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Guide for Headcanons
1. Wincest Headcanons: My original headcanons. Theres 1000 of them. Literally. Ranging in a variety of things.
2. Retrospect Headcanons: Looking back episode by episode with wincest goggles superglued to my face.
3. Wincest Unhinged tumblr only too fucked up for twitter headcanons
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"I think it would do you both good to see each other." Jack says, taking the half empty beer from Dean's hand.
The smile on Dean's face brightens his features up so much he looked 20 years younger.
"I get to go be with Sam?" Dean asks. "Finally?"
Jack shakes his head. "Not yet. It isn't your time."
Dean scowled, grabbing the bottleback, taking a drink; "Then fuck off. Until I get to be with him again, heaven, hell, wherever, dont you talk to me. It shouldve been me in that barn, not him, and you fucking know it."
Dean kept his body from shaking, his voice even, but he knew that despite the dim lights of the no name bar, Jack would see the pain
in his eyes. The hurt, and loneliness in his soul that shined through the green that only Sam had ever been
able to fill.
"There's many worlds, Dean." Jack
said, this time sitting across from Dean. The gesture meaning to show not only empathy,
but equality. In this moment, he wasnt a God. He was just a guy trying to comfort one of the only fathers he knew.
"In this world, Sam died. In another you do, in one you go on a different hunt and nothing happens." Dean looked up; "So, youre taking
me to see a different Sam?"
Jack nodded; "He's elderly in this world. Time is-"
Dean held up his hand; "I don't need to hear the mumbo jumbo about time and space, just take me to him."
Dean blinked, and found himself outside a well maintained brick house with large trees, and a well kept yard. Inside he could hear
yelling.
Dean rushed in, moving quickly through the house, and in the living room found a tall man with white hair, and a beard.
"Why are you in here?!" Sam screamed at a young woman. "I want my brother!"
"Mr Winchester, I'm your nurse, Hannah, your son asked me to he-"
Sam grabbed a glass off and raised his hand to throw it.
"Sammy?"
Sam instantly responded to Dean's voice, the glass slipping from his fingers, and shattering on the floor.
"Dean?" Sam asked, stepping forward, his bare feet moving towards the broken shards of glass. His eyes locked with Dean's. Dean and the nurse moved to stop him.
Dean pushed Sam back onto the couch, ignoring Sam's tears of joy at seeing him. "Missed you, missed you." Sam sobbed, clinging to Dean's Jacket. Dean looked down at his sleeve. Dads leather jacket. Dean caught his reflection in a mirror above the fireplace. He looked how he did in 2005.
Sam cupped Dean's face pressing their foreheads together. "I wanna go hunting."
Dean closed his eyes, and sighed, taking in the moment. He hadnt realized he had forgotten what Sam sounded like, how it felt to hear his name come out of Sam's mouth,
forgotten what it felt like to be home again.
"Okay, Sammy." Dean obviously wasnt going to take Sam on a hunt but still the lie that he was a family friend, Sam's son had asked to come over was believed easy enough by the nurse.
For the next two days, Dean took care of Sam. Fed him, bathed him, walked around the yard with him. Mostly though, they just talked.
Sam seemed to be confused about what year it was, he mentioned Stanford alot. That was probably why Jack had sent Dean like this.
"You wanna go for a ride in the car?" Dean asked, having found the keys hidden in a drawer and Sam immediately lit up, nodding.
Dean took Sam to an empty field,
and watched the stars. Dean clinked their beer bottles together. Sam didnt even notice his was non alcoholic. He just smiled; "Cheers, jerk."
"Cheers, bitch."
That night, Dean helped Sam into bed. Something in his gut told him Sam's reaper wasn't far off. Dean pulled up a chair to sit by
Sam, and held his hand, squeezing it gently. He understood why Jack had brought him here. In the barn, there had been no time to say goodbye. The attack had happened
so fast, so violently, Dean didn't
have a chance to say anything to Sam.
This was his chance. Dean kissed Sam's wrist;, "I am so very proud of you, how strong, and smart you are. How you never took any of Dads crap.”
