#wincest smut

[weirdbrosinc]

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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[amaranthmori]

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[winchesterride]

So, here it is, my first Wincest fic 🥳

It wasn’t Sam's fault that serial killers excited him. And wasn’t Dean’s fault he would do weird stuff to please Sam.

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Rape/Non-Con (Actually doubt con)

Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005)

Categories: M/M

Relationships: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester

post series, POV Sam Winchester, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, rough sex, Objectification, possessiveness, light bondage, serial killer kink, marking kink, role play, knife play, light blood play, rape play, light Break Me!Sam¹, light Tamer!Dean, mention of cannibalism, mention of necrophilia, Incest

Okay, thats PRETTY dirty, one of the dirtiest things I ever wrote, but I enjoyed it a lot, so hope you guys enjoy it too.

Please read the tags and warnings before reading!

PS: I put it only to registered users because it's mature, hope this don't prevent anyone from reading

¹Break Me submissives in BDSM play with physical struggle, they resist if not restrained, appealing to physical fights and runaways, making the scene look like a rape

²Tamers in BDSM are doms that deal with disobedient subs and have to discipline them

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[angelsberrymilk]

no but imagine Sammy with a cunt. and pair that up with summer time and hot road trips. Pre-spn s1. pre-stanford era. Sammy who can't go through the day without wearing a pair of shorts. and they're thin. a little tight and so flipping short. and Dean is just there. trying so hard not to stare at the curve between Sam's legs. He tries to hard not to notice the outline of his brother's pussy lips. who's shaking and trembling, trying to wil away the image of his brothers sweaty inner thighs. nahaaaaaahhhgggshsgd

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[simppersonquotes]

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[cowboysandpilots]

Retirement

Warnings: Sibling incest (but you know that if you're in the wincest tag 😏) Smut 18+

Pairings: Sam/Dean

Word Count: 3525

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When he suggests to Dean that they should think about retirement after they’re sure that Chuck is really gone, Sam never thought that Dean would go for it, and he never took into account how bored they would both be. Dean made him promise that either of them could choose to get back into hunting if they wanted, but even though retirement was incredibly dull, Sam refused to be the first one to cave. He never wanted to admit that maybe spending their lives hunting wasn't so bad. It turns out that Sam loved spending his every waking minute of his life with Dean. At first, it had been out of necessity as Sam had lost his mom and his girlfriend, and his dad was missing. He couldn’t just leave Dean to do everything by himself, and he had nothing keeping him at Stanford anymore. That felt like a lifetime ago, and sure, both men had other relationships, but the one constant in their lives was each other. Still is. They’ve lost so many people over the years, that’s what being a hunter is, and they know they can only count on each other. 

The only constant in Sam’s life has been Dean; there was no question that they would retire together. The only worry that Sam had was that Dean would get bored and make them go back to hunting. As bored as Sam was, he knew that continuing to hunt in their 40s was not feasible. It was just too physical and dangerous, and Sam couldn’t risk losing Dean after everything they had survived. He would do anything he could to keep Dean from hunting, if only for his own safety. He lets the man eat as much bacon and drink as much beer as he wants because he wants Dean to be happy with something else other than hunting. He wants Dean to be happy with everything. He wants Dean to be happy with him. He’s almost positive that Dean is happy with him; this is the most relaxed he’s seen his brother in years, and now, he works on his cars for fun and not just to get out his anger. 

There was one thing that Sam didn't really think about, not until Dean brought it up one night while they were watching some old western movie that Sam tolerated only for Dean. They were both leaning back in their individual recliners, beers in their hand, when suddenly Dean looked over at him. “Y’know, I never really wanted to retire, but I have to admit, this is pretty great, Sammy.” Dean’s still-perfect teeth flash at him as he tips the glass bottle in his direction. 

Sam is taken aback; first, he doesn’t expect Dean to interrupt a cowboy movie to say something like that, and second, he doesn’t think that even if Dean realizes he is correct, the stubborn man will never admit it. “Yeah?” Sam questions because he is getting older and always worried he may actually go crazy someday. 

“Yeah. Only thing missing is the sex.” Dean says it so casually, and Sam almost spits out the swig of beer he had taken. He manages to swallow but coughs a few times, and Dean’s hand comes up to slap at his back. “God, I was just kidding, man.” Dean snorts. “Well… not really, but don’t worry. You won’t have to hear about it.”

God, Sam wishes that he could hear about it; more than that, he wishes he could be in it. After all those years of hearing Dean talk about his exploits in considerably explicit detail and feeling the sick jealousy curl in his stomach, he wishes he would speak up and tell Dean what he wants. He can’t. He won’t. He and Dean are finally in a good spot, the best spot they’ve ever been. Comfortable and safe. What if Sam admitted his twisted feelings and things went south? What if Dean called him a freak and told him to get the hell out? Sam doesn’t think he could take that. “Yeah, I uh… it’s fine.” Sam mumbled when he finally caught his breath again. “I mean, you can tell me if you want, I know you have no one else.” It’s meant to tease, but Sam doesn't think his tone quite reaches it. Dean laughs anyway. 

