[according2thelore]

when they first start having sex, dean expects sam to be pretty fastidious about condom use. for one, dean taught him right: no glove no love, there’s no other way about it, sammy. for two, sam’s kind of an upstanding citizen when it comes to double knotting his laces and rinsing out the bottom of his coffee mug and keeping a comb handy. for three (third? whatever, dean’s not precious about it), they haven’t had the…exclusivity talk yet.

as soon as sammy said “i do” to buttfucking and getting buttfucked on the regular, dean dusted his hands of any other hangers-on.

so he’s quite surprised when he fumbles around for a condom one night and sam shakes his head, bangs sticking to his forehead and fumbles it out of dean’s hand.

“no,” he pants, “in me, you have to come inside me dean, please. wanna feel you leaking out for hours.”

and well. fuck. dean can’t say no to that.

when it’s his turn in a few days, he rolls away from sam’s mouth and has to try to focus through sam’s open mouthed kisses and bites to his shoulder blades as he fumbles in his nightstand for a condom.

sam makes an honest to god whine when he sees it, and laces his fingers with dean, keeping dean from opening it up.

“please, dean,” he murmurs, kissing dean with enough tongue to make dean forget his own name, “wanna come inside you, don't you wanna feel me?" and somehow dean gets distracted and the next thing he knows, sam is staring intently at dean's hole, pushing his come back in with strong, overwhelming fingers.

it becomes a routine. dean'll fumble around for a condom or pull one out of his wallet or yank open the glovebox for them and sam's big clever fingers will slide it out of dean's palm and drop it to the floor or the sheets or the asphalt.

and dean can't really find it in him to complain because he's having the best sex of his life on a daily basis. sam barely lets him go fifteen hours without bending him over or pulling him down.

one day, sam jumps on dean as soon as they light a warehouse full of vampires on fire, pushing him up against the impala and fumbling wildly for dean’s belt. when sam starts rubbing his fingers down the back of dean’s sweaty day-three boxers, dean smacks at his hands and warns “hey man i haven’t had time to clean today” because dean doesn’t care if he is fucking his brother—saying i didn’t douche is embarrassing as fuck.

sam, if anything, kisses dean harder, takes dean’s wallet out of his back pocket, palms the lube and leaves the condom as he drops dean's wallet onto the ground.

dean, who gets yelled at if he doesn't wash his hands after using the urinal, balks. until, well, he's distracted. you understand.

dean wises up one day after he hauls his creaky joints out of bed to get sam a washcloth—he’s the picture of chivalry despite his brain being drained out through his dick, thank you very much—and comes back to find sam rubbing dean’s come into the inside of his thigh like a fancy lotion.

a lightbulb. dean’s little brother might be a fan of dirty messy possessive smelly sex. huh.

dean stops trying to bring up condoms. sam starts asking dean to come on his face.

[dadfuckerfest]

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[deanwincesterinmascara]

okay well i'm saving the date for this one

pulling out two recent jd favorites

you came with a sickness by calormen

Daddy's Speeding by animalnitrates

[impalaphilia]

Pre s3 finale deansam breathplay where Sam is riding his brother with both thumbs crossed over Dean’s windpipe and his hands hovering over his arteries…Sam with his perfect timekeeping. Thirty seconds off, ten seconds on, and never enough to actually make Dean pass out. Dean’s thrusts are erratic and his eyes are blown so black there’s only the faintest ring of green. “You’re gonna kill me, little brother,” Dean breathes, hoarse and adoring and desperate as Sam rolls his hips.

Sam’s tight grin. “You like to die.”

[inter-state80]

well. anyway

[repenance]

The 3 months where Dean is 5 years older than Sam are always on my mind

[flowers-in-your-basement]

an AU where Sam goes to therapy at Stanford and when he talks to his therapist about his brother (and his father) the therapist starts praying to Freud for forgiveness cause this was clearly the guy he was talking about.

[flowers-in-your-basement]

“Never have I ever… worn women’s underwear“ says sam, cherubic in the bar-light. He drinks and Dean holds off. This is how it starts.

