It's hot here all the time, my mind is turning to summer. So! The Wednesday question this week is-
What are your summertime Sam and Dean heandcanons or ideas? Doesn't even have to be wincest specific just what do you think of with them and the season?
ughh, i love this ask! thank you for making me think about summer and the winchesters <3
i like to think of summer as this little soft, golden bubble of peace in sam and dean's minds—maybe one of the only peaceful things they ever had.
dean 100% used to take sam to get ice cream when it was too hot to do anything else, and he’d always let sam pick the flavor even if it was something weird like bubblegum or rainbow swirl. and fairs?? they were everything. dean would drag sam from booth to booth, determined to win him something—like those stupid giant stuffed animals or a plastic sword—and he’d get all cocky about it too, like “watch this, sammy,” before absolutely rigging the game just to see sam laugh.
and swimming—dean totally taught sam how to swim in some random lake or sketchy motel pool, holding him up and pretending to be a serious swim instructor while sam was flailing and yelling. and when the heat was too much and sleep just wasn’t happening, they’d sneak outside and lie on the roof of the car or in the grass, stargazing in that warm, sticky silence. just the crickets, the soft breeze, and the stars above them. it was the one time the world actually felt quiet.
they didn’t do all that stuff anymore as adults—life just got too heavy. too much end-of-the-world bullshit, too many losses. but the memories stuck. summer always brings that ache, that nostalgia. those long, lazy days where they didn’t have to worry about school or hunting or anything. just hot air, cold drinks, and that endless stretch of time while they waited for john to come back and uproot their lives again.
and okay—one of my favorite headcanons: sneaking into the motel pool at night. everything’s still and quiet except for the water lapping gently, the glow of the pool lights, and maybe a few fireflies blinking in the darkness. it’s warm but peaceful, and they’re both just there, suspended in the moment. and it’s so much—the heat, the quiet, the closeness—that they don’t even think, they just kiss. like it was inevitable. like summer itself pulled them together.
there’s just something so soft and sacred about summer for them. it’s the one thing that didn’t ask anything from them. no war, no monsters, no trauma. just them, the sun, and time that felt like it would never run out.