Sam collapses on the ground. There's a bench nearby, and Dean gives him an odd look, but he prefers it this way – the grit underneath his body, the feel of dirt and the odd blade of grass pressing into his sweaty palms. And he's sweaty, alright; it's a good day for minigolf, if you like your skin peeling off your body.
Sam raises his gaze up to the sky, pressing his hand above his eyes for shade; there aren't any birds taking flight, but he can hear them around the course. A little further away, a teenage boy is laughing loudly with a tall blonde girl – probably a family member, given the lack of flirtation in their interactions, or a good friend.
Dean blocks his view to the sky.
”You gonna play or what?” he asks him, brow lifted.
”Give me a second.”
”Hm.”
To Sam's surprise, Dean flops down on the ground with him and offers him a bottle of water still cold enough to make the bottle wet to touch. Sam grabs it and drinks a long gulp before handing it to Dean, who does the same without hesitation; Sam watches his Adam's apple bob and his lips suck greedily at the bottle for a moment, and once he's done, less than half of the bottle's contents remain. Dean gives him a look and grins.
”You're gonna lose, you know?”
”Hardly.”
”Well, you should prove me wrong, then, lazy.”
Sam rolls his eyes and gets up from the ground. His hand brushes through his brother's hair in a familial way, hoping to throw him off his game, before he settles beside the course again.
”I'll get it in the hole on this strike. Ready?” he asks Dean, eyes sharp on the ball, calculating its way through the curves of the course ahead.
And he does.
Dean loses. He pretends to sulk on the way to the diner, but pays up the prize just the same: Sam makes his brother buy him a meal salad with seared chicken, a bottle of vitaminated water, and a slice of pie. The look on Dean's face when he watches the pie move onto Sam's tray makes it all worth it.
He brings his things over to the table and Dean follows soon with a cup of coffee and the meal that he's afforded for himself with whatever little money remained over from the budget. All the while eating his basic burger – the double bacon, double cheese one just exceeded the amount they had left for their food today, thanks to Sam's expensive salad choice – he's watching the ice cream melting on top of the freshly baked slice of pie, and Sam's watching him in turn barely suppressing the grin crawling onto his lips. He takes his time eating his salad, but not quite long enough for all the ice cream to be gone, and then stretches back and lets out a long, pleased, teasing sigh, his eyes still on Dean.
”I don't think I can make it,” he says in a fake-pained voice, ”It's just too much food.”
Dean's face lights up. He looks up, his plate long empty by then, and his expression is both hopeful and distraught at once. Sam enjoys it for a good long moment before pushing the pie to the middle of the table.
”Can you finish it up for me? I don't want to waste it.”
The plate is gone before Sam's finished his sentence, but the sheer joy on his brother's face is everything Sam really wants for his prize today.
hey i been looking for like where demon dean finally has the courage to be sam and sam can't help but just to go with it .. hopefully this made sense , can help find anything at least close to this ? thanks you
I’m sorry, I haven’t read (or written!) anything with demon!Dean. :< Signal boosting this into the tag in case someone else knows what to recommend!
You could also give me some more detail on what you’re looking for (plot, rating, tropes, anything like this) and I could try write you something based on it when I have time!
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Sam's instincts woke him up like a jolt of electricity rushing through his spine. He stayed still, although his breathing had already turned shallow and his body was tense, and he couldn't tell for certain if the intruder had spotted the shift yet. Quietly and without opening his eyes completely, he tried to peer into the darkness to find his enemy, while his hand moved ever so slowly towards the gun hidden underneath the mattress with its handle poking out just enough to ensure he could grab it quickly. Then, the intruder chuckled - and Sam recognised his voice.
"It won't work anymore, Sammy," Dean's voice told him quietly.
His hand went limp on the mattress, and after holding in his breath for a moment, Sam sat up in the bed. He slid his legs down from the bed and tried the hard floor underneath them although it seemed to be swaying and dared to stand up, but he hesitated before moving further. There was something off about Dean - something was wrong. He'd feared as much: Dean had been gone for a week without a trace, and Sam had spent that whole time trying to track him down to no avail. And now that he was there... he didn't seem like the brother Sam had known his whole life.
"Dean?" he called out, his voice breathless and as tense as his body was.
Dean nodded.
"Yeah," he said, still with that soft tone that seemed to echo with regret, "It's me."
"Where have you - what happened?" Sam asked, stepping to the side to turn on the light.
Before he could reach it - really, in barely a blink of an eye - Dean was there, his hand on Sam's, stopping him from touching the light switch. Sam's hand retreated slowly, and he could smell Dean now, but it wasn't the same comforting scent he was used to anymore. It was... like Dean had stayed in a basement for an extended amount of time, long enough for the damp, cold smell to stick to his clothes. And there was an undertone to that smell; a bitter, coppery smell. It made Sam shudder even as Dean's cold fingers lifted from his arm.
"I need you to do me a favour," Dean spoke, ignoring Sam's question, and the regret in his tone leaked over to the side of despair only ever so slightly, but Sam caught up on it immediately.
