We are enough..

Hello All. I have this deep deep love for both, Sam and Dean though I will till the end be a sam girl. Also I promise you this page will be hate free from all and all ships canons and fanons will be respected. But only wincest related posts will be shared here. 😘😘 Have a jolly day!!!!

[wincester1396]

No kissing, just fucking!

Since Sam and Dean had come to terms with the reality that Sam has truly and fully lost his soul, they had to find a way to co-exist again. To strengthen their truce, they decided to take a small break after the fairy debacle. Even though Sam was completely against the idea of taking a break, Dean - through sheer force of will managed to pin him down at one place for more than two days.

Though now, Dean was seriously reconsidering his decision because staying with soulless Sam definitely had a lot of drawbacks. One that hit the most was not being able to touch Sam, his Sam, even if he was at an arm's length. It just did not feel right.

And Sam was not helping at all. Sam somehow had managed to gather some heavy cash and decided to spend it on a hotel suite for their so called break. It had a single bedroom with a single king size bed. And Dean was sure Sam did so just to make Dean uncomfortable. Of course walking around the suite, half naked after workout with sweat dripping down that long column of his neck and after shower with water making his hair go unruly before flowing down those abs into his happy trail before getting absorbed into the very lowly hung towel at his waist was a reason for Dean's constant boner.

But still he would stay away from Sam. Sleep at the very edge of thier bed. After he found Sam banging the girl last week, he knew that this Sam remembered nothing, Dean meant nothing to him and he could not go through the phase of self-destruction again when Sam would eventually find his way away from Dean. He needed to ensure his safety along with Sam's.

Today as he made breakfast for them, wearing the very fluffy robe, he was still trying to avoid Sam's after workout look. As he flipped the pancake he suddenly felt Sam's arms around him holding him in a tight grip. After his previous experience with soulless Sam, he immediately went into the hunter mode, but soon realised that this grip was different. It was sensual.

"You think I don't notice the way you look at me Dean? Even if I cannot feel anything for you, I still remember the things you and I have done together"

Before Dean could recover from the shock of Sam's words, Sam had him pinned to the nearby wall with his thigh separating Dean's leg and rubbing against his already half hard dick.

"All you had to do Dean was just mention it once. I was ready to fuck the brains out of you every since always. Why all this silent pinning?"

Sam had managed to pool the robe around Dean's waist and grabbed his ass managing to pull him impossibly closer. And all Dean could do was moan with his head thrown back in pleasure.

Till it hit Dean, till he remembered that for this Sam, all this was going to be purely physical; without an ounce of emotion for Dean. Tomorrow he'll go a fuck some other hoe and this will completely be forgotten.

"Sam, no. Wait. Get the fuck away from me"

"Oh? You sure big brother? I sure remember you enjoying being pinned on every surface. Do you not want it?"

The grinding of Sam's dick against his and his mouth on his nipple was slowly chipping away Dean's resistance. As soon as Sam's hand reached for his dick Dean was finished.

"Fuckk!"

"Exactly what I intend to do big brother, fuck you senseless!"

Dean was gone, there was no going back from that statement. His hands found their way to Sam's hair and pulled back his head reaching for his lips.

"Sorry, no kissing, just fucking. It's a rule." was not a reply expected by Dean and was a punch in his gut. It was like a cold bath. By the time Dean recovered from this, Sam had already pinned him against the bedroom door and he was completely naked with an equally naked Sam grinding against him and leaving a trail of hickeys all along his collar bone.

Soulless Sam had definitely perfected the art of seduction and soon Dean was a moaning mess in his hands. He too decided to let go and gave as good as he got. Soon the room smelt of musk and sex and he was sure his moaning and Sam's grunting as he drilled Dean was going to reach the neighbours.

Dean was definitely going to walk with a limp for at least a week. Sam did not go easy on him, just like he needed. He could not imagine making gentle love to soulless Sam, that was just for his Sammy. He was going to have bruises on his hips and his nipples were going to be sore for a long time, but it had been long since he felt this relaxed and he was soon going to doze off. He could feel Sam reaching for his lips and kissing him slowly and tenderly and he reached back pulling Sam down to just enjoy Sam's lips against his own after a long time. He could do this forever, was the last thought Dean had before he dozed off. But only for a minute.

His eyes opened in a flash and he sat up so fast that he hit Sam's head against the headboard.

"Ouch! What the hell Dean?!"

Dean just stared at Sam. And stared. And stared.

"You kissed me!"

Sam looked at Dean for a long time and then pulled him against himself back into his embrace.

"Yes, I did. Now please go back to sleep."

Dean never saw his - yes his, every version of Sam was his Sam - soulless Sam sleeping with anyone else again.

[wincester1396]

Wincest - My OTP...

Some ships are pure imagination. They don’t exist in the show. But the fandom of that show would love seeing them together.

