#and I know I am going at it with a very wincest eye

[thedaughterofkings]

Dad's on a hunting trip and he hasn't been home in a few days

(Re-)Watching Supernatural, and god they are babiessssss (literally, how are they younger than I am)

[wendichester]

Hello, hello, my dearest~! I hope this finds you well, and you’ve got good things going on in your life! I love all of your writings and drabbles and works, and your notifications during my day always make me smile! 💜

May I request a Dean X reader x Sam (no wincest, obvs) piece where they’re each trying to push the reader to be with the other brother because they don’t think they can make the reader happy, but the reader is like, “you guys are idiots if you can’t see how happy BOTH of you make me.” Can you tell that I struggle to ever fully decide and just pick one of them? lol appreciate you💜 please keep being amazing!

༘ ⋆｡˚three's a charm,

summary. dean wants you to be with sam. sam wants you to be with dean. you want both.

pairing. dean winchester x reader x sam winchester

wordcount. 715

notes. thank you so so much for requesting lovely! you're the best 🩷

It starts as a subtle thing—sideways glances, hesitations that weren’t there before, moments where one of them will open his mouth to say something and then stop, like he’s biting back words.

And it’s driving you insane.

Dean and Sam Winchester are some of the smartest, most capable people you’ve ever met, but God, are they both complete idiots when it comes to this.

You know they love you. You know because it’s in the way Sam always makes sure you eat something halfway decent, even in the middle of a hunt, and how Dean always insists on checking the locks twice before bed when you’re around. You know because of the way they touch you—Sam’s careful reverence, Dean’s protective warmth—because of the way they look at you when they think you’re not watching.

But lately? Lately, they’ve been acting weird.

It starts with Dean.

“You know,” he says one night, sprawled out on the motel bed next to you, staring at the ceiling like it holds all the answers to the universe. “Sam’s a good guy.”

You blink at him. “No shit, Sherlock.”

Dean huffs a laugh, shaking his head. “I mean, like… real good. Smart, responsible, tall.” He cuts his eyes toward you. “You like tall, right?”

Your brows knit. “I mean, I guess—”

“You should, uh… you should think about him. Y’know. That way.”

You roll onto your side, propping yourself up on your elbow. “Dean.”

“What?”

“You do realize I’m sleeping with both of you, right?”

Dean shrugs, like he’s suddenly very interested in the loose thread on his sleeve. “Yeah, well. Maybe you should—” He sighs, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “Maybe you should pick the guy who can actually give you what you deserve.”

You stare at him. “Dean.”

He won’t look at you. “I’m just saying.”

You’re about to rip him a new one, but before you can, the motel door opens and in walks Sam, looking fresh out of the shower, towel slung around his neck.

And that’s when it happens again.

“I was thinking,” Sam starts, running the towel through his damp hair, “Dean’s really good for you.”

You blink. “Are you kidding me?”

Dean snorts. “Right back atcha, Sammy.”

Sam frowns. “I’m serious. He… he makes you laugh. Keeps things light. I know I can be a lot sometimes.” His voice dips, eyes dropping like he’s afraid of what he’s saying. “I don’t want to weigh you down.”

Dean scoffs. “Oh, come on, man.”

“What?” Sam shrugs. “It’s true.”

You look between them—these two idiots—and let out a loud, exasperated groan.

“Oh my God,” you say, flopping onto your back dramatically. “You’re both so stupid.”

Dean lifts a brow. “Excuse me?”

You sit up, crossing your arms. “Do you seriously think I want to be with just one of you?”

Sam hesitates. “Well, I mean—”

“No,” you cut in. “You don’t mean. Because if you did, you’d realize how insanely happy I am with both of you.” You look between them, making sure they get it. “Not just Dean. Not just Sam. Both. Of. You.”

Silence.

Dean scratches the back of his neck, looking almost sheepish. “You sure? ‘Cause—”

“I love you,” you say firmly, looking at him. Then you turn to Sam. “And you. Equally. Differently, but equally. You both make me happy. You both make me feel safe. I don’t want just one of you—I want this. Us.”

The tension in the room shifts. Dean glances at Sam. Sam glances at Dean. And then—

“Well, shit,” Dean breathes, rubbing a hand over his face. “Guess we are a couple of morons.”

Sam exhales a soft laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah,” he admits. “I think we are.”

You sigh, shaking your head at them. “Took you long enough.”

Dean smirks. “So, uh… does that mean we can stop all the awkward pushing-you-away crap?”

“Yes,” you deadpan.

Sam chuckles, moving toward the bed, placing a hand on your knee. “And you’re really, really happy?”

You reach for his hand, squeezing it. “Yeah, Sammy. I really, really am.”

Dean hums, shifting closer too, his palm settling against the small of your back. “Well, in that case,” he says, grinning, “I say we make up for lost time.”

And who are you to argue with that?

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[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

the “monster”- winchester brothers

pairing: the winchester brothers x hunter! fem! reader

summary: you consume an energy drink for the first time… and the boys have to deal with the consequences

word count: no idea, im writing this as i go!1!1

warnings: swearing, some sexual undertones? kinda? flirting (this is a no wincest zone ew), size kink if you squint, pet names

this is inspired by me having an energy drink and being wide awake at 1:30am as a consequence:)

“we need to put her ass in the fuckin trunk” dean grumbled, eyes catching yours in the reflection of the rearview. it had been a long day- a long week actually- as hunting with the winchester brothers usually was.

don’t get it twisted, it was amazing. you loved them to bits and pieces. they were your best friends and you had massive crushes on them but that’s besides the point.

but hunting was difficult. especially because you had just kinda been tossed in the middle of them- literally, and had limited prior experience to this whole demon thing.

the other demon you dealt with was deans snoring, and the crappy old motel beds you had to share with one of the brothers whichever night- taking turns, they called it. not that you minded much- but sam was such a giant he basically swallowed the whole bed, the sheets- with you tangled in it. sleep was limited here. time was of the essence, when it came to backseat sleeps.

but tonight… tonight it was different. sam had starting talking about some kind of demon, a new case- and it had perked your interest more than usual. so had you drank two energy drinks to stay awake the entire night- researching? yes. yes you had. and now the brothers were suffering the consequences of allowing those two monsters down your throat.

“dean you couldn’t possibly do that. cause then who would distract you from the road?” you chirped, leg bouncing so much it practically rattled the impala. you could see sam in the side mirror, a hand over his mouth, trying so very hard not to laugh at you and your perky attitude.

“i’m sure we could still feel your presence from the trunk sweetheart you’re so god damn roudy- HEY WHAT THE FUCK?” he yelled, the car jerking slightly as you put your finger in your mouth before sticking it right in deans ear.

“DID YOU JUST GIVE ME A WET WILLY? WHAT ARE WE FIVE?”

“twenty five.” you said, making a two and a five with your hands, smiling ear to ear knowing you had distracted him. you couldn’t help it. you loved their attention, and right now? you needed it. or you’d go crazy and jump out the car, having so much energy you could probably jog next to it.

“okay, okay- you two enough. let’s just get to the room and then we can separate yeah?”

“yeah by like two feet. you get her tonight dude. i am not sleeping next to the chipmunk from hoodwinked.” dean mumbled, rolling his eyes.

“oh sammy. you’re stuck with me- but it’s okay! i’m not sleeping tonight anyways. too much work to do- i gotta start with some archives…” you murmured to yourself as you stared out the window, mentally making a checklist of everything you needed to do tonight. sleep was not on it.

finally, after what felt like ages, the car had sped into the parking lot of some dingy motel and you practically scrambled out.

“okay, okay let’s go! let’s go let’s go! jesus are you always so slow? just because you guys are giants doesn’t mean you have to be sloths.” you grabbed sams large hand, intertwining his fingers with yours as you tried to pull him forward- failing miserably.

dean just shook his head, holding back a laugh. “ im gonna get us checked in. you deal with her.” he turned his attention to you, a glint in his eye. “now sweetheart don’t give him any trouble for like.. five minutes. kay?”

“kay.” you nodded, swinging sams arm as you rocked back and forth on your feet. “i’m so excited.” you confessed, making sam crinkle his nose in confusion.

“why are you excited princess?”

you loved the pet names they gave you. they always sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach- especially because they were assigned. not technically, of course. but dean always called you sweetheart. and sam always called you princess. that’s just how it was.

“cause there’s so much to read about! i can’t read in the car, i get so much motion sickness. but now that we’re here i can finally make some notes! hey, according to the lore…” you trailed off, making him laugh loudly. “you’re so cute. you know that?”

you shrugged, grabbing his arm.“guess so. you guys say it all the time, so i guess it’s true.”

“it is true. we lie to everyone else- but never you.” sam smirked, lifting his arm and flexing, sending you up off the ground with him, making you squeal at the sudden height difference. the size difference between you and both the brothers made your body heat- just a little. they were your best friends- it was wrong of you to think of them that way but… they way they could just manhandle you like you were nothing…

“all set.” a voice called out, and you saw dean with a set of keys jingling in his hand. he stopped at the sight of you and groaned. “so what, nows she’s some kind of spider monkey?”

you giggled as sam carried you into the room, throwing you down on the bed with a bounce. you were excited, like you were every night- to sleep next to them. they often instinctively held you while they slept- as if they were trying to keep you safe.

sometimes it was just a little cuddle, and a soft forehead kiss or a hair stroke goodnight, other times you woke up with something big and hard pressed against your ass. it was always a gamble. and you were up for it either way.

