The Carnival Of Rust by absrip [NC-17]

Sams POV. Caught amidst the chaos of heaven and hell, Sam desperately tries to find his way, but mistrust and confusion continues to push the brothers further apart.

It has Sam/Dean and it's hot and awesome and you'll probably need to rewatch it a few times to see everything.


The Boys Are Back

The title says it all.

I should maybe warn that this is the song from HSM3 but the crackiness of this combination makes me happy.



The truth is written in the curve of your lips and the bow of your head is a benediction to me [NC-17] {3,016] by memphis86

Sam sees what lies beneath his brother's skin and it would consume his every thought if Dean wasn't there to distract him.

Oh God this is PERFECT!


This Fortress Made Of Us [NC-17] [10,895] by mickeym

Sam really didn't do very well without his brother.

Post!Tall Tales fic and I'm just a sucker for those. Plus: mickeym is pretty much made of awesome. And this is perfectly paced and everything. I'm a little in love.


And If He Repent [R] [1,400] by bittersplengor

They were never meant to be apart, and now, with Dean opening his lips against Sam's, it feels a lot like penance. Sam is sorry. 4.22 Coda.

The pace, the beauty, the angst ... just so gorgeous.


The Air Moves in to Fill the Spaces Where My Body's Been

Pairing: Sam/OFCs, Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Author: britomart_is
Warnings: None
Word Count: ~5,300

It's not about Dean. Really.

Stacey's still hurling insults at Dean, backing away so she runs right into Sam. She turns, looking furious, but then she recognizes him and her expression shifts. Sam has a split second to be alarmed by the look in her eyes before she's throwing a defiant look back at Dean, reeling Sam in by his shirtfront, and kissing him.

And Sam's been kissed before, no matter what Dean'll tell you, but Stacey's really trying to prove her point and Sam's starting to get a little lightheaded. Even with Stacey's body pressed right up against him and her tongue in his mouth, Sam can't forget that Dean is watching. Dean's right there, watching Sam kissing this girl, Dean's girl, this girl who's kissed Dean with this mouth, and maybe Sam's just glad to have one up on Dean for once, because instead of grossing him out, it feels awesome.

Sam dimly hears Dean in the background, "Oh, come on," but something else has caught Sam's attention and now he is getting a little distracted, trying to figure it out—Stacey tastes like strawberry lip gloss, which is great, but there's something weirdly sour, too, a tang that's sort of familiar and it's throwing Sam off until he realizes—oh. Oh God.

This is the hottest story I’ve ever read where the boys don’t even touch each other.




Me and the Devil Blues

Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Author: britomart_is
Warnings: None
Word Count: ~2,200

It’s been nine months since the hellhounds dragged Dean into the Pit, and Sam drives along the coast highway with an empty passenger seat beside him. He hums along to Black Sabbath in the tape deck—Dean’s music, not his, but Sam learned to make concessions a long time ago.

It's been nine months since the hellhounds dragged Dean into the Pit, and Sam drives along the coast highway with an empty passenger seat beside him. He hums along to Black Sabbath in the tape deck—Dean's music, not his, but Sam learned to make concessions a long time ago. When he rolls down the window, he smells the Pacific. He likes being out here, some genetically ingrained American drive to push west, west, until you find freedom or you run out of land.

When he stops for food, Sam skips over the grease, gets the tuna melt. Making concessions can only go so far. Maybe Dean's body could handle the extra onions, but Sam gets heartburn. He gets a single at the motel that night, but it's okay. The first few months after Dean, Sam kept on getting double rooms. He doesn't bother anymore. He watched Dean's body burn on the pyre, knows there's nothing left to fill that empty bed.

I would have loved it if they did that for Season 4 although it would’ve been a little difficult. I can#t say much more without spoiling you.




See More, Hear More, Feel More

Pairing: Sam/Dean, Dean/Dean's hand, and onscreen sex.
Rating: NC-17
Author: britomart_is
Warnings: Crack. Also, fetishization of Sam Winchester's dick. Is that a warning or a promise?
Word Count: ~800

Dean goes to the movies and his heterosexuality is imperiled.

Dean sneaks off to go to this movie - it's pretty dorky, but who wouldn't want to see porn in giant 3D? And it's a little skeevy, he finds himself a seat really far away from any other men, but the porn is pretty hot - it's these two girls for the first part, and the redhead's tits are right there in his face.

But then. But then there's the blowjob scene. It's a serious closeup, hot girl's nice pink pout wrapped around this ... this monster cock. And there's nothing wrong with blowjob scenes, right? Every red-blooded American male appreciates those.

But Dean's getting pretty warm, shifting in his seat a little, because he just can't pay attention to the girl when that cock is there. It's long, thick and flushed and every time the girl pulls back it's glistening. The worst part is, it's right up in his face, fucking 3D, like Dean could just reach out and wrap his fingers around it, touch for himself, see if the girth is as heavy in his hand and the skin as warm as he thinks it would be - if Dean thought about that kind of thing. Which he totally doesn't.

Gosh, I laughed a lot and then it’s hot and you’re just gonna like this. Trust me. You know I recommend good porn.




Famous Last Words

Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Author: britomart_is
Warnings: None
Word Count: 319

Missing scene from 3x05

Uhm … I don’t think there’s a teaser I can give you because that would spoil the story. It’s funny though ;o)




Or Die Trying

Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Author: britomart_is
Warnings: Crack
Word Count: N/A

“I think we did it wrong.”

"What the fuck, Sam?"

Sam started so hard he almost fell out of his chair.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Dean, don't sneak up on me!" Sam's hands shot to the laptop to close the lid. Dean stopped him, grabbing a wrist.

"I was just walking over here like a normal person, Sammy. Not my fault you were so wrapped up in your gay porn." Finally emerging from his sleepy fog, Dean couldn't stop the grin spreading over his face.

"It isn't gay porn," Sam said under his breath, still trying to shut the lid.

Dean jerked the laptop away and scanned the screen, scrolling down to see more of the same graphic and—whoa, athletic—sexual positions. "Okay, photos of naked men having sex, I totally see how that's not porn."

Sam dropped his forehead to the table in resignation. "It's supposed to be educational."

"What now?"

"It's … here, look." Sam leaned over and flipped to an open window with a lot more text. Dean's gaze flicked over the page, taking in the paragraphs, bullet points and captioned photos.

"Sam, are you … researching?"

I just LOVE it when someone writes about the boys having BAD SEX! This is HILARIOUS!




Love That’s Gonna Break Me In Two

Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Author: britomart_is
Warnings: Contains sloppy, imperfect sex and rimming, among other things. Porn, humor, brotherly love of both the porny and fluffy varieties. No spoilers.
Word Count: ~4,500

Dean gets drunk. Sex ensues. Sam is walking a little funny the next day.

Dean’s hands finally settled, one on Sam’s ass to grind their hips closer together and the other twining in Sam’s hair, pulling him in. Dean didn’t kiss him, just brushed his nose and lips along Sam’s face, breathing in his scent. He nipped at Sam’s jaw, feral and possessive.

“You wanted slow and romantic and fucking flowers, you shouldn’t have left me sitting there with a bottle while you were off letting that asshole eye-fuck you.”

“You’re the one who told me to go over there - ah!” Dean’s teeth had closed on one of Sam’s earlobes. “Since you somehow manage to piss off every person we meet, I’m the one who gets stuck going up to sleazy middle-aged men in bars to get information. Men old enough to be telling us about murders that happened in the 1960’s.”

“Sam, you’re fucking talking too much. And he was staring at your ass.”

“Well, it’s a nice ass.” Sam gave up. Dean drunk was even more of a stubborn jackass than Dean sober.

I mentioned my love for bad sex? Yeah, I’m gonna harbor my love and you’re going to read that story, okay?




Monsters and Brothers

Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Author: gestaltrose
Warnings: underage (Sam is 17), Hurt!Sam, incest, um angst I guess
Word Count: ~2,000

Sam is hurt, Dean takes care of him in a really good way.

“Gotta check you,” Dean said as he pulled Sam’s t-shirt off of him. Sam attempted to help by raising his arms throwing Dean off balance and he fell against Sam. His breath caught in his throat. How he felt was so wrong, he was so wrong.

“Dean,” Sam said throwing his arms around Dean and holding him against his chest. “I love you.”

