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Max got to go on a date with Sam Winchester in another universe (if he had a decent upbringing and a decently normal family). What the hell man

Please guys I need him so bad 🙁🙁🙁🙁🙁

what about you letting sam fuck you raw for the first time? 16+

You’re even tighter. That’s what it feels like atleast, the contact of his cock inside of you, stretching your walls. It was almost too much. He wants to give you time to adjust, but you’re squeezing his length so much.

“God- Baby, you’re so tight..” Sam grunts, and he’s holding back his rough thrusts. And you’re pulling him by his neck and whispering filthy words, but the one thing that spoke to him was ‘Aren’t you gonna fuck my pussy, Sam?’ oh and he snapped.

He can’t give a damn that there’s people outside of the room, he’s snapping his hips, groaning at your legs pulling him deeper. his tip brushed against your cervix, and you shuddered.

“Shiiiit-“ he needed this more than he thought. His cock, pulsing and throbbing inside your warm cunt. He needs more, he needs to feel more. He needs to feel his cum fill you up, he wants to fill you up- The urge is just so damn strong.

He needed to fuck it deep, he wanted you to feel him for days, and he was set on that.

specifically for anoka and ames !!

guys when I say sub!sam with piss kink I mean stuff like this kind sorta

sub!sam pillow riding to get off while you watch 💓💓

Request!! thank you sm, ily

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He knew it was embarrassing, yet the thought turned him on so much, he couldn’t help it! And his cock was begging for some sort of relief.

You were cooing to him so sweetly, calling him sweet names, encouraging him. He was desperately humping not to mention your pillow. He was obsessed with the scent of you.. and his thoughts drifted off.

he’s whining, begging to be inside of your warm cunt. With his hand wrapped around his dick while he thrusted up into the pressure of the pillow.

“S-Shit.. please, please let me cum.. i’ll be such a good boy- i’ll do anything! Just please.. I wanna taste you..”

You smirked at that, “Anything? Are you that desperate, Sam? You’re getting off to my pillow, don’t you think that’s enough?” You teased, he let out a needy whimper.

“I’m sorry.. i’m so sorry-“ He begged, yet his hips were still moving, and his hand stroked faster.

“I’d rather you cum inside my pussy, Sammy..”

This made me think about Sam.

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THESE ARE LITERALLY PISS KINK SAM OMFG?!??! I LOVE YOU ANON

PLEASE GO LOVE ALL UP ON THESE POSTS I'M BEGGING YOU

when i say sub!sam winchester with a piss kink this is what is in my mind

obsessed with the idea of a letting a guy grind on my leg to help keep from pissing but then he accidentally makes himself cum in the process 😫😫 like we’re laying on the bed together, the bathroom’s occupied, and he’s gotta go baddd, and what kind of boyfriend would i be if i didn’t help him out a little, right? so i let him wrap his shaky legs around my thigh and he ruts his hips up against it, little moans and whimpers leaving his lips at the relief, barely aware of how hard he’s getting from the feeling of all the pressure inside him and the friction from my leg right on his cock. but, oh, fuck, it feels too good, and he’s suddenly losing control of his pace, his muscles tightening up in his abdomen, having to bury his face into my shoulder to keep quiet. the dumb baby thinks it’s just because of how bad he has to go, but his breath starts to hitch, and “fuckfuckfuck– oh, no!” he leans forward, hand racing to grip the bottom of my shirt for something to hold onto as he spills over into his jeans, his eyes wide with panic, thinking he’s pissing himself, until he feels the sweet, jolting release throughout his twitching cock and stains the inside of his jeans with his cum.

extra points if the toilet is open by the time it’s over but he’s too exhausted from the orgasm to move fast enough and ends up uncontrollably letting go all over the bed. maybe he would’ve made it if he hadn’t been such a slut 💕💕

i want sam winchester to gently and softly make love to me while I'm high. he should have said no, but I'm so desperate that he just can't and gives in but he's incredibly gentle because he doesn't want me to get overstimulated and he knows that being rough would probably hurt later (idk I'm a virgin)

On my way to bed and I suddenly get a Sam urge.

Just imagining how great it would to have him pin you down and fuck you into the bed.

He’d start of with that scrunched nose when he finally got sick of your teasing, he’d wrap you up in thosee strong arms and toss you onto the bed. Standing to his full height at the foot of the bed, totally intimidating.

He’d waste no time time in shedding his clothes letting you see all of that hard muscle, the glory that is Sam Winchesters naked body.

Then he’d tease you right back, punish you for all the teasing you did to him. Pushing you to the edge again and again every way he could imagine, his fingers, his tongue, but neer letting you get what you wanted.

And then, when you were begging for him, and only then, would he cover you with his large body and fuck you senseless.

Completely taking control, having you in any position he wanted. Untill he had you screaming in pleasure, all because of him.

Then he’d hold you close whispering soft sweet things in your ear, far from the filth that was coming from his lips moments before……..

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Well happy dreams to me…………

Mine - Sam Winchester Imagine

Dom!Sam x reader

Warning: SMUT SMUT SMUT!!!! Dom!Sam

Summary: You work a hunt with Sam and Dean Winchester. Teasing Sam has become your favorite pastime and this time he snaps.

The imagine to this

You walked into the bar. This hunt had been hard on you all, and you were planning on letting off a lot of excess frustration tonight. You were pretty sure the boys needed this too. Which is why Dean had run off to the bar. Sam had offered to wait but you had waved him off told him to go with Dean.

You caught sight of the boys sitting at a table. You walked over to the bar. ‘3 beers’ You told the bartender. He leaned over the bar smiling at you. His eyes trailed over your face and down your neck to your chest. The shirt tight low cut dress you were wearing gave him a perfect view as you leaned over the bar. ‘All those for you darling?’ He smirked his eyes returning to your face.

You smiled at him. ‘If they were?’ You sent him a smile. He chuckled and reached down pulling them out the three beers. ‘You planning on getting drunk tonight?’ You pulled the money out of your purse. ‘Laid’ You winked. ‘Keep the change’ You picked up the beers and turned. You made sure to add a sway to your hips.

Dean’s eyes found you first and they took you in slowly and deliberately. ‘Really? Got your eyes on some chick already Dean’ Sam groaned. ‘Not one he’s ever going to get his hands on though’ You said as you slid into the booth beside Sam. His head whipped around to rest on you. His hair flopped around and you couldn’t help but let a smile grace your lips. You watched as his eyes ran over your body.

His eyes took in the swell of your breast, particularly the flesh exposed at the top. Then continued down the length of your torso, taking in the curve of your back as you leaned forwards. His eyes finally landed on your laps. You seen his Adam's apple bob as he came to the end of the dress on your upper thigh. But they tool in the naked flesh of your thighs before they disappeared from view underneath the table. ‘Or he could have been eyeing these babies’ You put the beers on the table. His eyes snapped back up to your face and you swore you could see him flush. ‘Nah, it was definitely you Y/n’ Dean said with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes with a giggled leaning across the table and Dean’s eyes glanced down for a second. ‘Tough luck Winchester’ You laughed and grabbed your drink leaning back. You raised it to your lips wrapping them around the head of the bottle sending a wink at Dean as he chuckled.

You smiled up at the man who stood beside the seat. He was handsome, and tall. Actually, he looked a little like Sam now that you thought about it. You took a deep breath in and his eyes flashed to your top for a second before he met your eyes again. You smirked at him. Dean slipped into the seat across from you. ‘Hey Man’ He nodded to the man and he smiled down at Dean.

Then someone cleared his throat behind him. Sam appeared over his shoulder. ‘Sorry, man. You’re kind of blocking my way’ The guy apologized and moved for Sam. You were about to tell him off. Dean was smirking in the corner trying not to laugh. Sam slid into the seat beside you even though he could have easily slipped in beside Dean. You groaned as you moved in further into the booth.

Sam handed you a whiskey. He draped his arm over the back of the chair. He looked up at the guy who was hitting on you a few moments earlier. ‘Anything we can help you with?’ Sam looked up at him. You rolled your eyes. Well, that was a bust. The very tall handsome man excused himself and disappeared across the bar. You picked up the whiskey and downed it. ‘Thank Sam’ You almost spat. ‘Looks like I’ve struck out tonight’ You slumped forwards.

Dean chuckled and took the glass from your hands. ‘Well sweetheart, there’s always me’ You looked up and giggled. ‘Well, I’d have to be drunk to sleep with a Winchester, with the luck you’ve lot got’ Dean laughed. ‘Cos you’ve got such a good run yourself’ Dean leaned forwards pressing a kiss to your forehead. ‘But in that case, I’ll go get you another’ You chuckled as he stood leaving you and Sam in the booth.

Dean slid the glass across to you. ‘Give me two minutes’ With that he turned and almost ran the opposite way. You laughed as you seen him going towards two blondes. ‘Well, looks like Dean’s found a better option’ You smirked and looked back at your own drink. ‘You ain’t going after him?’ Sam asked readjusting himself in the seat to block Dean from your view. You raised an eyebrow. ‘With your hand that high up my thigh I’d rather stay here’ You breathed in his ear.

You ran your nails up his arm thankful he had chosen a short sleeved tight top today. You felt him him take a deep breath in and you pressed your chest against his and his hand tightened on your thigh his fingers pinching into the skin making you shudder. But you pulled away and straightened yourself taking a drink from the whiskey Dean had gotten you.

You giggled as you strolled back to the hotel room. Sam had left the bar in a mood. Dean laughed beside you. He was running to grab something from the room, a lovely young lady was waiting in the car. You had found yourself a lovely man but, unfortunately, it hadn’t worked out.

You waved to Dean as he disappeared into his room. You opened your own door. ‘I wasn’t expecting you to come back’ You jumped at the sound of Sam’s voice. ‘Jesus Sam, what the hell are you doing in here?’ He held up a lore book and you slipped out of your heels. You bent over in front of him and heard his breath hitch. ‘What are you doing in here?’ You laughed. ‘My room’ He gave you his classic bitch face and you shrugged. ‘Didn’t want to stay the night’ You turned your back to him

You swept your hair over your shoulder. ‘Unzip me will you?’ You asked him. You heard the thump of the book on the table and then his hands on your back. His large fingers took the small zip between his fingers and slowly dragged it down your back. His fingers grazed you skin every so often and you smiled. The zip stopped right above your ass and Sam ran his fingers over the top of your ass and then squeezed your hips.

