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sam giving dean road head because he just can't wait until they get to the motel to taste his brother. dean's trying hard not to roll his head back, with a hand in sam's hair and the other shaking on the wheel. sam just keeps fucking his throat on his brother's cock because it feels like it's been so long since he's had this last, even though really it's just been a couple days... they're codependent your honor <3
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Moving to the bunker has its perks-- most notably the security, and the amount of lore in the place isn't too shabby either-- but the thing Dean had to get used to was how much space there was.
He was used to motel rooms where you're practically on top of each other (and he prefers it that way, to be honest. Being able to hear and even feel the person you love most in the room with you... he needs it like he needs air to breathe).
Luckily, even with the abundance of bedrooms in the bunker, they end up in one of their beds together each night. And in the darkness of the room, they find each other, again and again (even across the stale air of the bunker, they find each other).
It feels a little bit like they're playing house, living in the bunker, but Dean doesn't mind. He does have to admit that it's nice to have a place to settle down roots, make a real home.
(He never tells Sam that it doesn't matter where they are, whether it's the bunker, or a dirty motel room, or the backseat of the Impala.
Home is wherever Sam is.)
#wincest#wincest fic#samdean#samdean fic#spn#nep's fanfic#nep's writing#family tree 'verse#dean winchester#sam winchester
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how many times can i possibly use the phrase “back at the motel” in this stupid fic. What can i say. Sam and Dean are terminally back at the motel
#it’s where all the freaky stuff happens#what do u want from me#spn#supernatural#dean winchester#sam winchester#samdean#wincest#wincest fic#am writing
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Fic Rec (SPN, Dean/Sam, Explicit): The Nature of Reality by Ferrera @saintedevote
O LAWD I FOUND IT. The fic my soul needed after 12x02 Mamma Mia (the one with the torture). This fic does everything you want in a post-whump Wincest. There's talking, there's touching, there's revealing. There is shaving, there is Samulet, there is sex. Sam is seen, Dean is gentle, they are baby. *blubbers unattractively*
No, no, I'm fine, it's fine, just–read. You won't regret it.
TW for recounting of rape and torture. Check AO3 tags before reading. And please don't forget to leave kudos and comments for the author. 💖 Most of us are starving waifs for that shit.
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Seek
"De?"
Dean grinned to himself, tucking himself further away in his hiding spot. He knew that he was practically invisible, hiding where he was hiding himself at that moment. It was pretty impressive, if he could say so himself. But perhaps his training as a young hunter had helped with his skills at hide and seek.
"De? Where are you?"
Obviously Dean didn't answer this question. It was an old trick, a dumb trick that Sam couldn't just pull on Dean. He wasn't going to sit there and answer, giving away his hiding spot just like that. He wasn't that stupid.
"De? You've- you've been gone for a while now."
Was it just Dean or did Sammy sound a little... worried? His voice was all small and wobbly, like he was going to cry or something.
"You didn't run away on me, did you?"
Oh crap.
"De? I'm- I'm scared..."
Dean jumped down immediately from his hiding spot, right in Sam's view. "Hey Sammy, look! I'm right here."
But Sam wasn't crying, not at all. He was grinning, looking way too smug. "Found you."
"What?"
"Tricked you." Sam happily spoke, his eyes shimmering with glee. "I win."
"You fucking-"
"No bad words!"
"Come here! I'm going to get my revenge!" Dean said, ready to tickle his baby brother. Sam couldn't handle that, and Dean was going to make use of it. If Sam could play Dean and trick him, then Dean could fuck with Sam as his revenge.
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I just read the most adorable, creative wincest fic and even though I found it through a rec list I feel the need to share it on its own:
You even write like a girl on livejournal
It’s written in the form of notes Sam and Dean pass back and forth while having lost their voices to a witch and since I can’t comment or even like it I’m sharing it here
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🌲⛺️💦 PINE SWEAT OUTTAKES: YOU AND HIM (NON-CANON). E, 9k. sam/young dean, sam/dean/dean, dean/dean
The younger Dean said, "I kissed you. You didn't want it."
