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guys hear me out because this won't leave my mind.
imagine john going to pastor jim and telling him about sammy right after mary dies. imagine pastor jim telling him he would raise sam in the church so he'd be safe.
pastor jim raising sammy as a religious, catholic boy who sometimes helps with exorcisms. when he turns sixteen he begins to study to become a priest himself.
now imagine john, hunting the yellow eyed demon, ends up dying.
dean reads john's journal and tracks sam down (he has a distant memory of having a little brother but john convinced him it was an imaginary friend). when he finds him, sam is already a priest.
pastor jim recognizes dean and tries to talk him out of it, but dean is pissed, he wants to know this boy and understand why the hell john spared him of the same life he had and how is he connected to the thing that killed his father (and his mother, as he read on the journal).
when the two of them meet, sam feels a sickening connection. the more dean gets to know him, the more he thinks sam is the most pure and holy being in existence and understands why john has been protecting him all these years.
meanwhile sam, who has been struggling with how different he's felt all his life and how he never seems to get himself completely clean of whatever this is no matter how much he prays, senses that this feeling is slowly tipping over the edge ever since he met dean.
the closer he gets to this dean guy, his brother, the more it feels like his body is made of mistakes and sin and he needs to ask for forgiveness but he doesn't know how because he can't even name what this is, he just knows it's not okay, it's not how he's supposed to feel, not about anyone and specially not about his damn brother, so he just prays to be forgiven for everything, his life and mind and body are nothing but guilt and he prays for this hunger to leave his body before it takes over him.
(dean struggles with his own feelings because he's obviously supposed to hate this guy because mom and dad died because of him and what if john knew the very person he tried to protect all his life is the same person dean is growing more and more hungry for and how he wishes to have his hands all over his brother's, the priest's body and to corrupt him until he's the only god he knows)
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LITERALLY that "dad I'm gay and stronger than you" post had me like ..! my friend and I have been screaming for A Week Straight about the concept of Actual Child Monarch boykingofhell!Sam manifesting his powers early on and just. he and Dean figuring this is probably just another one of those Things We Don't Tell Dad. like, Sam who always knows where the radar traps will be on the interstate, and Sam jedi-whammying the motel clerk into forgetting their overdue payments... John flipping his absolute shit when he finds out; Sam being like "you can't stop me" and John being like "... You're /twelve/, yes, I can" and Sam being like "uh. you're just a guy, dad. I have all of hell at my disposal. do your worst, I guess???" John figuring that if he can't exorcize the hell outta Sam, he can at least make sure Sam can't get out of hell; telling Dean that he really tried but that the demonic forces killed Sam before John could save him; smash cut to early-20s Dean in his first year of solo hunting encountering a crossroads case, where the vics freak out anytime they're alone with him because "can't [he] see that massive fucking hellhound trailing after [him]?!" and the crossroads demon who can't believe who they're looking at when he finally gets them cornered. crossroads demon who smokes out under exorcism, but not before telling Dean "your brother wants to see you"
...anon...holy shit anon...
you are so correct!!
i think that in this situation (growing up with (to his knowledge) a dead sam, and a dad that "let" him die) dean would be more than passively suicidal. he doesn't care about himself, he failed. sam is dead. dean gets reckless, but he just barely avoids dying more than once, just a hairsbreadth.
he drinks until he can't walk straight, gets in the car, and wakes up in the motel parking lot. he goes half-cocked into a werewolf hunt, and he's sure that there's a werewolf behind him about to take him out (and isn't going to stop it, not really), but when he finally gets his finger around the trigger and turns around, the werewolf's ten feet away looking blank and confused. he puts a nominal effort into stitching up a bullet hole, doesn't even bother digging the slug out, and passes out in a random motel. next morning, the bullet's on the nightstand, and the stitches are even and tight. it's not enough to be completely concerned--hell, dean's borderline black-out drunk at any given moment, can't remember the last time he was completely sober--but it's...weird.
animals suddenly hate his fucking guts. dean used to tease sammy about it, about the fact that animals seemed to love dean and hate sammy. they would cringe away from sam's touch, skitter out from under his feet. birds would land on the impala if dean was driving, deer would poke their heads out of the woods if he walked past. but now...dean can't remember the last time he even saw a dog.
