I love the thought of Sam’s pain tolerance being disgustingly high after the Cage, I know it’s practically canon but it’s so fun to think of Sam getting his his lung punctured by one of his several broken ribs after a fight and when Dean asks him to rate the pain he says maybe a 4. Getting shot and stabbed are 1’s. Nothing a human can do seems all that bad anymore after getting your skin peeled off and then have boiling oil poured on the muscles under it.
I feel like we don’t acknowledge enough how impressive it is that sam single handedly cured that virus at the start of season 11 and saved that town all while being actively infected himself
you need to understand that i have two sets of headcanons. there's the set of realistic headcanons based on my genuine reading of the show, and then there's me playing pretend with my dolls.
okay. ...what about omega/omega wincest headcanons? do you have any favorites? ^^
Oooh yes!
Here's some mostly Weecest/Weechester ones because I've been in a mood lately:
Early signs of Dean being an omega are his nesting instincts being super strong and stealing both Sammy's and John's clothes to weave into it.
Early signs of Sam being an omega is that he won't get into bed or wear clothes unless Dean scents it thoroughly first to make it smell like him. Being around Dean's scent always calmed and comforted him in a way nothing else did.
Once John figured out Dean was an omega and that he was bonded to Sam and vice versa, he stoked Dean's territorial omega instincts around Sam to encourage him to protect Sam even more. This DEFINITELY came back to bite him. Literally. Once he learned his mistake, he forcibly scent-bonded Sam to him to get Dean to stop growling at him every time he rose his voice at Sam. It helped some, but Sam never forgave him for forcing the scent-bond.
Dean will purr and purr and purr when Sam is sick or hurt until he is better or he is hoarse, just like a cat will.
The first time Dean goes into heat, it also triggers Sam's early. And even though Dean was feverish and stomach sick, he helped poor Sammy by putting his whole fist up into him to simulate a knot until John can get home.
Sam has NEVER omega trilled around John. Ever. John thinks he doesn't know how or can't. Dean knows otherwise because when it's just the two of them, Sam will make the prettiest lilts and hums just for him.
John hated when Dean became a bigger than average omega; made him harder to use as monster bait.
After Dean first presented, he started getting dreams of feeding Sam his omega milk. Sometimes in the dream he looks like a pup and sometimes he doesn't. He will take this to his grave.
Even after Sam presented, he never had strong "omega instincts" towards pups. This is because he likes being Dean's pup too much to ever want one. (This only really changes when he meets Jack and adopts him and Dean hates it.)
Dean hates wearing scent blockers and barely tolerates suppressants, he hates the way they make him feel and prefers going au naturale. Sam, on the other hand, begged John to get both blockers and suppressants for him as soon as it was medically safe.
Both boys got really good at being in the middle of a hunt or research while in heat because of John's training (when money was too thin to get suppressants).
Sam smells like sweetgrass and buttermilk. Dean smells like motor oil and pie crust and berries, but the berries smell stronger only when he is with Sam. Dean smelled like something burnt for months after Sam left for Stanford and it made John always keep a window open in any motel or car they were in. John didn't smell Dean's tart berry smell again until they saw each other again in season 2 and he knew it was because Sam was there.
Sam feels embarrassed and ashamed about how tall he is for an omega. He feels it's just another way he is broken and a freak. He tries to make up for it by acting meeker and gentler than he naturally is around people.
When they were young, neither of the brothers could stand it when a strange alpha got near the other. They'd start growling and glaring and stinking up the place and hovering close until the offending alpha went away. Secretly, they both loved when the other got jealous and protective even if they outwardly teased and spoke out about it.
The one person who would be less responsible than Bear with the one wish willow would be Dean. He would wish “I hope Sam never leaves me” and we would get a horror movie about Sam and Dean slowly fusing together
Sammy had always been overly clingy with his big brother. Despite being too old for tantrums, he nearly threw a fit anytime Dean left him alone for more than an hour. Sulking and pouting once he returned. Milking the hell out of those big brown puppy-eyes he knew his brother could never say no to.
One of Sammy’s favorite things to do was climb into his lap. Perch on one of Dean’s strong thighs while he read or watched tv, sometimes just to be close. To feel the warmth and sturdiness of Dean’s embrace. He’d bury his face in the crook of his big brother’s neck and sigh: content in knowing only Dean could make him feel like this. Soft, happy, safe and at peace.
He’d shower with Dean more often than not. Giggling innocently at his soft, gummy dick when Dean wasn’t paying attention. Only to turn around and huff anytime Dean teased him about his, complaining it wasn’t fair. De was older! He’d soon drop it though, because Dean would massage shampoo into his hair or begin gently scrubbing him clean. Using whatever scented soaps Sammy begged for this time.
Sam loved to wear his clothes. Even though 99% of his wardrobe consisted of Dean’s hand-me-downs, it was different when he wore his current clothes. Dean’s shirts and hoodies would be perfectly too big. His sweatpants like blankets around Sammy’s skinny legs. Warm and comfy and covered in his brother’s scent. He relished in how affectionate Dean got whenever he found his baby brother in his clothes. Like a little kitten purring because it was being nuzzled.
He loathed when someone else gave Dean attention. It was no secret his big brother was handsome, but he wasn’t just handsome. He was dreamy like the old movie stars they’d seen in the occasional late-night noir film on some forgotten tv channel. Most importantly? Dean was his. He’d shamelessly interrupt whatever interaction Dean was having, whether it be with a girl or another boy. He’d tug on his sleeve, sprawl on his lap, or hang off of him like a pouting lemur. Whining and huffing until he gave Sammy his undivided attention.
He just couldn’t help it. De was his! Nobody could love him or know him how Sammy did. The same way nobody else loved or knew Sam the way Dean did. Regardless of how annoyed or irritated he got because of it, Dean never pushed him away. That was always the victory Sam flaunted to whatever stranger that thought they could have his brother. See? De’s only mine.
Every night, he snuggled right up next to Dean. Buried under whatever motel blankets they shared this go around. Sammy would laugh quietly in the dark, a soft little tinkling sound, at Dean’s murmured jokes or soft tickles. They’d whisper so closely their noses touched. Talking about anything and everything. Savoring the quiet moments when the whole world was asleep, except for them.
Dean always cuddled him closely. His strong arms around Sammy like he couldn’t tolerate any space between them. He loved it, burrowing into his big brother’s hold like it was the only place he belonged. Specifically when Dean held his back to his chest and spooned his smaller body. Sam would tuck their bent legs together and hold onto one of Dean’s arms while they slept.
It didn’t matter to Sam when they both got a little bit older and they didn’t have the safety of being young boys anymore. He ignored every weak, feigned protest from Dean.
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