Dean tried to sit up. “Yeah, man I know,” he said mostly against Sam’s smooth chest. “Come on, gotta check you,” he said again and tried not to show his reluctance as he pulled away from Sam’s grasp. He unbuttoned Sam’s pants and got them over his hips leaving his briefs in place. Pulling them off Dean slid his hands up Sam’s legs, looking him over at the same time. No cuts, at least no infected ones.

Ignoring his body’s reaction to touching Sam, Dean told him to roll over. Sam moaned something and flopped from his back to his stomach moments before leaning over the side of the couch and trying to throw up. Dean moved the wastepaper bin over under his head. His other hand rubbing small circles in the middle of Sam’s back.

I love Hurt/Comfort and there needs to be more of this kind of stories and yeah, this one is kinda nice.




If we keep living this fast, no one will have to die

Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Author: oxoniensis
Warnings: None
Word Count: 5,512

In Montana, Sam falls.

In Nevada, he falls in love. He won't realize for months, but when he does and looks back, it is in Nevada, that evening by the roadside, hip to hip with Dean leaning against the car, an ache in his belly he doesn't understand and that food doesn't fill.

He remembers, details clear years later. When everything else is a blur. The warmth of Dean's flank and the moment he discovered Dean was beautiful.

This hurt and then was good again and I think more people need to read it.




Cathedra

Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Author: azephirin
Warnings: Slash, incest, and misuse of ecclesiastical furniture.
Word Count: 1,015

In the basilica.

Sam wanders up front to look at the painting on the rotunda’s ceiling. Dean is a few feet behind him, and Sam sees his brother’s eyes fall on the bishop’s seat a few yards (yards—that’s how big this place is) from the altar. It’s surrounded by heavy maroon curtains, topped with an equally heavy sconce hanging from a dark red dome that, honestly, looks like the lid to some kind of fancy canister. The seat itself is a plush armchair, also a deep crimson, accented with gold. Sam turns to look at the ceiling, but Dean pulls him away, nods toward the seat. “Got an idea,” he says, grinning, eyebrows raised in a way that Sam knows means unequivocal trouble.

“Dean, just let me take a look at this; then we can go down to the crypts—”

“Ghost isn’t gonna be there until after dark. Come on.” Dean pushes Sam into the chair and drops to his knees.

OMG CHURCH!SEX!!!! Uhm, so … anyone who knows me also knows that I’m a sucker for religious stuff and sex in a church is high up on the list.



Jesus Died For Somebody's Sins, But Not Mine

Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Author: vaingirlfic
Warnings: Incest. Improper use of sharp, pointy things.
Word Count: N/A

Dean's missing something important and he wants Sam to get it back for him.

“I don't have any marks on me,” Dean says, soft and gruff, like he's fresh from kissing. Or maybe more like someone fresh from hell. “Not from hunting. Not even from the time I cut myself sharpening your knife like a dipshit when you were thirteen. Remember how mad you got?”

“You bled all over my bed,” Sam says, just as softly. “Not cool, dude.”

“I let you sleep in mine,” Dean says and he offers a thin, bright smile and tilts his chin up toward Sam, like he's waiting for Sam to do something, say something right. “You remember that?”

Sam bites his lower lip. He doesn't realize how hard until he tastes blood, iron heavy. He remembers that, being thirteen and the smell of Dean's blood. Smell of Dean's mouth, the way it curved and laughed and teased until Sam made him stop. Stop teasing.

Dean's hand had been big, seemed so much bigger then than it was now. Rough on Sam's dick that first time, like he'd been watching Sam jerk off and already knew exactly how to play it. Like he'd been watching Sam the way Sam had been watching him.

“I remember that,” Sam says and licks the blood off his lower lip.

Dean nods. His grip on Sam's hand tightens even more, enough that it should hurt, that it would hurt if any way Dean touched him could feel like pain right now. “I didn't want to lose that scar,” Dean says, soft and a little too fast. “Just over something lame like dying, I didn't want to lose something like that. I mean, not if you think it's weird, but if you think--”

Sam shrugs, like his lip isn't still bleeding, like his dick isn't starting to notice and push up for his attention. “Weird, huh? What do you want me to do?” he mutters, but he winks at Dean, easy and reassuring. The flannel of Dean's shirt feels skin hot under his palm. “Cut you a new one? Cause that's the kind of weird I expect from you.”

When Sam finishes Dean's smile is bright and wickedly wide open and this time it burns all the way up, like a line from Dean's mouth, Dean's eyes, right to Sam's dick. “For someone who's supposed to be smart, Sammy, you can be really fucking slow sometimes.”

“Asshole.” Sam rolls his eyes and waits until Dean's too lulled to watch for it before he shoves him up against the wall. He pins Dean with his full weight pressed up hard so he can't squirm away when Sam kisses him. Not that he's trying, but fuck if he's going to get the chance.

I usually am not a big fan of blood play and using sharp objects on each other but this one? All i can say is: NGH!




Voice Mail

Character: Sam
Rating: PG
Author: blacklid
Warnings: None
Word Count: N/A

I can't give you anything. Not a teaser, not a summary. This is very short and it is sad. There, all the summary and teaser you need. GO READ NOW!




Second Glance

Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Author: ygrawn
Warnings: non-graphic implied m/m sex, language
Word Count: 4,600

John is only ever a second glance to his boys, who see each other first, always first, with little room at the edges of their vision for anybody else.

There was this one time, near Savannah, a bar that closed early because there was only him and two other people in the room, and the other two were employees who wanted to get gone, so they started noisily closing up around him, and John ignored them for as long as he could, not done with the drinking portion of his evening, miles from the neighbourhood of passing out, until his was the only barstool still touching the sticky, scarred-up, rotten floor of the dive, and he could have fought about it, but his kind of fights never started or finished with words, only fists and blood, so he downed the last third of his beer in one angry swallow, wrapped himself in his battered coat, made sure his expression slanted two degrees north of fuck you when he looked at the bartender and the waitress (who were probably doing each other because she was blonde and buxom and hell, why wouldn’t the bartender be putting her on her back), and left the bar, making the three and a half minute walk back to the nothing motel that needn’t have even had a name for all that John or any other guest ever to grace the spectacularly mouldy bathrooms was going to remember it, and his boys, deemed old enough at seventeen and twenty-one, had a separate room because John had so many notes and articles and maps to spread out across the surfaces of his (hunting a witch and damn if they weren’t a bitch to track and kill), only the walls were as thin as every other motel room in America (and how many had they stayed at that his boys didn’t know that thinness for truth, which raises difficult, nutty questions about his sons not caring that John could hear them), and two cheap whiskies and three cheaper beers isn’t enough to stop John from hearing every moan and breathy exhale and the rhythmic and impressively long drum solo of the bedhead against the wall (he will not, he will not, he will not think about which of his sons has the stamina to last that long except that his money is actually on Sam, based on the boy’s sheer stubbornness alone) but the worst part is when the slap of skin against skin ceases and John’s whole room, his whole head, fills to the brim with Dean’s lazy whispers and Sam’s low, languorous laugh, and the sound of soft, sleepy kisses, because it all sings of love, and John is in his room alone, not nearly drunk enough, with only a witch’s record of destruction for company.

I'm a sucker for stories in which John finds out. The whole story is from John's POV and I think I'm a little bit in love with it for just that. Not that usually I'm a big fan of John but in this one? I am.




But Now He Is Comforted

Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Author: concernedlily
Warnings: self-indulgent post 401 comfort!sex, spoilers ahead!
Word Count: 2,363

It's not that Dean wants to get rid of Bobby but it's like having Dad back and snoring in the next bed. By the third day of Sam touching him briefly and gingerly, like he knows if he gets proper contact he'll never stop, Dean really wants to get rid of Bobby.

It's not too difficult. Bobby doesn't remember Dean's so-called touched by an angel moment and Dean isn't talking, doesn't know what to say, so it's easy to encourage him to head back on home to his books and promise they'll follow in a few days. Bobby looks between Dean and Sam, crackling with quiet desperation just out of arm's reach, and claps Dean on the shoulder and tells them not to wait too long.

