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there is no way that sam did not have a huge demon cock in his ass at least once. maybe it was brady. or lucifer. or his big brother when he was transformed into a demon.

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the song "how could u love somebody like me?" by artemas is giving me major spn brainrot for some reason.

"trying to be cold but it's making you weak."

Sam trying to give Dean the cold shoulder in an argument, ignoring him so Dean calls him out on it.

"I couldn't hurt somebody so sweet, but it's turning me on just watching you leave"

Sam grabbing his coat and going to head out the door, Dean gripping his arm and tugging him back, watching Sam wince and go to shove his hand away.

"how could you love somebody like me? I'm not worthy"

Sam saying it to bite back at Dean, sams attitude making Dean scoff . "I've always loved you sammy- you're my baby brother-"

"I haven't touched your body in weeks, cause I'm not worthy"

Sam whump where he's denying himself Dean because he doesn't deem himself worthy for all his brothers attention, he should settle down- have a family- (even though he knows that's not dean)

"but baby, won't you rot with me? I wanna feel good when I'm making you scream"

Dean's protective obsession with sammy, wanting him forever, and the mere thought of himself settling down is enough to make him feel insane. kissing Sam hard in a sleezy motel, grabbing his hips and tugging him close.

"don't wanna be dramatic but I swear if you leave, I'll be broken"

Dean saying this to Sam as he pushes him down on to the bed, unbuckling his belt and tossing off his shirt.

leading to very steamy, pent up, make up sex:3

[keep in mind this is my first writing in awhile, not the best LOL]

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posted it in an ao3 book for you guys♡

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65366770/chapters/168201709

aaaaannnd I'm back! Drew some hot wincest today, can't show it though because it's definitely NSFW lollll,,

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aaaaannnd I'm back! Drew some hot wincest today, can't show it though because it's definitely NSFW lollll,,

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SOMETHING AINT RIGHT BUT IM HERE FOR IT...

"those two—they john's boys?"

"you ever notice 'em? the way they act? ever think somethin' just ain't right?"

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Dean trying to find people that look like Sam bc i love that concept

When he was young he remembered to look more at models in magazines with little waist and skinny legs when Sammy hit puberty. Jerking off at the sight of little buts and coming so fucking hard thinking about big hands and long fingers around his cock.

He lied about his first time. It wasn't with a tall blond bimbo with big tits (don't misunderstood, he really likes a good fuck with a blond bimbo) but it was with a skinny brunette with a cute pixie cut. She didn't have so many curves and her tits were small. And those weren't the only things that attracted him to her. She had big eyes complemented by long eyelashes and a beautiful smile that showed her dimples.

As soon as they finished, she lay down next to him to cuddle and it felt so... wrong. Her body didn't fit with his as it should, she didn't feel right. She didn't feel like Sam.

After that night he tried to stop, no more brunettes, no more skinny limbs, no more big hazel eyes or smile with dimples. No more girls that looked like Sam. Even if he wanted so badly to sink in the fantasy.

Seeing Sammy should be enough. Sammy pouting when Dad denied something to him and his smile when Dean secretly gave it to him. Sam showing his long legs in summer days and him wearing Dean's hoodies in autumn. The way he breathed in the training, how his cheek painted red. His pink nipples that Dean had the luxury to see when Sam was out of the shower. The warmth of his body when he cuddles with Dean on winter nights. Yeah, that should be enough. It has to be enough.

It was.

But when Sammy ran away something switched inside him, the hollow inside his chest, in his /heart/ was to big to care about what was right and wrong.

After some time the girls weren't enough so his gaze drifted slowly around the boys. It was the closest and at the same time the furthest thing from Sam. It was fatal.

Dean really wanted to me make it work, close his eyes and imagine /him/ right there with him. But some boys had hazel eyes but didn't look at him right. Some had the perfect mouth but the voice wasn't right. Some had the skinny complexity but the skin was too cold or too warm. They weren't right no matter how much he wanted them to be.

But then Dad disappeared and he felt more alone than any other moment in his life.

He almost choked himself with his spit when he saw Sammy under the light of his dorm.

Of course he saw Sammy when him and dad checked on him. But it was at a considerable distance, Sam was a good hunter and they should not be detected. He couldn't see the changes so far away.

He was massive. He felt it when they struggled on the floor but saw it? His brain short-circuited. Strong arms and big shoulders. Tall and with a defined body for sure. And his chest? Those tits were huge. Dean tongue felt so dry, his hands were itchy because they wanted to feel and he couldn't take his eyes away.

