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yk what they say abt the unfed mind…

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accidental incest trope that starts out with familial codependency until the lines are beyond blurred and only keep getting blurrier as you sob moans into your pillow and he fucks you crazy crazy

and and run on sentences more more

yes yes please

and

never stop

never stops

wait. stop. stop!

until you can’t say stop anymore

because it doesn’t matter what you say

and you realize where and when you should’ve drawn that line

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morty has his eyes

morty has become his partner

morty has become almost one with him

it’s not just morty anymore, it’s rick and morty

and beth can’t help but hate that her dad can do this to her

can’t help but hate the fact that she’s willing to give up her son to her dad if it means he’ll stay

doesn’t care how it’ll fuck up (how it’s already fucked up) her son’s life

because a selfish part of her hates him a little too for taking her place

for getting his eyes

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morty asking rick if his wife is a fuckbot then saying “i guess i didn’t realize you could love anything” when rick said she’s his human wife

ooof

when he is capable of love and change just not for you

just remember morty, this isn’t your rick

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(r&m season 9 finale spoilers)

ending almost feels like rick giving morty a band aid for a broken arm. and morty appreciating it.

the way rick manages to ‘console’ morty after what he went through is by distracting him.

he calls himself morty’s dad and lets morty take control of the motorcycle (more like forces him to, because it’s almost the real thing, almost a hug).

all morty yearns for is to be loved. all he wants is to be told “i love you.”

rick calling himself his dad is the closest he gets.

for all the metal inside of morty, i wouldn’t be surprised if rick has a tracking device or some other listening device implanted inside him.

for someone who knows so badly what morty wants, rick sure as hell doesn’t feel bad for not giving it to him. because LOOK! it could be so much worse morty. consider yourself lucky morty, you have it good.

(morty having a helmet on is so cute tho)

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my mind is so huge

so brilliant

so rotten

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that scooby doo x supernatural crossover ep except it’s rick and morty and the brothers see nothing wrong with the way rick absolutely manhandles his grandson nor the incest jokes or the lack of paternal interference

dean WOULD die at the thought of boob world tho and sam would fry rick on everything: his spaceship parked outside, his portal gun, the concept of the multiverse, etc

all while morty’s busy asking the brothers about their upbringing or as they quote “the family business” and learning the “lore” of creatures

annoyed, rick would portal their asses home in no time

*

“t-that guy was pretty tall, rick.”

“n-NOUGH-t taller than me, morty.”

“y-yeah rick, not, not taller than you.”

*

“think cas would take me there?”

“no, dean. cas is not gonna zap you to ‘boob world’.”

“what if it’s not just me, and we make it a hangout?”

“…not happening.”

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sam and his younger version hallucination talking during his demon blood detox:

sam: dean hates me, he’d rather have me dead, if i die…there’s no redeeming for me. for saving. i’ll go to hell, i’m going to hell

hallucination: you’re wrong. dee told me he doesn’t think that. he told me he believes i’m gonna go to heaven.

sam: to heaven?

hallucination: yes. to heaven.

sam stops fighting against his restraints. calm settles over him. he can almost picture it. two small boys, left in a church’s care as their dad hunts evil, talking in hushed tones.

dean looking at him, and with all the sincerity a 12 year old can muster, he promises his baby brother that nothing bad will come to be.

“you’ll go to heaven sammy. we’ll be there together.”

sam lets his eyes close, the ringing of church bells dwindling into windchimes sounding off far into the distance.

and somewhere deans wish comes true. and yes, his sammy is 100% human, dead in the flesh but human to the bone as he’s found seconds later.

and yes, much to bobby’s heartbreak, dean keeps his end of the promise.

never truly leaving his younger brothers side.

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do i ever shut up?

short answer: no

long answer: maybe sometimes, it depends. but no

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did not know abt the weirdcest/gencest to wincest pipeline

glad enough ppl are aware of the incestyy undertones/subtext (aka all the text) that a whole tag was made for it LMAOOOO

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Touch

Cas gives the Winchester brothers an address. They follow it and find more than what they bargained for.

“Dean and Sam have their badges up when a boy opens the door and immediately starts talking, “Mom said you had a key– What the hell?”

He has bright green eyes and short brown hair, he can’t be older than 15, but he has such an uncanny resemblance to Sam, his Sam, that Dean does a double-take.

When Cas said that they had to fix something between the two of them, was this what he meant? This kid…was it somehow one of theirs?

Sam just stares at the kid, who has identical freckles to his brother, and can’t help thinking the same thing that’s going through Dean's head.”

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JUST POSTED NEW ONESHOT FIC!!

