#imaginings.spn

[05-02-1983]

john winchester was really cruising around US backroads in that fuckass truck looking unshaved, teary-eyed, and mournful, concealed-carrying and not-so-concealed-carrying. sitting in diner booths alone in rugged workwear and scribbling notes in a journal, saying thank you, sweetheart, when the waitress tops up his black coffee. he'd be stone cold sober in bars after five shots and the only indication he's had any would be his rambling praise about his two beautiful boys, and then before you know it he's hustled someone at the pool table into debt. flashing that cig-stained smile when he wins, giving a short and snappy salute that hints at some type of service long ago, but you never see it when he leaves. one moment there and the next moment gone.

[05-02-1983]

sam scooting over close to dean on the bench seats in the impala on cold days and the heater is out. sam's shoulder pressed against dean's in the car. reaching over to grab something from dean's door side. hands down dean's pockets when he is driving to grab an old receipt. sam tickling dean's right side in the impala. sam with his shins against the passenger side door as he lies flat on his stomach sucking dean off. dean's hand in his hair, trailing down his spine, petting his lower back where his shirt rides up. sam cockwarming his brother with his mouth as the engine roars. sam pulling off with a pop and dean patting the side of his face, then wiping drool from sam's chin with his thumb

[05-02-1983]

just thought about dean threatening to kill himself and waving a gun around, and sam desperately trying to talk him down, and he is begging and he is trying so hard to sound nonthreatening, but he is scared too, and then dean starts threatening sam and shoves sam against a wall with a gun to his head and sam is holding up his hands and squeezing his eyes shut and telling dean he does not want to do this, and dean cocks the hammer and sam full-body flinches, and dean shoves the muzzle under sam's chin and a few tears slip down his face and drop on dean's hand and sam actually whimpers. then dean kisses sam and sam doesn't kiss back but screws up his face and tries to shrink away a bit

[05-02-1983]

weirdcest (weecest adjacent) im imagining:

during some late summer dean has a friend with benefits. she's a sporty kinda flirty, opportunistic, chill girl who has fun having sex with dean while fully knowing he's leaving and it's nothing serious. they casually talk and hang out a lot (usually while smoking weed), and they're insistent to everyone that they're just friends.

dean's like 19, sam's 15. sometimes they'll go out for a slushee and then drop sam off at home or the library so they can fuck. but it's chill and fine between all of them; just a long lazy late august heat with nothing to do.

at some point dean suggests her having sex with sam, after some lazy conversation during a smoke sesh about how cute sam is. a few days pass and she gets with sam and later on she brings it up while hotboxing and dean's like yeah? tell me more. and she describes how pretty and good sam is, and dean's kinda chubbing up in his jeans, and at some point she's on his lap and they're making out and dean's hands are wrapped around her hips, guiding her ass down onto his hardon as she whispers into his ear about how sam's like during sex. dean can barely get words out but he kinda grunts at the right moments to keep her talking, and at some point she giggles and is like, holy shit, is this turning you on? thinking about me fucking your baby brother? and dean doesn't wanna say it out loud but his pupils are blown wide with the high and arousal and he grips her ass hard enough to hurt and she's like, holy shit it is, and she laughs and continues all sultry-like, describing the sounds sam made as she sucked his dick, getting off on the idea that dean's getting off on the idea of his little brother. it's so dirty and she's all on board with it and thinks christ, these boys are messed up, i'm so fucking lucky, and she's so wet it's soaking through her denim shorts.

dean has the greatest orgasm of his life as she whispers sammy's name in his ear after describing how sam came. later, she suggests a threesome with all of them and dean tells her to fuck off. the next week, the winchester boys leave town and she never sees them again.

[05-02-1983]

sam n dean beach time with @impalaphilia

dean throwing a bucket of water at sam and giggling and running into the surf

the sand is a sensory nightmare for sam

dean sticking a handful of sand down sams shirt - sam's outraged yelp

dean shirtless and sam wearing a rash guard. sam not taking off his shirt bc hes self conscious about his body :) but his hard nips through stretchy fabric

sams trying to put sunscreen on dean after putting it on himself but dean is like nah. dean gets the worst sunburn ever

dean will help sam put sunscreen on his back but hes not wearing any

sam slapping his hand on dean's sunburned back and dean screaming

both boys so incredibly pale

sam grimacing as he sits in the sand while dean is flopping in the water. deans making stupid noises in the sea and sam is doing that lovesick smile thing he does. squinting in the sun

finally dean annoys sam enough ( drags sam ) into the water and they splash each other and horse around

dean is totally terrorizing sunbathing girls but sam is the one who gets hit on without trying. the lifeguard tightened her bikini for him meanwhile dean's getting empty white claw cans thrown at him

