Sniffles & Sneezes (aka the Sam/Dean thread)

[27jj]

I will love and read anything you write... so if you feel inspired please please please write and post more

Aww, you make me insanely happy:) It's definitely on its way then!

[Lady Blessington]

And then she continued this fic and it was gooooood.

What?

[Lady Blessington]

You're so good.

[SweaterWeather]

P.S. How would you guys feel about Sam/Dean where Sam has the cold and Dean has the sneeze!kink??

Okay, i'm not really all that familiar with SPN besides the many awesome fics (including this one ) that I have read on here, but.....GAAAAAAAHHHH!!!! I LOVE this idea!!!

[Weirdo Girl]

I can't believe that I haven't commented on this yet!

This is seriously awesome.

I love it.

...

And I would love it if you wrote your idea.

[27jj]

And then she continued this fic and it was gooooood.

What?

You're so good.

You are so funny and you make me happy and I will always and forever be adding to this fic now:)

P.S. How would you guys feel about Sam/Dean where Sam has the cold and Dean has the sneeze!kink??

Okay, i'm not really all that familiar with SPN besides the many awesome fics (including this one ) that I have read on here, but.....GAAAAAAAHHHH!!!! I LOVE this idea!!!

Yay:) I'm glad it sounds appealing to you! It's coming very soon:)

I can't believe that I haven't commented on this yet!

This is seriously awesome.

I love it.

...

And I would love it if you wrote your idea.

Thank you so much!! Glad you liked it:)

[27jj]

So, this is turning into my Sam/Dean sneeze-kinky-Wincest thread:) Since its apparently my new favorite thing. Here are the latest 3 ficlets from the meme.

Cuddles: Prompt- Both boys are sick (&sneezy) and cuddling!

“Huh….mmm…ihhhh…” Dean clamps a palm over his nose and eases himself away from Sam’s sleeping form.

“Uhhh….ihh’hehh!”

Sam mutters something in his sleep and rolls until he’s practically on top of Dean, his arm tightening around Dean’s waist, his face buried against Dean’s neck. Dean pinches his nose, again tries to pry Sam off of him, but there’s no getting rid of Sam when he’s like this.

“HHhhh….hupCHSH!”

The sneeze is loud, despite Dean’s attempt to stifle, and he pauses, eyes wide, when Sam jerks awake against him.

“Deand?”

Dean sighs and runs a knuckle under his nose before pressing a kiss to Sam’s forehead.

“Hey, sleepy-head. Didn’t mean to wake you up,” Dean sniffles.

“Sorry.” Sam’s voice is low, raspy. “I didn’t bead to fall asleep.”

“It’s okay, you were exhausted.”

Sam yawns, runs his fingers along Dean’s back.

“Did you sdeeze?”

Dean grins sheepishly, sniffles again, the tickle in his nose still lingering. “Yeah.”

Sam untangles himself from Dean and sits up.

“You gettigg sigck too?”

“Um. Maybe. Uh-” Dean quickly turns his head away, his breath giving a sudden hitch.

“Ehkk-ETCH-choo!”

“Bless you. I’b sorry I got you sigck.”

“Would have happened sooner or later. C’mere.” He pulls Sam back down against his chest.

“I dow. But I’b still- hetshch! Heh-KTCH. Uh-hetch-SHUH! Sorry.”

He directs the three sneezes into his shoulder. Dean presses his lips to his temple and reaches for the Kleenex.

“Thangks,” Sam says, pulling out a tissue. He brings it to his nose in time for another three sneezes.

“HRR-CHUH! EtchSHUH! Hetchugnh.”

Dean runs his fingers through Sam’s hair while Sam blows his nose, sneezes three more times, then blows his nose again.

“At the rate you’re going, we’re gonna need ten more boxes,” he teases when Sam pushes the used tissues off the side of the bed and re-positions the blanket over the both of them.

“Shut uhh- huchshoo!” The sneeze catches him off guard, and Dean’s chest gets the spray. “God. It wo-wond’t s-stop. Sorry-ehhh….HishSHOO!”

“Stop apologizing,” Dean says, but it’s lost with Sam’s third sneeze.

“Hmmpchuh!”

“Damn. I think you just sneezed your brains out on me.”