Then there are some ships like Wincest. They too, are not projected on the show, but the chemistry between the actors, their dedication, their love and respect for each other and each other’s characters bring these ships alive. There is no need to have actual acknowledgement of such ships. It’s present is every episode. You just need to see it and if you see it, then accept it and not cloak it under ignorance and if you don’t see it the at least respect others shipping it.

Wincest displays all the emotions of a relationship: love, trust, loyalty, sacrifice and adds a few emotions of its own like extreme codependency and apparently unhealthy attachment of each other. The only thing left to show is the sex part. But what are the fans for? 😉

And what more proof do you need about it’s existance when few of the show’s people themselves have accepted the ship

( I have copied the following text from an article I came across)

* Kripke has openly acknowledged Sam and Dean’s subtext- ‘after all, two guys living so close together, how does your mind not eventually turn to that?’ 

Sera Gamble has actually referred to the show as ‘the epic love story of Sam and Dean’.  *

Bottom line is, this ship overwhelmed me when I started watching Supernatural and overwhelms me still and makes me coo each time Sam and Dean look at each other. It’s been 8 years now…

❤❤❤The End❤❤❤

This is the link from which I had copied the text above

https://cobwebqueen.wordpress.com/2015/07/11/vivisecting-supernatural-is-wincest-really-that-far-fetched/

Also a humble request. Those who don’t like the ship or anything wincesty please simply ignore this post. I personally do not promote hate of any other ships. Just keep scrolling.

[wincester1396]

Claiming Dean.

Sam trusts Dean. Hell, he trusts him more than he trusts himself.

He knows Dean will never cheat on him. Never go to someone else’s bed. Never hurt Sam that way or any way in fact. The old Dean is gone and the new Dean enjoys their domesticity and exclusiveness.

But everytime a waitress leaves a chit of paper or a tissue with her number and pouty lipstick marks he can’t control his possissiveness and the jealousy.

But for Dean it’s a way of provoking Sam. Sam is a happy bossy bottom most of the time. But sometimes Dean needs Sam to take control, he needs to submit. He needs to be fucked. He needs to be claimed.

So Sam being jealous may not suit Sam according to Dean but it definitely suits Dean.

❤❤❤ The End ❤❤❤

[wincester1396]

Yellow Fever

Dean hates each and every thing about that ghost fever hunt, well almost everything..

The way he got scared so easily. The tiny Maltese with a cute bow incident is the most shameful memory of his from the hunt and whether he would admit it, is an entirely another question, but seeing Azazel in Sam's form scared the shit out of him. Basically everything scared the shit out of him...

But this hunt still has been a source of some of his fondest memories.. specially when Sam would come back after research, he would just take Dean in his arms and try to soothe away his fear. The way Sam dozed off rubbing gentle circles on his back. The way Sam would just kiss his forehead and nose the next morning even if he had drooled all over Sam because that's the only way he could actually catch some sleep, in Sammy's arms.

Times like these, he permits himself to be taken care of by Sammy as other times he still believes that he needs to always keep up the facade of an invincible man.

Dean still prefers being the big spoon, but since the ghost fever he allows himself to bury himself into Sammy's arms when he needs it the most.. And bless Sammy for never once calling him out on it..

❤️

[wincester1396]

The bet.

“Loser does laundry for a month. No matter how gross the monster chow makes it.”

“Deal!”

Sam is pretty smug about the bet. He finally found a way to get rid of the laundry duty. He was pretty sure he was going to win the bet as well.

They had just wrapped up a case and had left the town as soon as possible. Somehow Sam had convinced Dean to take a day off before chasing another monster. So here they were, in another nameless motel spending hours catching up on sleep. Too tired to even complete their night routine of fucking each other's​ brains out. Not that they did not cover that loss during the day. The cleaning lady deserves a hefty tip, Sam decides.

They decide to spend the night in. They leave tomorrow. Surrounded by food cartons and bottles​ of beer, they are sprawled on Dean’s bed - Dean’s bed is for eating food and cleaning guns or sharpening weapons and Sam’s bed is for sleeping and fucking. Away from the door - watching whatever is currently available. No one is paying any attention, each one is planning their next move.

Sam slides his hands over Dean’s inner thigh, softly brushing against his cock. No reaction from Dean. Sam goes a step ahead and starts massaging Dean’s cock. This gets the expected reaction from Dean.

“The game’s on bitch!”

“Took you long enough, jerk!”

Sam’s work is done and he is feeling pretty smug. Now next step.

Dean is now suddenly concentrating on the show and few minutes pass. Sam then notices Dean’s hand coming around his shoulders and slowly reaching for Sam’s nipples. His fingers start playing with the nub and Sam let’s out a moan. Soon Dean’s other hand is massaging Sam’s cock. The show is quickly forgotten. Dean now moves over completely facing Sam wondering why Sam is not making any​ move. Soon he is sucking a hickey behind Sam’s ear exploiting all of Sam’s pleasure spots.

