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happy by whiskeycherrypie, Сэм/Дин, пост-14.15 («Peace of Mind», Сэм a.k.a Джастин Смит, акцент на вязаном кардигане)), domestic discipline, порка, оральный секс.
Очень теплый и нежный несмотря на теги игровой БДСМ.

Once Sam pulled the belt out, he folded it haphazardly in half and tapped the stiffest part, where it was bent, under Dean's chin, forcing him to look up into Sam's eyes.
“I don't know if you really deserve to call me that, Dean.”
Dean opened his mouth and came out empty on any retorts. Even back then when they had been doing this often, they hadn't been messing around with different names and titles. He didn't know what Sam wanted from him.
His hesitation earned him another impatient tap under the chin.
“Chief?”
To Sam's credit, he didn't break, but it was a near thing, mouth twitching as he fought back a smile, eyes glittering just for a second with open affection. Only too late did Dean realize how badly that could have gone; after all, almost everyone who had ever called Sam chief seriously was now dead.
“Don't test me, darling. You fucked up my shirt. It's your job to take care of my needs.”
Dean got it, then. He licked over his lips quickly, not sure how that word would go past them, but eager to try anyway.
“Yes, husband.”

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