#wincest wednesdays 2024

[hellhoundsprey]

we can never fully comprehend how happy he was to get his weirdgirl lil bro back guys we cannot

[stanfordsweater]

happy wincest wednesday, ava!! do you have any preseries headcanons you'd like to share?

hiiii this is from over a year ago but we are so back. here is my best take:

i think the most compelling part about the preseries era is that sam and dean spend their childhoods fundamentally misunderstanding each other and their respective situations under john, which is always and forever my main reason for seeking out fic set in that era. i loooove the tension, i love the vibes, i love the misery and the small hope-spots and the tiny birthday cake slice dean charms out of a waitress, wraps in a napkin, and brings home to sam (and then gets too ashamed to give him), the fathers day card sam has to write in school and signs to dean and then drops in a puddle on the way home, the loneliness and the us against the world and the well, not really, because you're leaving with dad again--

so i believe that in sam's senior year, he and dean spend a lot of time staying up and ranking the shittiest made for tv movies they catch on whatever cable they occasionally have, and for dean's birthday that year, sam gets dean a certified blockbuster membership card (and gets made fun of all night for ignoring the totally solid video rental store around the block from their motel that has tons of softcore porn, sam, if you'd only open your eyes). throughout the next few months, any time they get into an argument, one of them will come back with a dvd-- whether it's from blockbuster or shoplifted from a convenience store, watching it together is an apology, and when sam leaves that year, dean keeps that ranking list wrapped around his blockbuster card, tucked deep in his duffle bag.

[fandom-hoarder]

happy wincest wednesday! what is something the boys would do for each when the other isn't looking or paying attention just to be nice?

Hahhh... sorry for letting this sit so long; I have been extremely distracted. Idk if it's appropriate to say "happy" today, but it does so happen to be wincest wednesday and well... this probably wasn't the kind of answer you expected at the time, but here's what this makes me think about today...

~

Dean wakes up -- later than he's been used to most of his life, but earlier than he's grown accustom. He can feel that Sam's still in bed, and guesses it's before Sam's 6am run. But then the hairs on his body raise inexplicably, and he sits up with the urgency of a house fire.

"What's going on?"

And Sam's answer is tired, red-rimmed eyes and his phone wordlessly turned so Dean can see the screen.

Dean feels detached from the bigger issues of the election as Sam cycles through the stages of grief throughout the morning. Dean's only concern is Sam.

Sam tries to start getting ready for his run. "They haven't really even finished the count yet. There's still a chance for a miracle in the mail-in votes," he says, but his shoe drops from his hand when he tries to pick it up, and he just stares at it. Dean wonders if Sammy is thinking about their track record in miracles.

So Dean agrees, "Of course, come on, this guy again? No way. The blue guys'll clinch it." And he helps Sam put on his shoes and then puts on his own, pulling Sam out of the bunker with him and bracing against the early morning chill, only to be met with a balmy, pre-sunrise 50 degrees.

Halfway through their jog, Sam suddenly breaks his sync with Dean, kicking at a tree with a guttural growl and the full force of his foot as if he was wearing his hunting boots. Dean cringes.

"Maybe if I'd found a way for us to vote without getting arrested -- we've broken so many laws anyway, what's a little voter fraud, right?! But no. And now look!"

He aims for the tree again, but Dean catches his leg with an 'oof.'

"C'mon, Sam, you know that's ridiculous. The two of us wouldn't have turned Kansas around by ourselves. You can't help that you still have faith in people, Sammy. You wouldn't be you if you didn't."

"Because I'm stupid," Sam says bitterly, and turns around to jog back to the bunker.

Dean follows him, but can't quite keep up this time. When he reaches the bunker, Sam is on the phone in the kitchen.

"I'm tellin' you, Garth, it's just like that time with Dick Roman when they drugged everybody to turn us into food. You really haven't heard anything? Don't you think it's completely crazy to believe his followers aren't under some kind of supernatural influence, for him to get away with all the horrible shit he does?"

"Well, maybe you could try asking Rowena---" Garth's tinny voice suggests as Dean pulls the phone away and hangs up.

"Dean--" Sam complains, reaching for the phone dispassionately.

"You know we already looked into this asshole. He's 100% human evil, Sammy."

Sam collapses onto the table bench, hand over his face. "Claire's already texted me twelve times. I don't even know what to say to her."