"Dean -"
"Sam," Dean cut him off before he could speak, "I need you to end me."
Sam swallowed. He fell back towards the bed and sat down there, and before him, Dean knelt down to remain at his level or a little below it, submissive and pleading.
"I got caught, see," he continued, another joyless chuckle escaping him before a sigh did, "Rookie mistake, didn't check my corners. I got dragged into the nest. Got bitten. Got infected."
"With what?"
"You know with what, Sam. They made me drink - there's no way back. I can barely hold it together; just being here, being around you, I can smell your blood, Sam. I can hear your heartbeat. There's no way to explain this and there's - there's nothing else you can do to help me. So - do me a favour, baby brother, alright? Do what a hunter should do."
Sam could barely breathe. He was suddenly feeling lightheaded and his world was swaying worse than before, and his heart was racing, and he was all too aware of Dean knowing it. He wanted to argue, or deny everything that Dean was telling him, but he couldn't; he could smell it, he could hear it in Dean's voice, and inside, he just knew it to be true. But how? They hadn't been hunting vampires. They hadn't been hunting, period. This was just a stop on the way south. That was all this had been. How had this happened?
"Dean, there's - there's got to be another way."
Dean snarled. He stood up again, paced a couple steps to gather himself.
"What way, Sam? There's only one cure, and you know it won't work once the vampire has fed. I've fed. I had no choice. It's over, Sam. God - please. Just - I can't do it myself. There's no way. It's either you, or someone else, someone I don't know, someone who doesn't care who I am. I'd rather - Sam, I'd rather it be you. If I got to choose - the last thing I see on this earth would be you. Who else? You're all that I've got, the only family I have left, the only friend I ever really had."
He breathed funnily for a second before forcing himself to continue.
"I don't want to die alone," he confessed in a suffocated voice, falling back on the bed opposite of Sam.
Sam was cold. His whole body was shaking and his palms and his back were all wet with sweat, and the draft in the motel room only served to make it worse. He let out a shivering gasp through his parted lips and blinked away the tears in his eyes.
"Dean, I can't. I - I can't."
"You're a hunter, Sam. Of course you can. I'm - I'm just another monster now."
Dean dragged in a breath and pushed himself onwards.
"All I want - Sam, all I want to do is tear out your throat, bury my teeth in your artery and drink you dry. I'm not the Dean you knew anymore. I'll never be again. There's - there's nothing you can do. Nothing."
Sam shuddered to the sound of yet another scared laughter that Dean let out. He couldn't stay still, and rather than staying on the bed, he picked himself up again and walked to the middle of the room until the window's light reflected onto him, and Sam could see his pale complexion and the hunger in his eyes, the whole of him wasted and drained somehow, like he'd lost an unhealthy amount of weight in a matter of days. He glimpsed back at Sam and examined him before moving his fingers up to his lips and dragging the corner of his mouth up to show the newly-grown row of hook-like fangs in front of his human teeth, confirming how close he was to losing it already.
"No," Sam heard himself utter, "Dean, no."
"No?" Dean grunted, letting his lip fall back over his teeth, "Sam - I can't hold back forever."
"No," Sam repeated, "There's - there has to be another way."
"What way, Sam? I can't be cured. I can't not feed. There's no other way. Kill me, Sam - or I'll walk out that door and that'll be the last you ever see of me, and you'll know that someone else, somewhere, did what you couldn't do. That the last thing I saw was some hunter who sees me as nothing more than a monster -"
"Dean, don't."
Sam stood up; he walked to his brother and grabbed his wrist, making Dean jump and try to back off a step from Sam's pulsing, living, warm body. He let out an indistinct sound and revealed his teeth for just a moment again before turning his head away, and Sam could feel him shaking.
"Remember, years ago, when we ran into Lenore?"
"Who?"
"The vampire who refused to drink human blood."
Dean tensed. He breathed funnily for a while before daring to turn his head back towards Sam, but Sam swallowed thickly at the sight of his eyes immediately seeking out Sam's throat instead of his eyes. It didn't last for long, however - soon enough, Sam could catch his brother's eyes, and he looked into them pleadingly, his grip over Dean's hand tightening.
"It can be done, Dean. You won't be the first one."
"Sam, you have no idea how this feels," Dean told him, and Sam knew it, he could hear it in his voice, but there was no way he'd let Dean go.
There was no way he'd kill him, either.
"You need food, but it doesn't have to be human. You don't have to kill."
They stood there, Sam's hand wrapped around Dean's wrist and Dean standing there, still, his eyes flickering between Sam's throat and his eyes, for a very long time. Outside, a car parked on the motel's parking lot, and its headlights shone brightly through the window, revealing more of Dean for Sam to see. His hair was a mess and his clothes looked worn from a fight he'd had. There was a visible tear on his sleeve, and some blood still from where the vampires had drank from him. They'd played with him, Sam realised; there were teeth marks all over his throat on one side, hardly deep enough to drain him of all his blood, but enough for Sam to know that they'd either kept him for a long time or there had been many who'd fed from him in a short span of time before they'd eventually turned him. He couldn't blame Dean for wanting to die. The shock of the transformation alone would do it, but the thought of being turned by a pack that first used him like a toy before finally ending it like that - Sam's chest ached to the thought, and finally, he let go of Dean's wrist.
