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wincest fic rec list
a collection of my favorite fics sorted by my favorite genres. most of these are not smut based, though they contain it (and if anyone’s interested i can make a pt. 2 with smutty ones). proof i read too much fanfiction…
pov outsider
Do you wish you could still touch… her? by ace__BETHANY (6,100 words) - “Every time Jessica Moore hears the name Dean and the consequences following it”
Rift by Fenix21 (6,511 words) - “John thought he knew what he was betraying. Turns out, he didn't.”
Daisy Boyhood by AnonDude (1,229 words) - “Bobby quickly discovers that the boys have no concept of the idea that their particular brand of closeness may not be right.”
Welcome Home by Samcursed (12,373 words) - “The hunters of the bunker don't know what to make of the strange man and the even stranger relationship with his brother when Dean shows up after being possessed by Micahel.”
weecest
Guardian Ad Litem by fraukatzen (24,389 words) -“Sam has always called Dean “daddy” when dad’s not around. Dean likes it a lot.” slow burn, kinky but also sweet
The Ballad of the Invisible Boy by dollylux (57,490 words) - “This is a story of adolescence. This is a love letter for the slow burn, for Led Zeppelin, for the 90s. This is the first of two sets of stories about how Sam and Dean didn’t fall in love. They never had to. It was always there, this desperation between them, like a real, breathing thing. When they came together, it was inevitable. As sure as continents colliding, as the phases of the moon and the life and death of stars. This isn’t a love story, but it’s a story of love” a classic, popular for a reason. the weecest of all weecest
The Salt-Filled Skins of Ptolemaea by BlindSwandive & Maven_Morozov (92,128 words) - “Sam has always felt like a freak in his body. As long as he can remember, his life has revolved around his brother--but as he begins to transition from a child to a teenager, he's forced into a reckoning of his feelings for Dean, and a strange angel appearing in his dreams that calls itself Azazel.” this is my favorite long form fic ever. changed my life a little. featuring trans!sam as well <3
house song by according2thelore (55,501 words) - “Pre-Canon/Teen!chesters AU in which Sam develops powers at age eleven, Dean will do anything to protect him, and they have to live with the consequences”
susceptible to falling by kermiethefrog (7,957 words) - “Dad says keep Sammy safe. Dad says take care of Sammy. Dad says make sure Sammy stays close, no matter what. So Dean does. No matter what.”
Too F’n High by ladygizarme (9,032 words) - sick fic with dark undertones, very smutty, be warned
It Started Out With A Kiss by intrepidheart (17,291 words) - “Sam has a date. That's not the problem. The problem is that Sam's asking Dean to teach him how to kiss. The problem is that this kiss changes everything.”
Crush by BewareTheIdes15 (23,401 words) - “Dean looks at him different now, Sam just can't figure out what the difference is.”
obsession/codependency heavy
mother is pretending by hathfrozen (19,936 words) -“Sam and Dean get reckless about how they're handling the pain of season 2, and whoops! slowly develop a Mommy kink along the way.” hathfrozen has the best fics ever. this one is one of my all time favorites, a must read
Monsters are always Hungry by untraceablegirl23 (27,460 words) - “Nonlinear depiction of the time Sam and Dean are found out and how it all comes to in the months beforehand which are Heaven and Hell at once. Or an acknowledgement of just how far they’d go for each other, even when it’s beyond wrong, because how can you hide when you’re entirely made for someone else?”
Hands Away by objectlesson (13,298 words) - “When you’re horny and alone with one person in one room for a long time and you’re sixteen and all you’ve ever been taught is to love your brother more than anything, it doesn’t seem like that far of a leap to start imagining what his mouth would feel like around your dick.”
case fics
The landscape after cruelty by zorrosuchil (16,428 words) - “After getting coordinates from Dad, Sam and Dean head north to Oregon to find a house that's making people sick for no apparent reason. Dean's antsy because of his unfinished business in that town with a violent spirit from four years ago, a machete-wielding murderer that simply vanished. But what he doesn't expect is the return of his feelings of obsession from four years ago - not over the case, but over Sam, who was away at college that summer. Dean tries not to get too worked up over all of it, but Sam's always been too hard to ignore.”
The Things We Carry with Us by lovesrain44 (47,604 words) - “Sam and Dean are on the road, saving people and hunting things, like they always do. Dean discovers that Sam is attempting to turn himself into a monk, and so he does his best to get Sam laid. Sam resists because, of course, who needs to have sex with a girl when Dean’s around? It's about going on a roadtrip with your brother. It's about the food you eat, and the maps you follow. It's about the things you carry with you.”