You looked over your shoulder at him with a coy smile ‘Thanks Sam’ You breathed out his name and wiggled out of your dress. You let it drop to the floor pooling around your feet. You stepped over it strolling over to your bag. You heard a intake of breath from behind you. This wasn’t the first time you had done this to him. You picked up a large top of Sam’s and slipped it over your head.

Turning around your eyes fell on him. He was sitting on the small armchair in the corner of the room. Your eyes ran over him taking in how his large form dwarfed the chair you had been able to almost curl up in last night. ‘Sam?’ You asked tentatively, maybe you had pushed him too far. ‘Did you sleep with him?’ His voice was deeper than usual and you rubbed your thighs together.

You shook your head at him. ‘No, we fooled around a bit but I didn’t have sex with him’ You slowly made your way towards his tense frame. ‘Fooled around?’ He looked up at you. His face was hard. ‘What you mean by that?’ You bit your lip stopping in front of him. ‘You know what I mean Sam’ His shoulders tensed and rolled. ‘Details’ He breathed. ‘Sa-’ His eyes narrowed. ‘Details’ He snapped. You took a deep breath. ‘He ate me out in the bathroom’ Sam raised an eyebrow. ‘Yeah, I sucked him off’ You answered his silent question.His hand tightened on the arm of the chair. ‘Is that enough detail for you?’ You asked crossing your arms. ‘Or would you like to tell you more?’ You smirked. Sam’s eyes narrowed at you.

He let out a long breath closing his eyes. ‘Sam?’ You breathed dropping your hands to your side. You watched as his nose scrunched along the bridge. You reached out and laid your hand on the side of his head. You seen his face take on a slightly tormented look. His teeth bared scrunching his nose more. ‘Sa-’ He reached out and his hands landed on the backs of your thighs just below your ass. You yelped as he yanked you forwards. Your hands landed on his shoulders as your knees hit the chair. ‘Take it off’ He growled. Your mouth dropped open as he sat straighter. ‘Wha-’ But again you didn’t get to finish as he squeezed your thighs in his hands. 

You shivered. His hands covered the whole back of your thighs. ‘Take off the top’ Sam snapped. You gulped. You had never had this side of Sam directed at you before. You swallowed the lump in your throat. ‘Don’t make me repeat myself again’ You dropped your hands from his shoulders and reached down. Your fingers wrapped around the bottom of the shirt and pulled it off of your body. You dropped it to the side. Your hands reached forwards and ran them over his shoulders.

Sam shifted closer to the edge of the seat. And closer to you. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to one hip. You sucked in some air when his lips came into contact with your bare skin above the skant underwear you had chosen to wear that night. He twisted a little pressing his lips to your other hip. They were just as soft as you had imagined them to be. Soft and inviting.

You jerked a little when you felt his teeth nip at the sensitive skin. His tongue darted out licking over the spot he had just bitten. ‘Sam’ You breathed and he leaned back looking up at you. You drew your bottom lip between your teeth. You tensed as his calloused palms ran over your ass. His fingers dug into the soft flesh before he continued. You leaned closer his chest pressed against your stomach.

His fingers moved lightly over your back and finally reach the lace bra you were wearing. ‘I’d tell you that I’d stop if you wanted but with the way you’ve teased me for all these years I don’t think you’d want me to’ He unclasped your bra and you let it fall down your arms. Sam’s eyes fell from your face and to your newly exposed flesh. ‘You’re right’ You breathed not wanting to talk too loud. ‘I wouldn’t’ Sam looked back up at you. 

He nodded. ‘Good, because I’m sick of the teasing’ He laid him hand on your hips and yanked you forwards. His hand grabbed your thigh pulling it up around his hip. You steadied yourself and bent your other knee straddling him. His hands sprawled across your back and he pushed you up. Your hands tangled in his hair as he buried his face in your chest. His lips latched onto your left nipple. You groaned and your head dropped forwards as his tongue teased the sensitive bud.

Your fingers tightened in his hair and you pulled him closer. His hand swatted your ass and you jerked forwards with a sharp intake of breath. His other reached up and tweaked your right nipple. ‘Sam’ You whined as you ground against the air trying to get some friction. You tried to dip down to press your core to the bulge in his jeans but he ended up slapping your ass again, harder this time, and then holding you up. You tugged on his hair. ‘Sam, please’ His hand massaged your ass before moving to your hip.

He pulled you down rocking his hips up to meet yours. You moaned closing your eyes. His lips attached to the base of your neck. He began to suck and nip at the soft skin. You groaned as he marked you. He left three more before he took your earlobe between his teeth. ‘Now everyone knows you’re mine’ He growled his fingers tracing the red marks on you. You smirked. ‘That’s not what Mark was saying’ You rolled your hips and moaned. 

You weren’t sure if it was the friction or your words that made him growl. But you were definitely sure it was your words that caused him to slip his fingers into the waistband of your underwear and allowed them to snap back against your skin. You yelped but leaned forwards. ‘Not when I had my legs wrapped around his head.’ You felt Sam tighten his grip on you.

Then he stood bringing you with him. You wrapped your legs around his hips. He glared down at you. You leaned forwards pressing your lips to his neck. He stopped. His hand found your hips and he ripped you from his body. He tossed you away from him. For a second you felt nothing. Then your back hit the sheets of the motel bed. Sam reached behind him and grabbed a handful of his shirt. He yanked it over his head and dropped it at the bottom of the bed. He stood to his full height.

Sam was a tall man, but he always slouched, always. Now that he stood at the bottom of the bed, he used it to his full advantage. His shoulders drawn back making him look broader than you remembered. His chest puffed out. He looked like an Alpha squaring off against an opponent. You shrunk back into the bed a little. ‘Really?’ He growled. ‘You want to play that game?’ His hand went to his belt and he pulled it from his jeans.

You let out a shaky breath as you let your eyes take in his upper body. His muscles were hard and you knew that the skin that covered them was smooth, a complete contrast. The black anti-possession tattoo was prominent on his collarbone. The muscles in his arms rolled under the skin as he reached forwards unbuttoning his jeans. There was a trail of soft dark hair from his belly button into his jeans. Your eyes ran along the waistband of his jeans. Damn, those hips. You couldn’t wait to wrap your legs around them as he slid into you.

You rubbed your thighs together at the thought. You groaned as his black boxers peaked out as he undid the zipper, He bent sliding his jeans down his legs and kicked them off. Your mouth watered as you eyed the large bulge. Jesus, it was massive. He definitely looked proportionate. You eyes glanced lover for a second. His legs were tanned and muscled. They tense as he left his leg up kneeling on the bed crawling towards you.

Sam growled and your eyes snapped back up to him. You squeezed your legs together and began to move up the bed. There was something primal in his eyes, he looked at you as if you were something that needed to be claimed. He reached out suddenly and his hand wrapped around your ankle. His bicep bulged as he pulled you back down the bed towards him. His other hand found your knee and he pushed your legs apart.

You gasped as you came to a stop your legs on either side of his knees. ‘You close these anymore tonight and I’ll make you regret it’ He dropped forwards. The bed dipped as his elbow landed beside your head. His face stopped inches from yours. You gulped and you were suddenly second guessing teasing sweet little Sammy. This wasn’t sweet little Sammy.

But you didn’t seem to mind. The damp spot in your underwear proved that. Every nerve in your body standing to attention proved that. The needy gasp that left your lips when he pressed his naked skin to yours proved that. The buzz and shivers that ran over your body radiating from the places he touched you proved that. ‘Got me?’ He asked and sucked on your neck. ‘G-got it’ You stuttered and you felt him smile.

He pulled back. His hand ran across your cheek and into your hair. His other hand dragged up your calf and wrapped around your thigh pulling your leg up to his hip. You wrapped one arm around his back and the other over his shoulders pulling him down to you.

The kiss was better than you had imagined. His lips were soft but he kissed you with a fierceness that you wouldn’t have thought he could. You had always taken Sam as the quiet one. You moaned as he pushed his tongue past your lips. You guessed he wasn’t the way he was pulling your hair proved that. Sam pulled away with a growl. ‘You taste like him’ He breathed when you opened your eyes. You bit your lip.

You let out a shaky breath. ‘Sorry’ Sam scoffed. ‘No you’re not’ He dropped his lips to yours in another bruising kiss. You rolled your hips up against his and you heard him groan. Sam’s lips came away from yours and you whined at the loss of contact. His hand squeezed your thigh and he pressed his lips to your jaw. You threw your head back giving him a better view of your neck. Your hips jerked as he bit down on your neck.

Sam ground his hips to yours. His clothed crotch grinding against yours. His hard cock brushing against your clit. ‘Sam’ You cried out your fingers tugging on his hair You raised your hips trying to get more friction. His hand came down on your hips slamming you back into the bed. You whined. ‘Sam, please’ You panted as he made his way down your body.

He took one of your nipples into his mouth. You arched up into his mouth and his other hand paid your other breast some attention. He rolled your nipple between his fingers. You moaned and gripped his hair tighter. ‘Sam’ You tried to grind into him but he moved his hips up. You could still feel the heat from his skin but you couldn’t touch him. It was torture, he was s close but you couldn’t touch him. Your nails dug into the soft skin of his back.

He let your nipple from his mouth with a pop. You groaned. ‘Me or him Y/n?’ You moaned at the sound of your name coming from his lips. ‘You, Sam’ You cried arching up into his large palms. His five o’clock shadow scraped against the skin of your boob. ‘Then why didn’t you come back here with me?’ His fingers traced the top of your panties. ‘Y-you never asked’ You breathed out letting your eyes close.

