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Supernatural - Ailments. Vore Fanfic Part 2. Can be considered a sequel to my more recent previous supernatural fanfic. All characters and most inventions mentioned in this piece of writing belong to the studio/creators of Supernatural. Only my imagination and words belong to me. Warning, contains soft m/m, non-fatal, non-sexual vore. ---------------------------------- The next two days were agony for Dean, lying around in his bed, watching bad daytime television and trying to keep as still as possible. Most of the time he was hungry, because Castiel would only permit him to eat a few bites of anything at a time, so that it did not smoth

Dean x sister! Reader Never again. Seaquel to "Brother my brother"    It had been a day since Dean had left his younger sister at the motel. He was angry, but now at himself. How could he do such a thing to his little sister? His baby, whom he raised since their mother died. Dean didn’t really mean what he said to her. He thought that if she weren’t around, she would be safe from them. Him and Sam. He wanted her to be as far away from them as possible. He saw how Sam nearly killed her with his physic powers and he didn’t even care. He didn’t care. He felt horrible for what he said to her. He couldn’t believe

Chapter 6: Small problems and big discoveries Dean locks up their room for the night. He peers out the window, watching as Bobby heads off to his own room, before closing the curtains. Turning around, Dean stretches his back a little and walks over to his duffle. It had been a long day and his body is aching for him to get into bed. After grabbing what he needs and shrugging out of his button-down shirt, he heads to the bathroom. A short while later, Dean exits the bathroom and goes straight to his bed. He turns the lamp off, casting the room in shadows with the only source of light coming from the neon motel sign, leaking onto the floor un

"NO!" Horrorstruck, Dean threw himself forward, hand outstretched. Not fast enough. The teeny black car faded, like it was being pulled out of this dimension. Then it flickered out of sight, and Dean's hand landed on the empty space it once occupied. There was a faint tinkling of eerie laughter that faded away, signaling the permanence of the disappearance. No. He seized the comforter, searching it as if Sam might be just within its folds. "No, no, no..." Dean dropped to the floor, his stomach twisted in knots. He peered under the bed, under the table... Behind the nightstand and even in the mini fridge. Backpedaling to the center of the r

  Dean watched his dad drive off through the dirty motel window. He was off to hunt a vampire nest at the edge of town with a buddy of his. Dean sighed as his father drove out of sight, he wished he could go and help his dad, but watching after Sammy was more important. He slipped away from the glass and looked at one of the motel beds. His gaze wandered immediately to the sleeping form of his eight year old brother and he smiled. Yeah, watching after Sammy was definitely more important. A deep rumble came from inside of him and he put a hand over his stomach. It was already 9:00 and he hadn’t eaten yet. “Hope we have some f

Chapter 5: Theories and Tests It didn’t take much for Dean to convince Ryan to trust him, because the kid was desperate for some help. Dean followed the young man outside to a well used, navy-blue car that was parked next to his Impala. “I had to put the shoebox in the backseat…” Ryan explained wearily, still unsure if he was doing the right thing. As he went to unlock the car door he paused. “You know what… I don’t think I can do this.” Dean sighed and looked inside the car at the shoebox. When he saw the little air holes he knew exactly what Ryan wanted to show him. “Let me guess. Y

Mid-January, 2009 Buffalo, NY Sam wakes up covered in sweat, and he groans while keeping his eyes shut, convinced he’ll see hazy waves of heat if he looks around. Either the heater is broken, or this shitty motel really IS a hellhole—literally. His eyes shoot open. Hellhole. Hell. DEAN. Sam sits up and looks at the bed beside him. It’s empty. His first reaction is relief: Dean isn’t having a Hell flashback thanks to the ungodly temperature of their room. Of course, his second reaction is worry. Where is he? Grimacing as his moist skin slides along cooling, sweat-laden sheets, he gets up and moves over to the bathroom.