#dark!wincest

[cheeseyproship]

Trashy Adult!Dean x Underage!Sammy

[dimplecki]

Dean killing Amy in 7x03 is so fucking dark and delicious. Jealous little psycho serial killer baby...

He tells himself sam has poor judgment, he can't have him feeling romantic affection towards monsters/demons, it ended bad for him almost always which is kinda true; but also it is so fucking obviousss he's jealous and posessive doing this for his own dark sick incestuous reasons. like. 'no sam you won't spare that pretty woman monster. You can't have that little thing all to yourself. I need to dominate every aspect of your life. she's doomed now. I'm not letting you have a say in this. Imma go behind your back and stab that bitch, looking her in the eyes, feeling closer to you as I do it, in a sick, twisted way.'

I'm licking this episode all over I love dark dean so much

[writinginthesecrettrees]

Serial killer John brought his boys up bad, baptized them in blood when they were young and taught them to love the sticky sweet red on their hands. Sammy’s first solid food was barely cooked human flesh, and when his boys kissed over a fresh corpse John laughed and pronounced them married.

[wincestdailyheadcanons]

Wincest Headcanon #22 Sam

supposes most people would

be scared to wake up to a knife,

already covered in blood at their

throat, but Sam knows it's just

Dean, and he knows what Dean

wants. He smiles as Dean pulls

down his pants, and asks; "Who

did you kill this time, baby?"

[wincestismyguiltypleasure]

Warnings: Hematolagnia and a whole bunch of other fucked up shit to go with the erotic, codependent incest. 💋 Please read with caution.

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When Sam turns sixteen he starts asking Dean about sex. And compared to the older Winchester's humiliating experience with their painfully conservative father, it's not nearly as awkward as Dean expects it to be. Thank God. Probably because it was clear that Sam trusted his brother to educate him, and he knew that Dean would never shame him for being curious. (Tease Sam a little, sure, but never to the point of making his little brother feel uncomfortable.) Even when some of Sam's questions were crude and a little bit out there, like "Dean, what's knife play? Have you ever made a girl bleed while you were having sex? Isn't it weird to get turned on by blood?" (Which, in retrospect, were all actually pretty benign inquiries compared to Sam's distrubing internet history. But that was definitely a problem for another day.)

So yeah, Dean's not quite prepared for his doe-eyed baby brother to start asking such odd and invasive questions (fucking internet), but still, he chokes down his comments and answers the best way he knows how. Sammy was just an innocent, inquisitive kid, after all right?

However, when Sam looks up at Dean from his homework one night, all sun kissed skin and endless lashes, and asks, "Would you fuck a girl if she was on her period?" the older boy reaches his breaking point. Just short circuits. And Dean can't bite his tongue hard enough to stop his voice from lowering a few octaves, predatory smirk tugging at the end of his lips when he replies, "Why baby girl? You bleeding?"

"Dude!"

Sam obviously doesn't expect those words to come out of his brother's mouth because he blushes violently; pouty bottom lip caught tight between his teeth as he lowers his head to avoid Dean's heated gaze. "You're such a jerk," he mutters, fiddling with the tattered pages of his textbook. "I was just wondering."

"Oh, don't get your panties in a twist." Dean's across the room, fingers gently combing through his little brother's messy hair before Sam can protest. "I was just kidding," the older boy says, rolling his eyes like this wasn't the weirdest thing that had ever transpired between them.

Fine. Two could play that game.

"You gonna answer my question then?" Sam asks boldly. The blush on his cheeks so warm that he's worried his skin might actually burst into flames as he reluctantly leans into Dean's touch. His not so subtle way of calling a truce.

"Some chicks don't like it," Dean muses, cleary trying to push past the awkward nature of the situation and take pity on his brother. "But if I was with a girl who did, then Hell yeah. I'd fuck her while she was on her period." Dean takes a short pause then, like he's debating whether or not to continue before he says, all low and gritty, "It feels really good, Sammy. Nice n'wet."

