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[red-meat-my-beloved]

Happy Wincest Wednesday! I have a few questions for people to answer. Feel free to answer them all or just one (or none at all) even if you’re not tagged!

what song describes samdean the most?

if spn was set in europe, what country would the Winchesters be from? What language/languages would they speak?

if they didn’t have the impala, what car would they drive?

is there a project you’re working on currently? Do you have a line or sketch from it to share?

what’s the first fanfic for supernatural you’ve written? Did you publish it? Or if you don't write: what's the first fanfic you remember reading?

is there another codependent/emeshed duo from a different fandom you enjoy? Are there parallels to Sam and Dean?

what type of wincest dynamic do you currently enjoy most? (sexual, platonic, dark, fluffy, early seasons, etc.)

@luminescent-chorus @applecrumbledore @digitalmeowmix @baronsamediswife @fandom-hoarder @lorehouse @ruinedsam @fungal-waste @youchoseeachother @s2e11playthingsyuri(did you get sniped by staff again??)

[unsurprisinglyren]

Some more wincest/sam/dean things.

Nsfw!!!!!!!!!

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Me while opening each link^

[sidekick-hero]

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🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

Ahahaha oh my God 😂 Are you volunteering, Holly? 👀 Probably @baronsamediswife because I know she'd come over, no questions asked, and help me bury the body. We also deep cleaned my flat together, so I know she knows how to clean a crime scene 🫶

Writer's Truth & Dare ask game

[missroserose]

@baronsamediswife gets it

i’ll never understand people who can’t make fun of their faves a little. like yes i love this character and would defend them to my grave but also they’re stupid sometimes and they do dumb things and imma make fun of them for it

[sasquatchandleatherjacket]

15 fucking years and we still have to debate incest. I cannot wait for Sam and Dean to go to Heaven hand in hand. Maybe then we can finally rest.

[sidekick-hero]

45. "You're simply the best" for dialogue writing prompts because it's true for you ✨✨✨✨✨💛

Awww, Jen, you're always so sweet to me 💛💛💛

Thank you so much for the lovely prompt. And also thank you @baronsamediswife for coming up with the idea. Love your brain. And you.

This is totally stolen from Shitt's Creek. When David serenades Patrick *melts into a puddle*

You’re simply the best

„I don’t know why you‘re in such a hurry, seriously. It’s an open mic night. I’m still surprised you even agreed to come. You’ll hate it.”

Steve huffs, kind of amused at his boyfriend’s antics.

His boyfriend. Steve still couldn’t believe it. It’s all very new but he’s already so gone on Eddie, it’s kind of embarrassing. Or it would be if Steve would tell him. Which he won’t. No, he’s playing it cool. Going slow. Let it progress naturally, Harrington he tells himself. He’s got this.

The nervous energy Eddie exudes is nothing unusual per se. He’s always fidgeting, always playing with his rings, his hair, or lately, Steve’s hands. But Steve doesn’t get why he’s nervous going to an open mic night where people will most likely sing Madonna or ABBA or the Bangles. And not very good, in Steve’s experience. There will be a lot of secondhand embarrassment. Which is honestly why Steve and Robin wanted to go. To make fun of people. So why was Eddie nervous?

He gets his answer an hour later.

Eddie had excused himself to the bathroom five minutes ago and Robin’s been telling him something about a girl she met at the grocery store earlier that day. She explains how their hands touched and how she felt sparks and oh my god Steve she smiled at me. He’s about to tell her that the girl was obviously flirting with Robin and that she should have asked her out when Robin’s eyes get big, and her mouth drops open.

“Robin? What’s the matter?” But before she can answer he hears a familiar voice, amplified by a microphone.

“I would like to dedicate this song to a very special someone in my life. Steve Harrington.”

What the…

“There he is, right there, that’s him.” Eddie’s smiling at Steve, soft and private. And although Steve feels heat rise in his cheeks, he’s not sure that it’s from embarrassment. “You can’t miss him. Prettiest boy in town. Hell, in this country.” Nope, definitely not embarrassment.

Robin mistakes the increasing redness of his face, though. “You’ll let me know when I should pull the fire alarm?”  Before Steve can reply Eddie starts to plug the strings of his acoustic guitar. It has ‘this machine slays dragons’ written across the smooth wooden surface. Eddie was such a nerd. His nerd.

