#no wincest

[moonpadalecki]

Me too Jensen, me too

[mybunkerishogwarts]

Ngl people...

Wincest and people who ship Dean with Sam fucking SCARE ME.

Please stop.

PLEASE 🙏🏼

[thesphericalcube]

....first time post tk art. yayyy....

Might delete this later 💀✌️

(ok listen I tried)

[tastybluesprite]

Nighttime Errand (Supernatural)

Here’s my second Supernatural fanfic! I love these guys so much. Not much for me to say other than I hope you like it.

Warnings: Tickling, mentions of alcoholism, also this is not to make Dean seem like a massive alcoholic (yes technically he can be considered one in the show but still), it’s not meant to be alarming, this fic is supposed to be purely fun.

Summery: Dean wants to go out on a beer run during the night. Sam is not for that.

The motel room smelled faintly of mildew, but it worked like any other motel they’ve been to. The two brothers were both doing their own thing, Sam was doing more research for their next job, and Dean was flipping through channels on the motel TV for the hell of it, drinking the last bottle of beer they had

Not long after, it was finished. Dean sighed as he shook it a bit.

He didn’t exactly consider himself an alcoholic (that much anyway), but he still at least wanted to stock up for the next day. Plus he felt he had to get out for a bit anyway. He was getting a bit antsy.

“We’re out of beer.” Dean announced with a sigh.

Sam, sprawled out on the bed with his laptop, barely looked up. “Yeah, because you drank it all.”

“Gonna go to the store,” Dean said, grabbing his jacket.

Sam glanced at the clock on the nightstand, raising an eyebrow. “It’s eleven o’clock at night, Dean. Can’t it wait until morning?”

“Nope.” Dean snatched up his car keys from the table and turned toward the door.

“Dean,” Sam said warningly, sitting up straighter. “You’re not seriously going out now just for beer.”

“Why not? It’s beer.”

Sam groaned, rubbing his temples. Before Dean could make it to the door, Sam stood and, in one swift motion, plucked the keys from Dean’s hand.

“Hey!” Dean whirled around, glaring. “Give those back.”

“No.” Sam said firmly, holding the keys behind his back.

Dean narrowed his eyes. “Sam, don’t you start.”

“Dean, it’s late, you’re tired, and we don’t need you getting pulled over or worse just because you’re out on a beer run.”

Dean took a step forward. “I’m not going to get pulled over. Just hand them over.”

Sam shook his head, backing away toward the far side of the room. “Nope. You’ll thank me in the morning. You can’t get too drunk, we still have a case to work tomorrow.”

Dean’s demeanor turned a bit more playful, but still glaring. He inched toward Sam slowly.

“What are you… Dean, wait!” Sam tried to sidestep as Dean lunged at him, but the motel room didn’t leave much room to get around. Dean tackled him onto the bed, pinning him down easily. Sam may have been taller and bigger, but Dean knew his baby brother lile the back of his own hand.

“Give me the keys!” Dean barked, reaching for Sam’s hand.

“No! Get off, Dean!” Sam shouted, twisting and squirming as he tried to keep the keys out of Dean’s reach.

Dean’s frustration quickly turned into amusement as Sam wriggled beneath him. He remembered the countless times that they’ve done this when they were kids. He remembered exactly what he would do to make Sam give in. Dean’s grin slowly turned wicked.

“Oh, you’re getting it now.” he said, his voice low and teasing.

Sam froze for a second. “Dean… what are you- g-gYAh!”

Dean didn’t respond. Instead, he darted his hands to Sam’s sides, digging his fingers gently into his flank.

“Dehean nohoho!” Sam burst into high pitched hysterical giggles, his body bucking wildly. “Stohohop, plehehease!”

“Not until you give me the keys.” Dean replied simply, grinning as he kneaded his fingers into Sam’s ribs. “Man, I forgot how ticklish you are!”

“AHHahahaha ihihim nOHOhot!” Sam cried out. The loud, bubbly laughter pouring out of him reminded Dean of back when they were kids. Sam had the same little habits. Little squeaks in his laughter, his feet kicking out. His hands trying to reach for Deans arms to push uselessly. Sam was bigger now, but way too ticklish for his own good. It made Sam’s size meaningless.