“I used to before I got stuck with you.”

Sam would be hurt if he didn't look over and see the dopey smile that slid onto Dean’s lips. Was he reading into this? “You had plenty of people you could tell while you were ‘stuck with me’.” He uses air quotes and rolls his eyes. They were never stuck with one another; they always chose each other. 

“Who was I gonna talk to at that time, Sammy?” Dean snorts. “Bobby? Jo? I don’t think so.” He adds a little chuckle to the end of that, but they both know that each of their hearts cracks a little bit when they remember their long-gone friends. 

“Who are you gonna talk to now?” Sam smirks. He hated to think about it, but they really had fewer people to talk to now than they started with. Part of him still wanted Dean to tell him about all the times he had sex. He could picture himself in the girl's spot while Dean was talking and use it to his advantage after they went to sleep like he used to. It wasn’t the best idea he had, and it used to rip his heart out, but it worked for him, and even though he had his own stories; Meg, Ruby, Eeileen, he always came back to Dean. He always wanted Dean. 

“You’re right.” Dean chuckles. “I guess you’re shit outta luck, Sammy. You’ll have to hear about it.”

Sam didn't mind, and he didn’t feign as if he did. He was too busy thinking about how he might be able to introduce his thoughts to Dean without completely losing him. Unbeknownst to Sam, Dean was thinking the same thing, trying to scope out Sam’s reactions to what he was saying and if he could suggest something without having Sam freak out. He knew Sam had experimented in University; the younger man had let that little gem slip out after a night of drinks stronger than beer. A man had started to put the moves on Sam, and when he didn't immediately rebuff the advances, Dean got curious. He asked, and Sam answered. It was all very simple, lips loose from alcohol, but it was something that Dean had never forgotten, a little piece of Sammy trivia that stuck in the back of his brain. The thought also made Dean extremely jealous. Sam had the freedom to explore that part of himself while he had to keep it pushed down and ignored for fear that his dad might catch on at any moment. Well, their dad was gone now, they had almost no responsibilities, and all of the freedom Sam offered made him want to just go for it, to give in for once in his life. Since Sam seemed to have no reaction to having to hear about everything, he decided to push further. “You should too, y’know. Have a little fun of your own.”

Sam snorts. “Yeah, I’m not as good at the one-night stands as you are.” That was true; Sam always got way too attached and invested. He had too many feelings and wasn't as good at repressing them as his brother. That was something else Dean was jealous of. 

He pushes a little more. “I didn’t say it had to be a one-night stand. We’re retired now, right? We deserve to have something a little more stable, don’t you think?”

“We deserve it?” 

Dean freezes. That had been a slip of the tongue, but he might as well roll with it now. “Yeah, I mean, uh….” He rubs a hand over his mouth. “All we got’s each other, right? It’s so much work to go out there and try to find someone else when we’re right here… together.”

There it was. Dean put it out, and Sam could actually feel the pressure on his chest. It was all on him to make the next move. “That’s true.” That is all Sam can get out. It sounds choked like he might cough again, but he doesn’t; he just swallows thickly. 

“Plus…” Dean is smirking now, and his eyes have a glint that makes Sam’s stomach tight. “I bet I’m a thousand times better than any of those people you’ve been with before.”

Sam resists the urge to roll his eyes because he’s actually sure that Dean is right; he’s heard the stories, and now that man in those stories wanted him, and he wasn’t going to pass on the opportunity. He leaned out over the side of his recliner and slid his hand around the back of his big brother's neck to kiss him, hard. The courage it takes Sam to kiss him, even though he knows that Dean wants to kiss him back, is immeasurable, and he can feel his heart pound against his chest. 

Despite their awkward position, Dean can’t help the small moan that makes its way from between their joined lips. When Sam finally pulls away, Dean is the first to speak. “Good, now that we got that out of the way…”

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Sam chuckles breathlessly. 

“Probably the same amount of time as me.” Dean is just as breathless, but Sam doesn’t respond; he carefully climbs out of his own recliner and into Dean’s, rocking as he leans forward to kiss the older man again. 

Dean lets this go on for a few more minutes, but ultimately he gently pushes Sam back, just as breathless as the first kiss. “You know, I'm not 20 anymore, and neither are you. we should probably move this party to the bedroom, you know... if you want to.” As if he didn't know that Sam wanted this just as much as he did. The kisses Sam was giving were enough of a hint. 

Once again, Sam doesn't answer; he just climbs back off of Dean and turns to smirk at him before he disappears into their never-before and soon-to-be-turned-shared bedroom. The move makes Dean roll his eyes, but he follows him without complaints, abandoning his half-drunk beer. The only person that could make Dean leave a beer behind is Sam. He’ll come back to it later, anyway. 

The sight that Dean meets when he gets to what is usually only his room is one that he’s quite familiar with in a different context. They’re both used to seeing each other naked after years of sharing motel rooms growing up, but this was somehow different, somehow better. In the time that it had taken Dean to make his way in there, Sam had stripped down and now was lying in the middle of Dean’s bed with a half-hard cock. He takes a minute to look over his brother slowly, look at his overly large body and lick his lips in anticipation. 

