my fav wincestiel dynamic at the moment is sam and cas sort of turning to each other to cope with/fill their feelings for dean, not like a replacement but like a support that becomes more over time. and sam can unpack his shame surrounding the incest and everything else he sees as his "sins" with someone who will earnestly and honestly respond in a kind (if blunt) way.
and then dean is stewing with jealousy and confusion because his best guys are hanging out without him and also keep whispering sometimes when he's around. they're researching and he takes his over shirt off and suddenly sam and cas are whispering behind their books and have their chairs pushed so close together dean could swear cas has a thigh in sam's lap.
i think sam and cas become a little reckless, making out and getting off together in the bunker hallways while dean is holed up in his room or out on a supply run, voices hushed and desperate dirty talk about what they're doing to each other but mainly what they'd do to dean. I reckon as it gets worse they might even fuck in dean's bed (and frantically wash and reset the same sheets to hide it)
and dean... eventually knows. he walks into the hallway and they're pressed up against the wall, clutching and grinding against each other, and he stands there a bit too long, a bit too mesmerised. and he hears them speak about another guy, "i'd bend him right over at those gorgeous hips, get him sucking you off as I fuck him. yeah, you'd like that" and "bet he has the prettiest dick, you'd just go wild for it wouldn't you" and "you'd look so good speared between us, wrapped around from all sides, so lost in it" and dean has to creep away because. well now he's picturing cas and his brother in a gay threesome, and it's causing a situation, and.
he starts watching them more carefully. sulks for a while in that put-upon way of the older brother, because even if there's some kinky threeway situation they're pining for, surely his brother would tell him he was with cas? and dean can see it the more he looks, this infatuation and affection between them. it takes a while though, because this also brings the revelation that its the same way they both look at him, and one time he comes back early from a bar visit. and yeah, he said he'd be out til morning, but his mind was elsewhere and he's home now, bone tired and still ridiculously horny, and dear lord. brother and best friend in his bed.
he meets cas' eyes over sam's shoulder. cas keens, moans dean's name and sam just keeps going until dean hears something along the lines of "yeah, let him hear it all the way in town, so good for us," and "let him know what he's missing, let him see how bad you want it" and then dean's giving in, pressing the heel of his palm against where his dick is straining against his jeans, letting out a strangled noise so close to a whine he'll deny it to his grave.
and only then does sam stop. only then does cas throw his head back and come his brains out. "fuck," dean mutters, caught. only then does he realise cas probably knew he was there every time, that the other guy they were always talking about was him. and it takes every ounce of restraint not to scream, to instead offer a hand where sam is still hard inside their angel. and really, there's no going back after that.
♱ ... dean winchester ... ♱
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"Yeahhh you just like to take it, huh. Fucked so dumb and deep all you can do is drool on my hand."
You moaned against the palm he had pressing against your mouth to muffle your whines, completely immobilized by the press of Dean's body against yours. His mouth was hot against your ear, forcing your eyes to meet his regardless of the strain. His cock slipped into you easily, the angle and your slick making his head catch on your spot with every thrust.
"So fuckin' cute like this. Actin' like a brat when all you wanna be is daddy's little girl."
So this is what you get for acting a little too needy, acting like he doesn't treat you right. You were just trying to have a little fun, coax him into fucking you hard on the couch, but after he didn't bite... then it was personal. All day, making goading comments, acting like you don't have a man that caters to your every whim and whose favorite activity is being nose deep in your cunt. Dean didn't like that very much, but was happy to play dumb enough that you'd get yourself into some real trouble. Fucking spoiled, is what you are.
Your hips bucked, trying to escape the deep pressure of his cock.
"Nuh, uh, sweetheart. This is what you wanted, right? My cock and my attention? Well now you fuckin' got it."
It felt like he was touching you everywhere, his voice sending vibrations through your ear and down your throat. When your feet started kicking up, trying to wiggle free from the stimulation, he widened his legs, locking his ankles above yours to keep you still. All of his body weight landed squarely on you, and the warm hug of restriction slowly soothed your body into submission.
"Yeah, there you go, honey. Not so smart now," he cooed, still bullying your pussy. "Kind of pathetic how easy it is to shut you up, how quick you give in. Just takes a couple inches of cock."