they just...flee. even at witnesses' houses, dean sees food bowls and chew toys and hears nails clacking on wood upstairs, but they tuck tail and run as soon as he knocks on the door.
after that first case, that first crossroads case where they name the thing, a Hell Hound...dean thinks it's bullshit. he's heard of black dogs, but this is new. it's weird.
he names it hooch. he and sam had seen that movie at a drive-in one summer, and he figures he's kind of fighting crime, right? he jokingly orders an extra patty on his burger and leaves it out for his imaginary dog, and the next morning it's gone. on the next hunt, the vampire doesn't even come within fifteen feet of dean before something rips its leg off at the knee.
when he calls the demon, it keeps looking down at dean's feet warily, back and forth, like something is pacing between them, something low. the demon keeps giving vague non-answers, distracted, and dean slaps his thigh, calls, 'hooch. down, boy.' and the demon...stops.
then those words...your brother wants to see you your brother wants to see you yourbrotherwantstoseeyou YourBrotherWantsToSeeYou.
dean is apoplectic. he finds the colt, finds the gate, heads into hell without a second thought, muttering to hooch the whole way (you better fucking rip some demons up you lazy son of a bitch).
sam's eyes are yellow, all the way through. bright yellow. he's huge. grown. beautiful. it's everything dean never thought he'd get to see. he dreamed about sam being this old, about sam having hands that dwarf a machete handle, of shoulders that blot out the stars.
sam doesn't react at first, knows that dad sent dean on a solo hunt before it all went down, but doesn't know how much dean knew about it, about dad locking him down here. dean doesn't even question why he's on a throne, why demons flank him on either side, heads bowed, why no demons even tried to stop dean from getting here, why they flinched away from him like something would swoop out of the dark and steal them if they brushed his shoulders.
"sammy," dean says--begs, really--for the first time in years, sam's smile falters. his eyes are hazel again, and his bottom lip trembles, and dean begs, "come with me, come home. please."
maybe it works, and they leave, and dean pulls sam into a hug so vicious that they both cry. maybe sam works from afar, and they relearn each other. their first hunt is ripping john winchester's head from his shoulders and trading kisses in his blood.
or maybe it doesn't. maybe dean stays, because they won't be separated like this, not again. the world's got other hunters, and dean has sam, and the rest of it can go fuck itself.
and sam has the life he's always wanted: power. respect. love. dean. (those last two are the same, really). and a dog, that keeps stealing dean's shoes.
anyway anon...much to think about...i love this...and you, coincidentally, mwah.
you and your friend galaxy-brained this one i fear.
-lizzy
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wincest smut <3 ficlet, didn't bother doing a word count
bottom dean, top sam, degrading & ownership kink
they're inseparable. they have been since the moment they first touched, first got the taste of the forbidden fruit that was each other. they could barely even process how they were feeling with the intensity of it all. sam's large frame practically looms over dean's smaller one, they're both covered in each other's sweat and there's spit splattered all over their mouths and chins, sloppy with fervor and urgency. they need each other. it's all they know. it's never sam or dean, it's sam and dean, together, bonded by so much more than their family line.
dean's panting underneath his brother, biceps flexing under the much too big hoodie of sam's that he wore as he strains to control himself. sam's just too fucking hot like this, he's got his hand around both of their cocks and pumping his hand up and down fast but in a rhythmic way. dean could just get lost in it looking at him.
sam feels pretty much the same about his brother, although he wishes he had've been able to slip off the hoodie to take in the entirety of dean's skin. he's not complaining about what he ended up with, though, either. dean looks so small in the bulkiness of the hoodie, and something about that just makes him want him more. the fact that he can reduce his brother to this sends a hot thrill up through him, and he finds himself tightening his grip on their cocks. he earns himself a gorgeous little whimper from dean, and he grins to himself as he sees his brother's head throw back.
"god, you're so pathetic," he spits, and the shiver through dean's thighs doesn't go unnoticed. "letting your baby brother do this shit to you? kind of fucking whore are you?"
and oh, god, dean doesn't have any words. his hips and thighs are shaking desperately. he needs sam so bad it's like an instinct at this point, driven by the primal urge to fuck and be fucked, and he doesn't necessarily mind that sam's usually the one fucking him. this is just foreplay; pretty soon sam will be so deep inside his brother that it'll be impossible for either of them to feel anything but each other. each other's warmth, love, passion, unresolved anger, everything about each other belongs to one another. it just so happened to be the order of operations that sam was really fucking good at bossing his brother around. and of course, dean was completely compliant to it.
