Supernatural/Wincest Things

[sam-and-dean-codependency]

Supernatural Fanfic Masterlist

Below the cut are links to the Supernatural fics I have written. “Series” links go to a series of stories that are connected by a narrative or a theme. “Multi-Chapter Adventures” links go to works that are 2 or more chapters long. “One-Shots” links go to works that are one chapter long.

Series:

Carry on my (Prodigal) Son: Supernatural Prodigal Son AU (Ongoing)

Winkline Bingo 2021: Collection of stories written for Winkline Bingo (Not completed)

Walkernatural: Walker/Supernatural crossover in which Cordell and Sam were twins separated at birth and reunited through some divine meddling. (Ongoing)

Walkernatural Timestamps: Timestamps that I couldn’t place directly within the series (Ongoing)

Henry Winchester ‘Verse: Walkernatural AU where Cordell (aka Henry) and Sam grew up as twins. (Ongoing)

Winwalker: Walker crossover where Dean and Cordell met while Sam was at Stanford and remained connected over the years. (Ongoing)

Sam and Dean Walker: Walker crossover. Supernatural AU where John left Sam and Dean with Cordell and Emily Walker. Non-monster AU. (Ongoing)

Jack Kline Bingo: Collection of stories written for the Jack Kline Bingo (Not completed)

Witch Sam Bingo 2021: Collection of stories written for the Witch Sam Bingo 2021 (Not completed)

The Little Things:  Lori Graves (OC) was raised into hunting after her mother was killed by a werewolf on her fifth birthday. She ends up staying in Austin while her dad is chasing a lead on that werewolf and is welcomed into the Walker home. (Ongoing)

Multi-chapter Adventures:

Insomnia is a Bitch: (WIP). Prodigal Son crossover. Something strange is afoot at Claremont Psychiatric Hospital. And it's only going to get stranger

Impala67 Sent You a Message: (WIP). Walker crossover. Dean Winchester/Micki Ramirez. Explicit.  Micki is under a lot of stress. This is nothing new but she's not ready to throw in the towel and accept the heart attack at 42 just yet so she's trying something new.

It’s Fine: (WIP). Prodigal Son crossover. Jessica Whitly/Dean Winchester.  Jessica has a ghost problem.

A Killer By Any Other Name: Prodigal Son crossover. Walker crossover.  Cordell Walker is accused of twelve counts of first degree murder due to some damning evidence. Problem is, he didn't do it. Liam is determined to prove this so he calls on an old friend, Malcolm Bright, for some help. Meanwhile, Sam Winchester hears of the case and it doesn't take him long to figure out Walker has been pinned for one of their hunts. He can't sit by and watch an innocent man go to jail so he resolves to help in any way he can.

Bonds Broken: (WIP). Walker crossover.  August running away because he’s fucking tired of this family

To: Mr. Bright: (WIP). Prodigal Son crossover. Wincest. Serial Killer AU.  Sam and Dean Winchester are notorious serial killers and Malcolm Bright is their favorite investigator. Warning: Graphic deaths.

Cry For Help: (WIP) Walker crossover.  Cordell knows something is off about how his wife died but he's not quite sure why. He turns to the internet in his time of need and finds an unexpected source of help.

It’s Probably Nothing: (Complete) Walker crossover. Cordell Walker/Dean Winchester. Mentions of Wincest. Post-series. AU where Sam died instead of Dean. Warning: Kidnapping, Brainwashing, Rape. 

“Listen, I don’t know who you are. I don’t know who Sammy is or why he left you but I’m not him.”

“Don’t worry, Sammy. I don’t know what happened to you but I’ll get you fixed up. You just need to remember me, that’s all. It’ll be okay. Dean's here now.”

Home: (WIP) Walker crossover. AU where the Walkers are hunters. 

Normal: (WIP). Walker crossover. Post-series. 

Sam just wanted to have a nice Valentine's Day with his brother but Dean takes his plans the wrong way. Feeling a little fed up with Dean's inability to just LISTEN sometimes, Sam leaves and finds comfort in the home of a friend he met a long time ago.

When Geri brings her friend that no one has ever met nor heard of before to the ranch, the Walker family isn't really sure what to do with him. But she insists on housing him there and the more they learn about Sam and why he's there, the less they want to argue.

One-shots:

How to Take Care of Your Brother: Part 1: Wincest. s01e01 coda. Dean asked Sam for help and he couldn't say no. Neither of them ever could say no. 

How to Take Care of Your Brother: Part 2: Wincest. s03e11 coda. Over 100 Tuesdays. Over 100 ways for Dean to die. Over 100 mornings waking up to see Dean alive and well. One Wednesday after another, constant reminders that his brother was dead, dead and gone and probably roasting in hell and there was nothing he could do about it.

How to Take Care of Your Brother: Part 3: Wincest. s02e15 coda. He waved his hand again and Dean prepared for an attack. But nothing happened. No monster, no earthquake, no reveal that he knew Sam and Bobby were on their way in. Nothing. So what- 

“Dean?”

How to Take Care of Your Brother: Part 4: Wincest. s03e02 coda.  A conversation with Lisa sheds light on a few things.