He grins down at Sam after that, and the younger boy makes a pained sound at the back of his throat. It's a desperate noise, high-pitched and pitiful, and it does something to Dean that he can't quite explain. Fuck, he wants to hear his little brother make that sound again...and again.

"S'not gross?"

Sam fidgets a little when he asks the question, acting shy all of a sudden, and Dean has to mentally slap himself. Quickly chaining down all those sick, animalistic urges he felt clawing at his guts whenever his little brother got that "I don't know which way is up" look on his pretty face and decided to play dumb.

"Yeah, kinda," Dean admits with a shrug before he pats Sam's cheek fondly and takes a seat next to him at the table. "But that's what makes it hot."

"Oh."

Sam sounds completely humiliated, and Dean's trying his best not to freak out. God, is he trying. But he's also hyper-aware of the bulge in his little brother's sweatpants and how Sam's squirming in his chair, trying to adjust himself. Still unable to look Dean in the eyes.

It was clear that his brother was getting off on this, and Dean should really stop...

"Why the sudden curiosity, Sam?" The question flies out of Dean's mouth with reckless abandon before he can think better of it. But fuck it, right? He and Sam had already said some weird shit to each other that he's pretty sure they'll never come back from. Might as well go big or go home now. "One of your little girlfriends get her period?"

Sam makes a sour face at that, shoving his brother hard at the shoulder as he mumbles something along lines of,"don'thaveagirlfriendDean." It's adorable, honestly, and Dean finds himself about to dive head first, without a life jacket, into dangerous fucking territory.

"Talk to me, kiddo."

"It just-" When Sam finally manages to look up at Dean there are tears in his eyes, voice a little wobbly as he says, "...it sounds hot, ya know? And I-..."

"You what, Sam?"

Dean's heart is beating so hard that it actually hurts, the air around them thick and crackling with electricity as he waits anxiously for his little brother's reply. His jaw nearly hitting the ground when he sees Sam's expression darken; like his brother just flipped a mental switch, going from prey to predator in the blink of an eye. Not a hint of hesitation evident when Sam practically growls, "I wanna watch you do it."

"Do what?"

Dean will hate himself for asking later, he's sure of it. But right now, all he wants to hear is the shameless desire in his little brother's voice when Sam confesses his dirty little secret.

"I wanna watch you fuck a girl who's on her period, Dean." Sam's out of his seat in a flash, impossibly long legs straddling his brother's hips as he settles in Dean's lap. He presses a soft kiss to Dean's neck, wiggles a little against him, all desperate and needy, and Dean swears he's never gotten so hard, so fast. His head spinning when he groans without really thinking, "Yeah, Sammy?"

"Yeah, Dean." Sam's breath is hot against Dean's skin, teeth nipping playfully at his earlobe before he whispers,"and I wanna suck your dick afterwards."

"Jesus Christ, Sammy." Sam whines a little when Dean's grip on his thighs gets tighter. Deep, blue bruises blooming under Dean's fingertips as he leans back to look at his baby brother. "That's fucking gross."

Dean tries to sound disgusted, and he kind of is, but his body betrays him when Sam swivels his hips and grinds down harder against Dean's aching cock. Triumphant smile spreading across those soft, pink lips when Sam hears his big brother curse under his breath.

"Mhmm," Sam giggles, nosing playfully at the older boy's stubbly jaw. And Dean has no idea who this kinky little fuck is that's sitting in his lap right now, but he's NOT complaining. Not when Sam was looking at him like that and telling Dean everything he didn't know he wanted to hear. Stomach twisting into knots when Sam grins again, looking positively wicked as he says, "But that's what makes it hot, right big brother?"

[sweet-sammy-kisses]

Okay but what if AU!Sam and Dean were putting on an act?

What if that version of Sam is really the boy king of hell and he is now free to take control of this new world?

[cleighwrites]

Sucker Love

SPN Fanfic

Characters - Sociopath!Sam x serial killer!Dean 

Summary - Sam and Dean were raised drifting from town to town, left to their own devices regularly by their father who left them to hunt and kill monsters. Little did he know that he was raising two monsters himself. In his own way, Sam is in love with his brother, who has his own ways of dealing with their life. John starts to act suspicious of Sam, but Sam isn’t about to let anything come between his brother and him, not even their own, worthless, father.

