heather.

[vincentlauria-archive-deactivat]

i know it’s because his organs were failing him or whatever but having sam cough up blood during the trials is genuinely so good because he’s like ah yes. an expulsion of the demon blood that has festered inside me since infancy :)

[sammy-xw]

[flipse-deactivated20210915]

I win… So I win.

[castielss]

SAM’S SPEECH | SUPERNATURAL S15E17 “UNITY”

[stormbreakers]

“I’m the best.”

[untitled9650]

Wincest • June 2021 •

[rootsmachine]

averno, louise gluck // “pilot” (1.01)

[let-me-be-your-home]

Dean Winchester after a shower. 

[ambiguousdisorderken]

huntercorp!dean appreciation

[femharringrove]

sam and dean + crime couples

[youchoseeachother]

In high tide or in low tide, I’ll be by your side…

[wincestismyguiltypleasure]

It's Wednesday night Amber... what does sweet lil Sammy do when Dean comes home drenched in the last girl's blood? 🤔💉🔪

"Did you fuck her?"

Sam's voice was barely a whisper. His vicious words slicing into Dean's skin like the harsh, unforgiving tail of a whip. Jagged nails digging bright red scratches down the back of his brother's neck as he pulled Dean closer.

There was something cruel dancing just on the edge of his gaze, now. Dangerous and razor sharp. Something terrifyingly similar to the bloody switchblade hiding in Dean's back pocket.

"Why? You jealous, Sammy?"

The older boy's voice was full of mock sympathy when he smiled down at Sam. Fingertips still warm and sticky with his victim's blood as runs them softly over his little brother's pouty bottom lip. Teasing him.

"Of some dead slut? Not a chance," Sam growled, catching Dean by the wrist with an iron tight grip. One fueled only by jealousy and spite. That fierce look in his pretty eyes almost as intoxicating as the look of pure terror Dean had witnessed in the eyes of his latest victim...Sarah? Or was it Stacy?

Fuck, Dean couldn't even remember. Probably because it had been his little brother's name on Dean's lips, not the girl's, when he'd drug his knife across pale, delicate flesh. Like it was every time Dean had the urge to kill.

"You're actin' awfully catty for the slut who's about to beggin' for this dick."

"You're acting pretty cocky for the fucker who's dying to use me like a fleshlight."

Dean smiles, wide and sinister, when his little brother's grip gets tighter. Long, bony fingers digging deep purple bruises into his sore skin.

"Ya think I'm that desperate?" he bites out, tone full of poisonous vemon.

"I know you are, you always want me...after."

Dean fights back a surprised groan when Sam yanks on his wrist hard, guiding his brother's blood soaked fingers back to that sinful mouth.

"Sammy."

Dean's eyes roll back in his head when he feels his index and middle finger slide easily down the length of his little brother's warm, wet tongue. Sam, of course, proving his point with sick joy and enthusiasm as he greedily sucked the blood of off Dean's fingers like he was getting paid for it.

Playful flicks and swirls and damn near pornographic moans almost bringing the older boy to his knees in a matter of seconds.

"Okay, baby. Okay," Dean grits out, using his free hand to squeeze his throbbing dick through the rough denim of his jeans. God, if Sam kept playing this twisted little game, there was no way he was going to last.

"You're right."

Sam hummed happily around Dean's fingers, drool slowly dripping down his chin when he pushed them further into his mouth. Forcing his brother's fingers past the opening of his throat until his eyes were blurry with tears and his lungs were working double time for air.

"Fuck, Sam. I said you win."

Dean knows that his little brother can hear him, but it's clear that he's not listening. And when Sam gags, loud and disgusting, around Dean's fingers, that's all it takes for the older boy's skin to breakout in goosebumps and his willpower to disintegrate.

Jesus. That sound was so fucking hot that it physically hurt Dean. Those wide fearful eyes of Sam's knowingly looking up at him with the kind of innocence and curiosity that Dean craved from his unsuspecting prey.