Sam began to press kisses down your body. ‘Thought I made it clear you were mine, especially when that douche was trying to hit on you’ He pressed a kiss to your skin just above your lace underwear. ‘Sam, please, please’ Sam chuckled and his fingers pushed your underwear to the side. He ran his index finger along your slit collecting the wetness there.

Sam hooked his fingers around the elastic and dragged them down your legs. You gasped as the cool air of the room.Sam turned his head and pressed his lips to your calf. He ran his hands up your legs his lips following. 

When he got to the top of your inner thigh he nipped at the soft skin there. You tightened you hold on his head his long hair tickling your thighs.’Sam’ You whined. ‘Please’ His hand wrapped around your legs opening them and you tensed waiting for him to finally give in.

You groaned as he pulled your other leg up. His lips landed on your ankle. ‘Sam, please’ You squirmed but his hand landed on your stomach holding you to the bed. He gave your left leg the same treatment as the first.

This time when he got to your thigh you thought you were finally going to get him where you needed him. But Sam had other ideas. He buried his face deeper and sucked a mark onto the inside of your thigh. ‘Jesus Sam’ You tugged on his hair trying to direct him to you. You were dripping. You finally had Sam Winchester above you and he wouldn’t touch you.

Well everywhere but where you needed him most. ‘Sam’ You moaned. He pulled away and began to nip at your hip bones. ‘I would say that’s so people will know you’re mine’ He growled and you looked down at him. He was looking up at you, his pupils blown wide with lust. ‘But only I’ll get to see you like this’ He said it with such conviction you were nodding your agreement.

You threw back your head and bucked your hips up. His tongue barely touched you. ‘Sam, please, please’ You mewled. He threw your legs over his shoulders and his tongue teasing your wet entrance. ‘This for me baby? Or is it that guy you met at the bar?’ His gravely voice made you shudder. ‘No, a-all you. All you Sam’ He hummed and his finger flicked over you bundle of nerves. ‘I promise Sam’ You cried desperately bucking your hips towards him. ‘I promise, it’s all you’ You panted

You cried out in relief as one of Sam’s long thick digits pushed into you. You clutched at his hair pushing him into you. He took your clit between his lips his tongue flicking over it. His hand on your stomach pushed you back down onto the bed. You whined as he started to move his finger in and out of you curling it each time.

You squirmed under his slow touch. ‘More, please’ You begged. He added a second finger but took his mouth away from you. ‘Is that what you said to him, were you begging him?’ His fingers curled finding the spot inside you that made you cry out in pleasure. ‘Did you beg him? When he had his fingers inside you?’ He growled and added another finger. ‘No, no’ You shook your head and Sam curled his fingers.

You moaned and felt your stomach. Sam must have felt you clench around him because he pulled his fingers from you. Your head snapped up and you glared down at him. ‘I’m sorry, did I interrupt?’ He smirked at you and dipped his head down. His tongue teased your entrance before he pushed it past your folds.

Within seconds he had you crying his name and writhing on the bed. ‘Sam-Sam-I-I’m go-’ And again he pulled away. His tongue flicked over your clit just as you were about to snap at him and you were interrupted by a moan. Sam pried your legs from around his head and started to move up your body.

He stopped to nip and suck at your skin every few seconds. When he finally met your throat he stopped. His fingers brushed over your chest as he sucked another mark onto your neck. ‘You’re mine, mine’ He growled pulling away and looking up at you. His large hands covered your chest and he knead the soft flesh. ‘Mine’ He told you possessively. You nodded. ‘Please Sam, I need you’ Then he trailed his hand over your stomach down your body. His finger circled your clit and allowed them to push inside of you again. You gasped letting your head fall back. ‘All for me’ He nuzzled into your neck. ‘Only I get to touch you like this’ He nipped at your skin.

You nodded. ‘Only you Sam, all you’ You hooked your fingers around the waistband of his boxers pushing them down. ‘Sam’ You whined. Sam sat up, kneeling between your legs. He pushed them down to his knees.

Your eyes fell on his cock. It stood up against his stomach. You gulped, Sam was huge. ‘Something worrying you?’ He leaned back down covering your body with his. You moaned again as his fingers slipped inside of you. ‘Sam-Sam, please’ You reached between your bodies taking him in your hand. He groaned and jerked his hips up to meet you. You ran your thumb over the head collecting the pre-cum that was leaking from it.

Sam leaned down capturing your lips with his again. He pulled his fingers from inside of you and wrapped it around your wrist pulling your hand from him. You could feel your wetness on his fingers coating your own wrist as he brought it up to rest by your head.

His hips rolled and he ran himself over your entrance coating himself with you. His other hand went down and guided him to your entrance. He pushed his head in. You pulled away from his lips crying out. ‘Oh God’ You moaned. ‘Sam please, Sam, please’ You wrapped your legs around his hips pulling him down to you. ‘Jesus Sam, you’re so big’ You groaned into his neck. He pushed in further and you tensed, pain slightly overtaking the pleasure for a second. ‘You’re alright Baby’ Sam’s voice had taken on a soft tone. His hand gripped your hip and his other came up to your face. He leaned down to kiss you again. You moaned and arch up towards him.

Sam snapped his hips and pushed himself all the way into you. Your nails dug into his back as he stilled. Oh God, he was so big. You could feel him stretching you more than anyone ever had before. Sam groaned against your lips and pulled away as he buried his face in your shoulder. You wrapped your arm around his head grabbing  fist of his hair. ‘You’re so tight, have you ever been fucked?’ He groaned. You rolled your hips against his and his hand tightened on your hips.

You knew you’d have bruises tomorrow but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. ‘Not by anyone this big’ You panted and you felt him smile. Sam pulled away and slid out until it was only the tip inside you. ‘Good, because I’m gonna ruin you for anyone else’ He pushed forwards again and you tightened your hold on him. ‘You’ll never want anyone else again’ He gave another thrust. ‘No man will ever be able to fuck you like me’ He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.

You moaned as Sam began to thrust, hard and fast. His lips swallowing the moans and cries from your as he continued to kiss you. His arm wrapped around your back and he pulled you up. He sat back with you on his lap. You pulled away from his lips a the new angle allowed him to bury himself deeper inside of you. ‘S-sam’ You clung to him not wanting to let go. His arms wrapped around you and he pulled you up before pushing you back onto him making you take every inch of him. 

He grunted in your ear panting heavily. ‘You’re so tight Y/n’ He groaned as you helped him move you, rolling your hips with every thrust. ‘I should have done this years ago’ You attached your lips to his neck marking him like he did you. ‘All those years I missed out being inside you’ He grabbed a handful of your hair pulling you away from his neck as he connected your lips again.

You whined as he pulled out of you and tossed you onto your back. Sam smirked down at you reaching out to grab your hips. He turned you over onto your stomach before pulling your ass up into the air. His hands knead your cheeks and then you felt his lips on your back. You pushed yourself up from your elbows. Sam nuzzled into your neck.

You felt him poking at your entrance. ‘Say it, say you’re mine’ He reached up gathering your hair up into a ponytail. His chest pressed into your back. You pushed back towards him. ‘I’m yours, every bit of me is yours’ Sam’s hand ran down your arm as he kissed along your shoulder. His fingers wrapped around your wrist and pulled. You other arm buckled under your weight and you fell forwards your face pressing into the pillow.

Sam leaned back humming in approval. ‘Good’ You felt his tip nudge at your entrance. ‘Sa-’ You cried out as he filled you completely. Sam jerked his hips quickly as he kissed along the back of your neck. You tried to push your hips back to his but his body on yours didn’t allow you to move.

Sam soon had you panting and crying out below him. Your finger clutching at the sheets underneath you. ‘You’re so beautiful like this’ Sam breathed in your ear as he pounded into you again and again. ‘Bent over, taking me’ You moaned at his words. Sam wrapped his arm around your hips his fingers seeking out your clit. You whimpered and bucked against his hand. ‘That’s it, good girl’ He took your earlobe between his teeth nibbling on it. ‘Sam’ You cried out as he gave a harder thrust. ‘Let them know who’s fucking you’ He growled.

You reached around grabbing his hair pulling him forwards. Turning your head you crushed your lips to his moaning against him. You felt your body shudder and you knew you were close. You clenched around Sam and he pulled away from you.

You gasped at the empty feeling and Sam disappeared from behind you. ‘Sam’ You whined. ‘Turn over’ Sam’s gravelly voice cause goosebumps to erupt on your skin. You did as he said and opened your legs to him. ‘I’ve dreamed of having you like this for years’ Sam leaned down over you pressing his lips to yours again.

Again he pushes into you. You gasped as he began to fuck you. Fast and hard. He takes your hands in one of his pinning them above your head. ‘I want to see what you look like when I make you cum’  You whimper as his tip grazes over you g-spot. ‘That’s it baby’ You wrap your legs around his hips digging your heels into his perky ass. His finger finds your clit again as he hits your g-spot with every harsh thrust of his hips. 

You thrust your hips up meeting his. ‘Sam-Sa-I’m gonna-’ Sam pressed his lips to yours in a chaste kiss. ‘Show me how I make you feel Baby, scream for me’ Sam’s fingers tangled in your hair making you look at him. ‘I want them to know who fucked you, who ruined you’ His words made the coil in your stomach explode.

You threw back your head. ‘Sam’ You screamed his name as your body tensed. You dragged your nails down his back, definitely making marks that would be there tomorrow. Sam grunted and his hips stuttered and he pushed himself deep inside of you. He came inside of you as you clamped down around him. Both your moans and names filling the room.

Sam’s head fell onto your shoulder his breath coming in short pants. Your hand came up to smooth his hair. Sam wrapped his arms around you pressing you against him ‘You okay?’ He asked and you nodded. ‘Yeah, that was-damn’ You smiled and pressed a kiss to the side of his head. ‘Sorry I got all possessive’ He looked up at you. ‘The thought of you and-’ He stopped taking a deep breath. ‘It got to me this time more than usual. I’m sorry’ You smiled down at him.

