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Dean/Sam.
Pre-pilot.
Lying on a bed together. Dean stroking Sam's back. Drawing patterns.
Sam pulling him close, Dean's hardon against the small of Sam's back, and pulling his arm over him.
Sam masturbating.
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Music to read Supernatural Fic's by.
Drive - porn. NC-17, wincest, het. It doesn't matter. This is all sex, all the time. And anything with the words drive make me think of the boys and their Impala *anyway*.
Hey Pretty - Poe
For the chorus. When you want a completely shallow song to read RPS by. When reading about whoever you consider to be 'the pretty' *cough*Jensen*cough*. But especially? When reading rent-boy fic. Oh yeah.
Roads - Portishead
Angsty Wincest. When they're driving, and there's UST. And, guh. Angst.
"We've got a war we're fighting, never find our way...
regardless, of what they say.
How can it feel - so wrong?"
Passenger - Deftones
Angry and resentful, and yet still somehow Wincesty.
Let's Take a Trip Together - Morphine
Dreamy, loose, sweet, and so sexy. Themesong for Fix(ation) by Drusilla. A mood not seen in the show, but sometimes in the fic.
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Ok, so I've been thinking this for about 6 episodes, but who is Dean's wardrobe person, and what is their problem?
Dean used to wear plain shirts! What's with the plaid? Flannel should have been quarantined to Smallville!
And... his leather jacket. Sometimes, he doesn't have it on.
*mind boggles*
But yeah, mostly I'm all, eww, fugly flannel shirts. :P
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Sometimes I look at Sam, and he's just so emo, I secretly think he listens to british bands like coldplay and radiohead. It's because he has Oasis hair.
But, yeah. My 'Sam song'* is Talk Show Host by Radiohead.
* as opposed to my Sam vid song (if I ever vid), which is Sitting Inside my Head by Supergroove.
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Poe - trigger happy jack
"can't talk to a psycho..."
Also, awesome SPN vid.
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Songs that really shouldn't make me think of SPN but do:
Magna Cum Nada - by bloodhound gang
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/bloodhoundgang/magnacumnada.html
Just for a song that Sam would really hate. Words just jumping out and touching a nerve.
"See the future in the palm of my hand
Psychic Friends, Network loser
Large phone bill in my very near future
Dealt nothing and bluffing hard
Playing poker with a joker and some Uno cards"
Uh, in the back of a van for some reason? Hitching. With a couple of younger guys (this is way pre-hellhouse mental ramblings, but something like those guys!). And it's not Dean's sort of music, but Sam's the one getting really grumpy, because of the song, the situation, his life. (Mock, mock, mock)
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So, Dean's been bugging Sam for awhile, and all he's generally gotten back is monosyllabic answers. But, it's for Sam's own good, what with the head injury and all. It's purely for Dean's own amusement that he's being as much of an asshole as he can, though. He currently just throwing out the intrusive personal and sexual questions, and bringing up embarassing incidents from childhood which does occasionally earn him a 'Fuck you', or 'Would you *please* shut up?'
So, what's the sickest fantasy you've ever had?
Fucking you. Sam deadpans.
For a moment Dean think's Sam's just said fuck you. Again. Then he realises he's said fucking you. As in Dean. What the fuck? He double takes. But he looks over and Sam's just glaring out the window, which means he was just fucking with him. As it were.
[fuck, is not that multipurpose a word :P ]
something, like, not that sick, /you're my bro... / it's just i'm irresistable
what? I thought that'd be your favourite fantasy
what?
I'm pretty irrestible
No, in my favourite fantasy you would be wearing a gag
Sammy, I'm shocked...
;)
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14 and 17 and a half.
*lying, stoned on a bed*
"Gimme five, Sammy"
wtf? Ok, might have gotten further with whatever this was if I hadn't well... been stoned.
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'Going Down'
Like, literally, one of the bro's going down on the other, and metaphorically, what with all the incest and it'd be all guilt and incest of course.
One is Dean and little sam.
One is Sam and little!Dean.
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De-ageification!
Dean was groggy when he woke up. Pain swelled in his head and faded as he rolled over on the bed, his cock dragging heavy against the mattress. Fuck.
He had a bitch of a headache, and a horrendous hardon, but luckily the former at least seemed to be fading by the second as Dean tried to collect his thoughts.
He'd been... Where had he been? Well, probably drinking if the headache and memory loss were any clues to go by.
He's on a double bed, and. There's someone in bed next to him. There's a guy in bed with him. Early twenties maybe.
Ok.
Well, the older guy might explain the drinking.
And the drinking might explain the guy.
He runs through a physical checklist - the headache that was plaguing him just a moment ago seems nearly gone, but it doesn't feel like he's done anything too stupid, like get fucked by this guy while he was too drunk to remember it.
The guy.
He's lying, almost curled on his side but Dean can see he's lean, tall, muscled. Dark, slightly curly hair that Dean wants to run his hands through. Damn, he actually seems pretty hot for what he can see of him.