Dean looks at Sams phone and sees that there's a voicemail from Patience too. Pursing his lips, he turns off Sam's phone and pockets it. He sidles up behind Sam, cupping the back of Sam's neck and squeezing like he's scruffing him.

Sam takes a deep, hitching breath and holds it, breathing it out long and slow as Dean slides his hands down to dig his thumbs into the knots Sam's formed over the last twelve anxious hours.

"Well I guess," Sam starts, softly, "At least now he can't run again after this."

Dean starts to glimpse the promise of relief in his belly, before Sam adds with a self deprecating laugh: "As long as he doesn't change the law about term limits."

Dean squeezes Sam's shoulders, and keeps working at the tension until his hands get sore. Then he makes them breakfast, and makes sure Sam gets something in his stomach besides coffee.

But after Sam mechanically finishes the eggs and pancakes, Dean adds a couple splashes of whiskey when he tops up Sam's coffee -- after which, Sam says he should finally take his shower, but decides to lay his head down on the table for a minute and falls asleep.

Dean does his best to make sure Sam won't wake up with an even gnarlier backache, and does the dishes quickly before sneaking into the archives for the ingredients to contact Rowena.

But Rowena is no help to him if it doesn't come with a deal, and Dean has finally learned enough to know Sam wouldn't find the trade fair.

Dean lets Rowena go and turns Sam's phone back on, refreshing the election map. It still shows a handful of states at less than 80% reported, despite the bold banner at the top announcing a winner, and Dean looks at it in disgust.

A new text notification chimes in, and Dean sees Claire's name and a preview of her text: "I can get Alex to teach us how to do backroom abor" and Dean can guess what the rest of the text says.

Dean meets Sam in the hallway, calling for him.

"Hey," Sam says, sliding on his socked feet as he sees Dean and stops short. "I heard my phone. Was that Claire?" He snatches his phone from Dean and immediately starts scrolling, reading Claire's texts under his breath and dancing his fingers across the keys in a sudden fury. Quickly, Sam goes from upright to hunched like a question mark over his phone, shuffling restlessly up and down the corridor and mumbling about hrt supplies.

"Sammy, will ya take a breath? I'll knock over a pharmacy before I make ya go without your shots. --They'll still be makin' it for cis dudes, right?"

"Yeah. Probably. And I know you would, Dean, but I'm not worried about me," Sam says, not looking up. "Claire's going to scope out some manufacturing facilities with the girls and we're gonna set up an underground hrt resource. I wonder if there's anyone in our network who could work out a small manufacturing setup. It's too bad Kevin...or Charlie..." Sam mumbles down into nothing as he keeps typing, and Dean's stomach clenches.

He herds Sam, still typing, down to the showers, and gets the steam going while he strips Sam down and finally pulls the phone from his grasp. Dean pulls Sam down to him and goes up on his tiptoes to kiss Sam's forehead. He swears he can smell the salt of Sam's tears, and when he looks at Sam's face again they shimmer on his cheeks like the silvery scars of his top surgery.

Gently, Dean pushes Sam into the shower and under the water, carving his hands through Sam's hair to wet it down.

"Didn't think we'd be going through another apocalypse again so soon."

"Or ever," Dean agrees gruffly, grabbing Sam's special shampoo. "But this one isn't on us, Sam."

Sam closes his eyes, somehow still admonishing even as more tears join the water on his face. Dean's sudsy fingers scrub his scalp soothingly. "Dean. It's what we do."

"HRT, ok, that's one thing. But clandestine abortions?"

Sam snorts. "Alex can teach us."

"Us?"

Sam leans to rinse under the water when Dean directs him. "We'll cache abortion pills for the easy stuff, but we should be prepared to do more. We've taken bigger risks on DIY, and at least we'll get some training on this. Soon there might not even be any other options..."

So that's how Dean finds himself on his knees. Alone in his room. Praying to Jack as Sam sets up some type of mission control in the library.

"Please, Jack, I know you said you're hands off, an' all, but I think you should make an exception for Sammy. Just this once. He's had a lifetime of Hell-- more'n a lifetime-- and this is supposed to be our retirement. So can ya chip in a little for his 41st half-birthday -- which you missed, by the way -- and fix this freaking election so we don't hafta spend our retirement in another friggin' apocalypse?"

