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[twoinonegrave]

The best quote in all of supernatural is “Sam and Dean Winchester are psychologically, irrationally, erotically codependent on each other” cause that was said by an arcangel that had been stalking them for two seasons at that point.

He literally knows everything about them

[adeaddogsdove]

dean and sam switch off being disordered about eating

when sam’s a baby, dean does everything he can to make sure sammy’s belly is all rounded out and full of whatever proper meal they get their hands on. it might be the only real food they touch for another two weeks, but sam’s got a lot of growing to do, and dean can stand the hunger in his belly that would make sammy tear up in the back of the impala on a day of driving for way too long.

dean remembers getting back on the road after a few months of living in a trailer and getting real food every night in the form of sheetpan leftovers from the family next door. they’d stopped so sam could start school. when dad couldn’t get within hunts closer than 100 miles, they left. it took a couple days for sam to notice there wasn’t school lunches, or badly baked lasagna. but when he did, it came in the form of confusion and trying to push down on his belly so hard dean could see his ribs just to get the ache to go away. dean didn’t ever want to get used to that sight. he was old enough to understand the feeling, welcome it in open arms, and let it swallow him whole while it ate him from the inside out.

by the time sammy got tall, his hunger got worse, and dean’s seemed to dissipate into a distant stare that he knew he’d get to take out on sammy on another stained mattress in a motel with no ac. it’d come out in short hot bursts that made his stomach roil when they left, even as he was balls deep in his baby brother.

sammy kept growing. dean got tall, but never as tall as sam after about age sixteen. he didn’t make the connection between his Hunger and his height until sam left for stanford— but not even when he was gone, just when he’d got back.

sammy was never hungry anymore, even though dean had money saved from working small jobs whenever he could. the issue wasn’t absence of food, or even the absence of interest in food, like dean had been while sammy was gone. but still, sam would shove his plate over after only a few bites. and dean let his Hunger take him over. like it was making up for lost time, shoveling down the food that sammy refused to eat. they stopped whenever they could, dean would eat whatever he could find, and watch as sam stared him down basically licking their plates clean. dean only bulked up more, and sam got skinny—er. sammy’s Hunger seemed to do the same as dean’s had for so long. make a space for itself in the lack of it between the two of them — or sometimes too much of it. he’d beg dean to touch him in the impala on dark nights where the air was already thick, and they only made it thicker with the windows rolled up and their clothes still on.

dean only knew what it looked like when sam would choke back bile when he fucked him too hard, or made him do the work by riding him because dean had done the same just a decade ago. sam passed it off as guilt. never in the moment, but hours or days later when he couldn’t handle the way dean stared for too long. they didn’t talk about it really, and dean couldn’t argue because for a while the Hunger and the Guilt felt like one and the same. maybe they were.

[willbbg]

Lucifer had tried mostly everything with sam. the boy was a shell of a person now, can you say he’s even a shell? Whatever. he is naked on the table, tied up in a way that leaves his hole gaping. legs bent and arms stretched wide open. Lucifer demons had told him all about sam’s story, his relationships, friends and the ones he held dear. and Lucifer had been inside sam literally and figuratively. Lucifer had tortured him with his favorite teacher when he was in elementary school raping him and cutting his thighs. his first ever best friend beating him bloody until he’s blind and then Lucifer would bring back his sight to just do it again, with the first woman who ever cared about him eating his nose and face. but Lucifer noted that with all this terrible torture and he can say that he’s the best at it. The times Sam actually loses his mind and his brain melt through his ears are when Lucifer mimics dean appearance. It’s not like he didn’t know how insane the boy was over his brother but it surpasses his obsession with his own brother which the dumbass is on the corner apparently not in the mood. Whatever plenty for Lucifer. and or when he comes to him as his father. Sam would be soo calm and then sobs and Lucifer can bet he age regresses because his words become unintelligible and Lucifer haven’t done anything major with john suit like he did dean. the kid seems to actually want to kill himself when john is near him and breathing down his neck and cutting scars in his pelvic. Lucifer in john suit would praise him and sam would cry more sobbing and dumb, drool and runny nose. his pretty face that got so disfigured each time but Lucifer was kind enough to restore it everytime, was shaking to the side repeatedly and he was only saying “daa” or “dee” like a broken record. dean on the other hand. It was Lucifer favorite meat suit to wear. he’d crawl over him choke him with his dick and a knife would be driven to his esophagus at the same time. chocking on nothing but blood and dick and then he’d die with Lucifer sliding it down his ribbed throat, his dean dick peaking through the slit. Lucifer repairs it and brings him to life again

[cannibalwomn]

thinkin' ab wade whimpering ♡

[willbbg]

i want to cry but there’s no time bc final exam is in 5 hours

[hysteric-boy]

Do you wanna go beat eachother up in the woods? (Flirting)

[according2thelore]

when they first start having sex, dean expects sam to be pretty fastidious about condom use. for one, dean taught him right: no glove no love, there’s no other way about it, sammy. for two, sam’s kind of an upstanding citizen when it comes to double knotting his laces and rinsing out the bottom of his coffee mug and keeping a comb handy. for three (third? whatever, dean’s not precious about it), they haven’t had the…exclusivity talk yet.

as soon as sammy said “i do” to buttfucking and getting buttfucked on the regular, dean dusted his hands of any other hangers-on. but they haven't had the talk about it yet. dean ignores the fact the idea of sam having sex with anyone else makes him physically nauseous.

so he’s quite surprised when he fumbles around for a condom one night and sam shakes his head, bangs sticking to his forehead and fumbles it out of dean’s hand.