Sam moans and scrubs at his nose with a fist before burying his face in Dean’s side. Dean coughs and lifts the blankets off of himself.

“I’m going to run to the store and get us some medicine,” Dean says, but Sam stops him.

“Doh, Deand. Stay here. Dond’t wandt you goigg out id the raid.”

“It’s hardly raining out there, Sam, and-”

“Stay, please?”

Dean makes the mistake of looking Sam in the eyes, and he forgets why he was even going to leave.

“Okay, Sammy. I’ll stay.”

Sam smiles and wraps his long limbs around Dean, and they stay like that until they both fall asleep.

Sleep: Prompt- For some reason - maybe something to do with a case - Dean's been up for a few nights. Now it's all done and he's free to sleep, except he's too wired. He's also coming down with a big, sneezy cold. Sam, who's all, sneezekink!slashy!Sam, has to find a way to help him sleep.

“We should go out. Hit a bar.”

Sam hardly looks up from his laptop. He hears Dean yawn, then the TV comes on.

“We could watch porn.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

The TV gets turned off.

“God, I have to sneeze.”

Sam looks up sharply.

“That got your attention, didn’t it?” Dean smirks.

“Dean, go to sleep.”

“Hhihhh…ugh.”

Sam squirms in his chair, feels his face heating up.

“God, Dean. Stop doing that.”

“D-doing- ehhh…doing what?”

“Dean. You’ve been awake for the past three days.”

“And I’m not tired. Come over here.” He pats the bed next to him and fails to contain another yawn.

“Not tired, huh?”

“N-no-ohhh…”

“Can you just- sneeze already?”

“I can’t h-help it. Wait- hhh…ehh-hehh…ugh. Never mind.” Dean kneads his nose with his knuckles, sniffling loudly.

“Dean.”

“What?” Dean asks innocently, and Sam glares. “Sam, just come over here. I didn’t mean to make you mad.”

“I’m not mad. I’m…”

“Horny?”

Sam ignores him, ducks behind the laptop so Dean won’t see how red he is.

“You need sleep.”

“I’m all sneezy over here,” Dean says, waggling his eyebrows.

“That’s because you’re getting sick.”

“Is that so?” Dean sniffles wetly again, and Sam makes a noise of frustration.

“Close your eyes or I will read you a fucking bedtime story if I have to.”

“HGHH-eshuh!”

“Um.”

“Ktt-USHCH-hoo! HETCH-hrshCHUH!”

Sam blows out a slow breath, shuts his laptop. He makes his way to the bed and Dean snuffles and paws at his pink nose.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

The bed dips when Sam sits on the edge.

“’S okay.”

“I’ll make it up to you.”

“Oh?”

“By helping you fall asleep.”

“Sam, I’m not-”

“Yes you are. You haven’t slept for the past few nights and you’re getting sick, so you’re going to sleep.”

Dean rolls his eyes, tugs Sam down next to him.

“Fine.”

“Fine. Roll over.”

“S-Sammy…I’m gon-ehhh…gonna…”

Sam shifts against Dean.

“Yeah?”

“It’s…I…ihhh-hurtshch!”

Sam presses his lips to Dean’s, pulls away when Dean’s breath hitches again.

“Hehh-CHUH!”

“God, yes.”

“AtchSHOO! KTCHSH-ehh. Huhh…ugh.”

“Don’t stop now,” Sam moans, then he grins and nips at Dean’s jaw. “Was going to give you a back rub.”

“And read me a bedtime story?”

Dean settles against Sam’s broad chest and closes his eyes, one hand resting on Sam’s stomach.

“I am a little tired now.”

Sam chuckles, covers Dean’s hand with his own. He waits awhile, and Dean’s breathing eventually slows. Sam’s about to slide out of the bed, but Dean tightens his grip on the front of Sam’s shirt and presses a sleepy kiss to Sam’s neck.

“Can’t sleep without you,” he whispers, his breath hot against Sam’s skin.

Sam sighs, wraps an arm lightly around Dean, and smiles to himself.

Finally: Prompt- Dean is sick, he has to sneeze but it's stuck and it's driving him nuts. It's driving Sam nuts too.

It starts when they’re checking into the motel. The elderly woman at the front desk frowns when Sam asks for a single, but he’s only paying attention to Dean, who’s sniffling absently as he unwraps his third mint from the jar on the check-in counter.