Word Count - 1,397

A/N - Beta’d by the amazeballz @impala-dreamer. This part fills my Dark Fic square on my @spnkinkbingo card. 

Warnings - sociopathic tendencies, incestual feelings, murders, audio-voyeurism, pseudo underage (Sam is 16, no sex...yet)

~Sucker love is using someone for sex until you get bored of them~

“Sucker love a box I choose

No other box I choose to use

Another love I would abuse

No circumstances could excuse” - Placebo, Every You Every Me

“Mmm, yes, Dean. Yes!” the slut screamed from the other side of the door.

Dean had kicked Sam out about forty-five minutes ago so he could ride their current town's bicycle. Sam had brought his science book outside with him to work on his homework, but he didn't make it past their motel room's window before he stopped and sat down. As jealous as he was of all the girls Dean fucked, he could never pass up an opportunity to hear the moans and grunts of his big brother as he came inside of them. Sam was a romantic like that.

Dean was his first kiss, for educational purposes only, of course. Dean was the first one, other than himself, to jerk him off. As far as Sam was concerned, Dean really was the only one. The only one that mattered anyway.

Their father had started to get suspicious of their time spent alone together. Maybe he had caught Sam staring one too many times as Dean would be getting dressed after a shower, or maybe he had woken up to Sam wrapped around Dean as they slept. None of that bothered Sam, but the way their dad would fight with him was becoming an issue.

Dean, ever the obedient little soldier-boy, would do whatever it took to appease the man, but would try to keep them from fighting. Sam was never quite able to put anything before his brother, which had grown to include their predominantly absentee father.

“Sam's old enough to stay on his own now; you should be coming with me. Help me on this hunt.” John had been looking directly at Sam the entire time he was talking to Dean.

“Dad, he's still in school, people will notice if he's living by himself in a motel room,” Dean had argued.

John had only glanced at Dean before fixing his gaze back on Sam. Sam gave as good as he got, his glare never wavering, nor the smirk that accompanied it.

“It's just a salt and burn, you don't need me anyways,” Dean had added in an attempt to break the mounting tension in the room.

John couldn't argue that, so he placed his hand on Dean's shoulder and looked him straight in the eye as he delivered his warning, “Watch out for Sammy.” Then he was gone.

That had been two days ago. Dean had been a little more distant than usual with Sam after their dad left this time. He slept in the other bed, closed the door to a crack when he showered, and didn't hack the TV to pick up porn their first night alone like he typically did. Their dad had put a rift between them; Sam had to fix it before it was too late and he lost Dean for good.

The sound of choking called Sam's attention back into the room and his dick stood at attention as he strained to hear the struggle he knew was going on. The scrape of nails on the cheap motel sheets, the soft drumming of fists on hard, toned skin, the final grunt of Dean's orgasm, and finally, the limp thump of a lifeless arm on the mattress.

Knowing it was safe for him to reenter the room, Sam folded his papers and pencil into his book and stood. Before he could open the door he heard the water running, then the unmistakable sound of the Impala down the street.

Sam burst into the hotel room, holding back his scream, “Dean!”

“Sammy, what the-” he stopped himself, listening.

“Dad,” Sam hissed, turning to the bed to find the bicycle laying haphazardly across the mattress, arms splayed out, legs still spread open. “Dammit, Dean.”

Dean's face went chalk-white as he stared at Sam, eyes as wide as saucers. “Fuck, Sammy.” He ran his fingers through his hair and looked at the girl's body. “Fuck!”

The Impala pulled into the parking lot and Sam sprung into action. He ran to the bed, picking the slut's clothes up as he went, throwing them on top of the girl before pulling the discarded comforter over her and turning her head on the pillow; she could be sleeping.

Dean's eyes looked like his heart was going to break, just like his voice did, “Sammy.”