“Oh, really? What’s this then?” Dean teased, moving his hands to Sam’s belly and squeezing just above his hips.

“PLeHEHeHahase! Nahahaha NOHOHot thehehere!” Sam shrieked, trying to twist away.

“Not the belly, huh?” Dean grinned as he sunk his fingers into it over Sam’s shirt and vibrated his fingers in. An old trick. And it clearly still worked. Sam’s laughter turned up louder and more frantic, writhing as his back arched.

“Oh and what about here? This still bad for you?” Dean’s hands darted to Sam’s armpits, wiggling his fingers in the sensitive hollows.

Sam howled with hysterical laughter, his arms instinctively snapping down to try to protect himself. “DEHehehan! Stohohop! I cahahahan’t!”

“Can’t what? Give me the damn keys?” Dean teased, his grin widening. He missed seeing his brother like this. So carefree, happy. He hadn’t heard Sam’s genuine and real laughter since they were kid’s.

Sam didn’t respond, too lost in his frantic, uncontrollable laughter as he pawed weakly at Deans chest and arms. The car keys were miraculously still in Sam’s fist.

“Hey remember that one spot I know you just loved?” Dean smirked, trailing his hands back to Sam’s ribs. “You always got weak right about…here.”

Dean’s fingers found the soft part of Sam’s ribcage, right at the bottom where the floater ribs were. He gently dug his fingers in lightly, kneading the area.

“NAHAHAHA! DEHEHEAN! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!”

“Bingo!” Dean said triumphantly with a wide grin, focusing his efforts on the spot. “This was your ultimate weakness, wasn’t it? Just these little ribs right here and, boom, you were gone!”

Sam was completely in stitches now. His laughter now high pitched, frantic, and desperate. His body writhed and twitched helplessly beneath Dean. “PLEHEHEASE! AHAHA! OKAHAHAHAY! OKAHAHAHAY!”

Dean paused for a moment, his hands still resting on the soft spot on his ribs. “You giving me the keys?”

Sam nodded frantically, gasping for air. “Y-yehehes! Juhust stohohop!”

Grinning, Dean plucked the keys from Sam’s hand and climbed off him.

Sam rolled onto his side, little giggling still leaking out weakly, as he tried to catch his breath. “You’re an ass.” he muttered between gasps.

“Yeah. But now I’m an ass with car keys,” Dean said with a smirk, jingling them triumphantly.

Sam shot him a glare but didn’t move to stop him as Dean grabbed his jacket and headed for the door.

“See ya later Sammy!” Dean said with a wink before disappearing out the door.

Sam sighed and rolled to his back. His breathing and nerves finally stabilizing.

He smiled to himself despite the torture Dean just put him through. It felt good knowing Dean was the same old goof of a brother that he was when they were kids.

Thx for reading!

[barnesboo1967]

WHY GOD WHY

I keep getting *gags* wincest post on my feed

Get that shit out of my face

I block every account every time I see this nasty shit

BUT I STILL SEE IT

[cheesewizard0]

everyone assuming that sam and dean are dating is absolutely hilarious

[unprofessionalprofessionalbinger]

13x9 "The bad place"

Did Jack just throw Dean and Sam into the fucking times of the dinosaurs?!

They're like the first humans in that world now. That's crazy.

Adam and Eve 2.0 or something like that.

[calculatingodairs]

If I see another thing abt “wincest” i might just kms!

Like srs..? They are BROTHERS, BROTHERS I SAY.

Like yes they are fictional characters, but not even Jared or Jenson would think that’s ‘quirky’.

Yes, I get that some people are into certain things! But incest is just fucking INSANE. ESPECIALLY ABOUT BROTHERS.

Yes I am kink shaming, no I do not give a SINGULAR fuck. Plz get your shut together and go get help if you think like that.

I pray for your siblings and your fucked up mind.