***

He’s been doing it all day. They’d left their motel in the morning, and Dean had sneezed less than a minute after getting into the Impala, a single, dry sneeze caught in a cupped hand, and then muttered something about allergies before tossing a sheepish grin in Sam’s direction.

At lunch they’d gotten into a stupid argument over the hunt, Sam can’t even remember the details now, but ever since then Dean had been driving Sam crazy with his sniffling.

“Nose fucking itches,” he complained before snuffling against the back of his wrist, and Sam knew he was doing it on purpose.

“Dean, shut up. You don’t have allergies.” Sam shifted in his seat, picked at the hole in the knee of his jeans.

“You don’t have aller…ehhh…fuck.”

“Good one, Dean,” Sam had snapped, trying to block out the breathy, hitching sounds Dean’s breath made every time he talked.

Dean had just sniffled in response.

***

Now, in the motel office, Sam notices that every time Dean sniffs, its wetter, almost congested, like Dean might be coming down with something, and the thought makes his stomach flip-flop.

When the woman finally hands Sam the room keys, he shoulders his duffle and heads to the room, jumping when Dean slaps him on the ass.

“Let’s go to our room, babe,” he says loudly enough for the woman to hear.

When they get to the room, Dean drops his bag on the bed, then sits down on the edge and kicks off his boots, sniffling all the while. He looks up when Sam moves toward him with a hungry look in his eyes, all apparently forgiven.

“You fucking owe me for the ride here,” Sam says, stripping off his shirt before leaning down.

“Sorry,” Dean apologizes, tilting his head up as his lips meet Sam. “It was only partly on purpose. My nose has been driving me crazy all day-”

At that, Sam twines his fingers through Dean’s hair and kisses him while Dean undoes the button on his jeans.

“I know you can’t help it, but it was driving me crazy. So, is it really allergies?” Another quick kiss, then Sam slides his jeans off and sinks into the bed. “Or are you getting sick?”

“I thought you said I don’t have allergies?”

Sam slides his hands under the hem of Dean’s shirt and lifts it off of him. He tosses it to the side just as Dean inhales audibly and twists to the side, mouth opening and closing a few times before he brings a hand up to scrub at his nose.

“Do you want Kleenex? Maybe you should take some NyQuil,” Sam says, thinking about how crappy Dean will probably feel in the morning if he really is getting sick. Dean shakes his head though, and his breath hitches again.

“Hhhh…ihhhh….woo. Man.”

Sam pulls him until they’re both lying down. Dean exhales loudly through his mouth, and Sam rests his head on Dean’s chest. He can feel it moving up and down as Dean struggles with the sneeze, slow and irregular at first, then faster as Dean’s breathing becomes more desperate sounding.

Sam feels Dean’s fingers in his hair, his other hand around Sam’s bicep, and Sam know he’s doing it on purspose to keep himself from rubbing his nose.

“S-Sam…hehh-” Sam looks up and sees Dean closing his eyes, his nostrils twitching, his head tilting back slightly, but the sneeze doesn’t come.

Instead, Dean nearly whimpers when the itch in his nose intensifies and then suddenly dies down, leaving him breathless, the need to sneeze lingering maddeningly in his sinuses. He squeezes his eyes closed again, and slowly breathes through his nose, but it’s useless.

“Oh, come on,” Sam groans. “You’re such a tease.”

Dean squirms against him, his breath hitching a single time before he grunts.

“Ehhh…I cand’t…its stugck.” He wiggles his nose back and forth a few times, wants desperately to rub the tickle away, but Sam has other ideas.

“Can’t have that,” he says before reaching up to cup the back of Dean’s neck with his palm. He leans forward, kissing Dean deeply, then pulls back and runs his index finger feather-soft along the side of Dean’s irritated nose. Dean involuntarily jerks, his breath hitching again, and again Sam waits.

“Ugh. God,” Dean groans when nothing happens. “By dose is burdigg.” He blinks watering eyes at Sam.

Sam inches closer until there’s no more space between their chests. He kisses Dean again, then nudges his nose up against Dean’s.

“F-fuck. You bade it go away.”

Sam grins at him before leaning forward again and blowing a soft stream of air through his lips onto Dean’s overly-sensitive nose.

Dean gasps in surprise, then sneezes explosively into Sam’s neck.

