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MASTERLIST

Untitled by

amber1960
[S9 AU-ish; Sam, Dean, Garth, Alex, Jody, Charlie, Dorothy, Kevin]
Sam's forgotten it's his birthday, but everyone else remembers. Sam keeps finding little gifts around the bunker, and Dean, Cas, Kevin, Charlie (anyone else you can think of) are handing out kisses and/or hugs to him like there's no tomorrow.

Vampire by

ladybastet92
[Pre-series; Sam & Dean]
Sam knew about monsters much younger than nine. When he notices his baby teeth are getting loose and one even comes out, he's terrified, thinking he must be one of the monsters his dad hunts.

Shorter Hair, Still Pretty by

chomaisky
[Art; Sam & Dean]
Sam can no longer pass as a Fed with that hair, so he gets it cut. Sam in the Fed suit with sunglasses and short hair.

the sun upon the lake is low by

stripysockette
[Sam & Cas]
Mentally or emotionally distressed Sam (I prefer current era, or at any rate later seasons) finds a pond with a heron. Watching the heron is soothing for him. He goes back every day. Just him and the heron and the weather. Or maybe one day Cas finds him, and watches Sam watch the heron.

don't scratch the wall/mark by

foolscapper
[S9; Sam, Dean, Magnus (9x16)]
Magnus does more than simply cut Sam. It takes Crowley longer to get to the boys, which leaves Magnus to torture Sam while a helpless Dean watches.

Hanta Virus by

spnlove101
[Sam, Dean; WIP]
It shouldn't have been a big deal. Dean and Sam had squatted in boarded up houses plenty of times. This shouldn't have been any different. This time, though, they needed a warded room. Before it could be warded, though, the walls and floors had to be cleaned. Dean left the cleaning and warding to Mr. Neat Freak OCD symbol dictionary and went out to interview witnesses. It isn't until weeks later that the symptoms start, and it isn't until days after that, when Sam can't breathe, that they finally understand the consequences. Hanta virus.

Here's to Many More by

center_galaxy
[AU; Sam, Dean, Jess, Cas, Charlie]
Growing up, Sam didn't always like his birthdays. Sometimes his dad forgets (but Dean makes it up to Sam). Sometimes his birthday falls during a hunt and Sam ends up being hurt and in hospital a la Winchester. So for his 31st birthday, Sam isn't expecting much but Dean has other ideas.

Sam & the Alpha Vamp by

amber1960
[Art; Sam, Alpha Vampire]
The Alpha vampire makes good on his threat to come back for Sam.

Careful With That Axe, Eugene by

crimsonepitaph
[S9; Sam, Dean, Magnus (9x16)]
While Magnus has Sam tied up he continues to cut and taunt Sam. Sam holds it together - he's been tortured before. It's not until Magnus threatens to possess him with one of the demons (or angel) he's been holding captive that he totally falls apart - begging, pleading for him not to do it. Dean witnesses (and now understands) just how emotionally messed up Sam is.

And He Didn't Let Go by

m14mouse
[S9; Sam, Dean]
Under the MoC's influence, Dean turns the first blade on Sam. There is angst.

Lifeline by

center_galaxy
[S9; Sam, Dean, Charlie]
Charlie is back from Oz for a quick visit. She and Sam get trapped somewhere dark and cold. Sam is badly injured or drugged and is really out of it. Charlie has to keep him from panicking while they wait for Dean.

Happy Birthday by AndThenBigBangHappened
[Sam, Dean]
Unknown prompt. How do Sam and Dean celebrate their birthdays?

Over and Over and Over Again by

center_galaxy
[S6; Sam, Dean]
It's a Tuesday, a regular Tuesday after the Apocalypse and everything and Sam wakes up to 'Heat of the Moment' playing on the radio. Dean almost doesn't understand why Sam nearly has a panic attack.

