#FLIRTING
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#FLIRTING
omg omg they are SO flirting itâs painfully obvious
Bringing this back bc it's gold
ÂŤÂ Itâs a bad idea  Sam sighs
ÂŤÂ Donât talk, youâre gonna ruin it  Dean complains, holding his brotherâs face in place.
He tries to sounds like he knows what he is doing, even though he has no idea if heâs 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 wonât stop. This is important for Sam, and for him, too. Itâs been two months since Sam confessed that he loved ÂŤÂ girly things , as Dean called them, and Dean had made his priorities to show as much support towards him as possible.
He wasnât 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.
Itâs 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 Deanâs heart burst with love.
 Here you go  He says, looking at his work.
Beautiful. Glorious. Thereâs not enough words to describe how pretty Sam looks right now, and Dean canât help but trace Samâs lips with his fingers, careful as not to ruin it.
ÂŤÂ Itâs so pretty Dean!  Sam says happily, looking at himself in the mirror Dean is holding.
ÂŤÂ Itâs all thanks to the model  He says, winking at him
Thereâs a deep, red blush spreading on Samâs cheeks, and Dean canât 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 Samâs jaw before pulling him closer until he can press his lips against his.
Five minutes later, Samâs lipstick is completely gone, though it can be find all over Deanâs own lips and face.
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.
Sam gets especially affectionate when heâs 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, heâs learned to cherish it. They still share a bed, most nights, and Samâs still just the right size to fit tucked into Deanâs side, cozy and safe.
Tonight, Dadâs fallen asleep early, snoring quietly in the bed next to them. Deanâs got his eyes closed, but heâs not sleeping yet; he knows that Sam is still awake, because Samâs lips are pressed to his skin as his brother mumbles little compliments and promises.
âLove you.â
And Dean canât fault him for that. Not with the little fingers curled tight in his shirt, or the way Samâs 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 theyâve 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 Samâs lips make their way upwards, towards the hinge of his jaw.
âLove you a lot,â Sam mumbles this time, and Dean hums quietly in response. Sam doesnât usually need much feedback, content with Deanâs hand firm on his back and the warmth of his very presence. âForever nâ ever.â
When he travels up higher, hesitating only a short moment before pressing a kiss to the corner of Deanâs mouth, Deanâs smile grows. Yeah. This part, heâs definitely grown to like.
âLove you, too,â he whispers back, and heâs rewarded with a proper kiss, chaste and lingering. Only when Sam pulls away does Dean speak again. âTime to sleep, kiddo?â
Sam yawns on cue and snuggles closer. He gets his head tucked up under Deanâs 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 Samâs lips. This, he thinks, is the absolute opposite of an annoyance.
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They're so over the top with each other lmao i love them
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Sam wakes up at 4 am, the cold of the room taking him out of his sleep. He frowns when he realizes heâs alone in the room, his brotherâ s bed left empty.
Slowly, he puts the cover around him, Deanâs 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.
âDean? Why are you up?â He asks, his voice still sleepy
âI was waiting for dadâ Dean says, not meeting Samâs eyes.
Sam feels a knot forming in his stomach he knows too well. Their dad isnât coming back, once again.
âGo back to sleep?â He asks softly
âNot tiredâ
Sam sights, both at Dean attitude and at his dad behavior. Dean is 16 but sometimes, he acts like heâs 10. He moves forward the sofa and slides on it, right in Deanâs arms, ignoring the way Dean frowns.
âIâm coldâ Itâs an excuse and they both know it but they donât say anything.
Theyâve been doing that more and more lately, sharing kisses and letting their hands touch discreetly when theyâre walking.
âIâm here, you know?â Sam whispers âI will never leave youâ
Dean holds him closer, dropping a kiss on his mouth before moving to his nose. Maybe itâs stupid, but he needs to say it to Dean, needs to know that his brother knows that he loves him, no matter what.
âNight, Sammyâ Dean replies before closing his eyes too
âYou smell goodâ Dean says, breathing Samâs hair as deep as he can
âYouâre weirdâ Sam laughs, but Dean can feel him doing the same thing, his pretty face against his torso.
Itâs 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 canât deny that itâs 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.
âAlright, lets go to classâ Dean finally says, putting Sam away from him. âWe can cuddle more tonight, you girlâ He shoves him away, but Sam is already back in his arms
âYou know you like it tooâ
âYeah, I doâ He kisses the top of his head, smiling softly âBut donât tell anyoneâ
âPromiseâ Sam says, taking his hand in his.
As if this isnât the best thing in the entire universe. All I can picture in my head is the conversation between Sam & Dean before it happens.
âIf this is wrong I donât wanna be rightâ
Then BAMMMMM!
Anyone else got a line they think may have been said prior!?? đ¨ââ¤ď¸âđâđ¨
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 âletâs be real, Sam was coming onto Deanâ scene from Playthings, not textual, but it needs to be here.
Deanâs never actually realized just how domestic theyâve become, not until heâs 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 canât see with his eyes closed. And when Dean takes his seat across from Sam, propping his feet in his brotherâs lap as they eat their breakfast, he has to admit he loves this little bit of normalcy.
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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.
Sam: [kisses Deanâs cheek]
Dean: What the hell was that?
Sam: Affection.
Dean: Disgusting.
Sam:
Dean:
Dean: Do it again.
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Each time, Dean expects it to feel wrong.Â
Each time Sammyâs little thighs wrap around his, he wonders if maybe this time heâll feel guilty for taking advantage.
But how can he feel guilty when itâs Sam who started it, Sam who initiates every time?Â
Sam ambushes him today while heâs 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 Deanâs neck, kissing his cheek as he uses his grip to pull himself up and twine lithe legs around one of Deanâs.
Sam sighs against his cheek and moans as Dean pulls him closer, rubbing his little brotherâs dick against his hip. Samâs little noises are like the sweetest music in Deanâs ear. Heâs probably wearing panties under the skirt and the thought makes Dean bite his lip and slide one hand up Samâs smooth thigh to find out.
One day, maybe, touching his little brother will feel wrong, but until that day, Dean canât think of any reason to deny his baby boy anything. And if he wants Dean, well. At least itâs something Dean can give.
Thank you @alphvjensen for helping me figure this one out :) ;)