“so!” you exclaimed, rolling up and grabbing a bag. “we hittin the books or what?!”

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mood: bouncing off the walls

[ambiguous-avery]

Untamed Soul

Dean Winchester x fem!Reader/You x Sam Winchester | WC: 1270

Summary: You’re down bad for two guys who aren’t even yours. Then again... they’re not technically not yours either...

Tags/Warnings: SMUT 18+ MDNI, female masturbation, no wincest, no use of Y/N, pining, PWP (Plot? What plot?), unsatisfying ending, no beta we die like men

A/N: Third piece to complete the trifecta. But clearly I can’t just leave it here. Sorry not sorry, but my brain has decided that there has to be more. Just know that I am a little gremlin behind the screen, rubbing my grubby little hands together because I'm excited about this. Read about Dean’s Sly Grins and Sam’s Careful Stares

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The job hadn’t taken nearly as long as you had expected, and for once, the only injury between the three of you was your chipped nail from the damn shovel you had passed Dean so they could dig up the grave. If the case had wrapped up any earlier, then you might’ve thought that you could’ve been enjoying your shower back at the bunker rather than the motel room with the discolored walls. But beggars couldn’t be choosers. And while you weren’t particularly covered in grime, a shower was probably going to be the closest thing you could get to having some time alone.

The problem with having the Winchester brothers as hunting partners was privacy. Specifically the distinct lack of it. 

So when the most recent hunt had wrapped up and the three of you weren’t beat up, bloodied, and skulking back to the motel room to lick your wounds, you had happily leapt at the idea of some much-needed ‘you’ time while the boys went out to the bar.

You sighed contentedly, tipping your head back into the spray and reveling in the warmth. The rhythmic sound of the water hitting the tiled floor was a steady background noise as the tension melted away from you. It was a rare luxury to have a moment of peace. A moment to indulge in your thoughts.

The other problem with having the Winchester brothers as hunting partners was your attraction. To both of them.

And being in such close quarters with them for prolonged periods of time was bound to have done some irreparable damage to the way you looked at any other guy ever in your lifetime. Not that you wanted to look at anyone else.

You had two handsome-as-hell men who were each willing to lay down their lives for you. And you’d do the same for either of them. That sort of commitment was hard to find anymore. Well... maybe that level of commitment was a bit too much. But the point still stood.

But they weren’t yours. Never had been. Maybe could be?

It didn’t help that you had a good idea of what they thought of you. The funny thing about boys was that they always thought they were so subtle. But you were a hunter. A damn good one, at that. And very little escaped your keen eye. You could see it in the sly grins Dean would flash you. In the way you’d catch Sam’s careful stares out of the corner of your eye when he thought you weren’t looking. If you were being completely honest with yourself, you were a little surprised that neither of them had made a move. 

Dean and you flirted plenty, made numerous allusions to actually hooking up but never gone through with it. And the kind of chemistry you shared with Sam was the kind that Hallmark movies could only hope to capture on screen. Really, any way you cut it, the three of you were a symphony, and any sort of change might throw off the harmony you had somehow managed to achieve. Things were better off staying how they were.

But no matter how many times you tried to push those thoughts aside, they always snuck back in, especially in the quiet hours.

You slid your hand down your stomach, fingers tentatively slipping between your legs and imagining that it was a hand far larger than your own. Rough and calloused. With fingers longer than yours. The air in the shower was warm, steam rising from the water turned as hot as you could get it. You could imagine an unsteady breath near your ear.

Imaginary lips pressed against the side of your neck, and your lips parted as you dragged your fingers over your center. It should’ve been alarming how easily thoughts of your hunting partners could consume you. But here in the privacy of the bathroom, it was all too easy to lose yourself in the fantasy. You let out a shaky breath as your fingers danced over your skin, each touch more electrifying than the last.

In your mind, Dean’s strong hands roamed over your body while Sam’s soft voice whispered sweet promises in your ear. Your back arched slightly and you bit your lip, a soft moan escaping you as your fingers ghosted over your clit. You leaned back against the shower wall and propped one leg up on the edge of the tub, heart rate quickening. You could almost feel Dean’s rough stubble against your skin as he kissed you, tasting of whiskey and leather. You imagined Sam’s lips trailing tender kisses down your neck before finding your breast and teasing your nipple between his teeth.

Through the haze of desire, you could hear Dean’s voice, deep and gravelly.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ve got you.” It was a promise. A promise you knew you could believe.

“That’s our girl. You can let go for us,” Sam’s voice wrapped you in a sense of safety and security.

You knew without a shadow of a doubt: you belonged with them.

You belonged with Dean, with his rough exterior and kind heart. You belonged with Sam, with his soft words and gentle touch. To Dean and Sam. Would you be too greedy to ask them to share? The universe would truly be cruel if it made you pick just one. 

You pressed two fingers into yourself. They were a poor substitute for what you really wanted, but they would have to suffice. Your breath hitched as you pressed them against that soft spot, eyes fluttering shut as you imagined two sets of eyes on you. Hazel and green. Their hands. Their mouths. Their cocks.

Holy shit.

You hadn’t even begun to imagine the way they’d feel inside you. The way they’d move in tandem. Never leaving you fully empty. The thought of them filling you completely. The thrill of it all made your head spin, and those thoughts wound the coil in you tighter and tighter. You could imagine their hands grasping your hips. Your thighs. Wherever they could find purchase to pull you closer. Their mouths devouring you as they took what they wanted from you.

So close... 

Sam’s large hands splaying across your back as he presses you down. His blunted nails scraping across your skin as he presses deeper and deeper with each slow thrust. 

“God, you’re so fucking pretty like this.”

Right there... 

Dean’s green eyes, bright and in awe as he sinks into you in one fluid motion. His lips on you, tasting your skin while you come apart in his hands, around his cock.

“Look at you. Taking us so well, sweetheart.”

Closer–

A heavy knock on the door jolted you from your thoughts, and you nearly slipped as hastily pulled your hand away, startled back into reality. The abruptness of the sound echoed in the small room, shattering the illusion you had weaved in the steam.

“Got a six pack with our names on it, sweetheart!” Dean’s voice rang through the door.

“Fuck!" Your heart pounded in your chest, breaths still heavy, eyes wide from shock. "Give a girl a heart attack, why don’t you?”

“Could give you more than that,” he responded with a mischievous chuckle, and you could clearly visualize the shit-eating grin he wore, even without seeing his face.

“I’ll give you a black eye,” you muttered under your breath, the words tinged with irritation as you dipped back under the water for a quick rinse. The cascade of water washed away the remnants of your interrupted tranquility. 

So much for your privacy.

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[missmarveledsblog]

A kind of sex education part 2 (platonic cas x winchesters x reader)

Summary : after the whole porn ordeal , castiel finds tumblr and the world of fanfiction has him asking more curious questions  which the residents of the bunker are not so happy to answer . 

warnings : mentions of smutty fics , cas being the curious baby in a trench coat we love .

After the whole angel porn ordeal , they were more careful with what cas was watching not wanting  history to repeat itself . Like monitoring a toddler on an iPad. Especially given that y/n wouldn't come out of her room for days not wanting to look any of them bar sam in the eyes .  Dean even limited his teasing when it came to the subject . Today he was luckily out while cas was on laptop , Sam and Y/N were looking over some incoming cases seeing which needed to be handled first .

" interesting this is very interesting " the angel spoke making them look over both slightly relieved not see or hear an explicit image on the laptop. 

" I've been on a interesting site that led me to many other over the last couple of days " he  spoke up .

" what was that buddy" she smiled over. Their joy short lived when he uttered the next few sentences out of his mouth .

" tumblr that led me to all these other sites , did you know there is fanfiction of us like the play we seen except it's classed as what they call smut " he looked up at the two .

" why didn't  I go on the supply run ,  why am I here when he finds this shit " she cursed up at the ceiling .

" could be nothing " sam offered a weak smile .

" did you know most popular is Dean x y/n fiction seems as though you are most shipped although there are some of Dean and sam with you too " he mused .

" but I could be wrong" sam winced taking the laptop off of cas completely .

" how do you find these things " he asked looking through the tabs .

" I'm very pop culture savvy now " cas said proudly . 

" what the hell man why are you reading all these " sam groaned wanting burning his eyes out seeing an explicitly  wrong image of Dean and himself (no to wincest) .  " you are actually popular with them Y/n " sam mused .

" that's after  that stupid ghost hunting  website and chuck " she grumbled  wondering where she was going to start her new life.

" hey there's even some with you and cas " he chuckled. 

" Alaska or maybe Australia would be better it further Away " she mused .

" wow these are extremely detailed " sam continued .

" would you call Dean daddy , the stories seem to think you would " cas asked .

" what the hell did I walk into " the man in question walked into the room .

" my resignation  " she mumbled hiding her head in her arms. 

" destiel  is another popular one " sam chuckled. 

" cas found smutty fanfictions " she looked up to see the clueless expression on Dean's face.

" they suggest that Y/n is a sub and you are a Dom " the angel stated.

" wanna see if they're right sweetheart " Dean winked .

" wanna kill me cause I can't be dealing with this" she countered wondering if she could also legally change her name.

" why are they so descriptive on the parts , have they seen them" cas sat looking between the three .

" the way Dean sleeps around they probably seen his " she reasoned.

" they also suggest you like..." .

