean heaves a breath. “Look, I’m not trying to be insensitive or anything. I just—I can’t see how that’d be something you’re into. I don’t understand how you could want that.”

The hard line of Sam’s shoulders softens and he turns his neck to peer at Dean warily. “I never expected you to get it. I mean, I don’t think it’s something you could get. It’s not you.” He purses his lips and his fingers move to fiddle with the hem of his plaid shirt. “It’s like… All the psychological essays I’ve read on it talk about the complete loss of control, the idea of being controlled or *forced* to enjoy something. I don’t know if that’s it for me. For me, it’s more like… I like the idea of someone wanting me so much that they *have* to have me, I guess.”

“But like…” Dean pauses, trying to be careful with his words in a way he almost never is. “You were safe, right? Like, you would’ve been able to do something if he’d actually hurt you?”

Sam sends him an amused look. “We had a safe-word, if that’s what you’re asking. And I could’ve thrown him off if I really wanted to. There was a lot of pretending involved.”

“So.” Dean clears his throat, trying to dispel the car of its solemn atmosphere. “That’s your kinkiest thing?”

“What, not kinky enough?” Sam jokes gamely and surprises Dean into laughing.

“No, I think that’s about all the kink I can take.” Dean pauses and shoots Sam a look. “That rape-fantasy thing—”

“Oh my god, this is gonna be a thing for you, isn’t it?”

Dean ignores him. “Is it something… I just want you to know, I’m not sure I could do that for you. If you wanted to do that again, that is. I don’t think—”

“I know.” Sam’s voice is completely neutral and Dean can’t tell anything by looking at his face. “I wouldn’t ask you for it.”

“But you want me to.” It isn’t a question and Dean doesn’t need to look at Sam’s face to know he’s right. “This is, like, a *thing* for you, isn’t it? How many times have you done it?”

“Just the once.” Sam screws up his face like he’s eaten something bitter. “It’s not that I *want* you to, so much as… It takes a lot of trust. And I couldn’t ever trust someone enough to really, *completely* let go.” The unspoken *‘I could trust you’* hangs in the air between them. “Look, just forget about it okay?” ‘}
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  established  explicit  top!dean  bondage  season:unknown  length:5001-10000  author:keep_waking_up 
november 2014 by morgana
Closed Curtains, by mollrach13
Summary: "When Sam, Cas and Dean settle in New Haven Sam thinks he has the best of all worlds. His damaged mind on the mend, the love and support of his brother and angel. But then, inevitably, it all starts to fall apart."

Dean and Cas are oblivious to the pain they are causing Sam by leaving him out of things, and Sam feels more and more isolated.
supernatural  sam/dean/castiel  established  non-explicit  angst  length:5001-10000  author:mollrach13 
november 2014 by morgana
If all roads were blind, by escherzo (aka nilyn)
This story has a slow build and quiet atmosphere. The characterizations are spot-on.

Summary: "They both know what he's about to say, and Dean's been fighting with himself on the issue well before Sam's latest near-death experience. On one hand, Sam is an adult, his hunting partner, and Dean shouldn't be babying him. On the other, Sam is Dean's world, the only family he has left, and he'll be damned if he lets Sam beat him in the live-fast-die-young Olympics that is this life."

Author is nilyn on LJ.
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  first.time  explicit  season:2  length:10001-15000  author:escherzo  author:nilyn 
november 2014 by morgana
Affliction, by tolakasa
Sam begins to lose his senses, one by one. And there’s nothing they can do to stop it.

Sam was just going to forgo hot water entirely--it's not like he can *feel* the cold water, and that way Dean can have the hot showers--but that's clearly not good enough for Dean's standards. Or Dean's afraid he'll freeze. Dean *insists* that they keep trading off, the way they always have. Sam tries locking him out, but the motels they stay in don't have locks that can withstand a Winchester, and it turns out that Dean is not about to let something as minor as a *door* stand in his way.

Every time Sam thinks he can't be humiliated more....

