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Warning: These are random story ideas that attack. There is some genderswapping and shipping. Most of it will be Wincest because Patonic Soulmates? I've never seen it done. Don't get me wrong I love the show and the relationship between the boys in it but I just think that if you have a Soulmate you'll be drawn to them no matter what, sometimes you'll fight it sometimes you won't. These will also contain a lot of Dean being twisted or evil in someway, it's a kind of kink of mine. There will be Sam being evil but not often and rarely without Dean being evil as well.

So it'll be in groups of ten with a word title. The Word is what I hear or I think of when the fragments attack. Also if anyone reads these and thinks they can turn it to a story please do so and message me so I can read it! Thanks.

1. Possessive

Sam spoke to the cute bartender with a polite smile on his face. Dean was watching his every move like a hawk from the other end of the bar. Sam bristled slightly, it was one thing for him to stare while he played pool but this was over the top. Dean was watching to see if Sam would be unfaithful. Dean whored himself around and yet he still held Ruby and Jess against Sam. They were in a committed monogomous relationship, after years of messing around or outright ignoring the messed up atraction, and yet Dean wouldn't let the past rest. Sam felt Dean slidle up to the empty stool next to him.

"Hey Sammy." Dean's voice rumbled with dark jealous feelings. Promises of bruises and bites were wrapped up in that voice. "You ready to go?"

"It's Sam and sure, just let me finish my glass." Dean grinned, glaring slightly at the shocked bartender.

"Awesome." He sat on the empty stool and wrapped an arm around Sam's waste. The larger man was practically dragged onto the older male's lap. By now the bartender was openly gaping at the pair and Sam sighed. Dean pressed his face into Sam's neck and laid a soft patch of kisses to the warm flesh. Sam shivered and glanced around. The other patrons looked wary and uncomfortable.

"You are such a Neanderthal." Sam muttered and finished his beer.

"Fancy words sound insulting no matter how you say them Sammy."

2. Darkness

They all thought it would be Sam who went Darkside on them. He was the rebel, he was the babe tainted with blood and flame. They never even bothered to listen to his arguments. They only saw the brightness destined to fall, never once thinking that the Morningstar was the oldest child, that the Prince was the younger of the two. No, they all thought it would be the one who loathed killing Monsters without reason. They should have realized that he was the Light. And the Light is surrounded by darkness, even protected by it. They all thought is was Sam.

3. Pedistal

He placed him onto a small pedistal so that he could never escape. He tried to and rocked the foundation of his prison constantly but his older brother always caught him and put him right back. Their father hadn't seen it until it was too late, hadn't seen what he had caused what he had done until the very end. No one ever saw until it was too late. The precious Light would never be taken from him no matter what. Neither Heaven nor Hell could render it from him. And anyone who thought differently was wrong.

"Silly Sammy." He cooed softly, stroking long brown hair reverandtly. "I'm always watching over you." Back onto his pedistal the youngest Winchester went.

4. Claim

Sam honestly didn't know how he got where he was; pinned under his older brother on a bed in some rundown motel as said older brother left marks all over his skin.

"Say it." Dean commanded around the flesh he refused to release.

"I love you."

5. Master

Sam wasn't the dominate partner. He had seen the fanfiction that depticted him as such; it amused him to no end that people made him the top. Dean was the one who rarely turned down sex from anyone. He was also rarely capable of releasing control to anyone else. Sam was the one who was admitibly more feminine of the two and far more in touch with his feelings and had basically had someone controlling him his whole life (he guessed that most people figured that was why he would take control in his sex life).

"Whatcha thinkin' 'bout Sammy?"

"It's Sam." He replied instantly. "Not much. The papers aren't showing anything really weird or odd lately." They were between jobs at the moment and without a lead on a new one. Dean draped himself over Sam's back.

"Then make me some dinner Bitch."

"Make it yourself Jerk. Your hands aren't broken." But he shut down his computer anyway. Dean smirked at him.

"Why should I when you make such a good Housewife?" Sam shoved his brother and scoffed.

"I'm not a Housewife until a) We're married, b) we actually have a house, c) I stop working, and d) I turn into a woman."

"So marry me."

"Oh yeah I can see that going down so well in the local Court House." Sam muttered as he looked through their supplies wondering if he had anything that they could have at their motel instead of having to go out.

"Fuck a Court House." Dean said and tossed himself onto his bed. "We've never fallen into the catagory of normal society even when we try." Dean would always hold Stanford and Lisa against Sam.

"Are you saying all this because you actually want to marry me?" Sam raised an eyebrow at the girlish notion. "Or are you just being an ass like usual?" Dean glowered at Sam and the taller brother laughed at him. "Yeah that's what I thought." He muttered and rolled his eyes.

"You haven't answered me yet Sammy."

"You really think I'd say no? As long as I'm not the one in white I don't give a damn." Both shuddered at the memory.

