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Day 12 – On the twelfth day of Christmas, Wincestmas gave to me: four times sam and dean were almost caught and one time they were
Warnings: Bottom!Dean, Top!Sam, tbh everyone knows exactly what they are doing not gonna lie, a little dash of angst, but a Happy Ending, also pls ignore that I’m terrible at remembering the years so just go with it
i. 1998
They had just started this thing between the two of them. Dean had taken a long time to come around and accept his feelings, but Sam was anything but determined, not giving up on this thing they could have. Sam had long given up on feeling guilty about his feelings, and couldn’t care less about the fact they were brothers. He did believe in God, but he couldn’t believe that what they were up to was actually a sin that would damn them to Hell.
Dean, on the other hand, didn’t believe in God, Heaven or Hell, but he couldn’t help but feel responsible for corrupting his brother in some way. He had raised Sam, after all, and he felt like he had, somehow, done something that made Sam fall for him.
Now, a few months in, Dean was a little less anxious about their situation. He had set some rules, such as not being out in public – after all, not only were they brothers, they were both men and Sam was only fifteen.
But in their locked room? Then, they would give themselves in to the pleasure and love they had for each other.
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, a bit chilly from the beginning of Fall, and they had spent the day in bed. They had woken up, eaten something and then gotten back to bed, kissing and messing around slowly, tenderly. With John gone in hunts, they were free to actually take advantage of their time and they would fuck thoroughly. Today was no different.
They had a break for lunch – both had had two orgasms already – and then they went back to bed, kissing and touching each other once more.
Sam was slowly fucking into Dean, his brother making soft gasps, eyes tightly shut, when they heard someone trying to open the door. They froze for a brief second before Sam pulled out and they started putting their clothes on. Dean locked himself in the bathroom before the door was open and John walked in.
He paused by the door, frowning, and looked at Sam, who was sitting on the bed, a book in his hands while the TV was on – sound off.
“Hey, dad.” Sam said, as naturally as he could. “Welcome back. How was the hunt?” John looked around before closing the door behind him and fully entering the room.
“Successful. It was indeed a nest of vampires, they’re all dead now.” Sam nodded, returning his attention to his book. “Where’s Dean?”
“In the shower.” Sam said, and as if on cue, the shower started. John nodded and mumbled something about grabbing something to eat. Sam was still tense on the bed, but he didn’t dare move, his cock still painfully hard – but Dean had to take care of his cum-filled ass before Sam could take his own shower and jerk off.
ii. 2000
Sam had already decided to go to College, but he didn’t know how to tell Dean that. They were still together, and although they had had their share of fights, they were happier than ever. However, John and Sam would butt heads whenever they were in the same space, which was why John spent more and more time hunting, something not returning in months, but at least he kept in touch with Dean, so they knew he was okay.
Leaving Dean had been the hardest choice he had made, but he wanted to bring Dean with him. He knew Dean wouldn’t want to go to College as well, but they could try to settle down, and Sam would become a lawyer and maybe change their names so no one would know they were actually brothers, and, thus, they’d be able to live together as a couple.
But whenever he saw Dean smile at him when they were together, or whenever Dean closed his eyes tightly as he came, or even when Dean pouted at some of Sam’s antics, Sam knew it would break both their hearts to tell the truth. Maybe it would be better to just tell him if I get accepted somewhere, Sam would think to himself, but inside he was hurting.
That was one of the reasons why Sam always made sure to thoroughly fuck his brother, mark every inch of his body, bite and kiss and suck, leaving Dean a wrecked mess by the end of it.
And that day wasn’t too different. Sam was in his winter break, heavy snow falling outside, making everything dark, and they were alone in the privacy of their motel room.
Dean was moaning loudly and Sam pounded into him rapidly, hands holding Dean’s hips in place, leaving finger marks on his skin. It was too good, and Sam knew it wouldn’t take long for both of them to come.
However, he heard some sound coming from outside the door. He stopped what he was doing and instantly Dean started paying attention as well. Once they realised there was someone outside their room, possibly ready to enter, Sam and Dean put on some clothes as quickly as possible and then grabbed their pistols, ready to shoot.
Once the door was opened, they lowered their hands. Sam groaning loudly at the sight of his father.
John’s face was unreadable, but he seemed annoyed. Without saying a word, Sam went to the bathroom, while Dean sighed, already sensing a fight.