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stanford sam probably:

“all he does is take and take and take but it’s okay, he’s done so much for me

has sacrificed so much for me

practically raised me

so it’s okay if he takes

once in a while

you know?”

his college friends: “…dawg r u okay?”

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‘i’ve bitten before and i’ll bite again’ dean and ‘shh, it’s okay, it’s okay, i can take it’ sam

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Make You Famous

leviathan sam and dean decide to fuck sam and dean over, literally.

The phone rings, their shared work phone. Dean’s in the shower when he shouts out to Sam, “You pick up!”

Sam sets his book down and gets up, not bothering to look at the caller ID, already knowing who it is.

He answers.

“Hello Sir,” Sam doesn't have time for pleasantries as Dick’s voice comes blaring through.

“I don’t care what you do, just make the headlines by tomorrow morning. Ruin them. Make them scared to show their faces even to other hunters. This order is final.”

The line goes dead and Sam, amused, huffs out, “Well, fuck.”

He doesn’t know what those Winchester brothers did, and it wasn’t in his job description to give a fuck. But still, he’s curious.

Because they have it coming now

Sam already has a few ideas brewing, and with Dick’s approval, he’s set.

“Hey Dean! Hurry up, will ya? We’ve got work to do.”

**

“You have got to be kidding me.” Sam chokes out as he finishes skimming an article. He groans and runs his hands through his hair then down his face.

It’s too early in the day to be feeling so dreadful. He downs the rest of his coffee and closes his eyes momentarily.

“What? What?!” Dean sputters around a beer. He’s sitting on their motel bed of the week, facing the tv, and trying his damn hardest to chill the fuck out.

He’s failing.

Dean’s eyebrows shoot up the next moment Sam doesn’t answer. “Spill it, Sammy, is it Dick? It’s Dick, isn't it? What did he do now?”

“Not Dick.” Sam sighs.

Well, in a way it was dick. “Worse,” Sam looks over from his computer to Dean, who’s downing the last of his beer. Good.

“It’s us, those bastards wearing our faces I mean. They…” Sam trails off, he looks to the side, not brave enough to face his brother when saying his next words, “they filmed themselves. Having sex. With each other.”

Sam turns his computer over to Dean and there reads the article title in big bold words, ‘Dean And Sam Winchester Post An Intimate Video Of Themselves Online…With Each Other!?’

Dean blinks.

Sam blinks back.

The following seconds are met with Dean’s rage. Throwing his, thankfully empty, beer at the tv and having an absolute meltdown. Those poor motel pillows didn’t stand a chance.

Sam clicks out of the article as Dean rushes towards him. Hands out and ready for the computer. “Lemme see! Sam, gimme the computer!”

Sam hands it over, not wanting to escalate the situation. “Don’t break it. Please.” Dean doesn’t promise anything as he snatches it out of Sam’s hands and takes a seat next to him.

With just a few online searches Dean finds a promising link and wastes no time in clicking it. Sam looks over his shoulder, and notices Dean’s hesitation to hit play.

Sam hasn’t watched the video, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t curious about what was filmed.

That said, “Dude, you don’t have to—“ But it’s too late, Dean clicks on it before Sam gets to finish and they see eerily familiar faces staring right back at them.

They sit and watch in horror.

*

“I cannot believe you talked me into this,” Dean says and walks over to Sam. “They might not even watch it, and what’s the point of going through all this if they don’t watch it?”

Sam chuckles. “First of all, this’ll do numbers in ruining their image. Like, yeah, being serial mass murders is good on its own, but being gay incestious serial mass murders?” Sam whistles, “Ooh la la, Even better.”

Sam continues to finger himself thoroughly with lube, opening himself up so that it isn’t too painful. His dick is as soft as ever as he continues the proding, “Anyways quit whining, you got it easy. I’m the one taking it.”

Dean smirks, “Your fault for choosing to decide our roles with a game of rock paper. I’m not the real Dean, idiot. I wouldn’t lose to you.”

Sam rolls his eyes, “It was worth a shot. I was hoping the muscle memory would kick in.” He cranes his fingers and angles them just right, and lets out a low moan.

Dean doesn’t mention how Sam’s half right. He looks over Sam’s naked frame and feels himself harden against his will. He looks at the unopened viagra tablets in his hand and scoffs.

Sam frowns at him, “What? Don’t like the view?”

Dean grabs at his dick and shakes his head as if disappointed, “Dean Winchester, you sick fuck.”

Sam seems to understand what’s happening and cackles, “No way, I knew Dean loved his little brother, but this is pushing it.”

Sam’s managed to fit three fingers in and thinks it’s enough. He pulls them out and cleans them on a rag.