" do not even finish that one" she growled .

"so many kinks cas did you google all these" sam asked eyes widening at the search history. 

" i was looking at chucks book and comments said to check out the tumblr versions " he said looking confused to what he did wrong. " they forgot to add that birthmark just below your tits " he added matter of factly .

" when did you see her ... what he got to see i didn't" dean turned to Y/n , who honestly rather be stuck with Crowley for eternity than this .

" he walked in while i was getting dressed and it not a birthmark it's a scar from a battle with an old favourite bra "she could feel her cheeks redder than they've been so far . "i'm going to my room to pack for my new life in australia" she stormed out her room .

" she's kidding right?" dean asked looking to the mean .

" you should dom her  and make her stay , they said she responds to good girl" cas explained .

" i wonder if she would let me come with her " sam mused walking out after her.  

another awkward dinner bobby was almost afraid to ask. Although dean was smiling more than the others.

" cas read fanfiction , pornographic fan fiction " dean explained .

" i've also read some theories too, like bobby is Y/N Dad and not her uncle" cas smiled making bobby choke on his water.

"  their theories cas they're not right ... right? " she laughed but stopped when she notice bobby expression or how he would barel look at her.

" i mean it's a possibility " he mused truthfully making her jaw drop

" great more daddy issue not like the place is drowning in them with these two " she pinched the bridge of her nose and point at sam and dean.

" so the theories of dean being her soulmate are true " cas asked.

" probably " dean shrugged winking at her .

" why did i ever come here, sam wanna move to australia with me " she ignored the other three men .

" look me and your mom had a brief thing , your dad well your dad agreed while he..." . 

" australia sound nice " sam agreed cutting bobby short .

" hey stop denying our love even nerds on internet think we'd be hot together"dean spoke up .

" cas from now on stop the curiosity or so help me i will make you eat the computer  " she  groaned learning too much information for the day .

"we need to do dna test " she turned to bobby .

" you can pick me up at 7 " she turned to dean before walking out leaving the men speechless . 

" i got punished" cas pouted .

" i got a kid  kinda " bobby gulped .

" i got a date " dean smirked .

" and i got a rock ... It's a thing on tiktok ... what cass isn't the only pop culture savvy one around here " sam shrugged .

part three

[according2thelore]

so dean selling his soul in "all hell breaks loose" probably already makes you insane, but it should shred you like cheese and here's why:

it's established in season 1 that sam wants out--after they find azazel and kill him, sam's done. he tells dean this outright in 1x16 "shadow".

dean's not happy about it, obviously, but dean never argues with him outright. he asks sam to stay, and sam says no, and dean stops trying to argue. we get kicked-puppy dean, but dean's accepted this for the most part.

even in season two when things start to go sideways, sam doesn't really change this plan. sam's focus tilts more on being "saved," and it's implied that he'll be free when azazel dies--there's that endpoint again, when sam can be normal, "when it's over." when it's over, sam is done with hunting.

most importantly, sam doesn't tell dean that the endpoint has changed, doesn't even hint at it. going into AHBL, dean believes that sam has come with an endpoint, and that it's here if they kill yellow eyes.

after the deal's been struck and yellow eyes is dead, dean doesn't plan on telling sam anything. not only does he not plan on telling sam how they got him back, he's not planning on telling him how long the contract is, sam wheedles it out of him because dean's not very good at lying to him.

that means, that when dean sells his soul in AHBLP2, dean is selling his eternal, mortal soul for a year with sam that he is not expecting to see.

sam is going to spend dean's year in california, with friends that sam's long-since fallen out of contact with, (some of which think he and his brother have been on a crime spree bc of 1x6 "skin") safe and as far away from dean as his legs can carry him--or, sam's just fucking off away from the life to god knows where, and dean's letting sam go because sam asked him to. not letting him die, never letting him die, but letting him go.

dean in the season two finale is telling sam, "i love you, so i am making my death anonymous. i love you so much that i will die alone."

the intense, silent devotion of making a sacrifice anonymous, of surrendering the right you have to your own death, of accepting an eternity of literal torture so sam can exist--that's it, just exist--away from dean but alive somewhere.

anyway, i'm chewing my leg off, have a nice wincest wednesday

[lenoue]

saw @holyfreaks 's beautiful wincest wednesday prompt on a thursday because the universe hates me

It's so very interesting and i keep turning it over in my head and

let's say sam kills azazel in john's body when he's hurting dean and its dean and sam's firing the colt before he knows what he's doing and dad- no not da- azazel-but also dad. azazel's going down and he's taking dad with him and i let him take my dad with him oh god

and dean's standing up now. he's looking at his father, on the floor, eyes glassy, blood pooling out of the hole in his head and he has the vague sense that he's trapped in a nightmare. he can see the smoke billowing from the colt's mouth and the trigger of the colt was on sam's finger just a minute ago. he doesn't want to think. he wants to sleep and never wake up.

but sam can think. his head has never been clearer he's thinking and he can see that dean is barely holding himself up and we need to leave right now we need to get you help dean

dean doesn't remember what happened but one second he's looking at his father's hand starting to stiffen like all corpses do and the next he's in the car. he looks to his left and sam's hands are on the steering. sam's hand on the colt. sam's hand on the steering. he can't stop staring at them

sam feels his stare burn hot and dean hears him say "dean hey hey just hold on okay we're only a few minutes out we'll get you help just hold on"

dean doesn't care about any of that. he just wants to know why, why "sam why'd you do it? "

"what?"

"why'd you- why'd you shoot?"

and sam's turning to look at him now, he doesn't know what dean wants to hear but he knows that "he was hurting you dean. he was going to kill you."

"you shot him sam" and sam feels like someone clawed at his insides "you shot dad. what am i supposed to do now?" dean's voice breaks at that and sam is a gaping, open wound.

"dad wouldn't want you to die by his hands dean. you have to know that" he can't look at dean now. he needs to look at the road. it's not busy but he has to be careful with dean in the car.

and dean, dean feels the fire and oh how afraid he was that it got snuffed out in that room over his dead father and he's whirling to sam, litany of curses at his tongue and-

he's waking up at the hospital.

pt.2

[allthesmutl0vers]

Entirely Forbidden and Completely Fucked- Chapter: 3

MDNI, 18+

Pairings: Wincest, Wincest + half sister, Implied John x Reader

Y/n

“So, will I be able to hunt too?” I ask John as he drives to get coffee this morning.

John looks over at me with a confused expression written across his face. “You want to hunt?” He asks with a hint of pride mixed with the shock in his voice.

I shrug. “Maybe, I mean, Sam said it’s the ‘family business,’ and I just thought… I don’t know,” my words falter. Am I really a part of this family? Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything. 

John pulls into the gas station parking lot and puts the car in park. He looks over at me with an arm behind the back of the seat. “You are a part of this family. That’s not even a question,” he says seriously. “And yes, hunting is the family business, but that doesn’t mean that you can just dive into it feet first. It’s dangerous, and you could die, y/n.”

I nod in understanding. I’m not used to having a protective father, or a father at all for that matter. But John doesn’t speak down to me when he explains the danger that comes with hunting; he just tells it how it is. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to hunt. 

“I want to,” I tell him, looking up from my lap and meeting his eyes. “I want to be able to defend myself,” I half explain. I don’t need to tell him that I’m not planning on sticking around very long, but I should learn some things before I go off alone now that I know what’s out there.

John sighs and sits back in his seat. His expression is far away as if he’s weighing the risks. And after a few moments, he finally nods. “Alright, alright. We’ll teach you what we know so you can hold your own if you get separated from us,” he looks over at me again, raising a finger and pointing it at me. “But that doesn’t mean that you can go off on your own. You stick with one of us, always, especially if we’re working on a case. Understood?”

I smile and nod. “Understood,” I respond, holding my hands up. 

“Alright then, let's get coffee and hit the road,” John says, opening his door. I follow behind him, excitement coursing through me and a little bit of nerves, too. 

By the time we enter Lawrence, Kansas, the sun has set into a pale shade of orange and pink across the sky. John pulls into an underground garage in the bunker, and I’m amazed at all of the different cars and trucks inside. Vintage vehicles line the walls as John pulls into an empty spot and parks the car. 

“Are all of these yours?” I ask, stepping out of the car and looking around.

“Yeah, we inherited them along with the bunker and everything else inside,” Dean explains.

They told me all they knew about the men of letters and explained how the society worked before they inherited it. Apparently, before John and the boys came along, the men of letters never hunted. Instead, they passed the buck to hunters and cataloged the information for their records. No hunters were allowed inside the bunker, and neither was anyone who wasn’t a member, which women never happened to be either, apparently.  

When we walk inside, I’m amazed at the sight I see. I don’t know what I expected it to look like inside, but it wasn’t this. 

The first room we walk into is massive. A long oak table in the middle of the room with chairs surrounding it. On top is a map of the entire country, with highways and city and county names. It’s incredible. 

Straight ahead is another room that resembles a library. Tall bookshelves cover the walls, filled with all kinds of books. In the center are a few tables and chairs with lamps on top. 

“To your right is the kitchen,” John says, pointing to the right side of the first room we came into. “On your left is the infirmary,” he says, pointing to the left side of the first room. “And straight ahead through the library is where all of the bedrooms are, as well as the bathrooms, armory and down to the dungeon and electrical room.”

“You guys have a dungeon?” I ask, bewildered. 