"You don't have to die," he told Dean firmly but in a quiet voice, as if wanting to keep this just between them, "And even then - I won't let you."
"I can't live like this," Dean countered, but Sam shook his head.
He turned his back to Dean despite the way it caused his hair to stand up all over his body, and walked to his bed again. He settled there with a sigh and when he looked, he found Dean standing a couple steps closer to him than before. A small smile lingered on his lips although he felt drained and empty inside.
"Where would I go?" Dean asked him after a short silence.
"Wherever you want. Wherever's... safe."
"You think that's worth it? Being forced to live alone forever, or at least until I inevitably get caught and killed anyway?"
"No," Sam said, "You won't have to be alone."
It was Dean's turn to tense, and Sam could see it happen and knew to expect it. His brother wasn't stupid. Of course he'd caught on.
"Sam -"
"Yeah. I don't particularly want to die alone, either," Sam chuckled, hanging his head and letting out a small sigh, "So... anytime you're ready."
"No. I won't. Sam, I won't. I came here to die. I didn't come here to kill you. I'll never - Sam, I can't do it. I won't."
"Think about it," Sam said with exasperation in his voice now, "You can't do this alone. I trust you when you say that, because it won't be easy. I know fighting a desire like that... it's not, and it will never be, easy. But we're stronger together. We've always been. This family's all we've got. You think I don't feel that way, too? You think - you think I'd just move on after you're dead, or once you're gone? You think I could just let go?"
Dean's weight moved from one foot to the other, and Sam felt something else shift in him as he did so, too. He couldn't tell what it was yet, but it was a profound change, something that turned him... more predatory than he'd been before. More alert, more aware, more like a big cat prowling before an antelope. And Sam was the antelope. He was fine with that, however.
"So... have at it, Dean. Turn me, too. Then we can fight it together."
"Sam."
Sam kept his head down as Dean moved closer. His steps were silent so that not a sound could be heard as he walked the distance between them to the bed, and despite knowing he was there, Sam felt his body shake when Dean touched his shoulder and sat down on the bed next to him.
"I can't... say no," Dean told him in a weak voice, "but I want to, because this isn't right. I know this isn't right. If I was still me, I -"
"You are still you, Dean. You won't ever not be you. It'll be different, but I trust you - you've always been better than you give yourself credit for, you know."
Sam let out a small breathless chuckle and tilted his head back. Almost immediately, he felt the tip of his brother's nose brush against his neck, and - unexpectedly - it sent a shiver down his body. His heart picked up and he breathed out a tense sigh.
"Take what you need," he said, eyes closing, "Then turn me, and I'll do this with you, the whole mile."
"Forever?"
"What do you think?" he chuckled, peering out through half-lidded eyes with a small grin on his lips despite the fear filling up his veins.
Dean's eyes looked unfocused and glassy as he nodded, swallowing hard. The bite barely hurt - he was gentle with the way he let his fangs pierce Sam's skin, like a hundred needles puncturing into his artery at once. That was they way he led them out from Sam's body, too, only to replace the pain with the silky texture of his mouth, and he drank, sucking at the pulsing flow of blood flooding out through the wounds, and it took little time for Sam's dizziness to turn worse. He sought balance from the bed but his arm went out from underneath him, and it was Dean who caught him, holding him against his body as he drank, and despite the ache, Sam felt himself relaxing into his hold. He was giving in with no struggle - ultimately, it wouldn't matter much if he'd die there. But just as his consciousness was starting to fade, Dean's lips left his neck and pierced his own flesh instead. His wrist was wet with fresh blood as he pressed it to Sam's mouth, and it was Sam's turn to take that blood in. At first, his body wanted to reject it, and he had to suppress a gag and force himself to swallow instead, but after the first mouthful had gone down, he felt a strange appetite growing for more. It felt wrong; he could feel a heat in his body forcing him to suck harder, and it brought back memories from all the times he'd done the same with Ruby, and then went deeper and reached for memories much further back in his mind - memories of a time when he'd been very young, memories of a deep coppery taste on his lips from a shadow above him, and then nothing. He fell back and felt Dean's grip around him turning tighter as he faded, and the night turned even darker around him, until everything was pitch black and dead silent.
The next thing he recognised was the sunrise. Dawn was breaking behind the thin curtains, and as Sam opened his eyes feeling feverish and weak, the first thing he saw was Dean sitting beside him on the bed, humming one of his favourite songs a little off-key. He reached a hand towards him and his fingers dragged over Dean's back; the humming stopped, and Dean turned back to look at him with a tired smile. As Sam's hand fell back on the bed, Dean's moved into his hair and combed through them.
