Hell is Hallowed Ground

Because my brother is safe & Sound
Welcome, friends. You may call me Kansas. This is a blog for my anonymous Supernatural poetry and fiction. This is also a multi-shipping blog, and here you'll find an endless supply of Wincest, a dedicated amount of Sastiel and Destiel, as well as a smidgen of Samifer. Did I mention that I shamelessly support bottom!Sam? Enjoy. Sometimes I post personal opinions. If you don't like them, there's a door called the 'unfollow' button.




or maybe sam is at stanford, and it's his first time in a sex shop when he buys the anal beads, and he knows that that weekend his roommate's going to be out of town, and when he has the whole weekend to himself he takes his time, puts the beads in one by one, so slow with a lot of lube. and he imagines dean's voice gravel-rough in his ear, imagines being filled up by dean's cock as the biggest of the beads stretches him open wider than his own fingers can

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