#pre-wincest

[lord-angelfish]

Of Hairstyling and Miscommunication, Chapter 2

Hey ho! The second chapter is now out (aren't y' all lucky).

This chapter is ~1k words, rated Gen, still pre-wincest, and full of overprotective Dean.

Thanks to @herefortears and @samsblush for beta reading this for me!

Read on Ao3.

Excerpt (full chapter under the cut):

He eyed the glass next to his hand unhappily. He was tempted to just get up and refill it himself. He hesitated. If he got up, then Dean would be mad about it, but if he never found out…. 

Sam nodded to himself firmly, decision made. He'd just have to make sure that Dean didn't find out. 

Dean hummed thoughtfully, peering down at the display case in front of him studiously. 

After a moment of consideration, he looked up at the worker behind the bar and smiled charmingly. "Excuse me, ma'am," he called, rapping his knuckles on the counter, "could I get the lemon cream pie to go, please? And two slices of banana bread."

The lady smiled cheerfully at him and bagged his order, ringing him up afterwards.

"Bringing home a treat for your boyfriend?" she asked as she opened the register to get him his change.

Dean froze, taken aback. The lady saw his reaction and chuckled, mistaking his confusion for apprehension. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, you know," she said conversationally, smiling gently at him. "I saw you and your young man, the tall one, outside the other day. It's plain to see that you love him very much." 

Dean stuttered and blushed, the bag swinging gently from where it was hanging in his clenched fist. "Ma'am," he began, "I'm not - we're not -"

The lady frowned and tilted her head slightly as he stammered unintelligibly and then her eyes widened as she seemed to come to a realization. 

"You haven't told him yet?" she said in surprise. "Well, that won't do."

Clicking her tongue, she ducked under the counter. After a few seconds of rummaging around, she made a triumphant sound and came up beaming, holding a pink cupcake.

She started boxing it up and said briskly, "You see, young man, these are the cupcakes that I made for my Amelia when I asked her out - although I was a fair bit younger back then," she said with a chuckle. 

"Anyway, I made these for her when I asked her out and when I asked her to marry me. They're good luck pastries, especially for young love." 

Dean sputtered and flushed. 

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Sam set his book down on the table in front of him and sighed. Looking at his watch, he shook his hair out of his face and leaned back in his chair. 

He checked his phone idly, wondering where his brother was. He'd have thought that Dean would've been back by now, considering how overprotective he'd been acting before he left. 

…..Unless he'd gotten distracted. 

Sam groaned mentally.

He eyed his empty water glass consideringly. If his brother had gotten distracted flirting with some girl while he was out getting pie, that meant that he probably wouldn't be back for a few hours yet, which in turn meant that his plan to wait for Dean to get back to the room and make him fill up the water glass was probably not a good one. 

Sam groaned again, audibly this time, and let his head thump on the back of his chair. 

He eyed the glass next to his hand unhappily. He was tempted to just get up and refill it himself. He hesitated. If he got up, then Dean would be mad about it, but if he never found out…. 

Sam nodded to himself firmly, decision made. He'd just have to make sure that Dean didn't find out. 

He stood up carefully, standing on one leg first and gingerly lowering his other foot down to the floor. 

He winced preemptively as he started to put some weight on his hurt ankle, then breathed a sigh of relief when it did nothing more than twinge. 

He'd filled up his waterglass and made it halfway back to his seat by the time he heard the familiar rumble of the Impala's engine outside, getting louder and louder until it stopped, and was replaced by the equally familiar sound of Dean's whistling, accompanied by the stomp of his boots as he walked up to the motel room door. 

Sam froze, feeling a familiar but always odd mix of preemptive indignation, reluctant fondness, and dread, as he stood motionless, caught halfway between the chair and the sink with no support in sight. 

Dean opened the door, carrying his precious burden (which, Sam thought to himself with no small amount of amusement, almost certainly wasn't going to be shared - Dean was just that possessive of his pie). 

Dean turned around at his quiet snort, visibly drawing himself up and working himself up to righteous indignation about Sam slighting his precious pie - and then he stopped short, door creaking gently behind him as it came to a rest only partially closed. 

