#mildly wincest adjacent

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Jensen put his whole pussy into playing dog!Dean and I...

I needed him to lick Sam's face. So much.

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happy wincest wednesday (in advance, i'm actually thinking ahead for once)! if you feel like it, please join us in crossover land -- what about a fusion of SPN and From Dusk Till Dawn? Would Sam and Dean try to take out the Geckos? (Would Dean make a lot of inappropriate jokes about how their name is Gecko?) Or would Sam and Richie bond about the whole, you know, demon visions thing? These are questions.

i've thought about that a lot tbh and talked about it with @cowboyified some! because i love the idea.

answers may vary depending on what "eras" of samdean and sethrichie meet but -

sam and dean would absolutely try to hunt the geckos haha if we were to make it a story, it would the sort where sam and dean come across richie fanged out and naturally assume that he's the thing killing the random citizens of the week of the random town of the week but oh! surprise! seth and richie are actually on the same case because it's culebra-related and then they'd begrudingly have to work together, duh.

and then they'd weird each other out of course. the secret handshakes, the bitch-jerk, the 'brother' tacked onto every other sentence, the silent communication. dean would also absolutely make terrible gecko jokes and sam would fail at pretending not to find them funny. maybe the geckos have heard about all those heists and murders and serial killer sprees the winchesters are supposed to have committed.

anyway i think although sam and richie have a lot of monstery bloody stuff in common they wouldn't really get each other lol especially with richie eventually reveling in his culebra identity and sam forever feeling tainted by demon... adjacency. but again, if we're talking story, there'd be a moment where seth and/or dean say something mildly stupid and richie and sam would speak up at the same time in that bitchy know-it-all-i-was-put-on-this-earth-to-piss-you-off voice and that's some type of bonding lmao

dean and seth could totally sit down for a beer and get along in that Guys Being Guys kinda way that isn't anything until it is (and that is gay sex). dean would bring up seth's tattoo and seth would be like, yeah, when we were kids our dad died in a house fire. and dean would go, a fire, huh. and seth would say, used to just have it on my arm until richie stuck his fangs in me and then i had a girl do the neck too to cover the marks. and dean would say jeez and seth would add, turned out it was richie who started that fire that killed dad anyway, and laugh. and i guess dean wouldn't say out loud that between a dead brother and a vampire brother, he wouldn't feel like that's a real choice either.

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Where Is My Shiny Gun?

PART TWO

Summary: Sam finds himself in a quandary when he realizes he has feelings for Donna by way of the obvious mutual attraction between her and Dean.

Characters: Dean x Donna + Sam

Warnings: Wincest adjacent

Word Count: 1530

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

One Week Later…

Sam walks down the hall toward Dean’s room. He hears his brother’s and Donna’s vibrant voices mingling in banter and laughter. When he reaches the door, he remains quiet and watches.

Donna took a sabbatical of sorts to come to Lebanon and stay with them – to hunt, help them with Michael, keep an eye on Dean. When Sam suggested that she help with that last part, keeping an eye on Dean, he was surprisingly pleased with the outcome.

Donna’s stretched out on Dean’s small couch, her hair a mess on top of her head, random tendrils falling around her heart-shaped face as she studies an ancient research book. Her feet are dwarfed by Dean’s hands as he rubs them, mirroring her posture on the opposite end of the small couch. His right leg crooked at the knee against the back cushions, his own foot burrowed between Donna’s hip and the back of the couch. There’s a stiff, brightly colored card balanced on his left thigh that reads Reflexology.

“I’m rubbing your...” Dean picks up the card and squints at the diagram of a foot, furrows his brow and tilts his head. “Spleen?”

Donna cracks up laughing, her grin blinding, the sound warming Sam’s chest and belly. Her head’s thrown back, her slender neck stretched and exposed before she rights herself to look back at Dean. “Why would anyone want their spleen massaged?”

“I don’t even know,” Dean laughs, carelessly tossing the card to the floor before settling back to rub her feet in earnest. “Pretty gross, if ya ask me.”

“So…” Sam tentatively enters the room from where he was watching to grab their attention. “I caught a case.”

The comfy looking pair glance up at Sam in interest. “Yeah?” Dean says, continuing to rub into the arch and ball of Donna’s foot. “What’s the deal?”

Sam explains the situation in Michigan – vamp nest, probably some of Michael’s hybrids. “So no easy ride,” he says. “We should call in back-up.”

“Michiganders,” Donna says, pulling her foot from Dean’s grasp as she snaps the book shut with a smirk that reads to Sam like something distinctly intimate between her and his brother.

Dean doesn’t readily let go of her foot and he returns the same smirk, as her naked, pink-polished toes slowly slide through his fingertips.

“Never an easy bunch – vamp or human,” she says as she pushes up from the small couch. “We can call Jodes.”

“Where y’goin’?” Dean pouts. “I was just gettin’ to the good part.”

“My spleen?” Donna laughs out loud as she twists her hips in a full stretch.

“No,” Dean replies, dropping his foot to the floor to meet the other, sounding mildly offended. “I was movin’ to your kidneys and bladder, smartass.”

Donna arches a brow and cocks her hip. “My ass is so much more than smart.”

Dean’s eyebrows shoot to the ceiling before his gaze drops to her hips just as she turns to Sam.

“So, we’re goin’ on a road trip!” She grins and bounces on her toes slapping her hands together.

Dean rises to stand next to her with a goofy grin on his face. Sam is honestly baffled by Dean’s continued insistence that there’s nothing between him and Donna and uncomfortably turned on by yet another indulgent massage session.

Jody brought Claire, and three other hunters joined them. They cleared out the nest in no time with fewer injuries than anticipated, zero casualties – apart from the vamps – and little more to go on in finding the archangel.

