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stanfordsweater · 6 months ago

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hello i'm new to the supernatural fandom and you have been in my recommendeds for a while, reasons to ship wincest???

i thought for a long time about how to respond to this so imma link catherine tosenberger's excellent analysis of the first few seasons where "the most resistive aspect of Wincest fan fiction is that it gives the main characters a lasting happiness that the series eternally defers."

to begin with, there are a lot of people who will argue for the toxic codependency and i love them and also love it but the reason i've been here for well over a decade is because of the way that wincest offers you two paths: you can follow the path of those who write endless meta about how one or the other brother is abusive and how toxic it is and eventually brainwash yourself into being unable to ship it, or you can follow the path of love and light and perspective and recognize 1. these are fictional characters and b. there are no two characters in genre tv who are as devoted to each other as sam and dean. there is no plotline that follows through fifteen seasons of being obsessed with each other.

by choosing the incest pill, you grant yourself access to fifteen seasons of generally good tv ABOUT YOUR SHIP EXCLUSIVELY. sam and dean are the main characters and you will always know, opening up an episode, that they will be there, doing their weird-ass jealous obsessiveness, and you will never despair about not having them present, together, even if they're fighting or struggling or depressed. that is a very special thing!

now, beyond that, assuming you've watched the show, there's many reasons to cross the incest line. FIRSTLY, everyone involved was well aware of what they were doing. we have a few choice quotes i've collected below about their relationship that ramps up the intensity:

"Ultimately, they are pathologically dishonest with each other because John Winchester was pathologically elusive to them," consulting producer Ben Edlund says. "They learned that the truth is this dangerous thing, and that you shouldn't speak it. He even taught them to keep secrets from each other for strategic purposes." With all of the supernatural, apocalyptic, tragic drama woven into the show, Sam and Dean's relationship is rooted in human emotion. "When you look at the dysfunction that they show to each other, it comes directly from how they were brought up, and that's a kind of dysfunction that people in this world continue to face. 'Why didn't my dad tell me that he loved me yesterday?' We're just people sharing the same kind of thing," Edlund says.

"Why do you think Dean has had such a hard time forgiving Cas when he did forgive Sam for a similar betrayal?"

I think the easy answer is blood, I think the easy answer is family, even though if there was a family in this show it would include Bobby, it would include Cas, it would include these-- these-- kind of, broken war-torn heroes we've come to know, and you know, Bobby has that famous line, "family don't end with blood," but it is his brother, at the end of the day, that's the closest he has to a companion, and has had for a companion for many years, so I think with Cas there was always, "he's unnatural, he's an angel," and I think that for Dean, relating to someone like that, it's tricky, relating to monsters, relating to anything supernatural, his brother is flesh and blood, it's tangible, he can touch that.

Obviously the relationship between Sam and Dean is central to our show but we’ve been building this rift between Sam and Dean all season, so that led to the idea of having this young male character that sort of idolizes Dean and does all the cool stuff that Sam won’t do, and that’s Dean’s perfect mate.

(the thing sam won't do is literally swapping spit with him. tell me i'm lying)

in the hunt, page 37

Not all fans are content simply to attend conventions. Some of them want to take a hand in the story, and their fan fiction can explore areas mostly untouched on the show, like the latent homoerotic suggestiveness of the Winchesters’ intense relationship.

-THE NEW YORK TIMES

"eyefuck" became a well-known script shorthand because of how intense j2 looked at each other as sam and dean

it's a terrible life draft script:

Note B) They are supposed to be together

Note C) each been all alone in separate life finally found kindred spirit

in the hunt, page 158

i haven't included any eric kripke quotes because he has so much wrong with him that i don't want to enable it. this is a compliment. it is one of the highest i can give.