Sam's eyes softened, he looked so tired. Dean continued. "You've always kept fighting, and I know how hard that had to have been for you." Sam closed his eyes, starting to drift off into sleep, a soft smile on his face. "Love you, De."
"I love you so much, my baby brother."
After a bit, Dean laid Sam's hand down, and stood, walking towards the door to sleep on the couch. "Goodnight." Sam called gently.
"Night, Sammy."
The next morning, he left before Sam woke up, catching Sam's son, who he had learned shared a name with him at the front door.
"Take good care of him." Dean smiled, chuckling to himself at the young man's confusion.
"Do-do I know you?" He asked.
Dean shrugged, and walked down the sidewalk.
Dean Jr walked inside, setting his bag down on the floor in his old bedroom, before going to his dads room.
"Hey, Dad." He said pulling a chair up. "Your nurse just left. He seemed pretty cool.”
There was a small framed picture beside the bed of his dad when he was younger, beside him sat the uncle he knew, but never met. He
picked up the frame, analyzing it then looked
towards the door. There was no way, no possible way.-
But they were both wearing the same necklace...
"Do I know you?" He had asked the man.
"My big brother came and visited me." Sam told him. "We drove in the Impala" He smiled, stroking the amulet around his neck. "It was fun.”
(Tw: noncon, knife play, drugging)
Wincest Unhinged #8 "You walk out that door, dont you ever come back!" John Winchester's voice echoed in his own head. Sam had always been the type to run away, and honestly, John had been the same way at that age, full of rage at his own father who had abandoned him.
'I never abandoned them, I've always been there.' He told himself. 'Sort of…'
John sighed, finishing his beer as the bartender called for last rounds. Maybe there was a chance he could catch up to Sam. He was sure he couldn't convince his youngest to come back, once he had made his mind up about something, that's all there was to it, but he could at least make sure they parted on better terms.
John drove back to the motel, cursing as he fumbled with the key, the light mist of rain clouding his vision as he tried to get the key into the door, and then finally opened the door, and stepped into darkness.
He could hear muffled crying.
'Shit' John thought. Dean had been a wreck since Sam had left, had yelled, thrown everything he could get his hands on, John was certain Dean was gonna throw a punch.
Maybe he deserved it.
John flipped on the overhead light, steeling himself to see his son, and instead saw a naked man tied to the bed Sam had been using the night before, a gag in his mouth.
The man, couldn't be older than 20, looked so much like Sam that John almost yelled out his youngest's name. He turned towards John, eyes wide with terror. He pulled at the restraints.
John tried to shush him, looking around for Dean while bringing his knife out to cut at the ropes. The man screamed into the gag at the sight of the knife, flinched as he was accidentally nicked.
"Fuck, hold still!" John growled, grabbing the man's arm. He felt something warm and wet on his fingers. Slowly he glanced down.
Carved into the guys flesh was a single word; Dean's.
John stumbled back, slamming into the wall, and this time, he actually looked at the scene before him. The bed was covered in blood, the smell of sex and cum in the air, and this guy, who looked exactly Sam, had Dean's name, his fucking claim carved into him atleast a dozen times.
"I didnt think you'd be back yet."
Before he could react to Dean's voice, something slammed into his head, and he was thrown into darkness.
He was tied to a chair. He knew it before he opened his eyes.
"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy…" He could hear Dean's breathy moans.
"Stop!" Another voice yelled; "Please…please I wanna go- ngh!"
John's eyes flew open, watching as the man struggled under Dean, struggled as a wet rag was placed over his mouth and nose, until his eyes rolled back and closed, his whole body going limp on the bed.
"Shh…not going anywhere." Dean said. He looked at his father. "He's not going anywhere…" There was a warning in his voice.
"Dean." John spoke low, trying to not sound disgusted at what he was seeing; "Son, what are you doing?"
"Fucking my brother."
John wondered if Dean had meant for it to sound like he was just asked a stupid question.
The man squirmed, as Dean gave a slow deep thrust, letting out a groan; "Fuck Sammy, always knew youd be tight." John tried not to pay too much attention to the filth Dean was saying as he was fucking, raping, his brother's look alike.