He eyes the tablets in Dean's hand and reaches out, “Hey, gimme one, you might not need them but I do.”

He swallows one down dryly.

And despite his half-chub, Dean takes one as well.

Sam stretches his long legs and Dean feels his heart start to pump harder, as if on a mission “Alright, get the camera, show’s about to start.”

**

“Is it rolling?” The voice comes from the computer.

It’s clearly Dean’s voice, fake Dean’s voice, but it sounds deeper. Heavier.

Dripping with lust.

Dean next to him, the real one, takes in a sharp breath as the camera focuses on two very shirtless figures.

“Yep,” Sam, fake Sam, smiles enthusiastically at the camera and holds two thumbs up.

Sam cringes.

The Dean in the background of the video makes a grunt of approval before he settles down next to Sam.

There is no real intro as they both get down to business. Dean grabs at Sam’s face as if he owns it and smashes their mouths together. Nearly growls when Sam’s hands shoot up and try to pull them off.

It looks more like a naked brawl at first.

They don't break the kiss as they move to a bed or when they shift the camera up a bit so that all their naked glory is captured.

“Huh.” Sam seems to startle Dean as Dean slightly flinches at his voice.

“What?” Dean asks, voice curt and slightly trembling. Eyes staring right ahead.

“They look exactly like us, I don’t know what I was expecting, but even down there…it’s a perfect copy.”

Dean grimaces, “That’s what you’re worried about? If they got your dick size right?”

“No, it’s just—“

Dean holds up a hand to him, “Shuddup.”

Sam quirks an eyebrow at that but lets it go and turns his attention back to the video.

“Fuck, Sammy. You prepped yourself for me? Such a good boy,” fake Dean says as he’s on top of fake Sam and his hands are down there and Sam’s cheeks and neck burn.

“Mmm, yes! All ready for you Dean. Please, just, fuck me already.”

“Oh, thank god.” Dean puts a hand on his chest and lets out a deep breath.

Sam stares at his brother confused before realization hits him. He glares at Dean, “Seriously, Dean? You were worried about our— I mean, their positions?”

Dean tenses and doesn’t say anything, which just proves Sam even more right.

Sam shakes his head, annoyed, “For all we know, they could switch half way through.”

Now Dean glares at him, as if he had just said the most depraved thing in the world.

“I’m never gonna be a catcher Sammy, no version of me ever will—“

Their stupid argument is interrupted by a stupid loud moan. Sam immediately goes to turn the volume down on the computer.

Fake Dean didn’t even bother putting on a condom as he slides into home base. It almost looks painful.

“We’ve seen enough.” Dean clicks out of the video and shuts Sam’s computer off.

“Hey! I was using that.” Sam says but without any real annoyance in his tone. Somewhat glad that it’s over.

“Gonna shower,” Dean mumbles as he walks away, all defeated looking.

Sam gives a light nod, waits for Dean to shut the bathroom door, before allowing himself to adjust his semi hard on.

Yikes.

**

Dean showers with ice cold water and doesn’t even towel off his dick. Scared that it’ll set it off and Sam will somehow tell.

*

After filming, they both take individual showers. Sam, obviously, takes longer.

The idiot actually came in him, and Sam had allowed it.

It’s not like they weren’t prepared, they had condoms. And Dean was about to open one up when Sam shook his head, no. It was in the heat of the moment.

He wasn’t thinking straight, couldn’t possibly thing straight. But…

It obviously wasn’t something he had wanted.

Huh.

Getting out of the shower he walks over to Dean, whose laying in the clean bed, and let’s go of the towel around his waist.

Leaving him as naked as the day he was born.

Dean, still typing away on his phone smirks, “Cameras are off, doll.”

Hair still wet, he climbs on top of Dean, wetness dripping on his face and neck.

“You kissed me,” Sam says, almost accusingly.

“I don’t remember you hating it,” Dean says.

Sam huffs, “You don’t get it. I hate kissing, yet I kissed you back.”

Dean puts his phone down, stares up at what’s supposed to be his confused younger brother, and shrugs. “Guess Dean ain’t the only sick one.”

At that Sam grins wide. “Yeah, guess not.”

“Now get offa me.” Dean shoves him.

“Only two beds and that one’s still dirty. Roll over.”

*

end!!!! jesus christ, never thought i’d post this one bc it’s more leviathans than og sam and dean but pls understand that leviathans r feeling what the brothers would feel!!!!! hope u liked and if u read this far ur a godamn rockstar :)

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starting the week off right!

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*Trying to do small talk with a gay incestous couple* So which one of you was more hung up on being related and which one was more hung up on being gay?

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Artistic freedom means getting to draw your favorite ships cosplaying as each other

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