It was accusatory. On a wild fucking impulse, Sam reached out and brushed his knuckles against Dean's bent leg.
"It's been a long couple of days."
pine sweat non-canon double-wincest/deancest AU PWP that takes place in the evening of chapter 8! enjoy, ya filthy animals
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So, here it is, my first Wincest fic 🥳
It wasn’t Sam's fault that serial killers excited him. And wasn’t Dean’s fault he would do weird stuff to please Sam.
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Rape/Non-Con (Actually doubt con)
Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005)
Categories: M/M
Relationships: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester
post series, POV Sam Winchester, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, rough sex, Objectification, possessiveness, light bondage, serial killer kink, marking kink, role play, knife play, light blood play, rape play, light Break Me!Sam¹, light Tamer!Dean, mention of cannibalism, mention of necrophilia, Incest
Okay, thats PRETTY dirty, one of the dirtiest things I ever wrote, but I enjoyed it a lot, so hope you guys enjoy it too.
Please read the tags and warnings before reading!
PS: I put it only to registered users because it's mature, hope this don't prevent anyone from reading
¹Break Me submissives in BDSM play with physical struggle, they resist if not restrained, appealing to physical fights and runaways, making the scene look like a rape
²Tamers in BDSM are doms that deal with disobedient subs and have to discipline them
Credits of the Moodboard:
Photo by Jon Tyson na Unsplash – Taxidermy Deer
Photo by Akinori UEMURA na Unsplash – Chains
Photo by Igor bispo on Unsplash – Knife
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Five Times Dean Forgot and One Time He Remembered (6.4k, rated M) by elsi
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester
Tags: temporary amnesia, post-12.11 Regarding Dean, curses, kissing, very light/mention of incest kink, feelings realization, Sam POV
Summary: Rowena warned him the obliviate curse might have “aftershocks.” That Dean could relapse to his amnesiac state without warning—though only temporarily, she assured. But this? This goes beyond calling a lamp a “light stick.”
A kris kringle gift for the lovely @wetsammywinchester, who writes such wonderful fic, leaves such fabulous comments, and is an all around joy to have in the fandom! Happy 2024!! <3
Read on AO3.
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wincest smut <3 ficlet, didn't bother doing a word count
bottom dean, top sam, degrading & ownership kink
they're inseparable. they have been since the moment they first touched, first got the taste of the forbidden fruit that was each other. they could barely even process how they were feeling with the intensity of it all. sam's large frame practically looms over dean's smaller one, they're both covered in each other's sweat and there's spit splattered all over their mouths and chins, sloppy with fervor and urgency. they need each other. it's all they know. it's never sam or dean, it's sam and dean, together, bonded by so much more than their family line.
dean's panting underneath his brother, biceps flexing under the much too big hoodie of sam's that he wore as he strains to control himself. sam's just too fucking hot like this, he's got his hand around both of their cocks and pumping his hand up and down fast but in a rhythmic way. dean could just get lost in it looking at him.
sam feels pretty much the same about his brother, although he wishes he had've been able to slip off the hoodie to take in the entirety of dean's skin. he's not complaining about what he ended up with, though, either. dean looks so small in the bulkiness of the hoodie, and something about that just makes him want him more. the fact that he can reduce his brother to this sends a hot thrill up through him, and he finds himself tightening his grip on their cocks. he earns himself a gorgeous little whimper from dean, and he grins to himself as he sees his brother's head throw back.