Dean's cock is still calling out for attention, but he might actually be able to get it some in just a moment.
In fact, if he could actually remember more how he'd gotten here, or more specificically, whether Dad was going to be killing him or not (Was Sam ok?), he'd be feeling pretty ok about the situation.
Dean slid a hand down the guys side, then over his abdomen and - hits boxers. Why the fuck is he wearing boxers? Shit. Maybe they really haven't been doing anything, and this is just some guy he's been drinking with. He's carefully pulling his hand away, but the guy shifts slightly and he's already waking up.
"Dean....?"
Huh, well the guy knows who *he* is, at least. His eyes open sleepily and he gives a little half grin, which looks really hot, so he says "Umm, I'm a bit fuzzy about last night... " as the guys eyes widen a fraction, and then he's screwing them closed, like he's having trouble actually getting them open properly, or the light is a bit bright. He still looks a little tired - definately hung over.
"So, what was your name again?"
The guy's open again eyes and widen a little comically, "Oh god... What happened?"
Oh great. He's panicking. Which means a) he probably *was* doing something, and b) his chances of getting laid this morning are getting lower.
He could be a closet case or maybe he's just freaking out over how young Dean looks. Ok, is.
Whatever.
Dean backs off, sitting up and holding his hands up reassuringly. "Well, I was kinda hoping you'd tell me, but dude, don't freak. I'm not gonna talk, and I don't think we did anything I haven't done before...", giving him a grin and a bit of the eye, because if he's gonna freak, he's not really worth Dean's time anyway.
The guy blushes, and chokes a little. "Look, it's me, Sam. What do you remember?"
"Sam?"
"Your brother"
...
"Oh, for fucks sake..." [more in-character dialogue?], says the guy, and before he's even finished saying that, he's grabbed Dean's hands, turning his wrist til he drops the knife, and they're wrestling until the guy pins him to the bed. Fuck. He might have gotten him if they'd actually been the same size, but this guy is at least a foot taller than him, and has that much more muscle mass. This is about the time he could start getting scared, but the guy still doesn't seem interested in hurting him, and damn if wrestling doesn't turn him on more. Especially when he's pushing him down into the mattress like this. If only he'd just rock up a little more.
"See? You're definately not my little brother, because I can kick his ass six ways from Sunday"
The guy stared at him a moment,
If he could just remember how he'd gotten here (and wasn't worrying just a little about Dad & Sammy - but there's no point worrying about things you can't help), he'd be feeling pretty good about the situation.
"Shit! What the fuck?"
Sam has a hard on.
*why're we in the same bed?*
Oh, so you don't know either.
Sam blushes. They were out of cheap doubles, and we're broke.
Dean... would sleep with a knife under his pillow at 15, too.
You're my brother? Riiight.
Tree-man.
Dean in the Impala?
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More de-ageification, Sam *wangst!* perspective...
Going Down.
It wasn't new. He'd seen Dean look at him like this before, but as a teenager he'd never been able to see past his own shameful desires to see his brother's. But it was clear, now, like this. Dean. Dean wanted him. Had wanted him. He'd just never done anything.
Prettier than any girls he'd known for so many years, so beautiful it was hard to look at, a shine that dimmed over the years to a steady glow, more comfortable, more hot. Something that still got all the girls, but not quite as many back alley passes, and different enough that Sam could pretend the man was something new and different to the boy who'd been in so many of his fantasies for so many years.
And now, to see it again. Looking at him like this. Dean might have done that, but Dean wouldn't do this. Not now, not then.
This Dean is out of place, and while he's told him that he's his brother, he's Sammy, Dean doesn't seem to believe him. Seems desperate not to believe him, and oh god, has it been the same? For him? All these years?
And now, now - he's the older one, the responsible one, the one who should be doing the right thing, and he knows that Dean was always prettierhotter, sexier, cockier - just shone brighter, because surely if it had been Dean in his place he could never have resisted. And it's wrong, wronger than he thought it would be, Dean's young enough that people aren't going to have to guess they're brothers for Sam to get in all kinds of trouble. He's just a kid right now, and this is wrong, but he's also an angel, his brother, a superhero, and no matter his age, he can't believe Dean wouldn't do this unless he really wanted to, that he wouldn't know what he was doing, have made the choice to be doing this.
And he can't close his eyes as his brother kneels between his legs, can't help but stare at his face, perfect lips sucking on his cock and, fuck, so tight, swallowing him down.
And even as he's coming in Dean's mouth, Dean's hands gripping his thighs, he knows his own evasions and wishes he'd had the strength to be the kind of big brother to Dean that Dean had been to him.
Dean really was a good big brother to him, he wishes he could say the same...
And he's a worse person that he ever thought he could be
Dean wouldn't do anything like this. Except he is.
(Dean wouldn't do anything like this. This was Dean, but it's not his Dean)