It doesn't help that Sam's a terrible patient. He *knows* he's a terrible patient. He always has been, as everybody from Dad to Jessica's mom has told him. But Dean's smothering irritates the ever-loving *fuck* out of him, and the number of times on the zombie job alone that Sam has to restrain himself from punching his brother is ridiculous. He's not some fucking damsel in distress, dammit. He's just--sick. Granted, it's a *weird* sick, but it's not like they've ever done anything normally.

But anything wrong with Sam, and Dean's childhood programming comes charging to the front--thanks ever so much, Dad--especially now that it's something that can actually cause problems. Not smelling or tasting were minor issues in lives like theirs. Not being able to feel pain and temperature?

That's *dangerous*.

Sam knows he's lucky Dean's not insisting on strip-searches after every fight, but damned if the interrogations aren't intrusive enough--do *not* get him started on the string of damaged bathroom doors that kills three of their precious scammed credit cards with damage surcharges--and it's not whining if it's *entirely justified*. He's a grown man, for fuck's sake. He took care of himself for four months while Dean was dead--and for three other months when Dean was dead that other time, that time that only he remembers. He knows how to check himself for wounds. It's nice that Dean cares, don't get him wrong, but Sam doesn't need to be bundled in bubble-wrap and spoon-fed.

Really, Dean, *he can check his own legs*.
supernatural  sam  dean  gen  bobby  dean:blind  sam:blind  sam:can't.smell  sam:can't.taste  sam:can't.touch  sam:deaf  hurt/comfort  season:5  length:45001-50000  author:tolakasa 
november 2014 by morgana
The Rules Remain a Mystery, by joyfulgirl41
The guys are in a town where men are disappearing – it turns out there’s a succubus abducting virgins. And lo and behold, it also turns out that Dean, despite the macho swaggering, is a virgin himself. So of course the obvious solution is for the two of them to have sex so they can then go safely battle the succubus.

{‘ "Do we really need a checklist?"

Sam ignored him and kept writing. When he had what he felt was a fairly comprehensive list of sexual acts, he turned back to Dean. "Look, this is the easiest way to make sure that we have all our bases covered and to keep it--"

"Professional?" Dean quirked an eyebrow. "And this would in no way be an exercise in humiliation?"

"Yeah, Dean." Sam snapped, letting his anger get the better of him. "I'm having a great time. This is just how I wanted to spend my day. Making a list of ways I get to fuck my brother. It's like a dream come true."

Dean swallowed and looked away. "I'm sorry. This just..."

"I know," Sam said quietly.

"Okay." Dean clapped his hands together. "First question."

"Okay. Have you, um. Have you ever given and/or received oral sex?"

Dean's forehead wrinkled. "You mean like over the phone?"

"Oh." Sam blinked down at his list and started to panic. He couldn't do this. He couldn't sit there and explain every sex act to his brother.

"I'm joking, genius," Dean finally said. "I know what oral sex is. And, um. Yeah. No."

Sam made a check in the 'no' column next to 'oral sex'. "Okay, have you ever received a handjob? From someone else, that is."

Dean gave him a dirty look.

"Okay, uh."

"Look, can we just--" Dean grabbed the list away from him. "No, no, no. Only in my dreams. Almost, one time. No. I'm not even sure what that is." He looked up. "Have you done everything on this list, Sam?"

Sam shifted uncomfortably and said, "I wanted to be thorough."

"Man. You're a geek about everything, aren't you?" He tossed the list back at Sam. "It's all 'no', Sam."

"Have you ever kissed anyone?"

Dean looked away, rubbing his neck. "Yeah, well, a little of that probably wouldn't hurt either."

"Right." Sam stared down at the list and wondered once again if they were really going to go through with it.


Sam jumped and looked up, surprised to find Dean reading over his shoulder. "What?"

"I don't know, that's just. That's a whole lot of sex. Do you think, I mean, am I going to have to, uh, come each time?"

"I don't know," Sam admitted.

"Yeah, well." Dean walked over to the dresser and grabbed his jacket. "I'll be back."

"Wait. Where are you going?"



Dean nodded. "If we're actually going to do seven through twelve on that list, I'm going to need provisions."

