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Wonder how many times Sam has walked into the Deancave to Dean jamming out to AC/DC, and he just stands there like

“This is who’s saved the world?”

This man was his world, and made him who he was today.

And he just smiles because he’d never have it any other way.

I wonder how many times on a hunt Dean Winchester has just been heard from a room over or upstairs from Sam saying in a disgusted voice, “What the fuck?” And Sam just making a bitch face.

Hello everyone!

I was posting to ask a simple favor of any wincest shipper. Lately I have been in the writing mood, and have been dealing with the finale, thus I wanted to write some one shots of wincest.

I am open to any and all ideas:

Any kinks

Younger Winchester or Older Winchesters

Gore / bloody themes

NSFW + more

Please inbox me any ideas you may have, and I’ll even post the short with your idea (it can be anonymous)!

Just thinking about how Sam and Dean are in heaven together, thinking about all the happy road trips they’re going to have. The prank wars, them pulling the impala off the side of the road to have a drink.

Dean smiling, a real smile, enjoying his weightless shoulders. Knowing damn well he’s earned it and he isn’t there alone.

Sam’s at his side forever and always.

No more hiding

No more looking over their shoulders

No more being hunted down

Just peace


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I see you all do enjoy these edits! I love making them.

I keep making these wincest edits on my phone, but also for my roleplay profile on Instagram if anyone is interested. My username on there is Deanssoulmate ❤️


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“Sammy?” Silence fell between the three in the room, moments before everything had been cheery. Everything had been ‘normal’ or what could be classified as normal. Sam Winchester was no more. Castiel could see as such, his soul had been twisted and stretched until what was left was broken down—turned. “We…We..” The eldest Winchester stepped closer, a hand outstretched, “We can…” ⠀

“Dean, don’t,” Castiel spoke up, grabbing ahold of Dean’s shoulder, shaking his head in disapproval. “It isn’t Sam.” ⠀

A smile cracked on Sam’s face looking down to his feet, shaking his head in amusement. “You’re wrong, Castiel. I’m still Sam. Just the newer better version. The stronger version. And I’d appreciate if you two were to stay out of my way, got that?”


Sammy…don’t do this,” The eldest Winchester gripped his handgun tight, “Don’t make me do this.”

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