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I literally don't know, I just got the idea for this at like 3 in the morning so here's a bunch of nonsense about shotgunning and making out. Sam 14, Dean 18.
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- Part 4 of Wincest/Weecest
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Dean can’t leave well enough alone and Sam reveals a secret.
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Without hesitation, Dean dropped to his knees, burying his face in the wet seat of Sam’s jeans, teasing out the cutest little whimper.
“Am I- God, am I...” He trembled, voice soft.
“Yeah,” Dean groaned, muffled, nuzzling against the rough fabric. His fucking greatest dream came true. Precious, beautiful Sammy; an omega.
Dean always knew that whatever Sam presents as doesn't matter; he's going to fuck Sam hard and claim him either way. But, Dean never imagined that all eyes at school would be on his little brother, waiting to see what he will become and who will get to claim him as their mate. Sam goes into his first heat in the middle of class.
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"When I had the unparalleled pleasure of torturing her, Meg shared some tasty, terrible things about her time in Sam's head, back in the day." Crowley leaned over the table in the dungeon, his chains jingling. "And, as we've all been forced to acknowledge and exploit over the years, your sad little family drama is just rife with secrets. Your main export. Isn’t that right, Moose?"
Sam's palms were sweating. He stared at Crowley, who was staring back at him with this wry smile—and then, almost imperceptibly, Crowley's eyes flicked over to Dean.
Bile rose in Sam's throat. He knew.
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Sam said, "You know I wish you just wanted to fuck me? That would be easy, they've got words for that kind of messed up."
That just made Dean's pits sweat. He felt like Wile E. Coyote running into a tunnel painted onto a mountain face, little birds circling around his head. "Uh."
"What do you know about Jeffrey Dahmer?"
He'd been having a good day.