Sam Winchester Apologist

but one night dean got so sick of it. sam felt paralyzed when he heard his big brother whisper in his ear “do you need help with that? i’ll do yours if you do mine”, softly enough so their dad that was sleeping on the other bed wouldn’t hear anything, while slowly lowering his own underwear revealing his semi-hard dick and grabbing sammy’s hand guiding it onto it.

AND people still doubt the theme of this show..

hating someone for wanting to go to college and live their own life, instead of the unsafe and dangerous life their parent and sibling want them to live is not okay

hating someone for escaping an abusive household is not okay

hating someone for not trying to contact their family, after said family disowned them for going to college, is not okay

hating someone for having an addiction is not okay

hating someone for keeping something about themself a secret (especially if the person they’re keeping it secret from has previously shown how judgmental they are towards the things they’re hiding) is not okay

hating someone for trusting the wrong person, even tho that person went to extraordinary lengths to gain their trust, is not okay

hating someone for not blindly following their sibling’s every command is not okay

hating someone for unknowingly participating in causing something awful to happen, even tho they thought they were actually stopping the awful thing from happening, (especially when they willingly sacrificed themself and spend several lifetimes suffering in order to fix their mistake) is not okay

hating someone because they respected a mutual agreement and because they tried to move on with their life after losing someone is not okay

hating someone for trying to set boundaries after a person they trusted violated their bodily autonomy and for telling said person that they wouldn’t do the same thing to them is not okay

hating someone for expressing basic human emotions in a way that harms no-one is not okay

hating someone for standing up for themself is not okay

meanwhile 99% of the shit for which dean gets a pass, when applied to real life situations, would horrify any semi decent human being

telling your sibling that they deserved to be abused because they were out of line (in which being out of line actually means “you wanted to live your own life”) is not okay

vilifying someone for something they can’t change about themself is not okay

acting judgmental towards an aspect of someone’s life and then getting mad at them for keeping secrets regarding that same aspect is not okay

using someone’s faith to manipulate them into doing what you want is not okay

getting mad at someone for saving people’s lives, because you don’t like the method they’re using, is not okay

forcing someone into a torture-detox that almost kills them, then stalking them, calling them names, forcing them to choose between blindly following your every command and saving the world and then reducing the whole thing to “you chose someone else over me” is not okay

blaming someone for something you both unknowingly had a hand in, without taking responsibility for your own contribution, is not okay

deliberately hurting someone because their happy memories don’t include you is not okay

erasing someone’s memory without their consent is not okay

making someone’s mental illness all about yourself is not okay

blaming someone because another person cut their arm off (idk, this is the closest real life analogy to the soulless situation I can think of) is not okay

getting mad at someone for honouring a mutual agreement, berating them for leaving a job (a job you yourself had previously left) and going as far as shaming them for doing something as normal as shopping for produce instead of working is not okay

forcing someone to stay in a job they’re unhappy with is not okay

making someone think the person they love is in danger (especially if that someone already has a history of people they care about dying) is not okay

violating someone’s bodily autonomy and tricking them into allowing a foreign being inside their body without their consent, gaslighting them about it for months, making disgusting jokes about said violation, refusing to see the violated person’s point when they’re rightfully upset and not acknowledging that what you did was wrong, even after you went through the same experience, is not okay

telling someone that the upside of them being alive is that you need a sidekick is not okay

telling someone you wish they were dead is not okay

killing an innocent kid because of who their family is is not okay

literally trying to kill your sibling, repeatedly, is not okay (and I can’t believe I actually have to write this because the extents to which people will go to defend dean’s every action is /that/ ridiculous)

having a consistent pattern of doing things that you previously berated other people for doing is not okay

being misogynist, homophobic, ableist and racist because ~that’s just the way you were raised~ is not okay

trying to kill a child, telling said child that you will kill them and emotionally and verbally abusing them to the point of pushing them to self harm, because circumstances regarding their birth led to the death of people you care about and because their biological father is evil (two things they absolutely have no control over) is not okay

threatening a teenage girl with a gun because she doesn’t want to help you is not okay

acting entitled to know every detail about someone else’s life and getting mad at them for keeping secrets about themselves, all while you’re constantly keeping secrets, even about other people, is not okay

Sammy had always been overly clingy with his big brother. Despite being too old for tantrums, he nearly threw a fit anytime Dean left him alone for more than an hour. Sulking and pouting once he returned. Milking the hell out of those big brown puppy-eyes he knew his brother could never say no to.

One of Sammy’s favorite things to do was climb into his lap. Perch on one of Dean’s strong thighs while he read or watched tv, sometimes just to be close. To feel the warmth and sturdiness of Dean’s embrace. He’d bury his face in the crook of his big brother’s neck and sigh: content in knowing only Dean could make him feel like this. Soft, happy, safe and at peace.

He’d shower with Dean more often than not. Giggling innocently at his soft, gummy dick when Dean wasn’t paying attention. Only to turn around and huff anytime Dean teased him about his, complaining it wasn’t fair. De was older! He’d soon drop it though, because Dean would massage shampoo into his hair or begin gently scrubbing him clean. Using whatever scented soaps Sammy begged for this time.

Sam loved to wear his clothes. Even though 99% of his wardrobe consisted of Dean’s hand-me-downs, it was different when he wore his current clothes. Dean’s shirts and hoodies would be perfectly too big. His sweatpants like blankets around Sammy’s skinny legs. Warm and comfy and covered in his brother’s scent. He relished in how affectionate Dean got whenever he found his baby brother in his clothes. Like a little kitten purring because it was being nuzzled.

He loathed when someone else gave Dean attention. It was no secret his big brother was handsome, but he wasn’t just handsome. He was dreamy like the old movie stars they’d seen in the occasional late-night noir film on some forgotten tv channel. Most importantly? Dean was his. He’d shamelessly interrupt whatever interaction Dean was having, whether it be with a girl or another boy. He’d tug on his sleeve, sprawl on his lap, or hang off of him like a pouting lemur. Whining and huffing until he gave Sammy his undivided attention.

He just couldn’t help it. De was his! Nobody could love him or know him how Sammy did. The same way nobody else loved or knew Sam the way Dean did. Regardless of how annoyed or irritated he got because of it, Dean never pushed him away. That was always the victory Sam flaunted to whatever stranger that thought they could have his brother. See? De’s only mine.

Every night, he snuggled right up next to Dean. Buried under whatever motel blankets they shared this go around. Sammy would laugh quietly in the dark, a soft little tinkling sound, at Dean’s murmured jokes or soft tickles. They’d whisper so closely their noses touched. Talking about anything and everything. Savoring the quiet moments when the whole world was asleep, except for them.

Dean always cuddled him closely. His strong arms around Sammy like he couldn’t tolerate any space between them. He loved it, burrowing into his big brother’s hold like it was the only place he belonged. Specifically when Dean held his back to his chest and spooned his smaller body. Sam would tuck their bent legs together and hold onto one of Dean’s arms while they slept.

It didn’t matter to Sam when they both got a little bit older and they didn’t have the safety of being young boys anymore. He ignored every weak, feigned protest from Dean.

Sammy was Dean’s.

And if you ask me to, Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird I'ma give you the world I'ma buy a diamond ring for you, I'ma sing for you I'll do anything for you to see you smile