SO-- what these quotes tell us:

sam and dean are relatable because their relationship is intensely human

sam and dean have shared secrets they cannot voice to one another but that nonetheless make them inseparable

people have been writing motherfucking essays about sam and dean's homoeroticism since the show aired

within the mythology of the show, sam and dean are meant to be together above all other relationships

...oh, you need more? i didn't think i'd get this far. um... okay... look at them???

if you choose to walk this path you will find yourself crying and taking screenshots every time they look at each other or touch each other or hold each other and you will thank the lord in heaven that we were granted this intensely wild and beautiful homoerotic relationship back in 2005 and praise jesus that you can always return to their raw sexual chemistry-- "In fact, much like the early X-Files, the show is fueled past its failings almost entirely by the chemistry between the two principals, the boys who, like Mulder and Scully, generate enough sexual tension to power a small city" as quoted by whitney cox in 2006 in an article that otherwise fails to bring anything to the table, sorry if you love it for your meta but also literally just go read the catherine tosenberger essay

you still need more????? jesus, what have you shipped prior to this? well, go watch the pilot and enjoy the fact that the first scene these two have together they are wrestling on the floor (sexually) and getting all romantically silhouetted against this beautiful lighting

and then go watch a few fanvids like this or this and then watch the pilot and watch this and then read this post about how supernatural happily wields incest as a tool of horror and as comedy and then scroll through my entire family horror show tag to understand more and then watch this immaculate video that deals with the whole thing and think about how all these things were happening in 2005 and remember the fact that sam and dean are the main characters of the universe... and then maybe just watch the show and please do not become an annoying shit poster who just talks about how they hate it🙏

#if you become a poster who just talks about how bad the show is or how abusive one of them is to the other i will hunt you down and put bees #in your house #wincest

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queen-of-deans-booty · 14 days ago

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Something To Lose

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~4k

Warnings: beautiful angst, major character death

Summary: You have one purpose in life. Heal. No matter how long it takes, you will always heal those who need it. You’ve traveled the world across different eras and seen humanity grow and learn, all the way to the 21st century. There, you met Dean Winchester and everything you thought you couldn’t have, Dean proves otherwise. He’s your greatest love and the most important one of all.

Square Filled: healer (2021) for @spnfluffbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

The town is quiet. Everyone is inside their houses sleeping, like you should be, but there is something you need to do. You were chosen for this. You have a destiny to fulfil. You slip out the back door of your little cottage and stick to the trees behind your house. It’s better than being int the streets where you can be caught by police. They’re tracking down on people staying out after curfew. If you’re caught, you could be arrested.

This would not bode well.

The only thing you have to light your way is the torch in your hands, and you take extra care not to let the flames touch the dry leaves above you. The last thing you need is accidentally setting your town on fire. Not that it would be a bad thing. Almost everyone in this town are bad people. Thieves, corrupt politicians, murderers, and traffickers.

No one is safe after dark.

You keep your head down and your hood up to hide your face as you hurry along the unmarked trail. You’re late. Sister Alice will not be pleased about this, but you left late. It’s not your fault your father stayed up nursing three glasses of alcohol. As soon as he passed out on the couch, you were able to slip away.

Sister Alice’s cottage is on the outskirts of town, away from authority. No one comes out here because no one likes Sister Alice. They claim she’s a witch and refuse to welcome her into town. She is one, but she doesn’t want to pretend just to please them. They don’t have evidence against her being a witch which is why they haven’t set fire to her and her cottage. She mostly stays out of people’s way. Most have forgotten about her or have better things to do with their time.

You reach her cottage and set the torch in the holder right outside her front door. You knock twice and she opens it seconds later.

“You are late.”

“I am sorry. Father had not gotten to bed yet.”

“We are just about to get stated. Come.” You slips inside and close the door behind you, following her into the back room where Sister Margaret and Sister Catherine are. “Do you know why you are here, Y/N?”

“Yes.”

“Why are you here?”

“To fufil the purpose of the coven. To heal.”

“Yes. Our time has come to pass on the responsiblity to you.” Alice, Catherine, and Margaret stand around a table with different ingredients for the spell. Sitting in the middle of a bowl with red liquid inside. Blood. “With this spell, it will tie you to us. You will now be the sole proprietor for this coven. Do you understand what is at stake?”

