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loversofthegrave · 2 months

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pre-series sammycore

#i had this in the drafts i might as well post it #sam winchester #sammy #sammycore #spn #supernatural #pre series sam

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completelymindfucked · 2 months

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#samdean #dean winchester #sam winchester #wincest moodboard #wincest #wincest edit #deansam #Pre-Stanford Sam Winchester #Pre-Series wincest

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tsukiyo-7 · 2 months

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Yes, I will stay here for awhile For I need a break A break from the pressures of life And everything that lays in the palms of life's hands

He may have hit his grow spurt but he's still Dean's baby.

#I'm practicing drawing their yourger selves #my first weecesters drawing was hideous let's face it #kids and teens are hard to draw :c #wincest #gencest #weecest #samdean #pre series #dean winchester #sam winchester #sketch #spn #supernatural #spn fanart #🐭#the song is Gently by Slipknot btw

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samdeancrimespree · 17 days

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there’s something about wincest in the pre-slash era (whenever that is) where i think the dynamic is: one of them does not have sex with men. doesn’t think of them that way, because it feels too dangerous, too easy to slip into those fantasies he keeps locked away. and the other one fucks guys, but only ones who are eerily similar, carbon copies to his brother. the type of resemblance that would turn most siblings off. and the roles could go either way, for either of them. just… the dynamics of the different types of desperate “unrequited” feelings and the way they try to get away from them.

like. dean getting drunk and making out with some tall, long haired guy at a bar. nasty desperate hands down the back of the guys jeans, stifling a sigh that his ass isn’t quite round enough to be sam’s. he has blue eyes, not brown, but dean isn’t looking at his face anyway. fucking not-sam rough in the back of the impala, moaning baby and cutting off before brother, saying sam’s name when he cums, trying not to stare at the army figure in the ashtray. hating himself for it, swearing off it, but always crawling back, chasing the high like an addict. feeling deep in his soul that sam was right to leave, that he’s better off without his sick freak of a brother.

sam being into girls with short hair, accidentally hitting on lesbians because he struggles to be attracted to anything not wearing a crew cut, flannel and work boots. he’s sick, he knows, that’s part of why he had to leave. frosh week drunk, he lets a guy flirt with him, because he’s just tall enough, just different enough, that sam can give himself plausible deniability. his lips are too thin, he’s too gentle, he smells like axe and fake leather, but sam needs something, and this is all he can get. it’s going fine, until the guy— too late now to ask his name— goes for sam’s belt and sam feels like he’s going to puke. the wrongness of it comes over him all at once, like a fever or a hex. clarity pierces his drunken state: not dean’s hands, not dean’s voice, not dean, wrong. at least it gives him an excuse to back out, a good reason to lock himself in the bathroom and sit on the floor, trying to determine if the dry heaving is cheap beer or grief.

girls are— safe. long hair, soft hands, sweet and gentle and nowhere close to 6’1. this way, there’s nothing reminding sam of the absence, nothing pushing against the barrier he’s made around what he really wants. he can be normal.

he knows it’s dean after the first strike, knows his footsteps and his breath and the outline of his shoulders, even now, even in the dark. but sam doesn’t stop fighting, because he’ll have to stop touching dean, and sam can allow himself this one thing, after so long. dean’s leather jacket on sam’s bare arms is making him dizzy, and sam lets dean take him down, the beginning and end of sam’s understanding of desire. a reminder, familiar like dean’s rough palms on his wrists, his weight pinning sam, his shit-eating grin and drawled easy, tiger; sam has never been normal.

#ok my last rb just reminded me of this #ive been thinking about it a lot #in my stanford pining era #it could go the other way too…. Sam searching for replacements #and dean being like ahaha i don’t like Guys wtf 🧍‍♀️#also. if the one doin the fucking won’t kiss the guys #hhghhhh #wincest #hc #pre series #mars.txt #my writing

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pentacentric · 1 month

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the deadly heatwave in the summer of '99 wasn't entirely bad, if you asked dean

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#feral winchesters who smoke and have scars and bruises and leave beds utterly filthy #yeah teen sam wore briefs dean liked them #sam winchester #dean winchester (arm)#spn fanart #teen sam #pre-series spn #wincest #myspnfanart

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hisbrotherskeeper · 3 months

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John doesn’t know what size clothes Sam wears. Stopped buying them years ago.

Dean is the one taking Sam to thrift stores and shoplifting sweatshirts from Walmart when Sam is in school. Dean buys them big—room to grow.

He’s the one feeding his little brother anyhow, and can sense it in his bones that Sam will keep on growing like a weed, bigger than him, bigger than John. Better than them, too, he thinks. Sam’s different and good and full of potential and that scares Dean as much as it makes him proud.

