#wincest wednesdays event

[hurricanejane]

some other town, someone else's life

Years later, after exams and papers, after monsters and deaths, he wouldn’t remember the name of the town or the motel they stayed in. He wouldn’t remember the exact dates they were there, but he knew it was the summer before Stanford. He wouldn’t remember the hunt that brought them or who they saved or didn’t save. He wouldn’t remember the state, just that it was a flyover and not the one they originated in. He wouldn’t remember the street names or the restaurants they ate in, but he would remember that county fair.

He would remember the burn of the whisky, swiped from a gas station near the fairgrounds. He would remember Dean’s eyes, his lashes catching the lights of the carnival rides. The sparkle in them as he looked at Sam, just a little too long. He would remember Dean puking into a bin after the Tilt-a-Whirl, and the smell of Dean’s sweaty armpit as he got his revenge for Sam’s laughter. He would remember Dean shooting back a beer and inhaling funnel cake to replace the taste in his mouth.

He would remember that the sourness lingered, when they stumbled, drunk, away from the fair, and kissed, finally, in a baseball dugout. He would remember hearing the shrieks of laughter and pop of fireworks as Dean slid his fly open and laid him down on the bench. He would remember the smell of onions and fresh cut grass and Dean’s aftershave. The taste of his skin. He would remember the look on Dean’s face when Sam sank to his knees, eager to return the favor.

He would remember the way his knees felt on the hard, dirty ground and the thickness of Dean’s thigh where Sam gripped it. He would remember Dean’s quiet noises of pleasure, the little huffs and his gut-wrenching moan. He would remember it, hand around himself in his dorm bed, holding onto that memory. He didn’t need to remember the name of the town, but he would always remember what it meant.

-for @wincestwednesdays event. Another fair ficlet because it really does make people feel some type of way. Title comes from Orville Peck's Dead of Night.

[bad-or-mad-or-wise]

(and wonder about the only soul who could tell which smiles i'm faking)

@wincestwednesdays week 1: performance

[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."

[jamevaa]

Week 3 : Hurt/Comfort

The first few mornings, Sam would wake up and Dean would already be up, sitting extremely still by the side of the window, wherever that was in their motel of the night. His purgatory weapon, rough hewn, savage, barbaric, everything Purgotary was more than Hell, would lie across his knees.

"Hey," Sam would greet, and he could see the humanity inch back into his brother, like he struggled to fit into the wrong skin suit. A roll of the shoulders, flexing of the hands. A twitch in the cheeks, and then he would stitch a normal expression back together and return a "Hey" that sounded almost perfectly normal.

The pantomime worked, mostly. But not for Sam. Dean was very good at it, during the day. As soon as night fell, that colors bled out and the world became quiet, dark shades of grey, his eyes reclaimed a wild shine, simple in its drive. Predator or prey. Survival. 

Dean didn't sleep. Couldn't sleep, probably. His face grew sunken and sallow, cracks appeared in the human mask. They bled smoke and ash and normal people began to notice, edging away from Dean in the stores and diners, primal instincts recognizing something they could no longer define. 

Sam wasn't sure what to do. Wasn't sure if he could do anything. Dean had been tactile, at night, in private. He’d sit close enough to knock knees and elbows, would lean on Sam’s shoulder to look at the laptop, would try to burrow through his little brother's ribs like it was the only thing giving him the strength to wake up the following morning. 

Not so, anymore. Trust was buried in the grave between them and Dean stood resolutely on the opposite side. 

The only time Sam approached Dean, the moment he stepped beyond that invisible boundary, Dean squared up and lowered his brow on eyes wide and blown. Sam walked by to the mini fridge as if that had been his plan all along and didn't try again.

Sam didn't know what gave him the idea that night. Perhaps it was the war movie rolling in the background. When midnight came and went, Sam stood up and grabbed one of their knives, a long, curved blade. He placed a chair by the edge of the window where he could observe unseen and sat with the knife across his lap.

"I've got it tonight," he said. "Sleep."

Dean took a moment, sitting silent and still. Sam could feel him thinking, deciding if he could trust. Finally, slowly, he shut off the TV and settled down. After a short time he rose angrily, startling Sam, and got off the bed to sleep on the floor. No pillows, no covers, fully dressed. His back to the wall, his weapon in hand.

Sam wanted to scream, wanted to grab his brother and hold onto him until he stopped fighting, but he said nothing and looked out the window. At least Dean slept. 