Dean was fucking insane, there was no doubt in John's mind, and maybe he was to blame for it. John had made Sam Dean's entire world, his purpose, and then had shattered it.
A wave of guilt and relief washed over him. "Knew you'd be tight.."
Dean hadn't fucked Sam. Hadn't done this to him.
John Winchester had failed his sons, this was entirely his fault. Taking a deep breath, trying to work past the throb in his head, he worked at the knots.
Dean didnt seem to care one way or the other, the blade in his hand working on tender flesh as he carved. The man's body jerked instinctively at the pain.
"Good, so good." Dean crooned, kissing one of the cuts, his tongue swiping over it. "Gonna wake up with my cum dripping out of you, Sammy, gonna get you a nice plug, use you whenever I want…"
The man's eyes fluttered open, clouded and pained.
Dean kissed him; "There's my boy, my baby brother, love you so much…"
The man looked at John for help.
Finally, the rope gave, and John stumbled forward, catching himself, and straightening.
Silently, John picked up one of the guns off the table beside him, and pointed it at the man's head. "What's your name?" He asked.
"Collin…" He groaned, whimpering as Dean's pace quickened. "Please…please…"
"Wrong."
John grabbed the rag Dean had used before with his other hand, pushing it to Collin's mouth and nose, keeping the barrel of the gun against his skull. "Your name's Sam."
John knew he would burn for this, but at least he could keep the real Sam safe by letting Dean indulge into this sick fantasy.
But more importantly, he thought, as he checked into another room on the other side of the motel, maybe in a couple of days Dean would be ready to hunt again…
Wincest Headcanon #144 Dean swore Sam tried on every superhero masks in the thrift store.
"Cmon, Sammy, if you wanna go trick or treating, you better pick."
Sam, age 8, shook his head at every single mask Dean offered him.
"Theyre not my favorite superhero. You are."
Wincest Headcanon #143 Even after Sam has fucked him half a dozen times today, Dean still cant get enough of Sam's cock in him, his mouth, marking up his neck, his hands, grabbing him hard enough to bruise, or his filthy words of how fucking good Dean is, moaned into his ear.
Wincest Headcanon #142 Sam, being a health nut, avoids smoking, but he doesnt mind it when Dean smokes pot, and pulls him close, pressing their lips together and blows out the smoke into his mouth and lungs.
TW: abusive relationship, dubcon, strangulation, murder, emotional/mental abuse, DEAN IS NOT A GOOD GUY)
Wincest Unhinged #7 Sam's scared, he's so fucking scared.
"If you love me, you'll let me do this." Dean says low into his ear.
"I do…I do love you, I'm just…"
Dean kisses his neck; "You don't trust me after all I've done for you?" He sounds hurt. Sam quickly shakes his head; "No, no, I do it's just…it's just a lot."
"If you can't do it, just say so. I can find someone else, and it'll be your fault. Just like last time."
Last time. The last time Sam said no to one of Dean's games. Dean offered Sam a beer, told him it was okay, he understood, and within a few minutes, Sam felt so fucking groggy. Dean came up behind him and wrapped an arm across his chest, pulling him backwards.
"I love you."
Dean held him, the embrace loving and possessive.
Something was wrong. Very, very, wrong.
"It'll take effect in a minute, don't worry, you'll be fine." Dean promised.
"What?" Sam slurred, trying to get his eyes to focus.
If Dean said something, Sam doesn't remember.
Sam remembers waking up, handcuffed to a bed. He remembers seeing someone, a man he didn't know laying beside him, staring at him without blinking, his eyes rolled back slightly, his mouth hung open.
He was dead.
But more horrifying, he looked like Sam.
"He won't hurt you, he can't." Dean promised. Sam jerked his head to the side, looking at his brother. "What did you do?! What the fuck did you do?!"
Sam thrashed on the bed, pulling at the cuffs. Dean covered Sam's mouth, fingers pressing so hard, Sam knew there would be bruises.
