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âStartinâ to think you were celibate, kiddo.â John smirked, clapping Sam a little too roughly on the back of his neck. âThat girl mauled the shit outta you, boy.â He remarks, eying the violent purple bruising- hickeys- smothering his youngest sonâs throat, nape and collar. Sam jumps, not from his fatherâs appraisal, but from the sudden sound of Dean dropping a pan in the kitchen.
Apparently, their dad is feeling observant todayâŚSam just hopes he doesnât notice the swelling on Deanâs kiss-split bottom lip, too.
SamJohn but Sammy is Deanâs to give away.
John comes home from a long hunt, steps slow and voice gruff as he sluggishly makes his way into the bedroom heâs claimed as his in this temporary home theyâre in. Sam is sitting at the kitchen table, nose buried in his homework, not even acknowledging his fatherâs arrival. Dean walks over to his brother, drives a hand through his hair from behind, frowning at the way Sam jerks away.
âCâmon, Sam. Heâs had a shit coupla days.â
âLeave me alone, âm busy.â
âHe needs you right now. Probably wonât even be long, heâs tired.â
âThen why donât you go?!â Annoyed, petulant.
Dean would offer himself up, he really would, but those days were over the moment his jaw became so square, his features so hard that even the plush swell of his mouth couldnât make up for it. Sam is still small, soft. Daddyâs favorite kind of boy.
Dean pulls out the big guns.
âDo it for me, hm? You know how he gets⌠do it for me, Sammy.â
When Samâs eyes meet his theyâre glassy, but his look is resigned, and Dean knows heâs won. He drowns out the sounds coming from Johnâs room, the perpetuate pained whimpers spilling from Samâs mouth, because their father needs this, and Dean knows that. Knows what itâs like to not have Sam for days on end, the craving that comes with it.
Knows to thank his father for all he does by giving him his little brother.
Dean/Sammy
when Sam is old enough to learn from school the exact word for what Dean is doing to him, he has the extremely unexpected reaction of becoming instantly obsessed with said word.
and now Dean has to put up with his hypersexual baby brother point-blank begging for Dean to molest him every spare moment they have alone.

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wincest nonsense i canât stop thinking abt đđ happy 4th btw i hate today but yeah
⢠Dean absolutely loves to take sam to bars and get him completely plastered, dean has a better alcohol tolerance than sam so it doesnât take that many drinks to get him there
and he loves taking care of sam so heâs being a good big brother carrying him to the car and to whatever motel they are at and the second sam is blacked out on the bed dean takes advantage because he knows sam will be out for awhile
keeping him face down on his stomach and slowly moving inside him, dean knows sam wonât wake up but he wants to be sure and keep him asleep because he loves fucking samâs limp body and cumming inside him, never covering his tracks but sam doesnât say shit so dean keeps doing itâbut sam noticed and he LOVES IT
okay bye thank you
wincest x little sister reader: getting caught on the road by a cop
Being the Winchesterâs little sister, and having some fun on the road before you get pulled over by a cop, all three of you half laughing, half rushing to smooth out your clothes as the officer walks up to tap on the window.
Dean zips up his pants and shoots Sam a look while Sam yanks your fakes out of the glove compartment. âSam theyâre all-â âYeah yeah,â Sam cuts him off, âUnder the same last name, shit I knowâ.
Dean raises his eyebrows, a lopsided grin on his face, âYou think they saw too much to still have her still be our little sis?â Samâs hands come to your hips, adjusting you so youâre not quite so on his lap, and smoothing down the shirt youâve just pulled on. He scrunches up his face at Dean, tone dripping with sarcasm. âYâknow Dean, I donât think they saw too much for her to be our âlittle sisâ, they only saw her bent over the console sucking your coââ
âOfficer!â Dean rolls down his window abruptly at the rapping, his charming smile plastered on as he smoothly slips the fakes from Samâs hand. âGood evening, just on the way to a motel with my brother and my lovely wife.â
He hands over your IDâs, and the officer holds them up, looking intently before he shines his flashlight into the car, cutting through the dusky early evening light. You squint at the harshness and Sam gives a forced smile, hand awkwardly patting your thigh. The cop turns back towards Dean. âYour wife?â He repeats, eyes flicking to the way youâre plastered against Sam.
âYes sirâ Dean says with an easy smile.
The officer sighs and flicks off his flashlight. âAlright then, Iâm not going to write you a ticket, but for the love of god, just keep it pg.â
Sam grumbles as Babyâs engine hums and Dean pulls the car back onto the road. âYknow, she was on my lap. Couldaâ been my wife.â
Dean just grins. âSammy, said so yourself, it was my cock she was suckââ
Sam reaches over you to smack the back of Deanâs head, rolling his eyes. âHey!â Dean frowns and rubs the affronted spot, but the smirk and mischievous tone donât leave his voice when he says, âLetâs just get back to a motel.â
thinking about lucifer giving sam more holes and his body getting stuck that way. lucifer gives sam's body a pussy in the cage, just for fun and variety and he totally intends to restore it back to it's natural state, but one day cas shows up and pulls the whole thing out, just like that, and woops, guess sam's physical body has a cunt now. nothing to do about that! dean doesn't find out until much later, because soulless sam doesn't tell him. not because he's keeping it a secret, but because he simply doesn't give a fuck either way. dick, pussy, whatever, as far as he is concerned, it feels good to have things shoved inside it, so that's what he's gonna do. he finds people who can rail him good and hard, and honestly, who even needs a dick? when sam finally does get his soul back, though, he is mortified. he hides it for a while, but eventually he breaks down and tells his big brother, all ashamed and confused, talking about how it has to be fake, right? either that, or he's still in the cage, he must be? and dean doesn't believe him until he sees it, but when he does, it drives him absolutely insane. he touches it and it's real and soft and wet, and he can't help himself. he starts fucking sam with his fingers and his gun and then his dick, all the while rambling about how it feels different, right, sammy? it feels different than in hell, this right here is real, me inside you, stretching you out? that's what's real sammy
(obviously, getting his pussy pounded topside just confuses sam even more, but it turns out that he's real submissive and sweet when he thinks there is a chance that dean might actually be lucifer, so dean doesn't mind too much)
dean deserves to soft-launch his dumbification kink to sam as a treat. the poor boy gets himself so worked up with all the lore he has to ingest, the constant weariness that drains him after a hunt that may vary on how it ends, and the cycle keeps repeating. dean can smell it a mile away that sam is so close to breaking down. who knows what sort of crazy sam might get into with the thought of him running away from all this as he did before, and he most certainly canât risk his baby brother going through that. so it starts as backhanded statements like, âdonât fret too much on this research sammy, wouldnât want you to strain that pretty head of yours.â and if sam complains about feeling useless dean would throw him a sickeningly sweet smile while patting his head like a child who doesnât know any better and say, âjust let me, your big brother do all the thinking, besides thatâs why Iâm here for sweetheart, you need me too take care of you, how about you sit back and look pretty for me.â