[midnightsilver]

continuing through the month - a Wincest based prompt event for multimedia sam and Dean works (may include gencest, queer platonic, weirdcest or wincest.) late submission for week 1 accepted. Week 2 is in progress.

thank you to all of our creators for week one! while you browse their beautiful creations, get ready to begin week two with us 💗

creations for week two are due july 17th.

your prompts for this week are:

isolation— isolated from society? isolated from each other? isolated in an abandoned canadian shack? the choice is yours...

creative solutions— whether in the bedroom or on a hunt, we know sam and dean are regular macgyvers. how will you demonstrate this? we look forward to finding out!

your posts that follow our guidelines will be reblogged throughout wednesday and thursday. if you get your submission in after thursday, we'll reblog it next week. merry brotherfucking (or brotherpining, if that's more your speed).

[incesthemes]

Wincest Wednesday Asks

i started compiling this list for myself as a reference, but since @stanfordsweater is making a whole event of it, i thought i could share it! please feel free to add on with other questions you can come up with!!!

favorite season?

favorite episode?

favorite era of the show? (kripke, gamble, carver, dabb)

any specific headcanons for [X] thing in canon?

YOUR pick for the Most Incestuous Episode Award?

what's one way you think dean died in mystery spot that wasn't shown?

do you have a preference between wincest, weirdcest, or gencest?

favorite au/trope/setting for wincest?

who kissed who first? alternatively: who made the first move?

when would they finally hook up? (specific season/episode? pre-series? post-canon?)

would sam or dean be more likely to get pregnant, and when is the best season for him to get pregnant?

weirdest place they've fucked?

stupidest place they've fucked?

"john finds out" OR "john has always known/encourages them"

how does john react to their relationship? (alternatively: how does mary react to their relationship?)

do you include any other characters in your wincest? (wincestiel, samdeanjack, the whole dang winchester family, etc)

how do you see their soulmate relationship? any headcanons?

sam and dean's favorite books? (stealing from @according2thelore)

sam and dean's favorite movies?

if they had a movie night, what film would they watch and what snacks would they make/buy? (bonus: pre-bunker or bunker era or both)

[schizosamwincester]

Happy wincest Wednesday! Do you prefer romance in your wincest or is it something else entirely? I’ve recently gotten really interested in aromantic Dean Winchester.

-@schizo-sam-winchester

Okay I assume you're sending the same question to everyone because if you don't already know that I am a big fan of aro Dean then I am not talking about it enough and I need to fix that.

I am aromantic and allosexual. I know what an aromantic allosexual looks like. An aroallo person looks like Dean Winchester. I mean not exclusively, obviously, some people who are alloaro actually do care about things that aren't sex (not me, but some) and some even have low libidos or don't like people or whatever and don't have sex at all, but like. I am alloaro and I know my people and my people is Dean Winchester.

Dean Winchester has no clue that romantic attraction is even real. Dean died thinking that romance is just when you have a friend who you also have sex with. And you know what's better than a friend? A brother. And you know who he also has sex with? His brother. So if you ask him, yeah, sure, he and Sam are dating or an item or whatever. They're a couple. They're romantic. Of course they are. They love each other, and they are together all the time, and they live together, and they have sex. Those are the requirements.

Sam, having been in actual romantic relationships, obviously knows better. He also knows Dean well enough to know that he does not do that and is simply incapable of thinking that way. In the event that he comes across aromanticism in his travels online and it isn't framed as just an offshoot of asexuality, he's going to immediately go "oh there's a word for that! Good. Good to know there are other people like Dean." He absolutely would not tell Dean about this, though. Dean barely admits to being bi. He's not going to want Sam to give him a whole other word.

(If the source in question did treat aromanticism as just being for asexuals, though? Well Sam knows damn well how his brother feels about sex, and how sexually attractive Dean finds him in particular. And queer labels and all that are decidedly not his area of interest, so if a thing says it's only for aces, he's not going to question that. The prospect of it applying to Dean just won't occur to him at all)

I do think Sam has romantic feelings for Dean, although I imagine they're a little different than what he'd feel for a partner who felt romantically back just because that lack of reciprocation does make the whole thing different. Still, I don't think they're unromantic per se? I think it's complicated. Dean is definitely aro, but I do think there are some elements of romance there. And I think Sam is down bad for Dean in every way, romantic and sexual.

But yeah, for me Dean being aro is a fundamental fact. I will occasionally bend that for my interpretations of Deanjohn, because there I can definitely see some elements of pining and that's fun, but I don't get that from wincest. Sam has always been there. He is part of Dean. How can Dean be romantically attracted to the other half of his own soul?

If I saw wincest as traditionally romantic, I would not give a shit about it. I wouldn't be here. I simply do not care about romance. There's a reason I don't ship destiel, and it's not because there's nothing there. It's objectively a very good set up for a ship. It's just that what's there is the potential for very good romance, and the second things get romantic my brain turns off.