There wasn't time for anything else as the motel room door swung open and their father stepped in. Dean stood ramrod straight, wide eyes glued to his commander. Sam had taken a seat in one of the chairs at the table and opened his book back up to where his homework was still waiting to be finished.

John's eyes scanned the room and landed on the girl tucked into his own bed. “You boys have a party while I was out?” He leveled his gaze on Dean.

Dean tried for a guilty grin, but failed miserably. “I met her down playing pool last night.” Truth, “We didn't get a lot of sleep; I didn't have the heart to wake her up.” Lie.

“Yeah, well, you should know better than to do that sort of shit with Sammy around.” John took a step toward the bed and Dean shot a panicked look to Sam.

“I'm sixteen, not twelve. It's not like I've never seen boobs before,” Sam sneered, succeeding in drawing their father’s attention away from the fresh corpse.  

“That's not the point.” John's voice was hard, and his eyes dangerous when they turned on Sam.

“Dad,” Dean interjected, as always trying to take the brunt away from Sam, which unfortunately, was becoming a regular occurrence.

“What are you even doing here, need a shower before you hit the bar?” Sam was seething, matching John's tone.

“You watch your mouth, son,” John yelled. He jerked as if he'd done something wrong, then turned to look at the girl.

Sam winced, knowing that anyone would have stirred at their outbursts, drunken slut or not. The girl remained unmoving. Dean took a step forward when John reached out to put his hand on the girl's shoulder.

He barely laid his hand on her when he knew that she was gone and jerked it back. He looked to Sam and then launched himself at Dean. “How could you do this?” Sam heard the crunch of bone as John's fist made contact with Dean's face.

“Dad!” Sam yelled from the other side of the room.

“You fucking killed her! Sammy's here!” Punch after punch landed on Dean's bloody swollen face as John pummeled him.

Dean wasn't even trying to fight back, and Sam couldn't take anymore. He dug through his father's army duffel and pulled out his own handgun. It had been his birthday gift that year, but John didn't trust him to keep it himself. The metal was cold in his hand, and the white marble handle shone in the little sunlight that was streaming in through the tacky motel curtain. With practiced hands he checked the cartridge, cocked the barrel, and took aim.

“Stop!” His voice was steady, and he had thankfully not cracked when he said it; his voice still in the process of maturing.

John stopped mid-swing, turning his head to see the gun aimed at him, and let go of Dean. Sam spared a quick glance as he watched his brother slump to the ground, spitting blood from his busted-open lips.

John turned slowly with his palms up, facing Sam. “Now, Sammy.”

“Don't placate me!” Sam's voice was full of rage, but his hands were steady and his aim was true.

“Just think about what your doing, son.”

Dean groaned from his place on the floor as he tried to crawl away. Sam had never seen his big brother afraid of anything in his life. That alone was enough to set Sam's resolve.

“We're in a small room in a crowded motel. Even if you did shoot me, where could you go? What would you do?”

“Sa-my” Dean coughed, his eyes were pleading, probably for him to not shoot.

Sam kept his eyes on his father and the gun aimed while he reached over and grabbed the pillow out from under the slut's head. He doubled it over and held it in front of the gun. “We're gonna salt and burn your bones.”

Then, just as John lurched forward, Sam squeezed the trigger, just like his late father had taught him.

Part 2

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[phoenix1966sbottom]

Hi Phoneix! Do you have any favorite fics discussing the more gloomy, realistic problems between Sam and Dean? Safiyabat's for example (just an example, it doesn't need to be something like that), but non-slash is fine with me. Preferably hurt Sam, and no fixing. Also, if you don't mind, I'm curious what's your idea on their dysfunctional relationship? Thank you! ( I understand this is a fic rec blog, please just ignore my question if you don't feel to answer :)

When I read your first sentence, I immediately thought of Safiyabat for their wincest and gen stories. I haven’t come across many that really focus on the dysfunctional nature of the family relationship as well as their stuff and stays close to canon (there are plenty of serial killer!AUs, etc., for example).