[cringemesstickles]

WANTED TO HOP ON AND LET YALL KNOW (Bcuz I literally forgot) I DID UPLOAD A BIRTHDAY FIC FOR SAM ON HIS ACTUAL BIRTHDAY!!!

It’s not a tword fic, but I wanted to drop it in case anyone was interested. :)

(Dw babes, I’m still writing a tword birthday fic for Sam)

Anyway, here’s the fic! It’s really mushy and fluffy and mildly angsty, but not really. 😭🤚

Full Of Love (and cake)

[potatohater]

Im having plans to write the most fluffy fluff with Dean and Sam so JUST WAIT GUYS

[s4wdvator]

this is kinda so cute lol, i love they 🥺💗

SPN Gag reel - Dean opens Sam's beer

[thesaltofcarthage]

A card for very specific fandom niches

[lilacpaperbird]

*white knuckling the bathroom sink* do NOT infodump ppl about the fact that the first spn fic was a wincest one and that it was posted mere hours after the pilot and that the founder of ao3 was a wincestie and that the first fic on ao3 was wincest too and that the omegaverse as we know it was created by wincest shippers for jared/jensen fics *pointing at myself in the mirror with a shaky hand* ppl will think you're weird and off-putting you need to control yourself–

[incesthemes]

best kind of character development is where they don't actually become better people in any sense of the word but instead just grow increasingly psychologically dependent on another person for their entire sense of self and value in the world until they define themselves utterly by their place in that other person's world

[dumb-zombie-girl]

I-AWWWWWW

Why Should I Worry?

November 24, 1988

.

Dean is mad.

.

He’s not like Dad.

Not yelling.

He just stomps

and says

no turkey again

or

supposed to be special

when he thinks I can’t hear.

.

And his eyes are sad.

.

At lunchtime he finds

a box of cereal

two bowls

two spoons.

We sit at the tiny table.

I hold his hand and say,

“Thanks, Dean.”

.

His face changes.

No cereal today, Sammy.

Shoes and coats instead.

.

We’re going out!

Dean hardly ever let’s me

leave the motel rooms

when Dad is gone.

I run up the sidewalk,

back to Dean,

away again,

and back.

He laughs and ruffles my hair.

.

“This is the Best Day Ever!” I shout.

Dean laughs again.

This isn’t even the good part, Sammy.

.

We walk

and walk

and then…

“Popcorn!

I smell popcorn!

Can we have popcorn,

Dean? Pleeeeeeease?”

I use my best and

cutest smile.

.

Dean winks.

Popcorn and

soda and

hot dogs and

candy.

And something even better.

.

Better than popcorn?

I can’t stop

jumping

and

laughing.

.

Dean pulls me into a building with

bright lights

above the doors and lots of

posters on the walls.

We stand at the end of a line of people,

waiting. I bounce on my toes.

At the front of the line is a counter

I can’t see over, and when we get there Dean says,

Two for Oliver and Company, please.

It’s his grown up voice.

I hear a woman say, That’ll be seven dollars.

I dunno where he got it,

but Dean has a pocket full of money.

I hear him count to seven then

the lady gives him something.

She peeks over the counter at me and says

Enjoy the movie.

.

I can’t even breathe.

A MOVIE.

I never saw a movie before.

.

Dean ruffles my hair again.

Happy Thanksgiving, Sammy.

* * *

I have the best brother in the

Whole World.

He gave me popcorn

and candy

and a movie

with music and dogs and a kitten

and a little girl with no mom or dad…

.

I’m really sleepy.

Dean’s tucking me in.

He’s singing “Why Should I Worry?”

I’m almost asleep when I hear him whisper

You don’t have to worry, Sammy.

.

I can hardly move

but I make my arms hug him

around the neck.

.

I know I don’t have to worry.

Dean takes care of me.

.

This is actually old; I wrote it and posted it over a year ago. I figured today was a good time to reblog because: Thanksgiving! But the spacing on the original post is all messed up (thanks ever so, tumblr..) and every time I tried to edit it I was told the post was too long (thanks again, tumblr). So…my solution. Happy Thanksgiving! Have some Winchester Brother feels.