“Yes.”

Catherine mutters something in Latin before tossing in a few ingredients into the bowl. Margaret says something different in Latin and tosses a few more ingredients into the spell.

“It is now your turn, my dear,” Alice says.

You offer your hand which she takes. She picks up a long jagged knife and places the tip of the blade to your palm. She pricks your palm so that your blood pools in the middle of your hand. All the spell needs is a few drops of your blood for it to tie to you. She sets the knife down and flips your hand to allow your blood to drip into the mixture.

Now it’s her turn.

You pull your hand away, and Alice starts chanting something in Latin. Flames from the torches spike angrily, and the mixture in the bowl starts to boil. As soon as she stops chanting, the boiling stops and the flames die down to normal. She pours the mixture into a cup and holds it out to you.

“Drink, my dear.”

You don’t hesitate. You drink the entire elixir until there is no more left. You set the cup down and lick your red lips. A trickle of blood runs down your chin, and Margaret grabs a white cloth to wipe it away.

“The spell is now complete.” You look down at your wrist to see the number one thousand embedded on your skin. Like a tattoo. Only it will go away once it reaches zero. “Do you understand the responsibilities that you have just agreed upon?”

“Yes.”

“Recite them.”

“I shall do no harm. I shall only heal those who need it. I shall uphold the rules of this coven.”

“One thousand years have been added to your own lifespan. Use those years wisely. Continue our work. A new healer will be born at the moment of your death, whenever and wherever that may be.”

“I will not let you down, Sister Alice, Sister Margaret, Sister Catherine.”

You left your small town as soon as possible, and you didn’t look back. It took a while to get used to the new power you had, but yoyu soon got the hang of it after a couple of decades. You have the power to heal people, but it takes years off your lifespan to do it. The bigger the wound, the more years are taken off.

After doing this for nearly two decades, you understood how many years it took for certain types of wounds. Smaller ones only take a year or two off while the bigger ones can take up to sixty years. You can heal up until the point of death, you can’t bring anyone back from the dead. You can’t stay bin one town for long otherwise people will get suspicious from your lack of aging.

It gave you the opportunity to travel the world, and you traveled everywhere. Your time was mostly spent in an out of hospitals for the first few centuries, healing those without raising suspicions. As soon as you did, you left to go find someone else who needed it.

That’s the whole point of the coven. They are healers. They aren’t evil. Sister Alice was mocked for her sorcery and was ridiculed for it, but she was responsible for healing those who suffered from wounds or illness. No one knew how good she was. Her, Catherine, and Margaret died shortly after that ritual.

They gave their lives to help you.

You’re not going to let them down. Not when you’ve already done so much for the world.

This power has given you the opportunity to see the world and how humanity has changed. From witnessing the slave trade in Europe to from seeing new religions emerge to Magellan proving the world was round to listening to William Shakespeare read his stories to being part of the scientific revolution with Galileo and Newton to being in the middle of the French and Indian War to seeing the Declaration of Independance signed to seeing the Eiffel Tower being built to watching the first silent movie in theaters to the Titanic sinking to World War II to Chernobyl to 9/11.

You’ve seen and done so much and you have a long more to go. One thousand years you were given, and you only have two hundred left. Theoretically, you could live forever if you stopped haling, but your coven gave you a purpose, and you have to fulfil it. You have to see it to the end.

Before, you were only in certain areas for no more than five years before you were forced to move on. You didn’t have time for relationships. You never felt the need to have one… until you met Dean Winchester. If you thought healing normal people was overwhelming, healing those who were injured by monsters was a whole different ballpark.

You are now going through your yars much faster than you were before. You try not to use too much but there is always someone who needs to be healed. If you can’t heal them completely, you heal a portion of them to make them feel better. You mostly heal victims by monsters nowadays but you occasioanlly go to the hospital to see if anyone there can use your power.

Dean changed your mind about relationships. Suddenly, you felt the need to stick around longer. You wanted to form connections. You wanted something real, and he gave that you to. Sure, you’re probably going to outlive him, but you’re done running form that part of you. Your life have been nothing but hook ups. You want to experience something real before you die, and Dean is that man.

