love me some wincest.

« It’s a bad idea » Sam sighs

« Don’t talk, you’re gonna ruin it » Dean complains, holding his brother’s face in place.

He tries to sounds like he knows what he is doing, even though he has no idea if he’s doing it right. He asked a girl at the store to show him how to do it and it looked pretty easy, but watching someone do it and actually doing it are two different things.

But he won’t stop. This is important for Sam, and for him, too. It’s been two months since Sam confessed that he loved « girly things », as Dean called them, and Dean had made his priorities to show as much support towards him as possible.

He wasn’t too sure about it at first. He was scared of his own reaction, of saying something that could hurt Sam. But then he saw Sam in a dress for the first time, and all his doubts just went away.

It’s not so much about how he looks. Sure, Sam is dead glorious, but he always is, with or without a dress. But the smile on his face, the way his eyes shined with happiness, joy and proudness made Dean’s heart burst with love.

« Here you go » He says, looking at his work.

Beautiful. Glorious. There’s not enough words to describe how pretty Sam looks right now, and Dean can’t help but trace Sam’s lips with his fingers, careful as not to ruin it.

« It’s so pretty Dean! » Sam says happily, looking at himself in the mirror Dean is holding.

« It’s all thanks to the model » He says, winking at him

There’s a deep, red blush spreading on Sam’s cheeks, and Dean can’t hold his own smile. Fuck, his brother is adorable.

« You know, it tastes pretty good, too » Sam says, his voice dropping a little

« It does? »

« Yeah. Wanna taste it? »

Dean licks his own lips, his fingers tracing Sam’s jaw before pulling him closer until he can press his lips against his.

Tonight, Dad’s fallen asleep early, snoring quietly in the bed next to them. Dean’s got his eyes closed, but he’s not sleeping yet; he knows that Sam is still awake, because Sam’s lips are pressed to his skin as his brother mumbles little compliments and promises.

“Love you.”

And Dean can’t fault him for that. Not with the little fingers curled tight in his shirt, or the way Sam’s arms and legs always tangle around him, like the limbs of an especially tactile octopus. The kisses have been a part of this since Sam was small, but they’ve taken on a new meaning in recent years; one that used to make Dean feel guilty. Now, he just lets himself enjoy it, smiling faintly as Sam’s lips make their way upwards, towards the hinge of his jaw.

“Love you a lot,” Sam mumbles this time, and Dean hums quietly in response. Sam doesn’t usually need much feedback, content with Dean’s hand firm on his back and the warmth of his very presence. “Forever n’ ever.”

When he travels up higher, hesitating only a short moment before pressing a kiss to the corner of Dean’s mouth, Dean’s smile grows. Yeah. This part, he’s definitely grown to like.

“Love you, too,” he whispers back, and he’s rewarded with a proper kiss, chaste and lingering. Only when Sam pulls away does Dean speak again. “Time to sleep, kiddo?”

Sam yawns on cue and snuggles closer. He gets his head tucked up under Dean’s chin and falls quiet, always quick to drift off once he puts himself down. One of a million endearing qualities.

Dean keeps his arms tight around his brother and thinks about the little tingles left over from Sam’s lips. This, he thinks, is the absolute opposite of an annoyance.

J2 + 😍 + touch at JIB9

Sam wakes up at 4 am, the cold of the room taking him out of his sleep. He frowns when he realizes he’s alone in the room, his brother’ s bed left empty.

Slowly, he puts the cover around him, Dean’s too big sweatshirt not being enough to keep the warmness. He can hear the television in the living room and he walks forward it without second thought.

“Dean? Why are you up?” He asks, his voice still sleepy

“I was waiting for dad” Dean says, not meeting Sam’s eyes.

Sam feels a knot forming in his stomach he knows too well. Their dad isn’t coming back, once again.

“Go back to sleep?” He asks softly

“Not tired”

Sam sights, both at Dean attitude and at his dad behavior. Dean is 16 but sometimes, he acts like he’s 10. He moves forward the sofa and slides on it, right in Dean’s arms, ignoring the way Dean frowns.

“I’m cold” It’s an excuse and they both know it but they don’t say anything.

They’ve been doing that more and more lately, sharing kisses and letting their hands touch discreetly when they’re walking.

“I’m here, you know?” Sam whispers “I will never leave you”

Dean holds him closer, dropping a kiss on his mouth before moving to his nose. Maybe it’s stupid, but he needs to say it to Dean, needs to know that his brother knows that he loves him, no matter what.

“You smell good” Dean says, breathing Sam’s hair as deep as he can

“You’re weird” Sam laughs, but Dean can feel him doing the same thing, his pretty face against his torso.

It’s their third weeks in this school, and unlike the others time, they presented as boyfriends instead of brothers.

Dean is afraid someone will find out and they will wake up one day with the cops at their door, or worse, with their dad. But he can’t deny that it’s amazing to be able to cuddle Sam whenever he wants, to kiss him and hold his hand.

Not to mention how fast his heart beats every time Sam introduces him as his boyfriend, or how Sam smiles so widely when he calls him baby, sweetheart, and every others names he can find, and yeah, maybe he likes it too, when Sam becomes red from head to toes when he squeezes his ass discreetly or rest his hand a little to high on his thigh.

“Alright, lets go to class” Dean finally says, putting Sam away from him. “We can cuddle more tonight, you girl” He shoves him away, but Sam is already back in his arms

“You know you like it too”

“Yeah, I do” He kisses the top of his head, smiling softly “But don’t tell anyone”

As if this isn’t the best thing in the entire universe. All I can picture in my head is the conversation between Sam & Dean before it happens.

“If this is wrong I don’t wanna be right”

Then BAMMMMM!

A few examples of Wincest being textually included in the show (and this is just what I can post without running out of space)

Edit: I wanna point out that this is specifically just to talk about text thrown in by the writers. Love love! <3.

The ‘let’s be real, Sam was coming onto Dean’ scene from Playthings, not textual, but it needs to be here.

Dean: What the hell was that?

Sam: Affection.

Dean: Disgusting.

Sam:

Dean:

Each time, Dean expects it to feel wrong. 

Each time Sammy’s little thighs wrap around his, he wonders if maybe this time he’ll feel guilty for taking advantage.

But how can he feel guilty when it’s Sam who started it, Sam who initiates every time? 

Sam ambushes him today while he’s cleaning the guns, comes up next to him in a tiny pink skirt and tshirt and stretches up on his toes to wrap his arms around Dean’s neck, kissing his cheek as he uses his grip to pull himself up and twine lithe legs around one of Dean’s.

Sam sighs against his cheek and moans as Dean pulls him closer, rubbing his little brother’s dick against his hip. Sam’s little noises are like the sweetest music in Dean’s ear. He’s probably wearing panties under the skirt and the thought makes Dean bite his lip and slide one hand up Sam’s smooth thigh to find out.

One day, maybe, touching his little brother will feel wrong, but until that day, Dean can’t think of any reason to deny his baby boy anything. And if he wants Dean, well. At least it’s something Dean can give.