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loversofthegrave · 2 months
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the fact baby sammy had to grow up with this dean winchester being his entire central vision for all of his very crucial fundamental teenage years and who looked after him, made him breakfast, took him to school, probably re-enacted sammy's school drama plays with him. my god
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spn2006 · 2 months
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“supernatural doesnt have any good queer representation” did the gay couple that sam and dean saved who were cosplaying sam and dean together at the first ever supernatural convention mean NOTHING to you???
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brothersinablackcar · 11 months
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I tried to pull you out But you built this bed to rot Look at this hell you've caused And you'll blame yourself ‘cause It's all your fault  
~Ethel Cain, ‘Antlers’  (’Late Night at the Byway Motel’, for my darling @ashtraythief for the spnspringfling 2023. Outsider POV, just a lil’ bit...)
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tongjingnian · 1 month
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valentines day special❤️
I just love demon dean too much😭
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pastorpresent · 1 year
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I love weirdcest bro. I love it even more when Sam and Dean are just oblivious to it. Bobby catches them just holding hands while they watch TV and just sort of stares. They notice him there, but their fingers don't separate. It doesn't feel weird or wrong or bad because Sam got hurt, and holding hands is just convenient because it means Dean can keep checking his pulse, because he needs to. It's the only thing that settles him down.
Or when Mary returns, and is living with them in the bunker. She watches Dean cook dinner. Sam's sat at the breakfast bar watching with what she could only describe as adoration in his eyes, a soft smile on his lips. It feels off, but she scolds herself. Tells herself it's a good thing that her boys care for each other so much. But then Dean leans over with a spoon, guiding it to Sam's mouth with that same sort of fondness, and her uneasiness grows until she leaves the room and waits to be called in for dinner.
Or when John walks into the motel room late one evening. One of the three beds in empty, and his eyes land on his boys sharing a bed. Dean's got his arms curled around Sam in an almost protective manner, and Sam is curled up against his chest. Sam's seventeen, Dean is twenty two. John figures the embarrassing position was unintentional. Convinces himself of the fact so clearly that he snaps a photo on his phone to use as blackmail, before 'accidently' kicking the bed and jolting the pair awake. Dean's arm remains around Sam while the brunette blinks blearily, and his oldest starts reaching for his gun.
"Just me, sorry guys. Knocked into the bed. Probably a good thing," he joked, gesturing to them.
Sam looked confused and tired, remaining slumped against his brother. Dean looked pissed. He hadn't moved the arm situated around Sam's waist, and John can't stop fixating on it.
"Just go to bed, dad," Dean sighed, lying down as the adrenaline left him. He brought Sam down with him, who went easily, returning his head the Dean's chest.
"...right," John muttered, heading to the bathroom.
He deleted the photo, and resisted the urge to burn the phone completely.
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drrrr1997-blog · 10 months
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Golden Hours in the Library
Back in the days when the internet was not as advanced, the two Winchesters often needed to research and gather information in the local library. Sometimes, Dean would find an excuse to sneak off to a small pub and gather clues from the locals. As he claimed, he was more suited for that kind of task compared to his nerdy younger brother. However, most of the time, under Sam's disapproving gaze and subtle pressure, Dean would go to the library together with his brother.
The evening sunlight streamed through the library's French windows, casting a gentle glow on Sam's face, making his features even softer. Sometimes, when Dean looked at Sam like this, he wondered how things would have turned out if they had gone to California together.
* I have been playing with mid journey to create fan art for a while, hope you enjoyed this work, if you have any ideas that you would like to share, leave it in the comments. 
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thecodependencytapes · 4 months
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Ethel Cain - Inbred ♡
my unclassified wincest playlist x
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"I think it would do you both good to see each other." Jack says, taking the half empty beer from Dean's hand. 
The smile on Dean's face brightens his features up so much he looked 20 years younger. 
"I get to go be with Sam?" Dean asks. "Finally?" 
Jack shakes his head. "Not yet. It isn't your time." 
Dean scowled, grabbing the bottleback, taking a drink; "Then fuck off. Until I get to be with him again, heaven, hell, wherever, dont you talk to me. It shouldve been me in that barn, not him, and you fucking know it." 
Dean kept his body from shaking, his voice even, but he knew that despite the dim lights of the no name bar, Jack would see the pain 
in his eyes. The hurt, and loneliness in his soul that shined through the green that only Sam had ever been 
able to fill. 
"There's many worlds, Dean." Jack 
said, this time sitting across from Dean. The gesture meaning to show not only empathy, 
but equality. In this moment, he wasnt a God. He was just a guy trying to comfort one of the only fathers he knew. 
"In this world, Sam died. In another you do, in one you go on a different hunt and nothing happens." Dean looked up; "So, youre taking 
me to see a different Sam?" 
Jack nodded; "He's elderly in this world. Time is-" 
Dean held up his hand; "I don't need to hear the mumbo jumbo about time and space, just take me to him." 
Dean blinked, and found himself outside a well maintained brick house with large trees, and a well kept yard. Inside he could hear 
yelling. 
Dean rushed in, moving quickly through the house, and in the living room found a tall man with white hair, and a beard. 
"Why are you in here?!" Sam screamed at a young woman. "I want my brother!" 
