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john left the boys alone during a hot southern summer back in '97 core

#wincest #next level yum

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February 1997.

The first time Sam smokes weed, it's through Dean's teeth.

It's a freezing cold night somewhere in the middle of Wisconsin. Dad's gone again. Dean was reluctant to share with Sam at first, but those pleading eyes get him every damn time.

Dean takes the first drag. He inhales slowly and deeply, trying not to cough. His eyes grow heavy as it flows through him.

“Dean? Can I try? Please?”

Dean sighs out smoke. He locks eyes onto his little brother. He pulls him towards him. Sam climbs onto his lap, straddling him. Those fucking eyes. Staring into his fucking soul. Dean takes another drag, holding it between his lips. Then he pulls Sam even closer, until their lips brush. He blows the smoke into Sam. Sam inhales deeply, eyes wide, heart pounding. His head grows hazy and heavy.

He's not entirely sure if it's from the weed or Dean.

#yes

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Sam’s Room

Pairing: winkline, sam/dean/jack, bunker series

There��s almost nothing Jack misses about being human now that his powers are back. He hasn’t forgotten the horror and overwhelming helplessness of not being able to protect the people he loves and he won’t ever let it happen again.

But still.

He slides quiet as a mouse into Sam’s darkened room. In the early hours of the morning, several hours until daylight, the stillness of the bunker is a living presence. It amplifies the easy breathing between Sam and Dean sprawled together across a bed that looks ridiculously tiny with two Winchesters in it. Dean’s on his stomach with an arm thrown across his brother’s naked chest. Ingrained protectiveness that would earn an eye roll from Sam if he was awake but here, in darkness, he curls into it.

Jack gazes down at them wistfully.  He mulls over searing memories of hours spent giving and getting hot touches, blistering kisses eventually ending in dreamy, sticky exhaustion. Easy slide into deep sleep, fucked out and glued together. He misses lazy morning wake-ups, still slick ass stretched by Dean before he’s completely awake. Two firm mouths sucking marks of belonging into his sleep-flushed skin. Sam’s teeth and tongue working puffy sensitive tits, big hand wrapped around Jack’s slender cock jerking him in rhythm with Dean’s thrusts until he seizes and spills to the growly sound of feel so good sweetheart, come for us baby.

Fully powered, he doesn’t need sleep and grows restless quickly. No more drifting off to sleep with possessive fingers buried in his sloppy fucked-out hole. No more waking to strong hands firmly turning him on his stomach, large cock splitting him open before his senses fully come on line. His instinctive whine at the sudden intrusion answered with a whispered spread your legs and be a good for daddy.

It’s enough to make a needy nephilim pout. Never mind that he got fucked within an inch of his life not more than a couple of hours ago, which is why Sam and Dean are sleeping so soundly at present. He can’t stop a dramatic sigh of longing from escaping his pink lips as he stands at the edge of the bed lost in thought.

He squeals in surprise when a large hand wraps around his thin wrist and unceremoniously yanks him over onto the bed and into the very limited space between the two prone bodies. Delighted giggles erupt as four hands eagerly swirl all over, Sam rucking up his thin t-shirt while Dean works off his plaid lounge pants. Beard scruff rubs his sensitive skin on all sides. Jack is all wiggles and smug preening when he hears an exasperated but loving he’s gonna be the death of us, Sam.

@ficforthought

#winkline bunker series only on tumblr

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Jack’s Room

Pairing: Winkline, Sam/Dean/Jack

Jack’s jaw aches in the best way, head straight back hanging over the side of his bed, giving Sam the perfect angle to work his long cock through slick mouth and into willing throat.  

Pale arms look tiny wrapped around Sam’s muscular thighs, big body straddling the boy’s silky blonde head.  Every fifth or sixth slide, Dean’s hand presses into Sam’s tailbone, big dick stays deep, throbs for long seconds against the walls of Jack’s throat, choking off air and making the kid buck like his cock is the one getting sucked.

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Bunker Series: Telescope Alcove

Pairing: dean/jack, winkline

Dean’s not sure what the Men of Letters had in mind when the huge telescope was installed just off the library but he’s fairly certain creating an intriguing space for bending over the spawn of Lucifer wasn’t it. Although, he’s always suspected they were kinky fuckers so who’s to say for sure.

It’s awkward. Angles are a little difficult and Dean’s not completely positive the whole thing won’t fall down and possibly kill them both. Jesus, he can already visualize Sam’s - you broke what? - bitchface. But -

Sam would give him a pass if he could see the sight in front of Dean right now. Jack bent in half over the counterweight at the bottom of the telescope, one pale leg propped up so Dean can get in deep, writhing and moaning with every slicked up thrust into his cute little ass. Sweet puckered lips pant Dean’s name. Slender arm reaches behind to pull Dean closer. Oh yeah - Sam would absolutely understand.

Jack pulls off nearly to the end of the thick dick splitting him open, slams back harder - grunting, chasing. Telltale wobble and erratic breathing signal he’s desperately close. Dean gets a grip on one of Jack’s shoulders, the other vise-like on skinny hip. He changes the angle slightly and pounds the boy’s insides hard enough to shake the thousand pound metal contraption in rhythm to Jack’s strangled cries.

“Yeah, fuck yeah, right there.”

Jack’s hips push out taking as much as he’s giving, fist frantically working his cock as he finally explodes. His flushed, greedy hole wrecks Dean. Strangling, sucking heat pulls a startled climax out of him, crazy tight pulse of Jack’s insides milk him dry with every deep push-pull. Breathless, boneless pleasure. Christ.

