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shinelikethunder · 1 year
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bold of SPN to not only give us a peek into both main characters' sex lives, but to make it a canonical characterization beat that the toughguy-projecting wannabe womanizer is a sweet earnest bottom in the sack and the babygirl-coded wannabe normie fucks like the world's kinkiest freight train
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au where sam goes along with the demon blood drinking 'cause he figures if anyone can grant clemency in hell, it oughta be the boy king of the fucking place.
cue full-on yellow-eyed juiced-up rightful prince of hell sam winchester who has spent the past four months picturing how he'll pour into the depths of hell with legions of demons and hellhounds at his beck and call to break his brother out of whatever implement of torture he's been strung up in... except that when he gets there, dean's unbound, unfettered, up on his own two feet with a knife in his hand, and doesn't even notice sam right away. he's dialed in, laser-focused on peeling back the skin of what might've once been a person with all the care of a shearer going after a sheep, everything from his face (oh, god, his face, his dear face; last time sam saw that face he was nailing pine boards over top of it after he'd closed the eyelids and wiped it free of blood and salt and kissed that cold, still mouth and--) to his bare feet spattered in abattoir-floor gore.
(in the end, sam's never entirely sure how he gets dean's attention -- whether he calls his name, or chokes on a sound trying to be words, or if something inside him deeper than a soul screams out for dean -- but there's a knife in dean's hand and blood on the blade when he turns to sam.)
dean just stares at him for a second, that still, cool, animal look he gets sometimes on a hunt; all predator, 'yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil for I am the meanest sonovabitich in the valley' kind'a look that makes the hair at sam's nape stand on end. then dean's face contracts all at once -- eyes narrow, lip curls, jaw tightens -- as he turns on his heel and flings his knife into the chest of the -- man? demon? demon, gotta be; nothing still human wears a face like that -- standing just out of arm's reach.
"thought we had an agreement," dean snaps, gravel-scrape low at the bottom of his register, like he's been sick but won't admit it for weeks on end. (or screaming. like he's been screaming, a lot, for weeks. or months, maybe. but maybe not; sam's been wrong before.) "no more projections, no more games. we agreed."
the demon puts his hand to the hilt of dean's knife, still buried in his chest cavity, and sam can't have that, can't have an armed demon within throwing distance of deandeandeandeandean, and all he has to do is think about it -- not even really think, not anything so complicated as holding the words or the image of it in his brain; just the intention behind the thought is enough to send the knife jerking out of the demon's grasp and slapping handle-first into sam's open palm.
the demon doesn't laugh, exactly, but his face stretches into what might be the memory of a grin; all teeth, no smile. "we did, and I have not thus far reneged on our agreement, boy. if I'm not mistaken, that's the genuine article; sam winchester, in the flesh. and what pretty flesh it is, too. goddamned succulent."
"hey!" dean barks, "knock it off." that habitual, spine-up, big brother voice that's been part of sam's life since before he can remember. "quit talking about his fucking... flesh." he says 'flesh' in a tone people usually reserve for words like 'fascism' and 'gangrene' and sam's chest aches for the dean-ness of it.
for a second, like a hologram or a magic-eye puzzle, sam sees dean. dean disarticulated, splayed out like a frog pinned to a dissection board, chest cut open, organs scooped out and toyed with and put back wrong. bones rent from their joints, eyes ripped from their sockets, fingers broken one knuckle at a time, nails torn from their beds in a bloody little pile. pieces cut off and waiting for their white waxed paper wrappers; bloody red pieces of flank, ribs, leg, shoulder.
"dean."
(he doesn't say his brother's name so much as he breathes it, horror and relief and delight and longing all shading his tone.)
the look on dean's face is like missing the bottom step of the staircase in the dark. he looks at sam like he hasn't seen him in a hundred years. he looks at sam like he saw him yesterday, the very last thing he saw, sam's face inches from his when his pupils blew out, the fine muscles inside his eye relaxing as his brain and heart and lungs all stopped working.
"sam?"
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wickedwitchofthesouth · 3 months
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"We were defeated by the Brothers Winchester," and it's literally just a lumberjack and some college dropout.
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"C'mon, Sammy, he ain't comin'. Let's roll."
— for @winchester-reload's Suptober22 day 9: VINTAGE
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flugame-mp3 · 16 days
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it's wild to me that dean is always so shocked at children of monsters, especially relatively well-adjusted adjusted ones à la garth and the werewolf family in 9x12... like the concept of a second generation werewolf baffled him. but is he not a direct mirror of that?? are he and sam not the second generation of a way of life that ostracizes one from society and often results in premature death (dare i say... see: 15x20)? like hunters and monsters are at odds, sure, but in a way that just makes them interesting foils to each other, meaning that he's a mirror to the very thing he can hardly believe exists. very... dean.
