#John/Dean

[shinelikethunder]

actually the pre-series Winchester family dynamics need more tangles of covert vertical incest. yeah sure Sammy is all oedipal about his brothermom and Dean is all elektral about his dadhusband but John's no quitter and it's not like he's going to do a half-assed job parentifying his eldest. if Dean is a Mary stand-in then let's drag that out to its logical conclusion: John got married on the unspoken straight-dude assumption that his wife would mother him, and it never even occurs to Dean that when dad gets all petulant and needy at him it's because he's the last remaining outlet for John's mommy issues

[and-not-where-we-choose]

idk man, i can't stop thinking about dean in 1x19 who's surprised sam got the documents they needed from sarah without fucking her? like without even a tiny special favour? didn't have to con her? no lying, no persuading until she gave in? no fucking the living daylights out of her until she's asleep way too deeply to realise he's going through her stuff and sneaking out???and dean calls that whole idea of what he expected sam to have been doing "taking one for the team"‽ boy The Team was you two and your dad at the best of times, how did taking one even become an applicable action there. did daddy winchester just look at you one day, aged 17, and figured with lips like that and batting your lashes a little you'd get a lot further than he would with sneaking and lockpicks and you couldn't no-sir-yes-sir yourself out of that one? and now that sammy's back from stanford surely he's learnt a trick or two he could be putting to good use? What is going on

[dadfuckerfest]

HELLO AND WELCOME TO FUN IN THE SON 2024!

You ever scroll through the dash or rewatch your favorite SPN episode and suddenly find yourself face to pixelated-face with someone's submissive and breedable son and think, Man, I'd really like to have some fun in that son?

Well, the bad news is we can't help you with that (sorry!) But for just five weeks this summer you can vicariously have fun in that son by smooshing his face with a beloved father/mother/parental figure!

The rules are simple:

~ For each Friday, pick a prompt (or more!) and post your fanwork(s) to tumblr (and optionally to the ao3 collection). ~ Make sure to mention @dadfuckerfest so we can share your wonderful work. ~ Open to all ratings, all fanworks, all sons, and all sorts of fun!

The prompts:

6.14: memory/prophecy/mistaken identity 6.21: solstice/heatwave 6.28: first time/reunion/in-between 7.05: on the road/in the woods/in the dead of night 7.12: voyeurism/discipline/WILD CARD WILD CARD: for any work that doesn't fit neatly within any of the other prompts!

Feel free to reach out with any questions or concerns.

Finally, remember to have fun! And don't forget your anti-chafing cream!

[cegan]

Supernatural: Season 1, Episode 22 - Devil's Trap

[egipci]

Alice Notley, In The Pines

[boundsoffateandfamily]

Supernatural // Ichi the Killer (2001)

[first-only]

Heatwave

Dean/John, 2.5k, E

Dean figured air outside the car would be fresher at least, got out to stretch his legs, get some water outta the trunk. The air is just as stale and humid, tree shade doing barely anything against heated ground and overwhelming sunlight. He stayed out for the view. Dad’s tanktop soaked with sweat and too small on him at this point, biceps and pecs poking out, hairy chest dewy and tangled against the low neckline. He’s running his hand through his sweaty hair, flushed forehead, muscles flexing and body jiggling.

Impala/Dean Winchester/John Winchester, Sex in/on the Impala (Supernatural), Huge Dick, Semi-Public Sex, Come Eating, Dean Winchester Wears Panties, Painplay, Doggy Style

Too late for carfucker week, too early for the @dadfuckerfest Heatwave prompt, but here we are ♡

[icarriedyouout]

Back Soon

John/Dean, 955 words, pre-slash

Dean's 14, and he's standing next to the car, alone, shivering. He doesn’t know how long he’s been here, but the hunt is over, the monster is dead, and Dad'll be back soon.

Dad will be back soon.

[drowninginredink]

Like a lot of people I had that phase when I was 16 where I was just obsessed with writing all the dark things in a way where I just wanted to try one of each. I had a suicide story, a rape story, an incest story, an addiction story, a self harm story, a death of wife story, etc. Granted, I do still predominantly write dark angst stuff, but like... I don't write like a 16 year old anymore, and I have slightly more purpose than just "hey I've never written this topic before!"