He gave you a soft smile that made your heart melt. ‘You want to know why I’m back here?’ Sam nodded. ‘I called him Sam, when he was-yeah’ You shrugged. ‘I called him Sam’ A wide smile graced Sam’s face. ‘You thought of me?’ You would have blushed if it wasn’t for your previous activities. ‘You did’ He let out a small triumphant laugh.

You closed your eyes turning your head away from him. ‘Awh Y/n’ He reached up turning your head back to him. ‘I’m honoured you think of me’ Before you could open your eyes Sam leaned in kissing you. You sighed and pulled him closer. ‘But next time all you have to do is ask me’ Sam leaned up pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

You whimpered when he pulled out of you and untangled himself from your limbs. Sam smiled at you reaching down to straighten out the bed a little. He leaned back and opened his arms. You smiled and wiggled over to him. He wrapped his arms around you pulling you into his side. ‘There’s going to be a next time?’ You asked a little too happily and you almost cringed.

Sam tangled his long legs with yours as you laid your head on his chest. ‘If you want there to be’ Sam breathed his fingers running up and down your arm. ‘Sam, I’ve been wanting this for years, of course I want it’ You looked up at him. He smiled down at you. ‘Good, because you’re mine now’ He chuckled.

You giggled. ‘I should have just kissed you years ago’ Sam sighed leaning back on the pillow. ‘When I met you, the first time Bobby introduced us I should have just kissed you’ You watched the soft smile on his face as he spoke. ‘Even them I thought you were beautiful. I never wanted to let you go on a hunt’ He sighed. ‘Then when you got hurt from that werewolf. I panicked’ You giggled and Sam looked down at you.

He raised his eyebrows. ‘I remember that hunt, it was just a scratch’ Sam’s hand grazed over your leg. ‘You still have the scar’ You shrugged. ‘It’s part of the job’ You closed your eyes and you heard him sigh. ‘I’m so glad you came back’ You nuzzled into his neck. ‘I’ve had a thing for you for years, I just didn’t act on it’ You sighed.

With a smile you pressed a kiss to his neck. ‘I’m sorry I didn’t either’ Sam tightened his arms around you. ‘Is it a bad time to tell you that I love you?’ Sam breathed as he stroked your hair. ‘No’ You giggled. ‘Is it a bad time to tell you I love you?’ You looked up at him. ‘No’ Sam shook his head.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours quickly. ‘You’re beautiful, you know that?’ You giggled and buried your face in his chest. ‘You are’ He kissed your forehead. ‘And strong, an amazing hunter. And that dress’ He sighed. ‘My god you looked stunning, I couldn’t keep my hands off you’ You felt your face heat up. ‘You’re perfect’ He breathed.

You looked up at him. ‘You’re one to talk’ He shrugged and you rolled your eyes. ‘I love you’ He breathed and you felt your chest tighten. ‘I love you too Sam’ He smiled. ‘I can’t believe I got so lucky, I honestly thought you would have kicked me out’ He confessed lying back closing his eyes. You let out a soft yawn. ‘I’d never kick you out’ You sighed closing your eyes. ‘Tired?’ He asked.

You nodded and Sam turned a little pulling you closer to him. ‘Go to sleep BAby, I’ll be here when you wake up. I’ll be here every morning’ He kissed your forehead as you cuddled closer to him. ‘Go to sleep beautiful’ You hummed. ‘Night Sam’ You pressed a light kiss to his warm skin before sleep took you.

Oh My God it has taken me SOOO long to write this. It actually took me days to finish this. Why am I so unmotivated this week !!!!!

@lilacs-lavender

pussydrunk!sam winchester x fem!reader

It all started when he pushed you down onto the motel room bed. Kissing started a viscous, but oh so enjoyable, cycle of events. Kissing lead to touching, touching lead to him ripping your clothes off, and that lead to you spread eagle on the bed with your legs on his shoulders. Once he gets a taste, he can never get enough. Sam Winchester gets so pussy drunk whenever he’s going down on you. A soft, but audible moan leaves his lips as he licks a stripe up your slit. Your hands would be playing and twirling his hair around in your fingers, the sound of his name being moaned out by you as he flicks his tongue against your clit. His fluffy locks would be sticking to his face, cheeks flushed and plump as he looks up at you with those puppy dog eyes you know and love. He’d give you a lopsided smile as he places kisses all over your pussy, chucking into your skin as he feels you grip tighter onto his hair. Once again, he feels like he’s being dragged towards your pussy. His eyes would almost roll into the back of his head at how good you taste. “Remind me to never, ever, get up from here. Fuck, you taste so good.”

drooling honey — sam winchester ꒦꒷ kinktober day one ; finger sucking

cw : gn!afab!reader, smut, dom-ish!sam, pet names (baby, honey, sweetheart), little bit of teasing, making out, finger sucking obviously, swearing, clit play, 1.1K words. MDNI !!! 18+ ONLY.

sam’s hands all over you is something you’ll never say no to. one envelopes the nape of your neck as he kisses you hard, and the other curls around your waist, squeezing and soothing as his tongue invades the warmth of your mouth. you hum into the kiss, pleased with having his tongue there.

you wrap your lips around it, giving it a small suck and making sam moan and squeeze your waist harder before you push your lips back against his. you’re feeling mouthy tonight, and not in the talkative way.

that cheeky action spurs sam further. he kisses you rougher and pulls you closer with the big hand on the back of your neck. you feel his teeth grazing your bottom lip, nipping at your soft skin. his tongue flicks out of your mouth to soothe over the spot, and his lips find yours again like they always, always do. god, sam kisses likes he’s trying to eat you whole.

“missed you, baby,” he whispers gruffly against the side of your mouth, lips brushing lightly over your skin. and he can never get enough, so his tongue slips from your lips to your jaw, then to the sweet spot at your pulse point. he loves the reaction that gets out of you every time. you practically keen into him, chest pressing against his and mouth falling open as you simultaneously mourn the loss of something to fill it with and moan at the pleasure of his lips latched to the skin of your neck. he sucks with a fervor, an intent to mark, and then splays his tongue out flat, tasting your skin and sweat. and of course, he can’t help but lightly rake his teeth over the spot too, making you grunt softly and tangle a hand in his hair.

the little tug you give at the nape of his neck draws out a pretty moan, and he moves further down your neck, nipping and licking and sucking his way to your collarbone. sam’s hand at the back of your neck shifts, cupping your cheek with barely contained intensity. when he places his hand there, you’ll often grab it and grip it for dear life or bring it to rest on your neck or chest.

what he doesn’t expect to feel is your teeth on the tip of his thumb. you’re not biting, but you’re staking a claim. and as he looks up from his spot at your collarbone, you dip your head closer, and take his thumb all the way into your mouth, eyes closing in bliss.

“god,” he chokes out, soft breath tickling your bare skin. his eyes almost roll back in his head when he feels you swirl your tongue around his thumb, just like you would with the tip of his cock. but this is different. the warm wet of your mouth around his thumb is new. it’s dirty and endearing all at once. and because he doesn’t pull away or protest, you suck on it with a fervor that makes sam wonder how long you’ve been wanting to do this. he’s fucking obsessed.

your head is still tilted awkwardly, so with his thumb still in your mouth and the rest of his hand splayed over your cheek and jaw, he pushes your whole face down back into the pillow. he’s not rough, but he’s not so gentle either.

“you look so pretty like this, honey,” he coos, and he immediately knows he’ll never be able to get enough of this. “my baby’s been wanting to suck on my fingers, huh?” he asks, voice gruff and sort of teasing, but entirely pleased and in love.

“mhmm,” you hum around his thick thumb, nodding once and giving him the sort of look that you know makes him go crazy. the pads of his fingers dig lightly into the side of your neck and his jaw clenches as he debates whether to fuck you now or just watch you get all worked up as he makes you suck on his fingers. you’re already squirming underneath him, and he can hear the little huffs of breath that you push out from your nose. it's easy for him to tell that this turns you on like almost nothing else.

your whine when he pulls his thumb from your mouth is truly pathetic. he had planned to be nice and give you something better; his long pointer and middle fingers. his thumb is nice, but not nearly as filling.

but your whine means that you’re getting greedy, so instead of sweetly slipping his fingers past your lips and teeth, sam shoves them in. they hit the back of your throat with ease, and you gag a little, unprepared. then, of course, you moan lowly at the roughness of it all.

“quit whining,” sam scolds, “i’m tryna be nice to you, baby.” his two fingers are long and heavy on your tongue, perfect to suckle on and moan and drool around.

“‘m sorry,” you mumble, voice throaty and words a little distorted because of his fingers. he can feel the saliva pooling in your mouth, threatening to soon spill over and dribble down your chin unless he moves his fingers away from your throat and lets you swallow. of course, he wants to see you all dirty and pathetic for him, absolutely relishing in the feeling of your drool slipping between his fingers and down his palm and your chin. he almost wants to bend down and lick the drool from your face.

“you’re so good, drooling for me, honey,” he croons, enraptured by the view in front of him. he’s been so focused on you sucking on his fingers that he’s almost forgotten about all else for a moment. his other hand has been squeezing and massaging and pawing at your waist as he watches you, but the knowledge that his fingers in your mouth have you so squirmy gives him a better idea.

“i bet you’re so wet for me,” he murmurs, fingertips dipping past the waistline of your sweatpants and underwear to prod at your entrance. you shiver and softly whine at the feeling, more drool slipping past your lips. “jesus, sweetheart, you’re soaked,” he groans. “you fucking love my fingers in your mouth, don’t you? bet you get wet just thinking about them there, huh?”

he’s completely right. just the thought of this makes you desperate for him. and the actual thing? it's sending you reeling, it's quieting your head and like this you think you'd let him do anything to you. the tip of your tongue gentle pushes against the sensitive patch of skin right between his fingers and sam holds back a groan. his other hand gathers some of your slick, agonizingly slow and soft when he presses the pads of his fingers to your clit. you gasp before clamping your lips back around his fingers and sucking harder, drinking up the pleasure of it all.