"y- yeah," he panted out, his hips desperately jerking up in time with the rhythm of sam's hand. "your whore, sammy. all yours, all fucking yours, holy shit-" he let out a breathy moan as he felt himself nearing the edge, felt sam's pace pick up because he knew. it was barely a few seconds before he could feel warm spurts ending up all over his thighs hips; his vision was white and searing hot like his whole soul was relishing the feeling.
it didn't last long. sam pulled away before he was fully finished, and then he could feel his brother's cock prodding at his hole. he'd prepared prior, since sam was usually too impatient to do it for him, but even still, he got the feeling sam was going to be particularly ruthless tonight.
he didn't even mind. sam could do whatever he wanted to him and he'd have no complaints. he loved his little brother, and he'd do anything to ensure that he was happy. so if fucking his brother was what made him happy, who was dean to say no?
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Extreme weecest rec list part two
Part one here
pretend games - Dean is 12, Sam is 8. Leans in to the fucked up. Felt very healing to read and I wish there were a thousand more just like it.
Baby’s On Fire - same ages as above but smuttier.
Brand Spanking New - spanking, obviously, but also wrestling turning into sex.
Crawl Inside This Second Skin - knifeplay/bloodplay.
It’s About Us - Sam’s 14. He watches Dean masturbating which leads to Dean “teaching” Sam.
Like it Should (make it hurt) - Sam is 12. Spanking fic.
Top-Quality Sins - Sam’s in his later teens but. Well. You’ll see.
Putting On A Show - teenage Sam and Dean make out while high to try and convince twin girls to do the same
The Only Thing - nipple play. Starts very young.
Resemblance to Sense - barely counts as weecest imo but the characterization in terms of them being weird about each other’s sex lives the way they are in canon is so good I’m including it anyway
Brotherly Love - Dean makes Sam wear a plug to school. High school aged.
Edging Toward Grey - again, barely weecest but the characterization of over involvement in each other’s sex lives is amazing
Honorable mentions:
A freak who’s searching for redemption - I recced this before but I’m mentioning it again just to say that you should listen to Dust Bowl by Ethel Cain while reading it
Realizations - my own fic so I won’t attest to the quality but I will say you aren’t going to find more extreme weecest anywhere
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So, here it is, my first Wincest fic 🥳
It wasn’t Sam's fault that serial killers excited him. And wasn’t Dean’s fault he would do weird stuff to please Sam.
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Rape/Non-Con (Actually doubt con)
Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005)
Categories: M/M
Relationships: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester
post series, POV Sam Winchester, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, rough sex, Objectification, possessiveness, light bondage, serial killer kink, marking kink, role play, knife play, light blood play, rape play, light Break Me!Sam¹, light Tamer!Dean, mention of cannibalism, mention of necrophilia, Incest
Okay, thats PRETTY dirty, one of the dirtiest things I ever wrote, but I enjoyed it a lot, so hope you guys enjoy it too.
Please read the tags and warnings before reading!
PS: I put it only to registered users because it's mature, hope this don't prevent anyone from reading
¹Break Me submissives in BDSM play with physical struggle, they resist if not restrained, appealing to physical fights and runaways, making the scene look like a rape
²Tamers in BDSM are doms that deal with disobedient subs and have to discipline them
Credits of the Moodboard:
Photo by Jon Tyson na Unsplash – Taxidermy Deer
Photo by Akinori UEMURA na Unsplash – Chains
Photo by Igor bispo on Unsplash – Knife
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Junk Accounts - Chapters 5 & 6
I did it! I finished it! AND y'all get two chapters instead of just one!!!
Tag list below the cut
@loving-family-poll @violet-phoenix-nebula @aceing-on-the-cake
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hey tumblr. bet you came here from the tags. well guess what this is NOT a wincest post you have been FOOLED if you ship wincest please take your meds 💞
#wincest#sam and dean#sam x dean#samdean#deansam#weirdcest#wincest fanart#wincest fic#wincest wednesday#wincest edit#wincest art#wincest fanfiction
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Fic rec (SPN, Dean/Sam, Explicit): You'll Hear Your Brother's Cry by orphan_account
Still on my traipse through season 12 episode-related fics, this one was pain and healing all rolled into one for 12x11 Regarding Dean (the one with the memory stuff).