Dean couldn't get hard right now, he shouldn't.

Then Jess appeared and he tried to play it cool when he snapped to reality again.

After the tragedy Dean knew he shouldn't have felt this happy but he couldn't help it, no when he had his Sammy around once again. But it didn't last, just as he was happy he also felt miserable.

He almost forgot how hard it was to live with Sam again. His desire was always slow burning inside of him, sometimes taking the best of him out of missions, but with Sam next to him Dean felt like he was set on fire. Everything burned and nothing -nobody- give a real release.

Sam looked at Dean and him felt so /right/ that he felt his heart beat so strong that was painful. His voice makes Dean feel tingling all inside. When Dean made Sam laugh he felt so proud that his chest couldn't contain it fully. To his horror it wasn't enough anymore.

He wanted-no, he needed more, he needed to felt his hands caress Sam's long hair, he needed to memorize Sam's body with his hands with his eyes with his mouth. He needs to kiss, to bite, to swallow every little thing from Sam.

Finding someone new wasn't on the table anymore because he can't deny himself anymore.

Idk where i wanted to get with this but yeah

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Sam, at six years old, is excited to go to school. He thinks he'll meet new friends. John tells both him and Dean to watch their backs and walk to school. Monday to Friday. Dean is only ten but he walks Sam to class and picks him up too. Sam holds Dean's hand tight, and Dean just smiles at him with no words said.

Sam, at eight years old, finds out why John is really always out. He thinks school is his only escape from home, and as long as Dean is there, no matter how many schools they go to, he'll be okay. Dean is twelve now, and he's hanging out with girls more than usual, but Sam can understand it. No one likes boring, and Dean is supposed to be cool. Sam thinks Dean is cool. Dean doesn't pick him up anymore.

Sam, at fourteen, hates school. Dean tries to coax him out by telling him he'll be by his side all the time, and Sam only curls further into the balled up position he's pushed his skin and bones into, for warmth, he says. For familiarity. Dean is eighteen now, and this is the first time in a week that he's come back home. Sam can't bring himself to look at Dean.

Sam, at seventeen, realizes that nowhere is home enough, and he'll never be able to fit in. His dad rarely comes home and Dean is out for weeks now; in bars picking up girls, scamming people for their money at pool. Sometimes both Dean and Dad are home, and Sam thinks it'll be much easier if he did it when both of them are here. He confesses he's going to stanford, and John tells him he has no place in this family. He's free. He feels it in his gut.

Sam, at twenty-three, has a knife lodged in his spine, and he wishes he could curl back into his balled up position. Dean tries to coax him out one last time, and Sam doesn't answer just like he did at eight. Dean cradles him like he used to when he was six, and Sam's hand comes up to squeeze Dean's. Dean let's out a sob. Sam isn't warm anymore, just like when he was seventeen.

Dean, at twenty-seven, lays Sam down on the old worn bed, lifts his cold arm up and shovels himself underneath the space he made to be closer to his little brother. There's the silent flick of the safety going off. And Bobby finds them that way.

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I will cry. Right now. THATS SO CUTE ...

It starts when they get older.

Not old. Just. Older.

Older than they thought they'd be.

They do it every year. A little tradition.

Dean says "Happy Birthday."

Sam replies "Happy Anniversary." blows out his candles, receives a birthday kiss. After that? Sometimes they even make it to the bedroom.

The first time Sam had said it caught Dean off guard. They didn't have an anniversary. What would it even be? Their first kiss, first time having sex, the first time one of them had said "I love you" and meant it in a different way then they'd been saying it their whole lives?

What was an anniversary when you never officially started, you just, became?

A half smile, quizzical, confused. "What?"

"Oh Dean." Sam smiles, soft and warm. If love bloomed color he'd be pink and sherbert with it. He kisses Dean on the mouth and its years of longing and want, desire and satisfaction, devotion past lifetimes, distilled into a tender kiss. Familiar, but exciting. Shockwaves to their toes. Perfected by dozens, and hundreds of times "I've been yours since the day I was born."

Oh.

"Happy Anniversary, Sam."

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famine was soo real for babyboying the fuck out of sam the minute he saw him

*enter sam blood on his mouth murder in his eyes*

famine : there he is!! my precious little sweet baby boy <3333 did you get the doordash i sent you?? are you still hungry? hmmm are youu? ok you can have 2 of these demons as a treat <333

and he's the only horseman that's so adoring so it's not even a horseman thing. he just thought sam was a precious little boy and you know what? i feel him

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What are your Wincest headcanons?