Wincest is pure electric sexual attraction and tension, and sex? Yeah I understand sex. I like sex. My brain is about 90% sex at any given moment. I'm kind of impressed that I have so many ace friends, actually, given the amount I'm incapable of shutting up about sex.

... Like I said. I know Dean Winchester is aro because his view of sex and romance is pretty much identical to mine.

(To be fair, it is very helpful that I think all this because I am almost incapable of writing romance even if I do see things as romantic. It turns out that doesn't actually matter. If you write sexual feelings and just make the context romantic and don't say it's a purely sexual relationship, people will see the romance there anyway. You don't have to actually understand romantic feelings and how to write them. People will just project them in. Which definitely says some things about amatonormativity that aren't great, but hey, it's convenient for me.)

[holyfreaks]

happy wincest wednesday! my question for this week's round table (lol) is: what's your ideal for sam and dean's "apple pie" life? would they settle down and retire with each other, or would they keep hunting? who does the cooking, who does the cleaning (do they even know how to clean?), do they hide the fact that they're brothers or are they the freaky incest bros down the street? do they have kids (mpreg or adoption)? pets? i'm curious about any and all ideas you have :) (@incesthemes)

AHHH I love this question <3 domestic wincest my beloved <33

for me, it's them living in a house by a lake. still hunting but no longer world-ending events or apocalypses, more like salt and burns and rogue werewolves and vamps. they also are still heavily involved with other hunters, help them out with research and cases and whatnot. they live out pretty much in the middle of nowhere and they don't hide the fact that they're brothers. hunters spread the rumors like wildfire, only getting glimpses into their lives, but only a few know the truth.

they split the chores fairly evenly. they've lived together their entire lives pretty much and things run smoothly (for the most part. they're still family so they still get into arguments here and there)

I think they get a dog and then the cat distribution system picks them when a stray wanders onto the property but dean learns to live with the allergies. they have a spare bedroom for friends and family to stay in when they visit.

I don't think they would have kids. I think they feel fulfilled enough with each other.

I could probably go on I love this idea but I'll leave it at this for now <3 thanks for the ask!!

[naturenaruto]

happy wincest wednesday!!

my question for this week: what would a typical "date night" look like for the brothers?

(╯✧▽✧)╯ i think a typical night after theyve been tg awhile would be like rather than a big event or something special would probly just be like....the more crazy their lives got the more basicregular things appealed to them? like at first they might have to just be going through the motions like bowling movies drive ins etc but i think after its not awkward anymore theyd enjoy how like, kitschy it would be like haha what if a werewolf just showed up at this drive in wouldnt that be funny sam heh, and sam would rolls his eyes and give a look but theyd probly enjoy how ironic things felt at that point like hey its all weird anyways might as well, so idk i like the idea of them doing super cliche dates but they make jokes about everyone being slaughtered and noone knows theyre related jcjsjdjdkdfjcjks i think itd be ahh at first then maybe theyd think it was funny

[spnfanficpond]

Weekly Pond Newsletter

Monday is President's Day in the US, which means if you work in parts of the government or banking system you might have the day off work. If you're in retail, you're probably working a sale. Sorry about that. In honor of the day, though, let us know about fics set in the White House! Reblog or reply with a link to your favorite Presidential fics!!

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Fishing For Treasures - This weekend is FFT weekend here at the Pond, and this month's theme is SMUT!! Since we got almost 250 links sent to us, and we can only queue 50/day, this weekend will end sometime on Wednesday. Enjoy!! 🤣

#TweetFicTues prompts - Since we missed the last two weeks, we've got three sets of prompts for you!

New Business:

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SPN Rewatch: Fanfic Edition - Next weekend we are having another chat in our series rewatch, and we'll be discussing 1.19 Provenance and 1.20 Dead Man's Blood. Sam kisses a girl! John returns! Vampires exist! So much to talk about!!

Writing Sprints - Our sprint room is open all the time to anyone who wants to sprint, but next weekend you can win prizes for sprinting! Since a few have asked, writing sprints are where we set a timer, for usually 15-20 minutes but that is up to those sprinting, and you just write. You compete to see who can write the most words. They don't have to be polished words, just words on the page/screen. Some of our members use it kind of like ADHD body-doubling, even if there's no one else around to sprint with them! Competitive sprints mean you get to win prizes, too! If you have any questions about sprints, feel free to ask.

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[writerrose1998]

Tag Game

Thank you for tagging me @thelovelybookworm and @ablatheringblatherskite!

I know you are supposed to share the last bit you've written but that contains just too many spoilers. So, instead I'll share the first few lines of a story that I'll post hopefully this weekend but certainly before next Wednesday.

It's for the Wyler Spring Event. As those reading a Woeful Repast might know, I've been working on the origin story of my Hannibal nbc inspired Tyler.

