#samdean prompt

[jadensdixon]

Sam, afraid of Dean after the first time he saw Dean kill a regular human -- No possession, no nothing, and yet he still put a bullet in the old bastard's head.

He stood there, frightened beyond reason, hands shaking. He was still a kid, voice still high and sweet.

Dean's eyes were dark, fixated on his victim. A spark had lit within his soul, a black spark, eating at every bit of light his youth had left him with.

"Dean...?" Sam asks quietly, so quietly Dean almost doesn't hear him.

Dean's head is quick to snap towards Sam's soft voice.

"Sam." Dean affirms.

"What- uhm, what just happened?" Sam's playing with his own fingers, twiddling them and cracking joints and Dean takes notice, a slight rush running through him. He knows he scared Sam.

"Nothing." And Dean is suddenly mere inches away from Sam, breath shaking the kid's eyelashes. Sam keeps his gaze down, looking at the dirt.

"Nothing.. nothing," Dean keeps repeating it, surely only trying to convince himself now.

And then his lips are on Sam's. He could never tell you why, Hell he doesn't know for himself. But he kissed his baby brother, right then and there.

#cw supernatural #samdean #wincest ficlet #wincestie #wincest #weecest #weecest ficlet #killer!dean #mlm spn #spn #supernatural #don't like don't read #samdean prompt

[tsukiyo-7]

Hearts will dream again Lungs will breathe in Wash away the sins It's where it begins Feet won't fail you now Arms won't let you down Wash away the sins It's where it begins

#wincest wednesday #fulfilling the prompt for the server i'm in #but its thursday #Under The Water by AURORA #samdean #wincest #sketch #the epic love story of sam and dean #supernatural #supernatural fanart #🐭

[jayjay-thejet-plane]

Betrayal

[Soulless Sam watching as Dean gets turned into a vampire]

bonus funky colours below

#jaydraws #supernatural fanart #sam winchester #dean winchester #soulless sam #vampire dean #supernatural #s06e05 #spn #supernatural art #spn fanart #spn art #wincest #implied cuz i drew it lmao #samdean #blood #prompt: betrayal

[miraidashinomia]

I think spn fic writers are sleeping on writing time travel fics to the 40s-50s when American Men of Letters were still alive, and exploring Sam and Dean's relationship with Henry, and even meeting Henry's father, and MOL being shocked by the future and by the boys' behavior like Henry was when he traveled to the future, and Sam and Dean hating MOL because of their strict hierarchy and like restricted access to the knowledge depending on your rank, which will INFURIATE Sam... So many unexplored possibilities... Someone write a fic I'm beggin'

#spn #supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #henry winchester #american men of letters #men of letters #bunker era #fic ideas #writing prompt #time travel au #it'll be such a good outsider pov like people are sleeping on it #sam and dean #samdean #outsider pov

[thegoodthebadandtheart]

mewwy chwistmas 🎄

#supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #wincest #a #like 50% of the christmas prompts were samdean mistletoe kiss #the people have spoken

[mpregjohnwinchester]

always female sam sharing a bed with dean and while spooning, dean grinds on her in his sleep so sam pulls her underwear aside and lets dean rub up against her and oops she's getting fucked by her sleeping brother now. maybe also he wakes up right before or as he cums and keeps going but pretends he didn't wake up?

<3 thanks so much for this anon, the way this has been on my mind CONSTANTLY. i'm afraid i got so excited i didn't see the "spooning" part so it starts a little differently than your prompt but i hope this is still okay!

cw: explicit, implied past underage, consent issues

Sam's not been sleeping great. Not that she ever sleeps great, or even the much more achievable well - not with the memory of her girlfriend's melting face popping up in excruciating detail every time she closes her eyes, anyway. Not with the constant niggle of worry, no, frustration, with Dad and his unknown whereabouts - yeah, neither of these things make for ideal, eight-hour rest conditions. They're not exactly lavender oil on her pillow.

And Dean - well, Dean is the furthest thing from lavender oil. From any kind of peace at all.

Sam's lying with her back to her brother, glaring at the fuzzy dark shape of the motel room's divider. Dean's latest spell of rumbling snores show no sign of letting up any time soon, and he's hogging half of the lower portion of the comforter between his tangled legs. If Sam tries to tug some away for herself, Dean huffs indignantly the way he does when she tries to get ahold of his car keys, until Sam clicks her tongue and gives up. Even when he's not tossing and fidgeting, he's spreading his stupid body out, encroaching on what is definitely Sam's side of the bed. Burned alive girlfriends and missing fathers aside, anyone would be hard pressed to drift off while sharing a bed with a 6'2 hunter with all the sleeping prowess of a spoiled toddler.

