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Mon, 31 Dec 2012 02:47:54 -0500

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Sam/Dean

Mon, 31 Dec 2012 01:30:34 -0500

Pairing: D/S

Prompt: When Dean spoke with Death, Death told Dean he would one day reap God. When Sam spoke with Lucifer, Lucifer told him God had banished Lucifer for refusing to love mankind more than God. When Sam and Dean died and went to heaven, they spoke with Joshua who said he thought God might be lonely. All of these things are intimately connected - it just takes the boys a little longer than normal to figure it out - Death will reap God, but that doesn’t mean God doesn’t have plans for a replacement.. or replacements.

Cue the boys learning the hard way about their new powers - from the sudden inability to drown to materialization of things they want. Bonus points for Sam and Dean fumbling their way into the realization that they feel more for one another as the story progresses.

I would really, REALLY love to see this as a long fic.. if someone wants to use it as a big bang idea, I’d be over the moon, but that’s not necessary at all. :3 Thank you!

Prompt

Mon, 31 Dec 2012 01:30:30 -0500

Pairing: J2

Request: NC-17 rated J2 fic to the tune of Dead Man On Campus.

Second Prompt

Mon, 31 Dec 2012 01:30:28 -0500

Pairing: J2

Request: J2 fic in which the boys are dared to act out and record a steamy Wincest fic, leading to all kinds of confusion.

Third Prompt

Mon, 31 Dec 2012 01:30:22 -0500

Pairing: Wincest

Request: Dean and Sam have to go undercover at a private, gay couples only resort in San Francisco to find out what kind of monster randomly and violently kills the male guests, taking or eating the victims’ brains and genitals when it does. Almost as soon as they get there, one of the other guys that happens to be in anopen relationship takes a liking to Dean, and Sam finds himself more jealous than he’s ever been. After that he starts focussing more on his brother than on the case, touching him all of the time under the pretense of keeping their cover. Dean just soaks up Sam’s attention like he’s been dying for it. It goes on from there, until they can’t deny how crazy they are about each other. Super hot sex happens, they finally find and kill the monster, and then they drive away with their hands entwined.

Fourth Prompt

Mon, 31 Dec 2012 01:30:15 -0500

Pairing: Wincest

Request: Dean is turned into a Shapeshifter - the kind that can change into one certain animal and has traits of that animal even in Human form - and he takes Sam to Bobby’s to do some research. He’s looking for a cure, the reason he hasn’t turned evil, and the reason he can’t seem to keep his hands off of his little brother. He finds out that there is no cure, some supernatural beings really are good, and that his stupid instincts are driving him to have sex with Sam - to turn him and claim him as Dean’s mate for life. Like that’s not freaky enough, Sam doesn’t really seem all that opposed to the idea, Meanwhile, they still haven’t found out how to kill the Leviathons permanently or what the evil fuckers are planning. Then Castiel shows up, Human and guilty and confused, and not one of them can stay truly mad at him. They accept him back and help him the best that they can, Dean even going so far as to start teaching him how to fight. Sam is pretty spooked, having a hard time keep a hold on reality, and being around Dean makes it easier so for the most part he just quietly follows the older Winchester around. Dean still touches Sam way too much - he can’t help it - but he fights the whole mating idea wih everything in him. Then, when Castiel hears about the whole drama, he says it’s a shame that Dean won’t go through with it because that kind of bonding would probably help Sam a lot.

Submitted by: janecanblog Pairing: Sam/Dean Prompt: Post-7x02 but the more canon you can weave in...

Fri, 02 Mar 2012 19:34:12 -0500

Submitted by: janecanblog

Pairing: Sam/Dean

Prompt: Post-7x02 but the more canon you can weave in the better. The cut on Sam’s hand works just fine to figure out what he’s hallucinating when things are happening real time, but what about his memories? I’d like to see a story where Sam is dealing with trying to figure out which of his memories are real and which ones Lucifer planted in his head while he was in the pit. If you’ve read the Hunger Games trilogy, I’m looking for something similar to the way Peeta plays “Real or Not Real?” with Katniss during Mockingjay. Basically, Sam has to start asking Dean about things he remembers to make sure he’s remembering the right things. I think Dean probably figures out something is wrong before Sam does, like Sam makes references to things that never actually happened, or gives Dean these strange looks sometimes like he wants to kiss him. Maybe what sets off the whole thing is that Sam does kiss Dean, because he remembers kissing Dean before, but Dean is very confused because they certainly have never done that before. Bonus points for angst with a hopeful ending.