“no,” he pants, “in me, you have to come inside me dean, please. wanna feel you leaking out for hours.”

and well. fuck. dean can’t say no to that.

when it’s his turn in a few days, he rolls away from sam’s mouth and has to try to focus through sam’s open mouthed kisses and bites to his shoulder blades as he fumbles in his nightstand for a condom.

sam makes an honest to god whine when he sees it, and laces his fingers with dean, keeping dean from opening it up.

“please, dean,” he murmurs, kissing dean with enough tongue to make dean forget his own name, “wanna come inside you, don't you wanna feel me?" and somehow dean gets distracted and the next thing he knows, sam is staring intently at dean's hole, pushing his come back in with strong, overwhelming fingers.

it becomes a routine. dean'll fumble around for a condom or pull one out of his wallet or yank open the glovebox for them and sam's big clever fingers will slide it out of dean's palm and drop it to the floor or the sheets or the asphalt.

and dean can't really find it in him to complain because he's having the best sex of his life on a daily basis. sam barely lets him go fifteen hours without bending him over or pulling him down.

one day, sam jumps on dean as soon as they light a warehouse full of vampires on fire, pushing him up against the impala and fumbling wildly for dean’s belt. when sam starts rubbing his fingers down the back of dean’s sweaty day-three boxers, dean smacks at his hands and warns “hey man i haven’t had time to clean today” because dean doesn’t care if he is fucking his brother—saying i didn’t douche is embarrassing as fuck.

sam, if anything, kisses dean harder, takes dean’s wallet out of his back pocket, palms the lube and leaves the condom as he drops dean's wallet onto the ground.

dean, who sam yells at if he doesn't wash his hands after using the urinal, balks. until, well, he's distracted. you understand.

dean wises up one day after he hauls his creaky joints out of bed to get sam a washcloth—he’s the picture of chivalry despite his brain being drained out through his dick, thank you very much—and comes back to find sam rubbing dean’s come into the inside of his thigh like a fancy lotion.

a lightbulb. dean’s little brother might be a fan of dirty messy possessive smelly sex. huh.

dean stops trying to bring up condoms. sam starts asking dean to come on his face.

[willbbg]

dean goes bow hunting often because he can’t for the life of him be alone with sam these days. he just can’t. sam has been dressing more weirdly lately. nothing absurd but a little too tight tee that dean swears he had stolen it from a girl dean hooked up with two states away

[willbbg]

sam’s eyes were always a mystery to dean he never was sure what color they were one day they’re very blue the next they’re lime green&on a stormy night they become so muddy&moldy that he has to close his eyes to not snap at him to just fix them but no one can control it can they?

[sammy-bryant]

JENSEN ACKLES as DEAN WINCHESTER Supernatural | I Think I'm Gonna Like It Here (9.01)

[headtraumasam]

sam winchester + getting his hair pulled | supernatural

5x21 "Two Minutes To Midnight" / 3x07 "Fresh Blood" / 9x02 "Devil May Care" / 4x09 "I Know What You Did Last Summer" / 13x20 "Unfinished Business"

(+) bonus

[willbbg]

seven years old sammy whose already burdened with this unfathomable longing for a life where he can just breathe for a second. dean of course notices, heavy hearted and empty handed as he looks at his little brother, as he looks at his whole life, his whole world gathered in a little body

biting his inner cheeks, fighting tears because his baby isn’t even looking at anything not even him.. and sammy is so young.. dean wants to cry but he hasn’t cried in so long and he needs to snap sammy from this but he can’t see from the tears clouding his eyes

[willbbg]

people who see wincest and downright say you people are bad for shipping it or engaging in the theme are completely out of touch? you can’t sympathize with them? Not even a little? their lives are the prototypical incest victims lives. a dad who isolates his sons from the world

dumping an unfathomable amount of responsibility on a child to care for the other younger child, no boundaries whatsoever, huddled together 24/7 and on the run constantly. being left alone for days on end. they had to find something to latch onto

something that would never betray them or hurt them & it was eachother the abused mentality will never allow healthy relationships or boundaries & whenever one of them tries to have some, it backfires on their face which furthermore confirms why it was a bad idea from the start

[willbbg]

after a heated argument that left them both near tears, dean had stormed off and haven’t been back for 5 hours now. so it was a bit jarring when sam heard the door to the motel room open in a hurry, he twisted his body on the bed but dean didn’t let him get up all the way

dean had took two steps at a time, eyes shining and so beautiful sam had to focus elsewhere. sam doesn’t know why or how but dean had laced their fingers on the bed. with his face so close to sam who is being pinned. both breathless. then he did the unexpected, he kissed him.

sam eyes closed instantly, his brother lips were moving against his and he felt himself responding. arching his head to deepen the kiss, he faintly heard dean whine bc of all the blood rushing to his ears and felt the bed dipping. he opened his eyes, wet and panting for dean.

[frailtyofsoul]

[willbbg]

parallels of dean’s imminent deaths and sam promising he will find a way

[willbbg]

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