It's tender and heavy and very, very hot, but it's the emotions that will really get you.
While the work has been orphaned, it never hurts to leave your love for the author in the form or comments and kudos. They might still be watching out there. 💖
#supernatural#supernatural fanfiction#spn fanfic#fanfiction#fanfic#spn#sam winchester#dean winchester#sam and dean#samdean#deansam#dean and sam#wincest#wincest fanfiction#wincest fic#wincest rec#fic rec#fanfic rec#fanfiction rec#other peoples fic#spn fic#supernatural 12x11 regarding dean#regarding dean#i could tag for three thousand years#and i could tag for three thousand more#my recs
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Retirement
Warnings: Sibling incest (but you know that if you're in the wincest tag 😏) Smut 18+
Pairings: Sam/Dean
Word Count: 3525
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When he suggests to Dean that they should think about retirement after they’re sure that Chuck is really gone, Sam never thought that Dean would go for it, and he never took into account how bored they would both be. Dean made him promise that either of them could choose to get back into hunting if they wanted, but even though retirement was incredibly dull, Sam refused to be the first one to cave. He never wanted to admit that maybe spending their lives hunting wasn't so bad. It turns out that Sam loved spending his every waking minute of his life with Dean. At first, it had been out of necessity as Sam had lost his mom and his girlfriend, and his dad was missing. He couldn’t just leave Dean to do everything by himself, and he had nothing keeping him at Stanford anymore. That felt like a lifetime ago, and sure, both men had other relationships, but the one constant in their lives was each other. Still is. They’ve lost so many people over the years, that’s what being a hunter is, and they know they can only count on each other.
The only constant in Sam’s life has been Dean; there was no question that they would retire together. The only worry that Sam had was that Dean would get bored and make them go back to hunting. As bored as Sam was, he knew that continuing to hunt in their 40s was not feasible. It was just too physical and dangerous, and Sam couldn’t risk losing Dean after everything they had survived. He would do anything he could to keep Dean from hunting, if only for his own safety. He lets the man eat as much bacon and drink as much beer as he wants because he wants Dean to be happy with something else other than hunting. He wants Dean to be happy with everything. He wants Dean to be happy with him. He’s almost positive that Dean is happy with him; this is the most relaxed he’s seen his brother in years, and now, he works on his cars for fun and not just to get out his anger.
There was one thing that Sam didn't really think about, not until Dean brought it up one night while they were watching some old western movie that Sam tolerated only for Dean. They were both leaning back in their individual recliners, beers in their hand, when suddenly Dean looked over at him. “Y’know, I never really wanted to retire, but I have to admit, this is pretty great, Sammy.” Dean’s still-perfect teeth flash at him as he tips the glass bottle in his direction.
Sam is taken aback; first, he doesn’t expect Dean to interrupt a cowboy movie to say something like that, and second, he doesn’t think that even if Dean realizes he is correct, the stubborn man will never admit it. “Yeah?” Sam questions because he is getting older and always worried he may actually go crazy someday.
“Yeah. Only thing missing is the sex.” Dean says it so casually, and Sam almost spits out the swig of beer he had taken. He manages to swallow but coughs a few times, and Dean’s hand comes up to slap at his back. “God, I was just kidding, man.” Dean snorts. “Well… not really, but don’t worry. You won’t have to hear about it.”
God, Sam wishes that he could hear about it; more than that, he wishes he could be in it. After all those years of hearing Dean talk about his exploits in considerably explicit detail and feeling the sick jealousy curl in his stomach, he wishes he would speak up and tell Dean what he wants. He can’t. He won’t. He and Dean are finally in a good spot, the best spot they’ve ever been. Comfortable and safe. What if Sam admitted his twisted feelings and things went south? What if Dean called him a freak and told him to get the hell out? Sam doesn’t think he could take that. “Yeah, I uh… it’s fine.” Sam mumbled when he finally caught his breath again. “I mean, you can tell me if you want, I know you have no one else.” It’s meant to tease, but Sam doesn't think his tone quite reaches it. Dean laughs anyway.