This is Personal by Anonymous
[Pre-series & S5 AU; Sam, Dean, Castiel]
Happy Birthday Sam! Today, you get an angel who wants to go back into the past and kill you! Otherwise known as: Anna travels back into the past to kill Sam when he was alone. Present!Dean and Present!Cas go back in time to save him and Dean is reminded of a few things that he's let anger and guilt forget--why he would do anything to protect his baby brother.

Beginner's Luck by

kcscribbler
[S9; Sam, Dean, Castiel
Give convalescent!Sam a house for his birthday. He can share it with Dean, Cas, Amelia, Jody, Kevin . . . just, not a car, not a family destiny batcave, but a house, one he'll get to keep.

Into the Night by

foolscapper
[Sam, Dean]
Sam finally gets to Disneyland. Who he's with, how he gets there, all up to you.

Someone Who Can Save a Life by

little_creek96
[Sam, Dean]
I wanna see Sam rescued from a vamps nest by his brother. I don't care how long they've had him, but I want extreme blood loss and Dean doing everything he can by himself - leaving Sam in a nest of blankets in the backseat as he steals some blood etc. Sam out of it but still apologizing that he's bleeding all over Dean, that Dean's having to break into a hospital, that Dean had to save him, that he got blood on the Impala's leather, etc.

Someone Who Can Save a Life by

mentholpixie
[Sam, Dean]
I wanna see Sam rescued from a vamps nest by his brother. I don't care how long they've had him, but I want extreme blood loss and Dean doing everything he can by himself - leaving Sam in a nest of blankets in the backseat as he steals some blood etc. Sam out of it but still apologizing that he's bleeding all over Dean, that Dean's having to break into a hospital, that Dean had to save him, that he got blood on the Impala's leather, etc.

Just What He Needed by

sanshal
[S7; Sam/Dean, nonsexual D/s]
Sam doesn't have much of a sexual drive anymore because his time in hell left him broken in ways he's not equipped to fix on his own. He wants someone to "punish" him (nothing too hardcore: spanking, humiliation, bondage, and/or a little pain play, etc are what I'm hoping for-- especially spanking). He tries to pick up men at dives, online, wherever he can, but it doesn't work out and after a close call with someone who didn't respect his boundaries, Dean (or someone else who cares for him) takes matters into his own hands. Cue a proper D/s session, complete with aftercare (cuddling!) and Sam getting what he needs. If it's Dean or Cas, I'd really prefer for him to be sexually attracted to Sam and just not act on it but total gen is fine, too.

Issues of Consent by

annie_46fic
[S9; Past Sam/Dean, Conditionally Asexual!Sam)
Sam and Dean repair their brotherly relationship after Gadreel, but Sam doesn't want to resume their sexual relationship. For the time being, with the accumulation of violations, he doesn't want to invite anyone across his body boundaries, period, but even if that changes, that's no longer a possibility for him with Dean. How do he and Dean work out proximity and forgiveness in the shadow of a no longer tenable past involvement? If you wish, let Sam go on to a tentative sexual relationship with someone else (Cas or not!dead!damn!it!Kevin or Jody would be my favorite picks), and look at how Sam and Dean's relationship weathers that development. Basically, I want to see Sam's sexuality impacted by his experience of body/self/consent violations, combined with post-wincest Sam n Dean.

Beyond Good and Evil by

kcscribbler
[S8; Sam and Dean]
Sam doesn't want to go out for his birthday, he would rather stay in the MoL bunker researching and he comes across a book of new devil's traps. Curious as to why they are different he draws on on the floor but when he tries to cross through it, he finds himself trapped. Trying to not panic as he waits for Dean to get back to the Batcave, Sam realizes that he feels exhausted and the longer he's in the trap the weaker he gets, these traps were designed to weaken demons not just hold them.

