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Things used to be easier. This is on Sam.
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25 Jun 2026
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Dean was supposed to let him leave again. How could he?
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25 Jun 2026
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TV says it looks like rain, what are you afraid of? by Ethellia
Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005)
21 Mar 2026
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Sam’s pupils are so huge, and he’s smiling at him like he’s having the best time of his life.
“Sammy,” he mutters. Sam’s gaze flicks down, then back up again. He leans in, voice dropping right next to his mouth.
“All that wind outside,” he murmurs. “Whole sky shaking apart earlier.”
"Sam,” he says, warning, pleading, both.
Sam just hums. “Oh, now you’re paying attention.”
Dean grabs at his arm. “Don’t—don’t start.”
“Start what?” Sam says innocently.
Sam’s grin flashes again, quick and sharp. “C’mon, Dean,” he murmurs. “Thought you liked the storm.”
Sam laughs under his breath. Outside, the wind comes in stronger, tickling Dean's hair and licking over his shoulders and back. It’s warm enough that it doesn’t even cool it, it just slides over his skin. Sammy glances toward the window.
“Careful,” he says softly. “Sounds like it’s picking back up.”
Dean whines a little in the back of his throat before he can stop himself.
Or: they fuck with a tornado in the back.
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25 Jun 2026
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It’s enamoured with him, it quickly grows attached, falls in love with his delicate pure little soul that seems so perfect, but is blackened and charred with something sweetly sinister.
Ciel Phantomhive is a sickly child who suffers from sleep paralysis and is haunted at night by a demonic entity...
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Sammy sniffed audibly as he clambered up Dean’s spine and got his bony little ankles in their too-big second-hand sneakers around his older brother’s middle. He tucked his chin over Dean’s shoulder, right into that little Sam-space in the hollow of his right clavicle, and Dean decided to ignore the snot he could feel streaking the side of his neck in favor of nudging his cheek up against Sammy’s too-long girl hair. Dean would never admit it, but he loved his kid’s hair. Sammy’s hair smelled like lighter fluid and corn chip dust and greasy motel water and Dean loved it.
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- Part 1 of The Polaroids in Evidence