Sam reveled in watching Donna and Dean fight in tandem – all power and precision. It’s as if they save all other emotions and feeling for everything else in their lives. That thought lights Sam up inside.

After a big diner meal and debrief, the hunters go their separate ways. Donna spends a few extra minutes chatting and hugging Jody and Claire. Sam can see the warmth and love shared between the women and it warms him all the same.

“Hmm,” Dean grunts beside him. “Jody, huh?” He looks up at his brother, deadpan but pointed.

Sam scoffs and rolls his eyes at his brother’s teasing.

Dean drives the distance to the hotel for the night. There are only two beds. Sam declares since he’s the biggest, he gets his own bed, but he has ulterior motives. “One of you can shower first, though,” he says with a wry smile.

“Callin’ it,” Donna says without pausing as she tosses her bag to the bed she’ll be sharing with Dean and peels her jacket from her shoulders as she goes.

When the bathroom door clicks shut behind her, Dean rounds on Sam. “What d’you have planned, little brother?”

Sam tries to look innocent. “I dunno what you’re talking about,” he says, busying himself with his bag, toeing out of his boots, digging for his shower kit.

“Right,” Dean says, sitting to unlace his boots. “You aren’t tryin’ to push me and Donna together.”

Sam can feel Dean’s eyes on him as he moves to hang his jacket and remove his overshirt. When he turns back, Dean is watching him expectantly.

Sam sighs. “OK, maybe I…” He chews on the inside of his mouth. “Maybe I’m curious.”

Dean blinks slowly, knowingly. “About?” he encourages.

Sam clears his throat. “About the two of you,” he answers, squares his hips and shoulders, determined to get this out, once and for all. “Together.”

Dean purses his lips and nods, drags his gaze to the bathroom door, behind which the shower is running. Sam imagines Donna in there, under the spray, washing all that hair, soaping up her breasts and belly and thighs. He swallows thick as Dean looks back at him.

“So, you wanna watch,” he says, the beginnings of a smirk, playing at the edge of his mouth.

Sam draws a deep breath then nods. “Yeah,” he breathes. “I do.”

Dean nods and they wait for Donna to emerge from the bathroom.

One night about 10- or 12-years-ago before Dean went to Hell, the brothers went out and really cut loose; looser than usual. They hooked up with twin sisters and brought them back to their hotel room. That was the only time they’d ever done anything like that, before or since, contrary to what certain angels and demons may say behind their backs.

But Sam will never forget the way Dean navigated both women’s bodies. He was like Fred Astaire or Monet or Mozart. Sam’s confident in his skills but watching Dean that night – he witnessed a whole other level of expression and induction of pleasure; especially when the girls swapped brothers and he was able to compare and contrast their sounds and reactions.

Tonight, all clean and slightly buzzed, the trio sit around the little table, playing cards, in an attempt to turn their brains off from hunting. Sam watches Dean as he ramps up the flirting and touching. Donna leans into him even more than usual.

“We should play strip poker,” Dean suggests like it’s an original, great idea.

Sam drops his head, shaking it.

If he fucks this up… he thinks to himself.

Donna laughs. “Dean, if ya wanna get me naked, all you gotta do is ask,” she says, batting her eyelashes in a side-eye and sipping her beer.

Dean’s grin splits his face wide. “That right, D-Train?” he asks, turning in his chair to face her, knees spread wide.

Donna sets her beer aside and licks her lips, looks down into his lap. “You serious right now?” she asks, leaning one elbow on the table, eyes narrowed and not even slightly timid.

“Yeah’m serious,” Dean answers. “You serious, Sammy?” Dean keeps his eyes on Donna’s as her brows arch over her narrowed eyes.

“I’m serious,” Sam answers, and Donna’s eyes widen as they turn to him. “I just wanna watch,” he says, hands held up in placation.

Donna’s eyes soften and she relaxes, her eyes dart to Dean’s and he raises a brow in question. “Pretty kinky,” she says, clearly pondering. Then, “okay, what the Hell. Let’s give it a go.”

Dean laughs. “You sure?” he asks, reaching for her as she swivels out of her chair and moves over him.

“Yeah,” she answers, smiling down at him, smoothing the sides of his mostly dry hair and settling over his lap. “But… what if I change my mind?” she asks, running her thumb along Dean’s bottom lip.

Dean thinks for a beat then cracks a grin, swiping his tongue out to lick her thumb. “Donut,” he says. “Just say donut.”

Donna throws her head back in laughter. Even Sam laughs at that.

Sam watches as they begin to kiss. At first, it’s tentative but, soon enough, they find their groove. They’re both smiling and Sam feels for a brief moment like he’s intruding. Then he finds Donna’s eyes and she winks.

Sam melts into his seat, rests his hand in his lap, feels himself growing hard in his jeans. They’ve only just begun, and Sam is out of breath. He tries to catch it as his mind spins around what’s next.

Part Three

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hi frauke, happy wincest wednesday! in the show we never saw Dean get sick -- do you imagine he's a good patient or a bad patient?

various physical injuries and instances of throwing up aside, i think faith and yellow fever count as being sick? live free and twi-hard is also adjacent. mark of cain, on a spiritual level? i don't know.

i think as long as they're on the job in a serious way, dean is the type to just suck it up. his brain could be leaking out through his nose and it'd be just another miserable thing in his miserable life. do some more painkillers, drink about it, repress it some, that sort of thing. so i guess a bad patient lol at least to sam, unless he's also too busy to become exasperated with dean

but if they're not working or it's not serious, dean would milk being mildly ill for all it's worth. if it makes sam bring him grilled cheese in bed, no whining about having a cold and totally being on the brink of death is over the top. sooo still a bad patient. but sam can work with that at least :)