#supernatural meta #dean winchester #sam winchester #sam and dean #big bro loves his baby sammy #pre series wincest thoughts #wincest

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supernaturalkickparty · 3 months

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Imagining Sam going to confession while he was at Stanford and I'm just picturing the priest just being like

#stanford era #sam winchester #pre series

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talltalesandbedtimestories · 3 months

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Branded Heart - PodFic Version

@ashtraythief came on to @idlingintheimpalapodcast to discuss fanfic and the writing process. I was lucky enough to narrate one of her works - a short pre-series pre-slash story titled Branded Heart. Click the link to listen.

#podfic #spn fanfic #pre slash #sam x dean #podcast #pre series

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kitsune024 · 1 year

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Danny Phantom Fanfiction

Something's Wrong With Danny Fenton by Perfectly_Inconspicuous

Fanart by ep-10

Fanart by k-rayel ⬇️

More Fanart! abrielarnold 1 2

Part 1. Something's Wrong With Danny Fenton Vol. I | Chapters: 6/6 |

Danny Fenton. The enigma of Casper High. It's the first day of the winter semester when she notices him. She notices him for what feels like the first time. Maybe because at this point he's the only alternative kid other than her. Or maybe because boom, there he is: the locker next to hers. -- A No One Knows AU where Danny transfers from a different school to Casper during Junior year and ends up befriending Sam and Tucker.

Part 2. June | Chapters: 1/1 |

“Just keep them away from me,” she says, quiet. “I don’t care how. I just want to be alone.” He doesn’t press. She feels like a dam held together with toothpicks and tape. “I promise…” He leaves a space where a name should be. She looks at him and he can feel her sloshing. “They named me June.” -- Danny made a promise to protect her from the living. He intends to make good on it. (An aside from the first volume of Something's Wrong With Danny Fenton.)

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highfunctioningflailgirl · 7 months

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In Good Hands

Dean is eighteen and bleeding out on the carpet of a seedy motel room when it happens. He’s going to blame it on his malfunctioning brain later on, on the concussion that accompanies the through-and-through in his thigh. On the drugs that will be coursing through his system when he comes to, many hours later, in a hospital bed, miraculously alive. But right here, right now, left for dead, with unconsciousness licking at his vision, it’s a remarkable moment, even with everything weird he’s already seen in his life.

Dean has no illusions about the severity of his injuries. If his father or even Sam were here, he’d stand a chance. But they’re on a food run and oblivious to the attack on Dean or the fact that his femoral artery has been severed and is pumping his life juice onto the smelly brown carpet.

He’s tried to use his belt as a tourniquet, and in spite of the blow to his head and the room spinning around him like crazy, he’s managed to get the belt around his thigh, but he’s too weak to pull it tight enough and keep it that way. Hell, he can barely see what he’s doing, and his fingers are slick with his own blood.

Dean’s phone is on the floor, screen smashed and as dead as he will be soon.

His heartbeat spikes in a brief burst of panic.

No chick flick moments.

The fear in his chest begins to flicker. It fades in and out, along with the room. He’s tired. So, so tired. The pain in his leg lessens. His hands are tingling. His eyes are slipping closed.

I’m sorry, Sammy. I’m sorry, Dad.

Dean hears his heart thrum in his ears. Hears it flutter. No– there’s an actual flutter. He feels a gust of air. What…?

Dean forces his eyes back open. The room is bright. Too bright for Dean or his oxygen-starved brain to understand what he’s seeing: a shape, a being, haloed by light. Curved black shadows spread out behind it. Are those…?

Dean cannot finish the thought. It unravels, dissolves. Dean’s eyes close.

Something touches him on the shoulder. He senses heat. Brightness penetrates his eyelids. Warmth floods him. A feeling of safety. Of being caught and held.

The pain goes away.

Blackness comes.

XXX

“We found you just in time,” John Winchester tells his son the day after, sternly, as if the attack had somehow been Dean’s fault. “The doctor says it’s a miracle that you’re not dead. If you hadn’t tied that tourniquet…”

His father breaks off, and Dean, drowsy from the meds, doesn’t realize that his dad is fighting tears. Or that Sammy is standing by the side of his bed, lanky, timid and big-eyed.

Floating on morphine, Dean tries to hold on to the memory from last night, to the light, the presence, the touch, but it gets lost, erases itself to a flutter, a whisper…

“Some angel must’ve been watching over you,” he hears his father say as he slips back into sleep.

A/N: I am obsessed with the idea that Castiel had been assigned to watch over Dean long before he rescued him from hell.