"Provisions." Sam looked back down at the list. "Right. Good idea." ‘}
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  first.time  explicit  top!dean  sex.magic  succubus  season:unknown  author:joyfulgirl41 
november 2014 by morgana
And Still My Hands Know Your Heart, by runedgirl
Summary: "Losing the one person who really knows you is the worst loss of all. Sam tries to rediscover his brother; Dean tries to let him."

Coda to episode 6.07, “Family Matters.” The story is told from Dean’s POV, filled with his sense of loss because Sam is gone now that Robo!Sam is by is side, and also filled with his memories of wee!Sam as they were growing up together.

{‘ The stab of the needle grounds Dean, the smooth way Sam works the thread in and out, rhythm as familiar as breathing for the two of them. Hundreds of times, Sam’s stitched him up like this, his too-long bangs hanging in his eyes so that every now and then Sam will toss his head impatiently and shake them away. His pink tongue pokes between his teeth, and his brow furrows with concentration.

His fingers are trembling.

“Why are your hands shaking?” Dean’s voice comes out a gruff whisper, like he didn’t really want to ask at all.

Sam pauses, then ties off the last thread. He brushes the pads of his fingers over the unmarked skin of Dean’s chest beside the even rows of stitches, and Dean shivers.

“My hands,” Sam says, something that sounds like wonder in his voice, “My hands know you.”

His fingers skim Dean’s stomach, tracing the muscles of his abs, and Dean’s breath hitches.

“Sam,” he manages, wishing it was.

Sam’s broad palms come to rest at Dean’s waist, warm and damp and digging into Dean’s flesh enough to feel like there will be an imprint there, Sam’s fingerprints branded on both sides of him, all of Dean held in between. He strokes slowly up Dean’s sides, feeling every inch, like he has the right – like he has the need. “Dean,” he whispers, and he looms closer, “I can *feel* you.”

Dean gets one hand up defensively, planted flat against Sam’s broad chest to hold him back, knows he has to. He means to say stop it, but it comes out “What are you doing?”

“Trying to get close to you,” Sam answers, like it’s a completely reasonable answer. He leans in closer still, so close Dean can feel the heat of his brother’s big body pressing in, Sam’s hands still clasped around his waist, thumbs stroking down over the jut of Dean’s hipbones, and there’s no way Sam doesn’t know the effect that’s having. ‘}
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  first.time  explicit  dean:hurt  sam:robo  coda:6.07  season:6  length:1-5000  author:runedgirl 
november 2014 by morgana
Property of Sam Winchester, by laurificus (Laura)
Summary: "Dean's got a mark on his arm, but Dean was Sam's first."

Set in season 10,, after Dean has been changed back from being a demon. The Mark of Cain is still trying to influence him, and Sam finds a way to distract him.

{‘ “Sam —“

Sam shakes his head. “I’m not leaving.”

Dean stands up, and this time, he jams his hands in his pockets,as if Sam doesn’t know they’re shaking — this time because he’s scared. “All the times you tried to — said you wanted to. Now I’m saying you can. NO harm, no foul. Free pass. Find a girl, buy a dog —“

“Seriously. Never tired of punching.” Sam gets into his space, looms over him and hasn’t been so grateful for his height since he was 18 and smug as all fuck about it. “Do you know how mad at you I’d have to get before I left? I mean, I’m seriously asking, because I’ve been pretty fucking mad at you more than once in the past couple years, and I never did. I stayed through your Benny is a better brother speech, and your fake text bullshit, and your epic Gadriel fuck up..”

“You wanna do this now?” Dean says, low and threatening, anger or hurt making him dangerous. Sam keeps moving forward, doesn’t care. Dean’s knees hit the back of the bed, and Sam shoves him onto it.

“Yes,” he says. “But not how you think, Dean.” He keeps his hands on Dean’s shoulders, thumbs on his collarbones. “I didn’t leave then, for the same reason I don’t regret what I did to get you back. For the same reason I’m not leaving now. And for the same reason I’m going to fucking save you, whether you want me to or not.” Dean, the bastard, actually looks up at him, this uncertain look on his face Sam’s hugely insulted by. “You’re my brother, you jackass. If you think I’m letting you go, you’re out of your goddamn mind.”