Sam moans when Dean teeth scrape over the already reddened​ skin. The simulation he is getting by having his cock massaged, his nipples toyed with, along with Dean’s sinful mouth on him has made him a mess. The sounds escaping him are getting filther every second. It is becoming physically impossible to keep his hands to himself. But that's​ your plan Sam- is what he keeps reminding himself.

Now dean has proceeded to take off Sam’s jeans, pulling them down along with his boxers. Before Sam can process that, his cock is embraced by Dean’s hot mouth, swallowing it whole. Sam moans like a fucking porn star being throughly fucked, all the while chanting Dean’s name. His back arched perfectly before coming down again. Sam almost considers giving up.

When Dean had started his assault, he had not thought this through. He had forgotten to consider the effect of the filthy noises that Sam makes. He had forgotten how he once had cum just by hearing Sam moan his name. At this moment though, seeing Sam laid out bare, eyes squeezed shut, holding on to the headboard and calling out for Dean, he is done for. Sam arching his back off the bed in that perfect way was the last straw.

“Fuck it! I give up!” Dean growls.

Within seconds his jeans and boxers are off and Sam legs are over his shoulders bending him in half. He knows sam will still be loose enough from their afternoon rendezvous. He enters Sam in one fluid motion causing a guttural groan to escape the both of them. The absense of lube causing bit of a friction. This was going to be one rough fuck!

Sam almost decides to give up but hears his brother’s words. He does not even feel like rubbing it in. Just wants his brother’s cock inside him. All in a span of a few seconds Dean enters him in one long stroke and he cannot hold it in anymore. It burns causing a bit of a pain. Exactly what Sam needed. His hands fly down to Dean’s ass and start kneading.

“Move jerk!!”

“No lube baby. Let me get some!”

Sam glares at Dean before hitting him in the face with a tube of lube kept under the pillow.

“Always has to be the fucking gentleman.” Sam mutters under his breath.

“I surely am fucking a gentleman!” Dean replies as he applies lube to his cock and dribbles some on Sam’s asshole.

Sam slaps Dean’s ass hard and bites his neck.

“I am sure the guy eyeing me at the bar would have given it to me harder.” All bets are off.

All the warning he got was Dean’s growl before his brother slammed into him, his balls slapping Sam’s ass. Sam’s back arched off the bed.

“Fuuuck Deannn..!!!”

Dean began to pound his ass harder and harder till all Sam could feel was his brother’s eyes on him and his cock filling him up full. The second he hits Sam’s prostate, Sam was gone. His cock jerked and he shooted the load up his chest.

“Shit! Dean!!”

But Dean was far from done. If Sam wanted rough he was getting rough. Dean slowed down a bit, long deep strokes, all hitting Sam’s bundle of nerves. His hand found their way to Sam’s cock and began stroking it.

Sam’s gave a small moan and soon his cock was filling up again. He was not a teenager anymore and that was going to tire him out as fuck. But it was so worth it.

Dean picked up his speed again going long and hard, giving Sam a pounding his ass would remember for days. He knew he was not going to last long now so he grabbed Sam’s cock and introduced it to the rhythm of his fucking. Sam was a moaning mess.

“With me Sammy!!”

Dean made a final thrust into his brother hitting the perfect spot perfectly and biting down on his neck.

“Deeee……!!”

Sam’s back again made that perfect arch but this time came down with Dean on him. Small kisses were placed on shoulders​ and necks as their breathing slowed. No words were exchanged and they were lulled into sleep.

That is until Dean interrupted by yelling….

“You bitch!! This was all planned. You knew I would be gone the second you made those filthy sounds.” Mock anger lacing his voice. Though he promises himself that he would get back at Sam for this

Sam gave a tired chuckle “And whose fault is that? I got hot sex and a month free from laundry!”

“Would have made a good lawyer Sammy… Could have been so much more.” Dean wispers softly.

“Maybe. But you are my so much more now Dean. Always were. Always will be.”

“Sheesh! Way to ruin sex with chick flick moments. Take off that god damn shirt and pull the blanket over.”

Dean pulled his own shirt off and snuggled behind Sam full aware of the bitch face Sam was throwing his way. He held Sam tightly when he tried to wiggle out and pulled him back.

“I love you baby…”

Sam turned around to look at Dean and whatever he saw, he was satisfied. He kissed Dean’s nose lightly and wiggled back into Dean’s arms.

“You too baby. I love you too..”

