call me aleks or ks • 27 y/o • nb femme • he/she/they sam winchester is a trans girl, die mad about itim a gross evil bibro wincestie (just like the writers and the cast) so just block me and be done with it talk to me about the good spn that exists in my head
hi im aleks. he/she/they. im a trans girl sam truther and an evil wincestie. sorry sam and dean are soulmates, as if its my fault. blame the source material, not the folks who are pointing it out.
yes i know incest is bad and i know that IRL their relationship would be so unhealthy and fucked up. but the amazing thing is: im an adult and im able to tell the difference between fiction and reality. another amazing thing: you can just block me and never interact with me and the horrible terrible content i post. incredible, no?
anyways here's some of the content i post:
trans girl sam
sam and gender in general
queer sam
bottom sam (almost exclusively)
the winchesters' insane codependency
soulmates in love (emphasis on the ROMANCE)
brotherwifes/brotherhusbands
mutual caretaking
daddy kink
possessive/controlling dean
dom/sub undertones and overtones (dom dean & sub sam exclusively)
megstiel
anti d*stiel
j2 being the OG wincesties
anything involving putting more thought into this show than the writers ever bothered to
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Currently thinking of Sam and his favorite room in the MoL bunker. Just a few doors down from the showers, and he’s a little surprised that Dean hasn’t found it yet but then Dean’s kind of in love with the strong water pressure and having a real kitchen. And the weapons room, but Sam’s been having quiet raptures over the library so he can’t really judge.
Sam’s favorite room in the bunker is the room with the bathtub that is amazingly deep and long enough for him to stretch out completely. The back is perfectly sloped to rest against, the bottom is just textured enough that he doesn’t slip down unless he wants to, and the hot water miraculously doesn’t run out when he fills the tub for the first time.
He hasn’t been fully immersed in a bath since he was a kid and outgrew motel tubs, and maybe that’s why Sam finds himself sneaking a bottle of bubble bath into their groceries, manages to hide it in his jacket and pours a generous amount into the running water the next time he has a chance to fill the bath. He’d been hurried, didn’t want Dean to know, and grabbed the wrong sort - this one is very much for kids, pink and smells like bubblegum, but Sam can’t bring himself to care as he watches mountains of white frothy bubbles fill the tub. He gets in before the bubbles overflow, his body making the water rise almost to the rim.
The water is hot, almost painful, the light is dim, and the room fills with fragrant steam. Sam leans back in the tub, feels the water lapping at his chin, sees the bubbles towering around him and it’s the most natural thing in the world to close his eyes, slip into a half doze as the heat pulls the tension out of him for the first time in ages, knots he’d almost forgotten melting out of his muscles.
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Currently thinking of Dean and he’s just finished making a truly epic dinner for Sam (and himself, but mostly for Sam) in the real actual kitchen they have now, so he needs to find Sam and make sure he eats at least some of it. He checks the library first - 90% chance of finding Sam there - but it’s empty, so he moves on. Weapons room, because Sam sometimes goes through and catalogues a bit of it when he’s in the mood. Garage, because sometimes he finds Sam reading in the Impala, although Sam tends to go red and scramble out of the car and refuse to talk about it, not that Dean needs him to talk about it, already understands that as wonderful as the bunker is it’s not home, not really, and Sam has a harder time with that than Dean does because at least Dean got four years in a house-type home and can kind of remember what it was like.
He’s checking the showers when he smells a sort of artificial sweetness coming from behind one of the closed doors along the hall, and he doesn’t think twice before opening the door, a rush of steam enveloping him. And there, there’s Sam, sitting up abruptly in a tub that clearly was once filled with bubbles but the soap has all but melted into the waters, leaves a few floating rafts obscuring his view and Dean can’t help thinking that’s a damn shame.
A draft from the hall brushes over him, raising goosebumps in the sudden chill, and Dean sees Sam shiver as it reaches him so he steps into the room, closes the door behind him to seal in the warmth from Sam’s bath.
He’s got dinner on the table, made from scratch lasagna with actual vegetables like eggplant and spinach because it’ll make Sam happy and a crazy amount of cheese because it’ll make Dean happy, and dinner is hot and perfect now… but Sam is hot and perfect in his bath, and dinner will reheat.
“Looks like a nice tub, Sammy,” Dean says, feels himself grin and sees a shy answering smile bloom on Sam’s face. “Think there’s room for two?”
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Currently thinking of Sam and Dean, freshly washed and squeaky clean, and Sam takes one bite of his lasagna and declares it the second best thing he’s ever tasted.
Dean grumbles a bit until Sam leans over and smacks his shoulder.
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someone tell dean he can just fuck his brother and he doesn't need to go through the hoops of him and sam -> michael and lucifer -> generic angel and devil -> angel and devil girls -> angel and devil strippers -> grinding on each other (angel's hips against devil's ass) to achieve deansam sex. like genuinely.