“god, you’re gonna kill me, sweetheart,” he pants, immediately pressing harder against your pretty nub to make you moan and drool and arch your back for him. “i’m gonna fuck you, baby,” he tells you. “and you’re gonna suck on my fingers the whole time and it’s gonna make you cum so hard, isn’t it?”

Size Matters

Kinktober Prompt: Size kink

Relationship: Sam Winchester x Reader

Content: Explicit sexual scenes, oral (f receiving), creampie (wrap it up, kids), dirty talk, rough sex, dom Sam, fluffy/funny aftercare (it’s crucial)

Summary: Your plan for making the boys dinner goes awry, leaving you alone with Sam in his bedroom, and coming to terms with a kink that only Sam Winchester can fulfill.

A/N: 🤭

"C'mon,' you strain, reaching for a high shelf in the cabinet. Apparently Sam and Dean didn't find a need for a stepladder in the bunker. Your calves screech in protest as you reach for a jar of pasta sauce, your fingers brush the bottle, but not enough purchase to grab it.

A long arm reaches above your head, grabbing the sauce in a large, familiar hand. Sam hands you the jar with a smile.

You took it from his hands and chide, "Not everyone's as vertically gifted as you and your brother, you know. Y'could be more inclusive and invest in a stepstool."

He leans against the counter you'd been setting ingredients on. Sam's eyes scan over your form as you open the pasta sauce.

"You know you can ask us for help, right?"

"I was gonna make dinner for us, I didn't want to make you guys help me," you reply Sam stands fully now and looks over your shoulder. You crane your neck to look up at him, "How's the weather up there?"

Sam chuckles lightly, "You know, I could tease you about your height. It'd be pretty easy."

You turn back to the counter and place freshly-washed vegetables on a cutting board. Unsheathing a knife from the knife block, you keep conversation with Sam.

"I don't have a problem with being short," you bump your hip sideways into Sam's leg. He does the same to you, except the direct strike in the ribs knocks you off balance, stumbling over.

He's able to snatch you up to safety before you bust your ass on the floor. Now cradled in Sam's arms, a rush of comfort comes over you in his stable grip. His hands catch your waist, with his long fingers spreading broad across your torso. Fuck, together they could probably go around most of your waist, and those fingers...

You snap out of your stupor to find Sam smiling down at you. His eyes linger on yours long enough for your mind to wander, wondering who would lean in first. Stolen glances at each other's lips, hitched breath, low-lidded eyes, it was a perfect concoction for Sam to kiss you.

Beneath him, you're so delicate in his arms, as if you'll break if he isn't careful. It was in his own reflexes to catch you, but the feelings that rushed through him afterwards were something deeper. Almost instinctive that in any moment with you like this, hushed and ogling, would lead to something more. Forget dinner, he thought, he could just order something for delivery.

At least, after he's done with you.

"Sam," you whisper. Maybe you hadn't been paying attention, but his face is now just inches from your own.

He finds himself leaned over further, close enough to share the same air, breaths mixing.

You smile nervously, and to your relief Sam gives one of his own. But he doesn't break away - doesn't help you to your feet to cut vegetables for the dinner you were kindly making for him. It couldn't matter much now that he's holding you like this.

"Sorry," he replies, barely audible. You wave your hands in dismissal and place them around his neck. The air shifts as the movement brings you ever closer, your lips no more than three inches away from Sam's.

"It's okay," you whisper. Soft, hazel eyes wander over your face and flicker to your lips, seemingly stuck there until Sam takes a risk he'd been waiting for.

Relief washes over you when his lips meet yours. After all this time, it turns out that he had the guts to break this tension, and everything that had been bottled up could now overflow. You let a deep hunger overtake your body, purely going on instinct as Sam embraces you. Sam sighs into your kiss and swallows a moan it drew from your throat, whiny and eager.

Sam nips at your bottom lip, tugging at it tentatively with his teeth. You do the same in response, only harder. Testing the waters. Usually a dangerous game, especially with a Winchester.

Your hands had made their way to his broad shoulders - his lean muscles flexing and stretching as he moves his hands over you, meandering from your waist, spanning from your shoulder blades to the top of your ass. His fingers toy with the fabric of your clothes, like he was trying to unwrap a present too early and didn't want to rip the packaging.

“Not here,” Sam says, his words slurring like a love-drunk fool, “Can’t do this here.”

He breaks the kiss and leaves you panting for more; there's a new darkness in his stare, one that makes you shudder. You give him a smile, wiggling in his grip to the pasta sauce jar, and shut it closed.

“What about dinner?”

You raise an eyebrow at him, “You seem like you have other plans.”

He was caught red handed, but you weren’t declining the advances. If anything you spurred them on as much as he did.

Sam slowly releases you from his grip, setting you stably on your feet. Not once have his eyes left you, even if you weren’t paying attention - Sam was set on this goal, you’d given him the ‘yes’ he needed, and he intended to make good on his commitment.

Patience was wearing thin for Sam. He ogles at the sight of you bent at the waist, putting the pasta sauce and veggies back in the fridge. The curve of your ass sucks him in whole, as if there were nothing else in the room.

A hand settles on your ass from behind, cupping and kneading gently. You let out a shuddering exhale before standing and turning to Sam.

The softness of your voice surprises you, “Where do you want me?”

The ball was in his court. Sam looks you over coolly, his hands kept to themselves in his pants pockets. Your eyes drift lower and pause on the large bulge in Sam’s pants, straining slightly against his thick jeans.

“My bedroom,” he said plainly.

—

There was little time to brace yourself for Sam’s next move. You're pressed against the wall before you can protest, although you wouldn’t dare object to this.

Sam grips the backs of your thighs and lifts you up, wedging your hips with his own, keeping you steady. A new hardness presses against your core as Sam juts his hips into you, pure instinct taking over his movements. His cock twitches in his jeans - he needs to watch his cock sink into you, to watch your face contort in bliss when he bottoms out in your pussy.

There was nothing small about Sam Winchester - he's a Goliath of a man, towering over you at any given time, with thick broad muscles that send a rushing heat to your sex. If your intrusive thoughts ever won, you were sure he could toss you around like it was nothing.

But now, you didn’t have much choice but to stay pinned to the wall, where you and Sam both grind your hips desperately, letting out lilted moans and grunts against each other’s skin.

The friction on your swelling clit was rough and warm, with Sam's cock perfectly nestled atop your drenched slit. Each rough push shot pleasure through your core, but it wasn’t enough for your aching cunt.

“If you need me to stop, you tell me, okay?” he emphasized. You shook your head at him. You wouldn’t break so easily, but if anyone were to shatter you apart, it could happily be Sam.

Your lips found his ear, after staining yourself up his long torso, “I’m not gonna break that easily, don’t worry.”

“Oh, yeah?” his voice deepened as his lips found your neck, eagerly nipping at your skin and making you whine. "Let's test that theory."

You gripped the hem of your shirt and shimmied it over your head, casting it to the floor carelessly.

Sam’s eyes trail over your chest, still beautifully bound by your bra. Their softness served as an undeniable invitation for his mouth to lower. He dips his head to greedily nip and suckle at the supple skin, leaving red and purple splotches in his wake.

You grip at his hair, urgently tugging him closer, as if the direct contact could never be enough to satisfy. Each of your soft moans is echoed with a low groan from Sam’s chest. He had doubled over, completely encapsulating you in his clean scent, now thick with a lustful musk.

Two fingers found the band of your bra, unclipping it with the utmost ease, and cast it to the floor with your shirt. Through panting breaths, Sam works off his shirt, though his lips have no hesitation to return to your exposed chest, and found a pebbled nipple between his teeth, rolling and biting to bring out a symphony of moans from the both of you.

Your hands lunged for the waistband of your pants. Sam took notice and sighs happily against your skin, his warm breath like a gentle wave across everything you'd exposed to him. Above you, Sam grew more unhinged with each passing second, grabbing and biting and kneading your flesh like a man starved.

Sam's lips capture yours once more in a tangle of tongues and teeth, exploring one another as if it was your only chance to do so. His tongue grazed the roof of your mouth, swallowing a deep moan that erupts from deep within your chest. He assesses your position and grows frustrated. It would be difficult to remove your, or his, pants without risking dropping you to the floor.

As quickly as you'd been slammed into the wall, Sam tosses you onto his bed, but stays standing at its foot, his hands reaching for his belt buckle. All else in the room vanished as you watch him remove the thick denim, shoving it down his legs to the floor. His cock strained against his boxers, throbbing and twitching to be free.

"Those," Sam nodded his head to your pants, "off."

The sudden dominance springs you into action. Your hands fly to your waistband and wiggle them off of your hips, down your thighs, and kick them away. Your soaked panties act as your final barrier, barring you from what you so badly needed.

Sam returns to his hunched position over you, letting his hands rove over your exposed thighs and ass, pawing at you greedily. You reach down to the band of his boxers, and slip your fingers under the elastic, inching them down until you felt a resistance against it - Sam's cock fights against the removal, straining your short arms until Sam reaches down to aid you.

The head of his cock springs up to smack against your covered core. You gasp softly at its warmth, your neglected cunt tightens around nothing of substance, an empty hole aching to be filled with something substantial.

"Feel." This was Sam's only order as he tugs your hand down to his length, coaxing you to wrap your small fingers around the middle of his shaft.

He's thick and warm against your palm, with a thick vein creeping up its underside to the tip. Your mouth waters at the way his cock twitches eagerly in your hand, and you slowly begin to pump along his length, making Sam hiss through his teeth.

Sam's voice is lower than you'd ever heard; it sends a heat directly to your teased pussy, now bracing against the base of Sam's cock. Its length covers most of your abdomen, casting your body in its silhouette in the dim lamplight of the room.

"Jesus..." he remarks wistfully, trailing a free hand up to his tip, pressing into the soft flesh of your belly.

Beneath him like this, Sam can finally see the scale of his cock to your insides, mapping out precisely where he'll settle inside of you. You whine softly as his cock drags another stroke over your soaked folds - the abrasion from your underwear was no longer tantalizing, but rather a nuisance.

