According to fandom - that claims touches, lingers, etc. equal endgame - this is now endgame, yeah? Does that mean this moment is now queerbaiting? Are we being baited into Sam/Cas? Should we send feathers again I
Stuff that’s not fic: If you’re looking for visual stuff (art and gifsets), you can find the above community on Tumblr at @spnlittlebro. @justhurtsam is… exactly what it says on the tin.
Some author recs:
Choosing fics is hard, because a lot of authors have tons of great stuff and I can’t choose just one to rec. I can point you in the direction of talented authors, though! I can guarantee that their writing is going to be Sam appreciative and Sam centric.
Note: Most of these authors post plenty of fics, ficlets, and episode tags to their Tumblrs that don’t get posted to AO3. Most of them post a mix of gen stuff and pairing stuff. I’m also definitely forgetting some great authors!
@themegalosaurus | (ao3) - Absolutely beautiful Sam-centric writing with a generous dose of brothers feels! (Make sure to check out her fantastic episode tags on Tumblr, too!) Be aware that some fic is Wincest or J2 RPF, with other pairings showing up occasionally.
@ameliacareful | (ao3) - Lovely hurt!Sam stuff and great portrayals of the characters.
@waterbird13 | (ao3) - Posts mostly on Tumblr and contributes so much lovely fic that is basically centered around Sam getting love and being happy.
@quickreaver | (ao3) - Lots of beautiful hurt!Sam fics, and quickreaver is also an insanely talented artist (if you’re looking for some visual hurt!Sam)! Can be slightly darker stuff. Some Winces and other pairings.
stillwaters01 on AO3 - Just in case you want very brothers-focused sweet agony and heartbreak with your H/C.
Let’s be real. Basically all the writers over at ohSam, too.
So much H/C you will die (in the best way).
No, really. I always indulge in thoughts of unrestrained H/C but I never seem to be able to write it. If relentless hurt (and delicious comfort) are your thing, these writers may make your day.
Marianna Morgan on FF.Net - Suuuuuper lovely and indulgent hurt!Sam and just really idealized happy brothers fic. If caring and protective!Dean is your thing, these are lovely!
skag trendy on FF.Net - I was trying to remember names from when I was prowling Fanfiction.Net, and I remember that this writer has just tons of hurt!Sam. You know those fics where the hurt doesn’t let up and it’s just this amazingly shameless pain-fest? Yes.
These writers are Sam fans who write some great stuff. Some of it is gen, some of it is explicit. If you prefer gen-fic, be aware. If you sometimes love your hurt with more intimate comfort, check these awesome people out!
@posingasme | (ao3)- Mostly Sastiel, mostly non-explicit. Beautiful and breathtaking and heartbreaking AUs that often have generous helpings of hurt!Sam and badass!Sam.
@rosworms | (ao3)- Sam/Benny and Sastiel and also Wincest + others. Sometimes explicit.
Often heavy on the comfort. <3
Always lovely. Mostly posted on Tumblr but some can be found on the Archive, too!
@kansaskissedlips (no ao3) - Wincest and Sastiel and basically everything you could ever imagine + more. I’ll bet you didn’t know you needed hurt!Soulless!Sam. But you do. Often quite explicit fics and ficlets with some gen thrown in!
And now onto the specific fics! My fic recs are below, as well as a list (with links) of fics people have recced to me! Cut for length, and also because I plan to add more as I think of them.
Feel free to submit me your recs (or self recs!), and I’ll credit you and add them to the list below!
yes hello i read your tags on that bisexual post and you said you have queer headcanons for all the faves, would u be willing to share some that involve sweet cinnamon roll sam winchester? (it's fine to not answer this if you arent up to it!)
*runs forward and grabs the mic* queer!sam headcanons?!?! yes i’d love to share them!
sam, a biromantic demisexual, who grows up not understanding who he is. he knows that he likes girls, but one day he’s in class at a new school and the boy who shows him around is just adorable, but he just can’t explain the attraction he has for him.
biromantic demisexual sam going to stanford and becoming friends with brady. they hit it off immediately and sam realizes that he’s biromantic, but he can’t explain why despite caring about brady, he doesn’t feel sexual attraction towards him.
biromantic demisexual sam going to a seminar on sexuality and learning about all the different attractions, and once he hears the words ‘biromantic demisexual’ explained, he knows that is where he fits.
biromantic demisexual sam befriending jess in his biology class, and immediately thinks she’s cute and wants to ask her out. he takes her to a coffee shop and they talk for hours, and when the topic of sexuality comes up, he gets to explain what he identifies as. jess accepts and embraces it, and says she’ll never push him into anything.