“So, do you normally just stand there and stare at the girls you’re about to fuck?”

“Are you normally such a smart ass to the people you’re about to fuck?” Dean retorts, and it’s not lost on either of them that he didn’t use gendered terms for Sam, who watches him while he strips out of his clothes. 

When Dean is done taking his tip and apparently pulling off his clothes as slowly as he can, not that Sam is complaining, he steps forward and puts one knee on the bed, leaning forward. Sam completes the move by bending forward and pulling Dean into another deep kiss, something that is quickly becoming one of his favourite things. The older man doesn’t wait for Sam to be done kissing before blindly reaching into his bedside table for the lube; he’s always been good at multitasking. It’s only when he pops the cap open that Sam pulls away, a little breathless. There’s some unspoken rule, something in Sam that doesn’t make him question Dean spreading the lube on his own fingers. Sam is going to bottom. He’s fine with that, it wouldn’t be his first time, and he has a feeling that for Dean, it would be. 

Sam takes the initiative to turn himself over and tries to make it easier for Dean to finger him, but Dean is quick to stop him, tapping the clean, dry part of his hand on Sam’s hip. He turns his head to the side, looking back at Dean as best he can with a little frown. 

“Wanna see you,” Dean says quietly with a little smile. 

Sam can’t argue with that. He turns back over to look up at Dean while Dean hikes his legs up, moving his hand underneath Sam and slowly pushing a finger into him. The intrusion makes him grunt softly. It’s been a while since he’s done this, and it’s always a different feeling. Of course, Dean checks in with him, always ensuring he’s okay even though he’s not a kid anymore. Sam is already a little breathless when he gives Dean the nod to keep going. Dean adds a second finger into Sam and both of their breaths hitch. Sam, from the slight stretch and Dean, from the beauty of Sam below him. This is why he watched to see Sam. Jaw slack and eyes hooded, his brother is beautiful. Dean can’t take his eyes away from Sam while he scissors his fingers inside the younger man. The way Sam moans when Dean curls his fingers upwards and hits his prostate makes them both glad that the bunker is in the middle of nowhere. He lets his eyes flutter closed; he doesn’t need them open to see Dean’s self-satisfied smirk. “Fuck, I can take another one.”

“I'm sure that you can.”  Sam can hear in his voice that Dean is still smirking, but he doesn't add another finger which makes Sam huff. 

“So, are you going to give me one?” 

“I'm thinking about it.” Of course, Dean would use this time to be a controlling asshole.

“Well, think faster.”

Dean chuckles lowly. “Needy, aren’t you?” He doesn’t even wait to stop talking before pushing a third finger into Sam, making the man moan again, and god, that sound is beautiful. It doesn't take long for Dean to slowly pull his fingers back out of Sam, ignoring the way that his baby brother whines in disapproval. 

“Easy, Sammy, I’ll give you what you want.” 

Sam doesn't speak right away, but he wonders if this is how Dean talks to all those girls he's been with, if he knows exactly what they need and gives it to them. Sam wants Dean to give it to him too, but he won’t make it that easy. “And what is it that I want?” He challenges, just to see if Dean really knows. 

Dean didn’t need to reply; the entire time that he had been teasing Sam, he’d been using his left hand to slick up his own cock. It had been challenging to keep his face neutral and bite back his own noises of pleasure to keep Sam in the dark. He looks down at his brother with dark eyes while he lines himself up with Sam’s hole and slowly pushes the tip in. The head catches a bit on the edges of Sam’s opening, and Dean stops to shudder while Sam tries to push him deeper. 

Sam reaches up to touch Dean wherever he can, raking his blunt fingernails down Dean’s arm leaving fast-fading little white lines. He’s seen it before, he’s no Dean, but he’s no stranger to sex, but somehow it’s even more fascinating when it’s his brother. He does it once more, just to see those lines again, but he ends up clutching Dean’s wrist while the man shoves his entire length into Sam, making them both groan out as Sam arches his back. 

Staying still for a moment, Dean presses the pads of his fingers into the meaty flesh of Sam’s thigh before he pulls the younger man’s legs up to rest on his shoulders. It’s easier this way to pound into Sam the way he wants to. He moves his hands to Sam’s hips and squeezes until he’s sure the man is going to bruise and watches as the moans and groans spill out of his baby brother’s open mouth. Despite being in their forties now, Dean is surprised by his ability to keep up the pace. Despite his heavy breathing, the only other sounds that fill the room are gasping moans and skin slapping against skin. 

Dean leans forward to get right over Sam, momentarily caught off guard by how flexible the younger man is. He doesn't think about it too much because what he really wants to do is lock his lips with Sam’s again, dropping his head to push their faces together. Sam doesn’t seem able to kiss back, even when Dean stops his thrusting to try and help. They're mostly just panting against each other with open mouths, but Dean doesn't mind; it's hot in its own right, especially when Sam takes the initiative and licks into Dean's open mouth. Now that he doesn’t need his hands to hold up Sam’s legs, he gets those fingers into his brother’s hair. Dean loves his long locks as much as he gives Sam shit for how much he needs a haircut. In a moment of very good or very bad judgment, Dean gets a fistful of that beautiful hair tight and down at the root; he tugs hard enough to pull Sam’s head back. 

