Supernatural recs
Some happy-making SPN recs:
Alligator Alley by causeways
Sam/Dean, PG-13, 1023 words, established relationship, future!fic. Summary: In which there is a devil alligator, a t-shirt gets destroyed and Dean is maybe a little pudgy.
Sam's about to crack another joke but instead he just stares. Logically he's known that Dean's thirty-five for a while now, but he hasn't really thought about it until now. He's seen Dean every single day for the past seven years, has felt Dean's body over and under and beside his own for six, but now, seeing Dean covered in water, mud and alligator guts, he notices what he didn't before: the fine layer of fat softening out the lines of Dean's muscles, the way Dean's gut pushes over the top of his jeans. A lifetime of fast food and sitting in the car has finally started to catch up with Dean, Sam thinks. It hasn't slowed his reflexes, not so that Sam's noticed, but the pudge is definitely there, and Sam needs to have his hands on him all of a sudden.
Palatine by setissma
Sam/Dean, R, 7300 words, first time, bodyswap, humour, hurt/comfort. Summary: Bodyswap, featuring inappropriate erections, Dean being a total jackass, Sam collecting seashells, Hallmark cards, a sprained ankle, and backrubs.
One minute, he’s leaning over to look at the enormous spell book in Sam’s lap, sounding out a couple of phrases while they’re stopped at a red light, Sam messing with the radio. The next, he’s in the passenger seat while Sam’s nearly running Dean’s goddamned car into a Toyota.
Dean opens his mouth to yell, because his fucking brother should definitely know better than to run his car into anything, even in the event of sudden place switching, then realizes - suddenly and abruptly - that he’s still sitting in the driver’s seat.
His head turns, startled, without Dean doing anything.
“Son of a bitch,” Dean says, and the words come out of Sam’s mouth.
Kokomo by destina
Sam/Dean, NC-17, 6207 words, established relationship. Takes place between 2x20 and 2x21 (after that whole alternate reality thing). Summary: Dean needs a vacation, a beer, and a hug from Sam. Whether he likes it or not.
"Sam! Where the fuck are we?"
"Florida," Sam said, looking way too smug for Dean's comfort. He handed the donut to Dean, who took it without thinking, and waggled the brochures in Dean's face. "We're on vacation."
"The hell we are," Dean hissed. "We just had a vacation. We've got work to do."
"That wasn't a vacation." Sam popped the trunk and started unloading bags. "That was you being weirdly involved in inappropriately normal work, while I actually did the hunting for a change. We're supposed to be hiding out, remember? Off the radar." He dropped the lid of the trunk and turned on his heel, headed for room 18. "This place is off the radar."
"This is not hiding out," Dean said, following helplessly, a trail of brochures slipping from his hands like glossy breadcrumbs. "This is..."
"Vacation," Sam said. He turned to Dean, eyes narrowed. "I got the room for a week. Suck it up."
High-Minded by alethialia
Gen, Sam, Dean, PG-13, 6797 words, humour. Summary: Dean accidentally gets high. Sam deals really well.
“Dean, why are you stripping in public?” Sam asked. He walked closer to Dean, eyes shooting beams of light as he looked around, shifted.
“The sun wanted to show me something,” Dean informed him, grinning at the way the little squiggles in Sam’s forehead came out to play. He poked at them, laughing as they ran away from him, even as he tried to press them, catching in Sam’s skin, but little rivers of yellow followed his fingers instead.
He wondered who would win in a battle between the squiggles and the squares. Probably the squares. They could multiply. Saucy bastards.
“Are you high?” Sam breathed, skin going red behind Dean’s fingers. Then purple. Then a deep, deep blue that would put the sky to shame and Dean covered Sam’s face with his hands, not wanting the sky to see it. It’d be jealous and take Sammy away.
The Art of Manly Hugging by sevenfists
Sam/Dean, NC-17, 1700 words, first time, a bit of humour, a bit angst.
Sometimes, you know, Dean just needs a goddamn hug.
It's nothing to be ashamed of. Plenty of dudes are into hugging. Like in that movie, with the football. Dean can't remember what it's called, but he definitely remembers there was hugging in it. And football dudes are pretty manly, if you ignore the whole ass-slapping, tight pants thing.
He can't have Sam knowing about it, though. Sam has ugly hair, stupid clothes, and a talent for sniffing out Dean's weak spots and exploiting them mercilessly. Dean knows that if Sam found out about the hugging thing, he'd never hear the fucking end of it.