“Hhh-HRTCHSH-chuh!”

“God, finally.”

[Jamison Leigh]

O_O

Ohmyjeez.

Those were absolutely amazing.

But now I need to clean my house from where I exploded with happiness. ... thanks

[TheCakeIsAlive]

... *speechless*

I mean... I don't read wincest...

*re-reads*

[BlueRandom]

Cuddles? Oh wow. Oh wow oh wow.

Sam. And Dean.

And both of them?

[27jj]

O_O

Ohmyjeez.

Those were absolutely amazing.

But now I need to clean my house from where I exploded with happiness. ... thanks

Bahaha, exploding with happiness. I mean, no, wait...exploding is not good. Luckily I have magical powers that can put you back together again so you can continue to be your wonderful self.

Thanks

... *speechless*

I mean... I don't read wincest...

*re-reads*

Wincest? Where?

Thanks for reading. It really does mean a lot that even though this normally might not be your thing, you read AND leave awesome feedback. You rock:)

Cuddles? Oh wow. Oh wow oh wow.

Sam. And Dean.

And both of them?

I'm so glad that you liked both of them being sick (I think? I'm asuming that's what you meant^^) and that makes me really happy because I get the feeling that its either one guy or the other with most people, and what I'm trying to say is THANK YOU.

[27jj]

I feel so alone in the Sam lovin’ sometimes, and even if I’m the only one who reads this I just want my Sammy to have a turn:) I would have posted this earlier but I got distracted by the meme, which has turned into my second home Enjoy!

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“Nnngh.” Sam flops onto his stomach in the middle of the bed and buries his face into the pillows. With one hand he reaches back and pulls the covers all the way up over his head. He can hear Dean moving around-- brushing his teeth in the bathroom, getting clothes out of his duffle, turning out the lights-- and then he’s gently pulling the blankets back from Sam’s head.

“Sammy,” Dean says, patting Sam’s ass through the thick comforter. “Move over.”

“Mmm.”

“I have Kleenex.”

Sam snuffles wetly, rolls onto his back, and Dean slides onto the bed next to him. He props himself up on his side and places a hand on Sam’s broad chest.

Sam’s long hair is sticking up on one side, his face flushed and sweaty, his nose red. Dean reaches over to cup his hand around Sam’s neck, feels the warmth there before running his thumb over the fever-red spot high on Sam’s cheek.

“We should take your temperature again,” Dean tells him. He smoothes Sam’s long hair, and Sam makes a noise of protest.

“Okay, or not. But you should take some Tylenol.”

Sam turns his head away from Dean to cough weakly into his shoulder.

“I’b okay, Deand,” he says, breaking into a yawn. Dean smiles, then dips forward and covers Sam’s mouth with his own. Sam makes a low sound in his throat and kisses Dean back. When Dean pulls away, Sam sniffles, a grin spreading across his face.

“What was that for?” He lifts a hand to his face and rubs his nose.

Dean leans forward until their foreheads are touching, and Sam slips his hand back under the covers to wrap his arm around Dean’s waist.

“Why does there have to be a reason?” Dean murmurs, pressing his lips to Sam’s dimple. Sam opens his mouth wide and lets out a slow, hot breath on Dean’s neck.

“Cand’t breathe through by dose,” he moans softly, nuzzling his nose against Dean’s bare shoulder. “You probised Kleedex.”

“Did I?”

Sam makes a humming sound as he noses his way along Dean’s neck, his jaw, sniffling and exhaling, sending puffs of air onto Dean’s skin. He sniffs harder, leans into Dean as he sifts a hand through Sam’s hair.

“Uh-huh. I deed to blow by–HHH-ptshchuh!” The sneeze is sudden, messy, directed unintentionally into Dean’s collarbone, and Dean gasps in surprise. He waits for a second sneeze, hears Sam draw in a trembling breath and then swallow audibly, but it doesn’t come.

“Sorry,” Sam apologizes, moves to wipe away the spray from Dean’s skin with his hand, but Dean catches his wrist.

“’S okay, Sammy. Friggin’ surprise attack though.”

“Sor-” Sam starts to apologize again, but Dean’s hungrily at his lips again, warm and wet and long, and Sam has to break away just so he can breathe.