“I might be,” Dean says. He wraps his fingers around Sam’s wrist, in a grip so hard it’s painful. “I don’t know how to stop this.”

Sam takes a breath. It’s been years. Before purgatory and Amelia and a hundred ways they found to hurt each other between then and now. But he wants the things that used to be his. “Cain had some weird thing going on with bees, right?”

Dean nods. “I’m not getting a hive in the bunker.”

Sam grins. “I don’t really think it would be your thing. Not all that hopeful about yoga, either.” He slides his fingers under Dean’s shirt, leans in. “There’s pretty much one option where you’re concerned.”

Dean’s free hand comes up between them, but not to push away. he rests it on Sam’s chest, fingers curling in his t-shirt. “Sam,” he says. “I’d never — this is a fucked up reason for this.”

Sam kisses him, a quick, barely there thing that’s still all electricity and heat. It’s the best thing he’s known in years. “I remember you were terrible at this, so having sex with you to keep you sane is going to be a pretty big sacrifice for me. But I’m a good brother, so I’m willing to do it.”

And that makes Dean laugh again, hopeful and warm. “Nobody thinks this is good brotherly behaviour, Sam,” and Sam says, “I remember you used to talk a lot less.” And Dean rolls his eyes and pulls Sam in. ‘}
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  established  explicit  top!sam  bondage  season:10  length:1-5000  author:laurificus 
november 2014 by morgana
Second Sight, by Maygra
Summary: "AU after season one. A different outcome from "Salvation" and "Devil's Trap" than what the series gave us - where all the Winchester men survive, but nothing will ever be the same."
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  explicit  top!dean  dean.makes.first.move  au  sam:blind  curtainfic  futurefic  holiday:christmas  john.finds.out  vacation  series  length:55001-60000  author:maygra 
november 2014 by morgana
The Little Artist That Could, by dimeliora
Summary: "Sam manages to claim the Big Bang of his favorite fanfiction author. Dean's last Big Bang gets claimed by an unknown, incredibly bad, but earnest artist."

This begins with angst, as Sam's sincere efforts at art go so, so badly. But it ends with scorching first-time sex.
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  first.time  explicit  top!dean  dean.makes.first.move  angst  fanfic.aware  season:unknown  length:5001-10000  author:dimeliora 
august 2014 by morgana
Touch and Go, by themegalosaurus
Amazingly satisfying coda to Tag to episode 9.19, “Alex Annie Alexis Ann.” Dean finally comes to realize the damage that was done to Sam by having Ezekiel possess him.

{‘ He feels worse when he starts to pick through the books and folders that are strewn across the room. Sam’s obviously been ransacking the archives for advice: the volume on the desk falls open at a chapter headed ‘protecting from the influence of spirits’. Sam has marked the page with another of his endless sheets of paper, this one carrying what looks to be a list. ‘Demons,’ Dean reads. ‘Ghosts. Sirens. Witchcraft. *Angels.*’ These are all the ways in which people have taken control of Sam: from Dr Ellicott way back at the Rockford asylum to that stupid kid Gary and his friends in Massachusetts. That’s not counting the big ones, of course: Lucifer, Meg. Gadreel.

An index card pinned to the wall above the desk says ‘ABADDON. Souls. A way to lock them in?’ Scratched-out symbols suggest Sam’s been having less luck with that one. Dean remembers the eighteen months of RoboSam running riot, sleeping around and slicing throats with a carefree attitude utterly foreign to the real Sam, with his painstaking empathy and carefully hoarded guilt. He thinks: Sam’s hands have done a lot of things that his mind never really agreed to.

A hunch prompts Dean into the bathroom beside Sam’s room, where he finds a tattoo gun sitting innocently on the shelf, small pots of dark ink stacked neat in a row beside it. A bottle of holy water completes the tableau, suggesting to Dean that Sam’s been experimenting with a dye of his own composition. “Fuck, Sammy,” Dean breathes. Did he really do this to himself?