Today they slept in the eating bed

❤❤❤The End❤❤❤

I have not clearly mentioned the bet but i hope it eventually became obvious. Hope you enjoyed it. Thank you 💕

[wincester1396]

Picket fence men

Dean swore to himself that he was going to kill Sam. Their latest hunt was a restless spirit, thankfully not a nasty one. That spirit was haunting a dog shelter because apparently she wanted to check on her dog after she died. People with their love and obsession just don’t settle well with dean. But he knew it was like a kettle calling a pot black. But Sam and him were different. Atleast that’s what he always convinced himself. So the spirit made all the other dogs go berserk and there was continuous howling. The complaints made the newspapers and that is how they caught the wind of it. It was a simple salt and burn and byfar the simplest case they had.

But it’s not always candies and roses for the Winchesters. This time though it was all golden for Sam. This is what happened:

Sam entered their motel room as Dean was packing their stuff. Sam had gone to assure the shelter lady that all was fine and she did not have to worry anymore.

“Okay Sam, what have you done now?”

“Who says i have done something?”

“Your face sasquatch, just spill!”

“Fine. But don’t freak out, okay? Come outside.. ”

“If you have damaged Baby I’ll barbecue your ass Sammy!!!”

“No. No. Just come here. ” Sam called from outside. Sitting in the back seat of his baby and a yellow retriver pup poking his head out eagerly when he saw Sam and trying to snip his fingers.

“What the fuck Sam! Why is the mutt of the dead lady sitting in my baby?”

“Okay. So as I was explaining everything to Trisha - the shelter lady- he came up to me and started climbing my leg…”

“Then obviously you were smitten and could not leave him and decided to bring him with you? Typical” Dean groans.

“Yeah. Something like that. Except Trisha offered me the pup. And he is just a pup Dean. Who would take care of him??”

“In a dog shelter? Um… maybe Trisha or the 10 volunteers who all work very efficiently there.???? Atleast make a sound argument.”

Sam’s face droops a bit and he bends to the level of the window and goes “If Dean says no then I can’t let you stay bud, you will have to go back..”

As if on cue, both Sam and the pup look at Dean for confirmation. And fuck if Dean can differentiate the looks on their face. With big wide puppy eyes they look at him as if they were kicked one too many times and only Dean could save them.

Dean knew it was Sam’s ploy, but he has been falling for it since Sam was born. How could this be an exception?

“Fine….” Sam jumped up and that kicked look vanished in a second replaced with a happy puppy look, and kissed Dean deep and hard.

“Calm down Samantha. But where will we keep it? We leave the bunker often for cases. Who will take care of it?”

Sam had a sheepish look and again Dean wondered what he was going to here next.

“Okay, so I called Milred and she has agreed to take care of him when we go for mostly a week or so. If more, we will take him with us Dean. He has promised to be a good boy.” Sam swore solemnly.

“Jesus. This is all like when you were 5 and begged to keep the mutt we found and dad refused. You are even acting like a child!”

“I understand that we couldn’t have kept a pup then Dean. But we have a bunker now. And it will be good to have some company for us.”

“Yeah okay… Just make sure that he does not piss in my car.”

Sam knew Dean would agree. Even if Sam was the vocal one about craving a normal life, he knew that Dean too was a picket fence guy. Sam could not give Dean that but this pup was a compromise for all the things they deserved. This pup was their attempt at normal. It was a role that Dean played- being all about no chick flick moments. Inside he was just a big fluffy teddy bear with whom Sam cuddled every night. But this was only for Sam. For every other person out there Dean was as he potrayed himself. Feared and Invincible. And Sam loves it was that way. Made him feel special. Made him feel Dean’s.

As soon as he let the pup out, the pup pissed on Baby’s tires and Sam felt the impending storm.

“Sammmmyyy..mumphh”

All Sam could do was distract Dean by kissing him senseless and make promises they both would enjoy keeping.

“I get to keep his name Sammy” were Dean final words before he was once again invaded by Sam.

❤❤❤ The End ❤❤❤

[wincester1396]

Just recirculating old stuff. 🙈

[wincester1396]

Going strong…

Dean had been up for quite sometime now. Afterall he wanted everything to be perfect. As he was giving finishing touches here and there, he could hear footsteps approaching the bunker library. Sam was up and he needed to hurry.

Sam had woken up after their afternoon rendezvous and was in a state of bliss. But he needed to find food and he needed to find Dean. As he approached the bunker library it was, unusually quite. Just a faint glow coming from the library door. Hunter’s instincts made him approach the door cautiously. However what he saw certainly made his heart skip few beats.

The library was decorated with fairy lights let loose from various shelves, the table and the chairs were cleared and candles were lit in a circular pattern indicating it to be a stage like area. The lights and the candles created a gentle hue. And there stood Dean, shy and smug at the same time, with a bunch of lilies in his hand. The scene was exactly like what Dean called chick flick moments but here they both were, equally happy and in love.

“For you!” Dean thrust the flowers in Sam’s hand, feeling more shy than ever, nervously scratching his hair.