Dean finally reaches back for the box of tissues sitting on the nightstand, and he sets it on the bed between them.

Sam sits up, back against the headboard, and shivers when the quilt falls from his shoulders and bunches around his waist, leaving his upper body exposed.

He pulls out a couple of Kleenex and blows his nose into them, wet and gurgling, then tosses the used tissues across the room into the trash can with practiced precision. When he looks back at Dean, he catches the hungry look in his eyes and turns red.

“Sorry, did you, uh, want to?”

“Next time, if…if that’s…” Dean suddenly at a loss for words, which makes Sam flush harder. He ducks his head and sniffles loudly, smiling hugely.

“Now get down here.” Dean reaches up, slides a hand up across Sam’s chest, and tugs him back down by the shoulder, and Sam slides down back under the warmth of the blankets. He yawns widely and rubs his nose against his arm.

“Bed time,” Dean says, tugging Sam back to him. “I can tell you’re exhausted.”

“’Kay, but…” Sam trails off, and Dean can see Sam’s chest rising and falling against him as his breathing quickens.

“But what?” Dean can feel his own heart beat speed up, and he shifts so he’s pressed even closer against Sam.

“I…ehhh…I…”

“Jesus, Sam,” Dean moans when Sam lifts his head, letting his face hover inches above Dean’s. “Come here.”

As if they could be any closer to one another, Dean wraps an arm around Sam and pulls him tightly against his body, feeling Sam’s chest heaving in time with his hitching breaths.

Sam almost always sneezes in doubles. When he’s not sick, the first one’s always a surprise, no buildup, and then there’s only a little warning, a couple of hitching breaths, before the second one comes spilling out.

When he’s sick, though, his sneezes are more drawn out. And if he only sneezes once, it’s a sure sign that more will soon follow.

Sam’s red-rimmed nostrils flare and he tips his head back instinctively, away from Dean. After a few seconds, Sam’s lips part, his eyelids flutter shut, and Dean waits in anticipation.

“Hehhh…huh-MTSHCH! Huh-hehh…Atchshuh!”

His head bobs down against his chest as the sneezes explode from him, rocking them both.

“Bless you.” Dean’s grinning. He grabs a couple more tissues from the box. “Kleenex?”

He waits for Sam’s answer, but Sam’s eyes are unfocused as he gears up for another sneeze. Dean holds up the tissue, and Sam nods, thrusting his head forward so that his nose is buried in it.

“HHH-Hut-SHUH! Ihhhh…Eshshoo!”

Sam sniffles wetly, lets his head drop onto the pillow with a sigh, but Dean can see his nostrils still twitching with irritation.

“You get ‘em all out?” Dean asks, giving Sam’s red nose a swipe before tossing the used tissue aside. Sam sniffs again and shakes his head.

“Dond’t….huh….dond’t thingk so.” Sam pulls an arm out from the blankets and rubs his itchy nose against his wrist. “Baybe.”

Dean folds his hand over Sam’s and gently pulls it away, holding a tissue up in place.

“Blow.”

Sam does, filling the tissue, but he stops before he’s finished, breath hitching erratically.

“Eh’hehh…”

“Hang on.” Dean pulls the tissue away and lightly pinches Sam’s nostrils between his thumb and index finger. When he pulls away, Sam sighs.

“You did that od purpose.” He wiggles his nose back and forth and yawns before rubbing a hand across his eyes.

“Okay, fun’s over. You look miserable.” Dean smiles when Sam’s nose twitches in irritation, and he leans forward to press his lips to the tip. “Well, almost over.”

Immediately, Sam’s eyelashes flutter and his lips part.

“Ehhh…KTCHsh-HISHchoo! Hihh-CHUH! Uh-NGGSH!”

Dean presses a tissue to Sam’s nose when he’s done, and Sam gives a half-hearted attempt at blowing into it before he slumps back against the pillows. Dean turns off the light and pulls the covers up, snuggling against Sam’s warm body.

“Mmm, sneezy. If you’re still this warm tomorrow, you can’t say no to Tylenol.”

“”Kay,” Sam murmurs sleepily, and though the room is dark Dean knows he’s fighting to keep his eyes open. He finds Dean’s hand with his own and pulls it to his chest, his hand completely covering Dean’s. Dean can feel Sam’s heartbeat beneath his palm, and he lets the steady rhythm lull him to sleep.

