༺Sam and Dean༻

★isa bela ☆ spn ☆ wincest ☆ headcanons ☆ “sam winchester cries his way through sex” ★ she/her

[frot-in-da-impala]

Do you have any wincest fic recommendations or dean x sam xCass?

I need good fics :(

honestly i havent read any lately, ill have to get back to u on this im sorry 😣😣

but if anyone wants to rec in the comments feel free 🙏

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every time i see you pop up on my home page i misread your name as "frot in da 'pala" and it makes me cry laughing

well idk what “pala” even means but i’m laughing with u girl 😭😭

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does anyone gaf about piss kink wincest…

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sam throwing up in the middle of the night and dean hears, he gets up out of bed and walks to the bathroom, nudging the door open.

he crouches behind sam and gently holds his hair back. he doesn’t say a word though.

he brushes back strands from sam’s face, so incredibly gentle, and waits until sam is done. then he goes back to bed, and sam does soon after.

they never speak about it in the morning, dean doesn’t ask why sam was sick. he understands. and sam remembers the soft gesture forever.

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omg cuz sammy being sickkk

and dean tries to take care of him and mother him and take his temperature cuz that’s what he would always do when sam is a kid

but he forgets that sam is a grown man now and he just has a cold and they’ve been through much much worse

but he can’t help it, it’s the little things. his favorite thing ever was to take care of sammy. and sam knows it. he knows that dean craves the normalcy. the idea of family. it’s important to him. so he lets dean.

he lets dean bring him tissues, buy chicken noodle soup and attempt to cook it, give him extra blankets and glare at sam if he tries to suggest helping out with anything.

sam tells himself he doesn’t slightly enjoy it.

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dean is watching tv

sam sits down with him

sam never sits down and watches tv with dean.

dean tries not to jump for joy

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bro i literally need sam and dean dry humping for the first time, both trying to stay so so quiet to hide how incredibly good it feels, pleading with themselves to not make any noise while the other grinds hard and desperate to try and force the whimpers out of the other brother bc they want to hear it so fucking bad

[punchedbymarkesmith]

You think drunk Dean is ever like "S-Sammy, do the thing, come on, do it," and Sam rolls his eyes "not again with this, God, Dean, you're drunk, stop!" And Dean tugs on his sleeve "come oooonnnnn, Sammy, just do it! Please!" And Sam sighs and holds Dean's face in both hands because "the thing" Dean wanted is just a reminder that Sam's hands are so big, one hand can cover the entire side of Dean's head, and he makes Sam do this on command all the time, Dean smiling a goofy drunk blissed out brother lover smile every time Sam finally caves.

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i like to think alot about the fact that both sam and dean have walked in on each other having sex before

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dean watching hentai in sam’s presence pretty much infers that dean has had a boner with sam in the room before

can they have ANY sense of privacy

[fvckthistown]

I'm so insane about sam and dean dry humping. like they're wearing jeans and the fabric is rough and too thick and sam is desperately humping on dean's lap like a dog ughhhh

or even better, they're in missionary and it's like they're fucking and they're pressed together, no air between them whatsoever.

or sam is ass up face down and dean is grinding on his ass and sam can't get any friction on his cock and he's so horny and whiny omg omg

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sam and dean have an argument, they’re yelling and they’re stressed and it’s a lot. sam gets the last word. dean lets him, suddenly going silent. sam is confused. his stubborn, hard headed, competitive big brother isn’t trying to one-up up and prove he’s right for once?

but instead dean just looks down at the floor, seemingly in thought, but not quite in a defeated way. he looks back up at sam with a sort of acceptance on his face. sam is almost scared of what might happen next. the last time a fight ended in silence deans fist came swinging up to meet sam’s jaw.

but instead dean’s face goes timid. he looks sort of sad. “i don’t want us to fight.”

sam would have responded with a snarky comment from the adrenaline of the fight if he weren’t so shocked by dean’s drastic change in tone. he stutters then nods, “uh- okay,” shifting his feet. this felt weird, different.

dean nods as well. he really does look.. sad. maybe regretful.

sam then watches as dean moves forward, and in a swift, awkward motion he wraps sam in a hug. it’s soft, tender. it’s not hard, masculine. quick. dean seems stiff in it, as if tensing himself for sam to shove him off. and although that is sam’s first reaction, out of instinct from the way other fights would normally go, he doesn’t. in fact, he tentatively hugs him back.