Sam understood what Dean was feeling right now. They had become more domesticated since moving into the bunker. Living on the road didn’t permit time for much romance. Bunker allowed them the time and safety of exploring the softer angles of their relationship.

“Wow Dee!. It’s beautiful!” He whispered as he took the lilies and placed a chaste kiss on Dean’s lips.

“Fancy a dance Sammy?” Dean asked as he held his hand out for Sam from where he was standing in the circle.

Sam took Dean’s hand and closed the distance between them and began swaying to the soft music in the background. He was overwhelmed by the gesture and suddenly gave a small laugh.

“It’s too girly, ain’t it? I knew it man. Just should have bought you a pound of salad!” Dean groaned trying to get away from Sam.

Sam held him more tightly and mumbled against his lips, “Shhh.. it’s perfect Dean. Trust me. You have managed to make today even more special..”

“Good! Not a word about this to anyone, yeah?”

“Of course not Dee, it will just crumble your macho man image.” Sam said laughing a bit now.

Sam leaned his head on Dean’s shoulder, and continued to sway. No one knew how much time had passed.

The silence and the ambiance allowed memories to flow freely. Their relationship had faced every emotion, had come out strong and was growing stronger everyday. The loss and love of years made a few tears slide down Sam’s cheeks.

Dean did not need an explanation for them, he just knew.

As he kissed those tears away reaching his lips he whispered “Hey! Happy 12th anniversary Sammy!”

A/N: This is specially written for @tipluuuuu to who I promised this months and months ago! Sorry for the horrible delay and I hope you enjoy it.

If anyone wants to share a prompt feel free to message me. Good day people!

[hawt-me33]

Coming into a fandom late

[baxterdamus-deactivated20130513]

Coming into a fandom early and watching it become an angry clusterfuck

[valorious]

Being in a dormant fandom that suddenly comes alive again after a new book/movie

[leatherpatches-deactivated20150]

Don’t forget about those who come in the midst of a fandom war. 

[fauxmoux]

Accuracy at its best

[street-of-mercy]

Being in a fandom and not even knowing there’s a war going on…

[my-reylo]

all of this shit…lol

[nerdsagainstfandomracism]

When You’re Not In The Fandom But You’re Nosy AF

[not-so-secret-nerd]

When you get into a fandom only to discover it’s dead

[jupiter235]

This gets better every time I see it. 

[sageblackrose95]

@fuboos-mess

[inverted-mind-inc-sideblog-deac]

Being in a dead fandom…

[illogicalarchive]

Or being in such a tiny fandom that it feels like youre the only one

[erilias]

The accuracy hurts.

[fanfic-yes-please]

Being in a fandom that had a shit ending.

[it-is-bugs]

When you’ve been fangirling long enough, you’ve experienced all of the above.

[sweetferalbaby]

Being in a fandom meant for kids.

[teaganvamp]

This just gets better..

[hamboj2]

@mi-kleos

[thatcrazysonicchick]

When you realize that joining the fandom has ruined you

[knightofbloodcancer]

Fandom hell in general

[morathavictoria]

Yes.

[marvelanimelover]

This^^^ just… ALL OF THIS.

[stop-talking-babe-deactivated20]

Being in so many fandoms that you don’t even know what’s going on

[wincester1396]

You know, Sammy = My + Sam. And only Dean can call him Sammy. Case rested.

[wincester1396]

Man of few words

Dean is a man of few words. Sam knows that. Sam also knows that words are not always necessary, when actions speak volumes. Dean need not tell Sam that he loves him because each action of Dean with respect to Sam says so.

Sam can feel Dean's love

In the food he prepared for Sam, when Dean himself was just a boy

Or even now, when he does not forget that Sam loves a salad.

When he can feel Dean's devotion when Sam falls ill or becomes victim to some supernatural entity.

When Dean takes care of Sammy through thick and thin.

When he finds out about some of Dean's biggest sacrifices.

When he knows he has the best chances of not wandering away from the right path when he is with Dean.

When Dean makes him smile, intentionally or unintentionally.

When he knows he is as safe in Dean's arm as he was when he was 6 months old

When his hugs squeeze the breath out of Sam

Sam feels myriad of emotions, each of which is connected to and because of Dean. Sam:a entire world revolves around Dean and Dean's around Sam. So he did not even dare to disagree with Zachariah when he claimed that

For no matter what, he is Dean's and Dean is his.

A/N: All gifs used in this post are either downloaded from Tumblr or from the browser. I do not claim any rights for the gifs. Only the content belongs to me.

Fun fact: All the gifs are 100% canon

Not so fun fact: It is really difficult to find a gif where Sam is laughing a full blown laugh.

[impalawanderlust]

I can’t stop laughing.

[ellastorm]

The fact that Sam and Dean managed to get themselves on this list together with people like Cersei/Jaime and Lucrezia/Cesare (who have a canon - as in explicit on-screen - sexual relationship!) makes me happier than it probably should.