His breathing becomes ragged, "I need to taste you."

The words shudder through you as Sam's lips work through the valley of your breasts, showering kisses along your middle, and finally he settles between your thighs. Sam places a kiss atop your clit, still kept out of sight by your soaked panties. Two fingers hook into the waistband and tug downward, sliding the soiled garment off of your shaky legs and to the floor behind him.

Cold air strikes your slit as Sam pries it open with two thick fingers, teasing at your aching hole, spreading the wetness around your cunt.

"Are you always this wet when you think about me?" his voice tremors through you. You nod quietly and hold your breath as Sam's head dips lower. All you can see is his rich brown hair cascading over your belly before warmth spread through your core, leaving you moaning at his first touch.

With the way his tongue teased at your clit, Sam may as well have set you ablaze. Your skin radiated a warmth unlike no other, rolling in waves as the cold of the air shocked your most sensitive areas.

"Sam," you whine, carding your fingers through his soft locks. You tug on him gently to push him further.

He pays no mind to your plea, and instead wraps his toned arms under your thighs, pulling your pussy flush against his thick tongue. It flicks your clit perfectly, and pairs with his lips as he suckles on the sweet bundle of nerves.

The taste of you makes Sam groan, his cock straining against the mattress beneath him. Above him, your moans and cries are a siren song, calling him to the bottomless sea of his desire. He pictures what lies ahead - you, sprawled on the bed, blissed out from his tongue and cock, sated and sleepy from a relentless pounding.

That image is pasted in his mind as he laps at your cunt, occasionally dipping his tongue into your tight entrance, and tasting your innermost parts. You arch your back at his touch, sighing his name like a prayer. His restless tongue toys with your hardening clit as pressure builds in your belly.

Sam creates a rhythm on your clit that sends you unfurling under his touch, mewling and whining and moaning slurred versions of Sam and please and need you. But he refuses to give more. Not until he can taste your release directly on his tongue.

The tightness in your belly snaps, breaking you apart until you're crying Sam's name against your hand, clasped firmly against your mouth. His tongue lolls over your clit even still, skyrocketing the shockwaves of the orgasm and making you whimper. Your slick coats his tongue and fills Sam's senses. All there is is you, your sounds, and your delicious cunt.

"Fuck," mumbles Sam, his voice reverberating through your convulsing sex, clamping down onto nothing.

You whine in response. All thought and sense had escaped your mind, now shattered and cast off to a void in the back of your mind. Sam laps up your juices and swallows, savoring every last drop your body had to offer.

The cold air of the room kisses your exposed cunt as Sam rises to his knees, his heavy cock bobbing above your abdomen.

"So small," he remarks, lining his cock over your stomach and admiring just how much of your body he'd overtake.

You'd surely be sore for days afterward, which sent a flush of pride through his chest. His cock ached to carve you hollow - to leave you gaping after a thorough fucking, to shape your pussy perfectly for him.

His hips rear back as he positions himself with your wet hole, shining with your slick, beckoning him inside. Sam's eyes meet yours when he notches the head of his cock past your entrance, surveying your expressions as he slowly filled you out. The girth of his cock could practically split you down your middle, stretching your little pussy to wrap perfectly around his shaft.

"God, you're so fuckin' tight," Sam groans, ogling at his own cock as it spread your pussy open. His hands press against the backs of your thighs and push them toward your chest, angling himself so the both of you could share the view.

He sighs, "Look at that - such a big cock, stretching out your tiny pussy, just for me."

Astonishment, teasing, and lust filled his tone, and something else. Something more primal that has your walls fluttering around Sam's cock.

You gape at the sight of his cock entering you, and you finally come to terms with exactly just how big he is. Your pussy is stretched blissfully wide, swallowing his length with earnest. Sam slams his hips and strikes deep, the head of his cock brushing against your cervix.

Each thrust is harsher than the last and all you can do is stare at the brutality your pussy is being subjected to. You cry out as Sam's cock crashes into you, every time, without fail.

At this point, there's no hiding the reality of what's behind Sam's bedroom door. If Dean, or anyone else, heard you, let them. Bliss overcomes your senses and dulls all rationality in your muddled mind.

There is nothing else that matters - just the overwhelming size of Sam Winchester and his remarkable cock.

He whispers your name like a summons, meeting his eyes with yours as he presses your body into the mattress. A hand presses into your tummy. Sam gasps softly and takes your hand to replace his own.

"Feel that?" his purrs, pressing onto your hand to deliver some pressure. As he thrusts in you can feel a shift in your insides, until you feel a firm strike of the head of his cock against you palm.

You look to him with wide eyes and find a wicked smile plastered on his face.

Sam crouches over you, enveloping you with his large size, encasing your body with his. He leans toward your ear, "Can you feel it up here, baby? Because I can. I can feel how tiny your cunt is before I go in and stretch it out."

He pushes deeper, to let you really feel it, "I can feel how you try to fit me, and how just tight you're getting, 'cause you're gonna cum, aren't you?"

A dumb nod follows his question, making his grin widen across his lips. No words form on your lips, only shaky wanton moans reply to his commentary.

"I know, sweetheart, feels good," Sam coos, slowing down his movements to draw out a raw cry from your throat. His cock drags through your walls until its head is all that remains, and slams in harshly.

Your cry is on the verge of a scream, but Sam does not relent. There is no plea to stop or slow down, because this is all you'd been dreaming of - to feel a comforting helplessness under someone far larger, to be at their disposal and usage.

A growl leaves his throat, "So fucking small... I bet you feel like you could break, huh? With my cock this deep inside you, your little pussy can barely take any more, can it?"

Your walls clench around him in reply, pulling Sam in deeper until his balls slap against your ass, now pairing with the obscene squelching of your abused pussy.

Between the lilting moans and quieted pleas from your perfect mouth, Sam issn't sure how much longer he can last. He vows to himself that he will not give in to it yet, not until he feels it. He needs to feel the way you wrap around his cock when you cum.

He needs to be the reason you finish, this time and each orgasm after.

"You've been waiting for this. You've wanted this the whole time - someone big and strong to pound your little pussy 'til you can't stand. Because you want a thick cock splitting you open." Sam stammers through the last few words - his own comments are bringing him closer to the brink, but you've already reached yours.

You shudder around him harshly as your orgasm hits you full-force, leaving you no room to ride it out as Sam's pace quickens. His breath hitches at the sensations flowing through his throbbing length - he hisses when you clench around his sensitive tip, leaving his gasping as he fucks you faster. Harder. Deeper.

His cock plunges into your cunt, hitting that same spot in your tummy as he mentioned before. Sam's hand presses against your abdomen, adding a glorious pressure that has you climaxing again in a matter or seconds.

"Thaaaat's it, attagirl," he encourages. "Such a tight little cunt, but she takes me so well."

The words flow through you like fire, sending you over the brink once again and leaving you whimpering beneath him. Sam smirks, knowing he's doing his job right, he has you exactly where he wants you, pinned, helpless, and impossibly full.

"Please... S-Sam," you whisper.

He laughs, pounding you so roughly you can barely brace for the slam against your cervix, "Can't handle it, can you, baby? I thought you said you don't break easily."

Your soft cries reach his ears as you slip into that thoughtless void of your mind, moaning with each strike.

Sam's lips brush over the shell of your ear, "You think you're so strong, but I'll break you. I'll have your cunt so bruised you can't think about anything else - only me, because this pussy is mine, do you understand?"

A reply doesn't come, only the sounds of your moans fill his ears. Sam delivers a harsh slap to your ass, thrusting his cock as deep as he could manage. You let out a long moan but still don't reply.

"Who's pussy is this?"

The words form on your lips and fall out feebly, "Y-yours."

He kisses your forehead, but does not let his hips falter, "That's right, angel. All mine."

Pressure builds in his abdomen, his balls growing tight as his own release crept up from behind. Sam nips at your earlobe, his words clang through you with a primal desire.

"And since this pussy's mine, I'm going to fill it."

The swift relentless pace resumes, crashing into your hips to verge on soreness, your tight cunt still wrapping perfectly around him, and Sam's name falling past your slacked mouth. Sam's eyes screw shut as his own orgasm finally approaches, and his cock begins to twitch.

He unsheathes his cock from your warm walls, aiming directly at your now gaping pussy. Sam pumps himself fervently as his cum spurts from his cock, right into your stretched hole. You stare in awe as his cum seeps into your cunt, the angle of your hips inviting it all in.

Sam hisses, "Keep it all in there."

You pant as you try to recover yourself, but Sam plunges his cock into you again, making you let out a low, drawn-out moan. He strikes as deeply as before, his movements are urgent, borderline predatory, insistent to have you bred nicely.

"Keep it in there, and don't you dare fucking waste it."

His movements start to slow - the thrusts are languid and gentle until Sam finally pulls himself out of your abused pussy. He grips your thighs and lowers them until you can finally breathe freely again, gasping in the cool, refreshing air.

"There you go. Deep breaths, honey," Sam coaxes, running his hands along your sore hips, massaging gently into the aching flesh. You do as you're advised and calm your breathing, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly. Sam did the same until he slumped into the mattress next to you, groaning into the sheets.

You smile lazily at him, "You okay over there?"

Sam nods into the bed, still letting out a low groan, "Y'fuckin' drained me."

Pride wells in your chest. You giggle at him, earning you a playful slap on your thigh. Your giggle turns into a hearty laugh before you nestle next to Sam, eyes fluttering shut with fatigue. He takes notice and nudges you.

"Bathroom, no UTI's for us today."

You retort, "Sam, I don't think I can even walk properly right now."

He shifts and rises from the bed, scooping you into his arms and lifting you to his chest. Your laughs echo around the room as Sam Winchester takes you to the bathroom, ever the gentleman.

Hi! Thank you all for your patience as i get out of my lil' brain funk. I hope you enjoyed!

If you liked this fic, reblog to show others! Who cares if we're depraved little animals?? don't you just wanna go apeshit???