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headcannon the entire winchester family going back generations having emotional if not physical incest issues just to normalize it for sam and dean because chuck thought itâd be funny
hot take but dean and sam wouldnât be close if they werenât brothers. sam would be one-dimensionally irritated with deanâs shit and dean would think sam is a stuck up. the reason they have a close relationship is because their childhood prevents either of them from being willing to abandon the other, which is why i donât find it fun when people make nonsibling aus.
like theyâre brothers at the beginning and end of the day. their romantic relationship is an extension of that.
john knows. of course, he knows. heâs not so blind he canât see whatâs under his nose, in the bed across from his, in the backseat of his own damn car. but it would be easier if he didnât, so he pretends. he misheard them playing, too rough the way they always were. he was too drunk to see things right, whiskeyâll do that to a man.
justâdonât ask, donât tell. like a good marine.
Yknow that one post about how HBO Sam Winchester wouldn't be any different cause that man is fucking insane and constantly living through the horrors?
I propose one change to that.
He would be exactly the same except for the fact he'd be openly queer and have gay sex on screen.
It may or may not be with his brother.
i canât rlly see wincest as romantic. prove me wrong, i wonât argue w people but theyâre two brothers who this whole bond is based on trauma and dependency. i guess thatâs romantic in a way but they wouldnât be romantic with each other. they would act like brothers, have banter like brothers and the sex wouldnât be romantic.
idk if someone gives a good enough argument maybe ill change my mind but they arenât romantic people rlly so that isnât how i would characterise wincest

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John sat on the couch, cleaning his gun and lost in thought. Sam sat crammed beside him while Dean lounged in the armchair, watching the hunt tapes.
Without looking up, John rumbled, âSam. Get your ass up and bring us some whiskey.â
Sam stood obediently in his tiny denim shorts. As he passed, Deanâs palm cracked hard across his bare ass with a stupid smirk. Sam yelped but kept walking, hips swaying slightly. John never glanced up.
When Sam returned with the chilled bottles, John grabbed his jaw, yanked him down, and crushed their mouths in a rough kiss. He shoved his tongue deep into Samâs mouth, claiming him while staring straight at Dean.
Sam slapped Johnâs shoulders, but he ignored it. Deanâs fists clenched, his cock throbbing painfully in his jeans.
DEAN: He never hit me, except for the time Sam ran away. He was always here when we needed him. He was a deadbeat. I know him better than anyone. He is as unknowable as God. He was a hero. He was an obsessed bastard. He showed me things no other sixteen year old had seen. He didn't really need me. He couldn't live without me. He turned me into a weapon. He raised me right. He put too much on my shoulders. He made me a mother. I always took his side to keep the peace. He was a master. He left me to die. He died for me. He left a hole in me. He exploited me sexually. He saved me from sexual predators. I always got the extra cookie. He kicked me out when I pissed him off. Rapist fathers remind me of him. Absent fathers remind me of him. Demanding and overbearing fathers remind me of him. Loving fathers remind me of him. I gave him everything I had. I am scared of turning into him. He brainwashed me. I loved him with everything I had. I dream about him all the time. He is my heartâs desire.