"god, you're so pathetic," he spits, and the shiver through dean's thighs doesn't go unnoticed. "letting your baby brother do this shit to you? kind of fucking whore are you?"
and oh, god, dean doesn't have any words. his hips and thighs are shaking desperately. he needs sam so bad it's like an instinct at this point, driven by the primal urge to fuck and be fucked, and he doesn't necessarily mind that sam's usually the one fucking him. this is just foreplay; pretty soon sam will be so deep inside his brother that it'll be impossible for either of them to feel anything but each other. each other's warmth, love, passion, unresolved anger, everything about each other belongs to one another. it just so happened to be the order of operations that sam was really fucking good at bossing his brother around. and of course, dean was completely compliant to it.
"y- yeah," he panted out, his hips desperately jerking up in time with the rhythm of sam's hand. "your whore, sammy. all yours, all fucking yours, holy shit-" he let out a breathy moan as he felt himself nearing the edge, felt sam's pace pick up because he knew. it was barely a few seconds before he could feel warm spurts ending up all over his thighs hips; his vision was white and searing hot like his whole soul was relishing the feeling.
it didn't last long. sam pulled away before he was fully finished, and then he could feel his brother's cock prodding at his hole. he'd prepared prior, since sam was usually too impatient to do it for him, but even still, he got the feeling sam was going to be particularly ruthless tonight.
he didn't even mind. sam could do whatever he wanted to him and he'd have no complaints. he loved his little brother, and he'd do anything to ensure that he was happy. so if fucking his brother was what made him happy, who was dean to say no?
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hey tumblr. bet you came here from the tags. well guess what this is NOT a wincest post you have been FOOLED if you ship wincest please take your meds 💞
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thinkign about a fic I read many moons ago where Sam is talking to someone about Dean and he says “he was beautiful, and he practically raised me. He gave me everything. of course I fell in love with him” this changed my life. don’t know what the fic is . Don’t know who wrote it. But whoever u are just know that i think about this no fewer than 14 times a day
#it’s the matter of fact way he says ‘of course I fell in love with him’#that has ruined me forever#spn#supernatural#dean winchester#sam winchester#wincest#wincest fic#samdean
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Fic rec (SPN, Dean/Sam, Explicit): You'll Hear Your Brother's Cry by orphan_account
Still on my traipse through season 12 episode-related fics, this one was pain and healing all rolled into one for 12x11 Regarding Dean (the one with the memory stuff).
It's tender and heavy and very, very hot, but it's the emotions that will really get you.
While the work has been orphaned, it never hurts to leave your love for the author in the form or comments and kudos. They might still be watching out there. 💖
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Retirement
Warnings: Sibling incest (but you know that if you're in the wincest tag 😏) Smut 18+
Pairings: Sam/Dean
Word Count: 3525
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When he suggests to Dean that they should think about retirement after they’re sure that Chuck is really gone, Sam never thought that Dean would go for it, and he never took into account how bored they would both be. Dean made him promise that either of them could choose to get back into hunting if they wanted, but even though retirement was incredibly dull, Sam refused to be the first one to cave. He never wanted to admit that maybe spending their lives hunting wasn't so bad. It turns out that Sam loved spending his every waking minute of his life with Dean. At first, it had been out of necessity as Sam had lost his mom and his girlfriend, and his dad was missing. He couldn’t just leave Dean to do everything by himself, and he had nothing keeping him at Stanford anymore. That felt like a lifetime ago, and sure, both men had other relationships, but the one constant in their lives was each other. Still is. They’ve lost so many people over the years, that’s what being a hunter is, and they know they can only count on each other.
The only constant in Sam’s life has been Dean; there was no question that they would retire together. The only worry that Sam had was that Dean would get bored and make them go back to hunting. As bored as Sam was, he knew that continuing to hunt in their 40s was not feasible. It was just too physical and dangerous, and Sam couldn’t risk losing Dean after everything they had survived. He would do anything he could to keep Dean from hunting, if only for his own safety. He lets the man eat as much bacon and drink as much beer as he wants because he wants Dean to be happy with something else other than hunting. He wants Dean to be happy with everything. He wants Dean to be happy with him. He’s almost positive that Dean is happy with him; this is the most relaxed he’s seen his brother in years, and now, he works on his cars for fun and not just to get out his anger.