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If catiel actually cursed😂

POV: Dating Dean Winchester....

POV: Dating Sam Winchester

01 x 01 Pilot part 1

"You're waiting in the car" is the first thing Dean says when he parks the '67 Chevy Impala in front of the apartments where their brother lived.

Yn scrunched up her nose and furrowed her eyebrows "dude. Why?"

"Cause I say so"

"Why do you get to see him before me? Its not fair" Yn says not backing up as her oldest brother got out of the car.

"Just stay in the car" Dean says slamming the car door shut behind him and making his way to the apartments.

The 15 year old leaned back against the car seat crossing her arms over her chest with a pout "not fair" she mumbled to herself.

****

Yn had nodded off to sleep resting her head against the car window as she waited for her brothers hoping that Sam would go with them.

"Why did you even leave her in the car?" Sam asked Dean as he walked next to him to the parking lot.

"She was sleeping" Dean lied. Truth be told, he didn't want Yn to get her hopes up to Sam coming, he knew that she missed their brother horribly and had cried herself to sleep when he first went away to Stanford.

Yn woke up to her brothers voices and the sound of the cars trunk being open. She grinned widely when she heard Sam's voice and quickly opened the car door and rushed to Sam jumping into his arms and hugging him tightly as she let out a series of happy squeals.

"Sammy I missed you so fucking much" she said as Sam laughed hugging her tightly back and giving her a spin before setting her back on the ground.

"I missed you so much too Yn. Wow, you've grown so much!" Sam looked her up and down a smile on his face as he looked at his little sister.

"Yeah. She turned 15 two months ago" Dean cut in a with an edge to his words.

"Dean. I know" Sam answered glaring slightly at his brother.

"But that doesn't matter. We're here" Yn cut in giving Dean a reproach in her look, turning back to Sam "so...are you coming with us to search for dad?" She asked him eyes begging him to come.

"Yes, but i have to be back by Monday" came Sam's reply as he ruffled her hair up a bit.

Yn pouted a bit at his words "oh well I guess"

"Yn, get back in the car" Dean told her.

"Why?" She asked turning to him eyebrows furrowed.

"I want to talk with Sam and you're on the way. Car. Now" Dean said closing the back of the car.

Yn have a dramatic sight "fine...." she muttered and got back in the car arms crossed over her chest and a frown on her face. When she walked behind Dean she stuck her tongue out at him making Sam stifle a laugh.

***

Dean knocked on the car window of the backseat startling Yn awake who sat up from the seat rubbing her eyes "what? Where are we?" She said groaning as she opened the car door.

"On our way to Jericho right now on a gas stop. Go to the bathroom" Dean said handing her a bottle of pear juice and a bag of cheese puffs "breakfast" he said simply and turning to Sam who was sitting shotgun he gestured to the other bag of chips he was holding"breakfast?"

Sam scoffed "no. How do you even give that to Yn?"

"Eh. I'm used to it." Yn said shrugging as Dean glared at his brother. Yn out her bag of chips and bottle of juice down on the leather seat and got out of the car stretching "I'm going to the bathroom" she said groaning a bit and walking past Dean into the small gas stop.

"How do you even buy stuff? Still on the credit card schemes?" Sam asked knowingly.

"Well, hunting isn't exactly a paying job" Dean shrugged as he walked to the other side of the car and got into the drivers seat.

"What names did you use this time?"

"Bert Afrahiam and his loving kids Hector and Evangeline Afrahiam" came the smug reply.

Sam gave a snort and a shake of his head turning his attention back to the cassette collection box Dean had "dude. You need to update your cassette collection. Black Sabath? Metallica? Ac/Dc? Who even listen to those anymore?"

"House rules Sammy, driver picks the music, shotgun shuts their cakehole" Dean said taking one of the cassettes and putting it on the radio.

"Sammy it's a chubby 8 hear old. Its Sam."

"Sorry. Can't hear you. Music's too loud" Dean said as he turned the music up, back in black playing loudly through the speakers.

The backseat door opened and Yn slipped in wincing slightly at the loud music. "Dude. Lower it down a little"

"House rules booger driver picks the music and-" Dean start again as he drove away from the gas station.

"Yeah but backseat gets to lower the music. Tune it down a bit, I've got a headache" Yn said rolling her eyes a bit at him

Dean complies and puts the volume down just a little.

Sam turns to her a bit of concern flashing through his face "you've got a headache?"

"No. But I'll get one if Dean keeps putting the music so loud"yn answered

Dean rolled her eyes at her through the rear view mirror "just eat your vegetables"

"Yeah dad..." yn said mockingly as she opened her bag of cheese puffs and started eating.

***

Part two ... Flashbacks.a.k.a. younger years before season 1

if any of you have any ideas I am all ears <333

01x01 Pilot part 2

Why I'm doing this....

Yn waited for her brothers in the car as they went to talk with some police officers in a crime scene they had happened to drive bye.

She returned her eyes down to her book leaning back against te worn leather of the Impala. when she lifted her eyes up again she stiffled a laugh when she saw Dean slap the back of Sam's head s if Sam was still a kid under his care.

"What was that about?" Yn asked them when they climed in the car again.

Sam gave Dean a bit of a ressented look before answering "A teenager went missing on his way home last night"

"Creepy..." Yn says nodding a bit "so...you guys are sure that Dad would look this case up?" she asks leaning against the front seat poking her head between the two brothers.

"Yep" Dean answers starting the car "Now we're going to look at the guy's girlfriend up then we are gong to get something to eat"

"YeY! Hamburgers?"

"Defenitly" Dean smiles at her before pushing her face back "buckle up kiddo"

"Dont touch my face" Yn whined pushing his hand away and sitting back in the car seat again.

***

" You must be Amy?" Dean asks approaching a girl putting up MISSING posters of her boyfriend.

"Yeah Troy told us about you. We're his uncles. Dean. Sammy." he says pointng between himself and samearning a slight glare from his brother "and our little sister Yn" Dean points lastly at Yn who was standing a bit behind him hands in the pockets of her Jacket nodding her head in form of greeting.

"He never mentioned you to me"

"That's troy I guess" Dean says with a small scoff " we're not around much, we're up in Podesto-"

"So we're looking for him too" Sam cuts in "and we're kind of asking around"

"hey are you ok?" asks a girl nearing Amy, probrably her friend, Yn decides.

"Yeah" amy answers with a small nod.

"So...you mind if we ask a couple of questions?" Sam continues.

***

Yn sat between Sam and Dean in a booth in some diner listening to Amy tell her tragic story... honsetly, Yn was hungry, sleepy, and couldent care less about the information. Wich made her feel guilty, considering that the girl would never see her boyfriend again.

She leaned her head against Dean's shoulder zoning out of the conversation. so. Sammy was back. Maybe when he had to go back to Stanford he'd call, and let them visit him, Yn didnt really have it inherself to hate her brother for leaving. He found a chance to go. he went. but it still upset her that he didnt call. or write. or email.

Her ears perked up again when Amy's friend said something about a woman killing herself and her ghost hitchhiking on men.

Once biding thanks to the girls and goodbye. The siblings made their way out of the dinner.

"ghosts...creepy" Yn comments as they make their way to the car.

"and here one would have though you'd grown used to them" Dean teases ruffling her hair up.

"still creepy" Yn insints taking his hand and pulling it away from her hair "Its hair dean, not a mop" she glares slightly at him trying to set her hair back in place. Dean just messes it up again.

"DuDE!" The girl whines swatting his hand away. She slaps Dean's shoulder.

"ouch" he mocks.

Sam walked a little bit behind them. warching how his brother and sister had grown so much closer together in tose two years.Not like they weren't close before. Dean raised Yn the minute that Jhon placed her in his arms. He became the father Jhon wasn't. he had to clean up the mess Jhon made when he screwed with some woman in a bar and it git back at him. But there was always room for Sam to join in. to take part of their teasing and fights. Now not so much. He regretted that. and he made a silent promise not to lose touch of his siblings again when he got back to Stanfrord.

***

" I think youre writing it wrong" Yn said as she loomed over Dean's shoulder watching as he typed in the computer of the library they where currently in.

"Shut it"

"Let me try" Yn insisted. reaching her hand out to type something else.

Dean slapped her hand away. Yn gave him a resented look before sliding his chair away from the computer and settling behind it.

Sam laughed at Dean's face...

"so ghosts are violents deaths... Maybe its suicide" Yn said aloud typing down.

Indeed there was a news report to it.

dean gave her an approving nod and Yn gave him a small proud smile.

"I still dont forgive you for sliding the chair away"

Yn rolled her eyes and pushed his chair back again causing Sam to laugh.

***

"so...we're in the bridge where Constanence took the swan dive...in the night...wth Constanence ghost lurking around...do any of you know how creepy and risky that is? Couldent we have waited for tomorrow?"

"I have to get back to Stanford on Monday" Sam says giving her an apologetic look.

"quit yapping and come on...unless you want to stay in the car" Dean sauggests as he opened his car door.

"No thanks. ill go with you" came the instant reply from the teenage girl .

***

"I should have stayed in the car" Yn mutters to herself as Dean pushed up Sam against the bridge posts.

They where fighing about mom...well. Their mom.

"Dean..." Yn says quietly putting a hand on her older brothers shoulder

"Dont talk about her like that" dean said quietly to Sam before realising the grip he had on his collar and stepping back walking a bit away from them.

Yn looked after him and some movement caugh her eye "Dean..."

Dean's gaze moved to the ghost who was standing in the edje of the bridge, she loked at them and then jumped.

Dean and Sam ran to where she had jumped off from.

"Of course they're running toward the danger" Yn muttered to herself before running behind them.

"I really should have stayed on the car"

***

"Lord! Dean you stink!" Yn exclaimed when her Dean neared her.

"I know. Now shut it and get in the car or I'll hug you" Dean threatened making Yn run back to the car.

"Did you really have to jump off the bridge?" Sam asked with a tired face.

"The threat goes for you too" Dean answered gruffly as he walked back to the car.