Sam's Inner Cat by

amber1960
[Sam and Dean]
Sam gets cursed/hexed/whatever to turn into a kitten every time he gets upset/angry/whatever-emotion-you-choose. Dean thinks having a fluffy little were-kitten for a brother is hilarious, and amuses himself by trying to startle Sam on the odd occasion just to watch it happen - but one day he legitimately upsets Sam enough for him to transform, and then can't find him afterwards.

Updated May 12, 2014.

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FILL- nonsexual D/s with sub!Sam, Sam/Dean; set during/after season 7

A/N- first time writing BDSM; please be kind.

Title: Just what he needed
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Sam forced his eyes open when he felt the impala stop, peering out of the windscreen to see their motel room directly ahead; pausing when Dean’s door didn’t creek open as his brother stormed out.

“Sammy?”

“Hmm?” That was the most he could do without putting pressure on his already abused throat.

“You wanna tell me what that was back there?”

Sam ducked his head- he had been hoping to avoid this talk and the combination of pain, unfulfilled need and embarrassment was never good. It sharpened his tongue and loosened his lips, making him rasp “It was something you’d ne’er hafta see if you hadn’t been stalking me!”

Dean let out a low growl at that, “Yeah; and if I hadn’t you’d have two dislocated shoulders and god knows what else by now!”

Sam bit his lip, chastised and unwilling to respond with something in the heat of the moment that he would end up regretting. So he took in a deep breath, wincing at the burn in his throat the action caused and responded evenly, “There are things you don’t know; Dean... things I- I can’t explain to you.”

“Try.”

Sam sighed, nodding in resignation, “Alright; how ‘bout this- I didn’t want you to save me back there ‘cause it was something I had wanted.”

“You wanted to be hurt?”

“Would it disappoint you terribly if I answered ‘yes’?” He returned.

“Huh.”

Sam twisted in his seat to glance at Dean at that. There was a muscle ticking in his brother’s jaw but the older man nodded his assent.

“I understand more than you think, Sammy... I just wish you’d trusted me enough to let me help you with this.”
The younger sibling’s eyes bulged- did Dean just...?

“Guess what I’m trying to say is this- no more sneaking out alone-” He raised his hand halting his protest, “You tell me when this...need arises and we’ll go. Together... I- I won’ interfere, but I will be sitting in on your- uh- your sessions. You’d have to tell your partner that before hand; ‘cause I don’t want a repeat of today; okay?”

“You think it’s easy to find doms?” Sam shot back, “No one will agree to have a third person sitting in!”

“Or; you could let me do this.” Dean continued as though he hadn’t interrupted, “I have a good idea of what it is you’re looking for and I’ll take care of it. And you know you’d be safe with me... I’d give you whatever you need; and I’ll do it without breaking you permanently.”

Sam’s jaw snapped shut with an audible click as he stared at his brother.

Dean smiled briefly as he turned to face him for the first time the conversation had started. “You don’t have to decide right this second... I’ll go and get us some dinner, and I want you to think about my offer while I’m gone. If- if you agree to do this, I’ll expect you to wait for me in just a towel... we’ll talk some more, but that will be after you make your choice. You have two hours.”

Sam blinked.

The older brother chuckled as he watched the dumfounded expression on his sibling’s face. “Two hours, Sammy. Now go.”

öö‡öö

Continued- (Part-2)

Sam settled himself on the floor, feeling weirdly self-conscious even with the towel present to hide his modesty. After all, living out of each other’s pockets the way they did, it wasn’t anything Dean hadn’t seen before- hell; his brother had seen him without even this while sewing up hunting injuries on two memorable occasions.

And yet, the knowledge of why he was currently attired as he was had his heart pitter-pattering dangerously fast.
He watched as the key turned in the door at two hours on the stroke, freezing briefly with the fear that someone other than Dean would step in and find him like this; but Dean’s familiar form stepped through and he relaxed (at least as much as he could) again. Kneeling mutely as he watched his brother take in his position and attire even though he didn’t say anything.

Dean carefully put away the cartons of Chinese before coming to stand before him.

Sam ducked his head in submission.