John nods. “We do, and you are not to go inside of it without direct orders from either me or the boys,” John says sternly. “We do interrogations in there from time to time, and I don’t want you getting hurt.”

I nod and purse my lips. “I understand.”

“Alright,” John says with a sigh of relief and grabs my other two bags, leading me through the library and down the long hallway. “Your bathroom is right across from your room,” he says, stopping in front of a closed door. He opens the door and holds it open for me to walk in. “This is your room. You can decorate it however you’d like. We didn’t get a chance to give it a really good deep clean, but you have fresh sheets, blankets, and a couple of pillows. You also have a dresser here, a desk, and a small closet in here,” he explains, showing me around the room. 

“Thank you,” I say politely. I look around the room as John sets my bags down by the bed. The bedroom reminds me of the college dorm rooms I’ve seen on TV, small but not extremely small. Just enough room for one person. 

“You’re welcome. I’m right down the hall, and Sam and Dean’s rooms are toward the front of the hall where we came in. I’ll have them write their names and hang them on their doors so you don’t get confused, and I’ll do the same with mine if you need anything,” John says with a small smile. “Also,” he pulls out his phone. “Take their numbers and my backup just in case,” he says, handing me his phone with his contacts pulled up.

I copy the numbers into my phone and save them under their names, and John’s back up as ‘John #2.’ “Done,” I tell him, handing him back his phone. 

John nods and pockets his phone again. He clears his throat and crosses his arms over his chest. “Well, I’ll leave you to unpack. We don’t have a case right now, but a call could come in at any time from the other hunters we work with. You’ll meet them soon enough. I’m going to my room to turn in. Knock or send me a text if you need anything,” he says, walking back to my bedroom door and opening it. “Welcome home, y/n,” he says over his shoulder before walking out of my room and closing the door behind him.

Home.

The word leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. This isn’t home to me. My home is Washington. The green trees, the waterfalls, the beautiful hiking trails, my house. 

From what I’ve seen, Kansas is flat, dull even. It’s all valleys and flat ground. There aren’t trees everywhere like Washington, no roaring waterfalls on the cliffsides. No ocean. 

I start unpacking my bags, at least for now. I’m not staying forever, just long enough to learn what I need to defend myself, and then I’m getting the Hell out of dodge. I hang out my shirts in the small closet, put my shorts, underwear, pajamas, and socks into the drawers, and put my favorite dark romance novels on the desk. Next, I pull out my blanket from home, take off the blanket already on the bed, and put mine on, along with my sheets. Call me what you want, but silk sheets are better than any other kind. Especially for my hair, and I will die on that hill. 

I’m putting the finishing touches up when I hear my phone buzz on the desk where it’s charging. I haven’t turned it on since I left. I don’t want to hear people’s pity for my mom being murdered. I don’t need it. My mom was the light in my life, and when she died, the world dimmed. Nothing anyone can say can bring her back, and heartfelt texts only make me want to break down and send me down the rabbit hole of anxiety and overthinking about who, or now, what killed her, her last moments, and the last thing I said to her, which I will never repeat to another living soul. 

I push the thoughts away and pick up my phone, seeing a text from John. 

John: Settled in?

Me: I guess so, as much as I can be. 

John: Do you want to talk?

Do I? Honestly, I don’t know. 

Me: Any word from the police?

I watch the three little dots that indicate he’s typing appear and disappear a few times before his text comes through.

John: No, none yet. Want me to light a fire under their asses?

I can’t help but chuckle and smile a little. 

Me: Think it would help?

John: Maybe, maybe not. But I will if you want me to. 

The sentiment makes my heart flutter, and a smile appear across my lips. 

Me: Thank you. But I don’t think Pug Face will move any faster unless there’s donuts involved.🍩

John: Pug Face? You mean Detective Sanders?

Me: Yeah, that’s what I call him. His face looks like a pug. 

John: Come here.

What does he mean? Like, to his room? 

Me: To your room?

John: Considering that’s where I am, yes.

I sigh, stand up from my bed, and walk out of my bedroom. Why does he need to talk to me in his room? What does he have to say that he can’t just text me? I knock on the door labeled with his name and his deep voice sounds from the other side. “Come in.”

I open his door and peek inside. He’s sitting at his desk with a laptop and his journal open on top. His room isn’t really decorated, but he has maps and charts all over his walls, along with newspaper clippings, and on his dresser is a picture of a younger version of him, a baby Sam and toddler Dean, and a beautiful woman with blonde hair. They’re smiling in the picture in front of a house. This must be Sam and Dean’s mom, John’s first wife, who he said was killed by a demon. 

“What did you need?” I ask, stepping further into his room when he waves me inside.

“Shut the door,” John says, nodding his head to the door behind me. It reminds me of when I would get in trouble with my mom. Getting me off to the side so she could lecture me about what I did wrong. 

I shut the door behind me and John motions for me to come closer until I’m standing right in front of him as he scoots his desk chair back. “Okay, the door is closed. Am I in trouble?” I ask, sounding more nervous than I’d like to.

“Is there something you should be in trouble for?” John asks, not answering my question. I hate it when adults do that.

I sigh and roll my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest. “I don’t know, that’s why I asked. You told me to come in here,” I respond. 

“Firstly, watch your tone,” John warns, holding up a finger. “Secondly, I wanted to talk to you about how you talk to the police,” he sits back in his chair, looking me up and down. “If you want to hunt, you’re going to have to learn respect. We portray law enforcement most of the time, and local police don’t appreciate the attitude,” John explains. “And that includes nicknames like ‘Pug Face.’”

I swallow and nod. His tone of voice isn’t condescending, but the firmness of it makes something tingle deep inside of me. Somewhere, it definitely shouldn’t. 

“Do I make myself clear?” John asks. 

“Yes,” I mutter, trying to ignore how his low voice makes me feel ashamed and dirty. 

“Yes?” John falters as if he’s waiting for me to finish speaking.

“Yes…sir,” I respond, wondering if that’s what he wants to hear. Hoping it’s what he wants to hear.

I see a flash of darkness in John’s eyes as he looks at me. He takes a shallow breath and then blinks a few times, clearing his throat. “You know you can call me ‘dad,’ too, right?” he asks in that same deep voice that stirs something deep in my core. 

“I know…I just,” I try to explain but can’t find the words. 

John holds his hands out for me to take and I find myself instantly going into them. He takes my small hands in his and pulls me just between his knees. “You call me whatever you feel is right. I’m not going to pressure you to call me dad when you’ve only met me a handful of times in your life,” one of his hands leaves mine, and he brushes a strand of hair out of my face, cupping my cheek. “That is my cross to bear, not yours. You call me whatever you like. But when it comes to orders, ‘yes, sir,’ is how you need to address me. Is that clear?” 

His touch heats my skin where he touches it, only fueling the feeling that’s growing deep in my core. It’s inappropriate, it’s wrong, but I can’t stop myself from taking a tiny step closer between his legs and letting my response come out in a breathy, bedroom voice. “Yes, sir.”

A groan escapes John’s throat, and he swallows hard. “You should go. Now,” he responds. But it’s not an order this time, his tone is almost begging me to go. And I should, I really should because I don’t know if I can control myself if I don’t. I know it’s wrong, but the way his hands hold mine and touch me ignite a flame inside of me that I don’t want to smother just yet. 

“Can I sleep here tonight?” I ask, trying my best to sound innocent. “I really don’t want to sleep alone. I get bad dreams,” it’s not a complete lie, but it’s a lie tonight. A lie to stay.

John nods and stands up, pulling me against him and hugging me tightly. I lean into his touch and hug him back. “You can sleep here whenever you want,” John assures me. He pulls back, keeping his hands on my waist. “Go change into some pajamas, and I’ll clear this stuff up,” he kisses me softly on my forehead and drops his hands. 

I quickly change into some pajamas. Flannel shorts and a tank top and make my way back to John’s room. On my way back, the sound of slapping skin on skin catches my attention behind me. I tip-toe back to the source of the sound behind a door and place my ear against it. 

“Fuck, just like that,” a man moans, sounding eerily similar to Sam. 

“That’s it, Sammy, take it,” another man says with a grunt. 

My eyes widen, and I take a step back.

Was that…Dean? Are they…? No, no fucking way… Does John know?! Should I be the one to tell him?

I almost have to slap myself to bring myself back to reality. They’re definitely fucking each other. “Holy fucking shit,” I whisper. I can’t help how it turns me on either, though. This is all so fucked up. What did I get myself into? 

I walk back to John’s room with a swirling mind and a pit of fire deep inside of my core that’s only growing stronger and stronger. Maybe I should sleep in my own room tonight. No, fuck that. I mean, I’m sure John knows, and if he doesn’t care, then why should I?

Am I really about to come onto my dad right now?

No, I won’t instigate it. But, I mean, if he starts something, I won’t stop him.  Fuck, I need to douse myself in holy water. Ice-cold holy water.

Chapter Four

[thefirstradiant]

Suptober Day 8: Witch’s Brew

What’s My Flavor?

✨Wincest✨ Rating Explicit. Written for #suptober24 prompt: Witch’s Brew and kinktober kinks: choking, dubcon (but not really, just under the influence of magic), and tied up.

Words: 2.5k

Sam needs to willingly drink the antidote. Dean knows exactly how to pull that “yes” out of his brother.