A weird feeling comes over Dean as he prays, buzzing through him with warm, alien reassurance. And as his stomach starts to unclench, he adds: "and hey, I'm not expecting ya to fix all of human history-- we're still team free will down here-- but throw in some worldwide human rights and extended ceasefires while you're at it. You missed a few of his actual birthdays, too, y'know."

Five minutes later, Dean's knees are cracking as he stands up and sprints down the halls towards the sound of Sam's bellowed, "Oh my god. Dean!"

Sam is gaping blearily at his laptop in the library.

"What's up? You okay?"

Sam can only gesture at his laptop, where the screen is displaying the final results of the count, and the Dems managed to pull a sudden upset, tilting the final count to their favor by two swing states after the paper ballots were counted.

"Ho-ly shit," Dean says, almost unable to believe it himself.

"And that's not all!" Sam says with a hint of bright incredulity, and scrolls down his news page.

"ALL the firearms disappeared?!" Dean asks, reaching for his gun automatically but realizing he'd never armed himself today. "Bombs, too? How?"

He knows how, but he still feels shocked. He'll have to check their stashes to see if Jack disarmed even them -- Dean really needs to get better at wording his wishes. They can't just be naked out here if monsters still exist.

But Sam answers Dean obliviously, "No idea! There's already a bunch of conspiracy theories on social media, each one crazier and yet more plausible than the last. Tucker Carlson already uploaded an AI shortfilm about how it was demons---" Sam turns to Dean suddenly and Dean cuts him off before he can speak it.

"It wasn't Rowena."

When Sam frowns at him in confusion, Dean begrudgingly elaborates, "I tried asking her for a favor while you were asleep, but she said that big of an ask would require a deal. You know I know better than that." (Now.)

Sam looks outrageously skeptical, and Dean feels offended. "Dean, people are reporting resurrections and olive trees sprouting full grown from rubble. Razor wire around global borders turning to wildflowers. Fields of grain in Ukraine. Cereal stalks cropping up in desolate Sudan farms, sprouted with grain and full heads of cooked kisra..." Sam keeps scrolling past miraculous headlines. "And these videos don't look like AI."

Dean bites his lip, wondering-- hoping-- that this will bring an end to the suffering, and not just be a bandaid before things continue going to shit. He focuses on the headlines and video titles quickly scrolling by, watching for anything about peace agreements or troops retreating. Screw free will, actually, just a little bit.

"D-Dean... do you think... Jack?"

Dean watches the weight of the world ease off Sammy's shoulders, infinitesimally, and doesn't resist the urge to wrap his arms around Sam, kissing his temple.

"Maybe, Sammy. Maybe."

[masoena]

Happy Wincest Wednesday - Have some puppy play 💖🤗

Good Pup

Kinktober 2024 - Day 18 - Prompt Filled: Pet Play

Fandom: SPN Pairing: Wincest Rating: Explicit Size: 1,165 words Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Link to fic: AO3 Uncensored explicit 🍑+🍆 art embedded in fic... enjoy!

Summary: It's Christmas morning in the bunker and the boys are doing a legit Christmas for, well, the second time thanks to Mrs. Butters efforts a while back. Sam nervously picks at the fluffy carpet they are sitting on by the fireplace as he waits for Dean to react to the last one of his gifts. His nerves were outrageously misplaced as Dean takes to the idea of puppy play with vigor.

[wincestwednesdays]

WINCEST WEDNESDAYS:

         — a weekly wincest fest running through the month of july 2024.

in 2023, these events prompted over 300 creations! it's been a year since the first event, and to celebrate our anniversary, we have another round ready for you 😊 the goal for this event is to be loud and proud about our favourite incestuous brothers.

event info —

there will be two prompts to choose from for each date, leaving you the choice of which to complete.

you are free to make as many fills as you want, so using both prompts is encouraged!

each set of prompts will be open to your interpretation– there are no wrong answers.

this event accepts any contribution, including gifsets, photo edits, video edits, fanmixes, fic, meta, rec lists adhering to your chosen prompt… anything you feel inspired to create.

no sign-ups necessary— just go ahead and post!

contributions must be new, meaning they were created for this event.

contributions will be reblogged every wednesday and thursday throughout july. late submissions are accepted and will be reblogged the following wednesday.

every post must mention us (@wincestwednesdays) and be tagged #wincest and #wincest wednesday.

anonymous submissions are accepted. see here for a how-to guide.

