#hints of Wincest

[ladylilithprime]

Day 13: Monster Mash

(Takes place in the same universe as Day 9.)

IT SOUNDED LIKE the start of a bad joke. "An angel, a werewolf and a hunter walked into a bar...." Dean wasn't quite sure what the punchline was supposed to be, but the set-up was right there, and if Sammy wasn't so damn tense as to be practically vibrating he might've said it out loud just to get his brother to relax a little. Dean wasn't putting any money on the angel being the type to get jokes; the guy looked more like a holy tax accountant than a heavenly warrior now that he wasn't practically blenderizing his way through a crowd of demons with that funky silver blade of his.

"I think this conversation is going to require some whiskey," Dean said instead. "Sammy?"

"Tequila bottle," his brother muttered, not looking up at all. Dean controlled a wince; time was Sam had been enough of a lightweight that a double shot of tequila would put him on the floor. These days that's what it took to get him even mildly buzzed, and the fact that he wanted the whole bottle said a lot about where the kid's head was at right now.

"Aaaand how 'bout you?" he asked the angel, who was looking around the interior of the bar with a detached sort of curiosity. When he realized that Dean was speaking to him, he tilted his head in confusion.

"I do not require food or a beverage," he said, which made Dean want to roll his eyes. After a moment's consideration, he did.

"You may not," he said as patiently as he could manage, "but Sammy says your meatsuit is still alive in there, and living humans do require food and drink, even just for comfort purposes when they're stressed out. So what does he want?"

"Fascinating," Castiel murmured, studying Dean with just enough intensity to make him want to squirm. After a moment, the angel continued, "Jimmy requests a dark stout if they have it and a 'Bloody Mary' if not. I assume he does not mean the spectral huntress."

"It's a drink made with vodka and spicy tomato juice," Sam spoke up, surprising Dean a bit. He'd thought Sam was going to be practically mute until at least the third shot. "No relation to the ghost class beyond the name."

"I see," Castiel hummed, switching that penetrating stare to Sam, who still wasn't looking at him at all. "Jimmy also wishes me to pass along his gratitude for your consideration of his presence."

"He's here and aware, so he's part of the equation," Dean said when it became obvious that Sam wasn't going to say anything. "Anyway, can y'all grab us a table while I grab the drinks?"

The question was more for Castiel's benefit. Sam was already moving towards one of the empty tables with a purpose, bypassing two others on his way. Dean caught the subtle flare of his brother's nostrils as he put his nose to work, his wolf side much closer to the surface with the full moon so recently passed, and decided that he probably didn't want to know what Sam was smelling on those tables to make him walk by.

Castiel was also watching Sam, and his expression was one Dean had trouble reading. "Will your brother feel safe with me at the table while you are not?"

"That's something to ask him, not me," Dean shook his head and turned away to head for the bar. It wasn't like he had an answer, either. Normally he'd say there wasn't anything his Sammy had to fear from anyone or anything, not with the wards on his pendant and the extra tattoos he and Dean had both gotten after meeting Loki in Ohio. Angels, Castiel in particular, were proving to be a whole other ballgame, and Dean just hoped they weren't gonna be a problem like the demons.

The bar did have a decent dark stout available, but Dean went ahead and ordered the Bloody Mary along with it as well as his whiskey and the tequila bottle. He ordered a couple cans of coke as well in case Sam managed to relax enough that the flavor got to him enough to want a mixer, and a double order of bacon cheese fries for good measure, and then took the little flag the bartender gave him and joined his brother and the angel at the table. Sam shot him a bitchface as he sat down, one of the newer ones that piggybacked off of "I know what you're up to" with an added "I can still hear your heartbeat from across the room, I know what you said", but he didn't verbally call Dean on it.

"I texted Henrickson," he said instead, making Dean's eyebrows go up. "Gave him the rundown on the situation and Jimmy Novak. He texted back to let me know that he'll check in on Jimmy's wife and daughter and feed them an easy to swallow story about an ongoing investigation that Jimmy got caught up in to explain his absence without worrying them further."

Well, damn. No wonder Sam had been so tight-lipped and standoffish with the guy. Stanford had given Sam the distance and therapist appointments he had needed to come to terms with the way he and Dean had been raised and make peace within himself over that and his wolfy nature, but it sure hadn't made him any more tolerant of deadbeat dads running out on the family that needed them, even with the excuse of helping save the world. It was one of the things Sam had quietly confessed to Dean as they had stood by the pyre watching John Winchester's body burn, and Dean couldn't even fault him for it, not with John's final words about saving Sam or killing him ringing in both their ears despite the words only being meant for Dean to hear.

