#weecest
Sam: motivate me to do homework
Dean: do all your homework and I’ll have sex with you
—-hello! Just posting part of a Fanfiction I am working on! It is weecest! Nothing special. Sam trying to figure out his emotions. I’m not quite sure what I’m doing with it, I maaaay scrap the idea.
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Sixteen year old Sam Winchester drug his feet along the beaten pathway back towards the motel; prom night that’s what it was. Not for him, it was the one night of the year where the town lit to life. Why wouldn’t they had left town before this? Why couldn’t they had dipped and followed that lead on the werewolf? Dad would happily had done that, if he had been able to kill the rugaru earlier. Dumb people and their slip up made the brothers stay their longer – forcing them into sticking at this school.
His fingers twisted the knob of the motel room, pushing the door open just as soft giggling was heard on the others side. Alright. He knew that noise; he knew the soft grunt as well – as a frown appeared upon his lips he stepped back, gently latching the door once again. Prom just meant teenagers would be sleeping around; Dean would or did bring back someone. Disgusting. ‘Why couldn’t it had been me in there?’ A dirty but innocent thought at the time occurred, he sooo badly wanted to be that moaning whimpering mess of a female. He wanted to feel Dean’s fingers brushing through his hair, tugging the locks. He wanted Dean to bruise him. Break him.
As long as it was Dean.
Just big brother Dean.
No one else.
A simple concept; the boys made a deal with one another whoever is to blush first loses AND has to do whatever the other says. Needless to say Sam isn’t doing too well for himself.
Grinning ear from ear Dean Winchester couldn’t wipe the amusement from his emerald gaze; cocking his head to the size. “Ooooh! Sammy…I think we’ve got a winner!” The hollering and celebration leaving those cocky lips only resulted in a huff from Sam.
“Shut up.”
Dean licked his lips leaning in; the grin only widening on that chiseled face of his. “What was that, Sammy?”
“Shut up.”
❦ A very de-aged Dean Winchester is found back at the bunker by none other than his brother — who has many questions for the male. Like what the hell was going on?
‘I-I-I don’t know! I don’t know!’ Of course it had been Dean’s first response to what had happened, who would’ve known they couldn’t have had one day off?
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The Winchesters were never a happy go family, a family that said ‘I love you’ to one another. No, they were a family built upon fighting and surviving the unsurvivable. Let it be heaven or hell they would turn head over heels to find one another:
“Bitch,” came the soft sneer, a playful smile pulling the elder Winchester’s lips – dark gaze locking with his brother’s.
Letting out a breathy exhale Sam rolled his shoulders, dimples showing as he acted as if it were a chore. As if this were some joking thing Dean and him did – no, this was THEIR thing. “Jerk.”
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“You said it hurt when you pushed, Sam. I-I don’t think that’s normal,” Castiel’s stone face full of concern staring upon the young male, blue eyes scanning Sam’s face. “I heard you and Dean last night. Was I wrong?”
Sam froze up feeling his shoulders grow tense, “L-Last night?” He stammered, psychically feeling the color flood his cheeks. Embarrassment written upon his features—Dean most certainly looking unamused. Though the angel didn’t understand it; not fully. Clearing his throat Sam found the effort to speak, “Y-Yeah. I’ll…I’ll get it checked out right away. Thanks, Cas.”
Tossing the impala into gear Dean let out a loud huff—as if the arch in his eyebrows wouldn’t give it away he wasn’t in his happy go lucky mood. Nope. Not even close; to think he believed himself to be the best prankster—and to have his little brother prove him wrong. Was he unamused? Yes. Proud? Ehh…jealous more so, Sam did learn from the best. After allowing the young male to bask in his glory Dean’s eyes flickered from the road to Sam’s form, “You finished? Or..do I need to remind you who was stuck with the itching powder while talking to law enforcement?”
With that comment Sam’s jaw wired shut; turning his head to look out the window. Did Sam really win this round?
“Bite me,” Came a sneer from the younger Winchester; lips pulling back showing his teeth; Dean merely grinned in response. So what he messed with Sam’s coffee?
