fic masterlist
wincest and daddycest. follow the smell of dead doves under the cut :)
sam/dean:
when i'm down on your knees you're how i pray Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 13,703; Warnings: Incest
Summary: It’s not as if Sam doesn’t know what makes Dean tick, after all. He can’t have forgotten all the fantasies Dean has shared with him over the years, even the really nasty, violent ones that flushed Sam's cheeks a glaring scarlet, evoked awed responses like "Jesus, Dean, you’re really into stuff like that?" Dean didn't mind - quite liked watching Sam squirm, actually - and he'd long since accepted that he’d likely never get Sam on board with acting out the more grisly tales buried deep in his spank bank. But then again, Sam is different since he...
Dean still can’t use the words “Sam” and “died” together in the same sentence.
some unholy war
Rating: Explicit; 12,328 words; Warnings: Incest, Canon-Typical Violence
Summary: Somewhere between a bar fight and the end of the world, Sam and Dean learn to take care of each other again.
exit light
Rating: Mature; Word Count: 3,730; Warnings: Incest
Summary: Tonight doesn’t smooth over all the ways their lives are in ruins, hand back all that he and Dean have lost, atone for all the things it’s driven them to. It certainly doesn’t change the fact that one year from now, Dean is going to die.
heart of a dog
Rating: Explicit, Word Count: 2k, Warnings: Incest
Summary: They were supposed to be going to the fucking laundromat. But that was almost four hours ago, and Sam can smell the musty sweat wafting through from where their clothes are still festering in the trunk. He should really have learned by now not to trust Dean, when he insists on his little bar detours on the way - just a quick one, Sammy, don’t be such a little bitch. The thing is, the chances of it being a quick one are always about as slim as Sam’s patience right now; and a quick one always evolves into half the damn bar when a pretty young thing catches Dean’s eye.
Her name is Daisy. Dean’s probably forgotten that by now. He’s definitely forgotten about Sam.
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john/dean and sam/dean:
what it is
Rating: Explicit; 48,258 words; Warnings: Non Con Elements, Incest, Canon Typical Violence
Summary: Everything that has ever gone wrong for Sam and Dean starts and ends with John.
i don't mean to suggest that i loved you the best
Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 1,930; Warnings: Incest
Summary: Dean’s need is a dark pit, a bleak, bottomless thing, and that’s the pull. That’s the lure, for John. People who need the way Dean does, people who want to crawl inside the ones they love and live there forever, they’re easy to control. They’ll do anything for you. John finds that fucking irresistible.
Sam hates his father. But he understands him perfectly.
with new bones in your closet
Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 4,890; Warnings: Incest, BDSM
Summary: It’s almost funny. It’s almost too predictable that Dean would do this for John, be this for John, take his submission to all too literal levels.
destructive love is all i am
Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 604; Warnings: Incest
Summary: Things like this don't just go away.
love is
Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 2323; Warnings: Incest, Non Con
Summary: Love is all you are.
shimmer and rot
Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 3012, Warnings: Non Con, implied CSA
Summary: That witching hour loneliness can eat you alive.
snuff
Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 4552; Warnings: Incest, Homicidal thoughts
Summary: There's nothing good on TV, and Sam's contemplating killing his father again.
the world was so easily won
Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 3153; Warnings: Dub Con Elements, Incest, Violence
Summary: The bites are about five days old now. They’re not healing well, skin-split punctures and raised pinks and purples. Any forming scabs have chafed raw all over again under Dean’s clothes. And Sam’s running his fingers over the worst ones, almost gentle, like a doctor examining an open wound. There’s nothing at all gentle about Sam’s rage-tight mouth though. Nor his mutter of, “I’ll fucking kill him.”
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johndean
toss me a breath when you hold me down
Rating: Explicit; 1624 words; Warnings: Incest, consensual non consent
Summary: It's never been quite like this.
and if you crave it then you know that you are injured
Explicit; 3593 words; Warnings: Non Con Elements and a very nasty John
Summary: He doesn’t even flinch when John’s hand comes down on his thigh. Doesn’t pull away when John flutters his lips over the nape of his boy’s neck and whispers, “Why don’t you let me take care of you?”
when i hear your lips make a sound
Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 2682; Warnings: Incest
Summary: It's a damn risky thing to do, with Bobby asleep upstairs. But Dean never disobeys his father, and he’s horny as all hell. It’s not a prime combination for sensible decision making.
i heard love is blind
Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 12,764; Warnings: Incest; addition of John/OMC
Summary: There are a few shadowy figures on the sidewalk, the night’s offerings left on the shelf. They're all boys, their frames slight and their legality dubious. They look up at the sight of John’s headlights, but he keeps his head forward and carries on driving. He’s seen exactly what he’s looking for just up the street.