He’s the one variable you can’t control, and it scares the hell out of you. One thing you learned is that it’s good to be scared. It means you have something to lose, and you don’t want to lose him.

Your phone rings and you smile when you see Dean’s name and picture. The Old World was much more beautiful but there’s something about the New World that calls to you. Technology plays a big part of that.

“Hey, Dean,” you answer.

“Hey, where are you? You left before I woke up.”

You look at the giant hospital in front of you. “The hospital. I have something to do here. I won’t take long.”

“Okay.”

“I alos have a surprise for you when I get home,” you say in a sultry tone.

You can hear his smirk on the other end. “Yeah? What is it?”

“Well, it involves you and me… very little clothing, almost none… and lots of kisses.”

“Sounds like my kind of surprise,” he chuckles.

“I’ll see you soon.”

You hang up and walk inside the hospital to check in. After getting a visitor’s pass, you take the elevator to the fourth floor. Since deciding to stay in Kansas with Sam and Dean, you visit the same coffee shop evry morning at the same time as Desiree. You two got to talking, and now you look forward to that interaction every day.

She misses the last three weeks because Destiny, her little girl, got into a bad accident that left her in a coma. She hasn’t left the hospital since, so now you bring her coffee instead.

“Hey, Desiree. How are you doing?”

“I’m alright.”

“How is Destiny?”

“No change. The doctors don’t have hope she is going to wake up,” she cries softly.

You set the coffee on the table knowing she won’t drink it, and you rub her back in comfort.

“Miracles happen every day. You have have to have faith that she’ll wake up.” She nods and wipes her tears away. “Have you eaten?”

“I can’t. I can’t leave her side. She’s my little girl.”

“I’ll stay with her, okay? Go get something to eat. I’ll be here the whole time, okay? I’ll call you if anything happens.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” you smile.

“Okay, thank you.”

“It’s no problem.”

Desiree leaves the room and you look at Destiny in thought. You stand up and close the blinds so that no one can look in and see what you’re about to do. You’ve learned pretty quickly that if you give some time, most injuries will heal on their own. People who have borken bones or cuts are going to be okay, so you put your powers to those who need it like cancer patients or paralyzed people, etc.

You wanted to give Destiny some time to come out of this on her own, but it looks like she won’t. Walking away now would not only be a disservice to you but also to your coven. You hover both hands over her body and use your powers to see just how bad she is. Healing her completely will take forty years off your lifepsan, but it’s worth it. This little girl deserves to live a long and happy life, so you don’t think twice about healing her.

This is why you were created.

Her body shines gold as you work your power through her, and you pull away once she is going to be okay. You promised Desiree you’d stay but you can’t be here when Destiny wakes up. You slip out of the room and walk to the elevator. Desiree comes back without noticing you, and you watch her walk into her daughter’s room.

“Destiny! You’re awake! Doctor! Nurse!” she exclaims happily.

The elevator doors close and you smile to yourself. You’re never going to see Desiree again. You leave the hospital and are about to call a cab when you notice the sleep Impala by the curb.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” you ask.

“Picking you up. There’s a hunt.”

“Great,” you smile and get into the car.

“So, did you finish what you were doing?” Dean asks.

“Yeah. I just wanted to visit a friend. She’s going to be okay.”

You don’t tell them about what you did because they don’t know you can heal. I’s not that you don’t trust them, you trust them with your life. You’ve just never told anyone about these powers, and you’re not going to start now. Imagine what would happen if the rest of the world found about this. You’d be a science project, and you can’t let your coven down even though you’re the only remaining member.

No, it’s best to stay in the dark.

“So, what’s the hunt about?”

“We don’t know yet. All we know is that people are dead, and it kinda of looks like our thing.”

Without Chuck pulling the reins, they’re able to take whatever hunts that come their way. They’re finally free and life hasn’t been as sweet as it is now. Dean stops halfway to Texas to get gas, and Sam walks intot he gas station to get a few snacks. You and Dean stay by the car for some alone time.

