I'm Javiera but you can call me Javi. I am 35 and I'm from Chile so... aquí hablamos español!. I'm autistic and a Deancoded-Deangirl who loves Sam as much a Dean loves his little brother (i dont make the rules, im sorry) also I'm a bibro and very hardcore Soulless!Sam devoted.
I ship Wincest and J2 like I'm getting paid for it and idc what you ship as long as you're a decent human being about it. I really enjoy other ships 'cause honestly I'm a whore (wincestiel, sastiel, sabriel, drowley, the winchester/ofc, winchester/reader, etc... idk you name it)
This is my personal (and main) blog so you may see other things aside from Supernatural content like backstreet boys (hence my username), star wars, some romantasy stuff, dragons, and whatever i like.
I really try to tag my stuff but sometimes I'm a lazy ass and don't do it so you are likely to find nsfw content about two brothers fucking hard on the hood of the impala ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I love the dichotomy between Sam and Dean where they see each other in opposite lights. (lowkey a character analysis below)
We’ve seen how Dean views himself. He thinks he’s worthless, weak, stupid, and unloveable. He “hates what he sees in the mirror.”
Sam thinks Dean is amazing. He’s a phenomenal hunter and an even better brother. He stepped up to take care of him when dad fucked off. Dean took care of Sammy in ways most people would never understand. Dean is strong, kind, funny, witty, and undeniably gorgeous. Sam loves Dean with all his heart. No one will ever replace him. No one. Sam cannot live without Dean. If Dean leaves him, he’ll just be surviving.
Sam on the other hand thinks he’s a weirdo, a freak, an abomination. Something to put out of its misery since how could something so disgusting be alive in this world?
Dean thinks Sammy is brilliant. A keen eye and a knack for researching into unknown lore the brothers didn’t even know existed. He’s snarky, snooty, sarcastic, and sweet. Sammy knows the power of both his bitch stare and puppy-dog eyes. Sammy must know he has Dean wrapped around his pinky finger? There isn’t a goddamn thing in this world that tops Sam in Dean’s eyes. Sam is perfect. He’s both beautiful on the inside and out. Sammy is Dean’s priority, his main focus, his baby brother. Eventually it just switches to “mine. mine. mine.” in Deans head. Dean cannot live without Sammy, he’ll k*ll himself before he lives in a world without his baby brother.
Like??? HELLO?!?! I love them so much it isn’t even funny
Older Wincest where they’re both in their 50s and are living on land somewhere in the Midwest (not Kansas, never Kansas). The closest town is a 20 minute drive and the closest Walmart is 40. They have a pond where they fish and a small garden where Sam grows too many goddamn squash and zucchini’s every year and they pawn them off to the neighbors. They’ve got chickens who lay too many goddamn eggs that they sell in a stall in the local farmers market (it’s a 20 minute drive further into the sticks). Everyone assumes they’re married and they never dispute the claims. They sit on their wrap-around porch each morning and drink coffee, and they’re only wearing boxers cause there isn’t a single soul that’s driving down their road at 8:37 in the morning. They live, and they love, and it’s easy.
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
I have just watched the episode ‘route 666’ and I can't stop thinking about Dean’s amulet between him and Cassie in their bed scene.
The juxtaposition of Dean's nakedness with another person and the presence of the amulet (gifted to him by his brother when they were kids) creates a unique tension, an erotic and emotionally charged undercurrent between Dean and Sam.
Dean is being intimate with another person, but his little brother is right there, in between them, hanging from his neck. In that shared space, where bodies entwine, a piece of Sam is a silent witness and participant.
The way the amulet hits both Dean's and Cassie's mouth... it's dirty. All it does is makes me think of Sam, and I believe that's exactly what it does to Dean too, every time he is fucking someone.
The amulet’s presence in such sexually charged scenes paints a rich and nuanced portrayal of Dean's emotional landscape—one where the presence of Sam, even in his absence, becomes an indelible part of every intimate encounter he has.
Dean may engage in fleeting connections with others, but what he really desires is Sam.