"Good thinking, Sammy," Dean said out loud, nudging his brother's foot under the table. "Less stress on everybody once Cas here's done slumming it with us and can let the man go home again."

To his credit, Castiel appeared to realize that both Winchesters were now unhappy with him, though he didn't quite seem to grasp why. "Earth and humanity are my Father's finest creations. It is not 'slumming it' to be here rather than in Heaven."

"Great way to show your respect for those creations, dragging a man away from his family and overturning his life," Dean drawled when Sam just pressed his lips together. "What else do we know that does that, huh?"

Now Castiel was frowning at him. "Angels are limited in the vessels we can inhabit, Dean," he said severely. "We require consent from those we take to even do so, and we cannot inhabit the truly unwilling."

"So why not go for a coma patient or a fresh corpse?" Dean asked, scowling right back. "Even the demons can manage that!"

"Or maybe a priest or nun?" Sam asked quietly. "If you require a body with a soul still in residence for a vessel, why not someone who has already dedicated their bodies and lives to your Father?"

"We are also limited by the strength of certain bloodlines best suited to hosting an angel," Castiel answered, at least having the grace (heh) to look discomfited by the questions. "And then, there is the matter of how many members of the clergy are... ill-suited to the calling of serving Heaven. For one reason or another."

Dean exchanged a speaking look with Sam. "I'd say that's surprising, but..."

"We already knew Spotlight's exposé was just the tip of the iceberg," Sam finished, giving Dean the hand signal for "someone approaching". "Hazards of a haphazardly organized and aggressively egotistical religious doctrine."

Castiel was giving Sam that intent look again, the one that made Dean feel like he was trying to see inside his target's head. Dean hated having that look directed at him, and he liked it even less seeing that scrutiny aimed at Sammy.

"You were once a man of great faith in my Father," Castiel said softly, making both Sam and Dean tense. "Even after leaving your family, you continued to pray for their safety. You even prayed for the soul of the priest whose ghost you were required to deal with. And then you stopped, and no one could determine why."

"That one's my fault," said a familiar voice as a tray of drinks was set down on the edge of the table. "I told him no one up there was listening since, last I knew, you lot tend to ignore any prayers coming from the nonhuman crowd and barely gave any attention to human prayers as it was. This a private party, or is there room for one more?"

"Always room for you, milord," Dean drawled, nudging the free chair at their table out with his foot and giving the god a cheeky grin. "If I'd known you were coming, I'd'a ordered something for you, too."

"I'm covered, thanks," Loki said with an answering smirk as he spun the chair around to sit in it backwards and picked up the fizzy pink drink with what looked like six or seven maraschino cherries floating in it. Then he frowned and looked across the table at Sam. "You okay there, kiddo?"

"No injuries I couldn't heal myself," Sam sighed, which was about what Dean had expected him to say and a lot less worryingly misleading than his usual "I'm fine" would have been. "The demons still haven't figured out I'm not the man they expect me to be, and I'm starting to think the angels are similarly uninformed."

"You are way too much of a good boy for what the demons want you for," Loki agreed with an eyebrow waggle. He looked over at Castiel, eyebrows raised. "So... Castiel, was it? Is my favorite hunter right that the folks upstairs don't know about Sam's species reassignment?"

"You... how..." Castiel stammered, staring at Loki with very wide eyes. Damn, the angel hadn't even looked that freaked out when facing down the demons. Dean shot a look at Sam, but his brother was watching the two divine beings with a narrow, thoughtful look that was almost more alarming than the angel being freaked out.

"Thought I was your favorite," Dean joked to try and cover the awkward, giving himself a mental shake and setting to work distributing the drinks Loki had brought over.

"You're my favorite human," Loki conceded magnanimously, even as he kept his eyes on the angel. "Sam's my favorite hunter, though. And Castiel... used to be one of my favorite little brothers before I did a runner and got myself adopted by the Asgardians."

"Gabriel," Castiel whispered, and metaphorically blew Dean's mind.

"Gabriel," he repeated blankly, staring. "The Archangel."

"Guilty," the pagan god who was apparently actually an Archangel in hiding said, taking a sip of his Shirley Temple.

Dean shot a quick look at Sam, only to be brought up short by the complete lack of surprise on his brother's face. "Wait, you knew?"