What Went Wrong Yesterday by SinnamonSpider, stormbrite (16,224 words) - “With Broward County in their rearview and a new case in their laps, Sam struggles to come to terms with the six months he spent alone after Dean’s death - and the fact that it never happened at all. And on top of it all, he now has to deal with the feelings for his brother that have been dragged to the surface.”
others
nothing's gonna hurt you, baby by orphaned (17,652 words) - angst slow burn getting together
Feel About the Same Most Every Day by orphaned (4,747 words) - angst unrequited smut
i don’t smoke by brotherfuckin (loved hands) (18,783 words) - “After John's death, Dean blames himself, puts up walls, and barricades himself from love. Sam tears it all down.”
Stranger Than Fiction by nyxocity (50,644 words) - “Meta-comedy/drama set immediately post-4x18” featuring dean being obsessed with wincest fanfiction
obsessed with the concept of sam and dean pointedly Not fucking bc thats dirty and wrong but they talk about it all the time in extreme detail.
they do this more or less often, as a little treat. maybe after a rough hunt or a bad day sam will ask very very quietly "can you tell me?" and dean will simply spoon him on the bed or maybe bends him over the hood of the impala or the counter and start talking.
they're both fully clothed, not even humping (that much) but dean's hands go under sam's shirt and they just roam the most innocent places but it gives sam goosebumps anyway. they're not even doing anything, dean's just speaking softly into sam's ear about how he'd open him up nice and slow and careful and kiss him all over but he doesn't even take sam's shirt off. it's just words.
other times sam is sitting on dean's lap with dean petting his back with one hand and he uses the other one to take his dick out and measure it against sam's stomach saying "this is how deep i could reach inside you" and they're talking for hours about how dean could get sam's belly full of incest babies and they've never kissed even once.
other times dean puts sam down on the bed and gets between his legs and says "i'd kiss you right here, and here, and here" as he lets his hands roam over his stomach and his thighs and waist and his ass and the dimples on his back. he says i'd call you baby (just baby, never baby brother) and he says i'd keep you here for hours, trapped under me, he tells sam he'd hold him by the throat, maybe his gorgeous princess hair and fuck him for hours slow and hard and deep until sam's gorgeous princess eyes are wet with tears and his legs grow numb.
the right words in the right order are enough to leave sam shaking and half in tears anyway and he still finds it comforting, and the best part is that well you know. it's just talking. it doesn't count.
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dean prone boning sam with his huge bicep wrapped around his neck. his entire weight is resting on sam’s body, and his erection is driving into that tight hole with his pelvis rhythmically slapping against sam’s plush ass.
and it’s just too good on sam’s end, the constant thrusts of dean’s cock jabbing at his prostate and him being suffocated by dean’s muscular arm has his brain turning into mush and his own cock leaking on the mattress. there is not a single coherent word that is slipping past his mouth besides the little mewls and high-pitched moans.
sam can’t squirm away either; with the very little strength that he has, he takes every deep stroke dean is giving him. and he doesn’t realize that he’s starting to drool on his bicep till dean lifts his head with his other hand, where he sees a string of saliva connected from his mouth to dean’s arm. the room may have spun on a tilted axis, but his brother was the only pull sam needed. dropping his chin into the meat of dean’s bicep, sam clamped down. and dean just stares down at the messy, slobber-soaked display, chuckling as he tightens his hold. it wasn't a malicious bite, but a dull gnawing.
"look at that," dean crooned, his voice dripping with syrupy condescension as he lazily scratched behind sam’s ear. "my little puppy got himself a chew toy."
thinking of sam’s “I love you and I’m trying to tell you but I don’t know how to” face
Supernatural
1.14 "Nightmare"
the layers of interpreting the pilot are like okay this is a story about brothers hunting a ghost and arguing about their childhoods cool -> ohhh the ghost says sam hasn’t cheated yet because she’s about to molest him -> ohhhhhhhhh the ghost says Sam hasn’t cheated yet because he’s currently emotionally cheating on Jessica narratively with his brother -> the ghost can’t go home that seems pretty standard -> wait why did Dean say right after “I’ll take you home” only for Sam’s home to be completely destroyed -> ohhhh. ohhhhhhhhhh.
and then well ep9 has Dean crying into the phone because he doesn’t feel like he can go home either, and this whole season is about the tension between home and family and the road and leaving, and every episode has characters paralleling the brothers, and everything is about leaving each other or choosing each other, and the horror has always been: something horrible happens in your house. you can never go home again.
I don't want to talk about it
uh uh
don't
I can't
uh uh
*physically disengages*
what are you doing?
no
that is anything but ok
what are you doing?
Keep pressure on that.
Here's the second part of the wincest fic rec list! The fics are grouped together under overarching tropes.
(Part 1 | Part 2)
Case Fics
The Truth In The Lie by flawedamythyst.
Summary: Sam and Dean pretend to be gay lovers while they hunt a monster on a bus tour of Nova Scotia.
