brothersloverssoulmates:

Wendigo AU for J. ♥
Dean moved into the tent, mindful not to wake up Sam. He was glad that his brother was getting some sleep, he knew it probably wouldn’t be long before another nightmare would wake him. 
Pleasantly buzzed from the beers they had been able to salvage from the torn up campsite, Dean hadn’t even hesitated before he spooned Sam. They only had one sleeping bag. It was cramped and if Sam would have been awake he would complain, but now Dean could do this for Sam. He wasn’t great at talking but he wanted to help Sam carry all his pain. And he really needed this too but the times where he had been able to take it were long gone. 
Dean put his arm around Sam’s waist, pressed his chest to Sam’s back, closed his eyes and rested his face against Sam’s neck. He listened to Sam’s slow breaths and felt him relax, practically melt against him, something he’d never do if he were awake, not anymore. 
Dean slid his hand under Sam’s shirt, splaying it wide over Sam’s flat stomach and burrowed his face in Sam’s hair, taking in Sam’s sweet scent that still hadn’t changed. He had always sought it out when they were kids. Instead of making him shy away, the thought made him press even harder against Sam’s furnace-like heat. Apparently even two years apart had done nothing to dispel that want.
Sam made a low, appreciative noise at the back of this throat, that resonated through both their bodies and Dean froze. Sam struggled free from Dean’s grasp, but only to turn around and look at Dean with an unreadable expression. Sure Sam knew what Dean’s roaming fingers had been suggesting, and had felt him throb against the small of his back.  
Dean’s throat was tight with the words he couldn’t say. Then Sam kissed him. It was just like he remembered, Sam’s heart thudding wildly against his own chest, the softness of Sam’s lips, the taste of his mouth, maybe even sweeter which shouldn’t even have been possible given that they hadn’t brushed their teeth in a while. 
When Sam’s trembling fingers ghosted over his stomach, Dean jerked back. Sam didn’t let him go far though and rubbed slow circles on his back. Dean shivered as the gust of Sam’s warm breath tickled him. 
“It’s been two years and I still don’t know why.” 
Back then Dean had a lot of reasons, but none of them made sense now and he shrugged. “I guess I was just stupid.”
“Do you still…,” Sam trailed off. 
“Never stopped, Sammy. “ Dean replied anyway, surprised to hear his own voice shaking.
“But are you sure, it’s only been…” Whatever else Dean had to say was swallowed as Sam insistent mouth found his again. 

brothersloverssoulmates:

Wendigo AU for J. 

Dean moved into the tent, mindful not to wake up Sam. He was glad that his brother was getting some sleep, he knew it probably wouldn’t be long before another nightmare would wake him.

Pleasantly buzzed from the beers they had been able to salvage from the torn up campsite, Dean hadn’t even hesitated before he spooned Sam. They only had one sleeping bag. It was cramped and if Sam would have been awake he would complain, but now Dean could do this for Sam. He wasn’t great at talking but he wanted to help Sam carry all his pain. And he really needed this too but the times where he had been able to take it were long gone.

Dean put his arm around Sam’s waist, pressed his chest to Sam’s back, closed his eyes and rested his face against Sam’s neck. He listened to Sam’s slow breaths and felt him relax, practically melt against him, something he’d never do if he were awake, not anymore.

Dean slid his hand under Sam’s shirt, splaying it wide over Sam’s flat stomach and burrowed his face in Sam’s hair, taking in Sam’s sweet scent that still hadn’t changed. He had always sought it out when they were kids. Instead of making him shy away, the thought made him press even harder against Sam’s furnace-like heat. Apparently even two years apart had done nothing to dispel that want.

Sam made a low, appreciative noise at the back of this throat, that resonated through both their bodies and Dean froze. Sam struggled free from Dean’s grasp, but only to turn around and look at Dean with an unreadable expression. Sure Sam knew what Dean’s roaming fingers had been suggesting, and had felt him throb against the small of his back.  

Dean’s throat was tight with the words he couldn’t say. Then Sam kissed him. It was just like he remembered, Sam’s heart thudding wildly against his own chest, the softness of Sam’s lips, the taste of his mouth, maybe even sweeter which shouldn’t even have been possible given that they hadn’t brushed their teeth in a while.

When Sam’s trembling fingers ghosted over his stomach, Dean jerked back. Sam didn’t let him go far though and rubbed slow circles on his back. Dean shivered as the gust of Sam’s warm breath tickled him.

“It’s been two years and I still don’t know why.”

Back then Dean had a lot of reasons, but none of them made sense now and he shrugged. “I guess I was just stupid.”

“Do you still…,” Sam trailed off.

“Never stopped, Sammy. “ Dean replied anyway, surprised to hear his own voice shaking.

“But are you sure, it’s only been…” Whatever else Dean had to say was swallowed as Sam insistent mouth found his again. 







daddyjared:

sam’s outfit in 8x13 (◡‿◡✿)


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Where is my brother?