“Want you to look at me, Sammy.”

He jerked at the nickname- not having expecting it when they were doing-this. Hesitantly he glanced up, Dean’s gaze was calm…focused.

“Sir?”

Dean shook his head, “Want you to use my name, Kiddo.”

Sam nodded, he was still uncertain about taking this step with Dean, but since he had already taken the first step, he waited to see how his brother was going to handle it.

“So tell me, Sammy… any questions?”

Sam remained silent, allowing his confusion to come through in his hazel eyes.

“I know you’re got questions, kiddo. And I promised we’d talk. So c’mon, spill.”

“Why are you doing this?” The words burst out before he could censor them.

Dean chuckled, reaching out to scratch his scalp gently before moving to sit on the edge of his bed, pointing at a spot in front of to indicate he wanted Sam to approach. “I thought you wanted this?”

Still anxious about how he was expected to react, he didn’t climb to his feet to move to the new position; choosing to crawl there with Dean’s eyes laser focused on him.

“I did- do”, he amended, “I meant- why are you doing this?”

“Cause you need it.” His brother admitted plainly. “And I’d rather not walk in on some asshole hurting you beyond what you can endure… but mostly because I understand, you know?”

Sam blinked, waiting for him to continue.

“I get that it’s hard to believe you’re out at times and that pain is the only thing that can make this real… that the pain is different here… and-” he hesitated briefly, “And after so long, it feels almost necessary to keep functioning normally. How am I doing so far?”

Sam nodded, offering a small smile- he forgot sometimes that Dean had been to hell too. And even if he’d only spent forty years; it was more than could be said for anyone else. “You missed the part about how I need to be punished.”

“For what?” His brother snapped.

“Betraying you, starting the apocalypse, being soul-less… hurting you?”

“I’ve told you before and I’ll tell you again Sam, that wasn’t you. And you’ve more than made up for anything you did with your little stint in the Pit.”

“But you’re still willing to do this, right?”

“Yeah, yeah I am Sammy. But not for the reasons you mentioned… I mean, it’s not like it’s the first time I’d have to take care of you.”

“No, definitely not the first time,” Sam acknowledged, “But this is different… you know that, don’t you?”

“Um, yeah... And I guess I should confess to having had some experience in this regard.” Dean answered, leaning forward again to brush through Sam’s hair.

“As a dom?” Sam couldn’t help but ask, “When?”

“You were at Stanford.”

Dean had been a Dom? Sudden jealousy coursed through him for this unknown person Dean had care about so many years ago.

“So… what happened?”

“Nothing.” Dean smiled, the bastard had picked up on that flash of jealousy, “It was ne’er supposed to be a long-time thing. Just a part-time job, if you will.”

Sam nodded his understanding, “So… what now?”

tbc

Continued (Part-3)

“Safe-word,”

“What’s the point?” He failed to hide his frustration, “I mean, if the shit really hits the fan, it’s not gonna mean anything- it just a word.”

“You’re right,” Dean conceded and for the briefest second before his shutters came down, Sam saw the devastation in his eyes- the horrified knowledge that someone had failed to respect his baby brother’s boundaries. It was a moment before Dean visibly wrestled himself back under control, “It’s just a word; and trust me, I wish you didn’t know that… but humour me, please?”

In Sam’s experience, Dom’s never requested, they ordered and you had to obey; so Dean saying please was something of a surprise- not that it diminished his authority. The realization sent an illicit thrill through him that Dean could take control of him so smoothly without resorting to threats. It didn’t take him long for him to settle on his word- Metallica.

“Huh,” Dean grinned, “Knew you liked my music!”

Sam couldn’t help but smile- all the sorrow, the grief disappeared from his eyes when Dean grinned like that and to think he had put that smile on his dom’s face soothed the submissive in him.

“Alright, now I need you to pick another word, alright; Sammy? This word will not make me stop; but it will let me know that you’re reaching your limit. It’s like... like a warning, okay? Although, whether or not I choose to heed it is entirely at my discretion. I may stop or slow down, but then again; I might not. Clear?”