[ID2006]

That was LKGFNDHJFKDNGKDJHNGDJSKHGFK-HOTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!

[obsessed]

Sammy<3<3<3

AHHH this was too flipping cute.

... rawr. <3

[Spider Sneezes]

AWW, Sammy!

Too freakin' adorable, especially Sam's 'surprise attack' and Dean being all mischievous with stopping and starting sneezes. You write the yummiest things.

(Oh, and you are most certainly NOT alone in the Sam Lovin' so don't you forget it. )

[Raining Strawberry]

BLAAAAHHXXNNNPHHT. *Dies*

Never have I ever, ever read Wincest. The idea freaked me out. I forgot this thread was Wincest when I clicked on it, but... you sucked me right in. Like an exorcism. Sucking a demon from a body.

Oh my lord this was so hot I just collapsed into a puddle. This is quite possibly the steamiest stuff I have ever read. I am in love. So, thank you so much for writing this even though you don't write Wincest. *Spaz* I'll be back even though I don't read Wincest!!!

*Gasps and tries to breathe normallly again*

(And never fear, you are certainly are not alone as a Sammy lover. I love love love Sam. )

YAY.

[cupkake]

Don't worryy , you'll never be alone in the Sam lovin' .

And dear Godd, Dean with a sneeze kinkk, something I thought I'd never see,

Amazing job, this was hot.

Excuse me, while I reread the tissue scene <3

[27jj]

That was LKGFNDHJFKDNGKDJHNGDJSKHGFK-HOTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!

Thanks!!

Sammy<3<3<3

AHHH this was too flipping cute.

... rawr. <3

Hee, thank you!!

AWW, Sammy!

Too freakin' adorable, especially Sam's 'surprise attack' and Dean being all mischievous with stopping and starting sneezes. You write the yummiest things.

(Oh, and you are most certainly NOT alone in the Sam Lovin' so don't you forget it. )

I'm so glad you liked it!! Thank you:) And its awesome that I'm NOT alone in the Sammy-loving:)

BLAAAAHHXXNNNPHHT. *Dies*

Never have I ever, ever read Wincest. The idea freaked me out. I forgot this thread was Wincest when I clicked on it, but... you sucked me right in. Like an exorcism. Sucking a demon from a body.

Oh my lord this was so hot I just collapsed into a puddle. This is quite possibly the steamiest stuff I have ever read. I am in love. So, thank you so much for writing this even though you don't write Wincest. *Spaz* I'll be back even though I don't read Wincest!!!

*Gasps and tries to breathe normallly again*

(And never fear, you are certainly are not alone as a Sammy lover. I love love love Sam. )

YAY.

Um, sometimes, in my head, they aren't really brothers...not that it makes it...better? But, yeah. Anywho, THANK YOU!

Don't worryy , you'll never be alone in the Sam lovin' .

And dear Godd, Dean with a sneeze kinkk, something I thought I'd never see,

Amazing job, this was hot.

Excuse me, while I reread the tissue scene <3

Awesome to know y'all are Sam lovers!! And yeah, I don't know if there are any other sneeze-kink!Dean fics out there, but over at Mad Server's meme there is a jackpot of sneeze-kink!Sam fics, and also just sneezy Sam and Dean (and Jensen and Jared!) and if you haven't been over there yet, you should totally check it out!!

Thank you so much for reading! You rock

[Lady Blessington]

I didn't really want porn but I was curious about this, so I took a peek thinking, "It's Sam, I can resist the hotness." SO HOT. *looks at loins* *looks at you* STOP THAT.

I think this was my favourite: Sam makes a humming sound as he noses his way along Dean’s neck, his jaw, sniffling and exhaling, sending puffs of air onto Dean’s skin. He sniffs harder, leans into Dean as he sifts a hand through Sam’s hair.

“Uh-huh. I deed to blow by–HHH-ptshchuh!” The sneeze is sudden, messy, directed unintentionally into Dean’s collarbone, and Dean gasps in surprise. He waits for a second sneeze, hears Sam draw in a trembling breath and then swallow audibly, but it doesn’t come.

ROWRRRR.

[shygreeneyes]

Oh, man. You have totally and utterly corrupted me, and this is the hottest thing I've read in days.

