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Sam and Dean (finally) getting together after Sam turns 18, because Dean just had to wait for Sam to be legal, and Sam happily settling into the routine of hunting, sleeping, and having sex with his older brother. But Sam coming back from grabbing dinner for them both after a routine salt and burn at one in the morning to find Dean on their bed with the waitress from the diner where they had had breakfast that morning, and Sam being so confused, wait, they’re not exclusive? But Dean said that Sam was it. He was the end game, no passing go, that was that. Sam certainly wasn’t even allowed to look at girls, let alone touch them. Dean always kicked Sam in the shin when he looked at a waitress for too long and smacked him upside the head for watching the ass in front of them bounce as whatever random girl walked down the street, always punched him in the arm for letting his eyes slip down to a girl’s chest. But Dean was allowed to sleep with other people? How was that fair? Righteous anger filled Sam as he stormed back out the door, dropping dinner on the table as he went. He strode back to the Impala and climbed into the back seat, debating on whether or not he should just leave Dean’s ass there and drive off without him. But Sam’s stuff was still in his duffle in the corner, and his favorite gun was underneath the pillow on his side of the bed.

Sam sulked in the car for well over 2 hours before the waitress stumbled out of their motel room, so drunk that she could barely walk, giggling on her way back to her car. Sam should’ve keyed it or something. After waiting until the girl left the parking lot, Sam skulked back into their room to find Dean passed out on their bed and the food eaten. Sam could smell the booze practically pouring off Dean, and one look at Dean’s blissed out face had all the indignant anger Sam felt whoosh out of him. Dean looked…happy, not like he did whenever he and Sam went at it. He always looked so worried whenever he fucked Sam, his face always drawn tight and his eyes unreadable, and Sam thought Dean was just concentrating, not hiding whatever he was feeling. So Sam packed up his things while Dean snoozed on, pulling his gun out from under Dean’s head without so much as a sleepy snort from Sam’s drunk older brother. Sam left his key on the table next to an empty take out box and quietly left, headed towards the one place he could; Stanford.

An AU where Dean didn’t come pick Sam up from Stanford when John went missing and Sam being able to save Jess from Azazel, only to find that he and Jess just weren’t meant to be and splitting amicably, no hard feelings at all, and Sam getting his degree in Law. And Dean coming to see Sam graduate, little bitch finally getting what he wanted, and Sam dragging Dean back to his apartment to celebrate, and Sam getting totally shitfaced and drunkenly admitting to Dean his not-so-platonic love for Dean and finding out that Dean reciprocated his feelings, and the boys falling together and having happy, giggly sex because damn Sammy why are you so ticklish? and Dean finally sliding home inside his baby brother, breathing hotly against Sam’s neck, trying to keep from hurting Sam, his little Sammy, his, and Sam rocking up into Dean, whispering in Dean’s ear all the things that he kept bottled up whenever he had looked at Dean’s face and thought about kissing him, wanting to so badly, but thinking it was forbidden. Sam laughing giddily because he can finally have what he’s wanted for so long, can’t even imagine how long, Dean, hugging Dean close until they both lose it, snuggling against Dean afterwards, unable to keep his hands to himself because now he didn’t have to, he could touch as much as he wanted.

I kinda wanna fic where Dean gets cursed by a witch/voodoo priestess and has to suffer as she suffers every month. He gets the cramps, bloating, hormonal rampages, and maybe a whole set of female genitals even forms behind Dean’s own package for those 5-7 days of torture and he gets one hell of a heavy period where no amount of tampons can stop up the flow for more than a few hours. And I want a scene where Dean’s hormones won’t let him not cuddle on the single king mattress in their motel of the week with Sam. (Dean pitched a major bitch fit when Sam was going to get them 2 queens, even though when Dean wasn’t on the rag he only wanted a 2 queen room.) He’s got on one of those heavy duty overnight pads (Sam found them, the girl that he is finally paying off for once, or so Dean says to keep a little bit of his masculinity in tact) and Dean is pressed up tight against Sam, his back practically glued to Sam’s chest, his ass stuck right up against Sam’s crotch, and they’re watching TV but not really watching TV because Sam’s rubbing his hand right on top of Dean’s cramps and it’s not really doing much but the pressure is still appreciated and GOD THIS NEEDS TO EXIST SOMEONE WRITE THIS FOR ME AND I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER I’LL WRITE YOU WHATEVER YOU WANT ME TO JUST PLEASE PLEASE!

But Dean taking Sam to bars because he LOVES it when Sam is drunk enough to use his considerable height and weight to his advantage to throw Dean across the nearest flat surface available, nearly ripping Dean’s jeans off in his haste to fuck Dean, doesn’t even bother to remove his own clothes. Dean loves it when Sam’s drunk, loses all those inhibitions he stubbornly holds onto when he’s sober, fucks Dean without even complaining about not wearing a condom, slamming Dean HARD against whatever Dean’s being fucked into (could be the wall, a table, a bed, Dean doesn’t really care at that point) and DAMN Dean comes so hard he sees stars, and when Sam comes deep inside him after, he always yanks Dean’s head back to growl all the possessive words he wants to scream whenever someone makes a move on or touches Dean, because Dean is fucking HIS, no one else’s, HIS to fuck and to claim until neither of them can stand the next day. And Dean soaks up and hangs onto every word.