“I used to before I got stuck with you.”
Sam would be hurt if he didn't look over and see the dopey smile that slid onto Dean’s lips. Was he reading into this? “You had plenty of people you could tell while you were ‘stuck with me’.” He uses air quotes and rolls his eyes. They were never stuck with one another; they always chose each other.
“Who was I gonna talk to at that time, Sammy?” Dean snorts. “Bobby? Jo? I don’t think so.” He adds a little chuckle to the end of that, but they both know that each of their hearts cracks a little bit when they remember their long-gone friends.
“Who are you gonna talk to now?” Sam smirks. He hated to think about it, but they really had fewer people to talk to now than they started with. Part of him still wanted Dean to tell him about all the times he had sex. He could picture himself in the girl's spot while Dean was talking and use it to his advantage after they went to sleep like he used to. It wasn’t the best idea he had, and it used to rip his heart out, but it worked for him, and even though he had his own stories; Meg, Ruby, Eeileen, he always came back to Dean. He always wanted Dean.
“You’re right.” Dean chuckles. “I guess you’re shit outta luck, Sammy. You’ll have to hear about it.”
Sam didn't mind, and he didn’t feign as if he did. He was too busy thinking about how he might be able to introduce his thoughts to Dean without completely losing him. Unbeknownst to Sam, Dean was thinking the same thing, trying to scope out Sam’s reactions to what he was saying and if he could suggest something without having Sam freak out. He knew Sam had experimented in University; the younger man had let that little gem slip out after a night of drinks stronger than beer. A man had started to put the moves on Sam, and when he didn't immediately rebuff the advances, Dean got curious. He asked, and Sam answered. It was all very simple, lips loose from alcohol, but it was something that Dean had never forgotten, a little piece of Sammy trivia that stuck in the back of his brain. The thought also made Dean extremely jealous. Sam had the freedom to explore that part of himself while he had to keep it pushed down and ignored for fear that his dad might catch on at any moment. Well, their dad was gone now, they had almost no responsibilities, and all of the freedom Sam offered made him want to just go for it, to give in for once in his life. Since Sam seemed to have no reaction to having to hear about everything, he decided to push further. “You should too, y’know. Have a little fun of your own.”
Sam snorts. “Yeah, I’m not as good at the one-night stands as you are.” That was true; Sam always got way too attached and invested. He had too many feelings and wasn't as good at repressing them as his brother. That was something else Dean was jealous of.
He pushes a little more. “I didn’t say it had to be a one-night stand. We’re retired now, right? We deserve to have something a little more stable, don’t you think?”
“We deserve it?”
Dean freezes. That had been a slip of the tongue, but he might as well roll with it now. “Yeah, I mean, uh….” He rubs a hand over his mouth. “All we got’s each other, right? It’s so much work to go out there and try to find someone else when we’re right here… together.”
There it was. Dean put it out, and Sam could actually feel the pressure on his chest. It was all on him to make the next move. “That’s true.” That is all Sam can get out. It sounds choked like he might cough again, but he doesn’t; he just swallows thickly.
“Plus…” Dean is smirking now, and his eyes have a glint that makes Sam’s stomach tight. “I bet I’m a thousand times better than any of those people you’ve been with before.”
Sam resists the urge to roll his eyes because he’s actually sure that Dean is right; he’s heard the stories, and now that man in those stories wanted him, and he wasn’t going to pass on the opportunity. He leaned out over the side of his recliner and slid his hand around the back of his big brother's neck to kiss him, hard. The courage it takes Sam to kiss him, even though he knows that Dean wants to kiss him back, is immeasurable, and he can feel his heart pound against his chest.
Despite their awkward position, Dean can’t help the small moan that makes its way from between their joined lips. When Sam finally pulls away, Dean is the first to speak. “Good, now that we got that out of the way…”
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Sam chuckles breathlessly.
“Probably the same amount of time as me.” Dean is just as breathless, but Sam doesn’t respond; he carefully climbs out of his own recliner and into Dean’s, rocking as he leans forward to kiss the older man again.
Dean lets this go on for a few more minutes, but ultimately he gently pushes Sam back, just as breathless as the first kiss. “You know, I'm not 20 anymore, and neither are you. we should probably move this party to the bedroom, you know... if you want to.” As if he didn't know that Sam wanted this just as much as he did. The kisses Sam was giving were enough of a hint.