So he's subtle about it.
Alligator Alley by causeways
Sam/Dean, PG-13, 1023 words, established relationship, future!fic. Summary: In which there is a devil alligator, a t-shirt gets destroyed and Dean is maybe a little pudgy.
Sam's about to crack another joke but instead he just stares. Logically he's known that Dean's thirty-five for a while now, but he hasn't really thought about it until now. He's seen Dean every single day for the past seven years, has felt Dean's body over and under and beside his own for six, but now, seeing Dean covered in water, mud and alligator guts, he notices what he didn't before: the fine layer of fat softening out the lines of Dean's muscles, the way Dean's gut pushes over the top of his jeans. A lifetime of fast food and sitting in the car has finally started to catch up with Dean, Sam thinks. It hasn't slowed his reflexes, not so that Sam's noticed, but the pudge is definitely there, and Sam needs to have his hands on him all of a sudden.
Palatine by setissma
Sam/Dean, R, 7300 words, first time, bodyswap, humour, hurt/comfort. Summary: Bodyswap, featuring inappropriate erections, Dean being a total jackass, Sam collecting seashells, Hallmark cards, a sprained ankle, and backrubs.
One minute, he’s leaning over to look at the enormous spell book in Sam’s lap, sounding out a couple of phrases while they’re stopped at a red light, Sam messing with the radio. The next, he’s in the passenger seat while Sam’s nearly running Dean’s goddamned car into a Toyota.
Dean opens his mouth to yell, because his fucking brother should definitely know better than to run his car into anything, even in the event of sudden place switching, then realizes - suddenly and abruptly - that he’s still sitting in the driver’s seat.
His head turns, startled, without Dean doing anything.
“Son of a bitch,” Dean says, and the words come out of Sam’s mouth.
Kokomo by destina
Sam/Dean, NC-17, 6207 words, established relationship. Takes place between 2x20 and 2x21 (after that whole alternate reality thing). Summary: Dean needs a vacation, a beer, and a hug from Sam. Whether he likes it or not.
"Sam! Where the fuck are we?"
"Florida," Sam said, looking way too smug for Dean's comfort. He handed the donut to Dean, who took it without thinking, and waggled the brochures in Dean's face. "We're on vacation."
"The hell we are," Dean hissed. "We just had a vacation. We've got work to do."
"That wasn't a vacation." Sam popped the trunk and started unloading bags. "That was you being weirdly involved in inappropriately normal work, while I actually did the hunting for a change. We're supposed to be hiding out, remember? Off the radar." He dropped the lid of the trunk and turned on his heel, headed for room 18. "This place is off the radar."
"This is not hiding out," Dean said, following helplessly, a trail of brochures slipping from his hands like glossy breadcrumbs. "This is..."
"Vacation," Sam said. He turned to Dean, eyes narrowed. "I got the room for a week. Suck it up."
High-Minded by alethialia
Gen, Sam, Dean, PG-13, 6797 words, humour. Summary: Dean accidentally gets high. Sam deals really well.
“Dean, why are you stripping in public?” Sam asked. He walked closer to Dean, eyes shooting beams of light as he looked around, shifted.
“The sun wanted to show me something,” Dean informed him, grinning at the way the little squiggles in Sam’s forehead came out to play. He poked at them, laughing as they ran away from him, even as he tried to press them, catching in Sam’s skin, but little rivers of yellow followed his fingers instead.
He wondered who would win in a battle between the squiggles and the squares. Probably the squares. They could multiply. Saucy bastards.
“Are you high?” Sam breathed, skin going red behind Dean’s fingers. Then purple. Then a deep, deep blue that would put the sky to shame and Dean covered Sam’s face with his hands, not wanting the sky to see it. It’d be jealous and take Sammy away.
The Art of Manly Hugging by sevenfists
Sam/Dean, NC-17, 1700 words, first time, a bit of humour, a bit angst.
Sometimes, you know, Dean just needs a goddamn hug.
It's nothing to be ashamed of. Plenty of dudes are into hugging. Like in that movie, with the football. Dean can't remember what it's called, but he definitely remembers there was hugging in it. And football dudes are pretty manly, if you ignore the whole ass-slapping, tight pants thing.
He can't have Sam knowing about it, though. Sam has ugly hair, stupid clothes, and a talent for sniffing out Dean's weak spots and exploiting them mercilessly. Dean knows that if Sam found out about the hugging thing, he'd never hear the fucking end of it.
So he's subtle about it.