Still coming down, Dean knows there’s an obvious cliche about seeing stars just itching to be said but he’s too distracted pulling Jack’s hole open so that he can rub the head of his still hard, now sticky, cockhead through the come trying to escape and pushing it back inside where it belongs.

#winkline series only on tumblr

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Shower Room

Pairing: winkline, sam/dean/jack

Still flushed and damp from much needed showers, Jack towels off with Sam and Dean. As usual they stay within arm’s reach of each other. The trio is visibly worn but feeling better. Aches and bruises from the recent hunt soothed by the bunker’s endless hot water. Light touches, gentle nudges, and wry smiles fill the quiet room as soft towels soak up fatigue along with remaining water droplets.

Dean runs a hand over Sam’s bare hip, casual, propriatary as he one-hand scrubs a towel over his own wet hair, eyes crinkling. Sam catches Jack’s eye, soft smile, easy dimples. Something about being in the bunker lifts them up, pulls them in, fits them back together like nowhere else. The cavernous underground concrete should be dank and cold but warmth floods the place in a feedback loop sustained by soft sighs and heated glances rather than ancient mechanics.

Protected, loose, free to be together.

“You ok, kid?” Jack’s shaken from his thoughts by Dean’s low voice, looks up to two sets of concerned eyes.

He took a couple of hits during the hunt and has already been checked and rechecked by both Sam and Dean. Apparently his silence has them worried again but he’s fine and has much better other things on his mind. Sly grin pops across his face as he turns to the nearest pedestal sink lining the shower room wall, deliberately drops his elbows to the porcelain, spreads his legs and blinks wide faux-innocent eyes over his shoulder. “Fuck me, Daddy?”

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Library

Pairing: winkline, sam/dean/jack

Summary: Training is the key to developing and mastering new skills and Jack’s powers are no different. Sam and Dean help Jack improve his concentration and control through regular practice O.O

Tonight it’s a favorite training game. Naked, half-standing, sandwiched so tight he’s nearly weightless between them. Jack’s head tilting back rests on Dean’s shoulder behind him. Sam presses along his front holding the kid’s right leg under bent knee, pushed up nearly to Jack’s flat chest and out wide giving them full access to his smooth body.

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#winkline bunker series only on tumblr

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fourteen year old sammy who wants his big brother so so so bad x eighteen year old dean who doesn’t want to hurt him but never learned how to deny his baby brother anything. yeah.

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Kitchen

Pairing: samjack, samdean implied, wincest, winkline

Shuffling unhurried socked feet into the bunker kitchen, Dean glances up to see Sam and Jack standing across the room making some concoction, cooking lesson maybe. Their triumphant grins make Dean smile too. Teacher and pupil celebrating a random lesson taught and learned. But then.

Dean stutter steps. Watches fascinated by the transition from adoration to hungry on Jack’s upturned face when Sam’s big hand pats the kid’s shoulder then slides innocently up to give his neck a proud little squeeze. Sam’s deep dimples completely oblivious to the open mouthed, pink-lipped, slower-than-slow shaky exhale and soft gaze of their boy. Dean notices because it’s Sam and of course he does.

Jack blushes, slides quickly under Sam’s arm until he’s plastered all along the front of solid, warm flannel. Earns a surprised “Ooof, okay then,” and quick chuckle as Sam awkwardly pats his back with a grin. Breathy sigh, dilated pupils, little monkey clinging to Dean’s brother like it would take a crow bar to pry him off and...

Okay, that’s just about enough for fuck’s sake.

Dean’s eyes narrow. He tamps down his desire to physically grab the kid and separate him from HIS Sammy, barely.

Sam catches his eye over the top of the boy’s head. Good natured, slightly exasperated grin on his face with Jack still clinging before he notices Dean’s dark look. Sam’s seen that look countless times in unnamed bars when someone gets a little too close to him for Dean’s liking. Usually it ends in mind-blowing sex as they both eagerly affirm just who belongs to whom. Sam puts two and two together. Smirks and raises a questioning eyebrow.

Really?

Keeps eye contact with his brother, challenging as he drops his hands lower, precariously close to the faded blue seat of Jack’s tight jeans and snugs him up closer. Sweet boy sighs as Sam considers. This could get interesting.

#reminding myself of a time when i wrote things

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Fic Rec: Highly recommend A++. Fascinating characters and compelling storyline. Palpable emotions woven into gorgeous, seductive, and intense scenes. Wonderful work by @zmediaoutlet

Warnings: None

Rating: Explicit

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#remembered this fic today and woooboy it’s still amazing #j2/alex #jared/jensen/alex

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the inkling of a larger story idea i had a few months ago, wanna revisit it soon but for now take this

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Look at me, De

#oh wow #weecest art

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Yes, I will stay here for awhile For I need a break A break from the pressures of life And everything that lays in the palms of life's hands

He may have hit his grow spurt but he's still Dean's baby.

#wincest #weecest #art

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I am always always torn between "teen little sammy lusting so hard for his hot big brother while dean is so utterly oblivious. Just does not ever considers sam in sexual way even tho he loves him more than what gods can comprehend. His whole world is his baby brother but not in sexual creepy way " and "dean literally wants to devour his little baby brother when he is still too young. It makes him feel like a monster, he compensate that by being the good son, by being obedient, a good protective brother, a gentle lover while fucking others. Deep down he is burying his desire rip his tiny brother to pieces like a hungry wolf. he becomes a skilled ruthless hunter, shedding blood across the country, reminding himself that there are worse creatures than him when all he wants is to crawl over sleeping sam and claim him, fuck him and eat him and drink him"

#yes #good

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Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul? I know you will, I know you will, I know that you will.

#oh my godddd #wincest art

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would love to see john pushing sam and dean together for a kiss

#bwawp goddd lmao