A/N: Title is from a very Wincest-coded song, Sailor Song by Gigi Perez. Also this may be my new favorite lil thing I’ve written hehe

The purple wisps of smoke continued to curl into the air and make Dean cough and splutter. Why did potion making always have to be so intense, he thought, annoyed at his own annoyance. It’s a magic potion, of course it’s gonna smell terrible and coat every bit of air in this tiny room.

That’s not the only thing Dean was annoyed at currently though. He stared at his stupid little brother. It was just supposed to be a regular witch-killing, or at least, witch-neutralizing. No need for annoying counter potions or dealing with this.. version.. of Sam.

But, of course, Sam’s sitting in a short wooden chair with ropes around his arms, legs, and chest, and a dopey smile on his face in this storm cellar of all places. He just had to take the knife, didn’t he?

“Well, boys, that’s my part done.”

Dean looked up as Rowena stepped back from the cauldron, nodding her head in satisfaction at the bubbling liquid. She had a flask poured out and set it down on the table.

“Now you need to get him to drink that. The whole thing.”

She spared a glance over at Sam, who was currently glaring at the potion, and continued.

“I don’t envy you. But, if you don’t, he’s going to be like this until he dies. Remember, he must agree to taking it. You can force him, convince him, anyway you like, but he must agree. Or else it will be useless, no matter how good a witch I am.”

Rowena took a long look at Dean like she was contemplating something, but then turned and climbed the stairs out without another word.

Dean felt the first spark of real fear cut through his annoyance. What if he couldn’t get him to drink it? They’d only reached one other victim in time, and had failed to get her to agree to the antidote.

The witch’s spell was a particularly awful one. As far as they could tell, she gave her victims a taste of genuine happiness and whatever they wanted until, inevitably, they died or killed themselves in some horrible, stupid way. None of them had wanted to turn back.

Dean sighed and looked back over at Sam, who hadn’t taken his eyes off the potion.

“We’re gonna get through this, Sammy. I don’t know how, but we will.”

Sam wriggled in his ropes and tried to sit up straighter. The glare at the potion became a glare at Dean.

“I’m never going back. I’m never drinking that potion.”

Damn. Not starting off great. Dean stood and advanced slowly toward Sam, ignoring the flask for now. The chill in the room became more and more apparent as he got closer. Was it Sam doing that? The witch? Or was it just worry trickling up and down Dean’s spine? He wasn’t sure.

He stood barely a few inches away from the chair, placed his hands around Sam’s bound arms, and leaned down to be even closer to him. He needed to make his brother see in no uncertain terms. Even through the haze of the potion, he should be able to get this. Dean made sure he was looking straight into Sam’s eyes before speaking in a slow, deliberate tone.

“Yes. You will be.”

Dean watched as Sam’s throat clenched and swallowed. He saw a shiver run through him and his face softened for just a second before glaring at him again.

Oh. Okay. Sure. If that’s how Sam wanted to play it, Dean could get behind it. He shook off the fact that it’s been years since Sam had asked for anything like this from him and the fact that he wasn’t really asking this time either.

Dean studied the man beneath him. His fists were clenched hard and he was trying to hide the heaving of his chest. So needy.

“Sammy. Look at me.”

Dean reached out a hand and forced Sam to look directly in his eyes again. He shuddered under the touch. Dean almost laughed. Sam’s been hit by a spell that gives him happiness and the desire to take whatever he’s always wanted, and this is what he responds to?

Dean lowered his voice to almost a whisper. He could feel himself already getting hard.

“Sammy, you idiot. You don’t need a potion for this.”

Sam groaned and immediately tried to pretend he hadn’t. He seemed like he was trying to look away, but couldn’t manage to tear his eyes away from Dean.

Dean could clearly see the bulge in his jeans where his legs were forced apart by the ropes. There wasn’t any denying it anymore. He’s kind of hot like this, Dean considered, surprising himself.

Sam eyes had shifted downward and locked onto Dean’s crotch, which he knew had a matching bulge. Sam began to whine. Standing over him, Dean felt very tall again, looking at a small, younger brother. So pretty, so eager.

“Shhhh, I’ll give you what you want, but you gotta drink the potion.”

Sam jerked up and stared Dean down. Apparently he wasn’t far gone enough yet.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

Dean growled low in his throat. His hand came on to Sam’s chest and pressed him backward.

“I’ll fuck that yes out of you if I have to, Sammy, don’t challenge me.”

Sam, for his part, just moaned and leaned into the touch, closing his eyes. He was so responsive it was rushing to Dean’s cock everytime he made a noise.

“Fuck, you really like that don’t you?”

Good to know, he thought, filing these things away for a less dire situation.

“I’m gonna untie you now. If you leave, you get nothing. Nod so I know you understand.”

Sam looked angry, but nodded a tad too frantically anyway. He’s really desperate for it, I wonder how many years he’s kept this inside.

Dean slowly untied all Sam’s limbs and his chest and allowed him a moment to stretch out before he gave him another order.

“Now, take off your pants and get on the floor. Hands and knees.”

Dean was almost surprised at how easy this was for him. It felt.. natural, especially with the way Sam responded to everything like he wouldn’t want to be doing anything else.

Sam moaned again and unbuckled his belt with trembling hands. He looked at the wall while stepping out of his jeans and throwing them aside before kneeling down, facing away from the table that still held the potion.

Mmm. Dean stared at his brother presenting his ass up towards him with his head hanging low towards the floor. Goddamn. Dean’s own jeans were painfully tight, so he unzipped them and pulled them down slightly to give himself some freedom.

The sound of his zipper echoed around the room and he heard a small gasp from Sammy as he waited for Dean to come closer.

Fuck.

Not able to wait any longer, Dean’s eyes raked the table covered in potion ingredients. Rowena must have used something mm- ah that’ll work. Dean grabbed a bottle of some kind of basic oil and settled down on the floor behind Sam. The potion was still within reach. Good.

“Dean..” Sam sunk even lower to the floor, only keeping his ass up.

“Oh, Sam, I don’t think a pack of wild werewolves could stop me now.”

Dean ghosted his fingers over Sam’s sides, pushing his shirt up and grabbing his hips.

Sam let out a delicious moan that had Dean pulling down his boxer-briefs immediately and finally getting a good look. He groaned. Sam’s little pink hole looked much as he remembered and a rush of how it felt came back to him suddenly.

His fingers began to glide over Sam’s hole and he dribbled a small amount of the oil onto them.

Sam gasped.

“Yeah, Sam? You’re ready, aren’t you?”

Sam pushed his ass back against Dean in reply and moaned low into the floor as Dean pressed a slick finger into him. He chuckled softly.

“Son of a bitch, Dean. Come on.”

“Always so desperate for me, aren’t you?”

But Dean gave him another finger quickly and started pressing in and out as Sam moaned openly and reached down to touch himself. Damn, that was hot.

Dean added a third finger, probably before Sam was really ready, but he didn’t care, he needed to fuck Sam NOW.

“Dean!”

“Mm, .. I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”

“PLEASE!”

Sam was clearly done with the waiting and preparation. So was Dean, he could hear himself breathing heavily. Dean gave Sam a few more thrusts with his fingers, Sam moaning in response, and then pulled them out, purposefully snagging on his rim.

Sam was whining and pushing out toward Dean like he was trying to get his fingers back in him. Like he needed something in him.

“Mmm come on, Sammy, hold on. You know what’s coming.”

Dean smiled as he dragged his fingers back over Sam’s hole and he twitched delightfully. Mmm. Gorgeous.

Dean shifted back onto his knees and rested down on his legs. While Sam couldn’t see him, he grabbed the flask full of thick purple liquid and placed it behind himself. He was surprised he even had enough presence of mind to remember the potion, with Sam still stretched out on the floor in front of him, hair a complete mess and back covered in a soft pink blush.

“Turn over.” He ordered. “Now.”

Sam wasted no time at all and breathed out softly while turning to lay with his back down on the cold floor. Dean could see that the blush continued over his stomach and the part of his chest peeking out from under his shirt. There was a light dusting across Sam’s cheeks too. He was warm to the touch and Dean couldn’t help but run his hands all over Sam’s sides and hips.

“Mmm. So perfect.”

“Dean.. please.”

“I’ve got you, Sam. I got you.”

He shifted and pulled his jeans down a little more so he could get his boxers out of the way. Finally, with a deep groan, Dean pulled his cock out free. He gave it a few long strokes, the friction felt so good. And Sammy looked even better, zoned out and desperate for it. Open. Waiting. For him. Dean couldn’t hold on a second longer.

Dean grabbed Sam’s hips and lifted them over his own until he was practically in his lap. They were so close. He could feel every movement Sam made, while he tried to squirm closer to Dean’s hard cock. They were lined up perfectly.

“Alright, Sam, you ready?”

“YES. Dean, I’m ready.”

Dean took a deep breath and pulled Sam toward him, impaling him ever so slowly on his cock, until they were flush against each other and he couldn’t think anymore.

Fuck. Sammy.

Dean groaned loud against the walls of the cellar.

“Damnit Sam- Sammy. Oh god. So tight.”

Dean looked up at Sam’s face again. It was flushed red, but Sam was grinning, smiling like he’d gotten exactly what he wanted. Dean rolled his hips into him and felt a stab of pride at watching Sammy’s smile slip to an open mouthed moan of pleasure. He pulled moan after moan out of his brother’s mouth as he began rocking steadily into him. Damn his sounds are so hot.

