slam him against the wall saturday
fics where dean gets pinned against various surfaces by cas (a “super strong dude in a trenchcoat”🥺🥵), and sometimes cas permits him to return the favor 😘🤠
also includes any homoerotic manhandling, sparring, wrestling, or other intricate rituals.
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“We did good, Dean,” Sam says. “We got him back.”
Dean huffs a hollow laugh, because yeah, that’s always what it’s about, isn’t it? Cas or Sam or Dean getting themselves lost or dead, and then taking turns dragging each other back from the brink. He shrugs, shoving his hands into his pockets.
“We got him back, yeah,” he says. Sam nods, watching him. “So now what?”
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Cas notices that Dean keeps getting pinned in fights.
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“Now," Jackson instructs Dean, mouth against this neck, "I'm going to show you how to do a suicide cradle. Your shoulders are gonna hit that mat at the end of the roll, right,” Jackson thumps the mat to demonstrate, “and you can’t panic. You gotta hold me tight. You got a loose grip, you panic even a little, then it’s gone, right? Cause you’re putting yourself in a position to get pinned. You gotta hold tight and roll him over.”
Or, when Dean Winchester is sixteen, he gets arrested for stealing, sent to a boys home and joins a high school wrestling team. Surprisingly, it's the wrestling team that makes the biggest impression.
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- Part 2 of codas
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gorging myself on you, still can't get full (insatiable) by sobsicles
Fandoms: Supernatural
26 Jun 2021
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"Fine, whatever. Love you too, asshole. I hope you enjoy your walk home with your stupid, grainy bread. Taking Nature's Own a little too much to heart, but sure," Dean tells him, flashing him a sarcastic smile and swiveling around in the aisle to march away. He throws out something over his shoulder, careless and barbed. "I'm not paying for that shitty cardboard."
Dean's three aisles over when he realizes what, precisely, he said. Thankfully, when he comes to this conclusion, he's holding a box of poptarts, so when he fumbles and drops them to the floor, it's not a huge mess. He stares down at the slightly dented box of Brown Sugar Poptarts, and he has a very swift and very unshakeable crisis right there and then.
Love you too, asshole.
No, no, no. Why would he say that? Why would he do that? In the middle of the goddamn grocery store while arguing about bread? That's not—that can't be how it happens. That can't be.
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A year ago, the world didn't end. Now it's summer and the cicadas are buzzing, and something is changing. Something is going to give.