It’s a stupid question, really. There’s nobody else who could have done it for him. And the two of them have certainly been spending plenty of time on their own. Dean thinks of all the hours he’s passed, jammed against the headboard of his bed with Metallica loud in his ears. Sam could have been up to anything, and he’d never have known. Dean tries to picture it: Sam hunched over his own torso in the glare of a bathroom light; blood beading under the needle as it buzzes meticulously over his flesh. ‘}
supernatural  sam  dean  gen  sam:hurt  tattoos  coda:9.19  season:9  length:1-5000  author:themegalosaurus 
august 2014 by morgana
Fade, Far Away, Dissolve, and Quite Forget, by minviendha
Takes place after episode s5.4, “The End.” It’s been 9 months since Dean and Sam have separated, and Dean’s decided that now he’s finally ready to speak to Sam again. Except as it turns out, no one has seen him, and he doesn’t have the first idea where to look.

{‘ After getting back from the future, Dean needed some time to work things out. That was what this break was supposed to be for, right? Working things out? And with that possible future still spinning in his head – Dean didn’t think he could face anyone.

And then time was slipping by, and between Castiel asking for his help with this and that and the other and the apocalypse and maybe, just maybe the fact that he was avoiding making the call because he wanted (needed) Sam to call first…

Should have known better than that, really. It hadn’t worked at Stanford when Dad had told him to get out. Now when Dean had told him to stay out – yeah, Sam had called back once. He wasn’t going to do it again.

He’d still kind of hoped, though. Apologies were never easy. Dean wasn’t looking forward to making his.

And somehow three-quarters of a year had gone by, the apocalypse was moving as sluggishly as ever, and Dean braced himself around the back of a gas station and made the call.

*We’re sorry, the number you have dialed is not in service… *

Dean frowned and dialed Sam’s cell again, to the same response. Fine, so maybe he’d lost that one. Dean tried the secondary number.

*We’re sorry, the number you have dialed is not in service. *

The third. The fourth. The first one again.

*We’re sorry…we’re sorry…we’re sorry…*

It was then, standing in a dirt lot with a series of dead phones and the dull realization that he had no idea where to look for Sam, that he started to feel the first seeds of panic. ‘}
supernatural  sam  dean  gen  angst  season:5  author:minviendha 
august 2014 by morgana
Psalm 107, by coyotesuspect
The story begins with the guys driving endlessly through the desert, and then they're affected by a curse by a witch they'd been chasing, and then things go oddly.

{' "Shit, Sam, calm down," protests Dean, but Sam's mouth is on his. Dean's mind goes static.

Then he kisses back. Sam shoves him hard against the Impala and Dean makes a small noise of protest, not about to let Sam just manhandle him. In the back of his mind, he's thinking, they should talk about this, they shouldn't do this, and then another part of him is thinking about the asylum, how just cuz you wouldn't do it stone-cold sober sans witches or ghosts doesn't mean you don't mean it.

He grabs Sam's ass and hauls him closer so they're flush against each other. Sam bites his mouth and Dean bites back. It's not a sweet kiss, not the way Dean kisses girls, it's brutal and claiming. He grabs Sam's hair and pulls hard and Sam makes a noise halfway between a snarl and a whine that sparks straight to Dean's dick. He rocks into Sam and Sam rocks back; they're both already hard. It's like someone's poured gasoline into his flames, and it's like Sam's dropped the match.

What kind of fucking spell is this.

Around him, Dean's vaguely aware of the world beginning to splinter around the edges. Cracks of - cracks of, not of blue, but of not-the-sky appearing in the sky. And then Sam grabs his jaw hard and pants into his mouth.

"What's going on Dean?" he asks, hips rutting frantically. Dean inhales sharply and softens his grip on Sam's hair, kisses his brother's throat.

"S'fucking spell," he says. Sam's pupils are dying galaxies, black-black, and Dean dips down to lick at the hollow of his collarbones. Sam makes a high, sharp noise and palms the back of Dean's neck; Dean bites down, hard enough to leave a mark. '}
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  first.time  explicit  top!sam  curse  fuck.or.die  sex.magic  dean:affected  sam:affected  season:1  length:1-5000  author:coyotesuspect 
june 2014 by morgana
Clear and simple and plain, by Trojie
Sam has recovered from the Trials, and is feeling much better.