Four shots and two beers later, Sam’s giddy-drunk and deans getting there, tossing out “never have I ever practiced bondage (neither of them drink) Dean tosses out “never have I ever been fucked by a man” casual in how sure he is. Dean drinks.

Sam doesn’t drink.

“Really? Who? Was it that asshole in Wisconsin, Jeremy or some shit, thought you had something with him.” It’s only after this desperate weird little rant that Dean notices Sam’s face, quiet and sad. A white-hot flash of anger rushes through his head.

“I don’t want to talk about it”

“So it WAS him”

Dean thinks they’re just joking, and Sam’s face is hard to read when it’s so dark in their little cubby. But Sam’s body language is all wrong, stiff and he half-snorts, laughs to himself, leans real close and whispers. “It wasn’t him. It was lucifer”

Dean lets out this unintentional, ugly noise and sam takes it all wrong. “In the cage, of course. I wouldn’t let him- I didn’t let him do that to me he just-“

The fucking bartender walks up sheepishly and tells them they’re closing. Fuck.

Three days later, Sam still won’t talk about it.

[sonwifesoldier]

Teen Dean, completely serious and earnest, explaining to someone how it was he who seduced his father.

[sonwifesoldier]

tags by @obsessioncherry

yes to all of this!!

[dean-interrupted]

Your whole answer to that anon was delicious but what really scratched my brain is what you said about how so much of what john does is illegal because hunters are different. So much about being a hunter is just straight up committing crimes, sometimes high level felonies. And the show pretty much portrays this as for the greater good, which dean strenuously believes. Like yeah we trick people and steal their money but we need it to save other people from being killed by monsters so. Its fine. And dean had to have learned that somewhere. From a young age he's learning a very skewed sense of morality from John as hunters (who already exist on the fringes of normal society) so eventually both of them are like, well we already impersonate federal agents so we can go ransack graves and shoot monstrosities with illegal guns so what's a little incest? Ouuggh. Good soup.

exactly! okay so. i have another edit that mentions it. but basically hunters are a closed unit, a group separated from the rest of the world, where every member of the group has to rely on the others to stay alive. this is similar to a cult, or to the incestuous family. the people within the group inhabit a different reality from everyone else. "normal people" cannot understand them, so they have to rely exclusively on each other, there is a belief that there is no way to leave the group since no one outside of the group would love you and understand you. what the group knows makes it fundamentally different from the rest of the world — this knowledge can be different things: the incest secret, a religious/spiritual belief, a knowledge of violence that they believe is justified,… or the awareness that monsters exist. and within the group the rules are different. you are not part of "normal" society, so these rules don’t apply to you. your reality is different. society says violence is illegal but within a cult people will justify even the most horrible forms of torture, because they are special, the outside rules don’t apply to them

hunters are a group like that. and the winchester family specifically is another group within that group. hunters can kill, but only monsters — except when the line becomes too thin, when humans become monsters. hunters have the power and the responsibility to to decide what the "greater good" is. hunters can commit multiple kinds of fraud and carry weapons illegally. the law doesn’t apply to them. and hunters are mostly men. men who are used to violence in their everyday life and who know themselves to be different and to have the right not to obey normal rules. and usually they come into the life through a traumatic event. it’s really easy to deduce that many hunters would be somewhat creepy and predatory, feeling entitled to anything no matter if it’s legal or not (as are a lot of men even outside of these circumstances)

and for the winchesters, specifically, the place of children is very different from what it is in society. it is acceptable to leave your child alone for multiple days and have him take care of your younger child, because it’s for the greater good. it is acceptable to teach your children how to use weapons from an early age, because they need to be able to defend themselves. it’s acceptable to put your children in dangerous situations by having them accompany you on hunts, because there are people to be saved and your family has a responsibility. so you raise your children teaching them that this responsibility is theirs: save people, do anything to take care of their family, don’t complain. if they want to get out and live a normal life you blame them and make them feel guilty for wanting that when people are dying and need help. when you live a life so different from everyone else, as you put it, what’s a little incest? is it even child abuse when your children aren’t really children, it’s not like they’re normal kids anyway? can you be blamed for needing some relief, for needing to be able to rely on your kids, whatever that might mean?

