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spnhiatuscreations | 2017 week 1 âłâThe only thing we had in this world- the only thing, aside from this car, was each other.â

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can you take your wincest out of the brochesters tag pls? its super triggering to see untagged incest
Hello, of course I can. Sorry that even happened!! Could you just let me know which post it is exactly, that way I can be sure to take the one youâre referring to our. Sorry about that again!
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Did you know that all brothers sit down and tell each other âwe need to be on the same pageâ about how theyâre going to raise their kid?
âJack wants to do the right thing.â
#and all i can think of is a younger sam #terrified of who/what he is and just trying to do the right thing #while his brother calls him a monster #âif i didnât know you iâd want to hunt youâ #and all i can think is that sam is thinking the exact same thing #thereâs a reason he wants dean on his side so badly with this #because maybe it would mean dean has changed #maybe it would mean he wouldnât think sam was a monster
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Wincest Love Week Day 2 - Mind reading spell.
Sam looked out of the window. It was American History, and heâd covered the context two months ago in a different school, and seven months ago in yet another one. He could hear the teacher talking, a low mumble â the least enthusiastic way you could teach children about the past.
He had brought his own book to read whilst the other kids focussed on the history book. In small, ancient script he was learning about the arts of magic. Small magic. Nothing dangerous. Because he didnât possess the ability to perform big magic anyway. He was forming the words with his lips as he read. He imagined himself standing in a high-ceiling room with a small fire burning in front of him. He saw himself raise his arms and face upwards. He heard himself chant the words as he read them under his breath in class. He looked like in a film, he thought. Important, magical, dangerous. He smiled to himself. It was only a spell to make a light object float, really. He scanned the next few pages until something caught his eye.
âMind readingâ. Below were brief instructions on how to focus on a single person, how to perform the spell, and how to reverse it. He didnât need any ingredients, only an object from the person in mind, and a dark room. He almost jumped out of the chair with excitement and couldnât wait for the lesson to finish. Eagerly he pushed past the other kids as the bell rang, and rushed towards the storage room on the first floor. He assumed it would be empty â and dark. He grabbed Deanâs jumper from his locker on the way â a jumper Dean thought heâd lost but Sam couldnât force himself to hand it back (he clearly remembered Dean wearing it, laughing and running around with him in the back garden of the tiny house they were staying at. Dean had gotten to warm and thrown the jumper at Sam who caught it and threw it back. And thus, a war had started which finished in both lying on the floor with their arms around their bellies, laughing so hard it was almost impossible to breathe. Sam had been so happy in that very moment).
When he got to the room, he pulled the door shut and knelt on the floor. With the flashlight from his bag he illuminated the pages and started reading, whispering, the words. He pressed the jumper to his chest and held his breath, listening out for the thoughts he was supposed to be able to hear now. It was all quiet. His shoulders dropped and he frowned to himself. He must have done it wrong. He was about to start again when the bell went. He stuffed the jumper in his bag alongside the book and hurried back to class. By the time he was walking home, heâd almost forgotten that he was supposed to be able to read Deanâs thoughts. He walked into the kitchen-hallway-living room (the house was small and there was barely anywhere to sit to eat your food), threw his bag on the old sofa and walked to the fridge. It was leaking again, with a puddle forming in front of it. Theyâd have to throw out the milk again tomorrow if the fridge didnât pick up again. He pulled out a carton of fruit juice and drank straight from it.
âWhy the fuck does he always have to drink from the carton? I could kill himâ he heard behind him. He spun around and saw his brother frowning at him.
ââxcuse me?â
âI didnât say anything. How was school?â
Sam frowned back at his brother.
âWas alright.â
âGood.â
âWhereâs dad?â
âOut,â he mumbled in response and looked away. âItâs just you and me, baby brother. You and me in this small house in the only double bed available. And Iâll be spending all night lying awake next to you.â
Sam shook his head, confusion and surprise becoming one as he realised what was happening.
âRightâ he whispered.
