It's always been just you and me

Wincest side blog. probably gonna be lots of kink here. 18+ I try to tag everything but if I miss something or you need something tagged don't be afraid to ask! Prompts/fic requests: closed I don't write samifer, sabriel, or destiel sorry.

[brosinlove]

listen, fools! i don’t ship wincest because i think it models healthy relationships!! if i wanted healthy, wholesome content i would change the channel to the great british bakeoff!!! i ship it because it’s insane!!! it is full of tension and devotion and obsession and brazen, raw love!!!! gtfo of my face with ~incest isn’t romantic~ um, i know that, helen. i’m watching incestuous undertones in a fictional universe where god is evil and demons make deals for souls and angels are assholes and people die on multiple occasions and still survive. i’m not exactly caught up in this being a real life gig, am i helen?!

[brothersinablackcar]

Carve this on my gravestone

[carnation-cowboy]

Ummmmm I censored it just in case, idk what tumblr allows anymore

[holdmesamthatwasbeautiful]

Dean Winchester hates himself.

There are moments, sometimes even days, when he doesn’t. They’re very rare, and he doesn’t even enjoy them. He knows that whatever whiskey hit he managed to score won’t last, and he’s done pretending those fleeting moments are his to keep.

He knows he’s the worst kind of human. The discrepancy between his beautiful face and his gutter soul gives him advantages he doesn’t deserve, soft looks from people who think his heart is as flawless as his treacherously pretty face.

Dean Winchester hates the green of his eyes, the freckled bridge of his nose and the curve of his mouth.

He hates everything that lies.

Dean’s convinced Sam would never look at him the way he does if Dean’s face wasn’t lying, and Dean wouldn’t allow the exhilaration of that innocent gaze to lick his soul if his heart wasn’t rotten.

The way Sam watches Dean goes far beyond little brother admiring older brother. Sam’s mesmerized gaze clings to Dean like thick blood to a light carpet, and Dean doesn’t trust himself with that gaze.

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[holdmesamthatwasbeautiful]

Sam is four years old, and he’s running a fever. He’s breathing heavily through his nose, and when John looks in the rearview mirror there’s an amber glare staring furiously back at him beneath brown locks.

Dean’s little blonde brows furrow as he looks at his little brother. “Dad,” Dean says worriedly, “Sam’s neck is all red. What’s wrong with him?”

John doesn’t know what’s wrong with Sam, and he doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve the way Sam won’t stop glaring at him, unblinkingly, for the rest of the drive.

When they reach the motel for the night, John picks Sam up and puts him on the counter of the small pantry. “Sammy,” John asks softly, cupping the boy’s face with one hand. He’s burning up. “Sammy, how are you feeling?”

Sam pulls at the neckline of his T-shirt, and John’s heart goes cold: Sam has long scratches along the line of his neck, angry red crescent marks of fingernails against the pink, blossoming skin. “Take it off,” Sam hisses, and John must take a hold of Sam’s little wrists to keep him from keep clawing at his own neck.

“Take what off?” John asks, “Sammy, you have to breathe,” John tries to calm his child, whose breathing is approaching hyperventilation.

“Take it off,” Sam demands again, and that’s when John understands what he means, because he sees it beneath Sam’s T-shirt: the thin chain, the small silver cross.

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[bilosan]

It was always you and me. It’s always been you… and me.

CARRY ON ANNIVERSARY WEEK ▸ Most emotional/Favorite line/moment from The Barn Scene™

[moorgrass]

WIP

[angeloftuesdayy]

touch me til I vomit

I'm not scared of god,

I'm scared he was gone all along

[cyberdelph]

by @MUBAILANG

[cyberdelph]

by @MUBAILANG

[according2thelore]

in an au where soulmates are an accepted phenomenon, and you only see in black & white until you meet your soulmate, sam winchester was born seeing in color.

he thinks it's just because he's not built for a soulmate, that the weird, ugly, broken thing inside of him exempts him from ever being connected to another human being like that.

he keeps books underneath his mattress, stolen from school libraries and left whenever they leave, of big dramatic soulmate revelations. of people who aren't soulmates but make it work anyway, of two widowed soulmates falling in love. a million soulmates-by-choice stories, where people carve out their own happiness.

he resents the fact that the sky is blue on the day of jessica's funeral, that he's allowed to know it.

in "faith," it's raining and dark and sam is so strung out he doesn't even notice the color leeching out of the world, a slow dial lowering the volume tick-by-tick.

it's not until dean gets dragged to hell, sam screaming no-no-no-no, that the world clicks off color like a light switch. sam crawls over to dean, and hauls him into his arms, and can barely see the blood anymore--soaked into the already-dark wood of the floor.

and sam sobs and sobs and sobs because not only does he have a soulmate--did, past tense--the entire time, but he's alone in it, because sam was hauled back into life and dean didn't mention it once.

[according2thelore]

in an au where soulmates are an accepted phenomenon, and you only see in black & white until you meet your soulmate, dean winchester can't remember a time when he didn't see in color.

life for him started when he saw baby sammy in his blue, blue, blue blanket in mommy's arms at the hospital. he remembers the fire was red. he remembers mommy's blood was almost black on daddy's ruddy face.

he figures it's probably for the best that he doesn't have a soulmate, since the life is so dangerous and he's seen what losing colors has done to his dad. he loves short flings and sleeping around and pretty girls, and lets them know he's not looking to get attached. it's the best someone like him could hope for, anyway.

until sammy dies in his arms knee-deep in a mud-pit in cold oak. dean thinks the world's ended, because he lifts his hand to see if sammy's bleeding, but it's just black smeared on grey and he doesn't know what's happening.

it's like peering through a veil, staring at his dead soulmate on a bed. for days. when he brings sam back, he almost sobs in relief to see the demon's red eyes. he doesn't tell sam--of course he doesn't--who fucking wants to hear that your evil, fucked up bastard of an older brother has a one-way tie to you? especially 364 days from his ultimate demise? no. dean's not cruel, just selfish.

((the worst thing of it all, though, is when sam jumps into the pit, and dean stares down at the green grass underneath his hands, clenched in his fists until they come away to show rich, brown dirt, where sam lies thousands of miles below. alive. alive. alive. until, presumably, he hits the pit, and dean feels sam die in real time, feels that string snap, and tear ragged, and sam and all of his color is taken from him.))

[youmurderedmy]

[corapi-thecity]

sleep

[wincestical]

dean does weird things when he gets drunk… and sammy lowkey loves it

full on my twtta: @wincestical

ok we’re gonna ignore the month long hiatus i took… hi guys

[angelplz]

[ptolemaeaszns]

flaccid sam bc @aliusfrater was talking abt it

[ptolemaeaszns]

sam bondage time

[darling-sammy]

Dean can still be Sam's savior, even though he's as big as a house now