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rosedark88 · 1 day
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The Unspoken words in Dean’s hugs…
Pac man fever 8X20
Sam is in the worst shape mentally and physically, Dean is on a full mother mood, and thinks Sam shouldn’t be involved in hunting with his condition. Sam was in the middle of apologising expecting Dean usual worry expressed in anger. But Dean interrupted his apology by gripping Sam and pulling him into a big brother hug. Dean didnt have to tell Sam his biggest fear is losing him, or that he is just happy he is still here with him. Without a word this hug said everything.
Exodus 13X22
Dean thought Sam was dead, but here he is standing in front of him. Again Sam was apologising to Dean, i always felt Sam had nothing to apologize for here, but he was acknowledging the pain that Dean felt when he thought he lost him. Dean says if you are okay that you got nothing to apologize for and pulls him into a hug that said everything: i love you, i dont know what i would without you, i am here … Dean ends the hug with “ i thought i lost you man” :((
Damaged Goods 14X11
When you see this hug for the first time, all you can think, man this is awkward, also what Sam thought, what is wrong with Dean ? Dean made a decision to lock himself in a box and be tortured forever. He wanted to leave without cluing Sam to avoid being talked out of it. He tells Sam he doesnt want him to come with him to visit mom, Sam looks shocked but accepts it. Dean thinks this cant be the last memory i have with Sam, and at the same time he really doesn’t want to leave, he doesn’t know how to say goodbye. AND this hug was the result for all of that. The hug that Said: i love you and always take care of urself like i always took care of you.
A small note that even though Sam was surprised by the hug, he didnt even flinch, he leaned closer to Dean… my heart 🥰
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whoopsitswincest · 1 month
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the thing about wincest is that it's wrong-toxic-dirty-dysfunctional-nasty-fuckedup-disgusting and it's beautiful-gentle-sweet-tender-sacred-miraculous-worshipful.
it is beautiful-gentle-sweet-tender-sacred-miraculous-worshipful at least in part BECAUSE of the fact that it is also wrong-toxic-dirty-dysfunctional-nasty-fuckedup-disgusting, NOT in spite of it.
It's trangressive. It's monstrous. It's sacrificial. It's redemptive. It's paradoxical. It's defiant. It should not be all those things at once and yet it is.
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bukatra · 2 months
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The reason that Sam and Dean almost exclusively date long term when the other isn't there is anyone who sees the two of them practically radiating codependancy like the steam from a sulpheric hot pool gets the sudden feeling that if it was ever a choice between someone else and their brother, that someone would be left to die with only a spare moment of guilt and indecision. Everyone around them knows that the whole world and all of reality plays second fiddle to the brother. It's only when one of them is alone, left bereft without his compass that people can tell themselves it's just normal grief and that they are number 1 in his life. Until said brother comes back into their life and like the absolute wrecking ball the two of them are, their lover is left reeling and alone. You have no chance of being chosen over the brother. No chance of holding his gaze when the other is there. If your smart, you stay away from the Winchesters and let them spiral around each other like 2 stars pulled into a black hole. And you pray that it's never a choice between your life and Sam or Deans because they will throw you off a bridge before letting a hair on their brothers head be harmed.
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baysilmav · 17 days
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drew this in honour of all the hate i got for my wincest art. is this what you wanted
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frecklesndimples · 1 year
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Sam: I’m big and tough, you don’t scare me- go fuck yourself.. torture me all you wan-
Dean: Sammy?
Sam: dean, yes.. that’s the mean lady right there.
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weirdbrosinc · 4 months
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sam giving dean road head because he just can't wait until they get to the motel to taste his brother. dean's trying hard not to roll his head back, with a hand in sam's hair and the other shaking on the wheel. sam just keeps fucking his throat on his brother's cock because it feels like it's been so long since he's had this last, even though really it's just been a couple days... they're codependent your honor <3
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cas-kingdom · 11 months
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Dean Winchester x sister reader “Don’t tell Sam!”