That being said, I have a couple of gloomy ones and ones that just focus on the broken, family dynamic. Hurt!Sam all the way. Heed the warnings where the stories are hosted as there are deathfics in this list, not to mention other disturbing content (also, John and/or Dean are not “good” guys in these stories):

Remember When…by darkroses on Ao3. Sam/Dean, Dean/John. Wincest. John is mysteriously back from the dead and Sam is happy about that until he walks in on his father and Dean. Sam is upset and jealous, so Dean reminds him of times in their past.Sam doesn’t want to think about those times. Dean thinks Sam is playing a game by shying away from him.

Don’t Let Me Know We’re Invisible by mimblexwimble on LiveJournal. Sam/Dean. Wincest. The sex is ambiguous. Sam just can’t cope with the hunting life.

Wild Men Who Caught and Sang the Sun by kroki-refur on adult-fanfiction.org. Sam/Dean. Wincest. Sam is Dean but Dean is not Sam.

What Doesn’t Kill Us by kroki-refur on LiveJournal. Sam/Dean, Sam/John. Wincest. Incest. Heed the warnings on this one! John and Dean use abusive methods to keep Sam in line. (this might be f-locked now)

Talk to Me by darkroses on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest. John walked in on the unthinkable. He never wanted this to happen but he needed answers. He hoped this wasn’t true. He hoped there was another reason.

The Wolf At His Door by goandgetthegun on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest.  Dean wants Sam in every way he shouldn’t, so when he gets an opportunity to have what he wants, he takes it.

The Virgin by darkroses on Ao3. Sam/John (non-con). Wincest. Sixteen year old Sam is on a hunt with his dad, brother, and Bobby. The thing is targeting virgins. John takes matters into his own hands to protect Sam.

And if I show you my dark side by ratherastory on LiveJournal. Sam/Dean. Wincest. Dean will never let Sam go, and Sam knows it. This changes nothing, but it changes everything.

These two are a/b/o by darkroses:

To Have Worth. Sam/Dean. Wincest AU. Dean claims Sam from a young age to be his omega. Sam wasn’t sure how he felt about that. His feelings changed with time. All he wanted was to be worth something. No matter what Sam offered, he could never have what he was searching for.

The Monster in the Shadows. Sam/John, Sam/Dean. Wincest AU. John comes to terms with how to treated Sam after he presented as an omega at the tender age of twelve. He only did what he thought he was right. He can never make up for what he did. He can never change what Sam thinks of him now.

And, finally, a gen one I really liked because it showed how Sam suffered for a decision Dean made (something the show, in my opinion, teases at but never fully resolves. e.g. Dean selling his soul and not really considering what hell he’s condemning his brother to in the process, allows an angel to possess him even though he knows Sam hated every moment of Meg and Lucifer). It goes AU after Dean knocks Sam unconscious and leaves him on the ground in 9X23.

How the Wild Things Start by foolscapper on Ao3. Gen. Sam-centric. "This is where it starts — the brightly lit ring, the screams, the glinting of knives, the baring of teeth. This, right here, is where it begins. Sam turns to Dean, Metatron just a hero’s walk away, and Dean slams his fist into the side of Sam’s face. It will bruise, but that’s not the point. Sam will not face Metatron’s blade and wrath, but that is not the point. The point is, Dean puts Sam’s hands on his chest, the action sickly sweet like perfume left on a tacky, bloated corpse — and then he walks away. He leaves Sam, dreaming black dreams on the ground, just outside of the impala. Baby does not protect him when one of Abaddon’s followers finds him. Baby does not scream for help or look for Dean when the demons drag Sam’s unconscious body away.When Dean leaves Metatron’s burnt-out husk, his bones screaming ecstasy from the kill, he finds Sam gone.“

As for my thoughts on dysfunctional wincest…I’ll put them below the cut so people can skip that if they want.

I started watching the show as it went on the air, so I have had 12 years to mull over all sorts of relationships, etc. Below are my thoughts on wincest in fanon. I am by no means saying it exists in canon or should exist in canon. These are simply my opinions. 