You lean against the car and Dean traps you with both arms. Not like you want to go anywhere. He leans in and kisses you slowly and lovingly. He slides one hand into your hair before moving it down to your jaw.

“How about after this hunt, we should take a ride to the coast. Maybe spend time at the beach. I’ve been looking at a few beach houses for rent.”

“Just us?”

“Just us,” you grin.

You lean up and kiss him again, this time for longer. You hear Sam’s footsteps and part from his brother. It’s late by the time you get to Texas, so you decide to tackle this in the morning. A group of people had violated the home of a family of four, took the kids, killed the dad, and cut the tongue out of the mother.

Police are at the crime scene when you get there, and Sam and Dean flash their badges tot he detective.

“Tell us what happened here.”

“From what we gathered from the wife, four masked men came into their home last night. The woman locked the kids in their bedrooms but that doesn’t stop them from attacking her. They cut out her tongue and drained the dad’s body of blood. They found the kids and took them. We don’t know where yet.”

“What did the killers looks like?” Sam asks.

The detective hands over a sketch. Dean takes the sketch and immediately recognizes the masks they used. He’s read about it enough times in his father’s journal. John was hunting this group way back when, but they escaped. They used the same MOs back then, and now they’ve returned to continue killing.

“Why don’t you two do research. I want to visit the mother at the hospital,” you say.

You use Dean’s car to drop them at the motel before going to the hospital. The woman is in a private room sleeping, and you quietly slip inside without waking her. You might not be able to bring her children or husband back, but you can give her something. You can’t bring back limbs once they’ve been removed from a person because you’d have to create bone, tissue, nerves, muscle, and everything else in order to restore function. However, the tongue is a muscle. No bones or ligaments or skin is needed to fix it.

Looking at her wound, it’s only going to take twenty years off your life span. That will leave you with one hundred and forty years before you die. You don’t want this woman to have to live with this her whole life. All it’ll be is a reminder of the worst day. The least you can do is try to give her her life back.

Healing her only takes five minutes, and you leave her room before anyone notices. Sam and Dean, when you return, have figured out that you’re dealing with a group of vampires. It would explain the draining of blood. With your help, they’re able to locate where their nest is. If children are involved, you have to go with them.

You’re not a hunter and you don’t go out in the field, but you will for this one since children are at stake. You usually help with research or gathering supplies when they need it. You’re a lover not a fighter, but you don’t hesitate to go with them when they leave.

“I can’t have you in this fight,” Dean says to you when they get to the farm.

“What are you talking about? I can fight if needed.”

Dean turns to look at you over the back seat, and Sam exits out of the car to give you two a moment.

“I can’t lose you, okay?”

“Then let me get the kids out. You two fight and I’ll get them to safety. I’ll stay with them out here. Let me do this.”

Dean can’t do his job if he’s worrying about you, but this seems okay.

“Okay. Get them out and stay out here.”

“Okay,” you nod.

The brothers get their machetes and quickly scout the house for the best entry point. The kid are located in the barn in the back along with the vampires, but there are two entrances. One in the front and one in the back. You run to the back and wait for their signal before entering. Sam and Dean have been doing this for decades so it’s easy to infiltrate the nest. As soon as you hear the fight, you yank the door open and sneak inside.

There are about a dozen kids huddle together on a dirty mattress on the floor, and you psst them to grab their attentions.

“Hey, kids, follow me. I’m here to get you to safety. Come on.”

They have no problem trusting you since you’re not the ones who has taken them. They run out of the door while Sam and Dean keep the vampires busy, and you bring them over to the Impala. You can’t transfer them all in the car, but you can wait with them until the authorities show up.

Ten minutes go by and then another twenty, and Sam and Dean are still inside the barn. Screw waiting. If you can help, you’re going to fucking help.

“Okay, stay here, okay? I’ll be right back.”

“Wait, don’t go,” one of the little girls whimpers.