Sam is sure that before this, Dean had absolutely no idea how much he loved having his hair pulled, but he isn’t entirely in his head right now, and it's hard to hold back the almost porn-like groan that he lets out. He doesn't even have time to blush or explain that he didn't mean to make that noise because Dean is already thrusting again, pulling Sam's hair simultaneously. Their noses are so pressed together, and they're basically just breathing in each other's faces, but even with the beer breath Sam only pulls him closer, hand on the back of his older brother’s neck. 

Dean is barely thrusting anymore, just rocking back and forward while he stays flush against Sam, but neither of the men mind. The spongey head of Dean’s cock is pressed right up against Sam’s already bruised and swollen prostate, and the way Sam keeps clenching tight around Dean makes him whine softly. Neither of them wants to be further away from the other, perfectly content to stay skin against skin. He keeps thrusting for a few more minutes before he moves one of his hands to wrap around Sam’s red and leaking, clearly neglected cock. 

“Dean, fuck.” Sam moans out, arching his hips into the touch. 

Dean can’t help but chuckle, “What the hell do you think I’m doing, Sammy?”

If Sam wasn’t so close, he’d give it right back or at least roll his eyes, but Dean runs his thumb over the weeping tip, making him moan again as his cock twitches in Dean’s calloused hand. “Shit, m’so close.”

“Cum for me, baby.” It comes out of Dean’s mouth so quietly that neither of the men is convinced he actually says it, even though it’s what sends Sam over the edge, moaning out softly as his body spasms underneath Dean and thick white ropes of cum spurt over his own stomach and Dean’s hand. 

Now that he knows Sam is satisfied, Dean no longer holds back. He pulls away from Sam so he can pull out and slam back in at a bruising pace. The only sounds that Sam makes now are desperate whines as he’s sensitive after he’s finished; however, he would never tell Dean to stop; he wants to feel his brother cum inside of him. If he could find his words at all, he might even beg for it. 

“You’re perfect, Sammy. Gonna fill you up.” 

Sam whines again because, yes, he wants that. He doesn’t even care that his ass and hips are most definitely going to be bruised after this. He blindly reaches and scrapes at Dean, locking his ankles behind Dean’s neck. Dean keeps himself fucking relentlessly into Sam until he cums, with a grunt of his brother's name and falling gently into him. They lay like that for a few minutes before Dean is careful about slipping his spent cock out of Sam, never pulling away. He lets Sam keep his head on his chest while Dean runs his fingers through Sam’s hair. Neither of them talks for a long while, catching their breaths and enjoying the closeness that only comes after being physical with someone. 

“I guess I don’t need anyone else after all.” Dean smiles, pressing a kiss to the top of Sam’s head, not for the last time.

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[rottingsam]

Summer Heat

Sam breathes out harshly through his nose, taking down his headphones once again to acknowledge his brother's statement. “So you do want to talk about the gay thing.”

Dean shoots Sam an ugly look, silently telling him to do it with the snarky comments and attitude. “No, I just don’t see why they think they need to parade around that certain type of… lifestyle.”

Pairing: Dean Winchester/ Sam Winchester

Rating: Explicit

Content Warnings: Homophobia, Homophobic Language, Internalized Homophobia, Homophobic Slurs

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[samofmine]

okay so. sam with a praise kink & a humilliation kink.

Imagine Dean breaking into Sam's dorm once, one week after he left for college, cause he's drunk and sad and hurt and he misses Sammy. It scares Sam shitless and he almost punches him but Dean manages to hold him down, "easy tiger", and then they're wrestling, more trying to touch every piece of the other's skin than actually trying to hurt each other, and it takes 0 time for Sam to get painfully hard in his pajama pants and of fucking course Dean notices.

"Still the same horny mess, huh, Sammy?"

And Sam just lets out the most pathetic whine as Dean reaches for his cock, hand moving up and down lightly and slowly and Sam missed this so much he could cry.

Dean has him begging for it in no time "use your words, babyboy" and Sam's brain can barely come up with anything but please please please.

Dean turns him over and climbs on top of him, taking both their clothes off as fast as he can and Sam just waits.

Dean starts to finger him right there on the floor and Sam can't wait, he needs Dean inside, his whole body feels hot and he's tingling and the friction of the carpet against his cock is just so good, so right, so he begs again please please please and Dean tells him to shut up, shoving his cock inside Sam hard and all at once and it punches the air off Sam's lungs.

"Quiet Sammy," Dean leans in to whisper to him, "You don't want your college friends to know you're a slut."

And oh my god Dean is fucking him so slow and so hard, Sam can't take it, he starts to fuck himself on Dean's cock in a pathetic rhytm that is not nearly enough.

Dean even stops for a moment, lets him do all the work, and then he grabs both Sam's arms and starts to fuck him properly, using Sam like he's a fleshlight, and oh god the memory of Dean fucking that flashlight in the bathroom when he thought Sam was asleep, Sam moans loudly, his cock leaking on the carpet.

