my favorite kind of wincest is backwater towns with humid days in the shade where they’re both sweating and used to it, boys who aren’t only looking but watching for every new scar on each other’s body. nights alone in separate beds in separate rooms because the place they’re at has the extra space but it’s killing them. my favorite kind of wincest is sound of iron and wine lyrics, their music is so perfect for them. you’re not listening. iron and wine. and. radical face is beautiful for them too. are you listening? give me country brothers who have never belonged, or belonged anywhere for that matter, they definitely don’t prefer the city. fuckin spoon feed that shit to me. i want to feel their endless pining that grows as big as the trees they pass on the long way to the next state. listen, you’re not listening, sam and dean were always meant to be together with nothing else in between, they’ll go swimming in the nearest lake when it gets dark out with the crickets and fireflies around them. they’re not afraid. they love each other. listen, listen, i have all of this stashed in my heart,