“I thought I’d be welcome for Christmas.” John said mockingly, tilting his head in Sam’s direction. Dean felt his heart hurt – he always missed his father, and John had spent many Christmases somewhere else, but apparently, he had tried to come for this one.
“Christmas was yesterday.” Dean said softly, but he smiled at John anyway. “But it’s always good to have you here.” John ignored him and Dean deflated at that. Some things never changed.
iii. 2006
Dean was still upset about his father’s death, but Sam understood. They were at Bobby’s for a while – Dean trying to fix his car and Sam, although he wouldn’t admit it, trying to fix Dean.
Dean had been broken for longer than Sam can remember, but now, it seemed he had reached a point of no return.
With Sam going to College, then Jessica dying the same way as their mother, then dad dying because of him, Dean was a wreck. He tried to pretend he was okay, fixing his car and telling stupid jokes, laughing loudly when he watched something funny at the TV. Sam could see right through him, though.
Once, when Dean was bent over the hood of his Baby, mumbling to himself – Sam heard some “son of a bitch” and “shit” repeatedly – Sam went to talk to him. However, his brother in that position, his t-shirt ridding up and his underwear visible under his pants, his musk feeling the hot air, Sam couldn’t help but to drape himself over Dean, kissing his neck in the process.
Dean would have hit his head on the hood if Sam hadn’t been on top of him, but he let go of the tool he had been tinkering with, turning his head to look at Sam. It was telling that Dean hadn’t noticed him approaching, which further showed Sam that he was right in being worried.
“What the fuck, Sam!” Dean half-whispered, half-yelled, clearly not wishing to draw any attention to them. Bobby was inside, but they never knew when the man could come out.
“You look nice.” Sam said. They had had sex a couple of times after they hit the road together again – once after they fought the Wendigo and once after they left Cassie, Sam being unable to hold his jealousy back.
However, after each time, they hadn’t talked about it. It was a little awkward, and Sam yearned for his brother, but Jess had recently died, and he was still mourning. But then again, Dean had almost died twice already, so Sam made up his mind – he wanted to go back to what they used to be. It was the two of them against the world now, and Sam wanted everything.
“Sam.” Dean’s voice was stern, and he tried pushing Sam away, but he wouldn’t bulge. Instead, Sam started mouthing at Dean’s neck, where he knew Dean liked the most. Dean gasped and Sam could feel his brother’s legs going heavy. “Sam, we’re outside.” Dean mumbled, but this time he didn’t try to push Sam away.
Sam only hummed in acknowledgment, his hands going under Dean’s shirt, feeling his brother’s abs, mouth still busy with his neck. Dean sighed, and Sam knew he had won this round. Sam’s hand was going down, ready to open Dean’s pants when there was a crash coming from somewhere inside.
They quickly let go of each other, eyes wide, and then they ran inside, worried that something might have happened to Bobby. The man, however, was cursing at a bottle of beer that had fallen when he opened the fridge. Sam and Dean sighed in relief and went to help Bobby pick up the pieces and clean the kitchen floor.
iv. 2009
There was an actual convention for Chuck’s books and Dean couldn’t believe it. It was crazy that so many people enjoyed the books about their lives – because honestly? It sucked.
But he guessed he could understand the appeal.
Sam and Dean were heroes in these people’s eyes, so of course it was appealing.
But seeing people dressing as them and pretending to be them was annoying as shit, mainly with an actual case to solve.
Not to mention that it was difficult as it was to find a place for them to talk – and do other, unbrotherly things – but with so many people going around, it was almost impossible.
Every time they started to make out – well, every time Dean squeezed Sam’s ass or pressed his ass against Sam’s dick, which then resulted in a heavy make out session – people tried to enter the rooms.
Locking themselves in the bathroom was a good idea, at least. They could always pretend they were throwing up or something, and they wouldn’t need to leave the bathroom so soon.
Sam was trying to convince Dean to just let it go, to do it later when they were by themselves, but Dean would have none of it.
Once in the bathroom, he fell to his knees and sucked Sam like his life depended on it, his brother holding his head tenderly – Sam always afraid of pulling Dean or hurting him. It was amazing and Dean needed that, even if Sam was the only one to come.
When Dean was satisfied – having swallowed most of Sam’s come and received a thankful, hungry kiss in return – they left the bathroom.