"You should see you right now. College boy turns out to be nothing but a pathetic slut. What's the use of studying so hard if you're just gonna be fucked dumb by your brother's cock, huh?"

Sam is so close, his entire body shakes, and Dean is still holding his arms and he can't touch himself and it's all too much and he starts crying, moaning Dean's name and hoping he'll get the message.

And oh, he does, he pulls Sam in until his back is flushed against his chest and starts fucking him slowly, kissing his neck, and Sam needs more, he starts moving, and fuck, Dean's hand finds his cock.

"So good, Sammy" Dean groans and Sam can tell he's close, too, "Perfect for me, doing so good."

And Sam only nods, fucking back on Dean's cock and thrusting on Dean's hand, and he needs it so bad-

"Go ahead, Sammy, let go for me. Let me see how perfect you look when you cum on my cock." Dean speeds up his hand and Sam cums with a loud cry, body falling forward, but Dean catches him and turns him on his back, gritted teeth as he throws Sam's legs over his shoulders and enters him again, fucking Sam even harder, groaning "fuck fuck fuck" and spilling inside him.

Sam almost wants to beg for him to stay like that, inside him, not moving until the sun comes up, until Sam can feel him getting hard again, until he can fuck Sam and spill inside him again and again until he feels full.

But Dean just gets up, gets dressed and leaves.

Sam doesn't get up from the floor and it doesn't take long until he's hard again so he starts jerking off, high on the feeling of his brother's cum leaking from his hole.

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[writethelifeyouwant]

Dog Dean Afternoon

Summary: The spell worked a little differently than they’d anticipated. 

Pairing: Sam x Dean (as a dog) Rating: 18+ Warnings: Bestiality Tags: Established Wincest, weirdly fluffy start, then it all goes downhill pretty fast from there, bottom Sam, top Dean, dog!Dean, Sam has a bestiality kink, dirty talk, knotting, dead dove do not eat Word Count: 2.8k Bingo Squares: @samwinchesterbingo - Case Fic 

A/N: Yeah… I don’t know what to tell you other than: Yes. You read the tags right. Dean turns into a dog, he fucks Sam. They’re into it. If you’re not into it that’s totally fine, just scroll on!

The spell worked a little differently than they’d anticipated. 

Sam stared down at the German Shepherd currently sitting at his feet, looking up at him with open adoration and wagging his tail across the carpet eagerly. One minute he’d been looking at his laptop, reading up on some lore, and the next the chair across the table from him where his brother had been sitting was vacant and a large dog was sniffing around his feet. 

“Uh… Dean?” Sam asked hesitantly, knowing he sounded ridiculous, but what other explanation could there be to a sudden disappearance of Dean and simultaneous appearance of a dog that had not been there moments before. 

“Ruff!” A deep, booming bark responded, and Sam had a feeling that translated as ‘yes’. 

“Can you understand me?” he asked next, and dog-Dean answered with an identical affirmative bark to his first. “Okay, well, that’s good… I guess,” Sam mused out loud, still shell-shocked by this turn of events. 

There was a moment of awkward silence as Sam stared at his brother before he let out a shaky whoop of laughter. 

“I gotta be honest man, I don’t know what the hell to say to this,” he ran a hand through his hair, trying to think. “I guess we just wait until it wears off, right? The spell said it only lasted like forty-eight hours or something, right?” 

Dean made this sort of whiny-growl noise that Sam thought might be some kind of warning to stop laughing at the situation, but he just couldn’t help himself. The dog stood up and walked pointedly towards the motel door, jumping up to stand on its hind legs, and tried to bite the handle, jiggling the lock. Sam surreptitiously picked up his phone and snapped a couple photos. 

When he didn’t manage to get the door open, Dean sat back on his haunches and barked at the offending object, then swivelled his head to look at Sam, then back to the door, then barked again. 

“What do you want?” Sam asked in a slightly babying voice, the way you would talk to a child who wasn’t great at communicating their needs yet. Or, you know, a dog. 

Dean barked again, baring his teeth this time to illustrate his displeasure with Sam’s tone. He scratched at the door and when that only engendered more laughter from Sam, he trotted over to the man, ducked his head, and bit firmly at his brother’s ankle, causing Sam to jump up in alarm. 

“Ow! What the hell was that for?” he griped, trying to bat the dog away, but Dean was insistently butting his head against the back of Sam’s knees, urging him towards the door of the motel room. “Okay, okay, calm down!” he admonished Dean in exasperation, reaching for the Impala keys. “I was just messin’ with you, c’mon, let’s go to the pound and see if you can understand dogs like you’re supposed to,” Sam laughed as Dean growled at him in annoyance, but the dog trotted after him obediently nonetheless. 

Sam thought the visit to the dog pound went well. As soon as they’d walked inside, Dean had run off towards the kennels and the ensuing cacophony of barking was loud and lengthy. Sam took it upon himself to distract the poo volunteer that was running the shelter at the time by taking him outside and quizzing him about dog care. On the surface, this was just a stalling tactic to give Dean time to talk to all the dogs inside, but in the back of Sam’s mind, it occurred to him that if something had gone really wrong with the spell and they were stuck with Dean in German Shepherd form for longer than the prescribed length of time, he might actually need to know all the stuff that the volunteer was prattling on about. 