Sam winced preemptively, and with good reason. 

Dean growled.

He started stomping towards Sam, who was trying not to falter, and then he stopped and looked down at his hands where he was still holding the bags of groceries. 

He rolled his eyes, and turned around to set them down on the table, then turned back towards Sam. 

"Sam Winchester," he said, still sounding exasperated, but thankfully calmed down from what Sam had thought was going to be an actual blowout. 

Sam blinked, shaken out of his thoughts when Dean got to him and started pushing him back towards the table where he'd set the groceries, and where Sam had been sitting before he'd decided to get water. 

"You should have waited for me," Dean chided him, pushing him down into the chair and walking towards the sink. 

"What, I should have waited for you to get me a glass of water ?" Sam asked, pushing down the warm affection bubbling up in his chest in response to his brother's care. 

"Yes! Yes, Sam! You're still hurt, you idiot, I wasn't even gone for an hour!"

"Well how was I supposed to know you hadn't gotten distracted by some girl?" 

"Are you fucking kidding me right now, Sam. You almost died. "

Sam flushed and argued back, "I did not almost die, Dean, that two-by-four didn't even touch me!" 

Dean's mouth worked for a minute, and he scowled again. He strode forward and set down the glass of water he'd confiscated from Sam on the table with a click, then he turned around and stormed off to sit on the bed. 

Sam watched as he crossed his arms and glared at whatever was playing on the TV. 

He watched his brother sit and stew for a minute. 

"Are you going to eat this pie, or…" Sam couldn't help but ask after the silence got to be stifling. 

Dean whipped his head around and glared. "Don't even think about eating my pie, bitch," he snapped, an undercurrent of laughter running through his voice. 

Sam grinned. "I'm gonna eat it unless you get here first," he teased, sing-song. 

"Hey!" 

#salmondean #spn #sam winchester #dean winchester #pre-wincest #my writing shenanigans #hope y'all enjoy this one

[completelymindfucked]

#samdean #dean winchester #sam winchester #wincest moodboard #wincest #wincest edit #deansam #Pre-Stanford Sam Winchester #Pre-Series wincest

[samdeancrimespree]

in home when dean says “i carried you out the front door” sam says “ you did.” he looks at dean, and when he starts to give a common response “you did?”, it doesn’t come out as a question. instead it’s this realization, an of course you did. john was focused on mary, and dean was focused on sam. john spent the rest of his life in that burning house. dean carried sam out.

sam doesn’t question dean at all, even though asking something like “really?” is a normal response to being told something you didn’t know. he agrees, because the logic of his four year old brother carrying him out of a burning house makes perfect sense to him. he would’ve been more shocked if dean had said that john carried him out. and then dean says “you never knew that?” not “i didn’t tell you that?” as if he genuinely forgets that they don’t share one brain and all his memories aren’t burned into sam’s prefrontal cortex.

#i feel like that solidifies his view of dean as his protector #what im saying is both their parents died in that fire #parent dean <3 #also the way dean runs away from that convo and calls john in tears #he’s really just a baby #my love all mine #pre series #spn #wincest #samdean #mars.txt #1.09 #spn studies

[tsukiyo-7]

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.

#I'm practicing drawing their yourger selves #my first weecesters drawing was hideous let's face it #kids and teens are hard to draw :c #wincest #gencest #weecest #samdean #pre series #dean winchester #sam winchester #sketch #spn #supernatural #spn fanart #🐭 #the song is Gently by Slipknot btw

[loversofthegrave]

pre-series wincestcore 🖤🩸

#wincest #making out in truck stop bathrooms #always sharing a bed when johns gone on a hunt #<3 #teenchesters #sam/dean #🖤🩸 #pre series sam/dean #spn #supernatural

[hellhoundsprey]

"Yeah, we're doing fine... Any clue yet when you'll be back, or...?"

#hellhoundsprey #spn fanart #wincest wednesday #wincest wednesdays 2024 #wincest #pre canon #femchesters #genderbend #genderswap #I can't believe I nailed my fem!sam vision SO WELL #feral for her honestly

[pentacentric]

the deadly heatwave in the summer of '99 wasn't entirely bad, if you asked dean

...

