love by blood

incest and rape fantasies aside i’m actually a pretty nice girl

I love wincest being so unshamefully unhinged like Dean be balls deep inside of Sam and just panting in baby brother ears that i can crawl into you like this, sammy, wha’dya think, slurring those words while getting drunk and high from the intensity of their intercourse, tear this apart and climb inside. So fucking warm for me, so fucking good for me already, you’d let me, don’t you? You’d let your brother show you hoe much he loves you right? And while Sam gets harder at that, the couple next door in their motel called cops on them because they genuinely think they’re neighboring a serial killer.

Sam has always known how to get exactly what he wants. He uses it rarely- wisely- the pout, two puppy-dog eyes, a wobbly chin and a pair of cinched eyebrows- always gets the job done. Dean’s reactions are… predictable, identical every time- his frame melts, shoulders droop, eyes soften and his head tilts to the side, like he’s seen a kitten yawn. A few slow, baby-babbled words’ll have Dean snapping to a stop- whatever he’s doing, wherever he’s going, discarded in an instant to coddle and coo. ‘Yes, little brother?’ ‘Of course, little brother.’ ‘Anything you want, little brother.’ It makes Sam smirk, sadistic and drunk off the power. He makes sure never to abuse it, that might impact its effectiveness, may have Dean wisening up to his game, but, well, that hasn’t seemed to be a problem so far.

sam and dean get off on the taboo nature of their relationship, even just kissing gives them an illicit thrill. they say brother in bed like it’s a dirty little secret. that reminder of who they are, how forbidden it is, only makes them want each other more. their love and desire for one another is because of and not in spite of the fact that they’re brothers