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sam and dean never negotiated a kink a day in their life, they simply do it mid sex and the other just goes along with it, mostly dean with his weird kinks and sam just look a little disgusted and psychoanalyzes dean in his head before obviously agreeing with it
Here have some wincest.
Our love is not a victory march It’s a cold and broken Hallelujah
Here have some more wincest.
Henriksen creating a case against the Winchesters and writing down all the crimes they have committed. It's never explicitly shown in CCTVs and no one has ever said so, but they're always a little too close to be just brothers. When he tells them they're going to be separated for a long time, the brothers' reaction proves everything to him.
samantha winchester only wears white underwear because she feels impure and dirty.
deanna winchester rarely wears underwear at all. not because of some underlying trauma, she just likes it.
Dean stuffing Sam full of a big vibrator before tying him to the motel bed and turning on the magic fingers 👀
god bestows dean with crow's feet in his late twenties, and sam can't stop touching them. feel out the lines of his face that aren't scars, 'cause dean's body is riddled with those. sam likes to touch those too, but they always bring him back, twists and knots his insides because he remembers, almost feels a phantom pain because he and dean are one and the same.
the crow's feet tell tales of their own, but they're better ones. without the pain and trauma.
it tells the story about sam losing his first tooth, and dean grinning with pride 'cause sam had pulled it out without crying. he had held dean's hand so tight right before it happened, his fingers had gone white.
it tells the story of dean laughing himself to tears because sam got kissed on the cheek in first grade and proceeded to trip and fall into a potted plant.
it also reminds sam of the time he had told dean he was sam's favorite person in the whole, wide, wide world, no, actually, his favorite person in the "wholeness of space"! and dean had snorted and told him that space is infinite sammy, because sam was still too young to understand the vastness of it all. and sam had grinned wide and yanked at his shirt and told him that's how much he loved him. if sam had been any older, he might've caught the way dean hugged him then, tight and with his heart swelling in his chest.
so sam touches. and he runs the pad of his finger along them until dean bats his hand away, and then he presses a kiss there, because really, sam put them there, so he can claim them as his.
much like dean is, and will always be, his.
the doctor: im sorry, mr. winchester, but you have cancer, and we don't think you have much time left. I'm afraid that, given your advanced age, you won't tolerate the treatment
dean jr: we should be able to do something
sam, in his mind: finally, wait for me in pink panties, dean
it must be awful being sam winchester's wife and knowing that, no matter how long you're with him, you'll never be even a shadow of your husband's late brother; that glow he radiated in the photos with his brother has never been granted to you.
the way sam looks at those photos and just stands there, motionless, as if nothing else exists, as if she's nobody in this world, even when she calls her husband and he looks at her immediately, because, no matter what, sam is always such a thoughtful husband. Sam's bright gaze dims the instant he stops looking at dean's photos and looks at her.
their son is named dean, and everything revolves around dean, even though he's gone. A dead man's music, a dead man's things, are treated like national treasures. But that ring she cherished so much disappeared a few days ago, and sam barely bothered to help her look for it, even though he'd given it to her. "I'll buy you another one, don't worry". And if sam were to lose any of those old cassettes he keeps in that box he guards with his life, all hell would break loose.
sam has a cold beer every afternoon on the porch, and it's as if someone else is there with him. That solitude is so intimate that he can't even imagine joining him for a drink, because that space is just for him, for sam and the ghost of someone he knows sam loves more than he'll ever love her.
she is sam winchester's wife, and she is not sam winchester's love of his life, because that person is dead and is his brother (and she is too scared to even question it out loud, so she swallows it all and asks her son, dean jr, whom she only calls junior unlike her husband who directly calls him dean, to find his father for dinner)
Mary feels out of place because John is dead. They are soulmates. They were meant for each other by heaven, of course they go crazy when the other dies. And Sam and Dean are exactly the same. They are soulmates too. Maybe being obsessed with your partner isn't just a Winchester personality trait, but a sign of connected souls
