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okay but how funny would it be if, after all this build up, Sam is the one to use the grenade launcher

First Time for Everything

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 2,400

Warnings: smut, language, hilarity

Summary: (inspired by this post by @missjackil ) Sam’s never had a blowjob, so you take it upon yourself to convince Sam to let you give him his first ever blowjob.

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Dean loved to brag. He bragged about everything, from the perfectly executed execution of the monster on their latest hunt to how many beers he’d outdrank his brother by. Usually the latter ended with him toppling onto one of the two beds, slurring his way into a sleep that would last for a good twelve hours. Sometimes he bragged about the blowjob he’d gotten from the pretty bar waitress, betting Sam that “he’d probably never gotten a better blowjob.”

And it was true.

Sam hadn’t gotten a better blowjob because he’d never even gotten a blowjob.

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Prank War

Pairing: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader

Summary: The Winchester siblings start a little prank war and it escalates quickly

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: None, just some fluff

A/N: Special thanks to @nickiwinchester97 because she encourages me a lot and I love her. And to my dad who (unknowingly) inspired a lot of this :D

Originally posted by stayclassysupernatural

It all started out pretty harmless. Dean was annoyed by Sam who had complained about his unhealthy choice of food, and as soon as Sam went to the kitchen to get himself some water, you watched your eldest brother rip of a piece of carton from the pizza box and hide it under a pepperoni slice on Sam’s pizza.

It was hard for you to hold back your laughter when Sam came back and took a bite. He had somehow managed to bite through the carton and was now munching on it, completely unaware of what he was eating.

Dean watched him as well, and even though he was good at keeping his game face on you knew he was cracking up on the inside.

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Frustrated

Or: Sam likes Max, Max likes Sam, and The Geek Needs to actually get work done, so they need to resolve something stat. 

AKA: The one with the date

I am woefully late in finishing up a long overdue prompt for @thewittyarsonist for Zootopia, which I am hard at work on! But then the opportunity struck for something to give in the meantime, and I had to take it! Based on this absolutely hysterical (and really awesome) piece of art! Check it out. I couldn’t stop laughing. And then one thing led to another and I slipped this 13 page monster out between study sessions. 

For those who don’t know Sam and Max, you probably should. And that’s not advice for story reading. That’s just life advice. Go watch it. Witty got me hooked. So now I’m gonna get you guys on it, too. It’s brilliant. So go watch. 

(The prompt was Frustrated. So Witty, you’re getting the same prompt for this, and then the other for Zootopia! You’re getting it all!) 

(side note, this was impossible to write because if you’ve ever watched the show you’d know that dialogue, among many other things, is fucking insane. But that was part of the fun.)


Sam says “glad to have you around” like it doesn’t mean anything. And maybe it doesn’t. He says everything like that. The weather’s good today. How about those Mets. Intergalactic cheese wranglers have stolen the world’s supply of gouda. Pass the milk.

So when he says “glad to have you around” while he slaps a hand against Max’s back, it hard not to feel…

What’s the word?

Max reaches through his limitless supply of Seussian diction and pulls out “frustrated”, which is as mundane as it gets. But there it is.

Frustrated.

He’s frustrated.

“Whatever you say, Sam,” he chirps, loading the bazooka and flicking the switch in their car to open the sunroof. “Now, you gonna give me a lift, or am I gonna have to vault out’a this car by myself?”

Sam lets go of the wheel and laces his hands together, their car hurtling over the cliff side. Oh, the Geek was going to fucking kill them for this one, but they’d survived worse than a perilous plunge and an angry adolescent. “You sure you wanna go out like this so early? You haven’t even had your coffee!” Granted, their coffee was now somewhere down in the depths of a rock quarry after the third spin. But Sam always packed a french press under the passenger seat in case mid-hurtle cappuccinos were needed.

Still.

It’s stupid and it’s little and they’re flying through the air, spinning around in what is essentially a glorified Campbell’s soup can, but the mundanity of the small show of care leaves Max once more regarding the word frustration with a certain level of ire. And through the smoke and the gasoline he can just catch glimpses of that safe smile and eyes. God, his partner was practically built for trust. So he puts his left foot into Sam’s waiting palms. “Save me a cup.”

Sam nods and grins and shifts for better velocity. “What floor?”

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How Dare He

So at rewatch, there was discussion around the photo that Nathan just posted to instagram here. I had seen one version, but @quiltingmom claimed there were multiples. So, for SCIENCE, I had to go find them. And now I can’t stop looking. Dammit, Mr. Page. How dare you.

Photo credit to Sam Macadam-Cooper. Face credit to Nathan Page. And whoever gave him that suit to wear, I thank you.

OK

Title: OK

Characters/pairings: Eileen Leahy x Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester

Word Count: 1560

Summary: What if Eileen had shown up at the bunker rather than run down by a hellhound?

A/N: This fic probably speaks for itself. I’m not ready to let go of Eileen as a character, nor am I ready to let go of Saileen as a ship. So… enjoy this unedited fluff and angst mess. I am not a person who is deaf or hard of hearing, but I did my best. Do, please, let me know if something isn’t right, though. Gif not mine, pulled from google images. 

Also, there may be a part 2. I have a few scenes I’d like to add to, but it might depend a bit on how season 12 ends next week. We will see. At least for now, here is this.

Warnings: fluff, angst, spoilers for season 12 through episode 21, canon-divergent from episode 21.

Tags: @illshakeyouallnightlong-dean, @winchestersnco, @mamaimpala, @squirels-angels-and-moose, @summer-binging-spn, ((if any of you guys would rather not be tagged in my stuff, please let me know! I promise its okay. ^u^)) As always, happy to add if anyone wants to be tagged in anything!

When the boys heard knocking echo though the bunker, it was safe to say they were surprised. In part because knocking is so normal and nothing recently had been even close to “normal” about their lives. Also, because the only people who they would even think to expect was either Mary or Castiel, and neither one would have knocked.

Dean looks at Sam with raised eyebrows, but Sam just shrugs a shoulder and pushes his seat back from the table in the war room. He jogs up the stairs, Dean not far behind him, and heads to the front door. He only shares a brief glance with his bother before opening it.

The woman standing in front of him is perhaps the last person Sam expected to see. Her long, dark hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail, a few strands here and there pulled loose. Sam didn’t have to look at her long to tell the exhaustion that was etched into her dark eyes.

“Eileen?”

Relief tugs her mouth in a warm smile. “Hi, Sam.” Her gaze flickers between the brothers, her smile faltering just a little. “I guess you didn’t get my letter…”

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