#wincest implications

[ladylilithprime]

Day 28: Graves

(Set in the werewolf!Sam'verse, after Day 9 but before Day 19.)

IF SOMEONE HAD told teenaged Sam Winchester that not only would he be free of his father's iron handed rule but that Dean would choose him over their father, he wouldn't have believed it. If that person had also said that Dean would let a monster live, actively protecting it and putting that monster's life and safety over everything he'd been taught growing up? Sam would have laughed until he cried, but he might have believed it if the monster was him.

Because it was, but not the way John Winchester had always feared, muttering drunkenly under his breath while probably - hopefully - thinking that Sam couldn't hear him. Whatever the thing that had killed his and Dean's mom had done to Sam, it hadn't withstood what had happened to him after the blowout fight that sent Sam running to California and Stanford with barely a duffle bag and the clothes on his back.

Those three weeks it took him to make his way out to California had been tense and fraught with mingled uncertainty and elation of being completely on his own with no fear of being hauled in as a runaway because he was over eighteen even if his face still didn't look it. The youthful features had come in handy when his money had run out and he had needed to trade favors for bus fare the last leg of the journey, and his fighting skills kept off the one guy who hadn't been willing to take "no glove, no love" as a hard limit.

And then things took a sharp detour when his last customer turned out to have been a werewolf two days before the full moon.

Turns out, STDs weren't the only thing Sam had to worry about from a broken condom, especially when his own perfunctory prep had resulted in minor internal tearing that caused blood and semen to mix and catch in a way he hadn't known was possible. Sam had been incredibly lucky - or unlucky, depending on your view - that the werewolf had been damn near immortal, one of the earliest turned by the Alpha werewolf, the Firstborn, and had been willing to stick around and help Sam when he realized what had happened. He'd paid the motel room fees for the two days it took Sam to ride out his body rewriting itself cell by cell, and cleaning up the mess when Sam threw up something black as pitch that smelled like blood and sulfur midway through the second day. Actually experiencing the full transformation the second night had been a revelation in more than one way, though thankfully for Sam's peace of mind they had stayed locked in the hotel room the whole night.

The third day, they had gotten into Dmitri's car and headed for a werewolf commune in Napa Valley where Sam could stay and catch his breath and learn how to handle his new species change before checking in at Stanford. Admitting that his name was Sam Winchester had... not gone over well, to say the least. None of the wolves had been any happier when he'd assured them that John and Dean wouldn't be following him since John had told him if he left for college he wasn't welcome back, but it had quieted the ones who had suggested just killing him to protect the pack. Many had been mollified when Sam had confessed that he had hated being a hunter, that what he really wanted was to learn and to help and protect people, human or otherwise.

And learn Sam did. From the history and lore that surrounded the Firstborn and his children and turned vassals, to the differences between types of werewolves and where and why those differences had split from the pure line. He learned that the branch which hunters had known of, the ones who ate hearts, were descended from one unfortunately prolific wolf whom Aphrodite had cursed with madness after he had killed and eaten the heart of his lover in a bid to grow stronger. He learned that Dmitri was of an entirely different branch than even most of the commune, known as Luna's Shepherds for the Greek legend of Endymion and Selene's daughters who married the sons of the Firstborn, many of whom had chosen to live solely as wolves so as not to be persecuted for their changing and then hunted as wolves by fearful humans anyway. He learned meditation and, when his emotions could not fully be quieted to let him achieve inner peace, he had been convinced to attend couseling sessions with a nearby therapist who knew about the supernatural, and who had gotten him in touch with the Stanford campus Wicca group and the real, natural witches there when it had been discovered that he had powers of his own, awoken and unbound with his change but, he was repeatedly assured, wholly natural and belonging solely to him.

He met Jessica Moore, a feisty blonde with green eyes and the same birthday as Dean, who adopted him as her big brother and promptly warded his pack-funded apartment even more than it already was.

"I get that you're your own guard dog," she had joked while painting a tiny line of runes along the base of the door frame, nearly invisible for their small size, "but you should still make sure to lock your door against the creepy crawlies anyway."