— and above all else, have fun! 🔪

[catnipster69]

Beyond Thunderdome

“I really think Beyond Thunderdome is underrated. Sure, everyone knows the Tina Turner song, but that’s not the best part.” Dean is lying on his bed with the magic fingers going.

Sam looks over from where he’s sitting at the desk with his laptop. “Oh? Is the best part how Mad Max is the selfless hero who saves everyone but gets left behind in the wasteland? How all the civilians get to live their lives, have families, and hope for the future, but Max is alone, forever wandering, waiting for some needy victim to come along so he can sacrifice himself all over again?”

Dean looks at Sam like he’s grown two heads. The only sound is the whir of the bed. Finally, Dean exclaims, “No! Jesus, Sam! Talk about ruining the mood.” As if in sympathy, the bed times out and stops vibrating with an ominous clunk.

Sam frowns. “Then, uh, what is the best part?” Sam only hears a mumble from Dean’s direction. “What did you say?”

Dean throws his arm over his eyes so he doesn’t have to look at Sam when he answers, “Max drives a cool car and wears a leather jacket…” He peeks from under his sleeve and checks that Sam isn’t laughing at him. Satisfied with Sam’s expression, he asks, “You got another quarter for the bed?”

Sam gets up and fishes a handful of quarters out of his duffel. “Scoot over, I want to see what the magic fingers are all about.”

Dean gives him a giant grin and slides to his left. At some point, they become too busy to feed the next quarter in.

For Wincest Wednesdays July 10, 2024, "Underrated" @wincestwednesdays

[onlyelaine]

xhalleonlatsyrc's Wyler/Weyler fic masterlist

After one year of writing for this ship, I'm finally doing up a masterlist. If you've read five, two, or even just one fic from me, know that I am beyond grateful! Here's also to continued Wyler brain rot in year 2024🥳

Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Heartbreak

🔴 Fear (3/3; Wednesday gets to know Tyler better while stuck in his house)

🔴 Closure (6/6; Wyler grappling with unresolved feelings for each other over the span of 15 years)

🔴 Our House (4/4; Wednesday helps Tyler seek refuge)

🔴 what makes the heart fonder (5/?; Long-distance college AU)

🔴 Hurt Me (Just A Little More) (with @wincestation) (1/1; A hurt and resentful Wednesday will stop at nothing to uncover what’s real.)

🟠 Come Inside of My Heart (1/1; Wednesday is content letting Valentine's Day pass her by, until she receives a gift.)

🟡 The Darkest Dark (1/1; Tyler and depersonalisation)

🟡 loml (1/1; Wednesday may think acronyms are silly, but one of them reminds her of Tyler.)

Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

🟡 First Kiss (1/1; The kiss in the Weathervane wasn't their first)

🟡 7 Minutes (1/1; The gang plays 7 minutes in heaven)

🟡 Label Woes (1/1; BF-GF labels)

🟡 Comfort Person (1/1; Wednesday wants to know why Tyler's avoiding her)

🟡 Kissing Booth (1/1; Wednesday mans the kissing booth at the school’s open house)

🟡 Mistletoe (1/1; Wednesday tries to survive working the Christmas Market at the mall)

Smut, Fluff

🔴 Dirty Thoughts (8/?; Tyler arrives early before a date. He fills his time with one or two dirty thoughts about Wednesday)

🔴 Mile High Club (1/1; Airplane sex)

🔴 Birthday Gift (1/1; Tyler celebrates Wednesday's birthday)

🔴 The Cure (1/1; When Wednesday gets injured, Tyler has the perfect cure)

🔴 Bloody Good Time (3/3; What Wednesday does for fun is slightly unconventional)

🔴 I'll Be Home (gift for @wincestation) (1/1; Tyler endures Christmas alone while Wednesday is away on tour.)

🔴 Grinning like a Devil (with @nonamemanga, gift for @persephoneed) (1/3; Wednesday makes a deal with demon Tyler.)

🔴 Obsessed (gift for @suchaladyy) (1/2; Joel Glicker reunites with Wednesday at Nevermore.)

🔴 Oh God, He Makes Me So Upset (1/1; Joel's obsession with Tyler reaches new heights.)