There was one thing that Sam didn't really think about, not until Dean brought it up one night while they were watching some old western movie that Sam tolerated only for Dean. They were both leaning back in their individual recliners, beers in their hand, when suddenly Dean looked over at him. “Y’know, I never really wanted to retire, but I have to admit, this is pretty great, Sammy.” Dean’s still-perfect teeth flash at him as he tips the glass bottle in his direction.
Sam is taken aback; first, he doesn’t expect Dean to interrupt a cowboy movie to say something like that, and second, he doesn’t think that even if Dean realizes he is correct, the stubborn man will never admit it. “Yeah?” Sam questions because he is getting older and always worried he may actually go crazy someday.
“Yeah. Only thing missing is the sex.” Dean says it so casually, and Sam almost spits out the swig of beer he had taken. He manages to swallow but coughs a few times, and Dean’s hand comes up to slap at his back. “God, I was just kidding, man.” Dean snorts. “Well… not really, but don’t worry. You won’t have to hear about it.”
God, Sam wishes that he could hear about it; more than that, he wishes he could be in it. After all those years of hearing Dean talk about his exploits in considerably explicit detail and feeling the sick jealousy curl in his stomach, he wishes he would speak up and tell Dean what he wants. He can’t. He won’t. He and Dean are finally in a good spot, the best spot they’ve ever been. Comfortable and safe. What if Sam admitted his twisted feelings and things went south? What if Dean called him a freak and told him to get the hell out? Sam doesn’t think he could take that. “Yeah, I uh… it’s fine.” Sam mumbled when he finally caught his breath again. “I mean, you can tell me if you want, I know you have no one else.” It’s meant to tease, but Sam doesn't think his tone quite reaches it. Dean laughs anyway.
“I used to before I got stuck with you.”
Sam would be hurt if he didn't look over and see the dopey smile that slid onto Dean’s lips. Was he reading into this? “You had plenty of people you could tell while you were ‘stuck with me’.” He uses air quotes and rolls his eyes. They were never stuck with one another; they always chose each other.
“Who was I gonna talk to at that time, Sammy?” Dean snorts. “Bobby? Jo? I don’t think so.” He adds a little chuckle to the end of that, but they both know that each of their hearts cracks a little bit when they remember their long-gone friends.
“Who are you gonna talk to now?” Sam smirks. He hated to think about it, but they really had fewer people to talk to now than they started with. Part of him still wanted Dean to tell him about all the times he had sex. He could picture himself in the girl's spot while Dean was talking and use it to his advantage after they went to sleep like he used to. It wasn’t the best idea he had, and it used to rip his heart out, but it worked for him, and even though he had his own stories; Meg, Ruby, Eeileen, he always came back to Dean. He always wanted Dean.
“You’re right.” Dean chuckles. “I guess you’re shit outta luck, Sammy. You’ll have to hear about it.”
Sam didn't mind, and he didn’t feign as if he did. He was too busy thinking about how he might be able to introduce his thoughts to Dean without completely losing him. Unbeknownst to Sam, Dean was thinking the same thing, trying to scope out Sam’s reactions to what he was saying and if he could suggest something without having Sam freak out. He knew Sam had experimented in University; the younger man had let that little gem slip out after a night of drinks stronger than beer. A man had started to put the moves on Sam, and when he didn't immediately rebuff the advances, Dean got curious. He asked, and Sam answered. It was all very simple, lips loose from alcohol, but it was something that Dean had never forgotten, a little piece of Sammy trivia that stuck in the back of his brain. The thought also made Dean extremely jealous. Sam had the freedom to explore that part of himself while he had to keep it pushed down and ignored for fear that his dad might catch on at any moment. Well, their dad was gone now, they had almost no responsibilities, and all of the freedom Sam offered made him want to just go for it, to give in for once in his life. Since Sam seemed to have no reaction to having to hear about everything, he decided to push further. “You should too, y’know. Have a little fun of your own.”