"How's it feeling, Sammy?" he asked in a low voice, the other side of his face painted with deep gold from the window above.
The light was starting to hurt Sam's eyes, but he smiled the best he could before closing his eyes again.
"I don't think it'll get better from here," he confessed.
"It won't. Trust me."
"Don't go."
"I'm not going anywhere anymore. You know that, right?"
Sam nodded. He was fading again: the bed underneath him seemed to rock gently as his mind gave up and turned blank, leaving him drifting between life and death. Through that haze, he felt Dean moving over him. He didn't understand it at first, but soon, he could feel Dean's fingers trail the waistband of his pyjama pants. Forcing himself back into the real world, he faced his brother's serious eyes above him.
"I've never felt anything like this," Dean told him, although he wasn't exactly sure what he was hearing through the mist that had taken over his senses, "Now that you're turning - it's... different."
"Different?" he repeated, eyes closing again.
"Yeah."
Dean's fingers bent underneath the waistband and gently tugged at his pants.
"Sammy, I... Are you there?"
"I'm not sure."
"There enough to tell me if this is alright?"
"Dean -"
"We mate for life. We only have to do this once, and then we'll be bound together. Fully, Sam. The way only... beings like us can be."
Sam forced his eyes open again. Breathing took most of his energy, and he still wasn't sure if this was really happening. His body, however, was responding; he felt hard and heavy inside his pants, and Dean's hand over his hip seemed to radiate warmth and promise redemption like nothing else could. He nodded, even if he wasn't sure if what Dean was saying made any sense.
"You want that?" he asked, his voice shaky and blank.
"I think so," Dean breathed out in response, his fingers gripping Sam's waistband harder, "I - my body wants it. I can smell you, Sam, so damn strong and - and it's doing something to me that I've never... really felt before."
Sam's eyes closed again, but he felt himself parting his legs for Dean.
"Then do it," he said and his voice echoed in his ears.
His skin burned as Dean pulled down his pants. The next thing he knew was Dean's mouth around his sex, his lips tight around his shaft and the wet warmth of his mouth surrounding the crown of his cock. He let out a quiet moan and his fingers found Dean's hair; it felt vaguely dirty - this was his brother - but he couldn't muster the energy or the conscience to feel guilty. Everything was changing, his body was changing, he was somewhere between death and becoming something else than human, and somehow that seemed to make the human world with its arbitrary rules and regulations distant and unnecessary for him. He didn't belong in that world anymore. Neither did Dean; the only thing that mattered was them. Being together - forever.
He shifted his hips lazily towards Dean's mouth, and Dean let out a moan around his cock, and Sam could feel him swallow around it as he started working up and down along it. He wasn't sure how long it lasted, only that once it ended, his cock was aching hard and resting heavy over his hipbone, leaking, and Dean was somewhere else. He heard the floorboards creak as Dean stepped over them, he heard the bag's zipper, and he heard a snap and the sound of something wet squirting over Dean's hand, and then nothing again. Inside his ears was an ocean of blood, and through it all, he could no longer hear his heartbeat. It was gone, and some part of him knew he'd never hear it again, but he didn't feel cold or dead, only as if his whole body was on fire, and the sensation tingled all over his skin and made him gasp for air as Dean's index finger pressed against his tight hole. His leg was bent out of the way, the other still resting on the bed, and Dean was holding his thigh and pressing it against his stomach as he rubbed his finger over and into Sam's body, his skin and Sam's flesh now slick with lube or cream or whatever it was that he was wetting him with. Soon, his finger entered Sam, and his body pressed closer until their mouths were together, and Dean's lips were hungry as he claimed Sam's with them, and his tongue played with the smooth underside of Sam's lower lip and the curve of his upper lip as he lay there without realising that he could have responded to the kiss - or rejected it. He was constantly slipping under again, only barely staying conscious for short periods of time, and when Dean pushed his cock inside Sam, he could only moan in a muffled voice as his panting breaths filled his ears.
Dean rocked into him, his own gasps and grunts the soundtrack to Sam's transformation, and he had sex with him while Sam was struggling to stay aware of it. Every and each of his movements caused a shockwave of pleasure inside Sam's strange-feeling body, however; he was aware of this at least if nothing else, and Dean's reassuring lips moved onto his bruised neck that no longer bled nor felt open at all. He could feel something else happening to him as he lay there, receiving Dean's movements as they came: he could feel a strange bond forming between himself and his brother, one that bound itself to the way Dean's cock was stretching him open and pushing into his body. Sam could feel it becoming stronger and more physical with every thrust, and as his brother held his hips tight against Sam's own, he felt as if they were one in body and mind, like if he'd only been a little more aware, he could have listened in on Dean's thoughts. Then Dean moved away again, and his next thrust was harder, and the way he fucked Sam became more rough than gentle, leaving them both a mess of sweat and trembing gasps and moans. His teeth, the blunt human ones, bit Sam over the shoulders and his neck before turning to nails again, and the sharp needles raked his jaw and his Adam's apple never piercing his skin however, and Sam felt a strange, pinching sensation in his gums as his own newly-formed fangs came in and he buried them into Dean's shoulder, barely awake enough to hold up his own head. His body pulsed around Dean's cock, not with life but with some strange form of energy that now moved his muscles instead, and he wrapped his legs around Dean's hips and moved back and forth with him, pleasure and desire driving him madly onwards where his conscious mind still refused to take control. Their mouths joined again as Sam's back arched and he felt his seed spilling out and painting his stomach to the rhythm of steady pulses inside his body, and his eyes opened to a blurry view of his brother releasing above him - he felt his body fill up with Dean's come, and the sensation was strange and new for him but it sealed that odd unity that had began forming between them like glue, and it was that thought and feeling that drowned him out again and led him to a comforting, smooth silence and darkness in the midst of daylight pouring in through the window.