"What would I do without you?"

"Crash and burn?"

Jess had been in his apartment, sleeping off the alcohol she'd had at the Halloween party she had dragged him to when Dean had broken in like a damn thief in the night, calling him "Sammy" and claiming to be looking for a beer with the stench of a lie. She'd come out to join Sam and leaned into him like a girlfriend when Dean made a crass comment about her sleep shirt and how she was out of Sam's league. And she had held Sam's hand in quiet support when Dean finally let the lies drop and admitted that their father was missing on a hunt and hadn't answered any calls in days, and that Dean wanted Sam's help to find him.

"Dean... I can't go with you, not if you're going after Dad. It's not safe."

"Sammy, c'mon... it's Dad!"

"And he was the one to tell me if I walked out then I should stay gone. These days, it's better than even odds he'd pull a gun on me if we were in the same room!"

"Dad wouldn't do that to you!"

"Maybe not tonight, no... but what about in two weeks on the full moon? You think it'll matter to Dad that I've never killed anyone since getting away from him if he finds out I'm not human? Or are you gonna save him the trouble and kill me now?"

To Sam's surprise and Dean's credit, he had hesitated. When he had reached for his gun, he had done so slowly and then set it on the floor and shoved it away. He'd done the same with his knives while Sam and Jess watched his every move. And then, when he'd disarmed himself and sat down on the floor, he had quietly asked - asked! - for Sam to explain. And he had listened as Sam gave that explanation, about Dmitri and the pack that had helped him without naming names or locations, about the manifestation of his powers in the form of visions of the future and telekinesis and how he could always tell when someone was lying and not just by scent. Jess had chimed in about being a natural witch and the wards on the apartment that worked to keep threats out as much as keep a transformed Sam contained once a month so he wouldn't get spotted by animal control or worse.

Not that he could open the doorknobs without hands, but that was besides the point.

"So... is that the only thing keeping you from coming with...?"

"It's not exactly a small thing, Dean... and I have an interview for Stanford's law school on Monday."

"So just come with me for, like, a couple days, just to check out what was going on in Jericho? I'll have you back here in time for your interview, and I won't let Dad or anyone else go after you."

"I'll apartment-sit for you," Jess had offered. "Just call to let me know what's going on."

JERICHO HAD BEEN a bust, but the wall Sam had built between himself and his old hunting life had still come crashing down. The ghost of Constance coming after him had been completely nonsensical.

"I can't be unfaithful, I'm not even dating anyone!"

Dean had been just as confused by that as Sam, and the drive back to Stanford with nothing to show for the trip but another arrest on Dean's record and John's abandoned journal had been tense. The scent of sulfur on the air as Sam had stepped out of the Impala in front of his apartment had him growling low in his chest, and having Dean at his back with a drawn gun was more of a comfort than he had expected. Certainly he was glad to have Dean with him to help when they came upon a badly wounded Jess facing off against a black-eyed possessed Tyson Brady. The fire and collapsing ceiling had nearly trapped them before Sam was shifting, nudging Jess up onto his back, and diving through the flames out the window to the quad where Dean met them with a blanket to hide Sam changing back under the guise of putting out lingering flames on their clothes.

Jess had lived, but it was entirely too clear that the demons that stalked the edges of Stanford were definitely targeting Sam.

"So...." Dean had said slowly as they drove away from Palo Alto, a brand new ceramic warding pendant on an adjustable braided cord around Sam's neck and his fresh acceptance to Stanford's online law school courses tucked away with his laptop in the back seat. "The wolf form thing isn't just for the full moon?"

"Any time I want, not that I want to do it where people are watching if it's not an emergency," Sam shrugged, looking out the window to avoid looking at Dean. His brother had been putting off some odd scent combinations that he needed to think about before trying to talk to Dean about them, but at least Dean didn't smell afraid of him. "Full moon is the only time the change is completely involuntary starting at moonrise and with no ability to change back to human until moonset."