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lowkey need alpha dean bitching rebellious alpha sam and forcing him to be his submissive omega wife…,,…,,,
Yeah I need that too, so here is a ficlet kinda like that :)
TW: contains essentially corrective rape/bitching of an alpha. (Also, not edited)
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Everybody said it was obvious that both of John Winchester's sons would turn out to be alphas.
Dean had presented quite early and even if Sam was more of a late bloomer, no one was surprised when he too turned out to be an alpha.
It might have been obvious to everybody else but not to Dean Winchester. Sam wasn't supposed to be an alpha, no way, his little brother was never supposed to be an alpha of that he was sure.
Even now, years and years later, Dean still couldn't help but disagree with whatever cosmic bullshit or whatever made his brother into an alpha.
If anybody asked Dean, Sam was meant to be a beta or maybe even an omega. He needed someone to rely on, someone to take charge even if Sam didn't like to admit it. There was a reason why he came back to Dean, why he was still following Dean now that he was fully grown.
Now was the best example for why Dean was right — unsupervised, Sam the big strong "alpha" had been coerced by tiny fucking demon. An alpha should not be able to be manipulated that easily.
And so, Dean had to be in charge again, the heavy metal door of the panic room falling shut behind him.
"Sam," Dean said when he walked closer to the table his brother was strapped too.
His brother's face turned to him, anger and defiance still in his eyes. He hadn't been down there long, probably not even sober from the blood yet but Dean didn't want to wait any longer than necessary.
There was something drastic he needed to do and he needed to do it now, none of that slow, gradual transition bullshit, no — quick and dirty was on the menu.
"You know, I'm not just angry, Sammy, I'm fucking disappointed in you," Dean said, rounding the table. He let his palms hit the metal by Sam's head, making his brother flinch.
"You're supposed to be better, you know. I thought you were better than this. Fucking a skank, that's a demon no less, trusting her. Fuck, Sam," Dean ground out, making Sam flinch again.
Dean scoffed at his reaction, Sam's defiance burning into him when he met his eyes. "Real alpha of you, Sam. Getting manipulated by that bitch."
Sam growled, eyes flashing red weakly for a second and it only made Dean angrier.
"Don't play at being an alpha now, won't be one for any longer anyway," Dean said, digging in his jacket pocket to get at the vial of drugs and syringe he had picked up earlier.
He pushed Sam's sleeve up before prepping the injection. He'd get Sam naked after the change set in and he'd be easier to move. Sam squirmed as much as he could, muffled protests as Dean kept his arm steady with a knee before finding the vein in the crook of Sam's arm.
Sam's eyes flashed red again but Dean payed it no mind — Sam had had his shot at being an alpha, Dean had let him play tough way too many times, now it was time for him to step up and make the big decisions of Sam couldn't. This was all for Sam's good after all.
It took a few minutes before sweat started to form on Sam's brow and his struggling got less, his whining more though.
Dean carefully released one limb after the other, waiting to see if there was still enough fight in Sam left to be a problem but nothing more than a weak swipe came at him when he roughly pulled Sam's jeans down his hips.
It would be faster to knot Sam on his back since he was already laying down but he didn't want to face a pissed and/or weepy Sam the whole time it would take for his knot to go down so he needed to turn Sam around, and maybe even get him on the cot in the corner.
Too many minutes later, he finally had Sam arranged how he needed him, his brother's skin already slick with sweat and trembling. Dean might've misjudged the amount of drugs he needed for Sam's bigger size but he had wanted to be sure it would work the first time.
It only meant he needed to hurry with the next steps but he was no stranger to a quick fuck.
Dean's cock had been half-hard since he had smelled the first hints of omega coming through Sam's usual "alpha" musk and only a few stroked brought him to full mast.
Sam tried to struggle a little again when Dean came closer his eyes wide and staring at where Dean was stroking his own dick.
"Calm down, Sam. You're only going to make this harder for me and you," Dean said, grabbing the lube he had set to the side before climbing on the cot behind Sam. It creaked ominously but held steady, though Dean wasn't sure if it would when he would get going in a bit.
He squirted some of the lube on his hand before parting Sam's asscheeks and smearing it across the tight hole. It was clenched up and Sam tried to move away before Dean gripped his hip tightly.
"You know as much as I do that you have not behaved like an alpha lately, Sam. Hell, we both know you were never supposed to be an alpha at all, don't we?" Dean asked and pushed one finger against the hole. Even though Sam was obviously clenching, the lube allowed Dean finger to slip in and he wanted to groan at the tightness. He knew this first time would be difficult but the lube helped and if he did it right there would be no need for lube or probably even foreplay any of the next times.
"I'm doing this for your own good, Sam. Your alpha hormones are fucking with you, Sam. The wires are crossed or something like that so all I'm doing is making it right, oaky."
Dean forced another finger inside, the muscles slowly loosening around him as he tried to pump them in and out.