All the way until he woke up again, he could now sense his brother and his mate by his side, as reliably as a steep mountainside, never once moving away from him as long as he remained vulnerable.
The premise of brothers in love is ridiculous and yet there are so many fantastic stories about it. I ship wincest because it's wild and desperate and unique but also so sweet and tragic. I think sometimes people forget that spn is rooted in horror, they want to turn it into a fluffy rom com - wincest is the opposite of that. It's claustrophobic and intense and did I mention tragic? Every wincest story has the potential to be a horror story instead of a love story and I find that enthralling.
I would answer this privately, but this answer is something I 100% agree with and I bet others agree with it too. I agree with wincest being wild and desperate, as well as tragic. Wincest is a ship that can be molded into any type of story because of how it is in canon. It’s so different from your normal sweet ship who have a happy ending. I guess, in a way, wincest is realistic (aside from the incest). I’ll have to go into more detail later when i make the post, but thank you for your opinion :D
What is this round’s theme?
The Winchesters have the worst luck with one half going darkside. Possession, shapeshifters, Leviathans - these boys can’t catch a break! So this month’s theme is all about the darker half of the brothers paired up with the ‘normal’ brother. The prompts this month will be things like soulless!Sam, Leviathan!Dean, demon!Dean, or boyking!Sam.
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Well wincest and wincestiel (but not the destiel and sam happened to be there kind) but BDSM and/or ABO is what I've been having trouble finding more than a few decent fics of but if you aren't comfortable with any of that, just the pairings in good stories in the explicit land would be lovely. Not just straight up porn though, anything and everything helps immensely!
Hmm. I don’t read much (…any) Wincestiel, and surprisingly enough, I haven’t saved a whole lot of Wincest ABO (for some reason, I tend to fall more on the J2 side of that particular trope, but it might just be because I haven’t sought it out much/haven’t found anything I like). Same with BDSM? Like this is really weird for me to realize, because it’s all stuff I’m into in theory and/or have written, I just… don’t read it much, I guess. But I’ll do my best?
First, for general Wincest fic recs, I’ll just drop a bunch that I’ve recced a million times before that you may or may not have already read: for now we see through a glass, darkly, The Last Outpost of All That Is,Leader of the Pack (…ABO-adjacent?),Ergonomic,Captured by the Game,Surface Tension,Sleeping on a Razor,Old Country. All wonderful. All worth a read (or five).
Digging through my bookmarks, there is one ABO Wincestiel fic I’ve got tucked away: Save Me. Kinda Wincest (both brothers are omegas) and then Cas (alpha) wanders in and joins the party. Read the warnings because it’s full of sin and some dark stuff.
For just Wincest ABO, I’ve got a very underwhelming two fics to offer ;-; there’s Opus Amore, which is a longish casefic that’s cute and hilarious and wonderful, and there’s Don’t Need You To Fix Me, which is more… angstish.
I’m sorry I don’t have more suggestions for you ;-; I think like 90% of the ABO and BDSM stuff I read is J2, which I always forget until I go looking.
When Sam is by the sea…I’m still trying to find this story (which may be Gen - any help would be appreciated), but here are others where Sam is drawn to the sea. Some are casefics and some are not. As always, heed the warnings where the story’s originally posted and please leave a kudo or, better yet, a comment if you enjoyed the story. It’s the only “payment” an author ever gets.
Sea Story by Chakatai on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest (if you squint - read the author notes at the beginning to understand the “pairing”). After the brothers move into a cottage by the sea to escape the trauma that the hunting life inflicted upon them, Sam starts changing. (no penetrative sex) Lovely artwork at the end.
O-sea-starved, hungry sea by StripySock on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest. A case with a selkie turns into far more than the Winchesters had ever anticipated. Sam has to resist the urge of the sea, Dean’s got to live with what might have to be done to hold him back from it. (no penetrative sex, although there are thoughts of switching in the future)
Stand on the Sea-ward Dunes and Call My Name by MisplacedLonelyHeartsAd on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Episode coda for s10e18 “Book of the Damned.” A surreal dream sequence at the beach.