Dean was silent for a long moment, taking that in, and then: "Gonna be a lot easier to do salt and burns with you around to dig up the bones from the graves, bitch."

"You are such a jerk," Sam huffed with a roll of his eyes, but he wasn't able to keep from smiling, relieved. Maybe this could work out after all, if Dean was serious about helping him keep his secret and stay safe while staying ahead of the demons and their plans.

He supposed that only time would tell.

[holyfreaks]

it's about leaving the door open with sam's back turned against it. it's about dean slipping in quietly and taking the key. it's about the darkness of the room sam is sitting in. it's about the implications

[lambmotifz]

always thinking about how john and dean get so pissed just at the mere thought of sam leaving them + “you left! your brother and me, we needed you!” “all you’ve ever done was run away!” + the fact that sam canonically reminds them of mary

[lscpu]

no i'm 100% serious, one day john woke up, looked at his son getting ready for a hunt (like actually looked at him), and realized monsters now have to scoot over and share the spot on his 'shit to worry about' list.

bonus points if it happens shortly after sammy leaves for stanford and john is in his 'evaluating my life and rebooting my brain' era (it doesn't lead to any improvements)

extra bonus points he has this pic in his wallet next to one of mary and one of baby dean holding sammy on some school night thingy

[samofmine]

imagine dean being so utterly and pathetically in love with his little brother that he decides he can't even try to fight it. he'll never say it to sammy because that would just make him be grossed out and leave him but no he won't lie to himself anymore.

he goes to bars and gets pissed drunk and talks about his 'sammy' to everybody with ears, just how perfect he is, how sweet and smart and funny and beautiful and how much he wants to be his everything. he even tells people he's not single, his heart is unavailable after all, and all the sex he has is with girls that won't mind him moaning sam's name and having his eyes closed all the time. he's just so gone he even gets "babyboy" tattooed on his chest next to his heart, he really really wanted to just get sammy's name but he wouldn't be able to pass this off as normal big bro behavior.

now imagine sammy. sammy who is so fucking in love with his brother it hurts. he waits for dean to come home from the bars he goes to just so he can smell other girls on him and cry himself to sleep, wishing it had been him.

then. he sees the damn tattoo with "babyboy" and loses his fucking mind because???? who the fuck????? if anyone is dean's baby boy it's him and no one else and it's bad enough he has to share dean with random girls but no way in hell he'll ever share him with 'babyboy'. fuck this. so he follows dean one night just to figure out who this boy is, thinking about a million different ways to get rid of him, and when he sees dean drinking and talking to some blonde he just lurks near them and waits. then he hears it.

he hears dean talking about him, his "sammy", and showing off his tattoo proudly, and saying just what he would do if he could have him, how he would kiss him, how he would--

yes. sam can't listen to it anymore. he walks to them and grabs dean by the arm and walks out of the bar and just slams him against the nearest wall and kisses him filthy. dean is confused as fuck but kisses back as soon as his mind catches up with the situation.

sam lifts his shirt right there and bites him right next to the tattoo and dean groans and pulls his hair. sam smirks at him and says: "mine".

dean smiles so bright at that it lights up the entire street and kisses sammy again like he's saying sam is his, too. and of fucking course he is. dean's baby boy.

[shinelikethunder]

it's so cute that 6x05 had soulless Sam standing there salivating over Dean getting force-fed vampire blood in a barely-metaphorical back-alley rape scene, then went "it was a strategic-value boner. he was hard enough to pound nails for entirely calculating reasons. what reason could Sam possibly have for not being normal about Dean 'panic room detox' Winchester getting corrupted into monsterdom by some sexually predatory creep dripping blood into his mouth?"

("hahaha what subtextual implications about soullessness as a response to trauma and moral injury. a wizard did it and now Sam can't feel feelings, and if we filmed it like he was standing there jerking it then no we didn't." oh season 6, your sickodom is iconic and your deniability is barely even plausible anymore and i love that for you. keep doing hot girl shit forever.)