dean getting invited to beach volleyball and a hotter guy absolutely spiking that shit into his face while sam lounges under the umbrella drinking a beer and laughing at him

a girl asks dean to get her and her friend a drink and by the time dean trudges back from the food stand theyre gone

sam's rashguard. dean whining at sam to take it off. sammmm you're never gonna tan like that sam cmon why are you some kind of prude now sam sammm sammmyyyyyyyyyy. take it offffff. you look like a virgin sammm you look like a doucheee. and the rash guard is a white turtleneck with aqua green palm tree pattern sleeves. it is really ugly

also dean parking the impala realllllly far away so it doesnt get the sea air and sand near it lol. making sam beat all the sand out of their clothes before getting back inside lmfao

sam whining in his bad flip flops as they walk back (deans wearing his regular shoes with no socks). my feet hurt all grumbly

one of sam's flip flops got lost in the sea. salmon pink flipflop from the gas station bobbing up and down on the waves. dean, heroically: dont worry sammy i got it. cue dean badly flopping around NOT getting it. he cannot swim that far there's no way. "im not going after a stupid girl shoe anyway". sam crying laughing. he's like fully doubled over in tears sobbing wheezing

theyre old man. their first vacation in years. maybe post chuck too.

dean's standing in the water just struck dumb and falling in love all over again.

sams trying to read a book under an umbrella. dean splashes around and flirts with younger girls and eventually tires himself out, falls asleep in the sun next to sam. sam puts a towel over him so he doesnt burn. dean snores really loud. sam is very fond looking over at him. for the first time in so long sam feels almost peaceful. and dean obviously feels peaceful because he's passed out next to sam. like their beach bag has their guns and ammo and ruby's knife obviously but still

someone walks by while sam is arranging the towel over dean and talks to sam assuming that dean is sams husband

dean trying to fly a kite. really failing at it too. string gets all tangled. and sam is like youre doing it so wrong. dean accidentally knocking a kid over in the water, and sam apologizing for dean.

sam and dean gettign recruited to help rebuild a sandcastle that dean accidentally walks through. sam taking it all seriously and making it really good

some younger smoking hot guy hits on sam and sam gets super flustered. stammering and EVERYTHING and dean gets territorial. "you got a problem?" dean is pudgier now and the hot guy is shredddedddd. slinging na arm around sam's shoulders like heyyy are you talking to sam? (threateningly jovial) and the guy is like oh sorry dude didnt know he was taken and dean just says he's my little brother (threat) and the guy is now confused. cue dean slamming back a few beers and closing the cooler lid really hard. sam looks back at hot guy. dean notices, muttering cheater under his breath and sam's instinctively like WHAT? NO. and then he squints and he's like dean, <- in That sam voice. sam then defends himself by saying hes not my type!!!!!! also did you see him? he was probably, at best, 24! dean, slightly less meanly, is like. "cradle robber." sam: and im not gay! you know that! dean gives an "i dunno about that" evil sideye. coughs really loud and calls him a fag. and sam is like ok so were you begging me to let you hit last night or was that just my stress induced nightmare.

cue group of gays who walk by and whistle at sam and wink and sam exasperatedly sighs and deans like vibrating like a chihuahua see? see!! deansam argument gets a little loud and the passerby are like ope. theyre fightinggg. some older women are like wow theyre just like me and my husband. sam finally just says. you want fish n chips. and deans like. yeah i want fish n chips. and then they flirt idiotically over dinner at a picnic table. stealing each others food. dean forcing sam into trying deans weird sauce mixture. sam's like you're disgusting and dean's like ok well you're uptight. dean gets a massive ice cream cone and sam doesnt but sam keeps looking at it finally asks for a lick and then they share the rest while dean smirks at him.

sams complaining there's sand in his jeans and now they have to do laundry and dean is already drooling over the idea of sam standing in the laundromat in his underwear, which is dean's favorite thing,

they pass out to nascar on the bad motel seaside tv

they have a hunt the next day and it's back to the bloodshed and everything. massive fight and life or death and all tense awful toxicity. in the middle of it all, sam is so angry at dean for violating him once again he is staring out the passenger window, theyve been drivibg for five hours in the dark and silence, and sam finds sand in the crevice of the doorhandle and nearly bursts into tears. btw dean is still sunburned so hes extra on edge

the beach day. sam holding the memory like a promise to get thru the bad days.

[05-02-1983]

whatever

[05-02-1983]

thinking about sam winchester buying a pack of glow-in-the-dark stars but he doesn't have anywhere to put them since he doesn't live in one place long enough

[05-02-1983]

post john's death, sam thinking about john and closing his eyes and holding the image of him and focusing hard on every detail, every shift, every breath, every word he has said and every deed he has done, until it sickens him, until his memory of john sours his stomach, missing him and disgusted with him and loving him