biromantic demisexual sam feeling sexual attraction for the first time when he’s making out with jess between the library stacks. it surprises both of them, and even then jess asks sam to tell her if they need to stop. (spoiler alert: they don’t, and that’s the night they almost get expelled for public indecency).
biromantic demisexual sam losing jess in azazel’s fire and thinking that he’ll never feel like that again, but then he meets madison and they justget each other right away. it’s the first time that he’s felt both romantic and sexual attraction to someone that quickly.
biromantic demisexual sam becoming friends with this angel of the lord named castiel, who values his life and thinks he’s worthy. eventually, friendship turns to romance between them, and the two find peace in the chaste kisses they share and the nights they curl up in bed together.
*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ biromantic demisexual sam winchester *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
Let’s go through each gif carefully shall we? First we have Dean and Cas hugging right? Cas has got his eyes shut enjoying his first realy hug with Dean yeah? But then we’ve got Dean trying to look behind him making sure that there isn’t anyone thinking that it’s nothing more than platonic. The second gif we’ve got Sam and Cas hugging yes? We’ve got a smiling Sam, an eager hugging Castiel and then we’ve got Dean, who again is looking around to see if anyone is watching, making sure that it’s just a platonic thing going on between the three of them. And then we’ve got the third gif where we see Dean shielding Cas and Sam from his view, pretending that he isn’t jealous of the fact that Cas is holding onto Sam like he owns him
"How about something warm? It'll help you sleep." With Sastiel??? Or just normal Sam and Cas interactions if you don't ship them. Thank you, sweetie :) // @fanficsandfluff
“How about something warm? It’ll help you sleep.”
(Of course I’ll write Sastiel! Honestly I ship everything and everyone (until it starts getting freaky lol))
Sam stepped out of the bathroom, ruffling his hair with a thick, fluffy towel to dry it. Throwing his head back, he smoothed the wet strands down and smiled when he wandered into the living area to see a familiar, Angel-shaped blob curled up on the sofa. He walked up behind and leaned against the back of the couch, bending forward to press a sweet kiss to Cas’ blanket-covered head.
“How’s it going?” Sam asked, winding around the sofa and sitting on the arm next to Cas.
He had wrapped himself in their comforter, curled in a little ball with just his face peeping out to watch a grainy DVD copy of ‘The Little Mermaid’ on the TV. Dean had came home one day with a crate of movies, having raided a nearby thrift store (‘It was $20 for the whole case, Sammy! How could I say no?’). Most were cowboy films (his guilty pleasure), but a couple of Disney classics had snuck their way in. Cas, who was ever eager to expand his knowledge of pop culture since Metatron’s little ‘spell’, was now hooked. Sam had lost count of the amount of movie nights he’d spent watching Cas’ cute little ‘hypnotised’ face as he studied the princess of choice on screen, rather than focusing on the actual movie. It made the dull experience a lot more bearable.
“Mm?” Cas mumbled rubbed his eyes with one hand, yawning softly. “Yes, I’m fine…” He said, his lids beginning to droop.
Sam softened his face. “You look tired; Ariel not cutting it tonight?”
“No, I’m enjoying the movie.” Cas said, his voice thick with weariness as he fumbled under his blankets to find the remote. “I suppose I am a little tired, though.”
“It’s getting late anyway, why don’t you come to bed with me?” Sam said, settling back on the arm of the chair and placing a hand around Cas’ far shoulder.
“I don’t think I can…”
Sam frowned. “Why not?”
Cas struggled to find the words to describe his dilemma. “I’m… I’m tired, but I’m finding it difficult to sleep. I do not wish to make you uncomfortable by staying awake until the early hours of dawn whilst you rest. Dean previously mentioned that it was ‘creepy’.”
Sam chuckled softly. “Ignore Dean, he’s just being a jerk. I know how you feel. That’s normal, sometimes, and there’s stuff you can do to fix it.”
“Like what?” Cas looked up to his boyfriend.
“How about something warm?” Sam suggested. “Do you want a glass of milk? It’ll help you sleep.”
Cas frowned, his eyes squinting in the way Sam found impossibly endearing. “I don’t understand, how will a glass of warm milk help me to fall asleep?”
Sam shrugged his shoulders. “Beats me, man. Something to do with the amino acids? I don’t know, we touched on it back in college.” He rose from his seat and padded barefoot over to the crappy motel fridge, grabbing the milk carton and pouring some into a cup, shoving it in the microwave to heat up.
Cas waited patiently, pushing the blanket off of his head and allowing it to drape around his shoulders. He crossed his legs and rested back into the sofa cushions, focusing back on the movie. Sam came walking back over with his milk, this time sitting next to Cas.