Dean pressed his forehead against Sam's; "Shh…Sammy, you need to be very, very, quiet, and listen to me. I need to take a shower."
Sam gave Dean a confused look.
"I am going to let you go, and I'm going to take a shower. In that time I want you to make a decision. You can either help me clean up this mess as an apology for the trouble you caused or you can call the police. But I promise you, I will not be going to jail."
Dean didn't even give the option of Sam running.
They both knew he wouldn't.
Dean took a step back, releasing Sam.
"Tell me you understand."
Sam bites his lip and nods; "Ill help."
"Thats my boy."
Sam got into the shower with his brother, washed his skin clean, kissed his fingertips, let Dean push those same fingers into him, and worked him open, slow and gentle.
"Feel good, doesn't it, baby boy? He didn't feel as good as you. You're so much tighter…"
Sam let out a soft moan, rolling his hips back.
"Kid didn't tighten up until I had my hands on his throat."
Dean curled his fingers around Sam's cock, pumping him, and fuck, it feels so fucking good.
"There's no shame in telling big brother what you need."
Sam pushes back, trying to get Dean's fingers deeper, trying to get him to touch that spot.
He's getting off on the hands that just strangled someone. He knows this. But Sam can't get past the urge to fuck.
When he begs for Dean, so embarrassingly needy, Dean looks proud.
That was the last time. This is now.
Right now Dean has him naked on the bed, working him open, pushing the head of his cock in and out of Sam's unprepped hole.
Dean doesn't speak, doesn't acknowledge that Sam is in pain, hell he seems to be enjoying it a little more because of the noises Sam makes.
'You can say no or stop at any time, but you know the consequences.'
"Dean, Dean, please," Sam chokes out, voice breaking, " I wanna…" He pushes against Dean's chest.
Dean kissed him, cutting off his words; "You know I won't let anything happen to you, why don't you trust me? Don't you love me?"
He does, he loves and trusts Dean so fucking much. "I do…I promise I do…"
"Then dont fight me."
Before Sam could react Dean grabbed his throat, Sam's hands flying instinctively to grab Dean's arms as his air was cut off
"Relax." Dean growls, and gives a hard painful thrust pushing the entire length of his cock in at once.
Dean moans, and when Sam lets his arms fall to the sides, Dean gives Sam that same look of pride he gave before, and for just a moment, the satisfaction that Sam made Dean happy, overshadowed the fear and panic of not being able to breathe.
Then Dean squeezed tighter, rolling his hips. "Feel so fucking good, doing great Sammy, little more, almost there…"
Despite his promise, Sam grabs at Dean's arm's he hits, and scratches, tries to beg with eyes for Dean to let up.
'Trust me, love me, trust me…" Deans words echo in his head, and fuck, he does. Dean's killing him, but he still loves him.
The world slips away…
Sam's eyes fly open as he takes in air, Sam feels Dean roll him onto his side.
"There you go." Dean says, rubbing his back. "Thought I lost ya there for a second. You did so fucking great Sammy, felt fucking amazing. You made me cum so fucking hard."
Dean gently lifted Sam's head onto his lap, fingers stroking through Sam's hair.
"Thank you, baby, boy. We can do it again tomorrow since you liked it so much too."
Sam glanced down, saw his own thighs covered with cum.
He hated that. He fucking hated it.
But he loves Dean more.
"Anything for you, De."
Wincest Headcanon #141 After a few too many beers, Dean turns into the hardest sleeper Sam knows. About 4 am he wakes up to Dean moaning in his sleep, thrusting his hips.
Sam grins, pulling down the covers, exposing Dean's hard cock, before swiping his tongue over the head.
Wincest Headcanon #140 It terrified Dean when he heard how effortlessly Sam had killed Alistair, the demon who took 40 years to carve him into something new, something twisted beyond recognition. He felt terrified, but also like Sam had finally reclaimed, that last missing piece
Wincest Headcanon #139 Dean found out pretty quick that not only is Sam a happy drunk after a few beers, he also acts like a cock slut. He doesn't even bother with boxers under his sweats, just leaves his ass exposed for anyone that wants it, and Dean's more than happy to take.
