whynot | my hands are your red carpet and your smile the flashing lights

dollsome | Morgana, Arthur. How this went from boring ship to one of my favorite ships, I'm still not sure.

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lettersandliars | Amy, Eleven, and Vincent Van Gogh. If I can't have the three of them time-traveling together, I can at least have this fic.

Tweet by Oyl Miller | "I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by brevity, over-connectedness, emotionally starving for attention, dragging themselves through virtual communities at 3 am, surrounded by stale pizza and neglected dreams."

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Naming the Walls by

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Days Without Feathers by

pyrebi | Jess's mom POV, and all the horror and heartbreak that entails.

O Drom si Baro (The Road is Long) by

keerawa | Romachesters written for Revenge Racebending.

Vid: Out of My Mind | THEY'RE COMING TO TAKE DEAN AWAY HA HA HO HO HEE HEE

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candle_beck | Dean/John-ish, Dean/Sam. Hello there, heretofore unknown daddycest kink.

Okay, I don't write a lot of porn, but I feel like trying my hand it again. Dear readers, if you would kindly comment with a Supernatural ship any Supernatural ship, including crossover ones, I will strive to reply with a pornlet.

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Sam/Dean

"So, the siren," Sam says in the car. "I mean, it was... You still--" And he can't bring himself to finish the thought. They haven't said anything since they got in the car and drove, and Sam's heart is wild with a terrible hope.

"The siren," Dean sighs, eyes on the road, hands on the wheel.

Sam pretends to read the notes on their next case. Dean pretends to listen to Black Sabbath on the radio. It's the middle of the day and if they keep driving they can get to Lincoln by nightfall, but Sam doesn't say anything when Dean turns into an exit that advertises a motel, muttering some bullshit about how he's tired. Yeah, okay. Sam just nods, throat dry.

In the room, Dean says, "Sam--" and Sam cups his face and kisses him, nothing gentle about it. Nothing soft about his touch, or his mouth, everything about it an offering that claims.

Dean makes a desperate sound in his throat and then one hand is in Sam's hair, the other clutching the back of his shirt. It's been so long. This is all Sam wanted to do ever since Dean knocked on that motel door, back from the dead, dragged through Hell and crumpled for it. This, Dean's mouth, Dean's hands on him, all Sam has of the word home.

Dean yanks at Sam's shirt and Sam pulls it off. His brother does likewise, and he doesn't even have time to drop it before Sam yanks him to the bed and pushes. Dean falls on his back, Sam on top of him, and he mouths at Dean's neck, tasting him, Dean's stubble rough on his cheek. He tugs at Sam's belt, because Dean never did like wasting time.

When they're both naked, Sam lets Dean pin him to the bed, closes his eyes and moans through gritted teeth as Dean jacks him off. "Dean," he says, and Dean kisses him. "Fuck, oh fuck," he keens into his brother's mouth. There are all these things he's been wanting to say, or do, or make Dean understand by writing them in his heart; things like "I'm still for you" and "I'm still here", but there's no space for real words in their hunger for each other. Their relief that some refuges don't have to change. Sometimes it takes a monster to see that all you want is your brother, now and always, and what you need is little else.

The most difficult thing about loving Dean has always been that he loves you back. Give him your last drink of water, and he will give you back a hurricane. He will be shocked and hurt when you drown.

It's painful when Dean pushes in. They don't have any lube and they are both impatient and they haven't done this in a while, and even with all the prep from Dean's mouth and his fingers, Sam still lets out a stuttered gasp.

"You okay?" Dean asks.

"Yeah," Sam slurs. "Yeah, fuck, god."

And Dean begins to move. Slow at first, attentive to the rhythm of Sam's gasps and the soft sounds he makes.

"Is it too much?" Dean asks. "Do you want me to stop?"

"Fuck you, no."

It hurts, but Sam doesn't care. It'll be good eventually, and if it it won't, it's good now because it's Dean. Dean eases in, all the way in, and the look of shocked pleasure on Dean's face makes Sam's heart ache with love. He's missed that, that look on Dean's face like he never expects any of it even though they've done this countless times before.

"Sam..." Dean rasps, and Sam thinks yes, yes, yes.

The most difficult thing about loving Dean has always been that he loves you back. Give him your last drink of water, and he will give you back a hurricane. He will be shocked and hurt when you drown. Oh oh.

(love your definition of pornlet)

Yeah this was always my problem when I fill out Porn Battle-type things. I get lost in the build-up.

Buildup is good.

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everything about it an offering that claims.
this is so them! oh needy sacrificing codependent boys.

things like "I'm still for you" and "I'm still here", but there's no space for real words in their hunger for each other.
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oh season 4! oh their HUNGERS! omg.

AND THIS
The most difficult thing about loving Dean has always been that he loves you back. Give him your last drink of water, and he will give you back a hurricane. He will be shocked and hurt when you drown.
I AM GONNA KEEP THIS BIT IN MY LITTLE QUOTE LIST BECAUSE OH DUDE. OH WOW. It is 1) ridiculously true, and 2) ridiculously beautiful. And makes me think of This Tornado Loves You, you know that song right? I found it through 22by7 so I kinda assume so. anyway. THIS. *puddle of wibble and guh*

DURKHEIM IS RELEVANT TO EVERYTHING, Y/Y

As someone who likes sad shit, I should really be into S4/5!Wincest more than I am. I like Sam's moral ambiguity and frustration with Dean's hurricanes. I like when Sam unleashes his own self-important monsoons. I like weather metaphors.

I do not know that song! *goes off to YouTube*

What type of Sam/Dean porn do you want, bb?

can you write the cute kind maybe, or like the "dean courts sam, sam has no idea, or maybe sam is wiser to it than dean thinks he is" kind? IDK something happy - if it's not pure glee then can it be at the ocean beach? requesting porn = not what I am used to...

FOR YOU, ANYTHING. <333

lol, you are not used to requesting porn and I am not used to writing it. Porn n00bs together, FORGING ONWARDS THROUGH THE PORNY WILDS.

Future!Claire/future!Ben/future!Jesse, please.

I am writing yours next (TFW:TNG FTW!), but first I would like you to know that so far you are the only person on both my LJ and DW who requested Deanless porn. XD

AHAHAHAHA.

Dean/Castiel

or

Dean/Jimmy

:D

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