Sam was breathing out a quiet stream of yes yes Yes YES with every thrust of Dean’s hips. Dean smiled to himself. Well, if he got a yes for that..then-

He reached behind himself to close his fingers around the now cold flask. Bending over Sam to reach his face pressed him in so deep, both of them let out a groan.

“Mm come on, it’s time.”

Sam opened eyes he had shut when Dean pressed into him and flicked his gaze to Dean, to the flask, back to Dean, and back to flask again. He looked like he was about to protest, so Dean changed the angle of his hips just slightly, where he knew Sam wouldn’t be able to resist.

Sam’s eyes rolled back in his head as Dean hit that perfect spot inside him and his hands flew out to either side. Then, very quietly, almost so Dean couldn’t hear, he replied.

“Yes, Dean.”

And Sam left his mouth hung open, waiting.

Dean was flooded with immense relief and red-hot lust at the same time. He dragged his free hand up to land on his brother’s neck and started to pour as much of the potion as he could into his mouth. Then he massaged his neck until he’d been forced to swallow all of it.

Without stopping the movement of his cock inside Sam, he kept this up until the flask was completely drained. Only a drop remained, dribbling from Sam’s lips as he tried to breathe. Dean released the flask and his hand that was holding Sam’s neck.

“There. You did it.”

But Sam looked desperately out at his brother and grabbed the hand that had been around his neck to bring it back to where it belonged. He patted Dean’s hand where he had rested it back on his throat in a silent, but blindingly clear, message.

A rush of heat went straight to Dean’s head and cock and he found his vision went a little hazy from the pressure. Damn, the things he does to me. He’s insane.

Dean closed his hand around Sam’s throat anyway, no longer trying to make him swallow, but instead trapping all his air. He brought his other hand to wrap around Sam’s throbbing cock, leaking a steady flow of precome.

Sam groaned, as much as he could while his airway was being blocked, and arched his back toward Dean. He’s so beautiful like this, Dean thought. Sam’s face wore an expression of absolute bliss and lust. Dean wondered vaguely how many times he’d ever get to see that look on his brother’s face.

“Sammy. Oh, Sammy. Come for me.”

That was all Sam needed to start shaking. His mouth opened in a silent scream or moan or gasp or something, Dean wasn’t sure, and he was coming all over Dean’s hand. It felt like he came forever, thick white stripes coating his palm, and rolling and clenching around Dean’s cock.

Would he?.. Dean wondered and decided to test his theory. He brought his filthy hand up to Sam’s face and covered his mouth with it. Dribbles of come started to mix with the remnants of the potion on Sam’s lips. He loosened the vice grip on Sam’s throat just enough so he could start gasping into his hand.

Sam’s eyes opened briefly, glanced at the hand with a flash of understanding, and closed again. Then his tongue came out and danced over Dean’s palm, licking up as much come as he could reach. No hesitation whatsoever.

Dean’s groan was so low it was almost impossible to hear.

“Fucking hell, Sam. Fuck- I’m coming.”

Dean’s hips gave one last wild thrust into Sam before he pressed in all the way and held there, head hanging down and limbs shuddering. The buildup of pressure that had begun with Sam tied to that damn chair released deep into him.

“Damn.”

That was the most intense orgasm Dean’s had in.. well probably ever had. He looked up to check in on Sam who, for what it was worth, looked much more lucid than he had in awhile.

“Hey. Sam, you back?”

Sam’s voice was breathy and raspy as he coughed and attempted to respond.

“Yeah.. yeah, Dean, I’m back.”

It worked. Thank god. Dean sighed and reached out a tired hand to pat Sam on the chest. He sat back, not wanting to pull out of Sam just yet. He didn’t want to ever be apart from Sam again.

“Good. Welcome back, little brother.”

FIN

[fratercrucis]

Favourite supernatural ship/s

thanks for the ask anon<3

samjess is my favourite I guess. it's tragic and sad and beautiful. It always makes me upset and I end up in a puddle of tears. It hurts my brain and heart. It's like a stabbing pain in the gut. what gets me is that even after such a long time, sam could never actually let go of jessica I think. I mean what am I supposed to feel after the i still think about jessica. he was shopping for rings, and he proposed to a ghost, to his past. a nice sweet normal figment of his life, that he held on to for a while until tragedy struck. sam probably doesn't even have any photos of jessica, they were all burnt in the fire. he probably had that voicemail that she sent when he went with dean to hunt the woman in white. which probably got deleted when they had to switch phones or simcards cuz of their shitty lifestyle. she's only a memory to him...fuck

sastiel cuz I love their autistic swag. of course there are moments that make me mad like cas breaking sam's wall but cas also took sam's pain. sam and castiel are so soft and tender with each other. I just know the sex would've been a galaxy brain moment.

samruby because they're toxic af but they truly loved each other at some point. they would've worshipped each other I think. it's bout the roles and the dynamics, there's also a lot of manipulation and betrayal going on and that adds to the more complex elements regarding the pairing. also the soft tender way ruby tries to cajole sam into believing that what he did was right scratches at my brain because she too sacrificed a lot to be the one who catalysed the whole thing. they could've ruled hell together. and their whole sex scene is like two lesbians fucking each other.

deanlisa because dean had a bit of normalcy and a cute son. dean and lisa made a cute pairing I think. he got to be a dad for a little while I guess. It's sad and tragic cuz when cas wiped Lisa and Ben's memories, it really hurt. Like you build this little family and they gave you something to hold on to for a while when you missed your brother and then have all of that taken away from you PERMANENTLY. that shit is sad af.

sambrady because I KNOW WHAT THEY HAD GOING ON. demon lover brady my beloved. I know they fucked. cuz brady is a demon and he died.

samsarah. they are so cute. and honestly out of all the partners sam had in the show I think sarah blake would have been perfect for sam imo. she wanted to help them during the hunt. she's a tough girl. they kiss for the first and the last time and she hopes that sam would visit again. she keeps waiting and waiting and waiting, days turn into weeks, weeks into months, months into years and then one day she gets married has a kid and that tall floofy haired boy with the puppy dog eyes turns up at her doorstep. she has moved on obviously but at what cost? she died cuz of the very man she waited for so long. and oh sammy. the only reason why he didn't go back was that he knew it was dangerous for her. later he had to go to her to save her but again at what cost? sarah still died and she had a husband and a kid...

wincest. do I need to even say anything? I mean where do I even start? It's not like I want them to fuck each other but it's the codependency. there's a lot going on with these two that can't be seen with the naked eyes. it's the subtext, the yearning, the longing looks, the roles...how dean can't function without sam, he's afraid to be alone, how sam loses it when dean is gone, the need to be the no. 1 person on their priority list, and the fact that they're canonical soulmates. yeah they're weird and that's what I like about it. sam and dean winchester are psychotically, irrationally, erotically codependent on each other.

sammadison how could I not mention this one. THIS IS MY FAVOURITE AS WELL. I mean it's so fucking tragic. like you think you saved the girl but for what? it didn't work and it's gonna happen again and there's no cure and you two share these tender moments of intimacy thinking everything's gonna be okay only to be met with the opposite. you gave her hope and now it's being taken away..it's never gonna be okay and she asks you to kill her. whatthefuck. now you slowly see yourself in her, what if I become a monster and there's no way back and what if someone I love so much has to put me down like a sick dog. GOSH. I cried while watching that episode.

I also like samwena and saileen and megstiel but I haven't watched the later seasons that well so can't say much.

[compo67]

20 Fanfic Author Questions ✍️🤔

Thank you, @runawaydr3amerao3!🥰

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1. How many works on AO3?

275 (god damn)

2. Total AO3 Word Count?

2,148,826 (+ about 35,000 words I haven't published yet)

3. Top 5 fics by Kudos?

(These are all Supernatural--Wincest or J2.)

They Met at the Photo Op Booth: 2194 House of Gold: 1722 Garbage: 1595 Like a Small Boat: 1474 Put Your Hands Where Mine Are: 1440

4. What fandoms do you write for?

99% of my fics are from SPN, Wincest or J2. 1% is Spideypool.

5. Do you respond to comments?

Unfortunately, I do not reply to most of them. I get overwhelmed and anxious very easily when there are a lot (which is a good problem to have!). My brain worms often tell me that y'all don't want to hear back from me. I am trying to get better at this. Damn you, brain worms! But! I read every single comment and they are close to my heart. Some comments have brought me out of deep depressions and writer's blocks. <3

6. Angstiest Ending?

Oh gosh. That probably goes to "It Takes a lot of Water."

7. Fic with the Happiest Ending?

I'll go with "They Met at the Photo Op Booth." It ends super happy and sets up the rest of the verse on an upbeat note.

8. Do you get hate?

Goodness, this only happens once in a blue moon. I got "hate" for making Jensen a fat, beefy dude in Back Pocket verse. Plus "hate" for having Jensen and Dean bottom in Photo Op and TCV. Like. Y'all. Move on. *rolls eyes* But this is rare. *knocks on wood*

9. Do you write smut?

Yep! Not as often as I used to, but there's definitely smut in my catalog.

10. Do you write crossovers?

No. I wrote one for a fandom I no longer care for or support.

11. Ever had a fic stolen?

Thankfully, my fic is "strange" enough to have avoided this. Some of my fic has been posted to Goodreads (DON'T) without my permission. If you see any of my fics on any other platform aside from AO3 and Patreon, please let me know. <3

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, a few! It's incredible to see. But I no longer accept requests to do so.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Yep. I cowrote "Like Everything I've Ever Lost." I also want to give a shoutout to Deb for helping me so much with Photo Op. She knows that verse better than I do! Also shoutout to Pie, my fellow RP partner. I think RP counts, it's just one long extended fic.