“Careful, it’s still pretty hot,” He said, handing it to Cas. The Angel took the mug in his hands, staring into the steaming liquid. He wrapped his long, slender fingers around the warming ceramic. Surprisingly, even to touch it felt soothing. Gingerly, he brought it to his mouth and took a sip.
“… Is it okay?” Sam asked, unsuccessfully stifling a bemused smile.
Cas’ lips curled a little at the edges and he nodded, taking a longer sip. Sam giggled at his milk-mustache but allowed him to finish the glass. Cas set it down and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Feeling sleepy yet?” Sam threw an arm around the back of the sofa, watching him closely.
Cas had his pondering face on (the one Dean crudely claimed made him look constipated).
“… A little, I suppose. More so than befo-…” He was interrupted by a yawn, making Sam laugh.
“Looks like it’s working,” He said, his eyes brightening as an idea hit him. “But if not, I know something else warm that might work.”
Cas looked up curiously. “What is it?”
He felt his cheeks pinking when Sam’s arms wrapped around his frame and pulled him nearly into his lap, cuddling him. He held the Angel closely, letting Cas settle and find a comfortable position, before pushing the blankets down from his shoulders and rucking his shirt up a little behind him. Cas frowned at first, but then let out a quiet, happy sigh as Sam began rubbing his palm up and down the length of Cas’ back, working out any little knots of tension the day’s activities has wound up.
Cas could feel a safe, comforting, warm glow stirring inside of him. It was nothing, as a human, he had ever felt before. He likened it to the feeling of his old Grace; soothing and familiar. Nonetheless, what Sam was doing was very enjoyable, and before he knew it his eyes were growing heavy again. He wanted to make a joke about the little snowman he’d seen in another Disney movie, and how he enjoyed being hugged also, but he was too relaxed to bother speaking.
“Is it working?” Sam whispered softly a few minutes into the back rub, trying not to disturb the peaceful ambiance he had created.
Cas’ eyes had slid shut, a tiny smile curling his lips. He made little blissful noises in reply, snuggling into Sam’s chest further.
Sam smiled wider. “I’ll take that as a yes?” Cas hummed again, staying put. Sam smirked. His fingers trailed down to Cas’ sides and began scribbling lightly.
Cas immediately squirmed and started giggling, sliding down to try and move away from the touch. Sam’s fingers only followed, scribbling faster until he ended up laying in Sam’s lap, beginning to laugh properly as he tickled him. Cas batted feebly at his hands, now too tired to protect himself.
“Nohohoho! It wahahahas workihihing!” Cas giggled, jamming his arms against his sides weakly in a poor attempt to block Sam’s prodding fingers.
“C’mon, you can put up a better fight than that!” Sam taunted, using one hand to wiggle into Cas’ belly like a claw. “Let’s see if we can tire you out instead…”
Cas could only curl in on himself, wriggling around on Sam’s lap as his laughter grew more high-pitched. His fingers were hitting all the clusters of nerves hiding around his toned stomach muscles with terrifying precision, but it was never too intense. Just enough to pleasantly elevate his mood, and oddly enough Sam’s as well. When he had asked why he tickled him so often, Sam replied with something along the lines of how Cas’ laughter was ‘so deliciously sweet that he just couldn’t help himself’.
Cas was flattered, and a little flustered, but never complained again when Sam tickled him (partially because it made him happy, and also because Cas didn’t mind it that much either), but he didn’t have time to remember all of those little moments for how much their current tickle fight was tiring him out. Unfortunately so, considering how much they both seemed to enjoy it.
Gradually, after trying out some of Cas’ other spots, Sam’s fingers came to a halt, resting gently on the curve of his waist. He pressed his hands into the dip with a little more pressure than he was just using to soothe the post-tickling sensations creeping around under the Angel’s skin. Cas’ giggles came breathily, rolling in little groups.
Sam smiled adoringly. “Don’t tell me that hasn’t tired you out, now?”
Cas bit his grin as he came down from the laughter-high. “Ihihi… I am now sufficiently tired, I believe…”
“Good,” Sam moved a hand to tangle in Cas’ dark, messy hair. “See if you can try and get some rest now.” He pressed a soft kiss to his Angel’s forehead, lowering the volume on their TV and turning it back on.
Cas smiled, closing his eyes and allowing himself to soak in the heavy fatigue, barely noticing when Sam pulled their comforter up to his shoulders. He kept one hand beneath the blankets, rubbing wide circles across the plane of Cas’ back. One last sigh of content left his parted lips before sleep took over.