Dean stares at the door for a minute after Bobby leaves, pretending he's waiting to make sure the man doesn't come back for something he's forgotten, but he doesn't have a damn clue how to do this. He used to know – he used to be good at this, and he still knows what he wants, but for him it's been maybe a week since they last fucked, raw and intense with the clock still ticking. For Sam it's been months, and he can't quite get his head around that, how Sam's had to make it through a loss that broke Dean in a couple of days.

He doesn't want to resent that girl – those girls, probably – that Sam's had since. He gets it, he does, how sometimes any warm body is right so long as it's right there, and he never would have wanted Sam to be alone. It's stupid: he feels like he should've been there, but if he had been Sam wouldn't have needed it in the first place.

“Dean,” Sam says behind him, the word falling into the silence like the first slight hum of something going wrong inside the Impala's engine, and he turns around. Sam's sitting on the bed, not even reaching, just looking at Dean like even now he's not sure it's really him, and suddenly it's easy after all, simple to go to his little brother and push him down and climb onto his narrow hips, corded and wiry like Sam's been pushing himself too hard and eating too little, fading away from the inside out.

It's what I needed after 4x01 so yes, this one gets to be recced!




Are we nearly there yet?

Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Author: fleshflutter
Warnings: None
Word Count: 3,400

Sometimes Sam just knows the answer. Sometimes he knows what has to be done. This is one of those times and God help anyone who gets in his way.

While Dean sleeps, Sam packs their stuff. He enjoys packing Dean's stuff, enjoys retrieving the little pieces of evidence from all around the motel room that prove Dean is here and alive. It's entirely possible Sam has gone insane because even discovering a slice of pizza stuck to the back of one of Dean's shirts is ridiculously wonderful.

At last, the only thing left to do is wake Dean. Sam takes Castiel's place on the bed beside Dean, lays his hand on Dean's shoulder over the brand Castiel placed on him, and shakes him gently.

"Hey, Dean, c'mon man, wake up. We gotta go."

Dean blinks awake, knuckles his eyes like a child, and Sam smiles and smiles. He can't help stroking Dean's hair, touching the rumpled imprint the pillow's left on Dean's cheek, letting his fingers move over Dean's face while Dean is still too fogged up with sleep to register the overt affection.

"Wha'sit? What's goin' on?"

Training's got Dean reaching for his gun and getting to his feet before he's even properly conscious and Sam is maybe too hands-on about removing the gun from his grasp and steering him towards the door but Dean takes it. There's something adorable about him when he's still warm from his bed and soft with sleep, entirely trusting Sam's orders to see him right.

Sam gets him out in the Impala and Dean struggles to stay awake, blinking and looking fiercely out the windscreen, but by the time Sam's got them out on the road, Dean's forehead is pressed to the window, his lips parted like he's about to speak and his lashes are dark against his cheeks.

Maybe Sam's kidding himself but he likes to think Dean's sleeping easily beside him. Sam likes to think he has authority over the memory of Hell as much as he does the real thing.

He turns Led Zeppelin on low and drives and drives and drives.

Schmoop just makes the world go round! Oh and I love fleshflutter!




Sam Winchester, Sex God

Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Author: kelly_girl
Warnings: None
Word Count: N/A

“Okay, now I know something is wrong! You can’t even watch fake lesbian porn in the same room with me and suddenly you’re talking about threesomes?"

Dean collected his money from some guy named Larry, joked with him a bit, and bought him a beer. He’d suckered the guy, but that was no reason to be rude. Halfway through his drink he saw a woman approach his brother’s table. She smiled, flipped back her dark hair, and said something that had Sam smiling back.

Dean smirked, already planning what he’d say after Sammy turned her down. Too bad, really. She had a seriously sweet ass.

He almost dropped his bottle as Sam got up and followed the woman back toward the restrooms. A small sliver of light that told him the back door had been opened. He grinned and ordered another drink. Dean couldn’t wait to tease his brother about being a sly dog. He had to come up with some new material since his old stuff wouldn’t work.

Sex Magic!!! Do I have to say more than that?




Bad Blood

Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Author: astolat
Warnings: None
Word Count: 3,887

"Fuck me or I'm going to die isn't the world's best pickup line."
"I've heard worse," Dean said.
"You've used worse," Sam said.

That summary should be enough of a teaser. And explanation ;o)




Binding

Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Author: astolat
Warnings: none
Word Count: 7,222

No way had Bobby pulled out some pair of real mystical amulets from nowhere and handed them over like crackerjack prizes.

"What the fuck are these things?" Dean said into the phone, first thing, no goddamn preamble. Bobby didn't say anything on the other end for a long time; a guilty time. "Goddamn you, Bobby, tell me!"

"What I told you," Bobby said finally. "They ward off possession, spells, evil influence."

"Yeah, except it comes with a big fucking catch, doesn't it?" Dean said. "What's the—ow, goddammit!" He put his hand up to his chest. His fingers came away stained red, just a trickle of blood welling up around the edges of the amulet that clotted up while he looked at it.

Sam came out of the bathroom. His shirt was off, and he was holding a white washcloth to his chest, bright red bloodstain soaking through. "It won't come out," he said, panic riding his voice. "I tried a knife. Dean, I think it's stuck to the bone—"

He stopped, staring at the blood on Dean's fingers. Dean stared back while Sam slowly lifted the washcloth away from his own chest. The blood wasn't running anymore; Dean could see the cut closing up already. "Jesus, Bobby," he whispered. "What did you do to us?"

"I'm sorry, Dean," Bobby said, low and tiredly. "Had to be done."

"Had to be done?" Dean said. "You son of a bitch, what the fuck gives you the right—"

"Steve Wendell," Bobby snapped. "Steve Wendell dead, and what that demon did to Jo, and a promise to your daddy you know damn well you ain't going to keep." Dean clenched his jaw shut, and Bobby went on softer. "Wasn't fair of him to ask it of you, Dean. Wasn't fair of the world to ask it of him, either. But fair's got nothing to do with it when we're talking stakes like these."

He paused, sighed out. "I don't know exactly what those charms are. They came to me about ten years ago with a heap of warnings. But they'll keep that demon off your backs, whatever else they take out of you, and right now that's not negotiable."

"Yeah," Dean said, "I'll tell you what else isn't negotiable. We're getting these damn things off, and then I'm coming up there to shove them right back down your fucking throat."

Dean closed up the phone and stood up and chucked it hard across the room. It smacked against the wall and fell down in pieces, clattering. Dean braced his hands on his hips, his head bent. He could feel Sam behind him, knew to the last inch how much space he'd have to cross to get his hands on Sam's skin again.

"These things," Sam said, "it's like—I can feel—" He stopped.

"Yeah," Dean said, low and tight.

I love stories where they are bound to each other. I don't know ... some kind of bondage-kink gone awry?




Three First Times

Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Author: Anne Higgins
Warnings: None
Word Count: 5,402

Three separate vignettes about how Dean and Sam got together the first time. Stories 2 and 3 can be seen as follow-ups to story 1.

Dean Winchester had been eighteen for two hours and ten minutes the first time his brother fucked him. It didn't really matter how old Sam Winchester was because the fourteen-year-old kid setting up a Battleship game in the next room had nothing to do with the adult who suddenly appeared in Dean's bedroom to literally swept him off his feet and onto his bed.

He should have been freaked out, should have fought against the long body pressing him down to the mattress. Instead for the first time since he'd figured out who his dream lover was, Dean felt calm and as if everything would turn out right. He murmured, "The door."

His lover smiled at him, then glanced at the door. It swung shut and Dean heard the lock click. "Nice touch," he sighed as his neck was nuzzled.

Yeah, he should have been freaked out, but somehow he'd known the dreams he'd been having had been true, had known Sam would come for him since he'd known what sex was. And, oh, man, had it been worth it. All those dates that had ended with nothing more than a chaste kiss good night, all that effort to make everyone think he was a stud on wheels when he seldom even got the chance to jerk off — he groaned softly as Sam entered him and knew, oh, yes, he knew it all been really, really, really worth it.

Uhm, I like first times?




Untitled Coda to 4x05

Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Author: alice_pike
Warnings: None
Word Count: 2,195


They haven’t had sex since Dean got out of Hell. They haven’t had the time or the opportunity and so many other things have been on their minds.