and for dean’s perspective on all this.. i think dean would find it extremely obvious that incest and rape are bad. if on a hunt he meets a child who is raped by a family member he is horrified because that child does not deserve that. but it’s different from him because he doesn’t live in the same world, he doesn’t have the same responsibility. it’s almost like he has to take it so that other children don’t have to. he can’t blame his dad for needing him when his dad is doing so much for the world, saving people all the time. he’s a good guy, he’s allowed to have the one thing he wants. dean’s responsibility is to take care of his family and aside from the fact that john is his primary attachment figure and he would do anything for him, he already knows that his family is different from everybody else and abides by different rules. so child abuse would simply have to be acceptable if it happens to him. sure, he might hate it, he might not understand, he might be traumatised, but it’s how it is, it’s normal here. it’s nothing that john is doing wrong

however! even with that i think that, strangely enough, there would be a lot of guilt regarding sibling incest. for both sam and dean. sam because he believes it is one more proof that he is inherently evil, one more thing stopping him from being normal, what kind of abomination would want his own brother? and dean because sam is his responsibility in a very different way that john is. taking care of sam doesn’t mean the same thing as taking care of john. that’s his kid and he saw him grow up and he was forced to be a motherfatherbrother, to be and do everything for sam. the guilt for wanting him, for wanting something he doesn’t deserve, for wanting sam for himself when sam deserves to have a different life, would be terrible. dean would very much have a logic that would confuse everyone else but that would make total sense for him: if my father has sex with me starting from my childhood, it’s okay and normal because that’s what he needs and that’s what i am meant to do, it’s my role within the family, but if i want to have consensual sex with my adult younger brother who also wants me, it’s not okay and i am to blame. father/underage son is not rape if it’s me and my father because it’s just how it is, but consensual sex between adult brothers would still be rape because my brother is my responsibility. which would probably infuriate sam but i do think that it’s something that dean would genuinely convince himself of. because the problem wouldn’t just be the general incest taboo and normal societal rules: sibling incest between sam and dean is still unacceptable within the ingroup that is the winchesters family. it’s not what they’re supposed to do. though of course with time the fact that they already lead such a different life and that basically their entire existence is illegal would likely help make sense of some of it.

(also edit to say that like. i do think the casual violence and power that come with being a hunter + the knowledge of the supernatural is what makes it cult-like. poor people needing to steal money and food and all that is unfortunately just them doing their best to survive and is not necessarily uncommon)

[queer-as-in]

something about Sam and Dean dry humping fully clothed. going through every motion of fucking but it's not fucking. they're not crossing the line and it's not wrong because Dean's dick can't actually go in no matter how the head catches at the edge of Sam's little asshole and makes him beg DeanDeanDean with tears rolling down his cheeks

[impalaphilia]

@queer-as-in opened up my dog bones wip again 🥹

[urdadsjailbait]

“daddy didn’t love you enough, did he?” while he’s deep in it

[urdadsjailbait]

wrote this with the intention the dad was NOT the one ‘deep in it’ but. what the hell, sure.

[erotically-co-dependent]

perv Dean, who has been fucking his little brother for years, who doesn’t even realize he’s developed a kink for crying until he’s fucking some random girl, her hair wrapped in his fist while she’s bent over his motel bed, and he’s hard of course, cause she’s smokin’ hot, but he just can’t cum, can’t get fully there

and after fucking into her harder and harder Dean gets frustrated and yanks her hair a bit too roughly— and then she whimpers, cries out, makes this choked off sound, and that’s what does it for him.

and at the same moment it hits him that she sounded like his little brother— for a second that whimper sounded like him crying.

fucking sammy.