âWant to watch one of the old westerns?â
âLater.â
He could hear his brotherâs thoughts but they didnât make any sense. They were just noises. He realised that that must be what thoughts actually sound like. He realised that he himself wasnât thinking in words but in sounds â until he realised that and suddenly he was thinking in words. He cautiously walked over to the sofa and sat down. Deep in thought he only just heard Dean think that he was âstarving his ass offâ and that he âcouldnât be fucked to make foodâ. Sam held back a small laugh.
âShall I make us something to eat?â
Dean looked at him with such gratitude that Samâs heart almost stopped.
âThanks, man. Can I help?â
-Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â âAs long as I donât have to do the shit jobsâ, Dean added in his thoughts. âI could do with some cheese now.â
âYeah. Wanna make the cheese sauce?â
-Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â âI love you, Sammy. You know me too well.â Dean thought.
Instead, he said âFine, Iâll make the sauce.â He put on a slightly grumpy face to hide his true feelings.
They cooked away, Sam boiling the pasta and Dean making the sauce â eating half of it whilst making it, as usual. They dished it up and sat down next to each other on the sofa.
âThis is perfect, Sammy,â Dean said.
The smile on Deanâs face was genuine and Sam couldnât help but smile back.
They finished and Sam realised that the noises in Deanâs head were a lot more cheerful, a lot lighter.
âFuck, I have to do my homework,â Sam suddenly said.
âIâll help you, youâll be done faster that way.â
They started looking at his maths homework, but Deanâs thoughts quite obviously indicated that he was bored, and that he didnât want to show Sam how much smarter Sam was.
âI think my brother is the smartest person on the planet. Why does he have to be part of this family? Heâs too clever.â
Sam looked down at his homework, and tried not to get upset. He couldnât believe what he was hearing. He was one of the few people who actually knew how intelligent Dean was. And it hurt his head to know the things Dean was thinking.
âDean, tell me again about the way you tricked that vampire nest last month.â
And Dean started describing the scene to him again, every detail, every thought. Sam could hear where Dean exaggerated, where Dean added a few details here and there to the story. But the bottom line was there â Dean had tricked the entire group of vampires.
Sam sat there, looking at his brother vividly telling the story and he smiled to himself.
They ended up playing card games all evening, with Deanâs thoughts going from the breasts of the queens to the fact he was losing and didnât appreciate that. He was swearing a lot â in his thoughts and he didnât mind voicing it either. But his thoughts were mostly noise. Mostly soft noise though.
When they went to bed, Sam was almost embarrassed to get undressed in front of his brother. And Deanâs thoughts were all over the place. Hectic noise and whispering thoughts were fighting for Deanâs (and Samâs) attention. He was telling himself to look away, not to turn red, not to look but the loud hectic noise made it clear he couldnât stop looking. And more importantly, he started telling his dick to stop swelling up, that it was not appropriate. And Sam couldnât help but turn around and look. Wide eyes as his brother tried to hide his erection from his little brother.
âFuckâ Dean thought (shouted) to himself.
âSammy, I think Iâll sleep on the sofa tonight.â He rushed out of the room, but Sam followed him. He put a hand on his shoulder and turned Dean to face him.
âDean?â He whispered.
âHe knows!â Deanâs thoughts were panicked.
âDean, I want you to sleep in the same bed as me. I think Iâd like to feel you pressed against me.â He would have shied away from what he was saying, but heâd heard Deanâs thoughts, heâd seen Deanâs erection. He knew it was okay.
âSammy.â Deanâs whisper was drowned out by the hundred thoughts and voices that rushed around in Deanâs head.
Sam took Deanâs hand and pulled him towards the bed. He pulled him down with him as he laid down.
âI donât know what to do, Sammy.â Deanâs voice was shaking.