#suptober23 #no.4 #nimbus #fanfiction #pre-series #supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #john winchester #sam winchester #spn #blood cw #hurt/comfort #hurt dean

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loversofthegrave · 5 months

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obsessed with the fact this baby dean was raising this baby sam

and this baby dean was raising this baby sam

#❤#cuties #spn #supernatural #sam/dean #sam winchester #dean winchester #pre series dean #pre series sam

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completelymindfucked · 1 month

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#dean winchester #samdean #sam winchester #weechesters #teenchesters #summer teenchester #wincest moodboard #pre series wincest #wincest

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mothgardens · 2 months

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i need angsty sam winchester fic recs PLEASE

i want to write them but alas i have writers block so i must do indulgent reading

#pre series angst is so real and heavy it hurts #i need so much #like i need analysis on john and sam as characters BADLY #and dean and sam being brothers and all cute #but also fighting and shit bc close quarters all day #and long car rides with the three #and UGH #i need to write :(#supernatural #sam winchester #spn #dean winchester #please talk to me about supernatural #sastiel #castiel #sabriel #destiel #chuck shurley #john winchester

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samdeancrimespree · 1 month

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samdean having the same blood type is so important to me like icb we never saw them giving each other blood transfusions.

it would’ve been john’s idea at first… sam gets a serious injury on one of his first hunts and he’s losing blood but they’re in the woods and john— calm, ignoring the obvious horror and self-blame on dean’s face— orders dean to the car, go get the first aid kit. dean’s out of breath when he gets back, silently taking over putting pressure on sam’s wound, entire focus on keeping him awake, you’re okay sammy, just look at me. he barely takes notice of john until he’s pulling dean’s left hand off sam, pushing up his sleeve. dean doesn’t even glance at him until he feels something stick in his forearm. that’s when he looks, seeing plastic tubing and needles. he makes brief eye contact with his father, understanding despite never going to a doctor before, and turns back to sam. sam barely reacts to the needle in his arm, just a weak flutter of eyelids, and dean sits there in shock until john smacks him on the side of the head, ordering him to stand up. dean obeys, already a good soldier at 17. he stands over sam like a guardian angel, watching his blood travel down the tube into sam’s veins as john sews the hole in his abdomen shut.

john knows from looking at him that he must be lightheaded, but dean still insists on helping sammy back to the car, sticking close to him like he’ll die if he lets go.

both boys in the backseat, pale from blood loss, but alive. sam’s head is on dean’s shoulder, and deans arm is around him, blood-stained fingers dragging up and down his arm slowly, soothing.

john doesn’t even argue about them sharing a bed that night; he’s too tired. dean refuses to leave sam’s side for a moment, washing the blood and grime off sam’s face, hands and stomach without doing the same for himself. they fall asleep with sam’s face almost against dean’s chest and dean’s arms tight around him, feeling him breathing.

once they know they can, they do it a lot. dean offering when it’s really not necessary, and sam letting him, both pretending they don’t just enjoy sharing everything about themselves.

and Maybe when they get a drop of blood on their hands they just lick it off instead of dirtying their clothes and Maybe that’s where sam got his taste for blood from but who am i to say

#dean gets a violent reminder that sam actually Is still tiny and delicate and dean could lose him #and dean hates john for bringing his baby on the hunt #i just know john was happy about the two of them having the same blood type…. even when they were babies #i love field medicine as long as it’s This #they’re such freaks #ik for demon blood plot purposes this wouldn’t happen but idc man #do you think that sam drank rubys blood and missed how deans tasted #weirdcest #wincest #weecest #samdean #blood kink #mars.txt #teenchesters #pre series #my writing

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majordemonblockparty · 2 months

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pre-series mutual oral fixations sam & dean though. pen cap chewing, gum snapping, room-key/credit card in his teeth dean; nail biting, cuticle ripping, hoodie cuff gnawing sam. dean who spends most of his teenaged/young adult years cockwarming his baby brother to sleep; sam who falls asleep fastest with his own fingers or the collar of his t-shirt tucked between his teeth 'cause it's just habit at this point. if dean's not halfway down the bed, one arm draped across sam's belly, bared by the shirt rucked up under his armpits, that prefect-size sweet baby brother dick tucked in tight between his cheek and tongue, sleepy-gentle and languorous with his touches, then sam's sprawled over him, the cord of the samulet twined through his fingers and the pendant held golden-retriever-with-an-egg careful in his mouth.

#dean winchester #sam winchester #wincest #pre series #she speaks #this will not leave me be

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tortoisesshells · 4 months

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Dark Shadows: 58, 1, 67, 126 & Moby-Dick Ch. 7 "The Chapel"

#made for an audience of me specifically but if this appeals to y'all you're welcome to a measure of brainrot fresh from the casks.#obligatory: I'm only up to episode 167 I know there's more later on about death and dying I'm simply not there yet!#it's funny your family should start with whales and end up with sardines: a series #polkaknox edits #dark shadows #sam evans #elizabeth collins stoddard #sarah johnson #the widows (ds)#bill malloy #josette du pres collins #victoria winters #moby-dick #herman melville #words words words #a haunting tag #anyway. does anyone ever think about how sarah johnson's a widow herself. and she can never get away from it.

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