Wincest Unhinged #6 Sam wakes up on the ground beside the Impala. He rolls over looking up at the sky. It's a beautiful day, warm and sunny, fat, fluffy, white clouds that look like popcorn. Sam recalls being a child, looking up at the clouds with Dean.
'That one looks like a plane, that one looks like a werewolf, that one looks like a car…'
There's something in the trunk.
Sam felt his stomach twist into a knot, a sinking feeling overcoming him. He pushed himself up on his knees. No way he saw that. No fucking way…
Sam grabbed the bumper, and took a deep breath, pushing himself up. He swallowed, slowly glancing at the small, old, faded green bag Dean had stuffed into the back, the one he had tried to take out after Dean had got him from school a few months ago.
"Leave it." Dean had said, voice firm, his grip on Sam's wrist almost tight enough to bruise. "There's just some of Dad's old contacts and notes."
Sam nodded, and Dean gave him a warm smile.
Sam had been desperate to find some way to help Dean after he had almost been killed hunting a Rawhead, and the doctors had only given him a few weeks to live.
Dean wasnt gonna die from heart failure, no fucking way. Not if Sam could help it.
'Dad's on a hunting trip and he hasn't been home in a few days.' Dean's voice echoed in his head.
Dad. Dad could help if he was here…Sam called every phone number their dad has "This is John Winchester. I can't be reached. If this is an emergency, call my son~"
Sam throws the phone so hard he knows he's broken it.
He went outside, threw open the trunk and grabbed the bag that Dean had forbidden him to touch, and unzipped it…
'Dad's on a hunting trip and he hasn't been home in a few days.'
Sam didn't need to turn the severed head over fully to confirm it was his father's.
Dad wasn't on a hunting trip, and he wasn't coming home, and Dean…Dean killed…Dean fucking lied….
Sam smirked, closing the bag back up. "Told you before I left he would always choose me." Sam set the bag down where he found it, carefully turning it so his father's face was pointed at the backseat.
"I'm gonna take care of Dean, and then I'm gonna fuck his brains out."
Sam closed the trunk.
Wincest Headcanon #138 Dean never tells Sam or their Dad about that night, how he woke up to get a drink, and saw a man standing over Sammy's crib. He doesn't say he heard Mom yelling, then Dad. He doesn't tell them he blames himself, but he promises to always keep Sam safe.
Wincest Retrospect Headcanon 1x5 Dean wipes the blood from his eyes with a dirty, faded, plaid blue shirt, and tosses it to Sam. Dean waits for Sam to ask; "Why were your eyes bleeding?" Only people who felt guilty for someone dying, regardless if it was actually their fault or not should have been affected.
But Sam doesn't ask. Dean doesn't need to know that Sam knows the truth. How when they were kids, staying in the middle of bum fuck nowhere with the motel that had a dingy brown bedspread with ugly sunflowers and pink wall paper, out of boredom and childish curiosity, Dean had stolen one of their fathers lighters, and had spent an hour burning pages from the tv guide and tossing them into the waste basket beside the bed opposite to the one he and Sam had been sharing.
It was the sound of the smoke detectors going off, and Sam, barely 5 years old, shaking him, that woke Dean up.
"De!" Sam wailed, coughing from smoke. "Fire!"
Dean shot up, looking around, panicked. For a moment, he was taken back to their house, to the fire that changed his life.
He felt Sam grab his hand. "We gotta go!" The look of fear on Sam's face snapped Dean out of his trance, and he nodded, picking Sam up, and going outside.
Within an hour their father had returned, putting them in the impala, and drove them to the hospital.
Sam swung his chubby legs, sucking on a juice pop a nice nurse had given him and pretended to watch cartoons.
Dean asked if anyone had gotten hurt.
"A couple of people got hurt really bad." Their father admitted. "The police aren't sure what started the fire…and if anyone asks, you don't know anything. Got it, Dean?"
Dean swallowed and nodded before going to sit with Sam, who offered him the rest of his juice pop.
Dean and their father never mentioned the fire again. So Sam never mentions that he remembers everything either.