How to Take Care of Your Brother: Part 5: Wincest. s03e08 coda.  Sam wants to make up for bumming on out Dean's last Christmas. Things take an unexpected turn.

How to Take Care of Your Brother: Part 6: Wincest. s01e11 coda. 

Alibis: Walker crossover. Liam Walker/Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester. Explicit. Liam gets huslted in a game of pool and he needs to find a creative way to pay up.

Just to be Sure....: Walker crossover.  Sam and Dean roll into Austin for a case and come across a (scarily) familiar face.

[italwayshadtobeyou]

@whumpgifathon | Day 10 (alternate): "self-inflicted injury" | Sam Winchester keeps feeding his blood to an enchanted safe in Supernatural 10x19, "The Werther Project."

[beybuniki]

let's do research with papa

[anarqueeen]

Maybe I'm not mentally ill and I'm actually just feeling anxious and guilty because I'm evil inside

[rsquared314]

[callistosam]

[headtraumasam]

sam winchester + knife/weapons pointed at him

↳requested by anonymous

3x03 "Bad Day At Black Rock" / 3x14 "Long Distance Call" / 4x09 "I Know What You Did Last Summer" / 4x21 "When The Levee Breaks" / 6x06 "You Can't Handle The Truth" / 8x06 "Southern Comfort" / 10x02 "Reichenbach" / 12x02 "Mamma Mia" / 13x11 "Breakdown"

[majordemonblockpartyy]

against all odds, sam winchester does not die young and bloody. (or, rather, he does; over and over again, but it just never seems to stick.)

so sam celebrates his fiftieth birthday, and his sixtieth birthday, and his seventieth birthday, and really, this is getting ridiculous.

dj is home for four weeks one summer ("you should get hazard pay for that job of yours," his dad grouses every time dj regales him with tales of the modern middle school classroom) when his dad says, "think it's about time you help me clear out some'a this junk, so you don't have to do it all yourself when I'm gone."

dj feels his heart jerk in his chest. he knows the statistics; that men on average live to be about seventy-five, and that his dad's got risk factors he's never given dj a straight answer about. scars that never saw the inside of a hospital; bullet wounds, plural. hell, who knows; probably exposure to radioactive waste or crazy volatile chemicals, the sort of thing you'd see commercials for class action lawsuits about. his grandpa john died young, some kind of sudden cardiac collapse. but sam winchester is an institution. a behemoth. he'll never die, not really.

his dad's a stubborn old man down to his very bones, though, so dj spends hours sorting books in the library, and moving boxes in the garage, labeling totes and rifling through file folders, and all the other myriad things his dad wants. they load up dj's honda and take several trips to the good will, a few to the scrapyard, two to the antique dealer and furniture restoration specialist dj sorta thinks his dad might've had a thing with back in the day, and one to the household hazardous waste collection center. dj's touched goddamn near every single thing in his father's house. everything but the big old footlocker tucked away at the back of the closet.

"it's nothing you'd want," his dad says with that wry smile, the one he always wears when he's got a secret tucked in his cheek like a piece of hard candy. "and it's personal, deej. no passports or birth certs or deeds hiding in there. just... mementos. a couple lifetimes' worth of junk that somehow manged to make the trip every time I moved."

and... it is mostly junk, when dj cracks the padlock off, still wearing his sober black funeral suit (thank god his dear departed dad kept four pairs of bolt cutters in the garage and one in the trunk of his car).

an old flannel shirt, soft and worn thin in the elbows, the red faded pinkish from a million trips though the washer. a ring of keys that don't open any doors in the house. a pair of kansas license plates that expired back in '06, an unimaginably ancient year. a bunch of old school ID cards for dad and his brother, dozens of them shuffled together in an old tin box the used to hold electrical splicing tape. (dj has the laugh at the mullet his dad was rocking in the early '90s, the long over-gelled daytime tv heart-throb bangs his older brother — dean senior, dean the first— sported back then.)

receipt papers with unfamiliar designs scribbled on the backs and old brochures and brittle, yellowed newspaper clippings leaving acid stains on the folder they're tucked inside. a library copy of the collected works of vonnegut, absconded from a high school in battle creek, michigan. old leather bracelets, the knotted kind you're supposed to leave on until they rot off, wrapped around a black jelly bracelet. beer bottle caps, flattened into misshapen coins. an old winchester repeating arms belt buckle, cowboy logo dark with tarnish and age, attached to a belt whose cheap pleather strap flakes off on dj's fingers. a dark green hoodie with "HURON HIGH SCHOOL MATHLETES" on the front and "S. WINCHESTER" across the shoulders in cracked white vinyl letters. a navy blue bandana with a crusted brown stain gluing the folds together. (it smells like iron when dj tries to peel it apart.)

a box of four- and five-leaf clovers, each one carefully pressed and dried, easily a hundred of them, piled neatly in an old peanut brittle can. a pocket knife with DEAN carved into the casing in crooked, spikey letters. a red plastic whistle on a lanyard, like a lifeguard might use. a keyring with a silver bullet dangling from it. an index card labeled "LAWRENCE HOUSE" in sharpie, folded in half and taped at the edges into a makeshift envelope, filled with grass clippings that scatter all over dj's lap and the closet floor when he finally rips it open.