Your eyes rolled back, too fucked out to protest that what he's giving you is a little more than a couple inches. Your mouth went slack in his hand, and feeling your pitiful little gasps against his palm only spurred him on.
"What? Got nothin' to say?"
You moaned, the drool leaking out of your mouth becoming evident when he switched his grip to your neck.
"How about 'thank you, daddy, for treating me exactly how I asked you to.'"
The words came out embarrassingly slurred. You fought your way through, trying to show him you are appreciative of the way he is claiming you right now. Every part of you feels like it's his when he fucks you like this. Not just the position, but the way he's showing you that he'll always give you exactly what you need. His hand snaked around to play with your clit. You felt yourself gush around him, impossibly more pliant underneath his strong body.
"Can you take a little more f'me?"
Without waiting to hear your answer he slid his middle finger in alongside his cock, groaning into your ear when he feels you stretch around him. His long digit rubbed at your spot, as if he wasn't hitting it before, and you felt him smile into your neck at the way you thrashed underneath him.
"C'mon, honey. I'm just givin' you what you asked for. All you gotta do is cum out some of this attitude and we'll call it even."
His fingers prodded at you relentlessly, his cock still shoving it's way it. All the fight left your body when his thumb started circling your clit.
"Yeahhh, that's all you needed, huh? Pussy just needed some of dad's attention." He drew the pleasure from you in pulsing waves, your cunt fluttering around his finger and cock as he fucked you through it. "There you go, honey. Cummin' around dad's cock like a good girl." His thrusts stayed unhurried, enjoying the feeling of your warm, spasming pussy. The only sign he was getting close was the way he started babbling, his filter and restraint completely gone.
"Love fuckin' this little pussy honey, sucks me in all nice even when she's pretending to be a fuckin' brat. Know just what to do to get her all warm 'n welcoming. Need to fuck her more to teach her how bad she needs her dad's cock. She should feel empty whenever I'm not fillin' her up to the brim. Need'a get a little plug to keep her all full've my cum even when I can't be there for her. Gonna breed her nice 'n deep so she can't forget who she belongs to, who she's gotta listen to. I'm gonna-- fuck."
You felt him paint you deep inside, his grip on your neck moving back to lock around your mouth. He fucked back into you, groaning when a little bit of his spend dribbled out.
"Remember how you feel right now next time you try to say I don't treat you right."
Dean's hand didn't move from your mouth, and you had a feeling it wouldn't until he decided he was done with you.
sam getting hit by a sex spell during a hunt but they have to get out Quick so dean and cas throw him in the car and drive off. and it's just sam and cas in the backseat while dean is speeding off towards the bunker so they can piece together a god damn counterspell cuz no one can think clearly enough to figure out where else they're gonna get the materials for it, not with sam writhing and sobbing for someone to please just hold his hand, please, he just needs the contact, just the touch, he can handle himself, but please he just needs—he needs.
of course, cas is weak when sam is begging like that, and he sounds so pained, and his lashes are fluttering, and his lips are bubblegum pink, and he's so god damn desperate. and cas is weak.
so he lays sam out on his back across the seat, one leg over cas' shoulder while the other hangs limply down off the seat, sam's arms bracing against the door so he doesn't accidentally crash straight into it when the car takes a turn a bit too sharply. and cas jerks him off slow until he's dripping with it, and then uses sam's precum to slick his fingers so he can open him up steady. and then he pushes inside and fucks him slow and easy.
he's so weak. he's so weak. he was never going to perform that counterspell. dean wouldn't have either. they both know this, but it's easier for him to blame cas. but dean let him slip into the backseat with his little brother, so whose fault is it? (they both ignore that if cas had offered to drive, it would've been dean in the backseat with sam. and whose fault would that be?)
cas pretends he doesn't see dean adjust the rear view mirror just a touch lower. pretends he can't feel dean's eyes locked onto them instead of the empty road. pretends he isn't burying his face in sam's neck out of some kind of misplaced need to hide him from dean's sight. (sam was never his. sam will never be his. sam belongs to dean, and dean belongs to sam, and cas knows this all too well.) pretends he can't feel sam's head turning to the side and tilting up so he can make eye contact with dean through the mirror while cas rocks into him steady.