#feral winchesters who smoke and have scars and bruises and leave beds utterly filthy #yeah teen sam wore briefs dean liked them #sam winchester #dean winchester (arm) #spn fanart #teen sam #pre-series spn #wincest #myspnfanart

[jinkieswouldyoulookatthis]

Pre-Stanford Fic Recs

for @unkindcorvid, these are the Pre-Stanford (and into early seasons) Wincest fics that I have bookmarked. Mind the warnings and tags on each.

Who's afraid of the dark?

there's no such thing as a clean break, when your heart starts bleeding out

Scenes from the Laundromat

the gold room

Like Mirrors in the Distance

Is it hot in here? Or is it just…you?

Squint into the Sunset | Glare into the Gloaming

Cold Water

miles to go before I sleep

A Matter of Time

Less Than Dirt.

#wincest #wincest fic recs #pre-stanford wincest fic recs #pre-canon wincest fic recs

[hisbrotherskeeper]

John doesn’t know what size clothes Sam wears. Stopped buying them years ago.

Dean is the one taking Sam to thrift stores and shoplifting sweatshirts from Walmart when Sam is in school. Dean buys them big—room to grow.

He’s the one feeding his little brother anyhow, and can sense it in his bones that Sam will keep on growing like a weed, bigger than him, bigger than John. Better than them, too, he thinks. Sam’s different and good and full of potential and that scares Dean as much as it makes him proud.

#supernatural meta #dean winchester #sam winchester #sam and dean #big bro loves his baby sammy #pre series wincest thoughts #wincest

[rottencaniness]

pre-canon Sammy + Dean fanart ft my shit handwriting

I’ve come to the conclusion I’m never going to *actually finish this so I’m posting it as is — btw don’t ask me what year this is set, i don’t know and can’t be bothered to figure it out

reference below — taken from pinterest

#sam draws #my art #samdean #pre canon #dean winchester #sam winchester #samdean fanart #sam winchester fanart #dean winchester fanart #wincest fanart #pre canon fanart #🔪 folder

[codependentfreaks]

Dean had been waiting in front of Sam's school for longer than he would've liked. The little shit was supposed to get out at 4p.m and he was almost half an hour late. Dean at that point was seriously considering just leaving him there to walk alone to the motel, just to teach him a lesson. But instead, he decided to call his little brother.

"Dean? Oh God, I'm sorry. I forgot to tell you I was going to be late", Sam's voice sounded different on the other end of the line, like he was in pain. Dean's big brother instincts were immediately activated.

"Sam? What's wrong?" he asked, feeling his annoyance dissipate.

"I... hurt my leg at P.E. I'm in the infirmary now, but the bandages are almost done".

Dean felt a little uneasy, shifting his weight a little. He didn't know why he was feeling like that. He didn't like Sam getting hurt, but knew it wasn't that bad. Of course, he was also worried about their father's reaction when he comes back from the hunt he was currently working on. But it was more than that, Dean just couldn't put his finger on it.

"Okay, just... Be quick."

Sam ended the call with a soft "kay" and Dean made a motion to put his phone back in his pocket, but decided to dial the number of the cute waiter he met the other night. If he had to stay outside in the sun, waiting for his brother, he might as well garantee he was going to get laid after that.

Kayleigh, the waiter, was hot. She had light brown eyes and the prettiest brown skin combined with beautiful black hair. She was nice enough to entertain Dean until Sam showed up, or at least would be if he wasn't so bothered by how long those bandages were taking. Even as her sweet voice spoke to him, Dean couldn't stop thinking about some stranger patching up his brother, someone that really believed that they could take care of Sammy as well as Dean does. It bothered him in a way that he was ashamed of saying out loud.

So as soon as he saw Sam walking — more like limping — in his direction he said his goodbyes to Kayleigh and went to help his brother.

"Finally! What happened?" Dean asked while taking the younger's arm.

"One of the guys bumped on me and I fell and twisted my ankle" Sam smiled awkwardly and Dean felt anger boiling inside of him. He truly wished it was an accident, but he wasn't sure. Sammy never had a lot of luck with people at school.