Sam makes another fruitless tug at the comforter. Another attempt at closing her eyes. The thing is, since Dean's "death", their little flirtations with felony fraud have had to take a backseat. Money's tight. It's Spaghetti-O's for dinner tight. It's hole up in places with cockroaches in the bath tight. It's share a bed, or get cozy on the floor tight. And it fucking sucks.

Although, Sam can't help but think, something about it is weirdly nostalgic. Money was tight more often than not growing up, and when Dad went off on work for weeks at a time she was quite often stuck bunking with Dean, enduring his nocturnal antics. She feels like she's sixteen again, what with that familiar, unwashed-head smell of the pillows. What with lying awake, worrying about Dad. It's as if she never left, sometimes. As if the last four years never happened at all.

And with that nostalgia, comes Sam's muscle memory - she drives her elbow into Dean's ribs without really thinking about it as he starts getting too close to her side of the bed again. He grunts indignantly, but mercifully fucks off. He rolls onto his back. A moment of silence; then that snoring starts up again. With a vengeance, like retaliation for the elbow.

Sam sighs, loud, pointed, pissed; rustles the sheets for good measure. Grimaces into the darkness. Her mind is so loud.

The thing is, it's been months. They're no hotter on Dad's trail than they were the night Sam left California behind for good. Dad probably doesn't even want to see her, what with the way things were left four years ago; but fuck, Sam's dying to see him. Dying to - is that really how lonely she feels tonight? Or is it Dad being one of the only two people she has left, knowing it, and still not fucking showing up?

Anger creeps through her. God, now's not the time for this. No wonder you can't sleep.

She takes a breath, like Jess taught her, deep into her lungs, manage the anger; and maybe Sam does drift off for a short time, to those thoughts. Those lonely-Dad-Jess thoughts. And she must've fallen asleep, even lightly, even a little, for that firm grip around her waist to startle her back to alertness.

Her instincts sneak up on her. The spark of adrenaline, readiness for a fight - hand halfway under her pillow for her knife - until she realizes. Remembers.

Dean. Just Dean.

Dean grunts; that arm tightens around her waist, as if to tell her that it's alright. Sam relaxes a bit. Too easily.

She can feel the length of Dean's body, curled around hers like putty; the furnace-like warmth of his bare chest, the thighs half-entwined with hers. His breath hot and a little erratic on the back of her neck. His foot feels cool on her bare calve.

He's hard. Sam can feel the outline of his dick as he presses all insistent against her ass; rolls his hips, does it again. Grunts, deep, satisfied.

Sam's sex drive has been non-existent the last few months. But that grunt - Sam hasn't heard Dean make that noise in a long time.

And this is nostalgic, alright. Sam doesn't remember when it started, exactly; just that she never felt all that differently than she does tonight, when she was fifteen or so, disconnected, alone, living in a world no one else seemed to understand. Dean lived in the same world on paper, but it was different for him. Guys were afraid of him; no one messed with him. Girls dropped their panties for a smile and a few flirty words, spellbound by his wild charms.

Sam, though - people messed with Sam a lot. Boys never looked at her twice, back then. Dad - confusing, distant, absent, Dad - well, that made her feel the most alone of all. Along with Dean spending every night in the backseat of the Impala with a different bar skank, of course. Bragging about it when he got home, flushed and grinning, lipstick on his neck, perfume on his shirt. God, Sam wanted to kill those girls. She wanted to kneel on their chests and wrap her hands around their throats and revel in the moment the light in their eyes went out. It scared her, didn't stop her thinking it.

This, though - this never scared her. What Dean did, sometimes, in the dark. In his sleep. And sure, he never did it when he was awake - but it was something. Something that felt good; something that some part of him was willing to give her, even if it wasn't conscious, even if it wasn't much. And hell, Sam didn't have much in life that made her feel good.

And - nostalgia, muscle memory - when Sam's sure Dean's grinding has dislodged his boxers, she hikes up her oversized sleep t-shirt. Tilts her hips back. Reaches between her legs to push aside her panties. She lets Dean keep grinding, those hot-grunt puffs of air on the nape of her neck; shuffles, scoots around awkwardly, until the angle is just right. Until she feels his bare, slick head right where it needs to be.