My point is that I cannot believe that "Did you love your father? With everything i had" is a real quote from Supernatural and not something I wrote in a "hey let's try writing one about parent/child incest" story when I was 16.

Are we sure 16 year old me never wrote that line? Are we positive? Intellectually I know I didn't because my story with father/child sex was very much rape, so that character would not have said it, but like... I cannot stress how much that's something I would have written. 16 year old me had a very specific writing voice, and it was exactly that

[shinelikethunder]

bro if Sam and Dean spent early seasons constantly being mistaken for a gay couple, fucking IMAGINE some of the reactions John and early-20s twink-era Dean must've gotten checking into no-tell motels while Sam was off at college

[zmediaoutlet]

for the spotify fic meme: 25, john/dean 💖💖💖

Stakeout's a bust. Long night without much to show, except maybe that the husband of the dead woman doesn't turn into a monster when the moon rises. Drinks a lot. John doesn't have much call to judge him, on that.

Four in the morning with a cold dark outside. Lot of hours still to dawn, this time of year, this far north. He pulls his coat collar high and reaches across the bench and grips Dean's arm and he comes awake all at once, near silent except for the breath that sucks between his teeth. Enough light from the street lamps to see the shine of his eyes, blinking past the empty lot and the street past to the dark house, and then to see him drag a hand over his mouth, rasping barely-there stubble. "No joy?" he says, gravelly.

"Depends on your point of view," John says, and gets the white gleam of Dean smiling. Easy crowd.

No progress on the job but the police radio didn't crackle with a new death. Night's a draw. There's a motel room on the outside of town and a bottle stashed in his bag there and they ought to head back, get a few hours' shut-eye, try a new tack. John tips his head down to the seat-back, sighs.

Fingertips on his shoulder. When he doesn't move they close into a grip, warm through his coat. "Want to sleep?" Dean says, quiet. When John doesn't respond, a breath. "Want me to drive?"

No, is the answer. Never. It should be John in the driver's seat and John running the show and John with the answers, and failing answers at least a clear idea of where to get them. He doesn't say all that because it'd be an even worse betrayal than the series of decisions that led to the kid sitting beside him at four in the morning, asking what he's asking. Worse than the betrayal of not shoving off that grasping warm hand. Worse, even, than staying still and quiet and listening to his son breathe, in the cold of the silent car, and letting him slide across the seat, and touch John's chest, and slip that touch south, to belt-buckle, to curve smooth and knowing over the bulge in John's jeans.

He's not hard yet but he will be. Dean knows what he's doing. His heart thuds slow and heavy in his ears and Dean tips into him, all heat and surprising softness and surprising hard angles, too. His grip confident after the tentative start. His breath against John's jaw, his smell familiar. The second time, after the fumbling and drunken and terrible first, Dean said small but certain in the dark let me take care of it, like it was a chore to be done or a load he could take off John's shoulders, and John thought, well, that was it, he was going directly to hell, but Dean didn't seem to take it that way. He liked that there was something he could do.

John says, now, "Hold on," and Dean freezes, but all John does is stretch out, legs spreading, his arm around Dean's shoulders to keep him warm. Making it equal parts fault. The absolute least he can do. "Yeah?" Dean says, and John says, "Not going anywhere," doing all he can to make it easy, and after that Dean says, "You're gonna sleep like a rock after this, you know," a laugh tucked into it somewhere, but John can't see his face. His head tucks under John's chin, hair soft, and he reaches down again. The zipper's loud.

[dadfuckerfest]

JULY 28th-30th. DAD'S ORDERS COMING SOON.

[cegan]

Masks all that nasty pain, masks the truth.

[egipci]

The Incest Diary.

[greeneyedbottombitch]

We're in love. Out and proud. Not ashamed. Waiting for him to put his babies inside me. :)

[jinkieswouldyoulookatthis]

Looking for "good recs for john/dean? not non-con... with a loving john possibly." This is for a friend in Discord. Since John/Dean typically is not my jam I thought y'all might be able to help."