âHold me.â Sam turned away from Dean, becoming the little spoon in their entangled embrace. Dean smelled Samâs hair and his thoughts turned from noise to music, all words gone because the only way to describe how Dean was feeling was through music, soft and melodic. If Sam could see Deanâs thoughts, heâd see a sunny sky and birds flying overhead, heâd see bright colours that portrayed total peace and happiness. He pulled Dean closer around him, hearing the music of his thoughts go more and more quiet, and slower and even more peaceful as Dean fell asleep.
Sam decided then, that reading minds was wrong, it was wrong because he was invading someoneâs privacy. But he also decided that it had been the best thing heâd ever done. He sighed when he realised heâd have to undo the spell before Dean caught on. He thought of Deanâs face when Sam suggested to make dinner. He could make Dean so happy by reading his thoughts. But he also knew that it was wrong. And he knew that not all of Deanâs thoughts were beautiful. He had to help Dean understand how incredibly special he was to him â but without Deanâs thoughts in his head.
Sam fell asleep to the soft, slow music that was Deanâs thoughts.
#bad quality but who cares, just look at him
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I liked SAMs âwhat do I doâ to dean in the cabin. It was a nice shout out to his âhow do I stopâ in the season 8 finale. Full circle.
- Jared Padalecki (x)
Wincest Love Week Day 7.
It was too easy, really. One small comment from one of Samâs friends about the âclub around the corner still looking to replace âGaryââ and Sam blushing from one ear to the other and Dean was on it. His first move was to check out the club. It wasnât that heâd never been in a strip club before â heâd seen plenty of them from the inside â but he hadnât actually expected s trip club. The club was pretty much empty. He looked around and saw a handful of girls and guys standing around. One girl was dancing on stage with three middle-aged suited-up men staring up at her. One of the girls looked up as the daylight fell through the door when Dean entered. Nobody bothered to even move. He didnât look rich enough to make a big profit out of. He took a look around, and headed for the bar. The sole bartender looked at him, bored. He ordered a beer. When âTyâ handed him the bottle, and gave him the change, Dean asked him about âGaryâ. Ty simply looked at him, eyebrows raised.
âHe left a while ago. Disappeared after his girlfriend was found dead at their place.â
Deanâs heart started beating faster. Sam. His Sam.
âRight. Thanks, man.â
The bartender turned his back to him.
âActually,â Dean started âdo you keep photographs of all your dancers?â
He was curious now. Tyâs eyebrows shot up again, they almost vanished into his dyed-blond fringe.
âWhat?â
âYou heard.â Dean didnât feel like playing that game. âIâll pay.â
âNah, man. Sorry.â
âCome on. You tell me you donât have photographs of all your dancers? Donât bullshit me.â
âLook, theyâre not for sale, alright.â Ty gave the security guy a quick nod, and Dean saw him move towards the bar.
âI donât want to buy it. I just want to see it!â
Ty quickly raised his hand towards the bartender, suddenly a lot more interested in this conversation. âHow much you willing to pay to see a photograph of a guy?â
Dean thought about how much money he had in his pockets. He made a fair winning last night playing pool, and he even managed to pick up some drunk, rich guyâs wallet with a few notes.
âHundred,â he offered. He needed to see if it was Sam.
âUpfront.â The bartender wasnât messing around. Dean fumbled with the notes in his pocket, and handed him the money. Ty shook his head in disbelief. âHe wasnât that good, man.â If this really is Sam, Dean promised himself heâd punch the hell out of this guy for that comment. But he simply shrugged for now.
Ty waved one of the girls over, told her to cover for him, and led Dean to a door in the back corner. He opened it carefully, peered through into the room before opening the door all the way. He motioned his head telling Dean to follow him in. He locked the door behind them. Then he started pulling out folders that were filling a small unit along the short side of the small room. There was nothing but a desk, an old leather chair, a computer and screen, and this shelving unit. Nothing more would have fit in this room.
âAh.â
Deanâs attention turned back to Ty. He put a folder on the desk and started scanning through it. Dean walked over to him, watching him. He saw girls and guys, all basically naked, some posing next to a pole, some simply standing against a wall or sitting on a chair â legs always spread.