Dean, with only his downstairs brain active, is eager. He fills her up with one quick, clumsy thrust. Knocks the breath out of her.

It hurts, it's been a while, she's not quite wet enough to take all of him at once like that; but Sam can manage a little pain, feeling something, anything, is good, better than before. She bends her knee, draws her leg up to her chest to give Dean better access; he takes it. Takes ahold of her hip, moving into it as natural as he always did; and Sam turns her head, bites down on the edge of her musty pillow to keep herself quiet.

Just like old times. And, just like old times, it's - nice. Comforting, to feel full like this, touched like this. To feel the brother she once thought she'd never see again close, close like this.

It's been a while, since Sam has felt comforted, touched, close.

She huffs around the pillow. Trails a hand down her body, shudders for it; flesh hums beneath her t-shirt. Her cunt feels hot inside her panties, and her clit is slick and ready for her touch. It feels - fuck.

Her hair is in her face; her fingers grab a handful of pilled sheet as Dean starts moving faster. The clumsy, jabbing motions of his cock, giving her no choice but to open for him; his grunts and sighs, sounding a little delirious; that scorch-hot breath, that grip tight enough on her hip to smart a little. Sam feels kinda stripped of control, kinda used. And it's not a bad feeling; so she lets go. Drifts into it. Drifts into her body, the things it can do, feel. Rides it, as that burning, too-full sensation gives way to something much nicer. Something simple, the most uncomplicated pleasure there is.

Maybe it's the moan she can't hold in; or maybe Dean can feel it too. Either way, Sam can tell; sense it in her own body, the moment he wakes up.

She remembers this part; the way his satisfied grunts taper off, give way to heavy, confused breaths. The way Dean stills inside her, his body going rigid against hers. Disoriented. In a little shock, like this has never happened before, or something; and Sam's never sure if Dean would really stop, given the chance. But again, that muscle memory - she reaches around to grab his wrist. Squeeze, hard - don't you fucking dare.

Dean gets the message. And Sam remembers, now; remembers how Dean would go all lax against her, like he was trying to give the impression he was still asleep; lax, apart from his hips, the rhythm that wouldn't let up, doesn't now. She remembers how, because Dean is meant to be sleeping, he'll let Sam move that arm of his, move it until his hand is cupping her tit just right; and even though he's meant to be fucking asleep, Dean's fingers will close greedily around it anyway. Squeeze, even, as those thrusts get faster, erratic, those grunts choked like he's dying; and Sam even remembers how to angle her hips just right so she can come on Dean's cock, just in time, before Dean growls, one last jerk of his hips, before she feels his release flush inside her. She can feel the strip of his teeth against her shoulder where his mouth is open, and she presses up into it, tilts her head back, eyes closed, fleeting burst of ecstasy; and if this were something else, something different, then maybe they would kiss now. But this isn't that. God knows what it is, but it was never that.

That's okay. It needs to be okay.

They're still for a moment or two. Sam catches her breath, listens, in the dark, to Dean doing the same; waits, to see if the next part will be the way she remembers too. And it pans out pretty much the same; Dean's hand falls away from her tit. He pulls out of her almost as fast as he'd pushed in. Sam feels the ghost of his breath on the nape of her neck one last time, before Dean rolls over, away. Without a word.

Sam listens to his breaths slow down in the darkness. It's a while - really quite some time - before his snoring starts up again.

It's around this time that Sam realizes she hasn't moved. Hand still in her panties, body rooted to the mattress; Dean's come inside her, warm, sticky, a thin trail starting to leak out down her thigh. Not good; there's always a little anxiety about that. But Sam's never heard of a guy who can put on a rubber in his sleep, so it is what is is.

She licks her dry lips. It's getting light outside. Somewhere must be open for breakfast.

She slips out of bed quietly, not wanting to wake Dean this time; heads for the shower. Thinks about finding coffee, about getting a few hours of research in before the day starts. Because that's all she can do, really, for now. All she can do until the world wakes up again.

#fic #prompts #my writing #fem!sam #samdean #anon #wincest

[jinkieswouldyoulookatthis]

Prompt: Neither of them knew that while Sam was at Stanford, they’d each gotten a solitary small hidden tattoo.

#wincest #wincest prompt #stuck in the car so can’t write #but thought this’d be a fun idea to toss out to the jackals #samdean

[doublebarrelbrothers]

someone give me a wincest prompt!! i wanna write smthn maybe like 500 words...