Once again, Sam doesn't answer; he just climbs back off of Dean and turns to smirk at him before he disappears into their never-before and soon-to-be-turned-shared bedroom. The move makes Dean roll his eyes, but he follows him without complaints, abandoning his half-drunk beer. The only person that could make Dean leave a beer behind is Sam. He’ll come back to it later, anyway.
The sight that Dean meets when he gets to what is usually only his room is one that he’s quite familiar with in a different context. They’re both used to seeing each other naked after years of sharing motel rooms growing up, but this was somehow different, somehow better. In the time that it had taken Dean to make his way in there, Sam had stripped down and now was lying in the middle of Dean’s bed with a half-hard cock. He takes a minute to look over his brother slowly, look at his overly large body and lick his lips in anticipation.
“So, do you normally just stand there and stare at the girls you’re about to fuck?”
“Are you normally such a smart ass to the people you’re about to fuck?” Dean retorts, and it’s not lost on either of them that he didn’t use gendered terms for Sam, who watches him while he strips out of his clothes.
When Dean is done taking his tip and apparently pulling off his clothes as slowly as he can, not that Sam is complaining, he steps forward and puts one knee on the bed, leaning forward. Sam completes the move by bending forward and pulling Dean into another deep kiss, something that is quickly becoming one of his favourite things. The older man doesn’t wait for Sam to be done kissing before blindly reaching into his bedside table for the lube; he’s always been good at multitasking. It’s only when he pops the cap open that Sam pulls away, a little breathless. There’s some unspoken rule, something in Sam that doesn’t make him question Dean spreading the lube on his own fingers. Sam is going to bottom. He’s fine with that, it wouldn’t be his first time, and he has a feeling that for Dean, it would be.
Sam takes the initiative to turn himself over and tries to make it easier for Dean to finger him, but Dean is quick to stop him, tapping the clean, dry part of his hand on Sam’s hip. He turns his head to the side, looking back at Dean as best he can with a little frown.
“Wanna see you,” Dean says quietly with a little smile.
Sam can’t argue with that. He turns back over to look up at Dean while Dean hikes his legs up, moving his hand underneath Sam and slowly pushing a finger into him. The intrusion makes him grunt softly. It’s been a while since he’s done this, and it’s always a different feeling. Of course, Dean checks in with him, always ensuring he’s okay even though he’s not a kid anymore. Sam is already a little breathless when he gives Dean the nod to keep going. Dean adds a second finger into Sam and both of their breaths hitch. Sam, from the slight stretch and Dean, from the beauty of Sam below him. This is why he watched to see Sam. Jaw slack and eyes hooded, his brother is beautiful. Dean can’t take his eyes away from Sam while he scissors his fingers inside the younger man. The way Sam moans when Dean curls his fingers upwards and hits his prostate makes them both glad that the bunker is in the middle of nowhere. He lets his eyes flutter closed; he doesn’t need them open to see Dean’s self-satisfied smirk. “Fuck, I can take another one.”
“I'm sure that you can.” Sam can hear in his voice that Dean is still smirking, but he doesn't add another finger which makes Sam huff.
“So, are you going to give me one?”
“I'm thinking about it.” Of course, Dean would use this time to be a controlling asshole.
“Well, think faster.”
Dean chuckles lowly. “Needy, aren’t you?” He doesn’t even wait to stop talking before pushing a third finger into Sam, making the man moan again, and god, that sound is beautiful. It doesn't take long for Dean to slowly pull his fingers back out of Sam, ignoring the way that his baby brother whines in disapproval.
“Easy, Sammy, I’ll give you what you want.”
Sam doesn't speak right away, but he wonders if this is how Dean talks to all those girls he's been with, if he knows exactly what they need and gives it to them. Sam wants Dean to give it to him too, but he won’t make it that easy. “And what is it that I want?” He challenges, just to see if Dean really knows.
Dean didn’t need to reply; the entire time that he had been teasing Sam, he’d been using his left hand to slick up his own cock. It had been challenging to keep his face neutral and bite back his own noises of pleasure to keep Sam in the dark. He looks down at his brother with dark eyes while he lines himself up with Sam’s hole and slowly pushes the tip in. The head catches a bit on the edges of Sam’s opening, and Dean stops to shudder while Sam tries to push him deeper.