{‘ The last few years, they've barely touched like that except for angry fucking, the kind that isn't make-up sex and isn't break-up sex because they can't do either - it's just a release of pressure and nothing gets fixed at all.

But that kiss in the sunshine starts something and it's like they're teenagers again, stealing any sliver of contact they can get away with when Kevin's not looking, like hiding from Dad all over again except for if Kevin finds out Sam has a funny feeling he won't care, at least, not the way Dad would have.

Dean ducks into a doorway early in the morning and yanks Sam with him and kisses Sam until he's weak in the knees - and then pushes him out to go make coffee.

Sam retaliates with a grope in the war-room, pushes Dean up against the big table so he can't get away and runs his hands all over Dean's body up under his shirt until they're both panting and hard and hot for it and it almost goes even further except they hear Kevin coming down the hallway and have to break apart and fake nonchalance through a conversation about Metatron that should have caught Sam's attention a lot more than it did.

It's getting out of hand.

Sam wants to ease Dean down onto a bed and pull his clothes off piece by piece and kiss him stupid and breathless while he's doing it - he wants to blanket Dean in his weight and wrestle over who's pitching and who's catching this time around the way they used to, he wants to bury himself in Dean's body and he wants to ride him and he wants to relearn the feel of Dean when he's not strung tight and full of anger. He wants so many things. He wants his brother. He wants his brother *back.*

Dean winks at Sam when Kevin's said his piece, hooks his thumb through his beltloop and swaggers off to the dungeon to check on Crowley after the impromptu briefing breaks up, and Sam's breath catches in his throat.

'Please tell me I don't need to give you the Talk my mom gave me,' Kevin says drily from behind Sam. He's sat down at the table with the angel tablet again while Sam's been … distracted. 'Thank God this place is soundproof as well as bombproof.'

'… what?'

Kevin rolls his eyes, but there's a smile twitching somewhere underneath the exasperation. 'I'm not blind, Sam. Or deaf. Or stupid. Or incapable of picking up on really blatant subtext.' ‘}
supernatural  sam/dean  established  explicit  kevin  bunker  schmoop  season:9  length:1-5000  author:trojie 
may 2014 by morgana
Shy Violet, by Morgan
Needs notes.

Summary: Appearances can be deceptive, everyone knows that. Sam thinks that applies about twice as much to Dean, but then he’s always been better at seeing past the act when it comes to his brother.
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  established  explicit  season:unknown  length:5001-10000  author:morgan  needs.notes 
may 2014 by morgana
Homeward Bound, by SheyRicci
Needs notes.

Summary: Sam's away from home, Dean's at home bored, and Kevin wants to run away from home. Because if Dean had just listened to Sam, everyone would be safe at home.
supernatural  sam  dean  gen  kevin  dean:hurt  dean:sick  hurt/comfort  length:45001-50000  author:sheyricci  needs.notes 
may 2014 by morgana
In a Room Full, by handofipecac
A/N: Written for the spnkink_meme, for a prompt asking for sweet and tender cuddling after an intense BDSM session. I kind of went against their wishes by writing the BDSM part in too but... ah well. Porn happens.

{' It’s not always easy to do this. The right motel, the right timing. The right place for restraints.

And spread out like this – naked, sweating, begging – Sam’s the most gorgeous thing he’s ever seen. It’s not that he’s biased – he is, no joke – but it’s also that Sam’s achieved perfection. He is the epitome, the fucking Oxford definition of helplessly wanton. In a room full of bodies spread out just like he is – Hell, in a room full of Sams, this one is still the most stunning. Because Dean brought him here tonight, to this headspace, this table, this willingness to take anything Dean could give him, and he made Sam like it.

Real bondage, they found out early on, was nothing short of a disaster. Not only were the illustrious motels of America seriously lacking is sturdy bedframes, let alone the kind of steel-reinforced walls required for any proper mooring, but their lives brought a higher-than-normal need to fight without a moment’s notice. Having Sam’s hands tied and eyes covered was, in general, a poor practice. A friendly neighborhood Vampire taught them that one the hard way.

