Jim

Rocket Queen, The Ritz, 1988

What's funny is that I remember the day when the Castiel confession happened so clearly. I remember every single person on Tumblr losing their mind about it. Then I remember watching the confession and thinking, "Huh, maybe I'm missing something. Out of context, this doesn't feel like a romantic confession at all."

Fast forward a few years, and I bump into Supernatural again in, of all places, an inpatient psychiatric facility. I had a really terrifying episode brought on due to my C-PTSD, and I really didn't think I was going to live through it. I had made it through a lot up to that point, but man, I experienced the worst kind of fight or flight for three months straight, and barely ate or slept or anything.

Crazy stuff.

The facility was in a small but diverse city, so there were people of all ages, races, genders, etc. A few days into my stay there, someone stopped the television in the rec room on an episode of Supernatural. The craziest thing happened. Patients, nurses, doctors, kitchen staff, and custodians all crowded into the rec room to watch the adventures of Sam and Dean. An old black dude who was severely depressed was suddenly laughing and cheering on 'his man, Dean Winchester'. A kid just barely over 18 who hadn't spoken a word since they came in was crying happily over Sammy.

I had never seen something bring so many people together. It was quite a sight. I decided then and there that if I survived the whole ordeal, I'd watch Supernatural. Primarily because it was an episode with Crowley, and I fell in love at first sight.

After finding the right meds and making it through partial hospitalization, I started Supernatural. Watched all 15 seasons while I was still out on FMLA leave.

And, I'll be so honest, guys. I was waiting and waiting for Castiel to show up because of all the talk on Tumblr about 'Destiel'.

Now, a little backstory, I've been a shipper since elementary school. I've been in just about every fandom and I've shipped rare ships, main ships, yada yada. I've written over 2 million words of fanfic across multiple fandoms.

And I just kept waiting for Destiel to happen. I'm honestly confused to this date. For the longest time, looking at it objectively, it honestly felt like Sam and Castiel had more tension than Dean and Castiel.

But, above all that, I really couldn't deny that Sam and Dean had all the chemistry in the world. And I've never even glanced at incest anything before. Hell, I'm a victim of it myself, so it's really not in my wheelhouse.

But, man, wincest hits crazy different. I've actually never seen a more incredible love story in my life. The ups and downs, the self-sacrifice, the outright devotion. And all the bad stuff, too.

It felt, to me, that Supernatural was written as a love story about these two guys and they added in the brother thing after the fact. Like the only way to get a love story this complex on screens was for there to be NO WAY that it could be construed as such, due to their relation on top of their genders.

I know there's plenty of people out there that love what they love and hate what they hate. All in all, it's fiction, and none of this really matters.

But I would like to correct you regarding the "confession".

Every single person on Tumblr WASN'T losing their minds over it. Most of us were laughing at those who WERE losing their minds over Dean just staring at Cass as he confessed he "loved" him but didn't say that he "was in love with" Dean.

WE understood the difference, but THEY didn't.

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Dean has his gun in his hand faster then Sam thought possible, if you leave me Sammy you’ll be dead before you hit the road, then I’ll be dead before the cops get here

Sam sees the how his gun is trained only on him and unmoving. How sure he is that he’d kill Sammy for stepping out, wanting something for himself. Leaving Dean behind, That just wasn’t acceptable.

It’s slightly baseless, just the types of girls Dean’s been taking home lately. Well, home being the motel they’ve rented for a few nights before they start the drive back to the bunker. As they’ve crossed paths with him each morning, Sam’s noticed a theme. They all look up at Dean with stars in their eyes- maybe a little more than usual- always slender girls with bouncy postures and short dresses, leaning up to whisper something in his ear, kiss his cheek, and scamper away. Dean’ll notice Sam watching and develop such a guilty-looking expression that it catches Sam off-guard- not used to his big brother having much shame.

It’s got to be what they’re saying. Whatever they’re whispering in Dean’s ear…

So Sam tries a couple. Just to see what causes that kind of reaction. When he calls Dean a ‘tough guy’ in the parking lot later, Dean bares his teeth in a snarl. When Sam calls him ‘big boy’ Dean raises an eyebrow and looks him up and down as if to say, ‘coming from you?’ When he calls Dean ‘Sir’ as they head to a diner for lunch, he can tell he’s on thin ice- Dean’s lips purse and he turns away. He tries calling him ‘handsome’ to see if Dean’s just that compliment-deprived, but Dean just smacks him upside the head.

They’re waiting for their food when Sam finally cracks it. “Can I try some of your drink, Daddy?” He asks, and the straw Dean was fiddling with crumples in his hand.

“That’s it?” Sam scoffs, rolling his eyes. “That’s what those girls have been calling you?” He shakes his head. “I was planning on trying ‘good boy’ next, but I guess I’ve found my answer.”

Dean’s glaring at him like he could burn a hole. “…Sam,” he grits out, “first and final warning.” But Sam’s not listening.

“Daddy,” Sam mock-pouts, “please don’t be mad at me- I don’t want to get punished…”

“Sammy...” Dean growls, the rage ebbing off him in waves. Sam’s laughing, even as Dean stands from his seat, grabs him roughly by the arm and wrangles him out of the booth.

“H-hey, Dean, what the hell-“ Sam laughs, tripping on his own feet as Dean marches him over to the bathrooms. He shoves him hard through the door, Sam stumbling for balance, and clicks the lock shut behind them.

“Fuck you, man, seriously, fuck you-“ Dean’s muttering, his hands pressed over his face as Sam grins. “Listen, man, I’m just having a laugh, it-“

The remaining words are slammed out of him as, all of a sudden, Dean shoves Sam up against a tiled wall, crowds him in until their bodies are flush, and kisses him directly on the lips.

The force of it causes a crunch sound to come from their noses and their teeth clack hard, but nothing’s stopping Dean, as he lets out a deep, shuddering moan, slipping his wet tongue fully into Sam’s mouth. Sam’s wide-eyed against him, swatting at Dean’s chest ineffectively. He’s rock hard against his hip. What the hell?!

“Dean, what the fuck-“ Sam’s panting, craning his neck back to speak. The elder takes this as a chance to lick across his upper lip. His hand rises to twine in Sam’s hair- directing him down again.

“Not my name.” Dean groans, before shutting Sam up with another fierce kiss.

Sam's riding him, a very familiar position for the two of them. But it's too fast, too hard. Sammy was never so..rough. And there's something in his eyes that wasn't present the year before. Dean doesn't even notice his cock is deflating until this thing ontop of him groans in frustration. "Is there a problem? Gettin' too old to keep up?"