court-of-secrets

every time something good happens to me it’s because i’m being rewarded for being a wincest shipper, i just know it

hard launch!

╰┈> summary: your obsessed with biting deans biceps.

dean had long since accepted that you were weird.

at first he’d catch you zoning out during research, your chin propped in your palm, eyes nowhere near the lore book in front of you- instead staring at his arms. specifically, whenever he rolled the sleeves of his flannel past his elbows.

dean leaned back in his chair trying—and failing—to hide the smug grin spreading across his face.

“sweetheart” he teased, “you got a thing for muscles?”

you buried your face in your hands with a groan. “…its embarrassing.”

“nah.” his grin widened. “kinda flattering.”

then it started as a joke the first time you grabbed his arm during a movie marathon, frowned thoughtfully before sinking your teeth into the solid curve of his bicep- the toned skin rough under your soft lips.

“ow- what the hell?” dean groaned looking at the noticeable marks of your teeth dug into his skin.

“you just look biteable!” you whined, nudging your cheek into his bicep.

“…seriously? no wonder the hounds love me..”

you nodded with complete sincerity before kissing the mark gently like you hadn’t just assaulted him…

…now it was just… a thing.

dean would be sprawled across the motel bed after a hunt, sleeves rolled up and exhausted. you’d wander over without a word, curl up against his side, wrap around his arm with both hands and bite. not hard enough to hurt—just enough to leave the faint crescent marks and kisses that disappeared by morning.

“there she goes.” dean would sigh dramatically. “my little vampire, always gotta have somethin in your mouth huh?”

you’d hum against his skin taking in his scent- taking in him and refusing to let go while he’d try to keep up the fake complaints.

“y’know normal girlfriends kiss their boyfriends…”

“i do kiss you!”

“you also gnaw on me.”

“it’s affectionate.” you sigh while dean rolls his eyes so hard it was a wonder they didn’t get stuck.

“…yeah.” he’d mutter unable to hide the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth- unable to hide how much he actually enjoys the feel of your lips all over him.

I think about how Scott could actually hear Lydia's heart stop or slow down after they rescued her from eichen house. And I wonder if he suddenly thought of how he could hear Allison's heart stop beating, her blood stop flowing through her veins, and everything just becomes still.

God, he must have been so scared and then so relieved to hear Lydia's heart pumping again. Slow, but still pumping. I don't think he would've been able to handle another death. And I'm of the opinion that he wouldn't have healed if Lydia died. And he'd have done anything to bring her back, I mean anything.

Huge fan of A/B/O supernatural where Dean walks into that motel room with Sam and Ruby and they both immediately freeze up, absolutely, undoubtedly sure he can scent it. Ruby knows they can’t hide it, so she’s scrambling for some explanation while standing in the doorway staring at Dean, jumping to the thought that their last hope is that he won’t realize it’s her.

But Dean so fucked up from hell that he’s not used to Sam’s scent anymore. His alpha should be able to pick up on the subtlest of differences, especially something like this, especially in another alpha he knows so well, but hell has dulled that, it’s dulled everything.

So miraculously, he doesn’t realize. Of course, the room is filled with the cloying sex scent, strong enough that even a beta like Bobby wrinkles his nose at it, but Dean just ignores the smell of sex and clasps Sam into a hug, not so much as blinking when Ruby causally makes her leave, her eyes locking with Sam’s in question and promise as she walks out the door.

It cracks something inside Sam that Dean can’t realize, it’s some fucked up physical manifestation of how badly hell has messed Dean up, but of course he is so relieved that Dean can’t tell yet. Maybe he’ll never be able to tell. Maybe Sam won’t ever have to admit to his big brother what he’s done.

But then when Dean does see them together again, and he’s not quite so jolted and messed up anymore, he knows.

And the accusation is not only: “You’re working with the demon.” It’s worse.

He turns to Sam, nearly in disbelief.

Dean’s mouth freezes, lips stuttering like he can’t believe the words he’s saying. His head turns back to Ruby, her name falling from his lips as a confirmation.

“Ruby.”

She nods, oddly still, defensive, cautious.

And Dean turns back to Sam, voice more strained than Sam has ever heard it.

“You mated her?”