Sam reaches up to touch Dean wherever he can, raking his blunt fingernails down Dean’s arm leaving fast-fading little white lines. He’s seen it before, he’s no Dean, but he’s no stranger to sex, but somehow it’s even more fascinating when it’s his brother. He does it once more, just to see those lines again, but he ends up clutching Dean’s wrist while the man shoves his entire length into Sam, making them both groan out as Sam arches his back.
Staying still for a moment, Dean presses the pads of his fingers into the meaty flesh of Sam’s thigh before he pulls the younger man’s legs up to rest on his shoulders. It’s easier this way to pound into Sam the way he wants to. He moves his hands to Sam’s hips and squeezes until he’s sure the man is going to bruise and watches as the moans and groans spill out of his baby brother’s open mouth. Despite being in their forties now, Dean is surprised by his ability to keep up the pace. Despite his heavy breathing, the only other sounds that fill the room are gasping moans and skin slapping against skin.
Dean leans forward to get right over Sam, momentarily caught off guard by how flexible the younger man is. He doesn't think about it too much because what he really wants to do is lock his lips with Sam’s again, dropping his head to push their faces together. Sam doesn’t seem able to kiss back, even when Dean stops his thrusting to try and help. They're mostly just panting against each other with open mouths, but Dean doesn't mind; it's hot in its own right, especially when Sam takes the initiative and licks into Dean's open mouth. Now that he doesn’t need his hands to hold up Sam’s legs, he gets those fingers into his brother’s hair. Dean loves his long locks as much as he gives Sam shit for how much he needs a haircut. In a moment of very good or very bad judgment, Dean gets a fistful of that beautiful hair tight and down at the root; he tugs hard enough to pull Sam’s head back.
Sam is sure that before this, Dean had absolutely no idea how much he loved having his hair pulled, but he isn’t entirely in his head right now, and it's hard to hold back the almost porn-like groan that he lets out. He doesn't even have time to blush or explain that he didn't mean to make that noise because Dean is already thrusting again, pulling Sam's hair simultaneously. Their noses are so pressed together, and they're basically just breathing in each other's faces, but even with the beer breath Sam only pulls him closer, hand on the back of his older brother’s neck.
Dean is barely thrusting anymore, just rocking back and forward while he stays flush against Sam, but neither of the men mind. The spongey head of Dean’s cock is pressed right up against Sam’s already bruised and swollen prostate, and the way Sam keeps clenching tight around Dean makes him whine softly. Neither of them wants to be further away from the other, perfectly content to stay skin against skin. He keeps thrusting for a few more minutes before he moves one of his hands to wrap around Sam’s red and leaking, clearly neglected cock.
“Dean, fuck.” Sam moans out, arching his hips into the touch.
Dean can’t help but chuckle, “What the hell do you think I’m doing, Sammy?”
If Sam wasn’t so close, he’d give it right back or at least roll his eyes, but Dean runs his thumb over the weeping tip, making him moan again as his cock twitches in Dean’s calloused hand. “Shit, m’so close.”
“Cum for me, baby.” It comes out of Dean’s mouth so quietly that neither of the men is convinced he actually says it, even though it’s what sends Sam over the edge, moaning out softly as his body spasms underneath Dean and thick white ropes of cum spurt over his own stomach and Dean’s hand.
Now that he knows Sam is satisfied, Dean no longer holds back. He pulls away from Sam so he can pull out and slam back in at a bruising pace. The only sounds that Sam makes now are desperate whines as he’s sensitive after he’s finished; however, he would never tell Dean to stop; he wants to feel his brother cum inside of him. If he could find his words at all, he might even beg for it.
“You’re perfect, Sammy. Gonna fill you up.”
Sam whines again because, yes, he wants that. He doesn’t even care that his ass and hips are most definitely going to be bruised after this. He blindly reaches and scrapes at Dean, locking his ankles behind Dean’s neck. Dean keeps himself fucking relentlessly into Sam until he cums, with a grunt of his brother's name and falling gently into him. They lay like that for a few minutes before Dean is careful about slipping his spent cock out of Sam, never pulling away. He lets Sam keep his head on his chest while Dean runs his fingers through Sam’s hair. Neither of them talks for a long while, catching their breaths and enjoying the closeness that only comes after being physical with someone.