They’re both in a good mood by the time they drive into town, and Sam can’t help but smile at Dean, at everything he says, everything he does. Truth is, he’s glad to be back on a job like this, glad to get away from everything for a while. So when Dean stars working on Jamie, Sam’s still smiling, because that’s Dean, that’s his brother, and the banter and the bad pick-up lines are enough to keep him amused, keep him happy because Dean is happy.

It doesn’t stop the pit of jealousy from hardening in his gut, though.

And when Dean, God help him, goes on about his virginity being intact, Sam laughs and pretends he doesn’t mind that Dean’s going to go fuck some random chick he’s never going to see again. There’s a glint in Dean’s eye that Sam’s seen too many times, and he can’t stand to be there any longer.

That episode screamed for fiction and this is awesome porn.




Someone Else's Blood

Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Author: sevenfists
Warnings: None
Word Count: 6,800

Fanfic cliche #62: Character X and Character Y have to pretend to be dating!

The first time, of course, was an accident.

It wasn't Dean's fault. The girl was ridiculously fucking hot—tits busting out of her low-cut top, gloss-pink mouth pouting slightly and parting as she looked Dean up and down—but no way in hell was she eighteen, and Dean preferred his pussy legal. He squared out his shoulders and tried to keep his eyes from wandering down to where he could see the lace trim of her bra. It was bright red.

"You just need a single for the night?" the girl purred, and licked her lips.

Dean glanced out the window to the parking lot, where Sam was slouched in the front seat of the car, scowling at Dad's journal. "No," he said. The girl leaned over the counter; Dean took a step back. With his luck, she'd have an older brother who was a cop, and Dean could think of far more entertaining ways to spend his night than holed up in some hick town jail cell. "No," he repeated, "uh, there are two of us. My, uh. My boyfriend's with me," he blurted, not thinking about it.

The girl raised both of her eyebrows.

"I mean, uh," Dean said, but it was too late: he'd already said it.

Jesus Christ, Sam was going to kill him.

Unless he didn't find out. Dean was a goddamn criminal mastermind.

The girl huffed and tugged at her shirt. "Your boyfriend," she said acidly, and snatched a key off the wall. "Fine. Here."

"Thank you, sweetheart," Dean said, and winked at her, just to see her glare at him. It was too bad, really—give her a couple years and he'd be more than glad to fuck her over that countertop, just stick one hand up her skirt and push a couple fingers right into her wet cunt.

Not that he was thinking about it or anything.

They were in that town for three days. Dean spent the entire time wondering if the girl was going to blow his cover, but she restrained herself to the sort of icy looks that could probably have made a lesser man's dick shrivel up and fall off, and Sam never found out.

God, I love that cliche. Way too much probably. But I don't even care ;o)



Loud And Clear

Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Author: astolat
Warnings: none
Genre: First Time
Keywords: Mind Reading
Word Count: 1,840

It just seemed pretty fucking obvious to Dean: you couldn't get what you really wanted, so you had to take what you could get.

It just seemed pretty fucking obvious to Dean: you couldn't get what you really wanted, so you had to take what you could get. Girls said yes, marks put their money down on the table, evil things curled up and died, with enough effort involved to make it worth the while. That small sweet taste of victory came his way as regular as a hit, and it felt good each and every time. So yeah, damn right he chased it down, he worked for it, and he enjoyed the hell out of it when he got it. What the fuck else was there, except an imaginary carrot you held out for yourself, knowing you weren't ever going to reach it?

Maybe the truth was he didn't really want Sam to get that, though. Not that Dean didn't want Sam to learn how to carpe a little diem, because Jesus Christ, the kid needed to relax and get laid like nobody's business, but there was something kind of stupid cute about the way Sam kept acting like there was something out there. Some big shining prize off in the distance that he could really get his hands on, that wasn't just a will-o-wisp. It made Dean feel weird every time Sam proved he still believed that; made him feel like he was fifteen or sixteen again. Yeah, the magic years, back when Sammy had still thought he was Batman and Superman all rolled into one, invincible; when Dean had thought pretty much the same thing. Going on his first real hunts with Dad, coming home to Sammy snug in their warm bed and sleepily asking, "s'okay?" and cuddling up when Dean crawled in next to him.

"Yeah, Sammy," he'd always said, and he wasn't going to start changing that answer now, no matter how much the world and all the hellspawn in it were conspiring to prove him wrong. Sam could keep chasing that mirage, and who knew, maybe he'd even get it, in the end.

I cannot even tell you why I like this one. I just do. It shows a side of Dean I like. The part of him that's so in need of his brother ... Just damn pretty fiction.




Kings and Queens and Jokers, too

Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Author: astolat
Warnings: none
Genre: Humor, First Time
Keywords: Trickster, Mystery Spot
Word Count: 4,436

"Yeah, you boys nailed that trickster real good," Bobby said, dry as dust.

They got the trickster for once and goddamn all in Boise, managed to circle him with silver and salt and stake him all the way down to the ground. Afterwards Dean wiped off his forehead and told Sam, "This calls for steaks and beer."

"This calls for a shower first," Sam said, which Dean had to agree with. They did that and hit the biggest fanciest steakhouse Clive B. Arker could afford on his platinum Mastercard, both of them with hair still wet and glossy and slicked back, and maybe that was it, because the hostess looked at them and gave them what Dean called the professional non-homophobe smile and took them to one of the fancy romantic booths in back.

Dean rolled his eyes. Sam just shrugged with one shoulder back, and they sat down and ate two porterhouses with all the trimmings, and apple pie for dessert. A white-haired businessman at another table kept glaring at them. Dean licked the last of the pie from Sam's fingers and sat back, wondering what the hell was the guy's problem.

Teehee, this one is hilarious. I wish there was more stuff like that one out there. The trickster pranking them into a relationship and in the meantime I'm having a lot of fun with their oblivion.





The secret is out

Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: R (to be safe)
Author: titheniel
Warnings: none
Genre: Established Relationship
Keywords: John finds out
Word Count: 1,226

Set during "Dead Man's Blood", John's POV. Being reunited with his boys after so long brings to the light how some things have changed, and John doesn't think he's ready to know.

“With all due respect dad, but that’s a bunch of crap.”

John looked. Like, really looked. And asked himself how in the pit of Hell he'd missed that. Dean's chin was defiant, shoulders straight. He was standing up to him, for probably the first time since John had memory. For himself, or not only for himself. For him and Sam, for them.

Them. Them being the keyword.

Sam gaped at Dean, and it was comical -- or it would’ve been if the situation hadn’t been so fucking serious -- right before a look of distinct pride settled about him. A chill ran down John’s spine as Sam stepped right behind Dean, a mirroring look of determination and boldness in his eyes.

John looked, and knew.

I like stories where John finds out about the boys. I don't know why, I just do and this one ... I just like this one for how it's dealig with it. It's from John's POV and I guess that's what I approve of.




Informed Consent

Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Author: concernedlily
Warnings: none
Genre: PWP
Keywords: Tattoos, Mystery Spot, Trickster
Word Count: 6,375

Sam insists on the tattoos because the trick memory of Dean eating his own gun under black eyes is keeping him up nights.

Sam looks around carefully, walking around the room muttering spellwork for protection and success in a way that hopefully looks random, just checking out the sample work on each wall. He and Dean have both swiped holy water over the places where the tattoos are going: he wishes he could get something into the ink, but the shop's reputation for hygiene wouldn't allow him to add things to the mix.

Dean's looking ever so slightly alarmed now he's in the chair, like he thought this was a whim of Sam's he probably wouldn't go through with. Sam expects Dean to read him as well as he always has, it's still a surprise when he realises he's doing something, using something, from those months alone. He knows Dean can't possibly be expected to understand anything from that time but it still makes him resent his brother, just a little until the guilt and gratitude for having him back swamps it. Dean was supposed to be there; he's supposed to have always been around, and Sam knows that's not how Dean would choose to leave him but it just points out that Dean did choose to leave, no matter that he's changed his mind about it now.

Sam hands the design to the tattoo artist, call me Kev, and gestures at Dean to take his shirt off. Dean does but then he clutches it to his chest like a pre-Raphaelite virgin and says, “Sam, come on, you're not going to tell me what it is now?”

Sam opens his mouth to say no; he told Dean it's protection but not that it's against possession: he can't bear to explain to Dean how he knows just wearing the charms isn't security enough anymore. Kev gets in before him. “Dude, you don't know what it is?” He glances at the paper as if to make sure it doesn't say you suck or something, then looks between Dean and Sam, shrugs and says, “Sorry, fellas, informed consent.”