Chuck was with his hand raised, ready to knock, and Sam and Dean blushed at the sight of him, completely forgetting that Chuck could see everything.
“Oh! I was looking for you guys.” Chuck said, pointing over his shoulder. “I need your help back there.” The man didn’t seem flustered – or even weirded out that Sam and Dean had been in a bathroom together – or awkward, so Dean decided that maybe Chuck didn’t know every single second of their lives.
At least, he hoped so.
v. 2011
Sam had gotten his soul back. It was still a fragile situation and Dean didn’t want to overwhelm Sam, but sex between them was always better with their love and affection. Not that sex with a soulless Sam hadn’t been good – it had been awesome, one of the best sex of his life – but it was so obvious that Sam’s heart wasn’t in it, that Dean was just another piece of ass that, more often than not, it annoyed Dean.
So now that he had his brother back, they could actually make love – and yeah, Dean had to admit that sex was good, but making love was even better. Dean had missed this, had missed being touched as if Sam was worshipping his whole body, had missed being kissed with such intensity, had missed being told he was loved as he was thoroughly fucked.
It was a day not much after Sam’s soul was back and Dean was riding Sam slowly, moving his hips, his hole fluttering around him. Their eyes were locked on each other’s, unable to look away. Dean couldn’t help but feel happy in that moment, and he could tell Sam was just as blissful.
Dean had just started picking up the pace when there was a hoarse “Hello” coming from behind them. Dean almost fell from the bed, but Sam was mindful to holding him in place.
“What the fuck, Cas!” Dean basically yelled, pulling a sheet to cover them, but Castiel looked unfazed.
“I seem to have arrived at an inappropriate time.” Castiel said, still looking at them and there was a moment of silence before Dean spoke again.
“Cas! Leave!”
“We’ll call you when we’re finished.” Sam promised and Cas nodded, disappearing from sight. Dean groaned and lied on top of Sam, hiding his face on Sam’s neck, who, in turn, chuckled. “After so many years, who’d’ve guessed Cas would be the one to catch us.” Dean groaned again and Sam laughed.
He flipped them, so he was on top and restarted their fucking. Dean pouted at him for a moment, but instants later he was already moaning.
“His timing has always been awful. It was only time it happened.” Dean managed to say between thrusts, moaning every once and again at a particularly nice thrust. Sam chuckled again and continued fucking Dean into the mattress, picking up pace. Dean moaned louder, unable to look away from his brother, Cas appearance already forgotten now that he could only think of his pleasure.
One of Sam’s hand made its way to Dean’s cock and he started pumping it as fast as he could, knowing fully well that Dean was almost coming. Changing his hips positions minimally, Sam knew he started hitting right into Dean’s prostrate because his brother’s moans disappeared and he came instants later.
Sam, after a few more pumps, let go of Dean’s cock and focused on fucking Dean, his orgasm quickly approaching. When he came, Dean pulled him down and crashed their mouths in a passionate kiss.
They kissed for a long time, until they were both soft and Sam slipped out of Dean. They continued caressing and kissing each other though, and this time, both of them almost fell to the floor when Castiel appeared again.
“Hello.”
“What the fuck, Cas!” Dean said, pulling the sheets once more, face growing red.
“We said we’d call you.” Sam said, pulling the sheets on him as well, but not really all that bothered that Castiel caught them.
“You were taking too long.” Castiel said simply, frowning, and Dean groaned again. How had his life turned to this?
(Although, if he was honest, it was good to know that an actual Angel gave his blessing.)
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AND I LOVE THIS SO MUCH, I LOVE STORIES WHERE THE PEOPLE HAVE TO HIDE THEIR RELATIONSHIP FROM EVERYBODY ELSE! AND DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE CASTIEL PART, ITS LIKE YOU KNOW ME SO WELL, I LOVE STORIES WHERE TFW IS MORE LIKE A FAMILY, REGARDLESS OF A RELATIONSHIP IN THE SMALL FAMILY THEY HAVE. THANK YOU!!!!!