#samdean #wincest #prompts

[wayward-sons]

Wayward Sons - Monthly Prompts: March

Starting now, we're going to post monthly prompt-lists (around the fifteenth of the previous month) to help inspire our wonderful fandom-creators to celebrate Sam and Dean Winchester - Because why the hell not? Gifs, Edits, Fanart, Fanfic or anything in between - All is welcome as means to participate, as long as your work somehow features Sam and Dean in any way, shape or form!

We will reblog all of your creations using the tag #waywardsonsevent Please make sure to use that tag as well while posting, so we don’t miss anything!

The Monthly Prompts for March are: • Compassion • "That's a lot of Teeth" • Silence • Cherry • "I f*cking hate Witches" • Unity • (Bon)fire • "What doesn't kill me should run, because now I'm f*cking pissed" • Clover • Song: "Black Velvet" by Alannah Myles

You may use all of these in one single creation, do one creation for each or participate with as many (or as few) entries as you want (or can). Any which way you like to be inspired by this is fine! Just have fun ♥

Also: This is an inclusive project and meant for everyone who loves Sam and Dean! However, we reserve the right not to reblog any openly hostile and hateful content, for one very simple reason: We don’t want to.

Any questions? Just send us an ask ♥

#blog announcement #*ours #waywardsons #waywardsonsevent #monthly prompts #fandom event #corespnedit #dean winchester #sam winchester #sam and dean #samdean #samdeanedit #gen #gencest #weirdcest #wincest

[samofmine]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester Additional Tags: 5+1 Things, Pining, Angst, Not too angsty, Slow Build, (I know it seems too short to be slow build but trust me), First Kiss, Episode: s08e23 Sacrifice (Supernatural), Episode: s02e11 Playthings (Supernatural), Pre-Stanford Era (Supernatural), yes this somehow covers all of that, Dean Winchester-centric, Soulmates, Hurt Sam Winchester, Hurt Dean Winchester, it starts with the two of them kids, Post-Episode: s15e20 Carry On (Supernatural) Series: Part 3 of Writing Prompt: 50 Types of Kisses Summary:

Four times Sam asked for a kiss, one time Dean finally asked himself, and one time neither of them had to ask.

-

Written for the 50 types of kisses prompt: A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond. Also 5+1 things.

#wincest fanfiction #okay i'm really happy with this one #50 types of kisses prompt #this is number 3 #samdean #wincest

[jadensdixon]

A long hunt, wearing both Sam and Dean out to their cores. They're weak, their muscles trembling at any movement. They clamber into the bunker, all but quietly. Mary rushes out from whatever nook she was in, bolting up the stairs to meet her boys where they stand covered in blood -- Theirs or something else's, Mary wasn't sure.

"Boys," She says sadly, embracing both of them in her arms. She kisses each of them on the forehead, then their cheeks, noses, finally landing on their lips. The boys melt, relief washing over every sore muscle, every stressed thought. Dean sighs and places his head on Mary's shoulder.

She guides them down the stairs slowly, down halls, finally into her room, where she places them on her bed. She removes their clothes, as they're caked with blood and dirt and God knows what else.

She retrieves a washcloth, wetting it in the bathroom sink with hot water. It drips water onto the floor as she walks back to her boys.

She washes them, gentle around bruises and cuts which is practically their entire body.

"Mommy," She hears Sam cry out as she cleans gashes on Dean's arm.

"Yes, dear?" Soft, honey-like words. Nothing has ever sounded better to either Winchester boy.

"I love you."

"And me, I love you too," Dean says, eyes darting away from his mother.

"I love you too, boys."

#cw supernatural #samdean #samdean prompt #supernatural #don't like don't read #female writers #mlm spn #samdeanmary #mary x sam x dean #mary winchester #marysamdean #mary winchester x sam winchester x dean winchester #motherson #brotherbrother #soft #fluff #prompt #ao3 #ao3prompt #ao3 prompt #spn #wincest #wincest prompt #wincestie

[codependentfreaks]

I wanna write more wincest ficlets bc i love them and want to practice my english (which is not my first language). Can you guys send me some prompts? I'd really love that!