Chase the Morning, Part 1

Thu, 29 Dec 2011 14:22:00 -0500

Chase the Morning, Part 1:

Fill for this post.

Submitted by: 67CHEVYIMPALA & TEXASBOWLEGS

Pairing: J2

Prompt: J2 High school. Jensen is a senior, the stage manager for their school’s upcoming performance (your choice) and Jared is one of the stage hands whom Jensen likes to ride a little hard… in more ways than one. One evening, Jensen decides the lighting booth is the perfect place to corner Jared for a little one on one and that’s where things get interesting. The lights are changing colors at an erratic rate and neither of them bothered to switch off their headsets. Now everyone knows, including that dick Chad who can’t keep his mouth shut. SHAMELESS SMUT!

Chapter: 1/2

Word Count: 3,875

Submitted by: j2annon Pairing: Wincest Prompt: So when I was...

Fri, 25 Nov 2011 22:37:35 -0500

Submitted by: j2annon

Pairing: Wincest

Prompt: So when I was out shopping the other day I saw this personal pie maker thingy. I’d love a fic where Dean finds one of these, and buys this as a ‘gift’ for Sammy, and then spends the next couple weeks just pestering Sammy to bake his some mini-pies. (Because obviously Dean can’t bake, so he’s gotta get his Sammy to be his pie bitch.)

Prompt: Jared doesn’t hear from Jensen within these hours,...

Fri, 25 Nov 2011 22:30:00 -0500

Prompt: Jared doesn’t hear from Jensen within these hours, reads this somewhere and starts freaking out, becoming really upset that there won’t be anything between Jensen and him, and he gets really upset, but then Jensen proves him wrong, somehow :D

Submitted by: bitchjerkfreak

Pairing: J2

Submitted by: 67chevyimpala & texasbowlegs Pairing: J2 Prompt: J2 High school. Jensen is a...

Wed, 09 Nov 2011 15:04:00 -0500

Submitted by: 67chevyimpala & texasbowlegs

Pairing: J2

Prompt: J2 High school. Jensen is a senior, the stage manager for their school’s upcoming performance (your choice) and Jared is one of the stage hands whom Jensen likes to ride a little hard… in more ways than one. One evening, Jensen decides the lighting booth is the perfect place to corner Jared for a little one on one and that’s where things get interesting. The lights are changing colors at an erratic rate and neither of them bothered to switch off their headsets. Now everyone knows, including that dick Chad who can’t keep his mouth shut. SHAMELESS SMUT!

Fill: Chase the Morning

Desperate Need

Tue, 08 Nov 2011 14:23:00 -0500

applepiedemon:

Trying to get Sam to help him, to find a non-existing oil leak on the Impala, to distract him from his fears, might not have been the most brilliant idea, Dean has ever come up with.

But he just couldn’t stand it much longer, couldn’t bare to see his brother closing up more and more, doing nothing than sitting around, brooding and feeling miserable about something, which Dean is pretty damn sure is not going to happen.

Sam is not going back to hell. Not as long as Dean’s still alive and breathing.

Right now, they are lying side by side on their backs, pressed closely together on the dusty old blanket, and staring up at the underfloor of the Impala.

Dean is pretty sure that Sam knows, they won’t find any oil leak there, but at least he got his brother out of Bobby’s house. And that’s progress.

Fumbling awkwardly on one of the car’s break hoses, Dean rolls his head and looks over at his nonvocal brother. What he sees nearly breaks his heart. Sam’s staring at nothing in particular, while silent tears find their way from the corners of Sam’s eyes into his hair.

“Sam…” he begins hesitantly, not really sure what to say. They’ve been through this before. Several times.

Sam croaks, his voice breaking: “I just don’t want to be so afraid all the time. I want to feel good every once in a while. I-I just don’t think I’m strong enough.”

There are no words left, that Dean has not said before, and so he just turns around, to face his brother’ side, closing his arms around him, pulling him close.

“I know, Sam” he whispers into Sam’s damp neck, near the collar of his shirt, “I know…”

Sam sniffs a little, takes a deep breath, then slowly turns around to look into his brother’s eyes.

Dean looks back into Sam’s eyes; they are red-rimmed and still overflowing with tears his brother did not have allowed himself to shed for a long time. It hurt’s to see them, now. But even Dean know that it’s a good thing to let go every once in a while.