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Day 11 – On the eleventh day of Christmas, Wincestmas gave to me: the second part of a many-years-old WIP about A/B/O dynamics
Warnings: Alpha!Sam, Omega!Dean, A/B/O dynamics, Bobby being the best ever, post season 1, a lot of angst tbh, but hopefully a happy ending, although tbh I haven’t exactly finished this fic and don’t think I’ll be able to finish it by the end of the event, but I’ll continue writing it for you if you like it, medical related things
The rest of the trip until the hospital was spent in silence since Bobby still looked grumpy and Dean didn’t want to hear any more of his silly remarks. Before they went out of the car, Bobby gave him one more warning look and then they entered the clinic specialized in omegas. There were a few people in there and now that he was out of his suppressants, he could smell everyone and he didn’t know how to feel about that. He could clearly distinguish alphas from omegas and from betas, and he was a bit thrown aback from the overwhelming feeling.
Bobby motioned for him to sit on a chair as he went to talk to the receptionist, but Dean ignored it. If they had come here for his problem, he wouldn’t sit around idly and let someone else take care of him. He might be an omega, but he would never let anyone tell him what to do, not even Bobby with his good intentions. Bobby still was the one to talk to the receptionist and she gave Dean a form to fill in before he could go see the doctor.
They sat and Bobby kept an eye on what Dean filled in, but apart from a fake name and fake health insurance, Dean was completely honest. It was a bit embarrassing to answer some of these questions – have you ever been knotted? Have you had sex during your heat, regardless of gender? – but he tried to be as honest as possible, seeing that Bobby would probably kill him if he lied or omitted anything.
After he was done and the form was given to the receptionist, she smiled and asked them to wait a little bit more. Meanwhile, Dean got a random magazine and started leafing through it, but he soon gave up when he realized most of these magazines were omega magazines, with hints on how to lure alphas, and how to present yourself in today’s society; everything Dean loathed about his gender.
Instead, Dean started drumming his fingers against his thighs, singing something under his breath to keep himself entertained. Bobby was actually reading something at a magazine and Dean couldn’t help but think it was hilarious. Although, maybe this was research – he was a hunter after all – to know more about omegas and maybe help Dean with his predicament. Dean huffed, avoiding looking at Bobby and whatever it was he was reading, and instead he looked around.
There was a couple, an alpha and an omega, and the omega seemed about to burst. They were both whispering, hands on the omega’s huge belly and Dean rolled his eyes at them. There was a lone omega writing something on a notebook, completely enthralled by whatever it was she was writing. And then there was a beta and an omega, and while they were both female, they seemed to be a couple, and Dean was curious about that. Because even though he was an omega who had only ever had sex with betas and other omegas, the suppressants helped him resist any attraction he might have towards an alpha.
The first couple was asked in, just as another left the room, and the alpha helped his mate up and then guided him to the room. Dean watched as they smiled and kept touching each other whenever they could and without realizing, he was envying them. When he did notice what was going on, Dean cleared his throat and looked around, grabbing a magazine again and pretending to read something.
He was the last to be called, and although he would never admit it, he was a pile of nerves. Bobby joined him to talk to the doctor even after he complained that he could do this alone. But Bobby did have a point; if Dean entered alone, he would sugarcoat whatever the doctor said and not follow any of her instructions.
“Dean, right? I’m doctor Haller.” Dean noticed the woman was an omega as well, which was good because he didn’t think he would listen to anything she said had she been a beta, or worse, an alpha. She held her hand to him and shook it, and then she did the same with Bobby, but soon her attention was completely on him again. “So, let’s see here.” She got the form Dean had answered and looked at it. “First heat at sixteen, good age.” She mumbled to herself, but then she stopped, a frown forming on her forehead. “Wait. You were on suppressants for over ten years? There wasn’t even once that you stopped them?” She looked at Dean with concern in her eyes and Dean reminded himself not to freak out.
“No. I… forgot to take them for a few days some days back and had my second heat last week. It lasted—“ He counted on his fingers the days he remembered, but then turned to Bobby. “Six days?” Bobby only nodded and Dean turned back to the doctor, who was still looking worriedly at him.
“Dean. Being on suppressants for this long may cause so many health problems. And not only illnesses related to your reproductive system, but other things like brain damage, kidney malfunction, and even heart attacks and depression.” Dean had no idea of any of that and he could feel Bobby’s gaze piercing him, but he didn’t turn to look at him. “Look, I’m not going to ask the reason you chose to do this, but we’ll need to do many exams to make sure everything’s alright with you. Until we have all the results, I recommend you to not take any medication or have anything alcoholic.”
