love me some wincest.

[supernatularry]

[mostly10]

#FLIRTING

[wincesteystuff]

omg omg they are SO flirting it’s painfully obvious

[wincesteystuff]

Bringing this back bc it's gold

[winmance]

« It’s a bad idea » Sam sighs

« Don’t talk, you’re gonna ruin it » Dean complains, holding his brother’s face in place.

He tries to sounds like he knows what he is doing, even though he has no idea if he’s doing it right. He asked a girl at the store to show him how to do it and it looked pretty easy, but watching someone do it and actually doing it are two different things.

But he won’t stop. This is important for Sam, and for him, too. It’s been two months since Sam confessed that he loved « girly things », as Dean called them, and Dean had made his priorities to show as much support towards him as possible.

He wasn’t too sure about it at first. He was scared of his own reaction, of saying something that could hurt Sam. But then he saw Sam in a dress for the first time, and all his doubts just went away.

It’s not so much about how he looks. Sure, Sam is dead glorious, but he always is, with or without a dress. But the smile on his face, the way his eyes shined with happiness, joy and proudness made Dean’s heart burst with love.

« Here you go » He says, looking at his work.

Beautiful. Glorious. There’s not enough words to describe how pretty Sam looks right now, and Dean can’t help but trace Sam’s lips with his fingers, careful as not to ruin it.

« It’s so pretty Dean! » Sam says happily, looking at himself in the mirror Dean is holding.

« It’s all thanks to the model » He says, winking at him

There’s a deep, red blush spreading on Sam’s cheeks, and Dean can’t hold his own smile. Fuck, his brother is adorable.

« You know, it tastes pretty good, too » Sam says, his voice dropping a little

« It does? »

« Yeah. Wanna taste it? »

Dean licks his own lips, his fingers tracing Sam’s jaw before pulling him closer until he can press his lips against his.

Five minutes later, Sam’s lipstick is completely gone, though it can be find all over Dean’s own lips and face.

[wincesteystuff]

Wincest prompt: high dean talks equally high sam into going to the grocery store at 4:00am to get him a pie, they go together, start mocking everything in the store, take pictures with what they find to be very funny looking produces, kiss under a baloon arch and have someone record it, and go home with three pies. They eat everything, and falling asleep tangled together, tucked under a big fluffy blanket, whispering 'i love you's to each other.

[babybrotherdean]

Sam gets especially affectionate when he’s sleepy. It annoyed Dean, sometimes, when they were younger- he had a tendency to get cranky when he was tired, and the last thing he wanted was a needy little brother keeping him from his rest- but these days, he’s learned to cherish it. They still share a bed, most nights, and Sam’s still just the right size to fit tucked into Dean’s side, cozy and safe.

Tonight, Dad’s fallen asleep early, snoring quietly in the bed next to them. Dean’s got his eyes closed, but he’s not sleeping yet; he knows that Sam is still awake, because Sam’s lips are pressed to his skin as his brother mumbles little compliments and promises.

“Love you.”

And Dean can’t fault him for that. Not with the little fingers curled tight in his shirt, or the way Sam’s arms and legs always tangle around him, like the limbs of an especially tactile octopus. The kisses have been a part of this since Sam was small, but they’ve taken on a new meaning in recent years; one that used to make Dean feel guilty. Now, he just lets himself enjoy it, smiling faintly as Sam’s lips make their way upwards, towards the hinge of his jaw.

“Love you a lot,” Sam mumbles this time, and Dean hums quietly in response. Sam doesn’t usually need much feedback, content with Dean’s hand firm on his back and the warmth of his very presence. “Forever n’ ever.”

When he travels up higher, hesitating only a short moment before pressing a kiss to the corner of Dean’s mouth, Dean’s smile grows. Yeah. This part, he’s definitely grown to like.

“Love you, too,” he whispers back, and he’s rewarded with a proper kiss, chaste and lingering. Only when Sam pulls away does Dean speak again. “Time to sleep, kiddo?”

Sam yawns on cue and snuggles closer. He gets his head tucked up under Dean’s chin and falls quiet, always quick to drift off once he puts himself down. One of a million endearing qualities.

Dean keeps his arms tight around his brother and thinks about the little tingles left over from Sam’s lips. This, he thinks, is the absolute opposite of an annoyance.

192/365

[nothingidputbeforeyou]

J2 + 😍 + touch at JIB9

by request

[wincesteystuff]

They're so over the top with each other lmao i love them

[wincesteystuff]

i’m sorry i have been so inactive lately :/ 

[winmance]

Sam wakes up at 4 am, the cold of the room taking him out of his sleep. He frowns when he realizes he’s alone in the room, his brother’ s bed left empty.

Slowly, he puts the cover around him, Dean’s too big sweatshirt not being enough to keep the warmness. He can hear the television in the living room and he walks forward it without second thought.

“Dean? Why are you up?” He asks, his voice still sleepy

“I was waiting for dad” Dean says, not meeting Sam’s eyes.

Sam feels a knot forming in his stomach he knows too well. Their dad isn’t coming back, once again.

“Go back to sleep?” He asks softly

“Not tired”

Sam sights, both at Dean attitude and at his dad behavior. Dean is 16 but sometimes, he acts like he’s 10. He moves forward the sofa and slides on it, right in Dean’s arms, ignoring the way Dean frowns.