Back at the motel, Dean ran into their room and immediately jumped up on one of the beds, walking himself in a circle and pawing at the ratty comforter until he was satisfied, then curled himself into a circle and settled down with his head tucked over his legs. Sam watched him bemusedly, wondering how much of this behaviour was basic dog instinct, and how much was his brother. It seemed pretty evenly split in his opinion. 

Normally, at this time, they’d be thinking about what to get for dinner, and that presented Sam with the curious conundrum of what to feed Dean. Should he go buy dog food? 

Dean growled viciously when Sam suggested the idea, so he decided to go with the Dean classic of burgers. He skipped most of the toppings his brother normally went for, simply providing him with some cooked burger patties and a side of bacon, but Dean seemed satisfied with this offering, eagerly wolfing down his own portion, sitting on a chair at the table with Sam and eating off a plate, because he had growled yet again when Sam had tied to place the dish on the floor for him.

Sam was getting quite good at interpreting ‘fuck off’ in dog language. 

They couldn’t proceed with working the case until Dean changed back from dog to human form so he could actually tell Sam what he’d learned from the other dogs at the kennel. Sam had tried to get Dean to spell things out for him using a bunch of words and letters written out on index cards, but the results had been frustrating to say the least, so they’d set them aside and decided to wait out the duration of the charm. 

Bedtime presented an interesting problem too – just another on the extensive list that had resulted from this whole ungodly incident. Typically, Sam and Dean would spend most nights in the same bed, unless they were pissed with each other about something. Dean clearly expected business as usual tonight despite his current form, because when Sam tucked himself under the covers, the dog jumped up on the bed right next to him and nosed his way under the comforter, shifting awkwardly onto his side and attempting to spoon his younger brother. It was sweet, really, Sam thought. Dean was actually much more eager to cuddle as a dog; if he’d been human, that whole routine would have been accompanied by grumbling and a facade of reluctance. Sam wasn’t opposed to this particular shift in behaviour. 

At first. 

After a few minutes of the heat ratcheting up between them, Sam shifted a little to rearrange the furry leg –arm?– that was draped over his middle causing him to sweat. Dean as a dog was even more of a furnace than usual. That’s when he felt it. It was poking at the small of his back, rather than the crack of his ass where it normally rested, but there was no mistaking it. Dean was hard, and his doggie cock was rubbing casually against Sam’s body as if this was any other night. Except Dean was a dog. 

Heat began to overwhelm Sam for an entirely different reason. Unbidden, his thoughts flashed back to a case a few years ago with their friend James –a witch– and his familiar. Portia had the ability to shift between her human form and her alternate, a large German Shepherd. Dean as a German Shepherd was even larger than she had been. At the time, Sam had congratulated Dean on not stooping to the level of making a bestiality joke when James had confessed about the true nature of the relationship between him and Portia, but it had been an uncontrolable urge on Sam’s part to see what Dean would say when he mentioned the B word - because Sam’s brain had immediately gone down that road from the second he knew what the girl was. It had been Sam’s attempt at subtlety, bringing up bestiality in a way that could easily determine Dean’s feelings on the subject without revealing Sam’s own thoughts.

Because he had had a lot of thoughts. When Dean had transformed into a dog earlier that day, they had briefly flashed through Sam’s mind, but he’d pushed them aside easily in favour of the case at hand, they had work to be doing, after all. But now, when there was nothing left to do but get a good night’s sleep and wait for the spell to reverse, when Dean’s obvious erection was beginning to rut more intentionally against his back, Sam had something serious to consider. 

Was he really contemplating this? Letting Dean fuck him like this? Letting a dog fuck him like this? As if he could hear exactly what was running through Sam’s mind, Dean let out a whine and tried to wrap Sam more tightly in his paws, humping against him with a pathetic, animal desperation that had Sam’s dick throbbing painfully in his boxers. 

Fuck. Am I actually… yeah, Sam decided as he reached over his shoulder to run a hand through the thick shaggy fur of his brother’s coat. Yeah he was gonna do this. Who knows when else such a perfect fucking opportunity would present itself? No pun intended.

Cautiously, Samm rolled himself around so he was facing Dean, the dog’s paws still draped over his waist and thigh. He wrapped his arm under Dean and pulled him in gently, rubbing his cheek into the fur of Dean’s neck and scratching behind his ears. The dog gave an appreciative whine and bucked his hips again, and Sam took a deep breath, steeling his nerves and trying not to fly out of his skin with excitement and guilt-ridden arousal as he skimmed his right hand down the fur in Dean’s chest, over the soft, velvety skin of his belly, and down to his cock. 

The dog dick was wet, practically slimy, and it should have put Sam off immediately, but with an embarrassed groan he felt his own dick twitch in his shorts, pushing out its own drops of arousal. It felt smaller than Dean did as a human, but Sam knew that would change – dogs got bigger when they fucked, the pressure of a willing home wrapped around them prompting more blood to flow to the extremity, stretching it hard and wide until… Sam gulped and whined at the thought – the knot. 