Dean groaned and he rubbed his hands against his face before looking the woman squarely in the eyes. “Look, lady. I’m fine. I never had anything, I barely even get colds, so I’m pretty sure I’m fine. I just want to go back to my suppressants, or any suppressants you tell me I can take, and be done with it.” Doctor Haller looked mortified, mouth slightly open and she shook her head before speaking.
“Dean, you shouldn’t take any suppressants ever again. You’ve been on it too long. Even if you are perfectly fine, which I honestly hope so, you might still get suddenly sick if you keep taking it.” She was firm in what she said, but Dean would have none of it. However, before he could speak anything, Bobby spoke.
“Doctor Haller, please schedule all of the exams he needs to do. I promise his brother and I will make sure he follows your instructions.” Dean didn’t need to look at him to understand the implications of it, and Dean clenched his jaw because he couldn’t believe Bobby would repeatedly use Sam’s Alpha status to make him do things. “Please forgive the boy. He just lost his father and he’s not coping well.” At that, Dean did turn to look at Bobby, mentally yelling at him How dare you? But the doctor seemed to mellow out after that and she nodded.
“Okay. We can do some of the exams here, such as the urine sample and the blood sample, and then you can schedule with my secretary to either do them here or at a hospital.” Dean nodded and he was ready to stand up when the woman spoke again. “Now, I just need to ask some things to add to your file. Answer them as thoroughly and as truthfully as you can.” Dean sighed, rolled his eyes, but then nodded. “How is your sense of smell?” Dean frowned, because honestly, he was ready for some much more intrusive questions. He shrugged.
“Normal, I guess.” When the woman kept looking at him, he rolled his eyes again and tried to think more about it. “I can tell people apart now. Their specific smell, and if they are alphas, betas or omegas.” She wrote something down and nodded.
“Okay. You were here when the couple with the pregnant omega was here, right?” Dean nodded slowly. “Could you smell that they were bonded or the smell of the child?” Dean was almost saying yes when he stopped to think about it further. Realization sank in and he was a bit shocked to notice that while he had smelled their smells all over each other, he didn’t get the specific smell one had when they were bonded. And he most certainly only smelt two people, not three. He shook his head and Doctor Haller wrote something down as well. “This could mean that your sense of smell is gone forever, which might mean you’ll never notice which alphas are the most compatible with you. Or that the effects of the suppressants haven’t completely faded and in a few more weeks you might be able to smell again. We’ll get back to that later.”
She smiled fondly at him and Dean wondered if being unable to smell was actually something bad. He had spent almost all his life without smelling anything, why would it be any different now? He didn’t plan on finding an alpha and settling down at all, so he had no intention in finding them. On the job, it was sometimes good – such as supernatural creatures luring people with smell – and sometimes bad – not being able to tell a supernatural creature like a vampire or ghoul from humans. Overall, he shouldn’t be as upset as he was – and he blamed his Omega hormones for making him think like that.
“How was your sex drive when you were on the suppressants and what used to attract you to your lovers?” She asked the question so matter-of-factly Dean just blinked at her for a couple of seconds, trying to figure out the best way to answer that.
“I think my sex drive is high. And, hm…” He looked at Bobby who was pointedly looking at the woman’s bookshelf, ignoring him, so Dean was glad to see he was also embarrassed. “I don’t know. A pretty face, I guess? I’m not really picky, I enjoy sex and anyone who’s willing to do it with me is a potential lover. Except when they are alphas.” She wrote something down and then looked up at him.
“That was because it was a conscious decision to not have sex with them, or because you weren’t attracted to them?” Dean blushed and he slouched himself on the chair in embarrassment, as if that would help him disappear.
“Of course I was attracted to them. I just didn’t want any knot heads near my ass.” He was crass, and yet the woman seemed unfazed by his words. She wrote yet some other things down before continuing. He was glad she didn’t ask how he knew who was an alpha and who wasn’t, because Dean didn’t want to explain he was good at observing things. He could pass as a beta, but he knew he was an exception, and that was mostly because he was a great liar. Besides, if he was in doubt, he wouldn’t pursue the person.
“This one might be a bit embarrassing.” She said and looked at the both of them sheepishly. As if her last question hadn’t already been embarrassing to admit with Bobby at his side. So he just braced himself and waited for the worst. “But I need to know about your last heat. How intense was it? How much water did you drink? How much did you manage to eat? How much slick were you producing? Did you bleed?” Dean had to cover his face with his hands for a moment as he felt himself blushing violently. It was even worse than he had thought, damn.