Sam snorts. “Yeah, I’m not as good at the one-night stands as you are.” That was true; Sam always got way too attached and invested. He had too many feelings and wasn't as good at repressing them as his brother. That was something else Dean was jealous of.
He pushes a little more. “I didn’t say it had to be a one-night stand. We’re retired now, right? We deserve to have something a little more stable, don’t you think?”
“We deserve it?”
Dean freezes. That had been a slip of the tongue, but he might as well roll with it now. “Yeah, I mean, uh….” He rubs a hand over his mouth. “All we got’s each other, right? It’s so much work to go out there and try to find someone else when we’re right here… together.”
There it was. Dean put it out, and Sam could actually feel the pressure on his chest. It was all on him to make the next move. “That’s true.” That is all Sam can get out. It sounds choked like he might cough again, but he doesn’t; he just swallows thickly.
“Plus…” Dean is smirking now, and his eyes have a glint that makes Sam’s stomach tight. “I bet I’m a thousand times better than any of those people you’ve been with before.”
Sam resists the urge to roll his eyes because he’s actually sure that Dean is right; he’s heard the stories, and now that man in those stories wanted him, and he wasn’t going to pass on the opportunity. He leaned out over the side of his recliner and slid his hand around the back of his big brother's neck to kiss him, hard. The courage it takes Sam to kiss him, even though he knows that Dean wants to kiss him back, is immeasurable, and he can feel his heart pound against his chest.
Despite their awkward position, Dean can’t help the small moan that makes its way from between their joined lips. When Sam finally pulls away, Dean is the first to speak. “Good, now that we got that out of the way…”
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Sam chuckles breathlessly.
“Probably the same amount of time as me.” Dean is just as breathless, but Sam doesn’t respond; he carefully climbs out of his own recliner and into Dean’s, rocking as he leans forward to kiss the older man again.
Dean lets this go on for a few more minutes, but ultimately he gently pushes Sam back, just as breathless as the first kiss. “You know, I'm not 20 anymore, and neither are you. we should probably move this party to the bedroom, you know... if you want to.” As if he didn't know that Sam wanted this just as much as he did. The kisses Sam was giving were enough of a hint.
Once again, Sam doesn't answer; he just climbs back off of Dean and turns to smirk at him before he disappears into their never-before and soon-to-be-turned-shared bedroom. The move makes Dean roll his eyes, but he follows him without complaints, abandoning his half-drunk beer. The only person that could make Dean leave a beer behind is Sam. He’ll come back to it later, anyway.
The sight that Dean meets when he gets to what is usually only his room is one that he’s quite familiar with in a different context. They’re both used to seeing each other naked after years of sharing motel rooms growing up, but this was somehow different, somehow better. In the time that it had taken Dean to make his way in there, Sam had stripped down and now was lying in the middle of Dean’s bed with a half-hard cock. He takes a minute to look over his brother slowly, look at his overly large body and lick his lips in anticipation.
“So, do you normally just stand there and stare at the girls you’re about to fuck?”
“Are you normally such a smart ass to the people you’re about to fuck?” Dean retorts, and it’s not lost on either of them that he didn’t use gendered terms for Sam, who watches him while he strips out of his clothes.
When Dean is done taking his tip and apparently pulling off his clothes as slowly as he can, not that Sam is complaining, he steps forward and puts one knee on the bed, leaning forward. Sam completes the move by bending forward and pulling Dean into another deep kiss, something that is quickly becoming one of his favourite things. The older man doesn’t wait for Sam to be done kissing before blindly reaching into his bedside table for the lube; he’s always been good at multitasking. It’s only when he pops the cap open that Sam pulls away, a little breathless. There’s some unspoken rule, something in Sam that doesn’t make him question Dean spreading the lube on his own fingers. Sam is going to bottom. He’s fine with that, it wouldn’t be his first time, and he has a feeling that for Dean, it would be.