[incesthemes]

i rewatched the sex scene between dean and cassie, and the samulet is such an active player in this it's driving me insane. it's often the brightest object on the screen, for one, and on top of that it remains more or less in the middle of the screen, propped between them.

then, when cassie starts kissing dean's chest, the dark lighting makes it appear as if she also kisses the amulet due to where it's lying on dean's chest. and when dean flips her over, the samulet dangles between them until it finally drops onto cassie's parted lips:

and then dean dives down and kisses her, not removing the samulet from between them:

and again the dark lighting makes it uncertain whether the amulet is locked between their lips—the subtle implication is that it's there, touching both of them, because the darkness doesn't reveal to the contrary. the samulet is thus a participant in the scene, engaging in acts of intimacy between dean and cassie. and the samulet representing dean's love for and devotion to sam, transfers that intimacy indirectly onto sam as the unwitting third party to the first sex scene in the show.

so anyway why the hell does the samulet stay on during sex if not for incestuous purposes

[zmediaoutlet]

fic: the wake

pairing: Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester/John Winchester rating: M length: 23k tags: Alternate Universe - Normal Life, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Past Sexual Abuse, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism

summary: Sam comes home.

The day his dad died, Sam missed the phone call. His cell had been on silent since he sat for the qualifying exam the day before. The sequence was this, as far as he can tell: he sat down to the exam with the rest of his cohort; he sweated through Nakamura's frankly assholey question on stats; his dad died; he finished the exam; then he and Corey and Jin went out for drinks at Streeter's, and Corey and Jin got shitfaced and Sam was the DD, like usual, because he always is, and he dropped Corey at his apartment and Jin at her apartment with her car and then he biked home to the tiny box that he lived in all by himself and dropped down to his too-small bed on the floor and breathed in deep and knew even without getting the grades back that he'd done it, that he'd passed, and that after this it'd be the years of classes and TAing and writing papers and doing his clinic rotation and running experiments, but he was going to do it, he knew he would. So he slept hard, and he woke up in the morning and went for his run on Lakefront like he always did, and it was a pretty morning, he remembers that, not too humid yet and Lake Michigan glinting in the early light, and he came back to his studio and showered and dressed and went down for a bagel at Bubbe's and drank his coffee slow, savoring it, knowing he didn't have anything to do that summer that he didn't want to do, and then he finally opened his phone to see if Corey wanted to play basketball at the rec that afternoon and he saw, at last, three missed calls from a 785 area code, and one voicemail. The numbers weren't in his contacts but his stomach lurched. He listened to the voicemail, and he heard Carl Guenther's voice like out of some misty distant past say, I'm trying to reach Sam Winchester. I hope this is the right number. Sam, I'm sorry, but it's not good news. You need to call your brother. Like Sam hadn't done in—years.

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[freaksnhotties]

samuel = dolores

sam = lo

sammy = lolita

exactlyyyy. and the siren episode literally shows that dean’s obsession with the perfect submissive version of sam is pretty much the same as humbert’s obsession with lolita! it’s so horrifying and deliciously fucked up, i love canon and how twisted and cruel dean’s love is ♡

we need more web weave with lolita!sam me thinks

YASSS

It surprises me that people don't talk enough about the whole lot of implications about the siren episode. Dean is fucking mad about his little brother being and remaining like that, his little brother . One of Dean's biggest "mistakes" is how much he loves his brother, his obsession and (co)dependency is what has doomed him more than once, just like Humbert Humbert.

They are both manipulative and violent patriarchs (Humbert being Lo's stepdad and Dean Sam's brother) who are convinced that everything that they do is justified by their love for their nymphets. But the thing is that these nymphets only exist in their minds, and they cannot and will not accept it.

And yes Lolita!sam needs to be more spoken and written about. I'm thinking about doing it myself at this point.

[eisforeidolon]

It’s like “oh, they had Dean or Cass play a scene like a jilted lover in the script notes. They were internationally putting it in there.”

Or it’s just a broad stage direction. The writers used “eyefuck” as a short hand in scripts FFS.

http://www.supernaturalwiki.com/Eye-fuck

the writers were intending for Sam and Dean to be lusting for each other.