[deanjohn-revival]

Boys will go to school and hold hands with their girlfriends and hang out with their friends and practice shooting cans on a fence and run laps and lift and tell their little brothers that everything is fine and then at night they’ll close their eyes and wait for their dad to come into their room and bite the pillow and hold the sheets and cum and cry and cry and cry

[mcdonaldsspritewaterboard]

The idea of lucifer being so cold he burns <3 has changed the trajectory of my head cannons.

Sam having episodes where he feels extremely cold. And it's excruciating. No matter what he does he can't get warm and he starts having night terrors/panic attacks and dean just doesn't know what to do. He tries everything. But it doesn't ease. And every episode takes it out of him.

Sam knows where it's cold most. Where it burns most. But he just can't bring himself to say it or ask it of Dean. So he starts sneaking out. Dean thinks he's upto some demon shenanigans again and busts into a motel room when he hears Sam crying out and it's just him getting dp'd and he's high off codeine crying his dewy sensitive eyes out.

Dean doing everything he can to stop Sam from going out and hooking up with random guys because it's dangerous. And Sam being too ashamed Dean caught him that way to even try it. Plus it isn't easy moving around when the chills already grabbed him. When Lucifer has him. All he can do is curl in a ball crying and screaming.

He's sweating. He's close to delirious. And he looks at dean, with more plead and sincerity than he's ever seen.

"Rape me. ...Or kill me."

And it finally clicks for Dean. Exactly where Sam's most cold. And why. But- but- but-

Dean is in the astral plane level of dissociation and shock until Sam goes quiet because he's passed out.

Sam can't get out of bed the next day. He's too exhausted. He hasnt slept in weeks. He's had no real rest and his mind and body are breaking down making the episodes worse.

Dean gets into bed with Sam that night, after nursing him all day, making sure he drinks enough because he's sweating it out under the heated blanket that's barely turned off. He's stroking his wet hair bulge pressing against him and asks Sam if he just needs something warm inside. His dicks hard. Not because he's turned on. He couldn't be further from it. He took a viagra ahead of time. He figured Sam wouldn't fully remember him asking if he said no anyway. Dean doesn't want to do this. He absolutely has to. Or someone else will.

Sam's crying and nodding in the fetal position, tugging his own boxers down. Dean starts opening up a condom. Sam just grabs him shaking his head. Deans hesitant... but he can't bare to see Sam like this. It was worth the risk to ease his pain. Especially because he didn't catch on till this late. He feels shame. He feels inadequate Sam didn't feel like he could tell him. But Dean was the same. He never told Sam, not fully, all the ways he was raped in hell.

As soon as Dean fills him. Sam's whimpering with relief. It's fucking bliss. His violent shivers simmer down to pleasured trembling. Dean knows. He feels it. And Sam falls asleep in less than a minute with Dean cock warming him. He sleeps so sweet and soundly for the first time in so long...

Each and every night. Deans conditioned. And as Sam regains his energy to stay awake. He starts to fidget. He likes the feeling. The stir it causes. The heat it generates. He wants it. He needs it. And Deans begging him not to reducing Sam to tears. He isn't doing it on purpose. He doesn't want to do this to Dean. He doesn't want to rape him. But- but- but-

Sam getting ontop. He's apologizing, bargaining, pleading, trying to comfort him all the while he's grinding his hips. He's covering his face in shame, cupping his dick, tears and precum dripping through.

That's when it changes for Dean. Sammy's the depiction of a weeping, tortured, sinful angel. And Deans his grace. It's the first time Dean cums. And Sam's complete. Its heaven. He melts ontop of Dean. Tears and cum spilling onto the bed as their bodies press together. He wraps his arms around Dean and turns to fucking mush. He's out of it in a whole new way. He's half a kid again holding onto his brother for comfort after he saw one of the monsters under his bed scaring the wits out of him. Or to ease the coldness he feels from his fathers treatment and absence. Dean is safety. Security. Love. Warmth. Grace.

Deans stroking his hair, whispering comfort in his ear with obscenities mixed in. His dicks throbbing, its so sensitive. And he loves it. He's melting into Sam too. All the guilt and shame of what they're doing and the feelings he has just... melt away. It's so hot. They're so sweaty. It's raw and so fucking wet.