“I guess I don’t need anyone else after all.” Dean smiles, pressing a kiss to the top of Sam’s head, not for the last time.
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Words: 3,221
Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester
Additional Tags: Season/Series 01, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Sibling Incest, First Time, Explicit Sexual Content, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, these boys are killing me and it's the sweetest death
Series: Part 2 of Meta's Wincest Fics
Summary:
With Dean back in the picture, Sam was always going to be unfaithful. And really, after what happened two years ago, he should have known.
Or: a little S01EP01 Pilot rewrite. Yes, in 2024. Sue me.
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illustration based on lizzy’s fic: “me and you together together together”
Submission for Day 1 of the @wincestwednesdays September Flash Event -- "Lost"
this was so fun to draw and I’m glad that I scrambled to switch concepts last minute! she’s sketchier than normal but I wanted to get something out today :)
#supernatural#sam winchester#samdean#my art <3#dean winchester#sam and dean#spn#spn fanart#supernaturalart#wincest#wincest fanfiction#wincest art#wincest wednesdays#weechesters#codependent winchesters#oh to get lost in a 90s era mall
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ahhhshggshsgs i can't stop thinking about sam and dean in the back of the impala mid season 2, they're both grieving the death of their father but they've also got so much bitterness in their heads and they just love each other so wholly. sam's on top of dean with his brother in his hand and dean's panting, needy and desperate <3
#spn imagine#spn sam winchester#spn dean#wincest#wincest fanfiction#sam and dean#samdean#dean winchester#sam winchester#weirdcest#spn gifs#supernatural#supernatural smut
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Title: Put My Feet On The Ground (AO3)
Rated: Explicit
Word count: 18,876
Warnings: Discussion of past rape and its trauma, one homophobic slur
Tags: Sam Winchester-centric, Curtain Fic, Retired Hunter Winchesters, Brother/Brother Incest, Discussion of Rape Trauma, Oral Sex, Mutual Masturbation, Intercrural Sex, Incest Kink, Post-Episode AU: s15e19 Inherit the Earth (Supernatural), PTSD, Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester First Time Having Sex, Scars, Cute Dates With Your Brother, Sam Winchester Has Trauma From Lucifer's Cage, Dean Winchester Has Trauma From Hell
Author's note: Written for the @spnproshipbang. The beautiful artwork within is by the super-talented @thegoodthebadandtheart — please show your appreciation for their incredible creations here!
Summary: In the wake of the defeat of Chuck, Sam takes a chance with Dean that puts them both on a different path. While navigating a sexual relationship after years of trauma, they build a new life together.
Thanks go to @catnipster69 and @klove0511 for their amazing beta work on this. You have both made this fic immeasurably better 💜
Many thanks also to the mods of this event and the wonderful people of the event Discord for the mutually supportive environment.
As always, thanks to @fahre for acting as a sounding board and above and beyond encouragement, especially when they don’t even go here 💜
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'STUCK' my bunny boys fic!
Pre-series Wincest.
Bunny features, bunny behavior! 🐰🐰
Cute Sam and Dean!
E-rated, 15k words one shot.
#wincest#wincest fic#wincest fanfiction#sam winchester#dean winchester#samdean#importing stuff here to archive them
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So I kinda did something for Halloween:
“Y-you’re wearing…?” Dean asked and Sam made a soft expression, like he didn’t know what he was talking about. “Panties?” Dean whispered like it was some kind of crime.
“Do you wanna check?”
Dean nodded vividly and waited, looking at Sam’s hips, but Sam grabbed his hand once more and put it in his thigh. Dean looked at him, so he just nodded. Dean’s hand slid slowly until it hit his hip, touching the fragile fabric.
“Lace?” Dean asked, and Sam nodded again. “Doesn’t it… itch?”
“Yes it does, but I can…” Sam made strength down and moved his hips forward, making the fabric rub his penis. What resulted in him groaning softly. And Dean looked at him like he had been touched too, full of lust.
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This has nothing to do with Halloween, but Sam puts on a female costume.
They're both 16, not related and are in high-school.
There's virginity loss, a lot of talk, a bit angst, a bit fuffly a bunch of sex.
Hope you enjoy
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