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Title: Four and Twenty Blackbirds
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2,356
Warnings: Do I need to warn for incest in this fandom?
Disclaimer: Alas, if they were mine, I’d write it this way and show it every Friday.
Summary: Sam wakes up to a puzzle.
Notes: Written for the prompt ‘Just say yes.”  @ [livejournal.com profile] salt_burn_porn 
Thank you to [livejournal.com profile] dancetomato  & [livejournal.com profile] electricalgwen for their lightening fast beta work! That said, all remaining mistakes are mine.



Sam stretches, sliding his arms and legs out across the bed,knowing that at some point a hand and a foot are going to be hanging off the edge before he drags them back. )
essene_backup: (people: Jensen hottasfuck!)

Title:  To the Brim
Rating: NC-17
Written for: [livejournal.com profile] blindfold_spn  
REQUEST: Sam/Dean, watersports. Sam plies Dean with liquids all the time to make him have an accident. Or the other way around, I'm really not that fuzzy. Underage welcome!
Warnings:  incest, watersports, implied underage
Author's note:  beta to whip it into public posting shape provided by [livejournal.com profile] helloapollo
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, even if you squint.  Apparently Sam belongs to Sera and Dean...well, Dean is Kripke's gift to the world. 


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He’s been up since before 6 AM, when the thunder started. Great crackling rips of the air that sound like boulders crashing through the sky. Sam awoke, the flashes of lightning lighting up their sparse room like the day. He listened to the roiling of the sky and the shuddering leaves on the trees and counted the seconds between lightning flashes. 1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi, 3 Mississippi, 4 Mississippi, *crash*, 1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi, 3 Mississippi, *crash*, when the count was down to less than 1 between flash and sound, Sam moved over to Dean’s bed, and wriggled into the space between Dean and the edge of the bed.

“Ge-off, Sam!” Dean mumbled and pushed at him hard enough to send Sam sprawling to the floor.

“There’s a storm, Dean. A bad one.” Sam hated feeling like this. This need to be protected, sheltered, reassured, but he couldn’t help it.

you click the cut? You take responsibility. )

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I shouldn't post this, but I'm thinking that if I do, maybe it'll prompt me to keep going. I watched the beginning of Intimate Relations and the initial conflict got me thinking and then I used Write or Die and this came out.

Dean/OFC, wincest?


Dean shifted only slightly on the bed, nothing overtly indicating that he'd heard the slow ease of the window as it quietly shuddered up from the sill. His hand gripped the knife handle tightly even as he feigned sleep, not wanting to give any advantage to the intruder or to waken Sammy who was sleeping soundly on the other side of the bed. Dean turned his body as naturally as he could manage, in imitation of a restless sleeper, eyes half-lidded until he could see the willowy form sliding through the night air and into the room. His fingers relaxed as his body instinctively recognized Cindy's curves, hormones taking over almost instantly from the previous thrum of adrenaline in his veins. He let her think he was still slumbering as he watched her drift silently across the room, bare feet not making a sound even on the ancient warped floorboards of the shoebox the Winchesters were currently calling "home."

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