So he just watches and holds his brother, stroking little circles on his back with one hand.

He still watches as Sam’s gaze wanders between his eyes and his mouth. Back and forth.

Then Sam leans in.

It startles Dean for a split second, to feel his brothers wet lips pressed gently against his own. But after that split second of insecurity is over, Dean goes on pure instinct.

He lets his lips go pliant, and kisses Sam back. Soft,intimate glides against forbidden, wet lips.

His brother whimpers, as Dean kisses him back tentatively, pulls him closer and starts to lick at at Dean’s bottom lip.

There might be a thousand and one reasons, Dean should not kiss Sam back. But there is one reason, he why he does: It feels wonderful, heavenly, new but familiar at the same time. It’s Sam. His Sammy.

After a few seconds,Sam’s tongue finds it’s way into Dean’s half-open mouth, and Dean welcomes it with long, slow strokes of his own. He can’t help it, as a low moan find’s it’s way into their kiss. He can’t stop himself. It’s like something finally unfolded, deep inside of him.

The kiss becomes more urgent, more intimate by the second and Dean puts one of his legs between his brother’s, needing some friction against his swelling dick, blood pulsing loudly in his ears, blending everything else out.

He finds Sam hard. A persistant press against the crook of his hip, he rocks slightly, not able to restrain himself.

“Touch me…” Sam whispers after he’d pulled away from the kiss “Please…”

What comes next, happens in a blur: Dean gasps and unbuckles Sam’s belt, pushing his had under his brother’s boxers in one fluid motion.

As his hand makes contact, he can feel Sam’s cock painfully erect, the veins standing out against the velvety skin and hot fluid already covering the head, leaking out of the slit.

“Sam, oh god…” Dean presses out between pants of heavy breathing against searching lips. “You really want this?”

Sam answers with a small nod, catching Dean’s lips again, tasting him deeply again.

Dean feels a little dizzy at this point, his own dick throbbing and pushing against the fly of his jeans. He starts to rock against the crook in Sam’s hip, in small erratic moves.

HIs hand slowly picking up a rhythm, stroking Sam, squeezing around the length, his whole palm covered with precome by now, easing the way.

Suddenly Sam pulls his lips away, burying his face between Dean’s neck and collarbone.

“Faster, please….I need to come. So bad. Didn’t come in days” he rasps hoarsely and hot against his brother’s skin.

Dean does just that. He goes faster, twisting his wrist, stroking and squeezing.

Sam’s panting, whimpering “Yeah, Dean, s-so close…”

Moving his groin against Sam in an erratic movement, Dean can feel his balls go tight, pulling close to his body, feeling himself rush to his own release.

After a few seconds, Sam freezes, groans and spurts long,hot ropes of come over Dean’s palm and wrist, as Dean keeps stroking, pressing himself against Sam.

Shortly after, everything seems to stop, as Dean feels himself coming against the inside of his boxer briefs. It feels so intense, he stops breathing for a few seconds.

Panting and gasping, Sam kisses him again, getting slower and more languid with each glide of their lips.

“Did….did you just come in your pants?” he asks as they both slowly come down from their first shared orgasm.

Dean pulls back to look at his debauched brother and smirks.

The sound of the little chuckle Sam lets out, might be the best sound Dean has heard in weeks.

A fill to this prompt on ficit

ficit:

Submitted by: anon

Pairing: Wincest

Prompt: I want to see Sam afraid to go back to Hell so Dean distracts him by having him help repair the Impala, which turns into sex on the hood.

thirdbreathh: Title: Law Books & Dirty Coveralls, Part 3 Categories: J2, AU, slash. Summary:...

Mon, 07 Nov 2011 01:59:00 -0500

thirdbreathh:

Title: Law Books & Dirty Coveralls, Part 3

Categories: J2, AU, slash.

Summary: Started for this prompt from ficit.

Warnings: none yet.

NaNoWriMo Word Count: 5603/50000

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thirdbreathh: Title: Law Books & Dirty Coveralls, Part 2 Categories: J2, AU, slash. Summary:...

Sun, 06 Nov 2011 15:37:00 -0500

thirdbreathh:

Title: Law Books & Dirty Coveralls, Part 2

Categories: J2, AU, slash.

Summary: Started for this prompt from ficit.

Warnings: None yet.

NaNoWriMo Word Count: 3917/50000.

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thirdbreathh: Title: Law Books & Dirty Coveralls, Part 1 Category: J2, AU, slash. Summary:...