14. All time favourite ship?

I can't pick between Wincest and J2! But you'll pry them away from my cold, dead hands.

15. WIPs you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Sigh. The one that comes to mind is "Model of the Solar System." Anxiety over the ending prevents me from writing it. I also don't really have a beta for it. Having a beta might hold me more accountable? Idk. That fic has been in the works for 11 years now.

16. Writing Strengths?

I've been told that I write dialogue well! I think I am also pretty good at describing setting/scenery.

17. Writing Weaknesses?

Finishing fics/coming up with endings. I have a tough time letting go of fics. I just don't have a lot of confidence in myself to wrap things up in a satisfying way. I also struggle with describing what people look like. I rely on comparing them to well-known celebrities and I wish I didn't do that so often.

18. Thoughts on mixed language dialogue?

Love it. Need to do more of it. I love when folks take the time to copy/paste into Google translate. I miss Back Pocket's island language. It was so fun to play with.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Oh, wow. It was either Harry Potter (sigh) or Anne Rice's The Vampire Chronicles. I must have been... 14 or 15?

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Ahh, I can't pick, they are my children! I'll give you the top three. 1. The Chicago Verse 2. Photo Op Verse 3. Back Pocket Verse I have so many verses... ^^;;

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[chiisana-sukima]

Happy Wincest Wednesday!

A normal person would ask a Christmas question, but I hate Christmas. So instead: what's a kink that one brother is really into and the other isn't? Do they indulge it to make their brother happy or shut it right down? Feel free to answer for both Sam and Dean's unreciprocated kinks!

... And yes, if you must you can also add Christmas headcanons.

- schizosamwincester

Happy Wincest I Am Late Again as Usual-day!

So, I think Dean, in keeping with his aro sex-is-for-fun lifestyle, enjoys lighthearted, kind of silly but uncomplicatedly enjoyable kinks like cosplay/light and silly roleplay, foodplay, maybe a bit of exhibitionist teasing, etc. This is a guy who digs "sexy rules" and thinks getting slapped by a girl wearing a zorro mask is risque. He would love bugging Sam into being that zorro girl and then laughing about how Sam should style his pretty princess hair to look like Wesley's from The Princess Bride, and Sam would say that makes Dean Princess Buttercup and Dean would be indignant, but ultimately Sam would 100% go along with it because he finds Dean's ridiculous humor endearing. Then Dean would legit get off on it and Sam would get off on making Dean happy.

Dean would order a tentacle dildo from Search the Web's equivalent of Adam & Eve and have it addressed to Sam and then mock Sam about how Sam finally saw that light that hentai is art but there's no need to keep his appreciation secret just because big brother realized it first. He would literally chase Sam around the bunker with Sam's new tentacle and leave it in various surprise locations with googly eyes stuck to it like a kinky besuckered Elf on a Shelf (there's my only Christmas reference lol). Sam would roll his eyes but eventually break down and they'd have hot tentacle monster roleplay sex.

I think Sam otoh pretends very, very hard not to have any kinks other than mildly rough sex. What you see on screen from Sam with regards to women (minus the knifeplay/bloodplay with Ruby) is basically how he conducts his sexual encounters with men too. Wall sex, maybe some biting but certainly not enough to break skin, etc. The combination of Sam being a beast of a sexual partner plus Dean's sense of adventure is plenty for them both to have a satisfying and enjoyable sex life.

...The only problem is they both have reciprocal, highly compatible trauma-related kinks that neither of them would admit to if their lives depended on it. Sam wants Dean to roleplay snuff with Sam as the victim. He wants Dean to cut him extensively with Ruby's knife. He wants Dean to recite the voicemail message that Dean doesn't even know exists at him, handcuff him to the pipes in the bathroom, and fuck the evil out of him. He wants Dean to strap him down in a devil's trap in the bunker's dungeon and show him what Alastair taught him.

Meanwhile, Dean would get off so hard on giving Sam all those things. He's been conditioned into sadism after all. And the thing is, over time, he becomes pretty aware Sam wants all that. They're terrible at keeping secrets from each other long term, so of course he would figure it out. But he would NEVER admit he knows or that he would enjoy it too, because he feels too guilty.

And to make matters even worse, he feels so guilty he'd actually also love for Sam to beat him unconscious and then fuck him about it, but he can't admit to that either because it would just make Sam feel bad. And though Sam doesn't realize the specifics, it would be impossible for him not to understand that Dean feels guilty in general and enjoys being treated faux poorly and humiliated for getting-off purposes.

Consequently, they both have this second layer of sexual intimacy that they can't really deal with head on. But they do try to accommodate each other around it at the margins. Sam fucks Dean rough enough sometimes that he knows he's hurting him. Dean gets Sam drunk sometimes before they bang and then chokes him a bit. Some days vanilla is good. Some days the silly lighthearted kink is perfect. Some days one feels in the mood to be aggressive enough that the other gets a taste of their secret desire. And some days its unfortunately a tad mediocre because:

[the-gray-ghosty]

Sam trauma fics please!!! Anything with hallucifer/lucifer/demon blood just anything lmao

Thank you bestie<3

I am SO sorry this took so long bestie!! @ghost-go-roasty-mctoasty

I have SO many sam trauma fics bookmarked, so I'm going to rec specifically some of the hallucifer/lucifer/demon blood ones for you!

Through the Devil Softly by siamesedreams, hallucifer/implied/referenced noncon (no smut), gencest samdean, dean taking care of Sam as he suffers through anxiety attacks and ptsd from hallucinations in s7

Convalescence by impravidus, post!cage sam through the eyes of outsiders. Hallucifer and very protective dean

My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand by ad_castra

"5 times dean comforts sam by holding his hand (and one time he doesnt). Sam detoxing from demon blood, hallucinations, trials of hell, this fic goes through different times of sam trauma and sam having mental health issues

Leaning out for love by angelshotgun

Sam's been detoxing for years, but his powers stayed. He hid them from dean for years, but when Sam is sick dean finds out.

Help is never far away by wolfcry22

Sam gets dosed with demon blood against his will and has to detox again, but he also has the flu. Protective dean and Bobby, and ofc sam angst and pain

Through the Devil Softly by siamesedreams

Hallucifer, where Sam can't tell whats real and what's not. Sam has panic attacks and ptsd, with protective Dean and WINCEST (but no sex, just cuddling and protectivness)

Catching my death (staring out an open window) by ad_castra

Hallucifer/post cage sam and castiel, with enochian speaking sam and castiel, protective castiel and dean and unstable hurt sam

Trialculosis Sam by fogsrollingin

This is one of my favorite fanfictions of all time. The trials of hell are pretty much killing sam, and dean is trying his best (most of the time) to do his best to help sam. This has queerplatonic samdean, with hugging and comfort and lots of tears and hurt sam!

Buried at Sea by shadowhuntingdauntlessdemigod

With no leads on the darkness, sam and dean tour the queen Mary ship in long beach california. But when sam and dean are seperated, and a ghost locks sam inside an old cage elevator, post-cage hell trauma comes out. Poor sam! Lots of protective dean.

Hiraeth by inkandpaperqwerty

Season 4, when Sam and dean sre separated after dean finds out about the demon blood, sam overdoses on his antidepressants. Suicidal!Sam calls dean, and dean comes to his aid. Protective dean and very protective bobby, and a little bit anti castiel at the begining (he's kind of a jerk, but he does care about sam in his own way).

Let me know if any of the links dont work!! :)

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Happy Wincest Wednesday! More of a fun one this week.

You are in the supernatural universe. You have unlimited access to Sam and Dean to do whatever you want, and they will agree. What do you do? Move into the bunker and join them as their third (sexually, platonically, or romantically)? Hookup once and then bail? Be casual friends but keep a healthy distance? Marry one brother to keep all for yourself and tell the other to suck it (again, this is a hypothetical, so the other brother will not kill you for this)? Or just run away as fast as possible?

Answers I have not listed are also acceptable, i just wanted to give a few starting points

- @schizosamwincester

And a happy Wincest Wednesday to you! ^_^

Okay, if I was in universe just naturally, like a civilian in their world I think I would initially try to run/keep my distance, but then come back to them for advice because if I found out beasts and monsters were real I don't think I'd be able to ever go about life as usual after that. Idk if I'd be a full blown hunter, I'd probably die so fast and so bad if I tried, (but then, once you know, do you then have the responsibility to look after others?) but I'd want to know how to protect myself and what to look out for so I'd be wanting a crash course at least. They'd be like my Bobby, I guess.

However, if I was me, as I am, and was given access to them?

This is so embarrassing 😖

I'd wanna take care of them.

I'd want to cook for them and give them kisses on the temple.

I'd want to crawl into Sam's lap when he's sitting in a chair or on the couch and put my arms around him and just hold him. I'd want-

I don't even KNOW if I can get into what I'd want from Dean. It's a very confused thing where I'm sitting with my eyes closed and he tells me I'm good with his hands on my head or shoulders and maybe I start kissing his arms. Idk. I got lots of tangled up and overlapping emotions and desires around Dean. If I was allowed to do anything it would start off very hesitant and then get weird real quick.