polaroid pictures, faded blues and oversaturated pinks distorting the faces of people dj only knows by sight. his grandparents. uncle bobby, who "wasn't really our uncle, but if you'd've told him that, he'd've kicked your ass." dean. there are others — better pictures, from cameras and phones; the dark-haired man whose commitment to being photographed repeatedly in a trench coat stems either from a strong personal sartorial philosophy or a complete lack of sense, fashionable or otherwise; the redheaded women, one tall and one tiny; the boy with the sunshine grin — but there are so many photos of dean. dean, and his dad, and dean-and-his-dad frozen in time throughout the years, moving and sitting and standing as a unit, without a sliver of space separating them.

dj had asked his dad over and over as a kid, how come he didn't have a brother or a sister, and his dad always got that little half-grin that it took dj almost two decades to realize wasn't a smile for him, but for the man he reminded his father of whenever he used that tone.

"because you're dean winchester, and you're destined for great things," he'd say every time dj asked. "and as an expert on the subject, I can assure you that one dean winchester is more than enough winchester for your generation."

[2ten6]

[killedbythecat]

the bunker has a record player 🎶🎸💿

[syzygy-yzygy]

If your friend is struggling, the signs might not be obvious. A cry for help can take many different forms. Try checking in on them if you hear them express any of the following sentiments:

I miss Supernatural

I should rewatch Supernatural

Supernatural was such a good show

I hope they make more Supernatural

[normalbrothershow]

Ruth panel

Question about Sam & Rowena's relationship, and "why was Rowena so maternal to Sam but not to Crowley"

Ruth: "It's interesting that you see it as maternal", how she thinks that the reason people view it like that is because Rowena is older than Sam & Dean and a woman. But that it wasnt maternal. Rowena and Sam's relationship was not maternal, they were "peer survivors", on equal standing, who both went through something horrible with Lucifer, and through that connected with each other. That they were two people who understood each other and that "they had a soft spot for each other".

And also that Rowena was still a Crowley's mother, and acted like a mother, but not in a traditional mommy way. But rather like "be a bloody king" and trying to steer him, like a strict mother with expectations. But also that after Crowley died, she showed more of her "maternal" side through the grief and wanting him back.

[icarusofathousanddays]

I think legally everyone should have a Winchester Sister OC™ but if they're just a SamDean clone or cheerleader then you get sent to jail

[notevenalittle]

today's meme crop is the sam varietal, eat up

[notevenalittle]

you are so lucky, you don't even know how lucky you are, that today's memes are rowena herself

[miraclerizuin]

Supernatural season 4 episode 18, “The Monster at the End of This Book” 04.02.2009

The Monster at the End of This Book: Starring Lovable, Furry Old Grover by Jon Stone, Little Golden Books, 1971

(transcription & Thoughts below)

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[according2thelore]

someone tries to break into the impala but The Narrative prevents them. someone comes drunkenly out of a bar and sees a spit-shined '67 impala double-parked across the road? are you kidding me?

someone who rehab-ed that thing must be loaded. they've never seen one in that condition, ever.

they stumble across the abandoned two-laned road, and peer in the smudge-less windows. across the front bench seat is an open book, motel keys, and someone--oh shit--someone has literally left their wallet. it's not even close to being hidden, just lying innocently on the driver's side, plump and worn.

their eyes skip across the street to the bar, loud and tangled with the din of laughter and music. it's playing some ozzie track now, but no one comes out. only one small tangle of people stands off to the side of the entrance, sharing cigarettes and talking loudly. they're not looking. they're not even directly facing this direction.

they grin.

what follows is the most infuriating set of robbery attempts possible. they start by trying the door handle--all four--but they don't budge. they try the trunk. nothing. randomly, they try the hood, same thing. okay. they try the slipknot technique with the string of their hoodie. they find a handy wedge of wood, and try to pry the doors open that way--all four, nothing. they curse loudly, wishing that they'd brought a coat hanger to the bar tonight. they attempt something similar with an unspooled piece of chicken wire from the fence a few hundred yards away, but it's not flat enough.

finally, they pick up a rock. it's a goddamn shame, given the beauty of the thing, but they've been left no choice at this point. if the owner is stupid enough to leave a clearly full wallet on the bench, they need to be taught a lesson. maybe it's some stupid kid and this is daddy's car. hopefully daddy beat 'em blue if the car comes back trashed.

they heft the rock in their hand, about the size of their fist, a solid piece of broken-off concrete. they rear back, and throw.

the rock bounces off the driver's window, and sails directly into their head, knocking them to the ground.

ten minutes later, two guys come out of that same bar, and the would-be thief (now with comically large bump) takes cover because holy shit those guys are huge. they walk right up to the car and open the door without unlocking it. like it was never locked, at all.

oh there it is, the shorter one rumbles happily.

dean, you gotta be more careful, man, the taller one says, as he slides right into the passenger seat.

c'mon, the shorter one replies. no one's ever taken shit from baby.

[sammysodatimes]

rowena macleod in 13x12, various & sundry villains