Sam swallowed; clearly his brother knew what he was doing. He nodded his understanding.

“So... what’s it gonna be, Sam?”

“Zeppelin”

Dean nodded his head to show his accent, “Metallica and Zeppelin. Good... good, distinctive words that don’t usually pop into conversation. Nice job, Sammy. Let’s hope you never have to use the first but make frequent use of the second, yeah?”

Sam couldn’t help the flush of satisfaction at the words; shifting awkwardly to hide their effect. “So... what now?”

Dean smiled, his eyes sparkling with intent, “Well, for starters, I punish you.”

“What? Why- I mean...?”

“Hush, Sammy. Don’t question me, okay?” The rebuke was gentle but swift.

Dean patted his lap and Sam felt the blush spread across his cheeks as he manoeuvred himself to lie across. His brother patted his back gently to settle him before unceremoniously yanking the towel off.

Sam yelped.

“You’re jerking me around, Sam?” The words were a low furious hiss.

“Dean-”

“Don’t Dean me!” The older brother snapped. “I told you to wait in just a towel if you wanted this... what? You thought this was a joke? God you must have been laughing at how big an idiot I was making myself out to be, huh?”

“No,” Sam’s voice was a strangled whisper as he twisted from his position still across his brother’s lap to peer up into the furious face. “I’m sorry... this is not a joke, Dean it’s just that I-”

“What?” Dean’s voice was low, concerned even despite the thread of anger underlying it still.

“I- I don’t think I’m ready for sex yet-”

“You think this is about sex?!”

“It isn’t?”

“God; no!” Dean snorted, anger dissipating completely, “I’ll be blistering your ass, Sammy; I need to see what kind of damage I’m inflicting to ensure that I don’t go overboard.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, ‘oh’.” Dean laughed, rubbing his back again to soothe even though Sam was fairly certain that he’d not been trembling. “Now drop ‘em and get back o’er here.”

Sam hesitated.

“You’re worse than a virgin, you know?” Dean growled playfully, evidently having caught on to the reason behind his hesitation. “Fine, I’ll keep my eyes closed till I feel you draped over my legs again that work for you?”

He nodded, flashing his brother a grateful smile before obeying the instructions once Dean’s eyes were closed.

When Dean’s arm clamped across his waist to hold him in place, he had to force his instincts to keep from kicking out. Dean massaged the tense muscles quietly for a minute before breaking the silence again. “You know why you’re being punished?”

tbc

Continued-(Part-4)

“I didn’t obey.”

“And?” Dean prods.

“And?” He repeats.

Dean’s sigh is possibly the worst sound he’s heard.

“And you didn’t keep yourself safe. If I hadn’t found you when I did, you’re arms would’ve been hanging out of your sockets by now.” The words are accompanied by gentle fingers rubbing circles into his shoulders.

“And the hook would have torn me.” Sam offers after a beat.

“Yeah,” Dean admitted, “Still can’t believe you let him put that thing in your ass.”

Sam shrugged, refusing to mention that the man had not taken his permission before inserting the anal-hook.

“How’s your throat?”

“Okay.” Sam answered instinctively, a bit surprised that the promised spanking wasn’t coming yet. The words had barely formed when a sharp hit landed across his vulnerable backside.

“The truth, Sam”

“Sore,” He admitted grudgingly, his hands now trapped high on his back when they’d flown in reaction to the sting of Dean’s hit and been trapped by his brother’s free hand.

“Breathing a problem?”

He shook his head mutely.

“Okay then; this is how it’s going to happen.” Dean told him, shifting him slightly to re-position him and Sam tensed, knowing Dean was gearing up to beat him raw in the earnest now.

“I’m going to deliver twenty swats- Five for each of your three possible injuries from earlier today and five for disobeying me.”

