Remains The Same - Chapter 7
Summary: Set after Season 3. It’s been 2 years since Dean was dragged to Hell. Unable to find a way to bring his brother back, Sam has been living a miserable solitude of working cases on his own. When learning of a demon named Alorest is being risen to Earth, he arrives at the grave of his brother to find that the demon has taken form in his brother’s corpse. But, is Alorest just a demon, or really the creature Dean has become after suffering in Hell for so long?
Word Count for this Chapter: 5.9k
Previous Content: Prologue Part 1 l Prologue Part 2 l Chapter 1 l Chapter 2 l Chapter 3 l Chapter 4 l Chapter 5 l Chapter 6
Alorest watched the shower drain in silence, the swirls of grime and red little curling streams circling around before they went down, out of sight, out of mind. He scrubbed his arm, pressing the slab of flesh together until it mended itself. He finished up fast enough, once the tub under his feet was clean, gore free, and he shut the water down. He climbed from the shower, toweled off and joined Sam on the bed. Demons can’t get tired, but he still felt so completely exhausted.
Sam was laid flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling when he heard Alorest come out of the bathroom. It had been a while since he had gotten so active during a job, his muscles ached in ways that were almost foreign to him now. He noticed that it hurt to make just about any sort of facial expression, when he reached up he could feel a cut just beneath his left eye on his cheekbone. Sam, despite how much it hurt, grinned at Alorest and reached his hand out to pull the demon down next to him.
Alorest laid his head on the pillow by Sam, wet hair soaking the cotton as he reached out, touching the larger man’s stomach with hesitant fingers, “Guess we’re lucky she cut my throat an’ not your’s,” He said sarcastically, hand smoothing over the patch on Sam’s side.
“Still not something I care to ever see again,” Sam rolled to his side so he could see Alorest better, it hurt to even move.
“Woulda been worse if it mattered,” The demon responded, licking his lips and staring into Sam’s eyes, “You thirsty?”
“Maybe,” Sam whispered as he leaned in and kissed his brother’s forehead.
+ demon!dean + demon dean + rp + roleplay + role play + role playing + carryonmywincestsounds + wincest
Remains The Same - Chapter 6
Summary: Set after Season 3. It’s been 2 years since Dean was dragged to Hell. Unable to find a way to bring his brother back, Sam has been living a miserable solitude of working cases on his own. When learning of a demon named Alorest is being risen to Earth, he arrives at the grave of his brother to find that the demon has taken form in his brother’s corpse. But, is Alorest just a demon, or really the creature Dean has become after suffering in Hell for so long?
Word Count for this Chapter: 5.9k
Previous Content: Prologue Part 1 l Prologue Part 2 l Chapter 1 l Chapter 2 l Chapter 3 l Chapter 4 l Chapter 5
Alorest watched the shower drain in silence, the swirls of grime and red little curling streams circling around before they went down, out of sight, out of mind. He scrubbed his arm, pressing the slab of flesh together until it mended itself. He finished up fast enough, once the tub under his feet was clean, gore free, and he shut the water down. He climbed from the shower, toweled off and joined Sam on the bed. Demons can’t get tired, but he still felt so completely exhausted.
Sam was laid flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling when he heard Alorest come out of the bathroom. It had been a while since he had gotten so active during a job, his muscles ached in ways that were almost foreign to him now. He noticed that it hurt to make just about any sort of facial expression, when he reached up he could feel a cut just beneath his left eye on his cheekbone. Sam, despite how much it hurt, grinned at Alorest and reached his hand out to pull the demon down next to him.
Alorest laid his head on the pillow by Sam, wet hair soaking the cotton as he reached out, touching the larger man’s stomach with hesitant fingers, “Guess we’re lucky she cut my throat an’ not your’s,” He said sarcastically, hand smoothing over the patch on Sam’s side.
“Still not something I care to ever see again,” Sam rolled to his side so he could see Alorest better, it hurt to even move.
“Woulda been worse if it mattered,” The demon responded, licking his lips and staring into Sam’s eyes, “You thirsty?”