[27jj]

I didn't really want porn but I was curious about this, so I took a peek thinking, "It's Sam, I can resist the hotness." SO HOT. *looks at loins* *looks at you* STOP THAT.

I think this was my favourite: Sam makes a humming sound as he noses his way along Dean’s neck, his jaw, sniffling and exhaling, sending puffs of air onto Dean’s skin. He sniffs harder, leans into Dean as he sifts a hand through Sam’s hair.

“Uh-huh. I deed to blow by–HHH-ptshchuh!” The sneeze is sudden, messy, directed unintentionally into Dean’s collarbone, and Dean gasps in surprise. He waits for a second sneeze, hears Sam draw in a trembling breath and then swallow audibly, but it doesn’t come.

ROWRRRR.

Heee:) You made me unbelievably happy with your comment, and just the fact that you read this. Thank you!!

Oh, man. You have totally and utterly corrupted me, and this is the hottest thing I've read in days.

The hottest thing? Wow! Thanks so much:)

[27jj]

A/N: I am so freaking addicted to writing this stuff now:) Here is the prompt for this one: Slash. Season 1, when they're crazily innocent compared to later on...and Sam with a sneeze!kink, because now I'm addicted. Dean is completely doped up on medicine and extremely vulnerable, with a massively sneezy cold. So, while Dean's sneezing all over the place (maybe accidentally sneezing all over Sam, too), Sam has to struggle to take care of him while at the same time wanting nothing more than to take complete advantage of him. Dean's not any help at all, because all he wants to do is snuggle and be close to his Sammy.

“S’mmy?” The sleepy question is followed by a wet, gurgling sniff and Sam suppresses a shiver.

He rubs a hand across his eyes and glances over at Dean, who’s lounging on the bed wearing only his boxers and a black t-shirt. He’s half sitting up against the headboard, leaning slightly toward what would be Sam’s side of the bed, legs stretched out in front of him and crossed at the ankles.

Dean looks around the room, disoriented, and scrubs at his nose with the back of his hand before he sees Sam.

“Sammy, come ‘ere. I’m cold over h-here…” Dean trails off, his face going slack, and Sam stares hard, shifting uncomfortably in the chair.

Dean doesn’t notice, just inhales slowly, his face scrunched up, his chest heaving.

“S-Sam…can y-you huhh! Ehh-hehhh…can you br-bring me the Kleenex?” Dean brings his hand up to his face, rubs his index finger back and forth under his irritated, twitching nostrils before pressing his knuckles against his nose in an attempt to hold off the sneeze.

“Sam? G-gonna…” Sam realizes he’s frozen where he’s sitting, and he has no idea how the Kleenex made it all the way over to the table, but he grabs the box and hurries to Dean’s side, sits next to him on the bed.

He’s reaching to pull out a Kleenex when Dean’s expression clears and he lowers his hand.

“Is that a cat?” He says breathily, looking over Sam’s shoulder with narrowed eyes, and Sam turns to look. He’s scanning the room, not seeing any four-legged creatures, when Dean gasps behind him.

“HRTSHCH-ESHHH!”

Sam turns back toward Dean and fumbles with the Kleenex.

“Whoa.”

“S-sorry. Did I get you?” Dean sniffs and runs his fingers along Sam’s arm, wiping off the spray, and Sam bites back a moan.

“It’s fine.” Sam feels lightheaded. Dean puffs out a shaky breath through chapped lips, then his eyes widen and he jams his fist up under his nose. Sam manages to pull a Kleenex out with trembling hands as Dean gears up for another sneeze.

“Hihhh…Sab…”

Dean squints at Sam expectantly, and Sam shoves the Kleenex into Dean’s hand just in time.

“Kkuhh-PTSHCH!”

Sam holds his breath when the bed shakes with the force of the sneeze, nearly jumps up when Dean starts pawing at his thigh.

“W-what?”

He looks down and sees that Dean is only reaching for another Kleenex from the box placed conveniently between his legs. Sam hastily hands him one and stands as Dean sneezes again and blows his nose loudly.

“Uh, Sabby,” Dean groans. He folds the tissue in half and brings it to his nose again, but stops. “Huh.”

“What?”

“Baybe that’s why your hair is purple. The cat.”

“The- my hair? Dean, there is no cat.”

“There were three, but they’re godd dow.”