Way to go, boys. Way to go.

[sparkenoh]

i already reblogged this but i cant help thinking of what the reaction would be if something like this happened in certain other ships. people would be going insane and be upset and just making a big fucking deal out of it.

Meanwhile wincest shippers: YES! THAT’S OUR BOYS!!!!!

[echolessvoid]

THROUGH A RAPIST’S EYES” (PLS TAKE TIME TO READ THIS. It may save a life, It may save your life.)

An Article from Neena Susan Thomas

“Through a rapist’s eyes. A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interview…ed on what they look for in a potential victim and here are some interesting facts:

1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle. They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid, or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common targets.

2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women who’s clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around to cut clothing.

3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are off guard and can be easily overpowered.

4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is grocery store parking lots.

5] Number two is office parking lots/garages.

6] Number three is public restrooms.

7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to a second location where they don’t have to worry about getting caught.

8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isn’t worth it because it will be time-consuming.

9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their hands.

10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys you’re not worth it.

POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER:

1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk: can’t believe it is so cold out here, we’re in for a bad winter. Now that you’ve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, you lose appeal as a target.

2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to said they’d leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target.

3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent.

4] If someone grabs you, you can’t beat them with strength but you can do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and armpit or in the upper inner thigh – HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts.

5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy’s parts it is extremely painful. You might think that you’ll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble, and he’s out of there.

6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked audibly.

7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, don’t dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel little silly at the time, but you’d feel much worse if the guy really was trouble.

FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL ….

1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do it.

2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you…. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!

3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won’t see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives.

4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.

5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:

a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE RIDING A TAXI CAB) .

b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.

c. Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)

6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot).

7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN!

8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.

Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it’s better safe than sorry.

If u have compassion reblog this post. ‘Helping hands are better than Praying Lips’ – give us your helping hand.

REBLOG THIS AND LET EVERY GIRL KNOW AT LEAST PEOPLE WILL KNOW WHATS GOING ON IN THIS WORLD. So please reblog this….Your one reblog can Help to spread this information.

THIS COULD ACTUALLY SAVE A LIFE.”

[brittanymichael]

EVERYONE BOOT THE FUCK OUT OF THIS

[deadgirldancing21]

This is so fucking unfortunate that we need this

[xphantasia]

it just makes me angry that women need this.. but we do and if you see this, PLEASE REBLOG. it doesn’t matter if you are a male or a female. by reblogging this, you might save someone’s life.

[pinkrabbitpro]

If you have a car that automatically unlocks both doors, talk to you mechanic. I’ve had two older cars (key locks) rewired so only the driver’s side unlocked. It wasn’t very expensive and I consider it much safer.

[kickitintheslash]

[sentimental-apathy]

I will never not reblog this.

[wincester1396]

Laundry in exchange for sex.

What Sam had in mind needed stealth and speed. Specially when Dean's hunter instinct could foul his plan. But Dean was going to pay for playing the big brother card and making Sam do the laundry every week.

As soon as they booked a room for the night, Dean hogged the shower.

"Sammy, wanna join me?"

"Nah.. I got some things to do."

"Whatever."

Sam laid back on the bed looking up at the ceiling covered with mould. Closing his eyes he felt at peace. Things were good these days. No end of the world looming over their heads, everyone's souls were in place even the hunts were few. Hence the reason for Dean's shenanigans. He needed to vent out that energy.

As Dean came out of the shower, Sam almost gave up his plan and decided to jump Dean then and there. But damn it! He was a Winchester. If he couldn't be determined and stubborn then no one else could.

"Want a piece of this, hon?" Desire was dripping just like the shower droplets, all the way to his groin.

"Yeah. Maybe I'll grab a bite later." He could see the heat flare and eyes change colour as he made his way into the shower. Stage 1 successful.

Dean was all naked and hard when Sam came back almost half an hour later.

"Took you long enough princess. C'mere."

"Close your legs Dean. You look ridiculous. Also I jerked off in the shower. So I am kinda just sleepy now."

"What the fuck Sam! I.. you.. fuck you!!"

"Maybe tomorrow.." Sam chuckles as he slides into their bed automatically becoming the small spoon.

Dean is still fuming and distracted and Sam is ready. It all happens in hardly 5 seconds. Startle, twist, stretch, cuff, giggle. In 5 seconds Dean's hands are cuffed to the headboard. Stage 2 complete.

"SAMMY. What the fuck are you up to?? Good move by the way. But still, open up the cuffs bitch."

"Yeah. Like that's gonna happen. You know Dean, baby, they say revenge is the dish best served cold. This is for you always being the whiny brat."

"Oh. So what cha gonna do Sammy? Make me beg? Make me cum till we pass out? Yeah?"