Leaning back in this ‘excuse for a dining chair’ his brows raised; lips perked into a cocky smirk. One Sam knew all too well at this point in his life. “Tell me where, baby boy?”
A sight many monsters would love to see in their lives was happening right before this demon; Sam Winchester broken and utterly ready to give anything. Anything for his brother; as Dean would do the same for him. Their relationship at this point had become highly unhealthy, a relationship that couldn’t be fixed, couldn’t be changed. Nothing but the elder and thoughts of murder swirled around in that thick skull of his. No demon could change that; none could change his desire—or his need for the elder.
Sam Winchester had killed his big brother; now sitting on his knees before a crossroads demon. Desperation radiating off of the young male like cologne; he fucked up, fucked up big time. Sliding his slender fingers into the dirt road below, he curled them in. Grabbing handfuls or the dirt road, inhaling sharply before letting out a sob that shook his shoulders. “B-Bring him back….bring him back...” He croaked out tilting his head back, hazel eyes filled with tears.
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How often do you think Sam has looked up from his map and seen Dean just staring at him? How often do you think Dean’s just sat there and watched his baby brother bite his lip; or talk away on the phone. All while watching those pretty pink lips.
Those pretty pink lips he couldn’t wait to claim as his.
EDIT TYPE ; Scrap Writing ( from a Roleplay! )
WINCEST - NSFW - BOTTOM!SAM
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Hazel eyes locked onto Dean’s emerald gaze; Sam had to admit Dean was a damn Cheshire Cat when it came to words as well. Anything that fell off that perfect tongue of Dean’s just sent shivers through Sammy’s body. More specifically his groin. Were Winchesters just blessed with dirty talk? Dirty talk and blessed below the belt it seemed. God it felt so good to come, the young male continued to rock his hips riding out this pleasure. Thinking he’d just grind back into Dean, but that option came crashing down like an abandoned building. Brushing his white knuckles against Dean’s swollen lips Sam cocked his head to the side; a big ole grin plastering itself on his face.
“I could ride you all day, cowboy always has his favorite horse. Too bad mines already broken in,” just like his big brother; Sam had no way of stopping these remarks; it was as if they came naturally.
It almost made him chuckle; now he was the one with the references. Too bad it was a country song and Dean didn’t listen to country. Sam rather enjoyed country music; depending on the song and what mood he was in. Though he never got to play any around the impala—Dean would lose his shit if Sam played that within that confined vehicle. It would ‘poison’ her as Dean puts it.
As if to prove a point Sam pushed his hips down, easing himself down Dean’s member. His body squeezing the thick male within these slow movements; which were very unlike how Sam was earlier. Teasing, it had to be because Sam enjoyed teasing his big brother. As he was the one in charge and could go at any pace he liked. “Gonna ride you nice and slow, Dean. Like a slow happy trail ride.” He traced small circles in Dean’s stomach, working his hips down until Dean had been buried deep inside him.
“Mmm I could still walk last time, cowboy.”
Lights went off in his head thinking of how he could tease Dean; faintly he did remember Dean said something about making sure Sam couldn’t walk. Well, clearly he was walking, maybe not straight but still he was able to get around. A smirk played his lips, “I-I guess this cowboy isn’t good enough for such a role. Shame…” Sam’s hips came to a stop, though one hand removed itself from Dean’s shoulder, moving to wrap around his own aching member. “To think I thought you’d make a good cowboy. Guess I’ll just do it myself.”
// just some dirty writing for y’all //
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.
Bro at least Sam and Dean ain’t gotta worry about choking each other to death since they’re already dead.
All the kinky sex without the worry.
- Sam giving head to Dean while he’s driving baby.
-Dean finding the most beautiful spot to pull over and just bang Sam into the hood of the impala.
-Dean finding a use for those handcuffs in the trunk of the impala
Them just being together!
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)!
Are we gonna talk abour how good Jensen looks here?
To think we no longer get to see the angry Dean face.
I’m not sure what this is about but have this edit. Was going to scrap it but may as well post it. Someone may like it.
Dean : *taking care of Sam*
Me : *screaming *
Sammy That’s sooo saaad (╥╯﹏╰╥)