Deans slamming sam from the back. He loves sam's back. How big and strong he grew upto be despite being such an awkward gangly kid. But no matter how big and strong. He'll always be Deans little Sammy. His baby brother. His crybaby. And it's Deans job to comfort him. It's liberating. As liberating as crawling out of hell and earth to breath fresh air again.

[sammycoded]

Dean rapes Sam in the panic room, even as Sam begs, pleads, and screams at him to stop, not to do it, that it hurts. Dean just shoves him onto the bed without listening, pulls down his pants, and penetrates him with no preparation whatsoever, and Sam just winces, holding back tears, because he knows he deserves it for making Dean angry and disappointing him. And even though he wishes his brother would be gentler, Sam just lies there on the bed, taking it all, because he's a monster and a addict.

Meanwhile, Dean is upstairs with Bobby, having a beer, wondering why his little brother was screaming, "Dean! Stop, please! It hurts!"

[holdmesamthatwasbeautiful]

Jack is too young for the sentence: “I want you to fuck me.”

He says it anyway. He says it, and looks at Dean with a childish kind of resolve that would make the dicks of better men than Dean hard.

Jack is pretty in a way that makes Dean happy they’re living underground. He’s got honey blonde hair and a pink mouth and his desperation to please begs to be taken advantage of – Dean knows exactly what men up there would do to a pretty thing like Jack.

Dean knows he was pretty too, once.

He remembers how truckers and John’s friends used to look at him, a couple of drinks in. The wet and putrid lust in the gazes hidden under bloodstained caps, the large hands at the back of his neck: Won’t you let your boy join us for a drink, John?  

Dean used to be pretty like girls wanted to be: pink in all the right places and with eyes clear because they hadn’t seen shit.

Dean smirks bitterly into his whiskey. He isn’t pretty, not anymore.

The eyes that glare back at him in the mirror these days are a deep green shade of mean. He looks like John had, before he died. Tired, pinched.

Like someone death had tried and failed to put in the ground.

Jack is pretty like Dean used to be. Dean wonders if everything’s come full circle when he allows his gaze to lick Jack from head to toe.

Dean is whiskey careless and hungry for Jack’s pink and pretty everything.

“You have no clue what you’re asking for, kid.”

Jack shifts his weight from one foot to the other. He’s Lucifer’s son, and he’s begging for Dean Winchester to fuck him.

It’s exquisite.

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[wincestical]

OKAY SO because you did a john/Dean fic do u think sammy would be pretending to be asleep but really he's hearing everything and he's secretly jealous because he's always wanted the same attention from his dad that Dean gets

oh YES god +++++ the jealousy would eat sam alive in the hottest way ifykykkkk…

like imagine sam lying there in the dark, pretending his breathing’s even while every muscle in his body is locked tight, pretending he’s out cold so dean and john don’t stop. he can hear it all…

the soft creak of the mattress, dean’s muffled little whimpers against john’s hand, the wet, filthy sound of dean riding slow and deep like he’s savoring every inch… sam’s cock jst throbs painfully hard in his boxers just from the rhythm alone, from the way dean’s thighs slap softly against john’s hips, from john’s low, rough praise,,

“that’s it, boy… take daddy nice and slow… good little soldier.”

sam’s nails dig into his palms to keep from touching himself right then, because fuck—he’s so jealous it hurts.

dean gets this. dean gets to be the one who fixes dad, the one who opens up and takes it and gets called good boy in that gravel voice that makes sam’s stomach twist. he wants to shove dean off, wants to climb on himself, wants john to look at him like that, grip his hips like that, fill him up and tell him he’s the one who’s perfect for it. but the jealousy only makes it hotter…makes him leak more, makes his hips twitch under the sheet without meaning to. he’s furious and aching and so turned on he can barely think, picturing himself in dean’s place, picturing dean waking up to watch him ride, to see sam take it just as good (even better, maybe—), to make dean jealous right back. sam comes untouched just like that 🥰🥰