Fuck, sometimes Sam slid so easily into the part of helpless victim that it made Dean's head spin and his trigger finger twitch.

"Sorry, Daddy."

"Not yet, you jealous little brat. But you will be."

[sweetness-of-sammy]

This is not how Sam expected things to go when John found out about his week long suspension. He expected yelling, some form of the "don't be so fucking reckless" lecture he's heard Dean receive countless times, he expected anything but this.

This being a goddamn spanking, like he's a child. John's staring him down, the words he'd spoken before still echoing in Sam's head, "Over my knee, boy."

"I'm seventeen, not twelve," Sam protests, almost flinching when he sees a dark look come over John's face.

"Now." Stern, loud, terrifying, John's voice makes his knees weak. He complies, settling himself over John's lap, pressing his warm face into the shitty motel sheets.

A squeak leaves his throat as John's strong hands yank his jeans and boxers down in one motion. The first hit has another noise coming from him, quiet and pained. John caresses the sting Sam feels, gentle despite the roughness of John's hardworking hands.

John strikes again, harder this time, louder, Sam's hips attempt to move away, his cheeks suddenly tear streaked. A surprising discovery comes with the movement of his hips, he's hard, very hard and very ashamed.

"You like this, baby boy?" John asks, striking again, Sam doesn't even know what number this would be.

John gently rubs the abused skin, spreading Sam's ass with one hand, lightly grazing his hole with the other. Sam pushes his hips back into John's touch, "Daddy."

"What, baby?"

"Do it again," his voice trembles, muffled from the sheets.

"What was that? Didn't hear you." John's hands continue to stroke Sam's skin, the teasing tone of his voice making Sam melt.

"Do it again, daddy, please," he pushes his ass up, whimpering quietly.

John does just that, the pain going straight to Sam's leaking cock, more tears staining his face. "Let's see how long you can last like this, baby boy."

[sweetness-of-sammy]

Stanford Sammy riding a dildo while wearing one of John's shirts, he stole it just before he left and it still smells of his father, Sammy screams daddy as he comes.

[writinginthesecrettrees]

Currently thinking of Sam and Dean sparring under John’s direction, sneaking fleeting touches and hidden kisses that burn with a promise for later.

They’re not as clever, not as subtle as they think and John sees more than he’d like. Sees the way Dean grins, slow and sensual, when he’s got Sam pinned and squirming under him. Sees the way Sam grinds his hips down when he manages to land on top, straddling his brother and Dean’s hands linger on Sam’s hips for a moment before flipping them again. Sees the way Dean tweaks Sam’s nipples as he skims his hands up Sam’s body, and he wishes he didn’t see the way Sam arches up into the touch.

Worse is at night, when they think he’s asleep, and he listens to gasps and moans and the creaking of the bed next to him, hears Dean whispering “good boy, just a bit more,” and hears slick sounds and Sammy’s high-pitched whine and John can’t stop his mind from filling in the visuals, his living nightmare chasing him into dreams.

[sweetness-of-sammy]

what’s your favorite wincest au? where do you picture them?

I love to picture them on the road, a happily ever after for the rest of their lives. There's no god, no angels, no big bad of the year, it's just Sammy falling asleep with his hand on Dean's thigh halfway to the middle of nowhere. They spend their days hunting and driving, they spend their nights fucking and clinging to each other desperate to never lose what they have. It's never a case of wishing they had a better life, it's always the life they've wanted, perfectly fit together until they go out together like true soulmates.

[sweetness-of-sammy]

I like to think of sam and dean running out of graveyards giggling like idiots, dean's dragging half of sammy's weight because he's drunk and distracted. They're usually being chased by security guards, getting drunk next to a desecrated grave is frowned upon in most towns. Sometimes they're just running for fun, stopping in the woods next to where baby is parked to make out. They're idiots, but they're idiots in love.

[femharringrove]

sam and dean + crime couples

[stargazingbros]

When is subtext… just text?