"Guessed," Sam admitted with a shrug. "I figured he had to have some kind of firsthand insider information to talk about Heaven and angels to us with such assurance back in Ohio, but it wasn't that important at the time so I didn't put it together fully until tonight. He has the same petrichor scent around him that Castiel has, even under the candyfloss and hickory smoke scents, and 'runaway angel' makes as good an explanation as any."

"Figured me out just from that super sniffer, eh?" Lo-- Ga-- their patron said, eyebrows going up.

"The Archangel bit was a surprise," Sam said with a side to side waggle of his hand. "Which Archangel, though? Nah. 'Just desserts' isn't that far off from 'justice and mercy', which is what the lore says is your purview in conjunction with the whole Messenger of Heaven gig."

"Killing rapists and murderers and serving assholes a taste of their own bullshit fits with being the Messenger of Heaven?" Dean couldn't help but ask skeptically. He had no reason to doubt Sam - the kid was the better lore expert between them - but he was still trying to wrap his brain around the reality of angels versus the fluffy cloud-sitters playing harps and shit Pastor Jim had talked about. The look Sam shot him said he could guess what Dean was thinking, but he just shrugged and poured himself a glass of tequila.

"Sometimes Heaven's message isn't nice," he said, and threw back the whole glass in two long gulps as easily as if drinking water.

Dean shot a glance at... fuck it, he was calling the god Loki until directed otherwise. Loki was watching Sam with an admiring little smile that still managed to look sad, and Dean remembered how careful and gentle the god had been when laying down the devastating truth about a werewolf's chances of ever going to Heaven after dying. It was one of those things that had Dean seriously considering asking Sam to turn him, too, so they wouldn't be separated, and it was still in the back of his mind as an option even with them having pledged themselves to Loki.

Movement had him shifting his attention to Castiel, who had picked up the bottle of stout and was practically chugging it with a similar lack of reaction as Sam. Dean had to wonder if the angel was even tasting it, or if Jimmy was the one tasting it, or if it even mattered with the way they were sharing headspace. When the bottle was set down again and the angel reached for the Bloody Mary, Dean almost worried he was going to throw it back the same way. Instead, there was a very distinct shift in posture and expression and then Jimmy was the one lifting the glass and taking a long drink through the straw.

"Castiel's still processing," the man said when he had swallowed the drink. "I get the feeling he's even less used to questioning the authority and will of Heaven than I am, so this is kinda throwing him for a loop."

"Kinda the opposite, actually," Loki sighed. "Cassie was one of my favorite brothers because he was always questioning things. Him having a hard time now probably means he was sent for 'reeducation' a few too many times by Herr Michael in the time since I left. He hates it when any of the rank and file question orders."

"He's hoping you'll be willing to take him into your direct service," Jimmy said, after a moment of very odd facial expressions. "I'm just gonna assume you know what that means, and what he means by vessel alternatives since he and I agree that I should absolutely get back to my family."

"Oh, yeah, no problem," Loki said, waving a hand negligently.

The air thickened and twisted and then suddenly there was a second Jimmy... no, wait, that wide-eyed, shellshocked expression on the second Jimmy practically screamed "overwhelmed angel" to Dean's inexperienced eye. Sam apparently thought so, too, because he poured a second glass of his tequila and slid it across the table to nudge Castiel's hand. The angel fumbled a little with picking up the glass, but then lifted it to his lips and gulped down the contents. He coughed, blinking, then shook himself.

"That is very different from drinking from within a vessel," he rasped.

"So I guess I'll be telling Amelia that the FBI case was about me being mistaken for my previously unknown twin brother," Jimmy said, eyeing Castiel with something between concern and dismay. "That is... kinda freaky, actually."

"Doesn't have to be," Loki said with a shrug. "I made the body look like you for simplicity's sake, but once Cassie gets settled into it and familiarized with the controls, he can change it up to look however he wants."

"This does present the problem of how I am to deliver my report on my findings," Castiel spoke up, his body giving an involuntary shudder. "I cannot return to Heaven like this without being immediately sent to Naomi. Nor do I wish to return, but I fear who they might send to investigate when I don't."

"Well, there's an easy enough option there," Loki drawled, looking at... Dean.

"Come again?" Dean asked, frowning in confusion. What did he have to do with anything?

"Directed human prayer gets through to anyone," Loki explained. "Normally I wouldn't suggest you pray to any of those douchebags, like, ever, because they're no fun and don't appreciate your respectful irreverence like I do, but since you and James here are the only humans at this table...."

"Great," Dean sighed. "Okay, fine. Who'm I passing the message to?"

