dean killing sam, due to some uncontrollable urge, some mark of cain effect. he cut out sam’s heart, and maybe he did it out of rage but maybe he did it to keep sam safe. to keep sam safe from him, to keep sam safe from everyone, an actual nightmare of dean losing control and killing his brother because he had to keep him safe and when he killed him he held him, he cradled him in his arms and kissed his forehead, and he cried but then he became stone and he was gone like a switch had flipped in his brain and hE HAD NOTHING ANYMORE. NOTHING LEFT TO KEEP HIM HUMAN
The brothers are back in Smith & Wesson land, working at Sandover Iron Works once again. But this time Dean Smith knows he’s really Dean Winchester, unfortunately the only thing Sam Wesson knows is that he’s really into Dean Smith. Read the story HERE
This is my entry for wincest reverse bang 2018, picked by smalltrolven who made a fabulous fic.
“After returning from a hunt the Winchesters head to the cave to relax and eat a ton of Easter chocolate. Dean is hoping to put something else in his mouth other than candy.” Practice Makes Perfect by KissingWinchesters
Their injuries are superficial, Dean will need a couple stitches. Sam argued the whole trip back home about stupid big brothers who cannot follow simple commands and stay safe, also they didn’t even make it inside the bunker. Dean thinks is an improvement because they at least got out of the car, this time.
Happy birthday Jacqui! Hope you enjoy this boys tribute. Uncensored version of this work on my patreon as per usual and LJ
“Shhh, Sammy. Don’t ruin the moment.” Dean looped his arms around Sam’s neck as their bodies started moving in unison, slotting together like they danced this way every day.
“Sam hates Valentine’s Day. When you’re in love with your brother, it kinda sucks.” Based on “It’s Happening Today, Valentine, Valentine” by kissingwinchesters [valentine’s day, case fic, mutual pining, first time together]
Is my boy Dean birthday and my present for him this year is his two favorite things. (yeah I know promises about Sam in lingerie were made last night here, I owe you)
In the doorways, below light fixtures, over the men of letters desk, in the kitchen. Hell, Sam’s sure he even saw some dangling from the wing mirror in the Impala.
Dean has literally decked the halls.
“Where did you even get this much mistletoe on Christmas Eve?” Sam asks, trying and failing not to stare at Dean’s ass. Dean is halfway up a ladder and it’s right there at eye level, curved and perky even at his age, so it’s not exactly Sam’s fault. “And what’s with the hat?”
“So many questions,” Dean sighs, the bell in his Santa hat jingling. “Pass me the pins.”
Sam does, and Dean attaches another bunch of mistletoe to yet another doorway.
“I read somewhere once that mistletoe is good at warding off spirits. They’re rife at this time of year, Sammy. It’s good. It’s for protection.”
“Right,” Sam replies. “It’s funny, I’ve never heard that before.”…