“Maybe,” Sam whispered as he leaned in and kissed his brother’s forehead.
+ demon!dean + demon dean + wincest + carryonmywincestsounds + rp + role play + roleplay + roleplaying
Freaky Tuesday - Part 2 of 4 - The Swap - RP with CarryOnMyWincestSounds
Summary: When on a case, the brothers are taken by surprise when they realize they’ve… Swapped bodies some how.
Complete Length: 14.9k
Season: 3ish
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Sam propped his upper body up on his elbows, “What’re you tal-” He paused, his breathing slowing as he realized he didn’t have it under control, “It’ll uh, it’ll go away eventually,” He stammered as he shifted his hips uncomfortably.
Dean narrowed his brows. “Mine did,” He admitted before he could stop himself. Some times he was the shameless one. Who cares though, he’d literally just suggested Sam do the same to his own body.
“I get that you practically jacked me off in the shower, I do,” The younger Winchester hesitated, eyes blown wide, “But I’m still not exactly comfortable with touching your junk yet.” He was surprised at his own words, wishing he could cram them back in as soon as they left his mouth, he threw his head back onto the bed in embarrassment.
Remains The Same - Prologue Part One
This is something Camme aka CarryOnMyWincestSounds had thought of. I, of course, thought it was a brilliant idea. The following is the result, it’s sort of going to be a hybrid between a role play and a fic.
By the way, she will post the Prologue Part Two.
Summary: Set after Season 3. It’s been 2 years since Dean was dragged to Hell. Sam, still hunting demons and searching for a way to get his brother back, overhears talk of a new demon rising up on Earth and he ends up getting more than he bargained for.
Word Count: 3k
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Sam was sitting in an oversized booth in a rundown little diner, making him look smaller than he really was. It was about dusk, the sky was painted orange, mostly, with a few glints of red, pink and purple; breathtaking really. This gave him a chance, more than anything, to sulk and think of a better way to get information from the demons. As of lately, although the demon blood had made him incredibly strong; at times it also made him hostile, often blowing his chance at getting any sort of lead. He knew Ruby wouldn’t be happy about it, always expecting so much and yet doing so little to help.
Well.
Aside from her blood.
+ wincest + there WILL be future wincest + JSYK + role playing + roleplay + roleplaying + RP
Untitled RP
Snippet of an RP with Kaitlyn aka allpannedout
She’s Dean & I’m Sam.
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Dean was at the bar slamming back tequila shots like it was the last time he might get to drink. He was exhausted from a long drive and needed to unwind. He had somehow talked Sam into coming along, how he pulled that off, he still didn’t know. He took his fifth shot and lifted it up towards Sam, “To being pretty!” he exclaimed starting to slur some. Then he clapped Sam on the back and grinned cheekily.
Sam plastered a goofy grin on his face and shook his head, “I think you may possibly be the most conceited person I know, congratulations.” The younger Winchester was about ninety percent sure that Dean must have used some sort of Jedi mind trick in order to get him here, he didn’t really mind though.
Dean laughed and wiggled happily in his seat as he drank the fifth one. “Sammy, I was calling us both pretty, but thanks for the compliment,” he replied with a wink. He nodded to the other shots on the tray, “Want one?” He pursed his lips cutely and raked his eyes over Sam’s face.
It’s Always Been You [Part 2/2]
Roleplay with CarryOnMyWaywardWincestSounds, I’m Sam and she’s Dean.
Summary: Sam’s jealousy gets the best of him.
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“I just want you to be one hundred percent sure about this,” Sam’s bottom lip quivered as his body hovered nervously over Dean’s. The fact that this was actually about to happen hit him hard and it was like his mind was trying to talk him out of it. This is too good to be true, Sam Winchester. When have you ever actually gotten anything you want in life?
“I’m sure, Sam,” Dean said, sitting up and pushing his brother away so he could climb from the table. He laced his fingers through the back of Sam’s hair, staring him in the eyes as he walked his brother backwards to the bed, “I don’t know how else to get it through to you. I’m sure.”