"Might as well try Michael directly," Loki said thoughtfully. "Just tell him about Sam's species change, that Cassie's handing in his resignation and off limits to Heaven, and that I say he can take his early Apocalypse plans and shove 'em up his noncorporeal ass."

"Early what now?!"

[lambmotifz]

so true ♡

[disguting-girl-reads]

later seasons wincest have a very old married couple vibes and I don't think they're fucking other people all the time but they definitely have 3somes with random waitresses I'm so sorry

sometimes they do get distracted and just end up fucking each other in front of her though bc yeah they would totally do that lmao

[sirennest]

If I had a nickel every time there's a scene in supernatural where one of two blood related characters gets possessed and kisses the other, I would have two nickels, which is not much but it's weird it happened twice

[luxurystark-jackson]

one (or maybe more) of my mutuals love the x-files so i know a fair amount about it. what do you mean this random bartender called sam and dean mulder and scully. who get together??? i think???

[sam-winchesters-gay-lover]

[ebenelephant]

Happy wincest Wednesday! It's been too long since I've done this. I keep forgetting when it's Wednesday, lol.

Case in point: I meant to ask this one last week for aro week. Any aro Dean Wincest headcanons? Just like... Particular ways you think it does or doesn't impact the relationship. Or how it changes how they get together. Or their opinions on monogamy or the relationship in general. Or changes the sex. Or like. Anything.

- @schizosamwincester

incorporating the aro!dean hc into my worldview actually changes surprisingly little, wincest wise. i’ve always been a big proponent of a samdean which is neither inherently sexual nor romantic: dean isn’t in love with sammy, he just wants to wear his skin buffalo bill style, or crawl inside him like leo dicaprio with that horse in the revenant and huddle for warmth. 

the huddling part sort of ties into my view of him as a guy who’s desperate for intimacy. dean lowkey craves the mortifying ordeal of being known, but he’s also a massively insecure, generally superficial guy, who craves the equally superficial “apple pie life” as a stand-in for normalcy because he thinks he’s an unlovable freak who’s going to die alone for like 17 different reasons (see: s1ep6, skins). so he finds cassie, who he’s fond of, or lisa, who was great in bed and has a son that he feels a bit responsible for – even though she says he isn’t – and he almost manages to trick himself into thinking he could make a life with them because that’s what’s meant to happen. 

but then there’s sam and john, and the big writhing mass of black goo in his chest where he holds his feelings for them. and he does crave intimacy. he wants to be close to them, wants to be relied on, wants to sit in that fucking car with them for 70 hours a week, minimum. he would fuse every cell in his body with every cell in sam’s, and it could still never be close enough. maybe he thinks sam’s going to abandon him some day, but as long as john’s blood is in their veins he can never really leave. sometimes intimacy is getting knuckle-deep in someone, sometimes it’s unconvincingly play-acting a healthy nuclear family unit.

i don’t think sam fully gets this. sammy, in my heart, has issues with regards to gender and his identity as a human being, but i don’t think romance is something he struggles with. he’s been in love before: it pales in comparison to how strongly he feels for dean. maybe he’s in love with his brother, but dean is… whatever dean is. dean doesn’t do chick flick moments and soppy confessions. it’s a big source of tension that these men would actually rather die than discuss one (1) emotion. dean will say that he doesn’t love like that, sam will take that to mean that dean doesn’t want him, and they will go merrily on their way in an uncomfortable state of not talking about it for several more years. this is also why, if they ever get together sexually, their asses are not having the monogamy discussion.

but seriously, i think in terms of how i write/perceive wincest a big thing this would change is that as opposed to a dean who has felt romantic love for other people but feels this different thing for sammy, aro dean as i would write him simply hasn’t. this is like. probably what the people in hallmark movies feel. probably.

[twinkletoejam]

So imagine this, sam and soldier boy/ben are smashing right and then Sammy moans out deans name when he’s coming and soldier boy like “wtffff did you just moan out your brothers name while coming? Disgusting bro” while he’s saying that sam can feel Ben’s dick twitch inside of him. Then Ben continues his movements but like faster and rougher and he’s degrading sam calling him a incest freak and “if you miss your brother that bad I could play the part”

Me trying to join the samboy club:

[seanwinchester]

rewatch with the friend (I'm rewatching/ she's watching for the first time) is going well. today I told her about the origins of the omegaverse and j2 being the first alpha and omega then she went like: wait who did you say was the first alpha again? - me: jared - her: *looking at the screen and slowly nodding*... makes sense

[passengerseatsam]

beloved mutuals and beloved non-mutuals. would anyone be willing to beta a 10k stanford-era wincest fic?