Yeah, that's always been one of the fundamental issues with their desperate assertions the potentially shippy notes, jokes, and interactions in the scripts between Dean and Castiel are actually romantic. The scripts contain a plethora of those kinds of nods to fandom for a myriad of ships all throughout the show - and the one with the most? Would be for Dean and Sam. Because Dean and Sam are the center of the entirety of the show.

Somehow, though, they convince themselves that only the ones for D/C count. THOSE the writers are doing intentionally, purposefully, and seriously 100%. It's a broken promise not to make them a canon romantic ship!!! The others are mistakes or jokes or whatever, totally irrelevant and not at all serious - an entirely different matter!!! For ... reasons. Because ... they say so.

[hellhoundlair]

"looking good, little brother."

A very delayed submission for @spnpridecestweek, for the prompt "Pre-Series", babys first gender affirming haircut given to him winchester style (shaving all that shit off)

struggled with this a lot and it didnt end up how i pictured so thats why im like a week late 🙃 but i thought finishing it anyway was better than letting it fester in my brain!

[coca-colas-truck-driver]

i dont understand how anti wincest people enjoy the show?? like its not quality television, they hunt monsters and the show is so dark you can barely tell who is who for the first like four seasons???? what are they even getting out of that viewing experience

[lambmotifz]

sam fights against john’s control and is angry at him but pretty much always willingly submits to dean. much to think about

[disguting-girl-reads]

i'm currently reading a gut-wrenching dean/john dean/sam fic that matches all my weird little headcanons about this and I'm about to explode !!!

[ladylilithprime]

Day 19: Dark & Stormy Night

(Set in the werewolf!Sam universe, after Day 9 but before Day 13.)

THE ONLY MOTEL for miles around had a no pets policy, so Dean bit his tongue and smiled charmingly while checking himself in with his "boyfriend", and used a role of duct tape from the Impala's trunk to tape the curtains tightly over the windows once he and Sam were in the room. It wouldn't do anything to stop what was coming any more than the thick cloud cover would, what had them taking the room anyway just to be settled in and safe behind a locked door before moonrise, but it would keep any nosy or unsuspecting people from getting an eyeful of more than just a couple of naked men in a compromising position.

Not that Dean planned on getting naked unless it was in the shower, but Sam had already stripped off his shirts and was working on his shoes and socks now. "Dude, you can't even wait for the door to be locked?"

"You didn't do that already the moment we were inside?" Sam shot back, eyebrows raised. "Don't forget the salt tapes!"

"I'm not going to forget the salt tapes," Dean lied, taping down the final edge of the curtain and digging into his duffle bag. He had forgotten them for a moment, more worried about someone seeing than something getting in, but he wasn't about to admit that. The huffed laugh from behind him let him know that Sam didn't believe him anyway, but his brother kindly didn't call him on it. He even stopped his undressing long enough to help Dean unroll the clear cellophane tape "ropes" filled with salt and secure them along the bottom of the door jam and the bottom and top of the curtained window. Really, Sam's friend Jess had been incredibly helpful to them with this suggestion, among other things. They may have been more bulky and noticeable than a basic salt line and taken more time to remove when they needed to bug out, but they were more secure and solid than loose salt and they ended up with much less salt wasted. "How come nobody else among hunters ever thought of doing this, anyway?"

"You'd think Dad at least would've considered it, given how paranoid he was," Sam agreed. "Or even Rufus or Bobby."

"Rufus would be checking them constantly for breaks or gaps," Dean snorted. "And Bobby went and laid down permanent salt lines under the paint around every door and window in his house, so who knows if he ever thought of something like this for a temporary measure. Betcha if Dad had thought about it, he still would'a put down regular salt lines even with the ropes!"