Sam nodded miserably. Given how strong Dean’s arm was, he guessed he wouldn’t be doing much sitting the next day.

“And I want you to count. But most importantly, Sam; if at any point things become too much for you, I want you to safe-word out; alright? There’s no shame in using your safe-word.”

He nodded his acceptance.

Dean resumed massaging the still stinging skin of his derrière, kneading the muscles till they relaxed. “For tonight I’m going to be using my hand... And maybe tomorrow we can go and pick out a proper paddle for you. How does that sound?”

Sam felt his skin flame at the words, imagining the mortification of having to pick out an implement for his punishment.

“Also, we could see about setting up a daily disciple session for you; keep a tally of any infarctions and add it to the daily score. How does that sound, hmm?”

Sam fidgeted at the words, relaxing as he realized Dean was planning long-term and that he wouldn’t have to go hunting for men to do this for him again.

“But I’m getting ahead of myself, I guess. Let’s get your first set over with, alright? Ready?”

Sam nodded; trying to relax his muscles for the blow and tensing anyway when the sharp smack landed right on his sit-spot.

“Count it out, Sammy.” Dean reminded.

“One,”

The second stroke fell on his other cheek and Sam had to grab Dean’s leg to stop himself from falling forward with the force of the hit, “T-Two.”

By the fifth hit, the whole area from his lower back to the tops of his thighs was tingling. Dean’s blows were nowhere near to what he was capable of; but nevertheless they hurt enough to make him wonder how he would ever endure twenty of them.

By the tenth hit, Dean’s arm across his waist was the only thing keeping him from falling off.

By the fifteenth hit, he had long since given up trying to keep track of the count; too busy crying and howling in pain to even think of maintaining his register. And despite the ache he could feel radiating from the abused area, it never even crossed his mind to use his safe word- the pain liberating in a way he could not express.

By the time the twentieth blow landed, he was reduced to incoherent pleas and full-out sobbing. Sam was too out of it to even realize when the spanking stopped or when he was cradled in his big brother’s comforting arms. It was only when Dean began rubbing some soothing ointment into the sore muscles that he came back to himself; docilely curling into his dom’s hold when Dean pulled him closer.

tbc

Continued (Part-5)

The knowledge that his face was wet with snot and tears was almost as bad as the realisation that hiccupping sobs were still wracking his frame occasionally.

“Sshh... it’ll be fine... I’ve got you.”

He let out a low sound of satisfaction at that, burrowing closer to hide his face in his brother’s neck.

“Okay?” Dean whispered.

He nodded, reluctantly detangling from that secure hold, moaning in surprise when Dean refused to let go and pulled him closer.

“Hungry?” His brother asked after a moment.

He nodded briefly, having forgotten about their waiting diner till that moment.

“Alright; sit tight.” Dean told; shifting away to fetch the cartons and a clean wash-cloth to clean Sam’s face.

It was only when his brother rose that he noticed the impressive bulge to the front of his jeans. “Dean?”

His brother shook his head, returning with the food and placing it on the side table to clean Sam face before joining him again, “This isn’t about me, Sammy. Don’t worry ‘bout it.”

He relaxed against the firm chest and accepted being fed, smiling when he realized that Dean wasn’t even trying to alleviate his arousal by rubbing against him.

“Dean-”

“Was this okay, Sam?” His brother repeated as he put the cartons and forks away.

“Yeah, more than.”

“So... you wanna continue or-”

“Continue.” He interrupted.

Dean smiled, relaxing, “Nothing hurts too bad, right?”

He shook his head, eyes still on that rapidly reducing bulge. Maybe someday he would be brave enough to ask and Dean would let him help with that. But for now, snuggling up next to his dom was exactly what he needed.

The end.

Omg thank you so much!! This fill was everything I was looking for. I loved Sam explaining himself to Dean and Dean taking care of him while still being a big brother, insisting Sam not call him anything else. Thank you, thank you, thank you <3

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