That stifled Dean, at first, but necessity is the master of invention. So instead he used it, turned it into a challenge that Sam would give anything to meet. He’d put Sam’s hands on a chair back and say, “Stay. Don’t let go.” Then, Sam couldn’t even rely on some heavy leather and locks to hold him up if he fell. It was all on him. Or not, Dean would never let him get that far, but it was the illusion that mattered all the same. '}
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may 2014 by morgana
Even Living Legends Need Eggs, by belyste
Very funny story that started as an homage to the “Jaynestown” episode of Firefly. Sam’s driving while Dean sleeps, and stops for the night in a small town in Iowa. When Dean wakes up the next morning and realizes where they are he panics and insists they need to get out of town as fast as possible, because everyone there wants to get their hands on him. Af first Sam thinks he’s being paranoid, but he soon learns the truth.

{‘ “But you wasted it before it could hurt anyone,” Sam guesses.

“And then the town went batshit and gave me a key to the city and dedicated the yearbook to me and started composing odes to my bravery,” Dean says. “And I had to distract them so I could sneak out of town, which is the only part of the experience that I’d really like to repeat. You got a plan, or what?”

“Yeah,” Sam says, coming to a split-second decision. “But it’s going to take me a while to set it all up.” He pauses, measuring Dean’s expression, then says, “I think you should go out there.”

“Excuse me?”

“I think you should give the speech,” Sam says.

The crowd’s been growing more excited as they’ve been talking, making Dean’s reply difficult to hear, but Sam doesn’t have to make out the individual words to know the message is “no fucking way.”

Sam pulls Dean further back, away from the bleachers and the noise of the crowd.

“Look,” he says. “We do jobs like this one all the time, and most of the time, nobody bothers to say thanks. We’ve been run out of town and beaten up and arrested, all for trying to help people. Why not take advantage of the one time someone wants to thank you?”

Dean shakes his head. “Sam, if I was doing this job for the adoring fans, I’d’ve quit a long time ago. Let’s just get out of here.”

“No,” Sam says firmly, watching Dean’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “I know this wasn’t the most glamorous job, but you did save the cheerleaders and the football team. You save people all the time – you deserve some recognition.”

Dean flounders for a second, staring at Sam, then says quietly, “*We* save people. I don’t do it alone.”

“But I didn’t kill a ferocious rabbit on a drunken rampage,” Sam points out. “So this one’s all you.”

Dean still looks like he might protest, once he recovers from the shock, so Sam lets his eyes go wide and watery and fakes a sniffle. “You’ve always been my hero,” he says in a warbling falsetto, reaching out to touch Dean’s face.

Dean knocks his hand away with a “shut up” out of reflex, but he’s smothering a smile, and Sam grins back.

It might have taken a bit more cajoling to get Dean out onto the field, or he might have caved right there – they’ll never know, because at that moment, the football team comes thundering down the path behind the bleachers, fresh from the locker rooms and pumped up on adrenaline and pep talks. One of the players spots Dean, shouting to the others, and Sam barely has to nudge him and his brother’s swept up in the rush, carried out onto the field. Dean sends a glare over his shoulder as the team rounds the corner of the bleachers, but Sam just smiles and waves. ‘}
supernatural  sam  dean  gen  humor  season:unknown  author:belyste 
may 2014 by morgana
Master Index: Filthy Mind ‘Verse, by rivkat
This page has links to all the chapters of the Filthy Mind 'Verse.

“Filthy Mind” -- Despite what the title would imply, this is not a non-stop porn story. Dean is being sexually attacked on a nightly basis by some sort of incorporeal entities, and for the longest time they can't figure out what's doing it or why. The tragic part is that Dean forces himself to adapt to the situation, even as Sam is going beserk trying to find a way to stop it. I always enjoy a pissed off and angry Sam, and he is scary as hell here.

“An Act I Would Enjoy” -- This story actually is mostly porn, but is serves the story. Sam and Dean both have a lot of psychic scars left over after the events of "Filthy Mind," and work to overcome them.
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  first.time  established  explicit  top!Sam  dean/ocs  curse  sex.magic  non-con  dean:affected  dean:hurt  sam:powers  bondage  season:unknown  length:30001-35000  author:rivkat 
march 2014 by morgana
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