“He gives his consent,” Sam grits out, knowing it looks weird and not caring. He glares at Dean. “Don't you, Dean?”

Dean stares at him and then he looks away, swallowing, but he mutters, “Yeah.” He wets his lips and brings his arms slowly down, showing the hard-muscled plane of his chest, pale and freckled, and adds more loudly, “Yeah, I consent. Do whatever he wants.”

Oh god, Tattoos and Sam taking control and omg this story is just smokingly hot and I just love my tattoo kink and what it does to me!




Not That I Need Proof

Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Author: nutkin
Warnings: Spoilers for 4x01
Genre: PWP
Keywords: Schmoop
Word Count: 4,385

A filthy, somewhat schmoopy coda to 4.01.

Sam was careful when he touched his hand to Dean's stomach, fingertips and palm brushing over the warmth there.

He tried so hard to not remember any of this. He crushed down his memories of Dean, both the trivial and the important. It was easier to not remember the feeling of sharing a bed and feeling his body heat, or knowing that all it took was to reach out and he'd be right there. He separated himself from the days when they were one person, no room for secrets, no room for anything but the bare, honest truth. The days when they fucked in shady motels that felt separate from the world, little pockets where they didn't have to explain themselves or feel anything but good about what they were.

There were times it was inevitable – a song would come on the radio and hit a nerve, or there'd be someone in a supermarket with the same way of walking or a similar voice. At one point he and Ruby followed a hunt to a town they lived in while he was in high school, and the memories that crashed back were so visceral that he couldn't even stick around to finish the job.

It seemed impossible that Dean could be in front of him again, snoozing so casually on the tacky red bedspread. He would have likened it to a dream, but even that was wrong; in a dream he wouldn't have the burn searing through him of panic and hope and fear.

It's all I wanted after watching 4x01 ...




Traded your Worth for these Scars

Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Author: thenyxie
Warnings: Spoilers for 4x01
Genre: Angst, PWP
Keywords: Schmoop
Word Count: 3,185

Dean struggles in the aftermath of the episode. Sam needs to be sure Dean’s really back.

His hands are itchy, twitching as he opens the motel door.

“Dean.” Sam sits up on the bed as Dean walks in, closes the door behind him.

“So,” Sam says shifting. “How’d it go?”

Great, Sammy. Bring me four fried chickens and a coke. I’m on a mission from God.

“I found out what it was,” he says, standing by the door, hands closing, opening, fingers shaking out.

“What? How?”

“We summoned it.”

“You what?” Sam’s halfway up off the bed in shock. “You summoned that fucking thing, Dean? After--”

“I know. But I had to find out. And I didn’t… didn’t want you getting hurt.”

“What about you?”

“I’m okay. Bobby’s okay.”

“Goddammit, Dean. You could have died. Again. Seriously, what the hell?”

“I didn’t. I’m here, Sam. Still here.” Dean walks to the side of the bed, rests his hand on Sam’s shoulder, feels the anger drain out of his brother’s body under the touch. “See? Still here.”

Sam nods, jaw working furiously, eyes blinking hard and fast. “You’re a fucking idiot, you know that.”

Oh god, this is even MORE than I wanted to read after watching 4x01. It's so perfect, I want to crawl inside that story.





Colours of his Soul

Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Author: luvsabitch
Warnings: Abuse, Rape, Violence
Genre: Angst, Drama, Hurt & Comfort
Keywords: Kidnapped Sam, Blindness
Word Count: N/A

Inspired by a challenge from Celebelei on Sinful Desires. Sam gets kidnapped, really bad stuff happens to Sam, he’s left traumatised and blind, Dean has to pick up the pieces.

Dean was suddenly aware that Sam wasn’t in his usual place at his side, he turned back from crowd, but Sam was nowhere in sight. Gone, the word throbbed through his brain and Dean felt instantly sober. He pushed the clinging girls away from him as he ran back the way they’d come calling Sam's name. “Sammy, quit foolin’ around. Come on Sammy.” Thinking, hoping, he’s getting me back for last time but knowing in his heart that Sammy wasn’t like that, Sammy didn’t play those sorts of games.

Half an hour of desperate searching later, the only traces of Sam were his beer bottle shattered on the alley floor and his cell phone ringing uselessly from a Dumpster. A waitress in the nearby bar remembered the pretty drunk boy being carried by masked men but didn’t see where they went; and the trail was already cold.

It was one the first few stories I ever read in this fandom and I only now found it on my computer again and had to hunt it down 'cause I didn't write down the author OR place where I found it. Anyway, I got it back now and have to re-read it soon but in the meantime I'm telling YOU guys to read it 'cause it is quite good. It's over a year old but what do I care about that anyway? ;o)





The Dangers of second Guessing

Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Author: mona1347
Warnings: none
Genre: PWP
Keywords: Mystery Spot
Word Count: ~ 4,100

Sam won't stop staring at him.

They'd driven like a bat out of hell for almost eighteen hours, going nowhere in particular but away. Dean had to practically beg for a McDonald's breakfast drive-through and some stops to piss and pick up snacks. He made Sam eat a fucking fruit cup at about noon but, shit, for real, some people need food to get through the day. Finally, Dean can't take it anymore, eyes blurry with fatigue but unwilling to switch off again with the downright reckless way Sam's been driving.

He taps his fingers on the wheel to the rhythm of the windshield wipers and says, "All right, enough. It's raining like a bitch and I'm tired and you're tired and the car is tired, okay? We're stopping at the next place with a bed and I don't want to hear a word about it." Then, quieter: "We're, like, a thousand miles away, dude."

Sam blinks a few times, rubs at his eyes and nods. He keeps freaking watching Dean across the front seat but sometimes a victory is a victory and Dean will take what he can get.

Yeah so I got a nick for stories that involve Mystery Spot and the Trickster. I wish there were more fics out there where the trickster actually plays a prank on them to get them together (Like the one from Astolat I rec'd up there ...) but in the meantime I'm taking what I can get and Mystery Spot based stories are just as good. So yeah, I like this one 'cause I love it when Sam's in need of proof that his Dean is still there.


And two short comment!fic recs from tvm's Hurt/Comfort meme

Post-post-Hell reunion the boys get enormously drunk and Bobby puts them to bed. by belyste

and

Post-Hell: big shouty argument over something trivial until something snaps and they have The Sex and then Sam CRIES. by nu_breed




No one loves me (not like you do)

Pairing: Sams/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Author: fleshflutter
Reader: ifyouweremine
Warnings: none
Genre: PWP
Keywords: multiple Sams
Length: 00:13:00
Word Count: 1,704

Text

Multiple Sams ...

If Dean could just think, if he could just get his head together for a fucking second and think-

Sam's hands are on his shoulders, keeping him pressed down onto the motel-bed mattress, while Sam kneels astride his chest and lets him suck on his hard, wet (fucking perfect) cock, and Sam's tongue is licking his ass open.

Dean can't even breathe, how the hell is he s'posed to think?

SMOKIN' I'M TELLING YOU!!





Phtonus in Lethe

Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Author: leonidaslion
Reader: juice817
Warnings: none
Genre: PWP, First Tine
Keywords: Size!Kink, D/S!kink, power play, public sex
Length: 00:32:05
Word Count: 6,094

Text

There's only so much jealousy a guy can take, and Sam's reached his limit ...

“Wow,” the kid says. “I mean, uh.” He clears his throat, visibly gathering himself together, and then offers, “I haven’t seen you here before.”

“Yeah, just moved here,” Dean tells him. Then, because he’s on a case and people are getting eviscerated, he smiles and takes the kid’s hand. “Azrael Abyss.”

“Raven Nightshade,” the kid answers without missing a beat. It figures that he’s too young to have seen that particular SNL skit.

Dean lets his hand linger, index finger tracing along ‘Raven’s’ wrist when he finally pulls back. It’s a harmless flirtation, and he needs information. Besides, the kid looks like his night could use a little rush.

Raven’s eyes brighten at the touch, which Dean is expecting, and then he asks, “Can I buy you a drink?” which Dean most definitely is not.

His mouth quirks at the thought of what Sam would say if he answered yes. Oh, count the ways it would be illegal. After a brief pause, he hedges, “You got a fake ID or something?”