The boy is alone. He's a cookie cutter street whore, all mesh and tight pants. John can see the ghostly entrails of his breath, the skinny arms wrapped around his chest like chains. When John winds down his window, the kid steps forward in a tired, non-urgent sort of way. His lack of pretence is appealing.
John checks him over to make doubly sure that he's the right choice. He’s tall. His hipbones jut a little, distorting his tight pants, the waistband flapping over his barely there stomach. His hair is a few shades light of brown; it's short, but chunky and uneven, like he's cut it himself without a mirror. When John peers closer, he can see that the kid's lips are full and pink. That definitely helps. He's not to John's exact specifications, especially with his completely absent bulk, but he'll do. Beggars, choosers, all that noise.
and you learn how to settle for what you get
Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 3,163; Warnings: Dub Con, Incest
Summary: Yet John chooses this, over and over again. John loves Dean more than he loves anything.
sharp teeth, dry heat
Rating: Explicit; Words: 2504; Warnings: Incest, grief (addition of dean/ofc)
Summary: Your world was terrifying, and John knew how hard he was to love.
someone forever warm
Rating: Explicit; Words: 4290; Warnings: Incest
Summary: He takes a moment to enjoy the thought that John has slayed the monster, now he’s come to claim his prize.
trade
Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 771; Warnings: Non Con Elements
Summary: You'll hide from mirrors until the marks fade away.
nowhere boy
Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 2528; Archive Warnings: Incest
Summary: The true meaning of Christmas is family, and all that crap. Everyone always forgets about Jesus. Probably a good thing, Dean thinks, as he adjusts the red ribbon around his neck with its dumb little bow and checks himself out one last time in the smudged bathroom mirror. Jesus definitely wouldn’t approve of what he’s about to do.
quiet room
Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 1878; Archive Warnings: Non Con, Incest, BDSM
Summary: This is what love looks like.
the dark is light enough
Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 3219; Archive Warnings: Incest
Summary: It's hard, with the lights on. Lights on, with his boy so close John can hear his pulse; see the freckles dusting the tops of his thighs, the strip of fine hair from his belly button down to his groin; pert pink nipples on a chest that blushes from the middle out when he's excited, all these intimate details John shouldn't know; but he sits with it, he breathes it in and he lives with it. The closeness; the vulnerability; like an exposed nerve.
Yeah, it's hard, hard to face this. Who they are, what they've become. But John isn't doing it to punish himself. He's doing this for Dean.
yesterday's hymn
Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 1323; Warnings: Non Con; past CSA: addition of original male character
Summary: A bad man doesn't pawn his soul so his son can live.
so many moving parts
Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 7302; Archive Warnings: Incest
Summary: And sure, no one’s actually said the word anniversary, but they've never had a day like this before.
when the stiff wind blows
Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 8625; Warnings: Incest, BDSM
Summary: Dean is in tune with John's patterns and emotions, even some four states outside of their blast radius; and when John withdraws, Dean chases. Dean knows his absence, his distance, when John is not fucking handling it. And somewhere along the way - he learned how to help.
then leave me the bones
Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 6816; Warnings: Heavy Angst, Incest, Dub Con
Summary: John’s moods are like a slow growing tumor. Easy to miss at first. Causing all kinds of problems when it's too late.
stutter
Rating: Mature; Word Count: 1655; Warnings: Incest
Summary: You know there is so much harm Dad could do in these moments, if he were so inclined. He as good as says it himself sometimes, with his quiet promises of I'd never hurt you, Dean, like a pre-emptive hail Mary for his sin.