(PS: I love your blog so so much 🥰)
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The light suddenly switched on and your fork paused mere inches from your open mouth. Dressed in an oversized shirt and slippers, you'd tiptoed down to the kitchen the moment the clock had turned midnight, determined to fill your stomach with food you'd been deprived of for the entire day.
"You're not being deprived of food," Sam had insisted as he blended up the third green concoction of the day, "it's called a juice cleanse, and you promised you'd do it with me. Please don't be so dramatic."
Dramatic was the last thing you would call this. You couldn't quite remember agreeing to such a thing, though you'd been half asleep when he'd asked, and the sly thing had known it.
You turned towards the door, not even caring to hope it wasn't Sam. It wasn't. Dean, wrapped in a dressing gown, stood in the open doorway. When he noticed the pie on the end of the fork and his sister's obvious determination to eat it, he chuckled and leant against the frame.
"Well, well, well," he said with a click of his tongue. "Look who broke."
As he crossed his arms, you rolled your eyes and stuffed the piece of pie in your mouth. Blackcurrant. Your favourite. You shut your eyes, savoured the juicy explosion, and decided there and then that you would never again subject your poor body to one of Sam's healthy excursions.
Still... "Don't tell Sam?" you asked sheepishly.
Dean snorted and grabbed a fork on his way to sit beside you. "Like hell I would. Can't have my pietner in crime disappear on me now, can I?"
SPN Masterpost
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amaranthmori · 4 months
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Today's problematic ship is Dean Winchester and Sam Winchester from Supernatural
Brother/brother incest
Requested by anonymous
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loonatic260 · 5 months
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SPN FANS:
To the people who ship Dean and Sam... please explain yourself. I am set on the inference that you all have mental problems that need seriously addressed. (<- meant sarcastically. I could delete it, but the post has already been reposted, and I don't think it changes). I mean... brothers, guys. Brothers. B-R-O-T-H-E-R-S. Why do you like the idea of them together- even romantically if not sexually?— I've seen some of your art. Please explain.
Edit: I sound upset, but I mean it more jokative. I'm literally open to listening/reading why you like the idea of them together. Might not reply because that could cause problems, but I'll listen/read.
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We need to talk about Sex And Violence (4x14)
In an interview with Jim Parrack(Nick’s actor), he talks about the way the siren controlled the boys and says this:
“…I thought he should be ambiguously sexual. As the FBI agent, he was a guy’s guy, but this creature wasn’t a guy or girl. I tried to find something in between and enjoyed having control over these boys in a sexual way…”
He outright describes his control of the boys as sexual. In the scene in the car with Nick & Dean, he convinces Dean to kill sam so they can be brothers. Theres a sinister but sensual tone throughout that scene that is intensified as it transitions to the hotel.
“…I gave him what he needed. And it wasn’t some bitch in a G-string. It was you…”
There was something very evocative when I first heard this line. I think that it says a lot that a siren, a creature that reads minds and embodies peoples greatest desires, found that what dean desired most wasn’t a beautiful woman, but his brother. Sam is what he desires most.
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whoopsitswincest · 19 days
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I don't even have a problem with dean/cas as a ship. It's lovely. I can see it - i really can. Under different circumstances, I might even love it and be obsessed with it.
Those different circumstances being if Dean and Cas were in a completely different show. Cause in THIS show, Dean and Sam, as written by Eric Kripke and portrayed by Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki, have such palpable chemistry that it reached through my laptop screen and punched me in the gut.
I'm like, "aw yeah Dean would be so cute with that gay angel! Too bad he's desperately, wretchedly, fatally in love with his little brother though. Sorry Cas, it's not your fault. You never even stood a chance."
By the time Cas arrived, it was way too late. I had already seen how deep the codependence went. I already knew that there was no hope for Sam and Dean. I already knew that their love was terminal. It's not that dean/cas isn't appealing. It's just...impossible.