Raven laughs. “I’m twenty one, man. Of age and completely legal. Also clean, in case you’re wondering.”

All of a sudden Dean’s the one who’s filled with a hot rush of embarrassment because, um, awkward.

“Do you blush like that all over?” Raven asks, smirking. He edges closer. Dean might have as many as ten seconds left before Raven works up to trying to kiss him. His mind searches frantically for some way to diffuse the situation because, legal or not, the kid still looks way too fucking young for him.

Also: definitely not gay. Not even a little. Flirtation in pursuit of information is one thing. Full on making out with another guy—one who probably doesn’t even know anything useful—is another.

As he opens his mouth to make some kind of bullshit excuse, Dean takes a step back and runs into a brick wall where there wasn’t one before. On second thought, walls aren’t warm. And they sure as hell don’t have arms to wrap possessively around his stomach and chest.

“He’s with me,” Sam rumbles.

The words vibrate down Dean’s spine. He takes a surprised breath and feels his mesh shirt catch and pull against his brother’s. Feels Sam’s skin underneath the mesh, burning like the midsummer asphalt.

Not that he’s thinking about Sam’s skin.

Clearly a classic and now read out loud by my favorite juice817 ... You just have to listen to it just like you have to listen to the sequel


On Phtonus's Altar

Also read by juice817

Length: 01:25:50
Word Count: 16,421

Text

Sam makes good on his promises ... and then some.

By the time they get back to the motel, Dean feels more guilty and awkward than horny. Sam is sprawled out in the passenger seat, radiating heat and hunger. He hasn’t touched Dean since they got in the car, but he keeps staring. When Dean shifts awkwardly, Sam licks his lips like a cat that has just gotten its first taste of cream.

He’s doing it on purpose: bitch knows that Dean has great peripheral vision.

So yeah, Dean is uncomfortably hard against the leather of his pants as he pulls into an empty spot a few spaces down from their room. He’s only human, after all. On the other hand, with Sam keeping his distance, his brain has actually started working again and images of Sam as a kid keep superimposing themselves on the road.

Sam with jelly smeared across his face. Sam bent almost in half with his tongue sticking out of his mouth as he works through his arithmetic homework and Sam with baby fat and skinned knees. Then, as if that’s not enough, Sam as a fucking baby. All of it conspiring to remind him that Sam is his kid brother—key word there being brother—who he’s supposed to watch out for.

But the topper on what’s already a pretty crappy situation is the sneaking suspicion that, deep down, he does want this. Because Dean can tell himself as much as he wants that his body is having a natural reaction to a hot guy eye-fucking him—a hot guy who just had his hands all over (inside) his body—but that doesn’t make it true. He’s straight. He’s straight as a fucking arrow and the only reason that he’s turned on right now is that it’s Sam, and Sam has always somehow managed to defy category.

Oh God, he’s in love with his baby brother.

“You’re freaking out,” Sam says.

Dean considers denying it and then realizes that if there is ever a time for a deep, heartfelt, chick flick moment, it’s now.

I highly advise you to NOT listen to this while riding your bike 'cause uhm ... people on the street might look at you weirdly ... Trust me.





Under Hill

Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Author: astolat
Reader: twilight_angel
Warnings: none
Genre: First Time
Keywords: AU, Amnesia, Elves
Length: 01:03:38
Word Count: 10,120

Text

"Can't we just kill a bunch of elves without having to talk about our feelings?" Dean said.

He was sitting in a car. That was the first moment, and it stood alone. The car was running, slow purr of the engine, pulled off onto the right shoulder. His eyes were watering a little. It was a bright, cloudy day, lots of glare off the pavement. Light traffic was going by on the highway, whipping by fast. A big eighteen wheeler went by with a groan, and the car rocked a little in the draft. There was someone else in the car, a big guy with sloppy hair, staring out the windshield with the corner of his mouth tucked in and down in a confused frown.

"Uh," he said to the big guy, "do I know you?"

The guy looked over blankly. "I don't know, do you?"

They went through their wallets and the glove compartment and found a dozen names, none of which stuck. They opened the trunk; aside from the hidden compartment full of guns and knives, and jugs of gasoline and salt and water, they also found a bag with maybe thirty more: FBI badges, sheriff stars, police licenses, hospital IDs. He fanned them out in both hands and held them out. "Pick a card?" Sloppy-hair just gave him a look that said come on, take this seriously for five minutes. "Yeah, okay." He tossed them all back into the bag.

I usually am not that big a fan of amnesia!stories but I still like this one. Might be because I'm astolat's fangirl ... Anyway, this one is cute and you all should at least listen to it once!





Carry Me Over The Sky

Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Author: killabeez
Reader: juice817
Warnings: none
Genre: First Time
Keywords: chick flick moment, talking about feelings
Length: 00:54:27
Word Count: 10,120

Text

The storm broke just over the Arkansas border. It had been building between them since Dad -- maybe a lot longer than that -- but just the fact that Sam would ask what he'd asked was a storm warning of sorts, and Dean wasn't really surprised when Sam reached over in the middle of "Iron Man" and turned off the stereo.

He felt the heat of Sam's disapproving stare practically burning a hole in the side of his head.

"This is a joke to you, is that it?"

Dean grimaced, tasting brimstone on the back of his tongue. "Trust me, I'm not laughin'."

"No? Well, good, 'cause that makes two of us."

Dean's hands tightened on the wheel. "What do you want from me, Sam?"

"What do I want from you? Oh, I don't know, Dean. I can't imagine. How about a straight answer, for once?"

Dean shot him a look of frustration. Bastard wasn't gonna let this go. "Come on, Sam, that's not fair. I told you what happened."

"Yeah, well, don't do me any favors, all right?"

The bitter note Sam didn't bother to suppress pushed Dean past the last edge of his patience. "No wonder Dad could never talk to you," he muttered, knowing even as he said it that he was over the line.

It took Sam a few seconds to manage an answer, and when it came, his voice was low, tight with betrayal. "That's a new low, even for you."

Dean said nothing. He swallowed, feeling queasy with it. The yellow lines on the blacktop slid by in the glow of the headlights, endless and unchanging.

Very VERY intense! Again from my favorite narrator juice817 and you just have to listen to this.

Done that, too. Now I have three video recs to share



Your warming smile

Created by maichan808

I've been in love with that song ever since sophie_448's story To Wake A Captive Dreamer and now there's a video made by maichan808 whom I fangirl, too and THIS CANNOT BECOME ANY BETTER!!


For You To Be Mine

Created by proofpudding

This one is very, VERY beautiful. I almost cried watching it. There cannot be said anything else except: GO WATCH NOW!


Mad About You

created by Thandie777


I like that song and I kinda like the editting even though I think that sometimes it's a little fast. Still a great video worth your time ;o)



Running To Stand Still

Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Author: leonidaslion
Warnings: none
Genre: PWP
Keywords: messed-up!boys, reluctance, marking, blow job
Word Count: 1,646

In the beginning, it's messy as hell.

The first time it happens, they’re fighting. Sam’s pissed at Dean for something dumb—some half-assed comment Dean can’t even remember making now—and he’s tired and cranky and just wants Sam to shut the fuck up already and so he grabs him by the back of the neck and kisses him. He’s sure that’ll send Sam running for at least an hour, but instead the joke’s on Dean because Sam tosses him facedown on the bed and yanks his jeans halfway down his thighs and shoves right in—no prep, no lube, and it fucking hurts, but Dean’s still doing his best to spread for it against the unyielding denim, and panting out the most obscene, filthy things he can think of, and he comes a few minutes before Sam manages his own climax.

Sam tries to kiss him afterwards. He tries to curl his long body around Dean’s in the bed and Dean shoves him and bites out, ‘get the fuck off,’ and stomps out of the room, pulling his pants up as he goes.

They don’t talk for a week: not about the really fucked up accident (yes, officer, I slipped and fell on his dick) and not about anything else either. And then on the following Wednesday, Dean tosses a balled up pair of socks at Sam’s head and tells him to pack his shit because he found them a job in Colorado.