"Let's get you home" he mumbled, opening the door so Sam could get in. When Dean himself entered the car he quickly eyed the bandages around his brother's ankle and something felt wrong.

It was alright, but Dean could've done it better.

The drive back to the motel was silent, except for Metallica softly playing on the radio. Sam was resting his head on the window and he looked really tired, making Dean worry a little.

When they arrived to the motel and Dean parked the car as near to their room as he could, he was nice enough to get out first and help Sam limp his way to the door.

"Sit on the bed, let me see that ankle of yours", the eldest said as soon as they entered the room and he closed the door behind him.

Sammy looked confused.

"Why?"

"Oh, I can't ask to see my bother's twisted ankle?" He lifted an eyebrow and Sam just sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Dean took one chair and put in front of his brother. He then picked up Sam's leg to put it on his lap and when Sam hissed in pain, Dean couldn't help but mirror the sound, feeling bad for hurting his little brother even further.

He started taking the bandages off, already finding a lot of problems with it. It wasn't tight enough and it wouldn't keep Sam's ankle restrained enough. But he couldn't really blame de nurse, after all, he was the only one who truly knew how to take care of Sammy.

"You wanna tell me what really happened?" Dean asked, starting to touch his brother's ankle in different places to make sure it wasn't something worse than it looked.

"I told you, someone bumped into me and I fell", Sam answered, not looking at his brother.

"Sammy..."

"Dean, please, I don't wanna talk about it"

Dean thought about insisting, pressuring his little brother a little more. He was angry, really angry. The school was full of assholes and Dean felt like punching each one of them, specially when they put that look on Sammy's face. But instead of pushing a little more, Dean decided to give Sam a break. The kid had a hard day afterall.

After checking his brother's ankle for any further injury, Dean started wrapping it in gaze again, finally feeling like something was right. He really didn't like anyone else trying to take care of his brother, as twisted as it sounded, Sam was his to take care of.

It has always been like this. Everytime Sam was hurt, Dean had to make sure that he was the one taking care of him. Not some doctor, nurse, or even his father. Only him.

"Thank you" Sam murmured shyly as his brother finished his work. Dean couldn't help but smile.

"Yeah, I'm awesome" he answered with a smug tone and carefully placed Sam's leg on the ground again so he could stand up. "Do you want ice cream?"

Then Sammy was smiling for the first time that day and Dean felt proud for being right. He was, in fact, the only one who could take care of his baby brother.

#supernatural #fanfic #sam winchester #samdean #sam and dean #dean winchester #gencest #wincest #depends on how you read it #my writing #pre canon #weecest #weechesters #protective dean

[supernaturalkickparty]

New fic is up! Please mind the tags

Written for the bestie @fandom-hoarder and inspired by ethel cains imagery and music.

#ash writes #wincest #wincest fic #fem!sam #teenchesters #john winchester pov #weecest #stanford era #pre series #please read the tags on the fic

[completelymindfucked]

#dean winchester #samdean #sam winchester #weechesters #teenchesters #summer teenchester #wincest moodboard #pre series wincest #wincest

[samdeancrimespree]

samdean having the same blood type is so important to me like icb we never saw them giving each other blood transfusions.

it would’ve been john’s idea at first… sam gets a serious injury on one of his first hunts and he’s losing blood but they’re in the woods and john— calm, ignoring the obvious horror and self-blame on dean’s face— orders dean to the car, go get the first aid kit. dean’s out of breath when he gets back, silently taking over putting pressure on sam’s wound, entire focus on keeping him awake, you’re okay sammy, just look at me. he barely takes notice of john until he’s pulling dean’s left hand off sam, pushing up his sleeve. dean doesn’t even glance at him until he feels something stick in his forearm. that’s when he looks, seeing plastic tubing and needles. he makes brief eye contact with his father, understanding despite never going to a doctor before, and turns back to sam. sam barely reacts to the needle in his arm, just a weak flutter of eyelids, and dean sits there in shock until john smacks him on the side of the head, ordering him to stand up. dean obeys, already a good soldier at 17. he stands over sam like a guardian angel, watching his blood travel down the tube into sam’s veins as john sews the hole in his abdomen shut.