Pine Sweat by Goshen.
Summary: Sam and Dean get sent back to 1996 and go on a hunt with their teenaged selves. The kids don't know who they are.
this narrow room where life began by peculiarstate.
Summary: Everything Dean is, even all these years later, is still for Sam, only ever Sam, it beats through his blood more real to him than his own heartbeat, Sam, Sam, Sam. The common fucking denominator of Dean’s entire life. or Four years later, Dean has Sam back. Some things have changed. The main thing hasn't.
venti cup of poison, half-caf, long shot by darlingargents.
Summary: A string of murders outside Seattle seem to be connected by coffee. Sam goes undercover as a barista to try and get to the bottom of it.
Mercy by LaughableLament.
Summary: Sam’s rattled, hunting a ghost light in the aftermath of Dean’s reunion with Cassie—a woman so important, Dean disobeyed Dad for her.
Walkin' the Tightrope by non_tiembo_mala.
Summary: It’s 2036, and twenty years since Sam and Dean called it quits on hunting to take up a secluded, quiet life. Maybe Jesse and Cesar gave them the idea, but after Amara, they realized they’d done enough. And they wanted a proper life together even more. Known as Sam Wesson and Dean Smith to the residents of the nearby town they call home, Sam and Dean keep mostly to themselves, their immaculately kept ‘67 Chevy Impala, and their cabin in the woods. That is, until someone from their past tracks them down, desperate for help. Sam and Dean can’t say no, not when it’s their dear friend Jody Mills in deep trouble – she’s missing – but the wedding bands they wear make going back to their old life just that little bit more complicated…
The Things We Carry With Us by lovesrain44.
Summary: Sam and Dean are on the road, saving people and hunting things, like they always do. Dean discovers that Sam is attempting to turn himself into a monk, and so he does his best to get Sam laid. Sam resists because, of course, who needs to have sex with a girl when Dean’s around? It's about going on a roadtrip with your brother. It's about the food you eat, and the maps you follow. It's about the things you carry with you. (Takes place some time after Heart.)
On the Cover of a Magazine by teashopmuses (LJ).
Summary: Sam and Dean are called in to investigate the mysterious death of a model at a photography studio in Michigan. The only way for them to get in? Pose as models themselves – which is much easier said than done.
When It Crackles by lyra_wing (LJ).
Summary: A cult is rumored to be guarding the Fountain of Youth. Oh, and while investigating it, Sam and Dean get roped into getting married. Yep.
Always You, without time or space by benitle (LJ).
Summary: Sam and Dean leave New Paltz, a haunted painting and Sarah behind them, each thinking in their own ways it'll be the last time they do anything like that. It isn't long before a string of unexplainable deaths takes them to The Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City. Between frustration and brotherly fights, surviving more art than can be seen in a lifetime, a revenge killer and the mean city, their relationship is taken to a whole new level that neither of them had expected. But of course it's never that simple, because between all the emotional chaos, there's also a case to solve!
thinking about samdean lately
thinking about writing again
as much as I love the concept of dennis sleeping in robby's bed while he's away my dennis is far too polite. he feels weird about it, too weird. he ends up curled fetal on robby's couch, holding himself, shivering a little. he doesn't even bother with a blanket.
robby gets home early. two months early and 2am early. it's dark out, and he's tired— he's never not tired. a bone-deep exhaustion he just can't shake. couldn't shake it on the road, couldn't work up the courage to hurl himself off a roof or a cliff or something that would end this endless exhaustion for good. he did something he's gotten embarrassingly good at, he gave up.
he assumes dennis is sleeping at the very least, most likely not even there. dennis probably stops by once a day to water a couple of dying plants, make sure no one has broken in overnight. easy enough. of course, dennis was welcome to stay. welcome to anything, his food, (not that there's much of it) his bed, anything he wanted. robby half-expected him to get the house. half-expected himself to never come home.
knew that he was never gonna do it. too pussy, too weak, maybe. he'll make excuses, say PTMC needs him, (what a joke..) that his colleagues would miss him, something, anything. but the damned truth is he just couldn't fucking do it.
robby eases his front door shut, toes out of his boots, sighs heavy through his nose. when he pads into the living room he's shocked to make out a form in the dim light, the rise and fall of breathing, dennis. god, of course. robby should've given him some sort of express permission, do whatever you want, sleep in my bed, wear my clothes, use my shower.
not like— not like that. even though robby's chest feels weird at the thought of it, dennis in his clothes... smelling of him... nuzzling into sheets he's slept in. fuck. robby's always been a fucking pervert when it comes to his adorable intern with the biggest, saddest eyes, but knowing it feels a little better. self-awareness and all that. the kid is just so sweet, so eager, so... he looks up at robby like robby means something to him.