Sam had stopped struggling, he was still whining but it sounded less like a complaint now. His body was getting looser and Dean knew the drugs were really kicking in now. They were changing his hormone production or some shit like that, inhibitors and some other fancy medical terms that Dean hadn't really understood — all he knew was that it would start the process of turning Sam from an alpha to an omega and all Dean had to do was knot and bite him while the drugs were still actively working to finish setting the shift in motion.
A third finger was more difficult and Dean growled at Sam's resistance. It seemed to help when Sam's hole slowly unclenched around him and Dean was finally able to fully fuck him with three fingers.
"See, Sam, you take it so well already, no way you were supposed to be an alpha," Dean said, twisting his fingers until he could brush past Sam's prostate that was still small and firm but would soon soften to allow more pleasure for the omega.
He pulled his fingers back out, slicking his cock up with the leftover lube before lining up. The first push in was still incredibly tight but it didn't matter, Dean had to do this now. His dick bottomed out in one long stroke and Dean groaned loudly, grabbing Sam's hips just a little tighter while he tired to get his bearings again.
"Need someone to take care of you, don't you, Sam? And I'm sorry I didn't do a good enough job lately," Dean said, pulling back out again. "I know it's my fault you ran to that bitch."
Dean pushed back in again, Sam's hole accepting him more easily this time. He pulled Sam's ass against him on every thrust, his brother easily moved by him now that he had stopped fighting.
"But I'm gonna fix it, Sammy. Gonna do what is right and take care of you like I should've been. Gonna take care of you like an alpha should," Dean grunted, fucking into his brother faster and a little rougher.
His rhythm was a little sloppy but his knot was already beginning to swell and he could try for endurance and finesse another time — right now he needed to get his knot inside Sam soon.
It didn't take long for his knot to catch on Sam's rim and only a few thrusts later he was locked inside, his knot swelling up. Dean rutted as much as he could as his orgasm tore through him and he let go of Sam's hips to hold onto his shoulder while he bent over and bit into his gland.
He was still spilling inside Sam, his knot throbbing, when he let go and licked over the wound. Sam was making a keening noise, one Dean could feel vibrate through him too.
"Hey, hey, it's okay, Sammy," Dean said, reaching under him to pull at his brother's dick to distract him.
Dean twisted his wrist on the upstroke, trying to get him off too. It wasn't necessary for the change to work but he might as well try and help Sam relax while he went through whatever was happening inside him.
"You'll see, Sam, it's gonna feel right to be an omega and then I'll finally be able to properly take care of you," Dean said as he continued to rut inside him, finaly able to get Sam over the edge too. Sam's moans were muffled by the gag but he loosed under Dean.
Dean's knot would take a while to go down so he turned them on their side so they could be more comfortable before he loosened the gag enough to take it off of Sam.
"Dean," Sam mumbled but it was weak and sluggish.
He nuzzled into Sam’s neck again, licking over the closing wound. Sam’s alpha scent was being drowned out by a still weak but new omega note and he hummed in satisfaction.
I am endlessly fascinated by the Sexy Hellbitch archetype of early Supernatural. textually genderless entities who's whole job is to torture/deceive the protags and Look Hot doing it. who by nature hold their bodies apart from themselves bc their bodies are not themselves they're set pieces in this Performance of over-the-top gender theater. the practiced little flourishes of ooh sexy girl shoulder touch before the mask drops and they reveal this seething core of rage and religious fanaticism. what if a girl was an evil alien who hated you. but was doing a little joke abt the james bond femme fatale archetypal romance for the benefit of no one. kind of awesome.
obsessed with s8 sam saying “a motel is not actually part of the town it’s in. it’s not part of… anywhere”. you know. sam who’s spent his whole life on the road staying in motels. sam who’s always felt like the odd one out. sam who’s never felt like he fit in anywhere. belonged anywhere. anyways
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u can’t mention sam’s soccer trophy that john kept in his storage unit without leaving in dean’s “closest you ever came to being a boy” it is impkrtant
currently thinking about dean, and that time he was time travelled back to august of 1982.
mary and john were fighting, and mary recognized dean as the handsome young man who had shown up twice in her life at pivotal moments (and somehow she always forgets about him when he leaves, how very odd) and he's so kind and gentle... until they're naked in her marital bed, and she's never experienced anything quite as intense as the way he fucks her.
'gonna put a baby in you,' he grunts, and she shouldn't let it happen but she wants so badly. she's never sure after if it was him or john that made her little sammy, and then there's a fire and death and a secret she took to the grave.
And Dean, back in his own time, getting a bit of Sam's DNA because what if it worked. And when he gets the results...
"Who's your daddy?" he says, buried balls deep in Sam.
Sammy rolls his eyes but says "you are," because Dean showed him the results earlier that day.
"Fuck yeah, I'm your daddy. I made you, baby boy," and isn't that the most delicious thing Dean's ever thought.