Sam takes the initiative to turn himself over and tries to make it easier for Dean to finger him, but Dean is quick to stop him, tapping the clean, dry part of his hand on Sam’s hip. He turns his head to the side, looking back at Dean as best he can with a little frown.
“Wanna see you,” Dean says quietly with a little smile.
Sam can’t argue with that. He turns back over to look up at Dean while Dean hikes his legs up, moving his hand underneath Sam and slowly pushing a finger into him. The intrusion makes him grunt softly. It���s been a while since he’s done this, and it’s always a different feeling. Of course, Dean checks in with him, always ensuring he’s okay even though he’s not a kid anymore. Sam is already a little breathless when he gives Dean the nod to keep going. Dean adds a second finger into Sam and both of their breaths hitch. Sam, from the slight stretch and Dean, from the beauty of Sam below him. This is why he watched to see Sam. Jaw slack and eyes hooded, his brother is beautiful. Dean can’t take his eyes away from Sam while he scissors his fingers inside the younger man. The way Sam moans when Dean curls his fingers upwards and hits his prostate makes them both glad that the bunker is in the middle of nowhere. He lets his eyes flutter closed; he doesn’t need them open to see Dean’s self-satisfied smirk. “Fuck, I can take another one.”
“I'm sure that you can.” Sam can hear in his voice that Dean is still smirking, but he doesn't add another finger which makes Sam huff.
“So, are you going to give me one?”
“I'm thinking about it.” Of course, Dean would use this time to be a controlling asshole.
“Well, think faster.”
Dean chuckles lowly. “Needy, aren’t you?” He doesn’t even wait to stop talking before pushing a third finger into Sam, making the man moan again, and god, that sound is beautiful. It doesn't take long for Dean to slowly pull his fingers back out of Sam, ignoring the way that his baby brother whines in disapproval.
“Easy, Sammy, I’ll give you what you want.”
Sam doesn't speak right away, but he wonders if this is how Dean talks to all those girls he's been with, if he knows exactly what they need and gives it to them. Sam wants Dean to give it to him too, but he won’t make it that easy. “And what is it that I want?” He challenges, just to see if Dean really knows.
Dean didn’t need to reply; the entire time that he had been teasing Sam, he’d been using his left hand to slick up his own cock. It had been challenging to keep his face neutral and bite back his own noises of pleasure to keep Sam in the dark. He looks down at his brother with dark eyes while he lines himself up with Sam’s hole and slowly pushes the tip in. The head catches a bit on the edges of Sam’s opening, and Dean stops to shudder while Sam tries to push him deeper.
Sam reaches up to touch Dean wherever he can, raking his blunt fingernails down Dean’s arm leaving fast-fading little white lines. He’s seen it before, he’s no Dean, but he’s no stranger to sex, but somehow it’s even more fascinating when it’s his brother. He does it once more, just to see those lines again, but he ends up clutching Dean’s wrist while the man shoves his entire length into Sam, making them both groan out as Sam arches his back.
Staying still for a moment, Dean presses the pads of his fingers into the meaty flesh of Sam’s thigh before he pulls the younger man’s legs up to rest on his shoulders. It’s easier this way to pound into Sam the way he wants to. He moves his hands to Sam’s hips and squeezes until he’s sure the man is going to bruise and watches as the moans and groans spill out of his baby brother’s open mouth. Despite being in their forties now, Dean is surprised by his ability to keep up the pace. Despite his heavy breathing, the only other sounds that fill the room are gasping moans and skin slapping against skin.
