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What I Keep and What I Carry :: Future Fic, Dean/Sam and Dean/OFC implied (PG-13)
Part of a bigger series you can read if you're into Wincest and long universes; this one is, IMO, the best. A sort of recap of the whole universe, going from its first to its last year; it takes into account the pre-series part of the universe where Sam and Dean messily get together, and follows from then on, and it's just believable and dark and hopeful enough to make it on your must-bookmark list.

There's no lightning bolt. It doesn't happen suddenly, but Sam clearly remembers waking up one night sometime in their fourth year and realizing that, although he still thinks of Dean as his brother, that definition has expanded and evolved to encompass so much more than he ever thought it could. That Dean is his brother and his lover both and it's not weird anymore, it's just a logical conclusion to something that always was, if they'd only been able to see it. Sam remembers reaching out and running his fingertips over Dean's skin, and Dean's eyes opening to blink sleepy and confused into his. It's nothing, Sam had said. It's fine. And Dean closed his eyes again. Because Dean believed him.

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Where a Man Can be King :: Other POV, Dean/OMC (NC-17)
Read this and feel dirty for enjoying it. Much like the demon in Such Sweet Ruin (another story by scribblinlenore), the main character here is a perfectly made up and written bad guy, but he's just a man. It's hot even though you know it shouldn't be, and just right enough that some part of you can't help thinking that, hey, it's possible this happened. Deliciously bad.

He lingered outside the door to listen, curious, and it wasn't no time before the boy had his cell phone out.

"Sam, I'm in...oh hell, I don't even know. Serious bumfuck. The Impala's alternator went. I found a garage, and it should be fixed in a couple of hours. I swear to God, if you've gone after this thing without me, I will kick your damned ass. Call me and let me know you haven't lost your freakin' mind, okay?"

He sounded worried like maybe this Sam was in some trouble. Then again, maybe they were both cons, and Jack was just worried his partner was moving on to the next mark without him. Wilbur grinned as he walked back out to the garage. He was right territorial about his marks, too.

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* Imperfect Consolation :: Dean/OMC & Dean/Sam (NC-17)
Everything is perfect, here. The characters, the feelings, the writing, the way it all pans out. This is the feedback I left, and I think it pretty much sums up everything I feel about this story:
This was possibly the best and most believable version of wincest I've ever read, with Dean wanting and needing and too hurt to remember why he doesn't act on it, and Sam thinking he understands but getting it all wrong and feeling so damn bad and guilty that he'd do anything to make it up... *sniffle* Perfect, and so extremely sad, and with a not-perfect ending that's just hopeful and right enough to make you smile.

Dean roots around in the drawer, looking for clean sweat pants. Sam comes to an abrupt halt, his gaze sharp enough to sink right into Dean's skin. "Is that really what you want?"

Dean could say "you already know what I want," but he doesn't.

Sam comes closer. "Because…I could. I can."

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* That Old Slippery Slope -- Genderswitch, Sam/Girl!Dean, NC-17
Crack, but unbelievably good crack. I'm in love with this Girl!Dean and with his relationship with Sam, in love with their couple, and I almost wish this wasn't crack just so we could see and experience more of this. And, because it needs to be said, amazingly hot het sex, which is pretty rare in this fandom.

There was no rational thought process that took place, no if I humor Dean, maybe he'll stop being a stupid ass. There was just a sudden surge of movement, Dean's body against his, soft and round, a perfect fit, Dean's mouth beneath his, hot and urgent, and the inescapable realization that Sam really could do this.

So of course he pulled away and insisted, "I can't. You're my--"

"No," Dean cut him off. "Pretend I'm somebody else. Just some girl. Wanda or something."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Wanda."

"Work with me here, Sammy."

He wound an arm around Sam's neck and kissed him again. Sam tightened his hold on Dean's waist. Of course there was no pretending he was anyone else, even if Sam had wanted to, not when he still smelled like Dean. But the kisses felt good, and that was just what happened on the slippery slope. You fell.

