#post-stanford

[wincester-oops]

Sam's back from Stanford, but that doesn't mean everything's ok. The boys still have a lot of issues to work out and when a curse finally makes them confront their problems, Sam finally gets the punishment he 'deserves'. ——–————— HOTHOTHOTHOTHOT. SO HOT.

[sam4ean]

I love your pre-series Wincest headcanons, but do you have any thoughts on post-Stanford? Either how it starts back up again, or how they find their way to it after years of repressed longing?

hii!! thank you haha, I do be writing a lot of pre-series but I do have a lot of thoughts post-stanford too!!

I think a lot about s1 era when it comes to them kinda getting close again. One of my favs of reuniting in their weird relationship, jealousy. From growing up used to being all over each other to their separation, and Dean finding out Sam had a girlfriend he lived with, he kept his distance. Maybe Sam wouldn't feel the same way or would find anything disgusting now. He wanted out that life, right? All of it? So Dean goes and sleeps with women as usual and pretends to not notice when Sam glares at the ladies he slips away with. Or how annoyed Sam got when Dean returned the morning and smelt like sex and perfume. Chalking it off to Sam being upset to not getting laid.

Until Sam scares off one of the girls Dean planned to go home with and Dean confronts him, asking whats his problem. Sam grabs Dean and kisses him, hard. Both lucky to be in a random shitty dive bar with people who didnt know they were brothers who just kissed. Dean takes a moment to process, like what the fuck? Why would Sam do that, here of all places? Is he crazy? One too many beers deep?

"It should be me."

"What? Sammy– Why did you‐?"

"I hate seeing you with these random women, Dean. Have you ever considered how I feel? Did the past ever mean anything to you?"

Dean is shocked, growing irritated.

"Sam, you left. Had a girlfriend. Didnt lay a finger on me when we started hunting again. What was I supposed to think, huh?"

Sam was upset, angry and unfortunately understood what Dean meant. What he was feeling. He can't blame him.

"God, Dean you're so stupid! I left hints!"

"Hints? What, telepathically? Sorry, Sam, I dont read minds."

"This is exactly what I mean."

It takes a few more back and fourth arguing before Dean finally grabs Sam's hand and drags him out the bar, both sliding into Baby and sitting in silence for a moment. They dont move, face the windshield as all the anger and frustration seems to settle.

"Dean–"

Sam barely gets to speak before Deans across his seat and cupping his cheeks, pressing their lips together. It only takes a moment for Sam to melt into them and wrap his arms around Dean's neck, pulling him closer. They kiss and kiss, grabbing at clothes and body parts like they are starving for touch. Aching and craving for each other in every way. Until Sam is a whining mess and moaning Dean's name in pleas.

"I know, Sammy. I know."

No more words needed to be shared. Thry both understand. Their longing for each other was equally painful and tugged at both of them every year apart and together. It wad too easy to melt into each other and kiss like it was breathing. Sam thinks maybe he should have just said something. Dean thinks he should have asked about Sam's attitude, but he couldn't deny he liked thinking his baby brother was jealous.

Nothing else mattered in those moments together again. Both helplessly infatuated with each other. From skin and lips to bone and blood. Inseparable once again.

[hallucinosims]

Headcanon that Sam was one of the kids in college who stayed up into the wee hours of the night playing risk