john knows from looking at him that he must be lightheaded, but dean still insists on helping sammy back to the car, sticking close to him like he doesn’t want to let go.

both boys in the backseat, pale from blood loss, but alive. sam’s head is on dean’s shoulder, and deans arm is around him, blood-stained fingers dragging up and down his arm slowly, soothing.

john doesn’t even argue about them sharing a bed that night; he’s too tired. dean refuses to leave sam’s side for a moment, washing the blood and grime off sam’s face, hands and stomach without doing the same for himself. they fall asleep with sam’s face almost against dean’s chest and dean’s arms tight around him, feeling him breathing.

once they know they can, they do it a lot. dean offering when it’s really not necessary, and sam letting him, both pretending they don’t just enjoy sharing everything about themselves.

and Maybe when they get a drop of blood on their hands they just lick it off instead of dirtying their clothes and Maybe that’s where sam got his taste for blood from but who am i to say

#dean gets a violent reminder that sam actually Is still tiny and delicate and dean could lose him #and dean hates john for bringing his baby on the hunt #i just know john was happy about the two of them having the same blood type…. even when they were babies #i love field medicine as long as it’s This #they’re such freaks #ik for demon blood plot purposes this wouldn’t happen but idc man #do you think that sam drank rubys blood and missed how deans tasted #weirdcest #wincest #weecest #samdean #blood kink #mars.txt #teenchesters #pre series

[thesupernaturallibrary]

Squint into the Sunset | Glare into the Gloaming by Dyed_Red

Summary: The 70k-word nonlinear coming of age story that literally no one asked for. "I know you want to give him the world, Dean, but you were never supposed to give him this."

#wincest #top dean winchester #bottom sam winchester #first kiss #first time #weecest #ao3 #slow burn #pre-canon #Dyed_Red

[loversofthegrave]

My favourite wincest fics recs

(because it's a duty and a service)

Other Brothers by homo_pink

summary: A callow boy can go from infancy to someone’s lover in the space of two wildflower summers.

reader note: top three favourite fic of all time, thinking of that post 'I'm never not thinking about other brothers by homo_pink' me too. Outisde POV, pre-series sam/dean

Flowers in the Impala by Evandar

summary: Kate wants them to be a family - really, she does - but there's something wrong with John's boys.

reader note: oh it's a delicious outside POV of how fucking weird our boys are. Pre-series sam/dean

Squint into the Sunset | Glare into the Gloaming by Dyed_Red

summary: The 70k-word nonlinear coming of age story that literally no one asked for.

"I know you want to give him the world, Dean, but you were never supposed to give him this."

reader note: I feel like this is an underrated fic, I really enjoyed it and I'd put it up there with the invisible boy series!

Howls in my bones by weefaol

summary: When John gets a call to investigate a series of grisly animal killings, he drops Sam and Dean at an abandoned cabin two towns over. The boys find ways to keep busy — playing cards, watching movies, chopping wood — but with a howling winter storm on the way, there’s nowhere for Sam to hide his illicit feelings for his older brother.

As the lure of desire threatens to devour him, Sam must learn to face the wolves that lurk outside and the monsters within.

reader note: so beautiful, one of my favourites. pre-series sam/dean

Letters from a Half-Finished Boy by homo_pink

summary: Dean discovers a secret journal Sammy's been writing in.

reader note: homo_pink again, I love all their spn fics. Oh angst teenage sammy I love you

Hot singles in your area by applecrumbledore

summary: In the video, the camera crawled up the kid’s body like a pair of lascivious eyes. The pan upwards revealed a sweet, pointed nose, and a mole to the left side of that nose.

Dean froze, watching. The kid’s eyes opened when the camera was still on his face, pupils darting nervously away, and those eyes were hazel green. A specific kind of hazel green that Dean had spent exactly thirty-six years looking at.

readers note: obsessed with the way Dean hunts down the guy Sam did porn with 21 years ago or so it's so canonically dean like that's exactly what he would do

#wincest #weecest #teenchesters #weechesters #pre-series sam/dean #sam/dean