“I should not have given you NyQuil.”

Dean laughs softly and grabs a handful of Sam’s shirt, pulling him close.

“You gave be the good shit. ‘S why I love you.” He sniffs wetly, his nose crinkling. “Nnsh-USHCH!”

Sam uncurls Dean’s hand from his shirt and hands him another tissue, then backs away before Dean can get a hold of him again.

“Dond’t leave. ‘b still cold.”

“You wouldn’t be cold if you were wearing your sweats. Or my hoodie.” Sam looks around for the missing sweatshirt, but its nowhere in sight. Dean finishes blowing his nose and clears his throat.

“Or if I had my Sammy.”

“I think you left it in the Impala- I’ll go check.”

“Mbgh. Stay here.” Dean reaches for Sam’s shirt again and almost gets it.

“I can’t- I need to go…find it.”

“Fide what? The cat?” Dean’s already needs to blow his nose again.

“It’ll just take five minutes.”

“Where are you goigg againd?”

Dean grabs the box of Kleenex and hugs it to his chest, pulling one out to blow his nose. Sam runs a hand through his hair and takes another step toward the door. Dean makes a frustrated sound, and the look he gives Sam is heartbreaking.

“Dond’t you wadda take care of be?”

“Oh, God yes, Dean. Of course I want to take care of you.”

“Cub here thed. I’b cold, ad you’re warb. Dond’t worry about the udicords.”

“Unicorns?” Sam chuckles, inches closer, and Dean reaches out again, his finger tips brushing the crotch of Sam’s jeans.

“Whoa, hey! Hey. Um, maybe you should take some more NyQuil.”

“Sabby, cub ‘ere,” Dean whines, his hand still outstretched toward Sam.

“Okay, okay.”

Sam leans over and tugs the covers out from under Dean’s legs, and Dean reaches up and slings his arm around Sam’s neck. He leans forward and plants a sloppy kiss on Sam’s cheek.

“Love you, Sabby.”

He laughs when Sam blushes, pulls him down onto the bed. Sam pulls the covers up over them and presses his lips to Dean’s temple. Dean sniffles and wiggles closer, wrapping one arm around Sam’s waist, and opens his mouth to say something else when he sneezes.

“HITSHhoo!” Dean rocks forward, his face buried against Sam’s neck. Sam gasps and nearly bites his tongue. Dean doesn’t pull away, only presses his face into the fabric of Sam’s shirt, and Sam can feel Dean’s chest expanding against him in time with his erratic breathing.

“HhHHHhh…uhhh-hehh-TCHSHuh! Hptch-shoo!” He snuffles into Sam’s chest, mumbles an apology, but stays where he is.

“Its fine,” Sam breathes into Dean’s hair, the fingernails of his right hand digging into his palm.

He sighs with relief when Dean stops squirming against him and murmurs something about purple cats before his breathing evens out and he starts to snore.

[Raining Strawberry]

I think I've figured it out. Sneezekinks make my Wincest World go 'round. So thank you for this.

I absolutely love how flustered Sam is by the entire situation. And how Dean refuses to relax until he's got his brother exactly where he wants him. And the hallucinations are like chocolate sprinkles on top. Again, YAY.

Good god, I am so addicted to this right now. This time last week I would never have imagined it.

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*sighs contentedly at the wonders this meme has produced inside your brain

Can you move in with me and just write Sam and Dean drabbles/stories all day long? Gah, I'm a sucker for slash.

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I think I've figured it out. Sneezekinks make my Wincest World go 'round. So thank you for this.

I absolutely love how flustered Sam is by the entire situation. And how Dean refuses to relax until he's got his brother exactly where he wants him. And the hallucinations are like chocolate sprinkles on top. Again, YAY.

Good god, I am so addicted to this right now. This time last week I would never have imagined it.

Right?! It's been more like a month for me, but I honestly never thougth I'd write this stuff:P Or want to read it- have you read Mad Server's take on this one? GOOD LORD ITS HOT. Anywho, I'm so glad you like it!! Thanks so much:)

*sighs contentedly at the wonders this meme has produced inside your brain

Can you move in with me and just write Sam and Dean drabbles/stories all day long? Gah, I'm a sucker for slash.

Hmmm...depends. Do I get to stay on the west coast?? Thank you for reading!!