I have A LOT so I'm just going to name a few of my favorites:)

Sam sometimes feels like he's being watched at all times, even if Dean doesn't seem like he's there. But he is. Dean keeps little trackers on him at all times because Sam has cut gps more than once and Dean is tired of it

When Sam started growing taller than Dean (say when he was like 17 or something, before he left for Stanford) Dean would grab at Sam's hair to make Sam bend over a little so they can at least be the same height when talking. This is how Sam developed a hair pulling kink.

Dean is also the reason why Sam has a degrading kink..

Dean would shut off the lights and turn whoever he's fucking to lay on their stomach so he can only see their back and imagine it's Sam

After Sam saw Dean's cock for the first time (I think it was s3), Dean's been finding ways to flash it more often. Sam unknowingly walks into the bathroom? Oh suddenly Dean has his pants down and he has some kinda excuse like "dude I was peeing!", Sam is telling him to zip his damn pants up while they're driving to a case? "Dude I just forgot, you're such a neat freak!"

Frank taught Dean how to wire into laptop cameras and Dean bought a whole other laptop just for that (his excuse is to finally watch stuff on his own laptop without using Sam's) and taps himself into Sam's webcam. Dean thinks he looks so pretty and focused until Sam is leaning back in his bed and his hand is trailing too low for it to just stop at his stomach. He's pushing his head back and his shoulders are shivering in minutes. Dean's the same.

If Ruby didn't die from the knife, maybe dodged it last minute or something and got out of the room in time, Dean would have found her, tied her up in a chair with a strong demon trap, and fucked Sam nasty right in front of her

They do NOT fuck normally, Sam fucks like he wants it rough (Dean gives it to him) and Dean fucks like he wants to surround himself with Sam forever and never let go (so...rough but even heavier)

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Oh my GOD.

That's so hot... maybe also he finds out when he brushes his fingers over sams hole he starts to moan gently, Dean can't risk sending Sam his body back Luke that, but he does squeeze and grope his little brothers (his at the moment lol) chest. AAAA

Sam and Dean switch bodies because of a freak accident..

Sam is freaking out trying to find the guy who did it, and Dean is like "yeah I'll be right there!"

As soon as Sam leaves, Dean goes into the bathroom, plucks the mirror off of the wall, and slides Sam's body on the floor in front of the mirror he placed. His hand (Sam's hand) starts to unbutton everything, explore everything, especially that long dick of his.

Yeah, it's his. He takes a good hour just watching how Sam's body reacts to different touches, jerks, seeing what could make it whimper the most. He busts the hardest when he sees Sam's tits out, biting at the hem of his shirt so he can lift it out of the way and see them better.

At the end he's grateful to have his own body back but, he hopes Sam won't notice how achy he is down there because of how Dean has been treating his body for the past day💤

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Please... my heart... please it's 9am.. please I'm so awie:((♡♡♡♡

little Sammy inviting everyone in his fifth grade class to his birthday party cuz for the first time John rented a house for them and dean said he’d buy cake and pizza and sam makes individualized cards for all his classmates and the kids laugh condescendingly and are like “omg yes we’ll definitely be there” and sam dosent know why they’re laughing so much but he’s excited that they’re coming and maybe he’ll make some friends. sam waits by the door for hours anxiously waiting for a knock at the door. the pizza goes cold. the ice cream cake Dean got starts to melt so Dean has to put it away. As the hours pass sam gets more and more antsy and dean softly is telling sam “it’s getting late, maybe you should come eat some pizza?” But sam keeps insisting to Dean that they’ll show up they have to they said they would so he has to wait by the door. Soon it’s 10 at night and at this point sam knows no one is coming. He’s so embarrassed and he feels like crying but he dosent wanna look like a baby in front of Dean. Sam tries to be casual about it and says he didn’t really care anyways and that it’s okay but his bottom lips trembles and his voice cracks. Dean offers to heat some pizza up for sam but sam says he’s tired and he goes to bed without eating anything. he’s lying in his bed facing and wall trying not to cry. Dean comes in and quietly lifts the covers and gets in with sam and pulls him up against his chest. Dean dosent say anything about the little sobs Sam’s letting out and instead starts writing words on Sam’s back. It’s their secret game—one of them traces a word on the other’s skin and the other one has to guess what it says. Dean writes “you okay?” and waits patiently for sam to respond. after a minute of sniffing and stifled sobs sam nods shakingly. “I’m okay,” he says, voice hoarse and trembling. Dean writes “they’re stupid” and after a moment sam lets out a quiet laugh in realization, his shoulders shaking slightly. “yea they are.” They lay there for a moment. Dean writes “I’m sorry”, and sam sniffles and says it’s okay. Dean gingerly and slowly writes “I love you”. And Sam is still for a moment before rolling over so they’re face to face. “Me too” he whispers. On Sam’s collarbones Dean traces a crude drawing of a penis and sam giggles. Sam cuddles up against Dean’s chest, his puffy breaths warm against Dean’s neck. “Happy birthday, sammy,” Dean says into Sam’s hair. Sam is quiet for a moment and Dean assumes he’s fallen asleep but then he pipes up. “Do I get a present?” Dean grins and nods, “yea of course, what do you want?” Sam is quiet before suddenly siting up and Dean follows suit. “What?” Dean says smiling. Sam’s looking down and fidgeting with the blanket. “Can I—“ he stops, biting his bottom lip. “A kiss?” Dean raises his eyebrows, taken aback. Sam backpedales and starts tripping over his word saying “it was just a joke” and “I’m sorry” and “I didn’t mean it” but Dean grips the back of his neck gently. He kisses sam on the cheek, then closer to his mouth, the edge of his lips. Sam can feel Dean’s breath on his cupids bow. Dean leans in and gives sam a chaste kiss on his lips. No tongue or anything, nothing like the kisses he gives the girls he takes back behind the school bleachers. Sam smiles shyly and Dean’s face is split into a grin. “Next year,” dean says softly, “I’ll give you another one.”