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* The End and The Beginning: Five First Times :: Five Things challenge, Sam/Dean (NC-17)
I must admit these don't feel connected, and though I get what links them together I think they would work better on their own. The fourth one is easily my favorite, an AU future fic which hits you where it hurts the most; Sam and the life he wanted, but missing something anyway. The last one makes the most sense as a whole, an inevitable conclusion that makes more sense than anything we'll probably get in the show.

Sam turns down a long, winding street on the other side of town from his office, parks near the end of it. He gets out, walks slowly to the now familiar alley. Tunnel of Love, they call it--ironically, of course. Sam never even knew it existed until the court assigned him a pro bono case a number of years back, representing a kid who'd been picked up in the Tunnel for soliciting. Places like this aren't exactly on the map when you spend your evenings heading up the boards of charities and hosting parties for your firm's wealthy clients.

The kid had been nervous when Sam met with him. He was from some hick town in Oklahoma, never in trouble a day in his life before he hit the city. Sam reeled off his list of questions and tried not to stare. Those eyes, that mouth--another revelation. He'd honestly never believed anyone could remind him of Dean.

First time offender, and Sam managed to get him off with just a warning, bought him a ticket and put him on the next bus back home. About the same time, the last private investigator returned the balance of Sam's retainer. No new leads, he said bluntly, not much hope of getting one, either.

Sam has been paying regular visits to the Tunnel ever since.

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* Factum Amoris :: casefic, Sam/Dean (NC-17)
Another early fic, a case with a twist at the end. The question isn't why, but when and how -- they love and would do anything for each other, but things develop for a reason, and this right here is one of the best I've read, tied up into their hunter lives.

"What's an aratu?"

"I'm guessing some kind of Earth-based spirit. Or an ancient god." He moved the beam across the wall as he read. "It seems to have to do with the harvest, making periodic sacrifices to Aratu to ensure plentiful crops."

"And this has me stuck here how?"

"That's how the sacrifice was made, by trapping people here. The last part of the inscription…it says something to the effect that 'whoever has not known the act of love shall pass through this door nevermore'."

Dean stared. "So this place is like…a virgin trap?"

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* No Such Thing As Normal :: child/teenage fic, gen (PG-13)
There are the demons, and then there are the humans. A glimpse about life as it was for the boys when they were still young enough to be in school, not terribly original but not needing to be because it feels true. A good look into Sam, Dean and their relationship, angsty but not over the top, just "normal", every day life.

The first Saturday morning of practice, Sam was practically vibrating with excitement, proudly wearing his Big Red Machine team uniform like it was some sort of triumph over the Winchester way of life. His baggy shorts flapped around his legs, and one of his red socks kept sliding down. Sammy was tall for his age even back then and too skinny, and they'd gotten the uniform second hand, all their father could afford. Sam didn't seem to notice the drooping sock, though, much less mind it.

Dean had given him a hard time, of course. "Hey bro, you practicing to be a yuppie?"

Sam rolled his eyes. "It's called being normal, Dean." He let the door slam shut behind him, the ten-year-old's version of "fuck you."

"Oh, yeah?" Dean yelled after him. "Well, there's no such thing as normal."

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* Such Sweet Ruin :: Other POV, Sam/Dean/OFC (NC-17)
One of the first "supernatural force makes the boys have sex" of the fandom, it had the added bonus of still being original at the time with its incest aspect, but it's the 'supernatural force' in question that makes this story a must-read for me. Written from its POV, this story could almost be original fiction and manages to make the story, as well as 'it', intriguing, original and interesting, with a nice end (both for the boys, and as yet more insight into what this thing really is).

"That's not-- Sam said.

Dean said, "No thanks necessary--"

She tilted her head. "How often am I grateful?" A kiss for Sam. "How often do you get laid?" One for Dean.

A charge in the air, the crackle of desire, the humid, heavy scent of need. She kissed them, more wildly, first one brother then the other, back and forth, again and again. When they were breathing too hard and too fast, she took a chance, popped the buttons on Sam's shirt, ran a lacquered nail over his chest, undid Dean's pants, stroked the soft skin at his waist.