Sun, 06 Nov 2011 15:36:00 -0500

thirdbreathh:

Title: Law Books & Dirty Coveralls, Part 1

Category: J2, AU, slash.

Summary: Started for this prompt from ficit. 50k, here we go.

Warnings: None for this part. Plenty in the future though.

NaNoWriMo Word Count: 1832

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Submitted by: anon Pairing: J2 Prompt: We’ve heard from countless interviews & such that...

Sun, 06 Nov 2011 01:03:36 -0400

Submitted by: anon

Pairing: J2

Prompt: We’ve heard from countless interviews & such that Jared & other people from SPN think that Jensen is a great actor, very professional, A+, etc. What if Jensen just acts so “professional” because he’s so uneasy being lauded for his talents? What if he’s ALWAYS acting because he’s so shy and/or has low self-esteem? What does Jared do when he realizes this? Especially when Jensen tries to play it off, becoming more and more agitated & anxious.

67chevyimpala: ficit: Submitted by: anon Pairing: J2 Prompt: I would really like to read a fic...

Sat, 05 Nov 2011 19:12:00 -0400

67chevyimpala:

ficit:

Submitted by: anon

Pairing: J2

Prompt: I would really like to read a fic with Jensen comforting Jared about Harley. I’m feeling rather heartbroken about Harley’s passing and I can’t even imagine how devastated Jared is about it. There doesn’t need to be any sex in it, I just really want some comforting and consoling going on between J2 over the loss of Harley.

(We feel your pain, Anon!!)

When Jensen answered the phone, the voice on the other end was garbled.

“Jay?”

“I— I need—”

“Hey, hang on man. I’m on my way.”

They hang up, Jensen not needing to know what the call was about. His friend was upset, called him and that was all it took. He’d be there at his side for whatever this was. It took him a little longer to get to Jared because he stopped for these little danish rolls he knows have magical powers in putting a smile on his friend’s face.

Upon arrival, however, he knew that the little white pastry bag wasn’t going to fix this.

Jared’s face was stained with tears, openly sobbing in short hiccuping spurts as he takes in the sight of his best friend. “Jen, Harley… he…”

That’s all it took. Jensen knew that Harley wasn’t doing well for a while and this breakdown Jared was experiencing could only mean one thing. “Fuck, Jay. I’m so sorry.” Jensen consoled, taking Jared into a tight, comforting hug as he kicked the front door closed behind him.

Only a few seconds more before Jared’s knees gave out on him and Jensen followed, pulling him close, brushing Jared’s long hair out of his face and whispering whatever comforting words came to mind first. By now, Jared was wailing, mourning the loss of his beloved pet and Jensen held him through it.

They sat in a crumbled mass in the foyer of Jared’s home, Jensen finding a wall to lean against as Jared curled up in his lap and along his side. Sadie came and tried to comfort her owner as well, licking his face and Jared buried his face in her fur, holding her close and protected as Jensen cradled them both.

After a while, Jensen wasn’t sure how long, Jared’s violent sobs calmed down into a quieter stream of tears. He let Jensen hold him, not really being used to coddled in quite this manner and his chest ached with the loss.

It was quiet between them, Jensen raking his fingers through Jared’s hair soothingly when Jared broke the silence. “Thank you.” His voice cracked and scratched in his throat, his insides burning with loss and emotion.

Jensen’s eyes were closed, head tilted back and he cleared his throat before responding. “It’s what I’m here for, Jay.” Then he patted Jared’s shoulder before hearing the tell tale paper-like crinkling of the pastry bag.

“You brought me danishes.” Jared said fondly, his voice soft. “Knew I kept you around for a reason.” Then he chuckled lightly, more a body spasm than an actual laugh, but the it was the thought that counts.

Jensen laughed as well, shifting his weight and moving his leg slightly. His ass went numb hours ago, but Jared’s comfort was more important than his own. “I did,” was all he could think of to say in reply, but his words held everything he couldn’t put into words.

Jared sat up then, his head feeling heavy and full of cotton, taking a bite of the flaky pastry and nodded his approval. “Thank you,” he said again, the words muffled around the sugary substance.

Stretching his legs out, Jensen nodded, “You’re welcome, Jay.” He was quiet for a couple beats, watching Jared pick at his danish, a soft smile on his face. “After all, what are friends for?”

Jared couldn’t argue that, so he handed him a bite of his danish instead.