🔴 Love Deception (1/1; In order to save her Uncle Fester, Wednesday schemes by having Jericho’s golden boy, Tyler, seduce her aunt-to-be, Debbie.)

🟠 Hidden in Plain Sight (1/1; When Wednesday’s parents try to matchmake her, she agrees on the condition of material gains. But sometimes fate interferes - cue Tyler Galpin)

A little of everything

🟠 Till Death Do Us Part (12/12; Tyler lives with the Addams Family post-S1)

[spnrareships]

Dean Winchester Rare Ships Week

What is it?

A whole week to celebrate Dean Winchester and his rare ships in Supernatural. (Except, of course, Destiel and Wincest, which are not a rare ship unless you add a third to make a poly group.) Whether it is platonic, romantic, familial, or any other kind of relationship is up to you!

When is it?

January 21-27, 2024

What are the prompts?

Sunday, January 21 - Hotels and Motels There are a lot of scenes throughout the series that take place in hotels and motels. We know that some of those hotels and motels saw some action from some pairings. Fill us in on what happened behind closed doors!

Monday, January 22 - Omegaverse Alphas. Betas. Omegas. The Omegaverse is a complicated AU and everyone has their own way of presenting it. Let’s stick Dean into the Omegaverse and explore his relationships.

Tuesday, January 23 - Slash Ships Today’s the day for Dean to be with the fellas! Remember, any kind of relationship is allowed today, as long as it’s Dean with his boy toys.

Wednesday, January 24 - “The Early Years” Seasons 1-5 Many episodes in the first five seasons had romantic interests come and go. Let’s expand on some of those characters, shall we? (Lori, Madison, Sarah, Lilith, Meg, Lisa, Cassie, Anna, Layla, Carmen, omg there are so many!)

Thursday, January 25 - Het Ships Today’s the day for Dean to be with the ladies! Remember, any kind of relationship is allowed today, as long as it’s Dean with his gal pals.

Friday, January 26 - Missing Scene / Episode Tag Take this opportunity to fill in the empty spaces of episodes with your headcanons of what happened. Whether you have an idea of a scene in the middle of the episode or something that should have been added to the end, share with us your ideas! (Tag the episode number in your posts, too!)

Saturday, January 27 - Dealer’s Choice Today is all you, we can’t wait to see what you come up with!

How do I participate?

No sign ups are required! Just post any and all Dean Rare Ship content and be sure to include #deanrareshipweek2024 and tag us @spnrareships in your post. We will reblog everything we see, but if we haven’t reblogged your work within 24 hours please send us an ask.

Reminder: Please review our General Rules, which apply to all events we host. If you have any questions, feel free to send in an Ask!

[hellhoundsprey]

Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul? I know you will, I know you will, I know that you will.

[hellhoundsprey]

happy ww! what is your fem!sam boob headcanon?

[hellhoundsprey]

cause and effect

(happy ww!)

[hellhoundsprey]

"Yeah, we're doing fine... Any clue yet when you'll be back, or...?"

[hellhoundsprey]

alexa, play "she knows it"

happy (genderbent) wincest wednesday 🤎! I'm whipping up one fanart for every ww of 2024—if you have any wincest-related art prompts (sfw or nsfw), feel free to send them my way!

[hellhoundsprey]

initiation

(the natural progression of last week's ww)

[hellhoundsprey]

You will never understand Even when you hold my hand I just feel alone, feel alone I don't wanna talk about it I don't wanna think about it I just feel alone, feel alone Even when you're next to me It's not the way I'm picturing, no

happy wincest wednesday!! let's all be very normal about fem!dean today 🥰

[masoena]

Reblogging wincest fic every Wincest Wednesday.

Grab a box of tissues and come to space with me on this one.

KAZ 2Y5 Trading Vessel - Model 2.0

Kinktober 2024 - Day 20 Prompt Filled: Robophilia (Robot Kink)

Fandom: SPN Pairing: Wincest Size: 1,259 words Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Rating: Explicit Link to fic: AO3

Summary: Salvaged parts from derelict or abandoned vessels were Sam and Dean's bread and butter and allowed them to live a life that took them to reaches of space which many others would never have made it to in an entire lifetime. A good life, a business of their own to sustain them and a relationship between them that would have been frowned at, had they stayed on their home base but as of late Sammy needed more naps than usual.