God, he knew he was sick, he knew it was insane and disgusting but he didn’t fucking care anymore. He wanted this dog cock to stuff his hole and knot him like a bitch. 

“Fuck, Dean,” Sam groaned, moving his hand over the wet doggie dick, pressing a finger against the leaking slit and gathering the slick on his fingertip. hesitantly, he brought it to his lips, then sucked it in, letting out a whine that nearly matched the desperate pitch of the dog’s. 

Working quickly now, Sam shoved his boxers off and threw the blankets haphazardly down by their ankles so he could move more freely. Dean wriggled a little, as if unsure where to move to, so Sam made the decision for him, helping him roll a little more onto his back so his belly was facing up in the air. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from Dean’s cock, angry red and dripping wet, only about half of it poking curiously out of its soft sheath. Sam reached out, mesmerised, and ran his hand over the base that was still covered. The dog panted happily when he sped up his persistent touches, so Sam took that as a sign that Dean enjoyed being jacked off by his brother just as much as a dog as he did when he was human. 

Without pausing to think too hard about the reasons this was still all a very bad idea, Sam bent over and sucked the flared tip of the dog’s dick between his lips, rolling the flesh eagerly against his tongue. It was so wrong, so unbelievably fucking wrong, and that’s exactly what had him reaching down to wrap a fist painfully around the base of his dick, because he was in serious danger of busting his load over the sheets in about two seconds. 

It kind of felt like the first time Sam and Dean had ever touched each other – the taboo so hot and overwhelming they both cum quicker than teenagers losing their virginities, despite the fact they were both well into their twenties and far from virginal at the time. Apparently incest was no longer the limit of the sick and twisted shit they were willing –eager– to do to get off. 

Dean’s cock was growing noticeably in Sam’s mouth, and to his astonishment, he could already feel something thick and harder forming at the base of the dog’s shaft. Fuck, if Sam wanted that knot stuck in his ass rather than his mouth, he had better get a move on. He let Dean’s cock drop from his mouth reluctantly and scrambled off the bed quickly to find their lube. 

Fingering himself open had never been Sam’s favourite thing, he had always preferred Dean to do that, and his wrist cramped up funny as he bent his arm behind himself and began to stretch his opening. Partly out of laziness and partly out of curiosity of what it would feel like to be stretched open on doggie dick, he only worked two fingers inside before he gave up and dropped onto the bed on his hands and knees. 

The large German Shepherd circled him, snuffling around Sam’s neck, beneath his arms, the crease of his hips - scenting his bitch before he mounted him. The tongue took Sam by surprise, and he yelped and twitched out of reach when Dean’s long tongue licked in a solid stripe from his balls up to the crack of his ass. Dean wasn’t happy that he was trying to avoid his investigation of his hole though, because he immediately followed Sam across the bed and stuck his tongue firmly back where he wanted it, which was laving enthusiastically over his brother’s freshly lubed hole.

“Fuck, Dean,” groaned again through clenched teeth. “Fuck, why does that feel so good?” Obviously he wasn’t expecting Dean to answer him, but the dog gave a sort of yip, his teeth grazing over Sam’s flesh and making the man shiver, and Sam kind of thought that might have been Dean telling him: “shut up and enjoy this, bitch.” 

It seems that the appeal wore off very quickly for Dean though, because he only treated Sam to a few more rough licks before Sam felt the dog’s paws scrabbling over his back awkwardly, trying to find purchase in an unfamiliar position. He could feel Dean’s cock slipping eagerly across his back, but the dog wasn’t having much luck with aiming. It seemed like all he could manage was catching the head of his cock on the rim of Sam’s entrance before it skimmed by and Dean would whimper in frustration. 

“Sh, sh, it’s okay,” Sam reached behind him to run his hand through Dean’s fur, comforting him as if this was actually a dog and not his big brother. Dean would give him shit for it later, he was sure, but the playacting was making Sam even harder, so right now he didn’t give a fuck. “Take it easy boy, lemme help,” he grunted, his hand groping behind him blindly until he felt the dog’s cock. 

Sam gripped him firmly and directed the cock back towards his hole, rubbing the tip insistently over his entrance until –finally– Dean slipped inside. The groan that ripped through Sam was practically inhuman as the dog began to fuck him furiously, without any care for Sam’s comfort, just using his body to accomplish his goal – and Sam was one hundred percent okay with that. More than okay. He was being one hundred percent, completely and utterly ruined by a fucking dog cock and he fucking loved it. And the knot wasn’t even inside him yet. 

He could feel Dean trying to force it inside of him, but his thrusts were becoming increasingly erratic the closer the dog got to his own finish and Sam was becoming impatient. 