When Ty found the page, Dean couldnât believe it. His heart stopped and he had to look away. But he couldnât look away for too long.
It was his baby brother, his brother, naked apart from a pair of leather pants. He was sitting down, with the back of the chair between his legs. One hand was resting around his dick. He was biting the index finger of the other. He was looking at the camera, with a look that Dean had never seen on his brotherâs face. Dean was instantly taken in, he couldnât look away anymore. He was mesmerised and shocked at the same time.
Ty pulled the folder away from under his gaze.
âThink thatâs about 100 bucksâ worth.â
Dean refocussed. He couldnât believe what heâd just seen.
âRight,â he mumbled. He turned and walked to the door, unlocked it and ran out of the club. When he walked around the corner to the back of the club, he was breathing hard. He had to rest his hands against the wall and breathe for a few minutes.
His baby brother, his Sammy. He wondered how many people had stared at his little brother, how many people had touched his little brother. Anger overcame him.
He ran to the motel where they were staying, practically ran down the door to their room. Sam looked up, confused and slightly frightened. His instinct caused him to reach for his gun, but when he saw Dean he just stood up.
âDean?â
âHow many, Sam?â
âHow many what?â
âHow many got to touch you? How many got to stare at you? Huh? How many people, Sam?â He was almost shouting.
Sam backed away.
âWhat do you mean?â
âIâve been to the club. Sounded like you were quite popular, Gary.â
Samâs face whitened and his eyes widened. He looked horrified.
âDean â â he didnât say anything else. He held his hands up, a sign of peace, trying to calm Dean down.
âHow could you do this to me, Sam? Here I was, thinking youâd been with Jess all that time, Jess and nobody else. I was okay with Jess. I understood. But no, it wasnât just her, was it? You werenât just with Jess, a girl who you fell in love with to forget about me. No. You let all those men and women touch you, feel you.â Dean wanted to scream, he wanted to punch something. He wanted to kill every single person that put their hands on his little brotherâs body for a dirty dollar note. Instead, tears started to build up in his eyes and he couldnât stop them from rolling down his cheeks. His voice was breaking up and he had to stop.
âI really needed the money, Dean.â Sam tried to justify it, to explain it. His brotherâs tears surprised him. He slowly walked over to Dean, approaching him as though his big brother was a frightened doe. When he got close enough, he reached out for Dean, but Dean pushed his hand away. He tried again and again, until he finally pulled Dean into a hug. He fought off the struggle from Dean, until he surrendered and simply sobbed into his little brotherâs shoulder.
âIâm so sorry, Dean. I never wanted you to find out.â
âI want to kill everybody who touched you, Sammy,â Dean whispered into Samâs shoulder.
Sam ran his hand up and down Deanâs back. âI know.â
They slowly moved towards the bed, where they sat down, side by side and looked at each other. Deanâs eyes were red and swollen. Samâs heart was aching. Heâd caused this.
âSammy â â Dean started.
Sam looked at his brother. Deanâs face showed a hint of fear, a hint of shyness. He put his hands around Deanâs neck, thumbs resting on each cheek. He pulled his brother closer, until their lips touched oh so softly. He could feel Dean tremble slightly, and he could feel him relax.
âSammy, will you show me why you were so popular?â Dean wasnât looking at his brother, he was looking at the wall behind Samâs head.
Sam smiled a little.
âIf you want.â
When Dean looked into his brother eyes, he was overwhelmed with love. He closed the gap between them, and kissed him again, more passionately, more hungrily this time.
Sam was his, and only his, and if he had to show the world, he would.
Sam woke up with hickies all over his neck the next day. He understood why. He wore them with pride.
Hello!! Happy last day of wincest love week :) I had a lot of fun writing for you! I actually struggled a little with this one, so I apologise for the quality of it. But I do love the idea of jealous Dean, and beautiful stripper Sam. I hope you enjoyed this week as I did! Thank you for being so awesome to write for!:) xx