Submitted by: anon Pairing: J2 Prompt: I would really like to read a fic with Jensen comforting...

Sat, 05 Nov 2011 17:49:00 -0400

Submitted by: anon

Pairing: J2

Prompt: I would really like to read a fic with Jensen comforting Jared about Harley. I’m feeling rather heartbroken about Harley’s passing and I can’t even imagine how devastated Jared is about it. There doesn’t need to be any sex in it, I just really want some comforting and consoling going on between J2 over the loss of Harley.

(We feel your pain, Anon!!)

Fill: (untitled fic by 67chevyimpala)

psychicwonder: Based on prompt here from ficit. Submitted...

Thu, 03 Nov 2011 05:14:00 -0400

psychicwonder:

Based on prompt here from ficit.

Submitted by: WEDNESDAY-D
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Genre: Future!fic Au
Prompt: (I can’t believe I’m posting this, but I’ve been thinking about it for *months*) A few hundred years in the future, aliens land on Earth. They’re human-like and try to understand/connect with the Earthlings. Things go south and they end up leaving hastily before any mass killings start - although some fights do happen. They take (*coughkidnapcough*) a few men and women to further study the human race. Jared is a soldier among the men.

The aliens have one of the greatest doctors/researchers in the Universe, Dr. Jensen R. Ackles who is not very much on board with the kidnapping and studying thing, but they make him do it anyway (threaten him/his family whatever). He tries to disobey and help the Earthlings or save them etc but to no avail. He and Jared form a kind of bond and at the end Jensen finds a way to escape, heading back to Earth where Jensen can actually pass as a human.

“Ackles. Aaaackles. Jensen!”

Jensen sits upright, breathing in sharply, daze of sleeping still making his head fuzzy and the world a bit too bright. “Rude,” he half-heartedly sighs, rubbing a hand over his face, feeling the rough stubble. “What do you want, Alona?”

She’s leaning against the doorframe, one eyebrow cocked, giving him that look that he hates. He can feel it burning holes in his head. “You’re an idiot. You were supposed to meet up with Beaver two hours ago.”

Jensen jerks up out of his chair, hands gripping the arm rests and heaving himself up. “Oh, but- Alona why didn’t you come get me? That was an important meeting! I’m supposed to be preparing to present my resea-”

“Ackles, shut up,” he can never figure out why he’s still not fired her. She’s got an attitude that could win a war just through stubbornness. “He rang me when you were ten minutes missing and asked me to check on you… I told him you were sleeping with your face glued to your desk and drool spilling everywhere and he’d need to bump it. You’re on tomorrow at- damn, I hate earth-time. Tomorrow at three and a half pm. Right now, you have twenty minutes before you need to be down in the lab.” Right. That’s why he doesn’t fire her. She’s a walking Goddess who’s the only reason he is ever on time. Jensen’s up on his feet in no time with the intent to clean his teeth and tongue before he heads down to the lab, fumbling towards the door to the wash room, when he feels something warm pushed against his skin. “You don’t have time, Doctor. Drink your earth-mud and go.”

Earth-mud. He snorts and rolls his eyes. While he’d been down on the planet Earth for seven of their earth-months with some of the other researches and doctors, he’d found himself quite enjoying their “coffee.” It was a drink that would cause physical reactions that resulted in them being able to stay alert longer. Jensen doesn’t react as strongly to the caffeine in it as the humans do, but he finds his race doesn’t react as strongly to most stimuli when compared with humans.

So Jensen’s out of his simulated room (arranged to look exactly like his living quarters back on his home-planet) not long after, struggling to get his arm through the sleeves of his science coat while not spilling his coffee everywhere, paperwork carefully clenched between his first set of teeth. When’s he’s finally got himself all in order halfway to his laboratory, he rakes his fingers through his limp hair (overworked, he thinks, I need to make room to wash myself later on today) and glances over the legal documents he has. The top pages are the beginning procedures to be completed, and the rest of them are all the known medical history and facts about their specimens. Alona will need to file it away later, but he needs it right now so he can get to know them all better. By the time he’s done- unfortunately- he will have knowledge of all of the humans they took from earth, inside and out.

Completely.

Submitted by: minutestomonths Pairing: J2 AU Prompt: j2 au dom!jensen training sub!jared

Tue, 01 Nov 2011 23:13:13 -0400

Submitted by: minutestomonths

Pairing: J2 AU

Prompt: j2 au dom!jensen training sub!jared