“You’ll be okay. No one is going to hurt you. My friends are taking care of the bad guys right now, but I have to check up on them. I’ll be right back. Just stay here, okay?”

They have no choice but to do as they’re told, and you run back to the barn. You take the back entrance to keep your presence a secret, only to see if Sam and Dean needs you. All but one vampire is dead, and Dean is fighting with him while Sam is on the ground with blood coming out of his head. He’s okay and he staggers to his feet ready to aid his brother.

The vampire grabs Dean and shoves him backwards into a wooden post in the middle of the room. You let out a gasp/scream when you see a huge metal spike sticking out of it. Dean gasps when his back is impaled by the spike. Sam runs at the vampire and slices his head off, killing the very last one.

“Dean!” You run over to him and gets tears at the pale look on his face. “No, you’re going to be okay.”

“Sammy… Y/N…” he mumbles.

“Hey, you’re gooingto be okay. Look at me, Dean,” Sam orders.

Dean opens his eyes and looks at his brother with a painful smile. “We always knew this job would take us out.”

“No, you’e not dying today,” you say. “Help me get him off.”

Sam tries to remove his brother, but Dean shouts in pain. “No, leave me here. It hurts too much.”

You look at Dean’s injuries and then at the one hundred and forty on your wrist. The spike not only cut through his lung but also pierced his heart. If you take him off now, you’ll only have maybe a minute to heal him before he dies.

Not only that, it’ll take every single year left to heal him. You’ll die. There’s no question. You have to do this. This is what you were created to do. The second you met Dean, you wanted something real for once. You got that. He gave you everything you’ve wanted in life.

It’s time you give it back to him.

“Sam, help me take him off,” you say. Dean protests but you and Sam work together to get him off the spike. “You’re going to be okay, Dean. I promise.”

Sam sobs as he lays his brother down on the ground, and Dean gasps as he tries to get a lungful of air.

“You’re goig to be okay, Dean. I’m going to heal you.”

You stick your hands out and allow your powers to make them shine gold.

“What are you doing? What is going on?” Sam asks.

Dean opens his eyes and gasps out again. “Y/N… What….”

“I’m a healer, Dean. I was born in the 1400s, and my coven gave me these powers. I was given one thousand years to live to help those who needed me. Every time I heal, those years are taken away.”

“How many years do you have left?” Sam asks.

“One hundred and forty.”

“How many years will this take?”

“All of it.”

“Y/N, no,” Dean whispers.

“I have to.” Dean’s body shines gold as you work to heal his injuries. The more he is healed, the weaker you get. “Y/N, stop. You’ll die.”

“You’ll die if I don’t. I’m going to be okay, Dean. You’re worth it,” you whisper. “You’ve always been worth it. I never thought I was going to love someone as much as I love you. You gave me a life worth living. Let me return the favor. This world still needs you.”

Dean opens his mouth to protest, but you lean down and kiss him, allowing your power to flow from the kiss. The second the last of your life force slips into Dean, you collapse onto the ground next to him, dead. Dean takes in a lungful of air for the first time since being impaled, and he looks at you with tears in his eyes.

“Y/N, wake up.”

Somewhere around the world, a healer is being created to continue the coven’s work. They’ll know what to do. Just like the one after that will know what to do. Dean cradles your body and cries into your hair. He is fully healed of his injuries but the hole in his heart is something that will never be healed. It’s where you’re supposed to be.

“I love you,” he cries. “I love you so much. Don’t forget that.”

Suddenly, your entire body crumbles to dust, and a thousand little lights lift from the ashes. Your essence. Your coven has always insured that you would be taken care of in the afterlife. Sam and Dean watch as the little lights flutter around the room before shooting to the sky. The barn is a piece of shit with parts of the roof missing, so Dean is able to see those little lights fly away.

The stars shine brightly when you’ve reached Heaven.

Dean knows you’ll always be watching over him and if he’s lucky, he’ll join you in Heaven when it’s his time. One day, he’ll see you again.

You just made sure that day isn’t today.

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