"Mr Winchester, I'm your nurse, Hannah, your son asked me to he-" 
Sam grabbed a glass off and raised his hand to throw it. 
"Sammy?" 
Sam instantly responded to Dean's voice, the glass slipping from his fingers, and shattering on the floor. 
"Dean?" Sam asked, stepping forward, his bare feet moving towards the broken shards of glass. His eyes locked with Dean's. Dean and the nurse moved to stop him. 
Dean pushed Sam back onto the couch, ignoring Sam's tears of joy at seeing him. "Missed you, missed you." Sam sobbed, clinging to Dean's Jacket. Dean looked down at his sleeve. Dads leather jacket. Dean caught his reflection in a mirror above the fireplace. He looked how he did in 2005. 
Sam cupped Dean's face pressing their foreheads together. "I wanna go hunting." 
Dean closed his eyes, and sighed, taking in the moment. He hadnt realized he had forgotten what Sam sounded like, how it felt to hear his name come out of Sam's mouth, 
forgotten what it felt like to be home again. 
"Okay, Sammy." Dean obviously wasnt going to take Sam on a hunt but still the lie that he was a family friend, Sam's son had asked to come over was believed easy enough by the nurse. 
For the next two days, Dean took care of Sam. Fed him, bathed him, walked around the yard with him. Mostly though, they just talked. 
Sam seemed to be confused about what year it was, he mentioned Stanford alot. That was probably why Jack had sent Dean like this. 
"You wanna go for a ride in the car?" Dean asked, having found the keys hidden in a drawer and Sam immediately lit up, nodding. 
Dean took Sam to an empty field, 
and watched the stars. Dean clinked their beer bottles together. Sam didnt even notice his was non alcoholic. He just smiled; "Cheers, jerk." 
"Cheers, bitch." 
That night, Dean helped Sam into bed. Something in his gut told him Sam's reaper wasn't far off. Dean pulled up a chair to sit by 
Sam, and held his hand, squeezing it gently. He understood why Jack had brought him here. In the barn, there had been no time to say goodbye. The attack had happened 
so fast, so violently, Dean didn't 
have a chance to say anything to Sam. 
This was his chance. Dean kissed Sam's wrist;, "I am so very proud of you, how strong, and smart you are. How you never took any of Dads crap.”
Sam's eyes softened, he looked so tired. Dean continued. "You've always kept fighting, and I know how hard that had to have been for you." Sam closed his eyes, starting to drift off into sleep, a soft smile on his face. "Love you, De." 
"I love you so much, my baby brother." 
After a bit, Dean laid Sam's hand down, and stood, walking towards the door to sleep on the couch. "Goodnight." Sam called gently. 
"Night, Sammy." 
The next morning, he left before Sam woke up, catching Sam's son, who he had learned shared a name with him at the front door.
"Take good care of him." Dean smiled, chuckling to himself at the young man's confusion. 
"Do-do I know you?" He asked. 
Dean shrugged, and walked down the sidewalk. 
Dean Jr walked inside, setting his bag down on the floor in his old bedroom, before going to his dads room. 
"Hey, Dad." He said pulling a chair up. "Your nurse just left. He seemed pretty cool.”
There was a small framed picture beside the bed of his dad when he was younger, beside him sat the uncle he knew, but never met. He 
picked up the frame, analyzing it then looked 
towards the door. There was no way, no possible way.- 
But they were both wearing the same necklace... 
"Do I know you?" He had asked the man. 
"My big brother came and visited me." Sam told him. "We drove in the Impala" He smiled, stroking the amulet around his neck. "It was fun.”
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whoopsitswincest · 25 days
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Incoming strong opinions and waxing poetic about an imaginary relationship between fictional characters.
I don't want HBO Supernatural with canon wincest because I do not trust any studio with those precious boys. I have very strong feelings about wincest and I wouldn't be able to handle it if wincest were canon but wrong.
Like, you have to understand the desperation and the tenderness. The hunger and the worship. The violence and the gentleness. The necessity and the desire. The all-consuming, all-encompassing, all-transcending love.
I would much prefer they stay safely in our collective fantasies, where their mutual adoration is treated with appropriate reverence.
I can imagine ONE (1) way that canon wincest could work: the only people involved are Eric Kripke, Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki. They shoot it on Kripke's phone and upload it directly to youtube. It takes place post-15x20 but the vibes are like Season 1 multiplied by 1000 and J2 are in their forties. I want it like that or not at all.
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babyhasohioplates · 2 months
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swsoulmatesdw · 8 months
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The way Dean looks at his brothers lips?! Just kiss him already 🤭
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loversofthegrave · 3 months
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pre-series baby sammy n dean. those little spuds grew up in each others pockets
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spn2006 · 3 months
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the sexual tension in this image is kind of crazy
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brothersinablackcar · 8 months
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Day late and a dollar short for @wincestwednesdays prompt this week (because I can't do anything on time). Song: 'Smoke Gets in Your Eyes'. I might have a thing for shotgunning, old motel swimming pools and early seasons boys. Not necessarily in that order.
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tongjingnian · 1 month
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Look at me, De
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brighter version ↓
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corapi-thecity · 3 months
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