[lambmotifz]

“turns out i have a thematic which is tight relationships between brothers with an unstated homoerotic subtext” - eric kripke

“boy meets girl, boy loses girl, boy gets girl back. it was that.” - bob singer (on sam and dean’s breakup in 1.11 scarecrow)

“i sometimes say it’s the epic love story of sam and dean” - sera gamble

they really said spn is the wincest show

[trashtulip]

When it comes to Supernatural I find myself in wincest/wincest adjacent spaces quite a bit and like awesome, love it

But sometimes I see posts talking about how incestuous and codependent sam and dean are and they're not talking sbout any of the actual codependent shit but like...looking at each fondly. Spending time together, even when they're not forced to. Acknowledging the other as an important part of their life. And it's used as an example of things that normal siblings categorically Do Not do.

Babe the fuck kind of environment did you grow up in?

[secretlycursedd]

I will never shut up about season 5 Wincest

Because first we had this dialogue and THIS line from Dean, which I can talk about for hours.

No platonic brothers in history would say these words to each other. In what sense you can't be what you were?? You were and remain brothers, even with the condition of betrayal and deception. But Dean and Sam were never just brothers, and this phrase is one of the subtle, but at the same time obvious hints at their more than familial relationship. If you think about it, these are literally ex-lovers trying to fix their relationship after one of them cheated. And then there was one of the best Wincest dialogues in the history of the series, where we got the famous "whatever we have between us... love, family, whatever it is." If there was nothing more between them, then Dean could have stopped at love and family, but no, because both Dean and Sam understand and realize that what is happening between them is much more than just brotherly relations, but a little bit not enough for a romantic relationship, and they both can't put a name to it, avoiding it and being afraid to touch on this topic deeper.

(and I won't even get started on media literacy and how the phrase "whatever we have between us" is used for romantic couples, but not for relatives). And then we got one of the most romantically coded motel scenes ever, like it came straight out of a romantic drama.

I've watched a lot of movies and TV shows, but I can't think of a single one where that dialogue could take place between siblings who were just working through their relationship issues (again, media literacy is my best friend). Obviously there were a lot more similar hints and scenes in Season 5 (and in other seasons too) where Dean and Sam acted like more than brothers, but these are the ones that literally came back to back, and I still find it insane. Some of the best episodes that perfectly captured their dynamic, showed their deep relationship and love, and made us realize that Dean and Sam were never and never will be just brothers.

[pollsnatural]

*after the break up with Eileen

[marginofthought]

Bob Singer talking about Jack and calling Dean dad and Sam mom confirms alpha Dean/omega Sam/baby alpha Jack tbh

Oh yeah, some of the writers/actors/crew definitely shipped it (imo). Always kinda pisses me off when people say that we are crazy for seeing/liking wincest when so clearly even people deeply involved with the show were hinting at it/mentioning it.

And I mean c'mon, Alpha!Dean and Omega!Sam is just such a good dynamic, especially with Kid(alpha)!Jack in the mix.

[writinginthesecrettrees]

top 5 (or however many you want) people to ship with sam and dean in an ot3/poly situation :3

Disclaimer that for all of these, the focus is on getting Sam ALL the love. Mostly V-shaped polyamory with maybe a vague hint at a triangle. Because Sam's my GUY.

5. Castiel. Love me some wincestiel.

4. Benny, in the sense of he and Dean were totally fucking in Purgatory but sometimes Dean would slip and call him Sam and that got him interested in Dean's brother. And then he met Sam, and Sam's blood smells real nice but also he wants to feed that boy proper and take care of him (and get his dick in him) and Dean is actually okay with sharing Sam if it's with Benny.

3. Jess. In a world where Jess lives and learns about hunting and monsters and demons (and brady, and maybe brady makes the whole sharing-sam-with-his-brother thing easier because they used to share sam before brady went full drug addict demon), she finds out that Dean was there first and she's surprisingly ok with that. And just as fiercely protective of Sam as Dean is. And Sam loves getting fucked by Dean while he's eating her out, and that's hot af to see.

2. Jack. Winkline is very, very wrong, but that's what makes it so hot.

Anyone who knows me knows that my number 1 third for Sam and Dean is John Fucking Winchester. A full house of wincest. Daddy's got enough dick for everyone, and he really likes to play with his boys.