“Do you remember how we died?”
What an odd question, Sam thinks, even for a dream.The author has tagged this as gen with wincest overtones. (no penetrative sex)
The Babel Fish Has Forsaken Us by indiachick on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest. Trying to escape a murky past, Dean Winchester moves into a dilapidated house by the sea—and discovers that one of his house-mates is an obsessive weather goddess, another cultivates dying fishes, and a third lives in the basement and smokes cigarillos. Then there’s also Sam, the harried student in the attic, who seems so familiar that it’s impossible not to gravitate toward him. Things are sunnily good, and in this house that abounds with corn and honey, nightmares and memories, ghosts and pesky blue-eyed birds, it’s easy to get lost in a reality that isn’t yours. But if this place isn’t real, then what will Sam and Dean find in the real world when they—if they—finally wake? (no penetrative sex)
Sea and Sand by srmrsj on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest. Sam and Dean visit the beach and sex happens.
Row Charon Row by dear_tiger on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest. Every night, a WWII destroyer ghost ship rises from the Pacific and drifts until morning, dreaming of the torpedo strike that sank her. A sea monster with a ghost ship collection has been trying to trap her. Sam and Dean, hearing reports of a sea monster, go on their first marine hunt, with disastrous results. Sam is dragged out of the boat and Dean jumps after him into freezing water and nearly dies but is rescued by the ghost ship’s crew who still believe they’re at war in 1943. Dean has to find a way to escape the ship and save Sam without getting shot by the increasingly suspicious captain. The sea monster wants Sam to go on board and sabotage the ship – in return for something Sam has lost, unknowingly. But he has to do it before the torpedo comes at dawn. (no penetrative sex)
Magpie, To The Seaside by indiachick on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest. Him and Dean, a house trailer by the sea, peaceful mornings recuperating from being ensouled—Sam could live with this, if only it weren’t for the uninvited visitor knocking at their door at midnight, every night. (the sex is ambiguous)
In the Sound a Thought (Where the Sea Meets the Land) by ignipes on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest. The world is simpler by the ocean. (no penetrative sex)
Don’t Let it Ride You by kelleigh on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest. Dean and Sam hole up in a South Carolina motel while their Dad lays countless spirits to rest in the haunted grounds of Charleston. It’s as close to an ideal summer as they’ll get. Dad has plenty of work, and Dean has Sam. That is until locals start dying and the Winchester brothers realize that something other than a spirit, and possibly more sinister, is at work in the Lowcountry.
Sticks N Stones by JCRGirl on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest. Dean and Sam provide a little eye candy for the girls at the beach. (no penetrative sex). This is a part of a series which is, save for one moment of off-screen het between Sam/OFC, all bottom!Sam)
Dinner Beneath a Hurricane by dear_tiger on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest. With a job in San Juan, PR completed, Sam and Dean head to a wild beach, to burn a dead monster and drink tequila in an abandoned restaurant. (no penetrative sex)
Little Monsters in the Tide by dear_tiger on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest. There’s a simple hunt on the Washington coast: a lonely beach, a house in the woods, and a ghost that comes from the water to knock on the windows at night. But how does one burn the bones lost at the bottom of the Pacific? Two days into the hunt, Dean is buried under a shipwreck, and Sam is having nightmares about an obsessed old man who’s been digging up the beach for the past forty years in search of his brother’s bones. (no penetrative sex)
Perfect Day (I’m Glad I Spent It With You) by anniespinkhouse on A03. Sam/Dean. Wincest. Takes place after Red Sky at Dawn (3.05). Sam and Dean go to Atlantic City with the 10K that Bela gave them. As usual, nothing goes to plan for the Winchesters, but perhaps, just this once, it works out better. (non-explicit sex)
Anti-kink: Sex on the beach by ash_carpenter on AO3. Sam/Dean. Wincest. Sam and Dean have a nice, romantic little interlude on a moon-drenched beach, and everything is beautiful and perfect…Heh. Yeah, right.
Brothers on a Hotel Bed by softywolf on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest. “We should go on vacation,” He said casually, grabbing a slice of bacon and chewing on it as he looked at Sam.
“Vacation?” Sam choked out. “Why? And where exactly would we go that we haven’t already been, Dean?”
“The beach,” Dean answered with a shrug. (no penetrative sex)
Sun Kissed Skin by audaciousdean on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest. “The beach. The ocean. Girls in coconut bras and grass skirts. Pina Colada’s. That was a vacation.”
My Favorite Martian by Ephermeralk on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest AU. When a space capsule crashes onto the beach where Dean’s working as an astronomer, he expects a NASA astronaut inside, not a humanoid extra-terrestrial named Sam. And he definitely doesn’t expect them to have much in common–like, say, being brothers. After all, his own brother Sam had died years ago in what was supposedly a house fire.