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johndeanna:
now bleed for me
Rating: Explicit; Words: 3689; Warnings: Incest, Gunplay
Summary: John comes back unsteady, whisky on his tongue, scents of tobacco and cheap perfume clinging to the jacket Deanna loves to wear, because it’s so heavy and big on her, it smothers her like a hug. My dad, Deanna thinks, broken in all the same spots she is, yet so remote. My dad.
i've loved all i've needed, love
Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 4602; Warnings: Incest
Summary: She never seemed to realize that her daddy's a piece of shit. John hates the way she found out.
this dream is for you (so pay the price)
Rating: Explicit; Words: 2,333; Warnings: Incest
Summary: So John comes to her, during that weird time that's not really morning or night, comes to her after they've finished half a bottle of Jack and a pack of Lucky Strike between them, comes to her with everything on his face that sits heavy and acidic in Deanna's heart.
all you wanna do
Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 10,178; Warnings: Incest, Misogyny
Summary: For the prompt: Deanna’s boyfriend gives her a red lingerie set for Christmas that she opens in front of John (optional: Sam). After OMC is sent home with a chastisement, John makes her show them off to him. Or, Deanna has started dating and John is a fucking creep about it.
a simple motion
Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 2353; Warnings: Incest
Summary: But watching her - watching her is different. Watching isn't touching, and there's no law against that.
i'll be your mirror
Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 2551; Warnings: Incest, Misogyny
Summary: The girl in his bed isn’t quite his wife, but in the glowy relative darkness she has room to morph.
one day like this
Rating: Mature; Word Count: 6182; Warnings: Incest, grief
Summary: Sam goes through his father's old photos.
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sam/john
coming up roses everywhere
Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 14618; Warnings: Incest
Summary: Where John wasn't planning to snoop around Sam's laptop, but his boy seems to be hiding something.
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john/dean and sam/john
don't say you need me when you leave and you leave again (samjohn only quietly implied)
Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 8,224; Warnings: Non Con Elements; implied sexual abuse
Summary: Maybe Dad felt the kind of loneliness that ate away at your soul until you lost sight of the fact that you were even alive, maybe Dad needed to grab the nearest willing body and pull it close, close.
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dean/mary
this be the verse
Rating: Explicit; Word Count 6822; Warnings: Big Non Con warning for this one. Additional pairings: johndean
Summary: There are a lot of things that Dean doesn’t tell Mary about her husband. It’s best that John stays 27 in her head forever, like Hendrix or something, young and beautiful and fucked up in a pretty unremarkable way.
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dean/fem!Sam
when the earth moves again
Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 1947; Warnings: Incest, somnophilia
Summary: It was something. Something that felt good; something that some part of him was willing to give her, even if it wasn't conscious, even if it wasn't much. And hell, Sam didn't have much in life that made her feel good.
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sam/fem!dean
hunky dory
Rating: Mature; Word Count: 4917; Warnings: Incest, pregnancy resulting from incest
Summary: Deanna went out this afternoon. For hours. Didn't say where she was going; but it's got to be the first time she's left Bobby's place in weeks. She left her phone behind on the nightstand, in this way that Sam couldn't help but suspect was intentional, because there had to be something about that; had to be something in the way Deanna caught Sam's eye through the window as she was coming back, all slow down the path with Dad's jacket over her shoulders and this tight expression on her face. Something in the way Deanna had sharply changed direction at the sight of Sam, veering off until she faded into the salvage yard and Sam couldn't see her anymore. And it's not that Sam meant to be hovering near the front of the house at the exact moment of her return like a worried parent, but shit happens.
Let her be, son, Bobby had said, without looking up from his scotch and that leatherbound demonology book he'd been annotating all day. Harder you push, the more she's gonna clam up.
It bothers Sam when Bobby talks like that, like he knows Deanna better than Sam does or something. As for letting her be - well, if Bobby knows Sam at all, he's got a strange way of showing it
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john/original male character
safe in the dark (how can you see?)
Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 2492; Archive Warnings: Non Con Elements
Summary: Because maybe there was something about Dad's energy that fizzled with those weary neon lights; and Dad still didn't say much, and Sam still can't read the man's mind, but you don't live for eighteen years close enough to rub up against each others last nerve without learning how to spot when something might be wrong. And theres always something wrong with Dad - he's sour faced and miserable, the cause of that changes day by day - but he'd been so insistent. You don't leave this car, Sammy, okay? This guy's a loose cannon. I don't want him to see you.
Sam had snorted, and Dad had looked at him with resigned contempt; but it had faded quickly, and there'd been that something Sam couldn't put his finger on as Dad had got out of the car. Something about the way he didn't look to check Sam was obeying, something stilted in his footsteps. Something that made Sam log the path he took across the parking lot, register the room number he knocked on. The door had opened, and Dad had gone inside, but it had closed so quickly that Sam hadn't been able to see the guy. The loose cannon.