***

"Is there anything about you that's real?" The officer asked as Dean and Yn stood in the parking lot of a motel.

"My boobs" "his boobs" Dean and Yn said at the same time with a poker face.

"I suppose she is your...?" The officer trailed off looking down at Yn.

"Daughter" Dean answered making the officer raised his eyebrows.

"You look a bit too young to be a father of a teenage girl"

"We all have our flaws officer"

"Adopted" Yn cut in continuing the lie.

As the officer guided them both to the police car Dean leaned in slightly "remember the protocol" he whispered

"Got it"

At the police station they wanted to take Dean and Yn into different rooms and Yn went into a frenzy crying and shouting for Dean as the officer tried to take her away.

"Officer you can't take her away...she is special with separation exciety" Dean told the police man.

The officer relented and they both where taken into an interrogation room and cuffed to the table. Dean gave her a questioning glance 'you alright' Yn nodded cleaning up her fake tears 'yeah'

The officer went in again and started asking Dean all sorts of questions and also confronted him about the credit card scams and about the journal that they had found in the motel room.

Dean of course was unwilling to answer and just gave the officer sarcastic remarks and cocky grins. The officer turned to Yn who acted the same way. Making the officer leave the room frustrated.

***

"Good job back there" Dean praised as they walked in the sidewalk making their way to a phone booth

"I really wanted hamburgers" Yn pouted.

Dean sighed correspondingly "Me too sis, we'll get them when Sam picks us up" he said putting his arm around his little sisters shoulder.

"Next time we have to check there are no police people around"

"Ditto"

***

"Sam! Are you ok?!" Yn rushed to her brothers side after she watched in horror Constanence Welch scream and disappear into a puddle of the water in the floor of the abandoned house.

Sam groaned as he opened the door of the impala, a.k.a Dean's baby, he had drove into the house.

"Yeah im fine"

Dean in the other hand was looking worriedly at the car searching for any damage.

"Well...another mission completed" Yn sighed putting her hands to her hips.

"How many Times have I told you that's cringy?" Dean asked annoyed.

"Many. But im still gonna do it"

***

"You better call. And email me" Yn told sammy as she hugged him tightly.

"I promise I will" Sam told her softly.

"Come on booger time to go" Dean said as he claimed into the car.

Pressing a kiss on top of her head Sam let her go and Yn climbed sulkily into the car, waving Sam goodbye as they drove off.

Yn was quiet for a while until somehow she began feeling uneasy.

"Dean...turn the car around. Something's not right" she suddenly said making Dean turn to her with a frown, and seeing the look in her face spun the car around tires screeching.

They get there in time when Sam's apartment burst in to flames and Dean and Yn scrambled out of the car.

"Stay!" Dean ordered before he ran inside.

Yn watched in complete fear for her brothers. Only breathing properly when Dean re appeared dragging a crying Sam with him. One look at Dean and Yn knew... Jessica was dead.

Yn ran forward and wrapped her arms around her brother "Oh Sammy. I'm so so sorry" she whispered.

Sam hugged her back crying into her shoulder. Sobbs wreking his shoulders as he slowly fell to his knees and Yn held him.

She knew what it was like to lose someone.

Dean watched with tears in his eyes at his younger siblings. He put an arm around Sam's shoulders.

***

Sam tosses a shotgun into the back of the Impala, his face hard. The same thing that had killed his mother had killed the woman he loved.

"We got work to do"

Just like old times. Dean, Sam and Yn. Back in the hunt.

What could possibly go wrong?

***

Masterlist.

Part 1

Flashbacks. A.k.a. younger years. A.k.a. part 3, kinda

FLASHBACK

"Flash news. you have a little sister"

masterlist

Part 1

1993

before season 1

John Winchester drove the Impala 67 through the highway on his way to Louisiana. The only thing that could be heard in the car was the familiar humming of the engine and the rock music playing on the speakers. 10 years later after the death of his wife with another kid. A result from one of his many hook-ups. Never had he expected it would come back at him and slap him across the face like this had. The mother of the child was dead. Killed by an overdose so the officer that had called him had said. Jhon cursed the moment he had left the qoman his phone number with all his soul. Now he wouldn't have to be dealing with a 2 year old kid and gotten her into the life he led. Hunting was no way to raise a little girl. But if he had been able to raise his two sons he would be able to raise the girl. At least he hoped so.

Dean glanced at his father, noticing the tight grip he had on the car wherl, the way his expression was hard and how his body was tense. The 14 year old new to stay out of his way for now, he had no idea where they were going, a hunt he suspected, but somehow his father's actitude had him restless. Something nagged in the back of his mind that this wasn't a normal hunt. Maybe this wasn't a hunt at all. He caught his younger brothers eye through the rear view mirror and new he was feeling the same way.

It didn't take Ling for them to finally reach the police department in Lafayette. Jhon turned off the engine and sat for a moment before sighting.

"Stay in the car boys"

Sam and Dean watched silently as Jhon entered the building.

"Did dad tell you why are we here?" The 10 year old asked his brother.

"No. Somehow I know this isn't a hunt" Dean answered.

It didn't take long before John exited the building again. But this time with a toddler holding his hand and a pink bag over his shoulder.

Dean and Sam watched stunned "what the h-"

John opened the back door for the little girl to climb in next to Sam tossing the bag next to her.

"Yn this are your older brothers Sam and Dean" John pointed at each boy correspondingly each boy watched surprised for a moment.

Yn gave them a shy smile then looked down at her lap where she was holding a worn teddy bear.

Seeing that no words were going to be said, John closed the back door and climbed back into the driver's seat. The boys were both stunned. They kept glanding to the little girl trying to decide what was going on. But this was it. They had a sister. A little sister. They couldent get that on their head yet.

"Yn are you hungry? We are stopping in a dinner closse by" Jhon broke the silence looking back at the girl.

Yn just nodded without lifting her face.

It took only a few minutes before they reached it the car filled with an uncomfortable silence.

Once he had parked the car Jhon turned to Dean. "Take care of her Dean" it would have sounded like a father telling his son to take care of his little sister if he had used a tender fathery voice, but instead his voice came as a command.

"Yes sir" came the immediate response. What was to be expected by a boy who had been drilled since a child to be a soldier, to obey commands and hot overthinking it.

With a short nod Jhon exited the car and walked inside the dinner.

Sam turned to his new found sister "come on" he extended his hand for her to take and she shyly did. He opened the car door and helped her out, the ten year old gave her a smile "you have a nice bear, whats its name?"

Craddling the teddy close to her she spoke for the first time "Mr. Cottons"

"Cool name. Im Dean, this is my little brother Sammy. He's 10 and Im 14" dean walked up to them presenting himself and sam again.

Looking up at him the young girl gave a small smile "Im Yn. Im 2" she held up two fingers.

"Really? I would have though you'd be older" sam commented getting a smile out of Yn. Kids loved being called older than what they really were.

"Do you like hamburgers booger?" Dean asked niknaming her.

Yn smille turned into a full grin showing dimpled cheeks her eyes lighting up "yes!"

Dean couldent help the smile that came into his face "then come on" he reached out to take her hand and Yn willingly let him holding Mr. Cottons tigtly in the other "maybe dad will even let us buy pie. Do you like pie?"

"I love love love pie!" The little girl said with enthusiasm making the boys smile.

Maybe having a little sister wouldent be so bad. Maybe it would be the one normal thing that they would have in their messed up lives.

Walking into the dinner little sister in hand and younger brother walking beside them. Dean swore in that moment that he would do anything to keep Yn being a little girl as long as he could. No matter what his dad said.

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Why and how this is going to go...

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part 1

part 2

⛥⛧Flashback series

" flash news. you have a little sister"

"promise you wont leave"

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⛥⛧4 (Dating Dean Winchester)

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Dean Winchester x Little sister

Dean was woken up by a whimper from the other side of the motel room where Yn was sleeping in the couch.

He heard the soft sound of sobbing and frowned making his way across the dark room quietly.

"Yn are you ok?" He asked softly putting a hand on her shoulder.

Yn's body stiffened for a moment before she turned on the makeshift bed to look at him tear stairs on her face.

"I had a nightmare" she said quietly as she hugged Mr. Cottons close to her body.

"Alright then, move over" dean sat down next to her and pulled her into his lap hugging her. The 3 year old leaned into his arms.

"Want to talk about it" dean asked her softly.

"It was from that movie we saw last night, it was scary. I dreamt i saw a ghost and it wanted to kill me" the little girl said quietly sniffling her sobs.

The 15 year old mentally cursed himself. How could have he forgotten Yn had been watching too? "Dont worry. No ghost would even dare to come get you. Dad and me and sammy will stop them"

"Are ghost real."

"No. Dont worry about it" came the short reply. Of course they were. But Yn didnt need to know that. Not now. Not so young.

"But he seemed real in my dream"yn sobbed quietly curling against her older brother's chest. "Im scared Dea"

"its fine booger, im here" Dean said softly, in the voice he only used for Yn.

"you pinky promise you wont leave?" Yn asked her teary eyes looking up at dean in the dark and she held up he pinky.

With a small chuckle Dean interlocked his pinky with hers "I promise" he sighed softly and held her close "want to know what my mom did when i was your age and scared?"

Yn nodded.

And there, in the dark of the motel room, their father and brother sleeping soundly in their beds, Dean brough up the song he treasured most in the world. The song Mary used to sing to him, that she used as a lullaby.

Hey Jude, don't make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better. Remember to let her into your heart, Then you can start to make it better.

Yn curled closer against him holding Mr. Cottons tightly and her tears stopping as she listened

Hey Jude, don't be afraid. You were made to go out and get her. The minute you let her under your skin, Then you begin to make it better.

And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain, Don't carry the world upon your shoulders. For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool By making his world a little colder.

Hey Jude, don't let me down. You have found her, now go and get her. Remember to let her into your heart, Then you can start to make it better.

Up to now Yn was sleep, her eyes closed and her mouth slightly parted.

Dean looked down at her his gaze softening.

"Good night jude"

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