It’s almost a month before it happens again. This time Sam starts it, although Dean makes damn sure he finishes it: hands planted flat on his brother’s chest while he moves up and down on Sam’s ridiculous cock and croons like a porn star. Sam’s face is screwed up through the whole thing, like he’s in pain, but the way his hands are latched onto Dean’s hips like manacles (bruises for fucking weeks) tells a different story.

Sam’s too wiped to do much more than grunt and roll over before he falls asleep afterwards, but he comes up behind Dean in the bathroom the next morning and puts his arms around him and gets a black eye for his trouble.

It's just ... you have to read it to understand the awesomnes of it. The sex is happening right from the beginning on and but it's not a PWP although I said so (I just didn't know how else to categorize it ...) It's actually about the way their relationship establishes itself and it's so ... so much of affection there. Affection for each other and the author's affection for the boys and I just really, really like that one.




I Want You To Want Me

Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Author: delanach
Warnings: Sam is 16 in this fic.
Genre: PWP, First Time
Keywords: Wee!cest, underage!Sam, blow job, hand job, face!porn
Word Count: 7,451

Sam is determined to get what he wants, despite Dean's reluctance.

He opened the Impala's trunk and took off his jacket, laying it inside. Apart from some splatters, it didn't look too bad. His shirt had taken the worst of it. He stripped it off, and the t-shirt underneath and used a dry sleeve to wipe away most of the blood from his chest. There was an old, oil-stained AC/DC t-shirt stuffed in the corner of the trunk behind a bag of rock salt and he pulled it over his head, thankful to be rid of the godawful smell.

As soon as he was on his way, he called Sam to reassure him they were fine, but he knew that his brother wouldn't relax until he'd seen Dean safe and well for himself. Half an hour later, he pulled into the parking lot of the motel they'd been living in for a week.

Sam flung himself at Dean as soon as he walked through the door. At sixteen, he was already as tall as Dean but skinny, without most of the muscle that Dean carried. He still managed to push Dean back against the door and Dean held him for a moment, close enough to feel the heat of his body.

After a few years of wanting his own space and squirming away if Dean had as much as touched him or hugged him like he had when they were younger, Sam had become almost clingy lately. Dean didn't mind but right now his body was craving something other than a chaste brotherly hug. Dean patted him on the back before trying to untangle himself.

Oooh, such a nice read. For all those who like pre-series stuff this is the story you want to read. For those who want Dean to be caring and reluctant, this is the story you want to read.




Twentyone

Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Author: wiccaqueen
Warnings: none
Genre: PWP, First Time
Keywords: blow job, hand job, pre-series, birthday
Word Count: N/A

Sam has to spend his 21st birthday all alone, until Dean shows up for a surprise visit

How many nights had he spend awake? He was used to long nights of hunting and it never had really bothered him all too much. But since he’d been at Stanford, he’d learnt to deal with totally different kinds of long nights. The ones where he couldn’t sleep because of all the guilt pushing its’ way to the surface, because of all the unanswered questions hanging in the air and because of all the uncertainty of how his family was doing. They had been all he had ever known, all he had ever cared about. And then all of a sudden it had just been him. He had chosen freedom at a terrible price. Leaving his family behind, leaving Dean had been like severing a limb from his body. Ever since then he had felt empty, as if something was missing at the very core of him.

Jess had managed to fill that empty space quite nicely over the last few months, but somewhere a small dark spot still remained. And tonight that spot just seemed to grow bigger and bigger, ripping through his heart and leaving it bleeding and barely beating.

He shouldn’t be feeling like this, not on his goddamn birthday! The sun hadn’t even risen yet and already he knew this birthday wasn’t going to any fun at all. Not that birthdays had been big in the Winchester family, but at least they had been fun at times.

With an agonizing pain he remembered his 18th birthday, only a couple of years back.

wiccaqueen wrote this for my 21st birthday and I cannot say how much I actually love that story. I might be a little bit biased but still I want you to read this! NOW!




Dusk

Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17 for mild swearing
Author: bbmarcello
Warnings: none
Genre: General
Keywords: tattoos
Word Count: N/A

This is what comes out late at night, when I'm sick.

“What do they mean?”

“Shh, ‘m drunk, ‘s late, ‘m tired, sleep.”

“Tell me, what do they mean?”

He sighed heavily and sat up a bit in bed, his head resting against the wall. There were still traces of black liner round his eyes. His hair was longer now, falling into his face, and he reached across to push the shaggy mop out of his eyes but he got there first.

“Okay, which ones?”

“All of ‘em.”

That story is just ... it's short but so PERFECT and SAD and I ... I cannot say more 'cause that'd spoil you but OMG PLEASE READ IT!



Three Days

Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG-13
Author: faunaana
Warnings: none
Genre: Drama, General
Keywords: Sam/OMC, hurt/comfort
Word Count: 3,299

Dean glimpsed the map, but he needs Sam to show the way home.

Its three days before (after) Dean catches a glimpse of the scars. Three days of watching Sam numb with grief, as he sat and stared at Dean, at the wall, at the floor, at his hands. Dean collapsed asleep and startled awake to the image of Sam sitting on the bed, the chair, the floor, wherever he happened to crumple when he paused his frenetic pacing for a moment. Three days of Sam showering every few hours, emerging with scrubbed raw skin. Three days of Sam pushing food around his plate, mechanically chewing whenever hunger overrode the sorrow filling his gut.

Three days since the fire stole Jess away from Sam; three days of sitting sentinel with him every waking moment; three days it took Dean to see the scars.

Dean knows every mark, every distortion of smooth skin on Sam’s body. But he doesn’t know these. These are pinched, mottled patches that crisscross Sam’s back like the brush strokes of a demented mind They’re pink and stretched tight, new. The length and breadth of them suck the air from his lungs.

I read something that's not rated R or NC-17. I know this is a shocker but nevertheless this story is awesome. Lots of brotherly comfort and affection and just so very ... great!




Sacramentum

Pairing: Sam/Dean, (assorted Dean/anything-with-a-pulse, because, well, Dean)
Rating: NC-17
Author: smallcaps
Warnings: none
Genre: PWP
Keywords: virgin!sacrifice, secret sex, blindfold
Word Count: N/A

Dean starts digging into a mysterious virgin sacrifice. With porn.

There were certain truths, universally acknowledged...

Yeah, Dean Winchester's read Pride and Prejudice. Three different schools assigned it and he watched a few movie versions because, hello, Elizabeth? Smart and feisty? There was nothing not to like.

And there were universal truths. Like, fratboy cults tended to summon the snake-type demons, sorority girls went for spooky caves. Sometimes with teeth, just in case Dean had gone long enough without a bad case of 'vagina dentata' stuck in his brain to the tune of the Lion King.

So. Freud? A nutcase in general, but on some things, not so far off-base.

He'd done his share of busting up screwy college cults - Dean, that is, not Freud - mostly during a certain period of time in which he was trying to prove that Sammy wasn't the only one who could do the college thing. Also, varsity cheerleaders. Which lead to sitting in on other people's lectures and getting a stealthy handjob in a full class while discussing, believe it or not, Pride and Prejudice.

This time, he and Sam had just wound up a simple salt-and-burn and were kicking back, cooling their heels for a bit - damn, but business was slow, and what was with that? - and between flirting with the dimestore girl and prowling the co-eds, Dean was starting to overhear a few too many dropped whispers about virgin sacrifices.

He was going to say something to Sam, honest he was, but then he clued in that these whispers were about the fun kind of virgin sacrifice and he didn't feel like having that conversation again because business and pleasure? Not only did they totally mix, but in his finely honed opinion, enhanced the hell out of each other. Full on "go together like a horse and carriage" deal. So he passed off wanting to hang around with the conveniently true story that they should really hustle up some spare cash before picking a road at random for the all-important drive off into the sunset.

Funny, sexy and oh such a good ending. There's nothing not to like.



The Light, The Heat

Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Author: rivers_bend
Warnings: none
Genre: PWP
Keywords: phone sex, pre-series, impala, stakeout
Word Count: ~1400

Dad would kill him for taking his mind off the job, but he probably wouldn't be that keen on his sons having phone sex with each other either...

Three nights on stakeout—with an unspecified number of nights to follow—Dean's starting to think he did something to piss off John Winchester Yes, Dad. Sir. beyond the baseline frustration of two hunts in a row gone bad. Stupidest stakeout in history too. Not only has nothing happened at this convent in the three nights he's spent cramped in the Impala, nothing has happened here since 1952. Unless you count the infamous pregnancy scandal of 1976, and Dean totally doesn't. He knows where babies come from and it's not a supernatural phenomenon, even in a convent. Dad's got a bug up his ass about fiftieth anniversaries though, and so stakeout it is until Dean's told otherwise.