Sam nodded in acknowledgement because he knew that if he tried to talk, he’d just end up choking on his words. The sincerity in his brother’s voice was enough to make him question why he took so long to say something in the first place. Because you’re a pussy, that’s why. The younger Winchester found his hands making their way to Dean’s shirt to pull him in closer, almost afraid that he’d back away from him at the last moment and that wasn’t something Sam was sure he could handle right now.
+ rp + roleplaying + role playing + roleplay + carryonmywaywardwincestsounds + wincest
It’s Always Been You [Part 1/2]
Roleplay with CarryOnMyWaywardWincestSounds, I’m Sam and she’s Dean.
Summary: Sam’s jealousy gets the best of him.
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Dean stood at the bar, the girl beside him perched in her skimpy black dress, long milky thighs crossed and thick head of blond hair nearly glowing in the dimly lit club. They’d been standing there for nearly ten minutes, and the older Winchester finally leaned in, lips brushing against her ear as his fingers dragged down the curve of her back, rubbing the base of her spine in a suggestive way.
They hadn’t even been in the club for thirty minutes and Dean was on the prowl already, targeting in on the blonde in the scantily clad black dress. Figures. Sam sat next to his brother, watching and rolling his eyes as his brother tried a little too hard, yet the stupid bitch was falling for it, they always did. The younger Winchester elbowed Dean in the ribs and put his hands up in a ‘what-the-fuck-are-you-doing’ manner.
Ignoring his brother the best he could, Dean shifted closer to the blonde, lips kissing her temple as he suggested, “What do you say we get out of here, and I can show you a good time, put the color back in those beautiful cheeks, huh?”
+ carryonmywaywardwincestsounds + wincest + roleplay + roleplaying + role playing
Patchin’ Up
Roleplay with CarryOnMyWaywardWincestSounds, I’m Sam & she’s Dean.
Summary: They both get injured during a job, they patch each other up, mostly fluff & no sex.
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The rumble of the Impala settled finally and Dean turned like a stiff board, opening the driver’s side down and climbing out. Worn, dusted boots lifted his shaky legs as he stood, using his arms on the hood of the car and the window frame to lift himself bodily from the vehicle. He climbed out, shutting the door with his side barely inches from it and he moved to their motel room with disjointed steps.
The younger Winchester pulled his aching, beaten body from the Impala, wincing as he tore the gash on his side a little more, “Fuck,” He muttered to himself. Sam clasped his right hand over the wound tightly to keep himself from bleeding too much before he had a chance to fix it. He stumbled after his brother, working his legs harder than usual to keep from falling over.
+ Wincest + carryonmywaywardwincestsounds + rp + roleplay + roleplaying + role playing
Is This a Date? - RP with Acklesboner - Fluffy as all hell
carryonmywaywardwincestsounds:
Just did this little fluff with Acklesboner. In short, Dean takes Sam out on a PROPER date. Established relationship. I’m Dean, she’s Sam.
Dean walked into the miserable, worn motel room, wiping the beading sweat from his brow and cleaning the gritty oil from his hands with a dirty wash cloth. He pulled at his shirt, airing his chest and looking over at Sam, who was sitting there at the table, gazing into his laptop like it was sucking away his soul or something.
The older Winchester was silent for a moment, staring, before he tucked the cloth in his back pocket, “If I uh… Proposed somethin’ outside of this room, would you consider it?” He sounded nervous at once, even though he tried the flippant route, and he was sure his brother noticed it.
Sam pulled his eyes from the laptop, eying Dean suspiciously. “Why? I’ve got research to do,” He mumbled, pointing to the screen.
Dean ducked his lips out and blushed slightly, “I’m serious, Sam. We’ve been in here for five days now, can we do somethin’ else for a change?”
The younger Winchester sighed, shut the laptop, and gave Dean the ‘okay-you-get-your-way’ bitch face, “Alright, whaddya wanna do?” He asked, standing up to stretch a little.
“I wanna go on a date with you,” Dean said before he could stop himself. His own voice nearly choked on the words, and it left him breathless and wide-eyed.