Here's how the story will begin:

His mother's voice trembled as she quietly sang the nursery rhyme, her hand shaking when she gently swept the messy curls from his eyes. It was cold, dark and his tummy grumbled.  It wasn't fair.  This was supposed to be their holiday. 

I'm going to tag: @nonamemanga @ourdramaqueen @cosmic-lullaby @nouklea @therulerofallpotatos @persephoneed @suchaladyy @leavesdriftinginthewind @wincestation @thetornadodream @beri-allen

[hurricanejane]

human wreckage

Under a cut because I became a bloodfreak for this week's @wincestwednesdays and also I couldn't wait.

Theme: Favorite episode, Theme: Blood

CW: for blood consumption (to be safe), purging, choking

Title: Human Wreckage (from MCR's song Blood)

Sam hit a breaking point in those six months. He’d been crazed and sick and obsessed, but he’d stopped crying. He didn’t need to cry. Dean would be back soon. Sam would find the trickster and get Dean back. He would be back. He was already there. He was there in the car. Sam couldn’t listen to the tapes, but he tried the radio and bit his lips to shreds. Dean was in every song. He drove in silence.

Dean was in the food Sam ordered for him. Every meal. More often than not, after tipping it into the trash can, he went to the toilet and purged his own meal. But he didn’t cry. He didn’t need to. Dean was there. He was in the Samulet. Sometimes Sam would put it on and choke himself with it, imagining it was Dean’s hands, punishing him. Sam couldn’t save Dean. But he would. Sam would get Dean back and let him punish Sam all he wanted. He didn’t have that now, so he punished himself. But Dean was there.

He was there in his clothes. Sometimes Sam would lay his clothes out on the other side of the bed. He would shove his face into the pits of Dean’s shirts, the only place where his smell still lingered after so many months. He chased the smell. The taste. He took Dean’s crusty, bloody shirts and sucked, hard, and he knew it was sick and unhealthy, but he needed to keep Dean alive. In his guts, in his veins, Dean was there. He could keep him there, get him there, get him back, if he tried hard enough, hurt hard enough, sucked hard enough. Dean would be back. He didn’t need to cry. Not when Dean would be back soon. Not when he was already there.

[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!

[stanfordsweater]

okay so basically someone i was close to and grew up with died on wednesday aaaaand idk what to say about it but for obvious reasons i’m not feeling very creatively Able at the moment so i will probably not be making anything for the wincest wednesdays event and i’m just posting this because i feel like a hypocrite for hosting and not contributing. but. rest assured i believe all of you can create beautiful things and more than make up for my relative absence <3 hug the people you love close to you. dude never got to see my new place or meet my dog because i’ve been “too busy” all the time and that’s such a fucking shame

[callmetippytumbles]

LAST SENTENCE TAG WAR

So between my last tag war post and this one I was tagged by: @therulerofallpotatos @cosmic-lullaby @gardenoblues @chaoticstupiddm @badmoonbatflowers

DA RULES: In a new post show the last line you wrote tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

So here is the deal this time. I could just post my last sentence but I am just going to take the time to post a snippet of the fic here instead.

You’re welcome. (Or I am sorry, depending on how you feel. )

I figured I would post the snippet so that I can get some friendly peer pressure to finish the edits on the fic so I can post by the end of the week.

Tags and snippet under the cut.

The way the normally perky teen lashed out after the events at Gates’ mansion shocked her.

“You will use anyone to get what you want even if it puts them in danger.” Enid scolded. “Did you really need me and Tyler to be there while you got felt up by a freaking monster?”

“It did not feel me up.”

“If it didn’t get distracted by Tyler—who was trying to save your reckless ass—it might have. That thing scented you! And you liked it!”

“Enid—”

“I know what I saw, Wednesday,” Enid asserts. “I am a werewolf! I know what scenting looks like. That thing wants you and the monster and this case are all you can talk about. We could have died tonight because of your stupid obsession!”

“But we didn’t. In fact we are so close to solving this case. I can taste it.”

“And it probably tastes like monster jizz. I stuck up for you, I put myself out there for you, considered your feelings—”

“You didn’t have to do that—”

[From the loosely titled Ritual fic (still no title, still do not ask) based on a prompt from the @wylerserver18official server on Discord.]

So I am tagging the people below:

@therulerofallpotatos @suchaladyy @wincestation @cosmic-lullaby @nouklea @broken-everlark @wednesdaysviolet @penelopwgarcia @badmoodbatflowers @pororoh @realmermaid333 @gardenoblues @natliecole @dandelionlovesyou @fandom-geek17 @the-strangest-person @chaoticstupiddm

[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! 🔪