Two a.m. and Dean is out of coffee, hungry, and seriously bored. There's a 7-11 four blocks away and he's just decided to go top up his supplies when the phone rings. He's sure for a minute that his dad has either figured out a way to read his mind or he's staking out Dean's stakeout, but the display says Sam's Phone. That doesn't solve the coffee or snacks problems, but if he's lucky it'll do wonders on the boredom issue. 'Course, Dad would kill him for taking his mind off the job, but he probably wouldn't be that keen on his sons having phone sex with each other either, so fuck it.

"Sam," Dean says, their code for Yes, we can talk. He doesn't have to worry that Sam won't answer. Unlike Dean, who sometimes just calls to hear the sound of his brother breathing, Sam only ever calls when he's alone.

Uhuhuh, I really like phone sex and this one is just really nice ;o)




Even If

Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: Hard R
Author: ark_reaction
Warnings: none
Genre: Angst, Drama
Keywords: hell, Lucifer, resurrection, bible qoutes, religious themes, tattoo
Word Count: 2,421

Dean finds an unexpected "ally" in hell.

When Dean sees Lucifer again, Lucifer is playing chess against himself. He looks mildly irked. Dean hunkers down in the corner. “We are blessed with all knowledge—well, those of us originally of the host—not like your Ruby, who started out as a puling human girl with the idiocy to sell her soul. But the knowledge comes at a price, we don’t have the ability to build or create—man was created in God’s image, and we were but his pale cousin.”

Dean doesn’t say anything about that. He’s seen the awesome power of demons, ones who brought Sam back from the dead.

“They bargain for souls because it gives them a little bit of that spark.” He tips the black king over on the board. “But you have the privilege of being brought down here solely to be revenged upon.”

Dean has to hold back a smart remark.

“When I asked about killing demons, I wondered if it was some power of the wonderful Sam,” he snorts. “But alas, foolish Ruby played above her station.”

The worst thing Dean has endured here is the sound of his brother’s name rolling off the Prince of Hell’s lips.

I know that little teaser sounds like it's a hell of a dark fiction. Well, it is a little dark and angsty but also ... not so much because it just is ... how can I put this? It is right. It is good and it makes things better in the end. I really advice you to read it. It has bible quotes for heaven's sake!



Song Of The Treadmill

Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Author: tabaqui
Reader: twasadark
Warnings:
Genre: Angst, Drama, Podfic
Keywords: 05:12:40
Length: 02:08:30
Word Count: N/A

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Post-apocalyptic. When an angel brings Sam back to earth, Sam must convince Dean that he really is his brother. But Dean already has a Sam in his life: his dog.

"Boy, I don't know you from Adam, so you better just get yourself gone. Right now." From her stance, Sam could tell Ellen had a gun under the bar – had her hand right on it, and Sam lifted his own hands, palms out. Took a step back, his heart beating hard in his chest.

"Okay, hey, okay, I'm sorry, I... I guess I just –"

"You're just gonna get the fuck out of here," Ellen snapped, and Sam nodded. Backed up a few more steps and then turned, making his way toward the door. Surreptitious looks followed him, but no one said a word.

*What the hell, where's Dean, where's Dad, what do I do?* Sam pushed fast through the door, feeling almost panicked – not paying attention and his shoulder slammed solidly into someone. "Hell, I'm ss..." Sam said, and then choked on the rest of the sentence, staring.

Staring into green eyes that stared right back, brows drawn down in a frown and lips - *scar, he has a scar, oh, thank God –* thin and tight with annoyance.

"Watch where the fuck you're going," Dean said, and Sam gaped at him for a long moment before he snatched desperately at the retreating back.

"Dean, hey, wait, I –"

Dean – it had to be Dean, couldn't not be Dean – jerked his shoulder out of Sam's grasp, twisting around in the doorway and dropping his chin a little in that pose that had meant, for fifteen years or more, that he was about to throw a punch. "Get the fuck off me."

"But...Dean –"

Sam couldn't help it – his hand went out again, reaching, and Dean's slapped it away, solid backhand with rough, bony knuckles. "I don't know you. So fuck off." Dean turned away, shouldering past the door and Sam felt a wave of suffocating fear roll over him.

This was wrong – all wrong. The few times he'd actually talked to his family, they'd always thought he was that world's Sam, last minute savior. A miracle walking, just there in the middle of some dire situation that only he could avert. But there was no situation – nothing was happening at all and that...that had to mean something. It had to.

Unthinking, Sam barreled right back through the doorway, three steps behind Dean. Reached again and touched the scarred shoulder of Dean's leather coat. Dean turned, snake-fast, only this time he had a gun in his hand, the barrel inches from Sam's face faster than Sam could blink.


"I don't think you fucking heard me," Dean said. In that low, nearly pleasant voice he used when he was seconds away from killing something. The voice that had always sent a chill up Sam's spine, and this time was no different. Except that the gun – and the heart-stopping intent – was all directed at Sam.

That story is amazing, the podfic is great and I just like it really much. It's an AU (well, not exactly, 'cause it's more of a future!fic and anything can happen, right?) and although it's a little angsty and dramatic it's also really, really cool. If I said more it'd spoil you too much for the story so I just say: Read or download and listen!



In the car

by merihn

Rating: NC-17

Again, this is pure smut and there is no plot. Therefore you don't get a summary and no more notes from me. Just read it! ... it involves Impala ... does that tempt you? ;o)



Forgive us our Trespasses

by xela_fic

Rating: NC-17

Sam takes Dean's confession.

So this is priest!kink. It has role playing and a confession and a church and porn and there's not much that would make me happier.




Ave Maria

by sophie_48

Rating: NC-17

John finds out about Sam and Dean’s relationship. He says some things that hurt Dean and Sam has to fix it.

Now THIS ONE ... OMG ... Besides my priest!kink I got a HUGE weakness for rosaries and LATIN ... if all of these things come together NOTHING will be able to hold me back. Nothing! At all!

Go and read it. Now. I said so and I mean it!





Last but not least the podfic:

So Quit Asking Me

by balefully, read by sir_yessir

Rating: NC-17

Sam and Dean are bored on a long drive, so they decide to play a little game. Things get interesting.


This is awesome. sir_yessir is a man and although I love LOVE the gay porn all those awesome girls out there read to me it's so much better to have a guy read it. More authentic, y'know? Just listen to it (it's not longer than 11 or 12 minutes) and tell me that I'm right and encourage him to make MORE.



Guardians of a rare thing by esorlehcar, read by mirabile_dictu. It's Sam/Dean and I cannot tell you why I like this one. I just do.



Next on my long list of awesome podfic is: A Priori by memphis86, read by dodificus

Now this one ... this one is something special. It's Sam/Dean but also not. It's hard to explain but it's worth your time!



First one is Sam/Dean: Spellbound. She recorded it herself.




Next one on my list is godamnarmsrace's Coat of Unearthly Delight which she recorded herself. That one is real hot stuff and I must admit I've listened to it more than I probably should have ... It's Sam/Dean with a coat!fetish ...




This Way We Say Goodbye by ifyouweremine

Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It’s their last night together.
Spoilers: 2x22 (AHBL2)
Warnings: Size-kink, first-time, barebacking, sort of angsty, bottom!Dean.

It's not long but it's hot!


Just A Kiss by eremir

Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Summary: Sam has never been kissed. Someone has to teach him how it’s done.

SO VERY HOT. It starts out with a kiss and in the sequels you get more. Yes, there are sequels. And they are hot. Go and read it!


I Never by Lizzey

Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sam and Dean get drunk and play a game.
Warnings: Slash, incest
Genre: PWP, slight angst
Spoilers: Reference to events in Born Under a Bad Sign

The boys are drunk and start fooling around. Do I have to say more??




Sex-O-Matic by deirdre_c who has ninja skillz. [Mild R? IDEK]

And even more importantly:

So Damn Good by the always gorgeous and amazing proofpudding. She has even better ninja skillz. ♥ [I'd say mild R for the implied Wincest ...]