"Yeah, that tracks," Sam snickered. His hands dropped to his belt and Dean averted his eyes back down to his duffle bag, still not a hundred percent comfortable actually watching his brother getting naked even if he was starting to get used to seeing it. Every bit of it, since Sam didn't exactly flaunt himself but he also wasn't nearly as shy and selfconscious as he'd been as a gangly teenager before he left for Stanford. Dean sometimes wondered if it had been college that had boosted Sam's confidence or being turned into a werewolf, but he hadn't worked up the courage yet to ask. Either way, his little brother definitely wasn't so little anymore, and he had nothing to be ashamed about.

"Wind's picking up outside," Sam murmured, making Dean look up again. His brother was looking at the covered window, his expression troubled. "Smells like the storm that was rolling in is picking up speed."

"Tornado?" Dean asked, tensing. On a full moon night, they couldn't risk leaving to try and outrun it or get out of the path and still be safe before moonrise.

Sam paused, closing his eyes and cocking his head to one side, listening. He sniffed, then breathed in deeply, his bare chest expanding with it and distracting Dean briefly with the play of light and shadow across his smooth pecs and abs and the dusky brown of his perked nipples. He wrenched his eyes away and tried to focus on the lurid wallpaper in the room before Sam's super sniffer caught something they couldn't just keep on ignoring for a little while longer.

"If it is gonna form up into a twister, it's not likely to go over us," Sam said at length. "Not impossible, mind, but unlikely. Not ruling out a thunderstorm, though."

"You gonna be okay with that?" Dean asked, looking at Sam again, his concern overriding the awkward. Sammy had never dealt particularly well with thunderstorms as a kid with the flashing lighting and loud rolling thunder. Dean didn't know how being transformed with his hearing dialed up to eleven was gonna go for Sam now.

From the sardonic look on Sam's face, he'd probably guessed at least half of where his big brother's thoughts had gone.

"I'm an adult now, jerk," he drawled, flopping down on the bed in a lazy sprawl, drawing Dean's eyes inexorably down the entire adult length of him. "I'll be just fine."

"We'll see, bitch," Dean retorted as he turned to stow his duffle under the warded window.

The pillow to the back of his head was expected, and probably deserved.

JUST FINE MY ass, Dean thought three hours later as another loud roll of thunder crashed about over their heads, making Sammy whine and burrow closer against Dean's side. He held the words back and just carefully stroked a hand over his brother's thick fur from the top of his head to the base of his tail, over and over, steady and slow, his other arm stretched out and curled around Sam to bracket him without restraining him.

It still amazed Dean that Sam was willing to let him close like this when he was all wolfed out, that even in the grip of the full moon his brother still knew and trusted him enough to let him close, and trusted himself enough to be close. Probably helped that Dean made a point of divesting himself of anything silver beforehand and only kept the standard gun and a salted iron knife under his pillow just in case. Because Dean absolutely trusted his brother not to lose control or hurt him, no matter what form - he'd more than proved that over the last year they'd been on the road together - and if something ever slipped and they both ended up going furry once a month, well... Dean was coming around to the idea that it might not be so bad so long as he had Sammy with him.

Assuming that Sam would even want to stick with him, once this thing with the demons was really over and his brother could go back to Stanford. That he'd even want Dean's emotionally constipated ass and ever-growing arrest record near his shiny college life and future law degree.

...That he'd want to keep Dean in his life at all.

The wet nose and furry snout jabbing him in the ribs dragged him out of his head and he grunted, looking down at Sam in annoyance. "What was that for, bitch?"

For someone with a wolf's face and limited range of expression, Sammy still managed to give him a remarkably unimpressed stare with amber-green canine eyes. With a deep huff, the wolf levered himself up a few inches, just enough to shift over and settle down again with his huge head resting on Dean's chest, his nose an inch away from the amulet just over his heart. Dean swallowed and reached up to scratch behind Sam's ears, earning a softer huff that sounded closer to a contented sigh and a wagging tail smacking gently against his leg.

"Yeah, okay," Dean murmured, burying his fingers in the thick fur as the thunder rumbled again, a little further away now. "Love you, too, Sammy."

No matter what.

[skamortuus]

#mommmmm the gay hatecrime shows are fighting

this is so sinister. dean winchester knows about hilson we can assume