I love this so much!! I asked @miawinchester to do this for me and WOW, she definitely delivered!!
I love the song, I Was Here, by Beyoncé, it reminds me of my mom. The song combined with the amazing footage Eloisa put together, well I’ll just say that I might have cried quite a lot the first 15 times I watched it. It’s amazing, beautiful, and sure to cause a few tears.
WATCH THIS !!!
❤️
Thanks again Eloisa, @miawinchester I love it so so much!
XOXO, Liz
I second that!
WATCH THIS!
This is masterfully done! It’s beautiful and sad and touching and heartbreaking and hopeful.
I think what makes the Epic Love Story of Sam and Dean so Epic is that their love is so very, very *messy*. They’re both selfish and self-sacrificing, both want to keep their brother safe at all costs, but also want to punch their brother in the face for not just GETTING it. They grew up jammed into a box smaller than the average bathroom, so physically close they probably noticed each other’s acne before the other one did. And yet they were distant in the beginning of season 1 for a lot of reasons. It takes them 15 years of being full blown adults to understand each other and how they think differently.
Time and time again they hurt each other with the good intentions of saving each other. Physically, mentally, emotionally. Dean is overbearing and Sam is aloof until he’s needy- and Dean is needy until the better tactic is pulling away, and Sam reverses that. They know each other’s buttons like they made them.
But at the end of the day they always come back to each other. There is no other person that understands. There is no other person that can be trusted. There are times where it is so visible that they hate who their brother has become, but they still love him without question.
Sam didn’t hesitate to let an innocent person die to revive Dean- the first revival- and Dean was ready to hide a murder they both thought Sam had committed. This is early seasons, way before the actual Big Shit went down.
Love is not pretty all the time. Love leads to some of the most heinous actions and the most benevolent. Sam and Dean love each other so much that both of them are ready to burn the world- their bodies, their souls, literal Heaven and Hell, which has an impact on every living soul past and present- for each other. Before promptly kneeing the other one in the dick and running away laughing.
It’s messy and it’s sometimes silly and sometimes painful, but it’s always there as the compass. And isn’t that true love?
Hello Bro Boners! Mods are delighted to say that at the time of writing we have 215prompts on our AO3 collection, 85unposted claims and 16posted fanworks! And we’ve only been boning for a week! It’s a pace of activity that even Sam and Dean might envy (especially now they are a little older and creakier, sorry lads, yes Dean we know you’ll be good to go again shortly). Thank you to everybody who has prompted, posted, claimed, signal boosted, or otherwise encouraged our smutty shenanigans. We love ya!
Once we hit 20 posted works we’ll start a handy Tumblr masterlist but in the interim, mods felt obliged to give a shoutout to some of the weird and wonderful places in which Sam and Dean haven’t yet had the opportunity to bang (i.e. some so-far-unclaimed prompts), just in case they should take the fancy of an idly browsing brother boning buff. Consider! How might Sam and Dean bone…
on a jungle gym
at a spa
in Lizzie Borden’s bedroom
in Doc Benton’s basement
in a walk-in freezer
in Bobby’s panic room
in a haunted corn maze
in outer space
in the belly of a whale
in the cabin from Red Meat
at the finish line of a 5k
in a church confessional
on their parents’ graves
on a waterbed
on TV
in the ball pit at Plucky’s
… or anywhere else you can possibly imagine?
They’ve had difficult lives, they’ve saved the world, the least we can do is give them the opportunity to play hide the sausage in some scenic locales. Are we right or are we right??
Anyway if you haven’t yet dipped your toes into the Bro Bone Bang swimming pool (yes, in a swimming pool is obviously another prompt) then peep our rules,check our faq,browse our replies tag for additional answers to participant questions, and then twang yourself over to our AO3 with the enthusiastic speed of a pair of Winchester underpants hitting the floor of the Harvelle’s Roadhouse storage closet.
Tags/warning: Established Relationship, First Time in a Long Time, Post-Episode: s13e10 Wayward Sisters, The Bad Place, Unresolved Purgatory Issues, the practicalities of digesting a lizard, thigh fucking,Intercrural Sex
Wordcount: ~4.1k
Notes: Big thanks to @gracerene for the beta and encouragement. Filling a twofer of The Bad Place fucking for @brobonebang and my blank @spnkinkbingo square with thighfucking x
Summary: There’s one place Dean’s been before that was like this, and that he seemed to take to like a fish to water. Or told Sam that he had, and not…in kindness. Purgatory. The memory sits heavy in Sam’s stomach like digestive stones, grinding him up.
Twenty fabulous fics full of filial fumbling later, the Bro Bone Bang is happy to kick off its Tumblr masterlist with this entertainingly varied list of locations in which Sam and Dean have been getting sweaty over the last 10 days. As always on AO3 we recommend that you heed the tags in order to ensure that whichever item of incestuous intercourse you select is perfectly tailored to your particular taste; with that said, BONE APPETIT!
Technically this is a day late, but I only saw the notification this morning. I was tagged by @mvdeanwhere to post a snippet from a current WIP, so here’s a portion of the first chapter from the S4 D/s Wincest fic I’m working on:
When I finally reached the front door, I peered into the atrium while my hand was getting stamped and noticed Dean coming out of the changing room and heading toward the coat check. I quickly ducked into the shadow of a support column and gaped at his outfit: black motorcycle boots, snug black leather pants hugging his bowed legs and curved ass, black and green leather chest harness framing his lean torso, matching bracers decorating his muscular forearms, and smudged kohl highlighting his verdant eyes. I suddenly needed to revise my earlier assumptions—his presence here clearly wasn’t a mistake, nor apparently was this his first time visiting an establishment like this.
I remained hidden behind the column as he walked past on his way into the main room and then took off my shirt. This place didn’t have as strict of a dress code as some of the fetish clubs I’d visited before, but wearing street clothes would likely still attract the wrong kind of attention. Fortunately the black jeans I was wearing shouldn’t look too out of place, though there wasn’t much else I could do about the rest of my appearance. Both the girl at the coat check counter and the monitor at the door to the club proper gave my casual attire a bit of the hairy eyeball, but I moved with the confidence of someone who had every right to be there, so they let me pass.
Inside was what I’d expected from similar encounters. Most of the central open space was taken up by the dance floor, where guests clad in fantastical, revealing costumes gyrated to the pounding music and exotically dressed performers atop pedestals or suspended in cages twisted through graceful routines. A long bar filled one wall and was doing brisk business supplying a variety of cocktails. Booths with leather seats took up two other walls to allow people to watch, socialize, or make out. An area near the back was reserved for tamer scenes fit for public view, while doors behind it no doubt led to private rooms for more intense or intimate play.
After a couple minutes of looking around, I noticed my brother leaning against a corner of the bar with what I guessed to be a Long Island Iced Tea in his hand. He tossed his drink back, set the glass down, and moved onto the dance floor, where he was almost instantly surrounded by suitors. He danced with several of them for about ten minutes, and I gritted my teeth as these strange men ground against him and put their hands all over him. The alcohol had made him loose-limbed, but I could tell he was nervous by his self-conscious smile and how his hands clenched at their groping. He slowly started to relax and eventually nodded to one, a muscular dark-haired guy almost as tall as me swathed in close-fitting leather from the neck down, who took his hand and led him through one of those back doors—and whom I instantly hated.
I’ve got ~13 chapters written so far and should have only a few left to go, so I hope to be able to start posting this on AO3 fairly soon. In the meantime, please feel free to check out my other works if you’re interested.