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astudyinfreewill · 10 months
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y’know what. the cw supernatural committed many war crimes but whatever else they did, at least they never pulled the older brother calls younger brother ‘little bro’/younger brother calls older brother ‘big bro’. what is that shit. literally anathema to anyone who has ever had siblings in real life. calling each other by name/shortened name/weird ass insults is the correct and time honoured praxis so they did at least get that right.
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destielcorecore · 6 months
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Every time someone in supernatural refers to salmondean as "the brothers winchester" I do a little giggle gaggle. Why is that so funny
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strawlessandbraless · 1 month
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Possessive Castiel with a marking kink makes me feral
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torturedpoetemotions · 2 months
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John tells Sam the mission comes before everything as Dean lies, barely conscious, bleeding in the back seat. Dean's not devastated by this. He's not angry. He's resigned. He braces himself to be a good soldier, because after all isn't that what he's for? A willing sacrifice for the mission.
But then Sam says "no sir, not everything," and glances at his brother in the rear-view mirror. It's the first time someone tells Dean he's more than canon fodder.
Years later, the angels demand that Castiel kill Dean to prove his loyalty, for the greater good. Dean looks into Cas's face and braces himself, like a good soldier. That's what he's for, right? That's what he's always been for. A willing sacrifice for the mission.
But then Cas meets Dean's eyes and says "I can't" and gives up his army to save Dean's life. Once again, Dean is reminded that he matters. That he is not expendable.
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monstersandbrothers · 23 days
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sam helps Dean with his deep breathing exercises every time he’s anxious. if U even care
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shinelikethunder · 7 months
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i've seen plenty of talk in SPN fandom about missing s1-3 Dean and honestly i feel it too - it's hard not to - but do you ever think about both Sam and Dean feeling the same sometimes. about them haunted by a grief they can't admit to for that sweet, brash, dumbass kid who sold his soul for his brother and whose body is still rotting at the bottom of an unquiet grave with his guts ripped out.
about Dean knowing damn well what it'll sound like if he ever admits to missing that kid who could never have done the things he's done, and who finally died for good in hell when even that was tortured out of him.
about Sam knowing damn well what his grief for that kid once drove him to do, even (especially) when he was right there next to - and a total mess about how to deal with - the Dean who came back wrong.
they both know better than to talk about it. but sometimes it haunts them, all the same.
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feelingthedisaster · 22 days
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being in the supernatural fandom is so funny. there are pages-long essays about characterization, metaphors and picture. there is a lot of crack. the fandom is divided whether you ship world's biggest age gap or incest. one of the main actors has an ao3 account and has probably read the fanfiction. another one of the main cast made his own fanfaction and turn it into a tv show. your favourite characters dies, you laugh bc it wont last, the stay dead for a little bit too long and you start to get worry, they get resurrected and damn, these writers dont know when to stop, its the third time they died and came back, fucking commit to it. we all hate the writers and producers. literally invented queerbait and we all fell for it. a random character from a totally unrelated show is canon bisexual and wow, we are trending. you want to defend your fav character and your main obstacle is your fav character (you gaslight yourself into "all fault is on the writers not my baby"). we out-trended the us elections and contine to trend on every anniversary of that day. we discuss which season is the best like they arent a recycled plot we already seen. the show was meant appel to conservaties and the fandom is made of gay people somehow. the main characters are alcoholic murderers that do extremely questionable stuff every season and we love them for it. someone outside the spn fandom finds out you are in and they look at you like you are insane and you cant even blame them.
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nahpkmp · 2 months
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Wanted to share this little animation that I made 😵‍💫😵‍💫
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rustic-space-fiddle · 5 months
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Baby Winchestahs 🪦🔥 I messed up the perspective w the background but I like the background so eat me
Yeah so what up I’m back punks
I’m watching Supernatural finally and ngl as a child o’ God it’s almost laughable sometimes (“God has left the building” “God never even knew your name” gorl wHAT— 🤣🤣) but I love the Winchester bros and Bobby and Cas so much. Idk if people care about spoilers for this because I’m only in season 10 and I’m so many years late as it is, but I want Bobby back. Bring him back. I miss him. Bring him back.
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flugame-mp3 · 16 days
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it's wild to me that dean is always so shocked at children of monsters, especially relatively well-adjusted adjusted ones à la garth and the werewolf family in 9x12... like the concept of a second generation werewolf baffled him. but is he not a direct mirror of that?? are he and sam not the second generation of a way of life that ostracizes one from society and often results in premature death (dare i say... see: 15x20)? like hunters and monsters are at odds, sure, but in a way that just makes them interesting foils to each other, meaning that he's a mirror to the very thing he can hardly believe exists. very... dean.
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acecroft · 4 months
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SUPERNATURAL 3.08 'A Very Supernatural Christmas'
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