I would like to make love to them. Like, really body worship slow kisses the works, I want them to feel beautiful and loved and GOOD, I want to bliss them out, but idk if even in this situation I would have the nerve to ask it.

Also I would want to make copies of their lore books. Not the spell ones though, that has too much potential for trouble.

So hmm, a neighbor that brings them dinner most nights with an occasional, very weirdly emotional hookup? I guess?

Oh! And I would get drunk in their presence. Just once. Because over never been before and there's too much weird rattling around in my head for me to want to do it around anyone I know in my real life. Wouldn't faze them though.

Thank you for the question! I really had to think about what I would ACTUALLY do instead of like, big talk of what would be fun.

[according2thelore]

if you’re stiil doing the game what’s ‘teenager’ and ‘visions’?

hi!!

i am! for this wip ask game here! and now, officially, we have done every single wip!!! omg, i'm so glad y'all have been liking these--they've been super fun and very motivating!!

teenager

based on this post here! it's about gadreel giving s9 dean an AU teenage sam to compensate for sam's loss. teenage!sam just lost dean to a hunt, and can't quite believe that dean is here, alive, and an adult--like he'll never get to be in his universe. it's been in our drafts since last december, and i've just been real slow, lol. it's full of shmoop, grief, and a plot twist! wahoo!

excerpt:

There's a man standing in the middle of the room, and Dean rounds the corner slowly, hand wrapping around the hilt of his knife. The man is hunched over, breathing quick, and Dean can hear his rapid, canned breaths echoing off the walls of the warehouse.

Dean takes another step forward, something so achingly familiar about his figure that it sets his teeth on edge. The man straightens, and Dean realizes that it's not a man at all. A boy.

Foreboding creeps up Dean's spine until it's screaming in his head. The boy is searching his surroundings, legs still bent. A hunter's stance. His head turns.

Dean knows this boy. He would know this boy anywhere.

2. visions

now THIS is the first samdean fic that i started and did not finish when i started writing wincest again last year. all of the others i finished, lmao. but this one was such a massive undertaking that i got distracted by other fics that i uploaded instead.

at the beginning of season 2, sam&dean reach an agreement that yeah, what they got going on is weird, and they start a relationship. however, sam has a vision that dean gets killed by the YED for being a distraction to sam's purpose after they have sex for the first time (up on the ceiling, like all madonnas do).

so now sam--whose visions predicting the future have all come true, one way or another--refuses to so much as look at dean for too long, and insists they put whatever is going on between them on hold until the YED is dead because sam's not going to take that chance.

so the fic is travelling through s2 (croatoan, playthings, born under a bad sign, heart, folsom prison blues, and of course, AHBL Pt 1+2) with sam and dean barely holding it together and wanting to be together but not being able to. longing central. angst central.

excerpt in which sam tries to pry dean off of the ceiling (WARNING, gore):

He won’t leave Dean in here, he can’t. The amulet swings, and it slaps against Sam’s cheek, sticking to his sweat and the blood and Sam’s own tears, and it burns, it scars. It boils his skin away, branding him. Sam knows that he’ll die with an outline of it against his cheek, the corner of his mouth, and he finds peace with it, even as his insides scream.

Dean, Dean, Dean, Dean.

It’s all Sam can feel, all he can hear, all he can taste, all he can smell. He looks up into Dean’s eyes, wraps his one good hand around Dean’s cheek, tries again to haul him down, but it’s no use. Sam’s knee buckles. Traitor. Sam’s body betrays him, and he falls. Dean is ripped from his arms, and Sam hits the motel carpet, hard. He screams, part pain but mostly agony, because now he can see Dean from afar. 

thank you all again for humouring me! i've had a lot of fun answering these asks!! <333

-lizzy

[sloppyneedybmxboy]

fav supernatural episodes

3x03 rabbits foot bella episode 3x08 supernatural christmas super wincest so sweet so sad 3x10 dream a little dream of me, bobby i just love you 3x11 mystery spot, like groundhog day with dean dying a lot SO ANGST between sam and dean 3x12 jus in bello, super tense dude they're in a demon siege goood ep 3x13 ghostfacers, so so funny so spoofy

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4x01 dean comes back from hell whole thing shot like gay porn i love it 4x03 and 02 not my fav episodes ever but incredibly gay destiel scenes at night 4x06 anxious dean 4x07 awesome ep. castiel meets sammie. DESTIEL scenes like the bench scene ZOMG 4x09 just a great ep loads of drama. anna !

4x10 good for drama. anna kisses dean and cas is like :o 4x15 uhh the reapers have been kindapped. castiel and also alistair and pamela. its a fun time (sort of ) 4x16 ON THE HEAD OF A PIN. my favest episode so far, so much drama. dean angst! torturing alistair! bloody cas. cas at deans bedside . i was getting too close to the humans in my charge etc etc 4x18 chuck, good ep ft dean praying to cas for first time

4x20 tense. not the best ep ever but ft jimmy novak aka cas' vessel and funny just for the complete lack of sexual tension between dean and jimmy without cas inside him and dean's confusion

4x21 oop. sam getting demon blood detoxed. angst and greatly enjoyable

4x22 best epppp so good so good. so fun always good to rewatch. much destiel

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5x02 "i rebelled i did it all for you" destiel speech um also awesome ep war comes to small town etc rufus ellen involved very ethel cain 5x03 dean and cas go on a case together for the first time! very gay¬! 5x04 endverse cas and dean, apocalypse, gayness 5x06 good ep with the kid antichrsit it just pisses me offf 5x07 old dean, so funny, bobby angst, loves it 5x08 changing channels! it truly has it all. gabriel, cas, funny sam dean stuff, dr sexy …. 5x10 cas and jo and ellen and dean and bobby and stuff aaaa my heart. they tracked lucifer down. sexy cas scenes 5x11 a true fever dream of an episode … the boys admit themselves to a mental asylum … I don't know if this deserves to be on this list but it was kinda funny idk. minus points for no cas. 5x13 worth it only for the cas!whump scenes hurtcas ! he sends them back in time to fix things with john and mary 5x14 MY BLOODY VALENTINE! consumehimnatural destiel my beloved 5x16 worth it for the cas losing his faith in his father/god plotline. angst cas 5x17 DRUNK BITCH CAS ep.! always good fun to watch him be mean to sam. dean's like WHAAAA? one of my fav eps 5x18 "last time someone looked at my like that, I got laid" DESTIEL ALLEYWAY FIGHT SCENE, angst!dean, so many good scenes !!! one of my fav eps 5x20 wonderful crowley ep, really funny antagonistic & good gay times 5x21 cas in hospital! cas saves the day! not the best plot wise but plenty of fun and crowley involved too so all the boys :D

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6x01 NOT the best episode at ALL but really fun to watch in terms of dean gender studies. dean living normcore life with ben and lisa 6x03 CAS IS ON ONE! "we do have a more profound bond" very funny iconic destiel lines, balthazar included

6x04 BOBBY POV EP! YAY! supa funny silly lighthearted I loves it 6x05 Twilight/vampire. I am hesitant to put this one on the list but it is homoerotic vampires dean gender studies moments so I think it has to be here. minus points for soulless sam and samuel cos they sukk 6x06 ICONIC destiel whiskey pouring scene.Rest of the ep is fairly skippable. I sometimes slow this scene down to x0.25 and watch it because there's so much being said nonverbally thru their body language and eyes so watch careffffully. much to unpack, ripe for analysis. sad!Cas

6x09 dean fight the fairies episode. so much fun 6x10 meg! crowley! cas! the boys! they're all fighting. supa funny cas/crowley bits and cas sexual awakening 6x15 HOLA MISHAMIGOS! meta ep. so funny so silly so light

6x18 this ep truly has it all ONE OF MY FAV OF ALL TIME dean gender silly dress up cowboy, b plot is gay cas and bobby getting angel fisted umm 6x19-22 obvs THE MAN WHO WOULD BE KING ARC !!!

7x01 GODSTIEL ARC 7x02 godstiel arc continued. for first 10 mins or something 7x06 -7x12 ok so these are by far not my fav episodes but. there's something to say for them. I thought season 7 was gonna be balls without cas but there's something quite Classic Supernatural going on in these eps which is comforting and/or dean gender studies and/or dean pining for cas which makes them good actually. ft frank & some garth . ALSO bobby being a dad and bobby death sequence eps 9/10 7x17 CAS RETURNS! Emmanual!Cas awesome destiel scenes like the trenchcoat bit ….. 7x18 party on garth. truly an incredible episode. garth-centric 7x20 CHARLIE CHARLIE CHARLIE! 1st charlie ep leviathian heist style plot quite fun and silly 7x21 crazy cas! off his rocker cas! cas and dean play a boardgame! cas is so charmingly aloof and offhand! "when castiel first laid hands on you in hell he was LOST!!!" ft. kevin tran 7x23 weird boy bestfriends behaviour … also "i'd rather have you, cursed or not" destiel scenes ft. the Iconic castiel crowley meg dean love triangle

8x01 unbelievably gay purgatory flashback episode. deranged dean. big gay benny! very queer coded. really fun !!! one of my favs ft kevin 8x02 "too much heart was always castiel's problem" OK? ft kevin tran and his MUM. also pining recently returned from purgatory dean. overall fun ep 8x05 dean x benny ep so Very gay ….. some purg flashback and destiel parallels …. 8x06 garth therapises the Boys! it's always a good time when it's a garth ep ok