A Conversation at Sunset by a_stray_kat on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest. Dean and Sam spend a little time at the beach. Dean is worried about his Dad, and Sam tries to comfort him. (no penetrative sex)
Helter Skelter in the Summer Swelter by Spiraling on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest. John decides to give the boys a “proper summer vacation” over the summer between Sam’s junior and senior years, letting them camp in the Florida Keys instead of staying in motels. They use their time completely alone in the Florida mangroves, on a campsite right on the beach, to explore the sexual element of their relationship, which had previously only existed behind locked doors and between grimy motel bedsheets.
Flat tire and car on fire by modillian on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest. They’re in California. Don’t ask. The details don’t matter. It’s just a little turn in the hell that’s been going down in their part of the world lately. At least there’s ice cream. And a beach.
[A hazy, dreamlike interlude, a pause from hunting, in a washed-out seaside town at the end of summer.] (no penetrative sex)
Phantasm (Same Deep Water as Me) by Mina Lightstar on AO3. Sam/Dean. Wincest. The boys hit Key West at Sam’s insistence, but find more than they bargained for. (no penetrative sex)
When the Levee Breaks by Sammysgirl666 on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest. After Sam’s first hunt goes horribly wrong, Bobby takes him and Dean to his old vacation home in California, by the beach. Three uninterrupted months of beach time would be a dream to any kid. But Sam can’t stop having nightmares and can’t stop reliving the painful memories over and over again. Too add to that, he has to deal with the sick feelings he’s cultivated for Dean, his brother. And on top of all this, he has one life-changing decision to make that will shake the very foundations of everything he’s ever known.Thus ensues three months that change Sam’s world as he knows it. After this, things will never be the same again.
Dream All the Dreams of a Brighter Tomorrow by whispered_story on Ao3. Sam and Dean spend the summer after Sam’s graduation in a small town in Virginia, while John is away on a hunt. Sam is recuperating from a concussion, Dean worries too much, but there’s whiskey, books, hours spend together on the couch in front of the TV, and the beach is just a short drive away. Things are good and they get even better when Sam kisses Dean one afternoon and they start to explore their feelings for each other. But Sam knows that the summer won’t last forever and he’ll eventually have to tell Dean that he’s leaving for Stanford. All he can do is hope that it’s not going to ruin the relationship he and Dean are slowly building, and that they’ll find a way to make the new situation work for both of them.
Blood Song by Wincesterrific Kaz on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest. A castle, an island and men’s bodies mysteriously drained of blood…what could possibly go wrong? Post 2x05 “Simon Said”
The Lighthouse by Twoboys2love on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Unrelated wincest. Sam is a loner, working in the tech field and on contract to maintain a small automated lighthouse. Dean comes to the island in search of a possible haunting. They meet and Dean enlists Sam’s help in a hunt.
In the waves by Lalinka on AO3. Sam/Dean. Wincest. Dean takes Sam on a break to the ocean.
The Haunting of the Burberry Inn by Deans_Fetish on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest. Sam gets word from an old Stanford buddy that on a dare for some extra cash he and others are going to stay the night at a “haunted” Inn, but Sam and Dean know that joke hauntings more often than not turn out to be the real deal and decide to tag along. All seems fine at first until the first death vision hits Sam and the body count begins to escalate. As Dean and Sam scramble to find out what the hell is happening they learn a bit of the Inn’s past and with it the ghost’s motivations. Can our boys make it out in time or will they be added to the growing body count in this Inn where you can check in, but there’s no checking out.
Bobby pretends he doesn’t hear the hitching sound that Dean makes, like something’s trying to tear him apart from the inside, when they are about to leave. Pretends he doesn’t see how Dean bends down to place a soft kiss on his brother’s slack lips, how his hand cradles Sam’s cheek.
In all the time he’s known the Winchesters, Bobby’s done a lot of pretending.
Wincest Writing Challenge: March (@codemented vs. @sweet-sammy-kisses)
Prompt: Hurt!Sam
Rating: PG
Sam’s back hits something, and it hits it hard. His ears are ringing and he feels like his spine has just broken in half, but he can still feel his legs if the pain is any indicator of it, and when he starts sliding down, he can dig his heels into the ground as he grabs a hold of the metal frame behind him. It’s the Impala. Thank God, it’s the Impala. His hand’s bloody and he can’t see much when he turns around and searches for the door’s handle, but he finds it just in time to slip inside the car and slam the door closed as the monster charges for him. It crashes into the car and Sam’s still gasping for air as the impact rocks him sideways, making it difficult to get the car key into the lock.
He manages, however. The car speeds backwards, turns, and he steers it for the road as quickly as he can - he’s bleeding, but he’s not sure how badly yet. He needs Dean for this. He needs Dean and proper weapons.
This was supposed to be a scouting mission, not a kill mission.
The motel welcomes him back in with most of its windows lit. Sam hopes Dean’s inside there, and not somewhere out there looking for him, because the last thing he wants is for the pack to find Dean alone, too. Getting out of the car to find out is difficult, however. A steady stream of blood is leaking down his leg and the other one barely holds him up, and he’s dizzy from the beating he’s taken with bruises and aches everywhere. They’re on the second floor, and climbing the stairs takes forever. He doesn’t manage to climb them all the way up when the door of room 21 opens up, and Dean peeks his head out.