The melody is soft, so unlike anything Eddie usually plays, that Steve needs a second to place it. When he does, his heart skips a beat.

I call you when I need you, my heart's on fire

You come to me, come to me wild and wild

When you come to me

Give me everything I need

Fuck. He was being serenaded by Eddie Munson. Steve can’t help the way he just melts. He knows how he feels about Eddie, has known for a while. But never in his wildest dreams did he expect this. He tries to swallow but his mouth’s too dry. He can’t say the same thing for his eyes.

Give me a lifetime of promises and a world of dreams

Speak a language of love like you know what it means

MMm, and it can't be wrong

Take my heart and make it strong, baby

He’s not singing the song like Tina is. It’s a slow rendition. Heartfelt and soft. The way Eddie sometimes is with him, when they’re alone in Steve’s bed. It reminds him of the way Eddie’s eyes become when he looks down at Steve in his arms, bedhead and morning breath and all. Liquid, like warm honey.

When he hits the chorus and sings

Ooh, you're simply the best

Better than all the rest

Better than anyone

Anyone I've ever met

He looks straight into Steve’s eyes and even though they hadn’t said it yet he hears the ‘I love you’ clear as day. He mouths back at Eddie ‘I love you, too’ and smiles at him. The crocked one he knows Eddie loves best.

When Eddie finishes the song, everyone applauds enthusiastically. Even if Steve wasn’t biased, he would say Eddie had been the best performer all night. As it is, he whoops and hollers like they’re at Madison Square Garden and not some bar that has seen better days. Eddie bows dramatically before hopping off the stage, striding across the room to where Steve and Robin are standing.

“What’d you say, big boy?” he asks, tone cheeky but Steve can see in his eyes that he’s nervous. He just put his heart on the line here and even though Steve had mouthed ‘I love you’ at Eddie just minutes ago, he knows what he has to do now.

He steps forward, right into Eddie’s space. He cups his face in both hands and pulls him down until their lips are almost touching. Steve makes sure to look deep into Eddie’s eyes, letting his own tell Eddie everything he’s been swallowing down for weeks before he whispers against Eddie’s lips.

“You’re simply the best.”

[daddysboydean]

@baronsamediswife tags

[samstiels-deactivated20201212]

@baronsamediswife replied to your post: @baronsamediswife MYRI THIS SHOW HAS RUNIED MY...

YOUR CONSTANT SCREAMING ABOUT IT HAS MADE ME WANT TO CHECK IT OUT!

if it emotionally ruins you i'll take 110% of responsibility

[winchestersinthedrift]

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[themegalosaurus]

Possible triggers that may prompt Dean to cast out Michael in s14:

Sam drives the Impala

Sam re-instals iPod jack in the Impala, lets Jack pick the music, listens to teen emo!rock and loves it

Sam’s beard

Sam’s beard resulting in Sam becoming a glowing beacon of sexual allure to all who see him

Newly empowered by beardy confidence, Sam repaints Impala in millennial pink to match his developing hipster image

Sam sells pink Impala for more beard oil

Jack tries and fails to grow his own beard and Sam comforts him with allusion to Dean’s own lack of chinly hirsuteness (”some guys just can’t grow beards, Jack, it’s okay”)

idk how Michael!Dean is in on all the beard chat but it’s probably broadcast over angel radio by Cas, himself a helpless acolyte of hipster beard lumberjack dad Sam

I don’t make the rules

[digitalmeowmix]

@twochildreninamoteldemo @fandom-hoarder @deanwinchesterpregnant @dyed-red @trials-era-sam @sicksam @baronsamediswife @addictsam

AO3 Top Relationships Bracket- Round 2 Side 1

This poll is a celebration of fandom history; we're aware that there are certain issues with many of the listed pairings and sources, but they are a part of that history. Please do not take this as an endorsement, and refrain from harassment.

[lemondropsonice]

My little lights of the week:

lipglosskaz

spncreatorsdaily

malevolent-dean

sammyhale

spn-idjits-guide-to-hunting

sammichgirl

misswhizzy

baronsamediswife

electricmonk333

You all make me smile! Thank you for being amazing!

[feoplepeel]

For the ask meme: LAST

LAST — the most recently written two sentences (or so) of my current project (from The Sound of Shaking Paper):

The truth is numbers in a newspaper, Silver thinks. The truth is unerring.