just— dennis should've been comfortable. he knows the kid, always scared of imposing, taking up too much space, being too much. a tendency to curl into himself, even months later with a new edge of confidence. robby knows his mattress is a hell of a lot nicer than his couch, at least.
for a moment he considers if he should leave the little thing all curled up, sleeping, unaware. but robby is a selfish man. and he'll pretend that it's for dennis, that he's thinking about how achy the poor kid will get from sleeping on the couch, but he knows it's not true. robby is fucking tired. and he wants. he wants dennis in his bed, in his arms, sleepy and sweet, something whole, something innocent. someone who likes him. who cares about his opinions and his praises, craves them, even. fuck, yeah, robby's a selfish man. but he knows it. he's aware.
ignoring the protest in his back and knees, he scoops dennis up in the cradle of his arms, grunting at the muscled weight. dennis is short, compared to him at least, and robby fucking loves that more than he should— how small dennis can seem in comparison to him— but he's not exactly tiny. especially not since his return from rotations, with those pretty, sculpted arms robby keeps peeking at every time he offers a job-well-done fistbump.
fucking pervert.
dennis stirs a little, snuffles in the crook of his neck, and robby feels like crying. it's the most intimate he's been with someone in years, it feels like, even though he picked up a girl in a bar on the road just a week ago, gave her a good night. picked up a guy, just a couple days before that. robby's good at flirting, good at sex, good at impersonal.
this feels different. dennis's warm weight, the gentle smell of coconut shampoo, the softness of the dirty blond curls against his chin. this is someone he cares about. and dennis is clinging to him in his sleep, whining a little in the back of his throat as he's laid down on robby's bed. yeah. robby feels like fucking crying, even though he'd never just let himself. he spends most of his time trying not to cry.
but, he lets himself have this. shushes dennis's soft whines, crawls into bed and curls up close, gritting his teeth as dennis takes so easily to it. nuzzles up like he's trying to burrow into robby, shuddering like he's unused to touch, unused to the warmth of another body. robby squeezes his eyes shut and lets himself drop a kiss to the top of dennis's head, breathing him in deep til his shoulders loosen a bit. god, how long has he wanted this? feels like forever. maybe always, in some capacity. someone sweet and forgiving, warm and soft, cuddling up into his chest like robby could ever be considered "safe."
someone staying, as if robby could ever be anything but abandoned.
dennis whispers robby? against his throat and robby tenses up, scared that this safety bubble is popped, that everything's broken, that he's fucked it. that he only had paradise for a moment before it's snatched from his grip all over again.
he might as well give into it while he can. talk to dennis like he does in his head, treat dennis like he fantasizes about on lonely nights. so he hums soft, starts rubbing circles on dennis's back, cuddling him somehow closer as he coos shh, you're okay, baby, you're alright. you're safe, sweetheart. go back to sleep.
robby resigns himself, waits for the other shoe to drop. waits for dennis to realize what's happening, to wrench out of his grasp, maybe yell at robby for holding him, touching him like this without even asking. innocent, maybe, but intimate, too intimate. inappropriate. so robby waits.
dennis only rubs his cheek against robby's shoulder, tucks his face into robby's neck, body going lax with an adorable little yawn. mm, he murmurs, soft, sleepy. your bed's nice. I missed you.
this time, robby does cry.
also happy pride month to my cutieful butch nonbinary androgynous transfem lesbian wife sam winchester.
New au:
In a world where it’s 2026 Sam and Dean are really just fucked up serial killers and still had plot armor because they’re still gods favorite show they start social media accounts.
They start conjoined TikTok’s and instagrams and YouTube’s and twitters and pornhubs where they document their crimes, sex, and thoughts. maybe Sam even has a tumblr or a letterboxed.
In this world Sam has to get much better at technology/hacking and they need much better disguises for them not to be caught immediately but they are still gods favorite so they’re getting away with much more than killers of today typically do and have incredible luck with evading cops. Still, they’re smart with when they post and what they post.
They post videos of murders they’ve done, videos of them fucking, they do stupid trends, photos of them at diners, threats, and just general thoughts. Their accounts obviously get taken down super fast every time but they just keep making new ones. They’re clinically insane and find immense joy in reading the comments under their posts.
“They’re in my state? im actually terrified”
“Is this their real account??”
“THATS GORE!! why hasn’t this been taken down yet??”
“Sick fucking bastards”
“How haven’t the cops caught them yet?”
“Oh my god that’s the missing girl from Seattle I’m gonna be sick”
“This has to be ai”
“Report this shit!!”
“Wtf!! This is a snuff film sex tape of those two serial killer brothers!”
It gets to a point where there are subreddits dedicated to archiving every known account and all previous posts from them. They have the world in a chokehold and there are so many video essays and posts and documentaries about the two incestuous serial killer internet sensations.