“Jesus, Sammy,” he breathes out and rushes towards Sam with bare feet, “What happened?”
“An ambush,” Sam grimaces as he holds onto Dean and lets him help him inside, “They were - waiting for us to come back to the shack, I guess. We shouldn’t have split up.”
“We had no idea.”
“No, we didn’t.”
“You could have died,” Dean lets out as the door closes and Sam falls onto the chair beside the table near the door.
They exchange looks, with Sam quiet and Dean looking horrified at the prospect: then, something snaps inside the older brother, and he turns around on his heels and goes looking for the first-aid kit.
Sam watches him idly for a moment before turning his gaze down. He looks exactly as bad as he feels, with torn clothes and blood and filth everywhere. The sight makes him chuckle and the chuckle causes him to grunt out of pain - apparently his abs are sore, and laughing makes them hurt worse. No wonder; he took a blow in the stomach, too.
“How did you get here?” Dean asks him when he returns.
Sam plays along when the other strips him down to underwear, then falls back on the chair and lets out another small moan.
“I drove?” he offers weakly when a wet cloth presses over the cuts on his side.
“In this condition?”
“How else would I have gotten here, Dean?”
They exchange looks again and Dean growls.
“Is the car alright?”
Sam dares to laugh again. He nods.
“I got the worst of it, trust me,” he says and adjusts so that Dean can get the other cut that’s been bleeding down his leg.
It stings - the alcohol does - but Sam’s used to it and barely grimaces to the pain.
“Did you find out anything?” he asks to keep his mind off the pain.
“Nada. But I guess once you’re up and ready, we can use the ambush to track them down. They can’t be far from the shack if...”
“Yeah.”
Dean patches up the cuts and wraps up Sam’s bruised arms and his other leg, but there’s nothing that requires stitches or a trip to the hospital.
“You should be fine in a few days,” Dean comments, “Better sooner than later, though.”
“Gotcha.”
“I don’t think they’ll dare to come after us here, too many witnesses, but -”
“Yeah.”
Dean smiles a little and sighs, tension leaving his body as he does so. He pulls up a chair for himself next to Sam and sits in it, then reaches out and brushes Sam’s hair back from his face. He examines him quietly in a way that should have made Sam feel uncomfortable or at least self-conscious, but he’s too tired for that.
“How’s your head feeling? You’ve got quite the bruise coming up right here,” Dean notes and carefully touches a spot on Sam’s forehead.
Sam sighs and pulls his head away from the touch.
“Mild concussion at worst.”
“And you drove my car.”
“Yeah. I didn’t exactly have a choice.”
Dean chuckles wearily and pulls his hand back.
“Alright. So, you feeling nauseous, or do we get to eat something while you debrief the attack?”
Sam shrugs with a hint of a smile on him.
“Grab me a smoothie,” he says then and gives Dean a challenging look, “That’s all I can stomach right now.”
“Gotcha. I’ll get you your green freak food and I’ll order something better for myself. And you wait in the car - I’m not leaving you alone here while I’m gone, just in case. So, grab your stuff and move your butt back into the car. Won’t be long before you get back to rest.”
Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester (kind of?)
Rating: M
Word Count: 1200
Tags/Warnings: crack, humour, second hand embarrassment, body swap, masturbation, vaguely dubcon because swapped bodies, brotherly banter, mild ball play, mild ass play, curses,
Summary: Sam and Dean are body swapped. Of course they’ll deal with this like adults.
Well. Sam will.
a/n This is a birthday fic for the absolutely wonderful @samanddeaninpanties
I’m sorry it’s late. But just know I love you bunches <3 (sorry it’s crack rather than dark, but I’m trying to get my crack on at the moment!)
many thanks to @pod7et for super speedy beta. all remaining mistakes are my own!
“I think I was twelve. Maybe thirteen. It started out as a stupid, bizarre crush. I made up endless excuses for it. That I was just a confused, lonely, hormonal teenager. I didn’t have any friends, after all. I didn’t have too much luck with girls like you did. I thought, maybe, I was just desperate. Any legitimate excuse in the world for how I felt about you I took and fucking ran with it. I figured it was a phase, it will pass over time. It has to.
But it didn’t. I was so fucking scared. I tried everything to make it go away. Dating girls who weren’t my type. Watching internet porn so I can actually get off to a blonde bimbo with big tits for a change like normal teenagers do. But it didn’t work. If anything, it made my feelings and thoughts about you grow stronger. Everything, every attempt to get you off my mind leads straight back to you again. I want to hate you for it. I wanna fucking despise you but I can’t. Dean it’s gotten so bad that I have to avoid you like the fucking plague because it’s agonizing being in the same room with you.
I ache for you. I’m so fucked up about you. And I don’t know what to do.”
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