[cinnamonanddean]

Index and Literature?

Index: What book character would you like as your best friend?

Hmmm....think I'm gonna have to go with Anne Shirley from Anne of Green Gables for this one. She really resonated with me as a kid and even now as an adult, and I'd love to have someone so positive and indomitable and kind-hearted in my life.

My first instinct was Scarlett O'Hara, but as fun as she'd be, I think I'd be hard-pressed to get past the more bratty side of her personality...

Literature: Top 3 books you want to read this year

Bold of you to assume I plan shit out like that. Seriously though, I am very much an impulse shopper when it comes to books; I usually just wander into the store and if I come out with something, it's something that just happened to catch my eye. I rarely go in after anything specific. That being said, I did pick up The Hobbit recently, because I've tried reading LotR before and I just... can't. I'm hoping The Hobbit will ease the way a bit.

Thanks so much for the ask!

[digitalmeowmix]

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Happy DSOTM eve!

To celebrate sign ups for Now it’s Perfect 2024 are now open !

Write fic or draw art focused on Sam and Dean being happy together in Heaven post finale.

Requirements: Minimum 1k words, English language, and complete .

Sign ups close July 31st at midnight . You have 3 months to create and submissions are due Nov. 1st .

[nyxocity]

Candles Wish S13 Coda (Wincest)

There is no angel exorcism spell that Sam knows of right now.

Fingers glide along the page before he turns it, and he thinks that somewhere, there must be one.

“Don’t you think we would know?” Castiel had asked, his brows pulling together into a crease.

“Like we knew about the Mark of Cain? Or the Darkness? Or that we could kill Death? Or that Lucifer could reproduce?” Sam had bowed his head back over his book and shaken his head. “We know so much about the supernatural, probably more than anyone else alive, with the Men of Letters’ resources… and yet somehow we always end up fighting in the dark.”

“That’s not true. We’ve also fought during the day.”

Sam had huffed out a tired laugh, tried not to roll his eyes. “Cas--”

There had been just the ghost of a smile lurking around Castiel’s lips. “You’re… are you making a joke?” Sam had asked, disbelieving.

“Isn’t that what Dean would do?” Castiel had asked with a tilt of his head.

And then Sam had understood.

“I know you miss him,” Castiel had said quietly. “I do too.”

If Sam had only missed Dean, that would have been fine. People missed each other all the time. But this wasn’t just a sense of loss, or a change of routine.

Sam has turned the pages of many tomes by now, seen the faces of a hundred Michael’s. The Renaissance paintings with all their blazing light and color can’t do justice to Dean. The rounded, angelic faces and full lips a pale attempt at his brother’s beauty, falling flat and cold by comparison. Michael in all his glory can’t hold a candle to the energy of Dean simply occupying a room. Even when his brother sits still there’s a sense of movement, of energy about him. Dean has never in his life simply sat in the dark; the dark was a space Dean had chosen to fill.

Sam feels the lack of that energy, that presence now, grown so used to it that its absence seems a living thing. In the bunker, there’s a Dean-shaped hole that follows Sam like a shadow, scooped out like the hollow space in his soul. They are grown men and they keep their own rooms, but all too often they still share as they’ve shared motel rooms and beds for so many years, bodies slotted together, snugged up safe and side by side, their intertwined limbs forming the shape of a secret, the unspoken words of a vow.

In the darkness, beneath the blankets, beneath the moon, he has traced the shape of his brother’s lips a thousand times, stared into the fire of those sharp eyes, and known he was home.

Michael is ice, carved from marble and empty of life, and for the few moments Sam had looked into the angel’s eyes inside his brother’s body, he’d understood that Michael had no soul. That Dean was completely gone, shoved so deep down inside that he might be lost forever.

Sam doesn’t just miss Dean. He is unnerved by the lack of Dean. Not just by the lack of Dean beside him--the empty hole that sits and stares--but by the lack of Dean in this world. Even Dean with the mark, Dean as a demon; both had still been Dean deep down. He could see glimpses of his brother, his lover, still struggling to live. But now Dean is gone, buried inside the bones of a creature cold and fine as snow, and Sam feels aloneness as he never has.

Sam takes a breath, letting air fill his lungs, and turns another page.

There is no angel exorcism spell that Sam knows of right now.

But he will find one, if he has to tear down heaven and write it in the blood of the angels, himself.