“I’m cold” It’s an excuse and they both know it but they don’t say anything.

They’ve been doing that more and more lately, sharing kisses and letting their hands touch discreetly when they’re walking.

“I’m here, you know?” Sam whispers “I will never leave you”

Dean holds him closer, dropping a kiss on his mouth before moving to his nose. Maybe it’s stupid, but he needs to say it to Dean, needs to know that his brother knows that he loves him, no matter what.

“Night, Sammy” Dean replies before closing his eyes too

[winmance]

“You smell good” Dean says, breathing Sam’s hair as deep as he can

“You’re weird” Sam laughs, but Dean can feel him doing the same thing, his pretty face against his torso.

It’s their third weeks in this school, and unlike the others time, they presented as boyfriends instead of brothers.

Dean is afraid someone will find out and they will wake up one day with the cops at their door, or worse, with their dad. But he can’t deny that it’s amazing to be able to cuddle Sam whenever he wants, to kiss him and hold his hand.

Not to mention how fast his heart beats every time Sam introduces him as his boyfriend, or how Sam smiles so widely when he calls him baby, sweetheart, and every others names he can find, and yeah, maybe he likes it too, when Sam becomes red from head to toes when he squeezes his ass discreetly or rest his hand a little to high on his thigh.

“Alright, lets go to class” Dean finally says, putting Sam away from him. “We can cuddle more tonight, you girl” He shoves him away, but Sam is already back in his arms

“You know you like it too”

“Yeah, I do” He kisses the top of his head, smiling softly “But don’t tell anyone”

“Promise” Sam says, taking his hand in his.

[helpimanspnfan]

[lucireaper-blog]

As if this isn’t the best thing in the entire universe. All I can picture in my head is the conversation between Sam & Dean before it happens.

“If this is wrong I don’t wanna be right”

Then BAMMMMM!

Anyone else got a line they think may have been said prior!?? 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨

[not-a-perfect-metaphor]

On Wincest:

A few examples of Wincest being textually included in the show (and this is just what I can post without running out of space)

Edit: I wanna point out that this is specifically just to talk about text thrown in by the writers. Love love! <3.

The ‘let’s be real, Sam was coming onto Dean’ scene from Playthings, not textual, but it needs to be here.

[wincesthart]

Dean’s never actually realized just how domestic they’ve become, not until he’s bringing Sam bacon and eggs while his brother reads the paper at the little dining table. As soon as the plate is set in front of Sam, he tilts his head back, already waiting for the kiss Dean usually expects as payment for bringing Sam his coffee. Dean accepts it with a small smile that Sam can’t see with his eyes closed. And when Dean takes his seat across from Sam, propping his feet in his brother’s lap as they eat their breakfast, he has to admit he loves this little bit of normalcy.

[wincesteystuff]

SUPER URGENT!!!

Okay guys, i'm writing a research paper on dissociative disorders and childhood trauma and i need some illustrations so, art side of tumblr, i'm reaching out to you!!! whether that be pictures or drawings or paintings, i just need something to illustrate dissociation and childhood trauma!! I have to finisj this paper this week so a pretty urgent!!

to anyone who answers, THANK YOU. please reblog!!

[wincesteystuff]

weecest prompt: Sam makes a flower crown for Dean because he thinks it woul make his eyes and freckles stand out. when he gives it to his brother, Dean blushes furiously so Sam is a little dissapointed so Dean decides to wear it anyways and Sam is amazed by how good he looks with it. Dean wears it the whole evening in their motel, and Sam lays on the couch and stares at his brother with heart eyes. at the end of the evening Dean lays down with Sam who gets on top of him and whispers to him "you're so pretty, Dean, i could stare at you all night" which makes Dean blush. Hid blush gets even deeper and his heart speeds up when Sam kisses the corner of his mouth before falling asleep.

[claricemydarling]

Sam: [kisses Dean’s cheek]

Dean: What the hell was that?

Sam: Affection.

Dean: Disgusting.

Sam:

Dean:

Dean: Do it again.

[yesultrasecret]

Looking for some blogs to follow! Like or reblog if you post mostly wincest, especially wincest fanart

[thelastpickleinthejar]

Each time, Dean expects it to feel wrong. 

Each time Sammy’s little thighs wrap around his, he wonders if maybe this time he’ll feel guilty for taking advantage.

But how can he feel guilty when it’s Sam who started it, Sam who initiates every time? 

Sam ambushes him today while he’s cleaning the guns, comes up next to him in a tiny pink skirt and tshirt and stretches up on his toes to wrap his arms around Dean’s neck, kissing his cheek as he uses his grip to pull himself up and twine lithe legs around one of Dean’s.

Sam sighs against his cheek and moans as Dean pulls him closer, rubbing his little brother’s dick against his hip. Sam’s little noises are like the sweetest music in Dean’s ear. He’s probably wearing panties under the skirt and the thought makes Dean bite his lip and slide one hand up Sam’s smooth thigh to find out.

One day, maybe, touching his little brother will feel wrong, but until that day, Dean can’t think of any reason to deny his baby boy anything. And if he wants Dean, well. At least it’s something Dean can give.

Thank you @alphvjensen for helping me figure this one out :) ;)