"Patience Dee. Patience" Sam said as he slid down Dean body. Till he reached his hard hot length. He mouthed all around, leaving wet kisses, skipping exact locations that would pleasure Dean the most.

Dean was already panting and started moving his hand to grab Sam's hair only to realise that they were cuffed. He let out a muffled groan.

Sam grabbed the base of Dean's dick, blocking any chance of cumming unexpectedly and swallowed him whole. Dean's back formed the perfect arc that Sam was so fond of.

"Sam please! Please just.."

"That's all you can take brother? This is just the beginning babe." The sight of Sam with a string of pre-cum extending from Dean's cock to his lips was not helping Dean at all.

"Fuck you Sammy. Just wait till I get out of these cuffs. .."

"Yeah? That's the plan. Fucking. Not getting out anytime soon Dee"

Sam then in one fluid motion placed himself of Dean's dick and drove it in. The groan that escaped both must have definitely reached few ears outside.

"That's... why.... you were in there so long." Were Dean's broken words.

"oh yes. Prepping myself up. Just for you." Sam's each word, each movement was making Dean groan and growl.

Sam moved up and down his dick. Clenching and unclenching. Relentless. Fast. Hard.

"Sammy! I am going to cum baby!"

"yeah? Well then I must stop." He got off of Dean and began laying soft slutry kisses all over his jaw, neck and chest.

"Sam! Please man! Just let me come. Pleaseeee"

"Nope. Not until you do the laundry for next month.."

"Are you fucking kidding me? The fucking laundry? That's what you want to talk bout now.?"

"yes Dean. And as much as I am turned on by this, I was not lying when I said I jerked off in the bathroom. I have more patience then you do. And my hands are free too". Sam was calmly kissing Dean and giving him a handjob simultaneously. Dean, well Dean was far from calm.

"You little bitch! Just let me get out of these dumbass cuffs, I promise you would not be able to sit for weeks!"

"Laundry jerk! Yes or no?" Sam had now again resumed his cowboy position.

"yes. Fucking yes. One month" Sam was more relived then happy. Seducing Dean without getting seduced was no small feat.

As Sam unlocked the cuffs he gyrated on Dean's cock whispering "Plan on keeping your earlier promise?"

"Hell yes!" 5 seconds were all that were needed. Unlock, pin Sam under, render him helpless, thrust and plunder. Sam was definitely not going to be able to sit properly for weeks.

The maid was definitely going to blush like a bride tomorrow.

[wincester1396]

Let the tears flow....

Everyone was gone! Mom, Cass, Crowley! Everyone. Dean was doing as much as he can to pull himself together. But Sam knew it was all pretence. The bruising of his knuckles was a proof of that. Also the presence of Jack was not soothing Dean to any extent. Every small mistake Jack made raised Dean’s hackles. He was constantly on edge. Sam fully understood Dean’s perspective but was feeling angry with Dean as well. Apparently Dean had forgotten that Sam had lost his mom too, Sam too has lost Cass and to some extent was even going to miss Crowley. But no! Dean showed no decorum while interacting with Jack, making Sam’s job even harder. All Sam needed was for his brother, his better half, his lover to show some support. Sam wanted to just relax for a bit feeling Dean’s warm embrace around him. To just lean into Dean and let go of his anger, his frustrations, his loss and his burdens. This all seemed impossible with jack around them, sudden appearance of Donatello and most importantly because Dean was being a dick. As soon as they reached the bunker Dean locked himself into his room. Guess Sam was sleeping alone today. As soon as he settled Jack into his room he fixed himself and Dean a sandwich and went to bed. He was not even going to knock on Dean’s door, he could come out after he was done being a baby. Sam was almost on the verge of sleep when he heard creaking of the door. Sam’s hand held on tight to his knife under his pillow. As much as he trusted Jack and believed in him Sam still was unaware of his powers. “Shhhh….” Came Dean’s voice as he came over to Sam’s side his had wounding around Sam’s under the pillow. “It’s just me Sammy.. Scoot!” In a confused state of mind, Sam scooted over making space for Dean. Dean slipped into his bed and silently wrapped his 4 inch taller than him brother in his arms. Sam seemed so small to him right now. All the anger regarding Dean left Sam’s body as soon as he was wrapped in Dean’s scent, in his arms. All the tension left his nerves making him pliant. This, this is what he was asking for exactly.   After few minutes, may have been hours, Sam’s hand slipped under Dean’s shirt making beeline towards his nipples. He could feel Dean getting hard under his thigh as he lay sprawled across Dean silently playing with Dean’s nipples and kissing his way up Dean’s jaw. Dean had had enough. He rolled Sam over and pinned him below him grinding himself against Sam. Soon all the clothes were off and nails were scraping across each other’s backs. But this time when they came together, there were no moans of ecstasy or whimpers of pleasure. Each other’s names were not called out. Instead tears flowed freely. Tears of loss, tears of anger, tears of years of carrying a burden that was never theirs, all escaped giving a relief to their souls. Tonight their souls made love not their bodies. As they came down from the high of the orgasm and had calmed down enough, Dean wiped them down with Sam’s T-shirt causing Sam to roll his eyes. Such a prude! No words were exchanged; they lay silently under the covers with Sam’s head resting peacefully across Dean’s chest. Dean was a man of few words but Sam knew this was Dean’s way of telling him that no matter the circumstances, nothing will ever change between them.