dean relaxes immediately, and then sam almost melts into the soft body of his brother’s. this was so different, because with every passing second there was a ticking in sam’s head. every time they hugged, this ticking would be present. it served as an unconscious marker in which it would be too vulnerable, too intimate to not let go at this point. and when that timer goes off, he makes sure to let go. he thinks dean has the same timer.

but this time, sam lets the warning sounds go over the limit. he lets them fade away in his mind. he lets himself appreciate this moment with his brother. at least until dean lets go. and dean will let go. any second now. he initiated it. sam will just wait. but dean doesn’t move.

he just deepens the hug, clinging tighter onto sam. sam really is so surprised, he almost laughs. “d-dean,” he huffs, “are you alright?”

dean responds in a daydreaming sort of voice. “i’m good sammy. i don’t want us to fight.” the shoulder of sam’s shirt muffles some of his sounds.

“yeah you said that,” but sam doesn’t press it. he just holds dean. and dean holds him. and it’s painstakingly intimate that every nerve in his body is yelling at him to create a border, to defend and to fight because he shouldn’t rely on someone. he shouldn’t crave this. but he does. his big brother pressing his warm, comforting body against him just feels so. good.

it feels familiar. like when dean told him he used to crawl into sam’s crib at night when he was a baby, and hold him tight against his chest. he said sam would always stop crying after that. sam wonders if this is what that felt like.

sam tucks his face slightly into dean’s collarbone, breathing in his scent through the fabric of his t-shirt. he drags his fingers slowly over dean’s back. it’s gentle. nervous.

he swears he feels dean tremble when sam’s finger traces his spine. sam’s breathing seem to involuntarily match dean’s, in a rhythm.

and in this moment sam realizes he could stay here forever. this is all he needs. all he would ever need. just his big brother, with him. close to him. they don’t even need any words. just each other.

they should end arguments like this more often.

[queer-as-in]

🎃wincest piss kink?🤞

yes yes yes piss kink let's go!

Sam's not a total lightweight, but he can't drink like Dean can. so Dean'll often be no more than delightfully buzzed as he pours Sam into the car and takes him back to the motel

Sam isn't exactly pliable, but he's distractable. persuadable. so he acquiesces to straddling Dean's lap instead of going straight to the bathroom

when he says, "gotta piss, Dean, hold on" and tries to swing his leg over, it's not that he doesn't protest, it's that Dean's fantastic at misdirection, grinding up and pulling Sam down against him

it gets Sam panting and desperate against Dean's cheek but he whines "no, gotta go" and Dean says, "so go" and holds his hips so tight Sam can't extricate himself when he's this loose and unfocused

Sam doesn't complete a single sentence, just "can't- gonna make a mess- let go, Dean" but Dean kisses his jaw and says, "c'mon, Sammy, let go. wanna feel it" and presses deep into Sam's belly with the heel of his hand

Sam doesn't even realize he could leave now that Dean's hands are busy pushing against his bladder and rubbing the head of his cock through his jeans because he's breathing hard and murmuring "gotta, Dean"

Dean rocks up into him like they're already fucking, keeps humping Sam through it when he starts leaking a little and Sam's whimpering "no no can't" like a bitch, clutching Dean's shoulders, and Dean tonguefucks his mouth when the first hot gush floods Sam's jeans. it comes so quick it puddles up in Dean's lap before it starts to run down his legs

Dean comes while Sam is still pissing down his leg and snuffling little apologies and moans into his shoulder

[bvrialatsea]

dean flirting with sam and him going 'you're an idiot' while blushing is my favorite thing ever i can't believe we have like 3 canon instances of this. they're so cheesy and in love.

[iregretallmychoices]

Seasons one and two are just

sam, constantly: 🙁☹️😣 you’re scared of me Dean: *through the pillow he’s been screaming into* for. FOR, Sammy, FOR. Repeat after me. I’m scared FOR you Sam: 😣☹️☹️ scared of me Dean: *continues screaming*

[fvckthistown]

samdean goodbye sex before sam leaves for stanford but before dean is even one thrust in he breaks down crying on top of sam and sam has to comfort him

[dumb-nerd7]

No matter how hard I try I never dream about supernatural.

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i’ve actually had a dream abt wincest before. i win in life