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“It could be nothing,” Dean suggests, half-heartedly trying to lighten the mood. Sam’s head is resting heavily in his hands, and Dean is quick to notice how he’s positioning his fingers in a way that avoids the bony outgrowths. “Might just go away by tomorrow. Who knows?”
Sam gives a weak, humourless laugh. “When have we ever been that lucky?”
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17 Jul 2026
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"Sometimes it feels better if you can hurt yourself, too, if you feel like you deserve it."
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17 Jul 2026
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Dean left a better life at Sonny’s for his little brother.
So when Sammy tries to run away, Dean doesn’t take the betrayal lightly.
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17 Jul 2026
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“It may seem undignified but Sam had his soul flayed by Satan himself, I think he deserves at least a bit of kindness - don’t you?”
Bobby shrugged, nursing his Irish coffee. “Kindness is one thing, nothing undignified about it, you’re right about that. I just wonder if we’ve gone beyond kindness and reached coddling.”
“Poor guy can hardly function.” Dean shot Bobby a glare, “He just needs help.” he clenched his jaw shut, refusing to argue further, for Sam’s sake. Angry voices would only frighten him.
“John was plenty of foul things,” Bobby’s solemn voice continued, “but he was nowhere near as bad as my horse shit father, so maybe I wouldn’t know the difference myself.”
Dean was not sure how to reply, so he didn’t.
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Sam had been tortured beyond what humanity was capable of comprehending. If he needed to be nurtured by his elder brother - or coddled as Bobby puts it - then so be it. He deserved a gentle hand after what he’d been through.
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17 Jul 2026
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The front seat of the Impala wasn't built for sex. Especially when the bench seat was pushed back as far as it'd go.
The leather creaked and the suspension protested. To any bystander, the rocking and fogged windows did little to hide what was going on inside.
It was a good thing they pulled off onto the side of the road, off a nearly empty interstate in the middle of nowhere. The Impala was parked haphazardly, tire marks in the gravel, front-end buried in shrubbery. Like whoever was driving was desperate to pullover and paid no mind to how they parked. From the road, the rocking backend was the only thing visible amidst the dead and dry bushes.
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Some good old fashioned love making in the Impala-- with a side of Dean's raging breeding kink, of course.Bookmarked by SmartUserNameHere
17 Jul 2026