The End

[wincester1396]

Kisses

For most, their first kiss with the person they love is always precious. It may be under a sky full of stars or on the sand of a no name beach or maybe just o the couch watching TV. The kiss is made special by the person. For Sam and Dean their first kiss wasn’t as special, it was the second kiss that truly was. First kiss: 6 year old Sam rushes into the motel room yelling “Dee Dee!! Where are you?” “Back here Sammy!” “See what we drew today Dee…! Us with our favorite people. This is Dad, this is you and this is me!” says Sam waving a crumpled paper with stick figures drawn on them in front of Dean’s face. Dean takes one look at the drawing and is petrified. “Sammy? What are we doing Sammy?“ “We are kissing silly. That’s what we do to people we love..!“ “No Sam. Not on the lips kiddo. you only kiss your wife of husband on the lips. And don’t show this to dad please…” “Aww Dean! Don’t worry! You can be my husband..” “Shuddup Sammy! And I am keeping this.” Right then Dean couldn’t explain the sudden surge of happiness that went through him as he went ahead to keep the drawing safely with the rare few things he considered precious. Second Kiss:

An 18 year old Sam came back from school to the recent motel they were in- filled with guilt and fear. He had received the Stanford Acceptance letter and  was leaving tomorrow. He was still finding the courage to face Dean. Things were not great between them. Sam and Dean were always close; way closer than brothers should be. That tension had always existed between them and was only restricted because of the social dogma. Sam had wanted to escape that- as hard as it was going to be- and start down a more normal. more safe path. As he entered the room, he saw Dean sitting in a chair with a stark white envelope in his hand. Sam knew what it was as soon as he saw it and Dean face was enough evidence as well. Dean just put the letter under the table and grabbed baby’s keys. “When are you leaving?” “Tomorrow…Dean.. listen to…“ “Save it Sam. I’ll drop you to the bus station.“ He went straight out through the door and banged it hard behind. Sam cried to his heart’s content that day. And so did Dean

The next day Dean arrived exactly 30 mins before the bus was supposed to leave and silently picked up Sam’s duffel and loaded it in the trunk. The silence between them stretched on and on. Sam wanted to say so many things but he as scared he couldn’t do so without sobbing and one word from Dean would be enough to drop his plan.  As soon as Dean parked the car he turned around looking at Sam in the eyes ”Go if you have to Sam. I understand that you have to leave. You were never like us, you….. just.. go Sam.. Don’t forget me okay?” A sob was stuck in Dean throat. Seeing Dean so vulnerable made Sam ache. Before he could realize what he was doing he leaned forward grabbing Dean’s jacket and pulling him in for a kiss. He saw Dean’s eyes widen before closing his own eyes. 5 seconds in to the kiss Sam came back to his senses - dean not responding was enough to jolt him back - and jerked back. They stared at each other emotions raw on their faces.  “Fuck it!“ Dean grabbed Sam by the hoodie and pulled him in for a hot searing kiss that spread like fire through them. As their mouths melded and hands grabbed each other tears started flowing down their cheeks. For as much as it was the first true kiss between them it was also a final goodbye.  “See you Dean…this is not the end“ whispered Sam as they rested their foreheads against each other.

The End.

[wincester1396]

Home.

Sam never really belonged in any place. Of course, their way of life kept them on the move continuously. But even if they managed to settle at a certain place for a certain time, he found it difficult to adjust to the new surroundings; let alone feel a sense of belonging.

But Sam was not really bothered by it. Sure he hated changing schools continuously, or having no permanent place to live. Sometimes even felt like he would like to make some friends and actually be able to enjoy the friendship for a bit longer.

But one look at Dean after coming back from school would settle all such thoughts.

Dean would be sitting there on the bed cleaning his guns or making some bullets on the table or even reading a book sometimes. On the kitchen counter would be a glass of milk and a plate full of Sam's favourite cookies. Sam couldn't help but smile at Dean and like a clockwork get a scowl every single day with a "Just eat 'em". And every single day, Sam would keep half of his cookies for Dean to munch on later while catching a movie together later at night.

At such times the things outside their room did not matter. He was in his own safe bubble with dean right beside him. What more did he want.

Being in Dean's company was his home.The adoration and worship that was equally reciprocated was Sam's home. And Sam was not aware yet, but in few years Dean's arms were going to his home.