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LUNCH

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Someone please write this shit down I'm not asking I'm begging

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Y'all know that one meme where the girl's like, "Daddy, can you pass the salt?" and her father and her boyfriend reach for it?

Imagine that, but during 14x13 when the entire family has dinner together. Sam asks the question, and Dean and John reach for the salt simultaneously. Then everyone just kinda stares at each other, slack-jawed, and the rest of dinner is tense and awkward as hell because their parents don't know if it's a coping thing they never grew out of or sexual. (It's both.)

And even after they destroy the pearl and John is gone, Mary can't look her boys in the eye anymore because, "whatthefuck??"

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saw a samdean edit on tiktok and the comments were like "before i save, is this a wincest edit?"

babes if you can't tell the difference, maybe the wincesties have a point

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It got way more noncon somno then i was planning on LMAO, so cw

Sam sleeping on his tummy, drooling over his folded arms and the pillows. Dean thinks it would be funny if he turned on the vibration to one of those vibrating bed things in their sleazy motel.

Dean presses the button, and it starts to vibrate but not like really vibrate, a buzz filling the room. Sam just shifts and lets out a breathy moan, deans eyes going slightly wider. Sam's in a big t-shirt and a pair of briefs, clutching the pillow in one of his hands while he sleeps

Dean knows he should stop- but he turns it up a level, sams breathing getting heavier and his whines becoming more apparent, hips chasing the feeling of the bed vibrating under his hidden yet hard cock-

Dean is just stuck on Sam, eyes never leaving him as he feels his way to the opposite bed next to his. Sam's ass shoves outward, rocking back into the bed quicker. Dean doesn't know when he got hard but suddenly his pants feel unbelievably tight against his crotch, gripping it through the fabric of rough denim with a low groan. Sam let's out a high noise, what seems like, in response, one leg shifting up to gain more of that feeling.

Sams boxers are stretched around his firm yet plump ass, grinding down, and his thighs are tensing and making him look so unbearably hot. His shirt is riding up his narrow hips, showing the smooth dip of his lower back.

Dean has his hands on him before he can process what he's doing, softly groping his ass and running fingers down his back. Dean teasing his crack through his boxers, running it down against his balls and- oh. Sam is hard. Dean dips his fingers down Sam's waist band, pressing a finger between his asscheeks and ghosting over his tight pucker.

Deans fist works hard on himself, tugging and jerking himself in quick movements as he watches Sam's face squeeze together. Sam's lips make a tight 'o' as his body tenses, a loud moan leaving his lips as he presumably cums-

Fuck. Sam came from a vibrating bed, and Dean teasing his hole. San whimpers at the overstimulating feeling of the bed so Dean shuts it off, the middle finger still rubbing and teasing.

Deans hand retreats only to collect some of sams puddle of drool before sliding back down the back of his boxers, rubbing the spit around his hole before slowly pressing his middle finger inside. The whimper Sam let's out is nothing less than obscene, finger buried deep in his ass and it's clenching him like a fucking vice