Dean leans forward to get right over Sam, momentarily caught off guard by how flexible the younger man is. He doesn't think about it too much because what he really wants to do is lock his lips with Sam’s again, dropping his head to push their faces together. Sam doesn’t seem able to kiss back, even when Dean stops his thrusting to try and help. They're mostly just panting against each other with open mouths, but Dean doesn't mind; it's hot in its own right, especially when Sam takes the initiative and licks into Dean's open mouth. Now that he doesn’t need his hands to hold up Sam’s legs, he gets those fingers into his brother’s hair. Dean loves his long locks as much as he gives Sam shit for how much he needs a haircut. In a moment of very good or very bad judgment, Dean gets a fistful of that beautiful hair tight and down at the root; he tugs hard enough to pull Sam’s head back.
Sam is sure that before this, Dean had absolutely no idea how much he loved having his hair pulled, but he isn’t entirely in his head right now, and it's hard to hold back the almost porn-like groan that he lets out. He doesn't even have time to blush or explain that he didn't mean to make that noise because Dean is already thrusting again, pulling Sam's hair simultaneously. Their noses are so pressed together, and they're basically just breathing in each other's faces, but even with the beer breath Sam only pulls him closer, hand on the back of his older brother’s neck.
Dean is barely thrusting anymore, just rocking back and forward while he stays flush against Sam, but neither of the men mind. The spongey head of Dean’s cock is pressed right up against Sam’s already bruised and swollen prostate, and the way Sam keeps clenching tight around Dean makes him whine softly. Neither of them wants to be further away from the other, perfectly content to stay skin against skin. He keeps thrusting for a few more minutes before he moves one of his hands to wrap around Sam’s red and leaking, clearly neglected cock.
“Dean, fuck.” Sam moans out, arching his hips into the touch.
Dean can’t help but chuckle, “What the hell do you think I’m doing, Sammy?”
If Sam wasn’t so close, he’d give it right back or at least roll his eyes, but Dean runs his thumb over the weeping tip, making him moan again as his cock twitches in Dean’s calloused hand. “Shit, m’so close.”
“Cum for me, baby.” It comes out of Dean’s mouth so quietly that neither of the men is convinced he actually says it, even though it’s what sends Sam over the edge, moaning out softly as his body spasms underneath Dean and thick white ropes of cum spurt over his own stomach and Dean’s hand.
Now that he knows Sam is satisfied, Dean no longer holds back. He pulls away from Sam so he can pull out and slam back in at a bruising pace. The only sounds that Sam makes now are desperate whines as he’s sensitive after he’s finished; however, he would never tell Dean to stop; he wants to feel his brother cum inside of him. If he could find his words at all, he might even beg for it.
“You’re perfect, Sammy. Gonna fill you up.”
Sam whines again because, yes, he wants that. He doesn’t even care that his ass and hips are most definitely going to be bruised after this. He blindly reaches and scrapes at Dean, locking his ankles behind Dean’s neck. Dean keeps himself fucking relentlessly into Sam until he cums, with a grunt of his brother's name and falling gently into him. They lay like that for a few minutes before Dean is careful about slipping his spent cock out of Sam, never pulling away. He lets Sam keep his head on his chest while Dean runs his fingers through Sam’s hair. Neither of them talks for a long while, catching their breaths and enjoying the closeness that only comes after being physical with someone.
“I guess I don’t need anyone else after all.” Dean smiles, pressing a kiss to the top of Sam’s head, not for the last time.
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The final round of the Ultimate Incest Tournament is posted so y'all know what that means...
@loving-family-poll
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I posted a short little Wincest porny angst (or angsty porn, if you prefer) bomb over on AO3. Featuring: Stanford-era Sam who's missing Dean a heck of a lot, eventually resulting in some...handsy attempts at self-distraction. Also, he's transmasc 'cause I'm the author and it's my sandbox.
I'm rusty at best, but if you'd like to give it a look, please check it out! Thank you to @ro-sham-no @femsammy and @soulsam for the emotional support in these trying times of lusting after Sam and also being an idiot. (Me, not you. You are all wonderful humans and basically my most favoritest people on this planet.)
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