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wild-lavender-rose · 5 months
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Confessions
Pairing: Sam Winchester x fem!reader x Dean Winchester
Category: Hurt/Comfort
Summary: After your boyfriend breaks up with you, your friends Sam and Dean help to put the pieces back together in a very unexpected way. 
Warnings: Reference to break up, collapse, mild language 
Note: I started this a couple years ago shortly after a break up and finally decided to finish it. It’s not my usual quality of work some of the lines feel out of character and it’s super angsty and cheesy idk but I really wanted to get it finished and out of my drafts, so enjoy? 
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     Sam and Dean looked up from their vampire research when you entered the bunker, their brows furrowing with concern as they took in your glassy eyes and messed up hair. 
     “Hey,” Dean called. 
     “Hey.” You gave a nod, dropping the heavy backpack you had been carrying with a thud. 
     “You okay?” Sam was already pushing back his chair. 
     “I...” You shrugged off your jacket, gaze averting to the floor. “He...He broke up with me.” 
     “What?” The chairs squeaked as the brothers stood.  
     “He thought, with us bein’ hunters and all...Didn’t want to be each other’s weakness,” you took a step forward only to have your legs give out, causing you to sink down to the floor. “I can’t do this anymore.” 
     “Honey, woah,” Dean came around the table to kneel beside you, Sam close behind. “Easy, it’s okay.” 
     “I can never get them to stay.” You whispered, your head in your hands as Dean sat behind you and pulled you into a hug. “What's wrong with me?” 
     “It’s not you, he’s just an ass.” Sam knelt in front of you, hand resting on your leg. “Hunters suck at commitment.” 
     “I don't, you don’t.” You leaned back into Dean’s hug, tucking yourself into him as the tears began to fall. “I’m sorry,” 
     “It’s not your fault, baby.” Dean ran his hand through your hair and held you close. 
     “No, I, I shouldn’t have even tried. He said, that ass,” you shoved your sleeve across your eyes, trying desperately to regain composure. “He said that he was tired of sharing me with you and Sam. That I loved you more than him. But, I tried to tell him we were just friends, but he didn’t believe me.” You shook your head against a fresh wave of tears. “I’m such an idiot.” 
     “Why?” Sam asked, his voice soft. 
     “Because,” you looked at the floor, hot shame flooding over you. “Because it’s true.” You whispered. “I love you and I love Sam.” 
     Dean’s hand froze in your hair, his body stiffening. You could feel him looking over your head at Sam, no doubt having a whole conversation in that nonverbal brother code of theirs. You hated yourself for saying anything. Now it was all over. Your friendship would be awkward and stilted now. No stolen hugs and nights of falling asleep on their shoulders during long car rides under the guise of simple friendship. They would know your intentions now. Know that you loved them. 
    “Sorry,” you whimpered, starting to untangle yourself from the two of them. 
     The last thing you expected was for Dean’s arms to tighten around you. “Where you going, sweetheart?” 
     “To bed.” You pushed weakly at his arms, not truly wanting to escape his warmth. “Tomorrow I gotta find a spell that makes you forget what I just said,” 
     “You hear her, Sammy? Our girl wants to go to bed.” 
     “Come here,” in one smooth motion Sam pulled you into his arms and picked you up off the floor. “Whose bed do you want to be in?” 
     “Mine.” Dean grinned. “It’s got memory foam.” 
     “I don't, wait, but you,” you covered your mouth, hardly daring to breathe. “You...both of you?” 
     “From the day we met you.” Sam kissed your forehead. “Let’s get you to bed. Coming, Dean?”
     “Right behind you.” Dean got to his feet and followed you and Sam with a mischievous grin. 
And that was how the three of you started the beginning of forever. 
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Street interviewer:would you rather live in a world without pie or without your brother
Dean: a secret third option where I die in his arms and use the last of my strength to fork pie into my mouth
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baysilmav · 1 month
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Never say never!
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