he links their hands together and lets sam cradle his head and pull it further into his neck, and he pretends it doesn't feel like sam is only doing it to get cas out of his field of vision, pretends it doesn't feel like he's hiding cas' eyes to make room for dean's. (but cas is the one in the backseat. cas is the one in the backseat. cas gets this.)
would LOVE to do some Smith & Wesson rn. Maybe the start of their relationship, going from hooking up to getting together, and then a few months in they're talking about family and Dean does some digging, finds out he's adopted (he didn't know) and oh, surprise, finds out he had a long lost brother who was also given up for adoption to a Wesson family. Can get into finding out they're Winchesters, getting into hunting, prior deeply buried John trauma. there's so much room for activities. as always, looking for multi-para, semi-lit, smut included, 21+ only. let me knoooooow
anyone interested in a wincest or winkline plot?? preferably semi-lit, multi-para, and trust me, you can't write too much for me, i love exposition and emotion! would like to explore early seasons or even pre-canon, or later seasons, or even post-cage trauma. honestly any era, there's so much with them that's good. or we can hop through all of it if we really vibe! 21+ only, smut included but not the sole point. would be interested in samdean, samjack, deanjack, or any combination therein. i have a few prompts, or i'm happy to write one for us. let me knoooow!
i’ve been thinking about it for like two weeks straight now, and i gotta say, i wish we’d gotten Sam wearing Dean’s ring (for whatever reason) at least once in the show..
maybe Dean hands it over in Skin (01x06);a tiny, insignificant detail to make it easier for Dean to identify if it’s really Sam—an item the Shapeshifter can’t mimic.
he doesn’t quite hand it over willingly; intends to ask for it back the moment the hunts over. he’ll miss the familiar comfort of it’s weight around his finger, but Dean’s not about to bitch about his jewellery like a girl,
so he slips it off without ceremony, presses it into his brother’s open palm without complaint, (maybe muttering a baleful warning under his breath)..
he’s convinced it isn’t that big of a deal anyway,
but the second he catches sight of the ring—his ring—on sam‘s finger, its over, and dean barely catches the groan threatening to escape his throat, twitches in his pants like a virgin teenager that’s newly entered puberty and is pumped full of hormones,
because there‘s something unbearably intimate about it sitting on Sam‘s ring finger, something unmistakably, integrally Dean, carried openly, so casually, on Sam‘s hand. Like it‘s always belonged.
It feels like a mark of ownership—a claim made visible—and Dean comes apart at the thought.
I feel like if Dean hadn't died, sooner or later he and Sam would have actually started a romantic relationship with each other.
They're both over 40, and they've seen so much that no hook-up at a bar would understand them, let alone give them pleasure.
So they slowly start testing their boundaries. Brotherly quick touches become longer and more romantic. Where Sam used to pat Dean on the shoulder while he was cooking dinner, now he lingers on his brother's shoulders, gently massaging them and slowly moving his hands down, hugging Dean's waist and sliding his palms under Dean's shirt. At first he's afraid that Dean will push him away, but Dean just chuckles contentedly and presses himself closer to Sam, while Sam sheepishly buries his face in Dean's neck.
While Sam sits in the library, looking at the news, Dean sits down next to him, then gently tucks Sam's long locks of hair behind his ear and presses a quick, barely perceptible kiss to Sam's cheek. Sam can tell that Dean is nervous. His brother stares at his laptop, pretending to read an article about missing cattle, and Sam smiles, placing his hand on Dean's knee and squeezing it, letting him know it's okay, and Dean relaxes his tense back.
The scariest thing is taking that final step, the one that will finally make it clear that they are more than just brothers, which is why they've been dancing around each other for two long weeks. And finally, on Sunday, when they bump into each other in the bathroom while Sam is brushing his teeth, Dean gives him a long look before he mutters "fuck it" under his breath and cups Sam's face in his hands, pulling him into a minty-flavored kiss. Sam responds immediately, pressing closer to Dean, letting him lick the last of the toothpaste off his bottom lip. And when they pull away, smiling at each other, neither of them feels any fear or anxiety. In fact, everything finally feels like it belongs.
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