Wincest, to me, was there from the start. You’ve got the father (and one day I will sit down and write out my take on John) who raises his sons as soldiers (I know Sam described them as “warriors” in the pilot, but I suspect the word choice was intentional by the writers. There are rightfully all types of negative connotations to the phrase “child soldier”). Nevertheless, this is how they were raised.

The sons were never given the time or permission to form outside attachments with all the moving around John put the family through. They were taught at a young age to lie, and later to cheat and steal via credit card fraud and pool hustling at the very least (a reason the whitewashing of John’s character in these last few seasons irks me. “I raised you right” was John’s motto? Really? However, that is a discussion for another time)

Dean was given the heavy burden of raising his brother. John stripped him of his childhood and drilled into him to always “take care of Sammy” from a very young age. And that is where I see the seeds of wincest, with the older brother having proprietary feelings for his younger because John placed Sam (literally and figuratively) in Dean’s hands. And, at his end, John placed Sam’s life once more in Dean’s control by urging him to save or kill his younger brother while leaving Sam in the dark about what he knew.

John emphasized family first according to his rules and did not allow them to leave (except, of course, he was allowed to go off and not only father another son, but let that son have the life, including “normal” dad, Sam and Dean ached for). The price of leaving the family (and for college, not to run off to deal drugs, etc.)? Excommunication from the only family/support system Sam was allowed to have. Having made his sons so dependent on the family unit, I wonder if John secretly thought Sam would eventually cave and come crawling back to them (my speculation - nothing in the show overtlypointed to this).

For me, that sealed the deal that Sam and Dean were much like two people trapped on a deserted island, or like siblings trapped in an attic with a parent that was only sporadically present - ripe breeding ground for incestuous thoughts and feelings. No, I don’t for one second see it as a healthy relationship, because the boys were never allowed to know healthy.

Furthermore, Dean was always the controlling partner. I would say to the point of obsessiveness, which is understandable given the pressures that were placed on him by John. In the first season, we get to see Dean isolating Sam from the life he was building outside of the “family”. In “Skin”, he sort of mocks Sam for staying in touch with his friends, making him feel guilty that he is dishonest with them and agrees when Sam rather incredulously asks if he is supposed to just cut them out of his life. By the end of that episode, Sam is resigned to no longer really staying in touch. But Dean, like John, gets to live by different rules. We discover Dean did have a relationship with Cassie while Sam was away, going so far as to break that unspoken rule the family had about not revealing the hunting life to people they aren’t “saving”. That backfired on him, with her ending the relationship. When they meet up again in the first season, he promises to come back to her even though she doesn’t believe they have a chance. He never does return and even ignores Sam’s offer of staying there longer (Sam wanting Dean to have that life he himself had tried to fashion is once again echoed in the promise he extracts from Dean in Swan Song. Notice that when Dean returned from Purgatory [when he was thought dead], he harangued and punished Sam verbally and emotionally for trying for normal once again).

So, the show continued its slow reinforcement of the boys never having successful relationships outside of their tiny family. Sam “fails” at love when almost all his significant others die, and Dean “fails” at love when he is either rejected by them or he feels they are unsafe knowing him (in the latter, he makes one of his unilateral “I know what’s good for you even though this will take away some of your autonomy” decisions and has Lisa & Ben mindwiped. foolscapper did a dark fic au on how that choice played out in the end…ouch)

To me, there is so much fodder to play with in fanon for a twisted, unhealthy relationship with a dark, controlling Dean. Although I read very little written like that, it is my favorite wincest headcanon. This is not to say I don’t enjoy a romanticized version of wincest (because I do very much and it is usually my preferred reading), but, to me, the show enforces an unhealthy, push vs. pull relationship between the two that they will never completely resolve.

As an aside, I also find it almost humorous we all refer to them as “the boys” when they are men (if you take into account their age), as though we subconsciously acknowledge they have not grown up into adults in the conventional sense of the word and probably never will.

They truly are the lost boys doomed to never leave Neverland.