“C’mon boy, fuck me, fuck that knot inside me, good boy. Yeah, there you go buddy, make me fucking take it,” Sam practically growled the last words as Dean’s knot forced its way inside his hole, stretching him past the point of comfortable, but the pain and ultimate sign of submission was what did it for Sam. As Dean pumped ungodly amounts of doggie cum into his ass, Sam came untouched onto the sheets beneath him, panting just as heavily as the dog now locked with him. It was just as well that Dean in dog form seemed to enjoy cuddling, because Sam wasn’t entirely sure how long they would stay knotted together. 

However long it turned out to be, he had a feeling it wouldn’t feel like long enough when Dean pulled out and left him empty again. 

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Sammy Winchester Wanted

Sammy Winchester wanted for dark wincest story. Must be comfortable as a power top, knows how to use Discord, and MUST be comfortable with writing dark and graphic incestuous storylines.

Including: Demonic Posession, Mental Manipulation, Dubious Con, Non Con, Demon!Dean, Bottom!Dean, Top!Sam, mentions of past weecest, Monster Sex, Demon Sex, Mentions of violent Gangbangs, Blood Sex, Intersex!Dean, Tentacles, Mpreg, Violence both sexual and nonsexual.

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[weirdbrosinc]

wincest smut <3 ficlet, didn't bother doing a word count

bottom dean, top sam, degrading & ownership kink

they're inseparable. they have been since the moment they first touched, first got the taste of the forbidden fruit that was each other. they could barely even process how they were feeling with the intensity of it all. sam's large frame practically looms over dean's smaller one, they're both covered in each other's sweat and there's spit splattered all over their mouths and chins, sloppy with fervor and urgency. they need each other. it's all they know. it's never sam or dean, it's sam and dean, together, bonded by so much more than their family line.

dean's panting underneath his brother, biceps flexing under the much too big hoodie of sam's that he wore as he strains to control himself. sam's just too fucking hot like this, he's got his hand around both of their cocks and pumping his hand up and down fast but in a rhythmic way. dean could just get lost in it looking at him.

sam feels pretty much the same about his brother, although he wishes he had've been able to slip off the hoodie to take in the entirety of dean's skin. he's not complaining about what he ended up with, though, either. dean looks so small in the bulkiness of the hoodie, and something about that just makes him want him more. the fact that he can reduce his brother to this sends a hot thrill up through him, and he finds himself tightening his grip on their cocks. he earns himself a gorgeous little whimper from dean, and he grins to himself as he sees his brother's head throw back.

"god, you're so pathetic," he spits, and the shiver through dean's thighs doesn't go unnoticed. "letting your baby brother do this shit to you? kind of fucking whore are you?"

and oh, god, dean doesn't have any words. his hips and thighs are shaking desperately. he needs sam so bad it's like an instinct at this point, driven by the primal urge to fuck and be fucked, and he doesn't necessarily mind that sam's usually the one fucking him. this is just foreplay; pretty soon sam will be so deep inside his brother that it'll be impossible for either of them to feel anything but each other. each other's warmth, love, passion, unresolved anger, everything about each other belongs to one another. it just so happened to be the order of operations that sam was really fucking good at bossing his brother around. and of course, dean was completely compliant to it.

"y- yeah," he panted out, his hips desperately jerking up in time with the rhythm of sam's hand. "your whore, sammy. all yours, all fucking yours, holy shit-" he let out a breathy moan as he felt himself nearing the edge, felt sam's pace pick up because he knew. it was barely a few seconds before he could feel warm spurts ending up all over his thighs hips; his vision was white and searing hot like his whole soul was relishing the feeling.

it didn't last long. sam pulled away before he was fully finished, and then he could feel his brother's cock prodding at his hole. he'd prepared prior, since sam was usually too impatient to do it for him, but even still, he got the feeling sam was going to be particularly ruthless tonight.

he didn't even mind. sam could do whatever he wanted to him and he'd have no complaints. he loved his little brother, and he'd do anything to ensure that he was happy. so if fucking his brother was what made him happy, who was dean to say no?

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[twochildreninamoteldemo]

honey, dripping at your feet

Sam/Dean, underage, timestamp for the Ptolemaea ‘verse. written for the @spnkinkbingo prompt: cannibalism. yayyy!!

Dean, Sam hisses after a moment of thought, lips sealed tightly, and Dean’s head immediately swivels in his direction, catching Sam’s psychic call almost too quickly. They’ve been doing this for nearly a year now—it’s almost second nature.

I’m hungry, he murmurs after a moment, allowing his eyes to sink into what Dean calls his puppy-dog face, and his big brother immediately melts, shifting in his seat with what Sam knows is also a boner. Because he’s got Dean under his thumb now, and Dean knows exactly what Sam being hungry means.

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"You're not the only one who dated someone bendy"

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[ohnoitsthebat]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Sibling Incest, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Top Dean Winchester, Bottom Sam Winchester, Masturbation, Dirty Talk, Smut, Shameless Smut, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Explicit Sexual Content, Episode: s11e05 Thin Lizzie, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Sam Winchester Has a Large Penis, Established Relationship, If I missed any tags let me know Summary:

Sam and Dean do the nasty in Lizzie Borden's bedroom. That's it; that's the plot. Title taken from the Thin Lizzy song, "The Boys Are Back In Town."

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