#samdean #supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #fanfic #sam and dean #wincest #wincest fic #ficlet #fic prompt #prompt #dialogue prompt #quote prompt #story prompt

[jayjay-thejet-plane]

SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A WINCHESTER🤠

Extra sketches below cut :D

Dean helping sam apply his lipstick😗 and the sam sketch plus a couple scribble deans~

(hopefully i’ll finish the lipstick one i quite like it)

#i dont have an excuse #it came to my brain #and now i give it to you #prompt: cowboys #was gonna put dean in the cow print but we all know who has the milkers between those two #jaydrawstastyart #jaydraws #sam winchester #sam winchester fanart #spn #spn fanart #supernatural #supernatural fanart #wincest #samdean #dean winchester #cowboys #cowboy

[collegeboysam]

saw this tweet and it made me think of all the samdean ai generated images posted here that has sam dressed in a trenchcoat...ai using destiel art to fill samdean/wincest prompts by swapping castiel for sam is first degree betrayal to the brotherspouces belief system so know you are a class traitor

#samdean #wincest #the level of hater we should all aspire to be #jokes asides you are actually a class traitor for using an ai that uses art to train without permission from the artists #and uses parts without permission too...you are a dick <3 fandom has always been about making things out of love of what gives you brainrot #posting ai “art” is no better than taking someone's fic and swapping the names to match your pairing and you fucking suck <3

[preseriesdean]

as announced. a list of my five favorite things i made this year 🥂

5. sam and dean in season 11 - i made this because i think vicky asked me for thoughts on s11, and i felt inspired to actually look at a season i quite disliked with my samdean glasses, which made me adore it. so, so many moments and these were just my ten favorites. the process of making it and collecting those moments was so fun.

4. like soulmates

3. samwitch

2. there is something wrong with you

1. you're my weak spot - it's funny because for this ww prompt i had actually made something entirely different that i didn't even particularly like and someone else made a similar (and far superior) gifset. so i scrapped it and in the end was much happier with this than what i had before. the theme of it is one of my favorite things about samdean: the way they'd do absolutely everything for each other, and the way everybody around them KNOWS it. so satisfying.

bonus: sam/anakin - definitely my most time intensive little project but also my most rewarding, i think. purely self indulgent. during my 'research' i got so incredibly excited whenever i figured out a new parallel - and there are many things i had to cut because it would have gotten too long lol

also i just realized it's wednesday so. happy ww 🕯️

#* #i had a good year i think and fandom was a good part of it #yay

[digitalmeowmix]

Happy Wincest Wednesday!

Thank your to @red-meat-my-beloved for the tag and the multiple fun prompts here:

I'll answer a few of them in separate posts.

What song describes samdean the most?

I can’t choose just one which is why my wincest playlist has two parts are over 9 hours combined 😅😅 😅 😅😅

But here are some of my favorites from my main. playlist

This is one of my favorite songs ever and for siblings in general but it works perfectly for Sam and Dean /Weechesters. It's also on my Dean playlist because it fits him perfectly. My dream SamDean fanvid song

This is a great song about doomed cycles which which fits the Winchester family curse/sickness and the boys dying for each other over and over really well and I hope someday to make a fanvid to it.

I saw a vid to this song at a small con run by LJ fangirls in 2006 and it’s no longer online and it altered my brain chemistry with how perfect it fits SamDean and I have have been obsessed with it since.

A popular SamDean song for a reason! Jensen even sang for Jared at a con.

Another popular song that is a great SamDean thesis

An old song I’ve been obsessed with since I was teenager because of how it fits the incest guilt perfectly. I use to make wincest vids in my head to this song.

Another old Placebo favorite which is perfect codependency song and another imaginary i fanvid n my head song .

A song I heard more recently but is so Sam and Dean I immediately added it on my already very long playlist.

angsty bittersweet Sacrifice church wedding song !

Another Nicole Dollanger fave. Please listen to all her music its very southern gothic dark wincest coded

"When it all came down to it was always me and you" "There is nothing past or present that i would put in front of you."

Another Mitski because her music is SamDean coded. Listen to this while watching AHBL to die instantly

hardcore AHBL and Swan song feels, I know it is blasphemy not to use Kate Bush but this is the first version I heard and I love it.

Protective brothers feels!

Ethel Cain’s whole catalogue is a perfect southern gothic style Weecest/Weechester soundtrack but if i had to choose one song of course its Inbred.

shoutout to @twochildreninamoteldemo who I think introduced me to her music when he talked about it.

No grave can hold their bodies down, they'll crawl home to each other.

Your in a car with a beautiful boy

I could go on for ever but i hit the tumblr link limit and this is already so long.

Tagging @twochildreninamoteldemo @fictionallemons @catnipster69 @darling-sammy

#wincest wednesday #wincest #Spotify