"White really isn't your colour. I'll try and find a pink dress for you."

"Jerk."

"Bitch."

6. Words

Dean would never understand the value of words. Written or spoke. Sam however was well aware of words, their value, and their power.

Freak. Something I would Hunt. Demon Blood.

Words echoed within his mind over and over again. It seemed the good things he heard were drown out by the bad.

Pick a continent. My Vessel. Suck it up! Say yes!

There was never an escape from the words until now. Dying by his own hand had been a messy affair and he had learned how to make it short and quick. He had learned to make it long and painful. And in that lesson he leaned how to make the voices stop, if only for a while.

Your fault I'm dead. Kill you. Sam!

Sam Winchester lay floating in the middle of a blessed lake, used for baptizing people. His stomach held a knife wound and he aws bleeding out. His mind was silent for once, save the beating of his heart. It was slowing down rapidly. He wasn't cold like the last time this had happened, no he felt lukewarm in the water. He managed to spare a thought about the water and apologize for tainting it with his blood.

Goodbye Dean.

7. Silence

Dean groaned and glared at his flashing phone. He hadn't been expecting a call. He barely remembered the previous night. with a slight grin he opened his phone. It had only been Sam. Last time he spoke to Sam his brother hadn't sounded well. He groaned. He really didn't want to talk to Sam so soon. A cool hand was on his forehead. Dean frowned and shook his head looking around. There was no one there.

"Graet now I'm imagining things." He grumbled to himself. He got up and stumbled into the bathroom. After taking care of everything there he came out refreshed. Dean woulcn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked at his phone before he got dressed. He needed coffee before he listened to his brother.

Once he had his coffee he opened his phone and typed in his access code.

"Um hello? Uh however this is do you know a tall guy with longish brown hair? 'Cause uh... Well um he's uh."

"Come on dude spit it out." Dean grumbled, concerned growing.

"Well they fished him outta the lake this morning and it looks he doesn't look so good. So uh come to..." Whatever the person on the other end was going to say was lost as Dean lost his grip on the phone.

"Sammy?" He called and felt the cool touch again.

8. Territory

Sam looked over at Dean. He was flirting with the women around him at the pool table. The younger brother rolled his eyes and looked back at his laptop. Someone sat next to him and almost instantly Sam felt Dean's eyes fixate on him.

Dean extracted himself from the girls and sprawled out behind Sam moments later. He rested his chin on his brother's shoulder and gave a cold smile to the woman who dared encroach on his territory.

"Mine."

"What?" She muttered, blinking in shock.

"I'm taken sorry. And he's a caveman." Sam said giving a polite smile. Dean hummed and continued to glare at the woman, glad that he had listened to his brother for once since this bar was playing some damn good music and had open taste. It meant he didn't have to worry about being hate crimed.

9. Wash

Dean groaned and attempted to spoon into Sam. His eyes snapped open when he found that his younger brother was missing. His Sasquatch's side of the bed was relatively cool meaning he hadn't been their in a while. Dean frowned and blinked on confusion. He should have heard Sam get up and out of bed. He tensed up, what if it was all a lie? What if he wasn't really out and this was all just a trick? Green eyes snapped to the door as he heard the rumble of the Impala and he got out of bed, knife in hand, and opened the door. Sam was climbing out of a freshly cleaned Impala and had coffee and doughnuts in his hands. Dean was on him like shit on velcro.

"Dean? The hell man?" The lighter brunnette didn't reply he simply pulled the taller brunnette into their room and set about attempting to pull his Soul out of his mouth. "Dude!" Sam yelped as he was shoved on the bed.

"You tryin' ta give me a heartattack and a hard on at the same damn time?" Dean growled pulling off Sam's shirts.

"You are so weird Dean." The older man hummed softly and sucked a mark onto Sam's neck.

"You took good care of my Baby right?"

"Of course I did."

"Probably washed her down once a week."

"Are you seriously getting turned on by the thought of me washing the Impala?"

"Mm bet you waxed her too."

"You are so fucked up."

"Yeah?" Dean raised an eyebrow, lifting his head to meet Sam's gaze. "And how many little brothers enjoy their big brother fucking their brains out?" Sam didn't have a comeback for that and Dean knew it. He smirked before returning to turning Sam's brains to mush.

10. Thursday

Castiel looked at the Winchesters as they looked at eachother in interest. Sam nuzzled Dean's short hair and the older brother smirked before mouthing at Sam's pulse.

"It's kinda awkward for you to just stand there Cas." Dean rumbled. "If you aren't going to really watch then get over here." Sam shivered and his hazel gaze moved from Dean to Castiel and the Angel felt trapped. He swallowed and slowly felt his feet moving him over to the Winchesters. This promised to be an insteresting Thursday. Briefly Castiel wondered what his superiors would say before he was pulled between Sam and Dean.