“It was… very intense. I don’t have much to compare to. My first heat lasted four days and it had been pretty intense during days two and three, but the first and last day were… manageable.” Dean rubbed his temple before looking the woman in the eye and continuing. “Last heat caught me by surprise and in less than two hours I was already… a mindless breeding machine. It got a bit better after the fourth day, and I could eat since then, but I managed to drink some water during the other days. And my slick was… Okay? I really don’t know how to answer that. There was a lot of it, but definitely no blood.” She nodded and wrote yet something else down.
“Okay. For now that’s all I need to know. Could you come with me so we can take the blood sample?” She smiled at him as she got up, Dean did the same. Bobby mumbled something about waiting outside and Dean wondered if he’d be able to look the man in the eye ever again without remembering of this day.
Dean followed the doctor and did everything she told him to. She even got his height, weight and blood sugar checked, always writing things down on his file. When he finally was free to go, it was to come back two days from now to do some exams.
To be continued…
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Oh my Irene, wincestmas anon, I LOVE IT! I MEAN, NOT EVERY STORY LITERALLY GOES INTO THE MEDICIAL CONDITIONS/SIDE EFFECTS OF THE HEATS THAT OMEGA’S HAVE WHEN THEY TAKE SUPPRESANTS FOR TOO LONG, AND I ABSOULELTY LOVE IT SO SO SO MUCH!
#wincest#wincestmas!anon❄#wincestmas#AHHHH I LOVE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW#YOU MAKE ME SO HAPPYYYYY#sirin#submission
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Day 10 – On the tenth day of Christmas, Wincestmas gave to me: a many-years-old WIP about A/B/O dynamics
Warnings: Alpha!Sam, Omega!Dean, A/B/O dynamics, Bobby being the best ever, post season 1, a lot of angst tbh, but hopefully a happy ending, although tbh I haven’t exactly finished this fic and don’t think I’ll be able to finish it by the end of the event, but I’ll continue writing it for you if you like it, idk any other warnings for now, except a bit of masturbation but now really all that descriptive
Dean wasn’t a scholar, but it didn’t mean he’d simply ignore whatever was going on in order to not learn. Sometimes he did have some very interesting classes, but most of the time they sucked – after all, he didn’t see how he’d use any of that information in the life he was going to follow. It was why when he was thirteen he realized he might not be an alpha like his father. Sure, he had the built and the strength and even the swag, but his personality traits, his attitudes, everything else seemed to point out that he’d be an omega. He couldn’t be sure, and he hoped that if anything went wrong – like him not being an alpha – that he at least would become a beta instead of an omega.
Life didn’t quite agree with him.
When he was sixteen, he had his first heat. His father locked him in a hotel room and drove Sam to stay at a friend’s while Dean’s “problem” was resolved.
They didn’t talk about it. John just managed to get heat suppressants and found some deodorant that would be able to fake Dean’s now sweet smell.
Dean didn’t go see a doctor how he had seen in his class omegas were supposed to.
Dean didn’t ask questions or even talk about it with his dad or anyone else really.
Dean kept it his dirty secret from everybody else and he hated it.
However, doing what he did in his life, it was almost easy to forget what he was. However, when he was nineteen and Sammy had barely turned fifteen, the younger popped his knot and Dean saw how proud John was, how differently they were treated. In John’s eyes, Sam was now more capable of handling a situation and was trying to involve the younger more and more in cases, but Sam was obviously focusing on his studies. While Dean didn’t understand why he wanted to study, he did motivate and encourage Sam to study and to follow his dreams – even if they were going to end with the same destiny: following John’s steps.
It didn’t exactly happen the way he thought, though. Sam, being an alpha, couldn’t stop butting heads with John who made rules and expected them to be followed, but Sam didn’t back down. In these moments, Dean’s omega side was so obvious he more often than not left them fighting and tried to get drunk. Seeing his father and brother arguing, hearing John saying bad things to Sammy and Sammy telling him he was going to leave soon for college was too hard for Dean to bear.
He tried his best to cope, though. But it broke his heart when Sam actually left. At the same time, he could once more forget what he was.
Then his father went missing, Dean went to Sam for help, found him with a pretty omega although they were not mated yet, and he relished on the fact of having his brother back. It hurt, a couple of days later, when he dropped his brother back at his place in Stanford, but even more so when Jessica died exactly the same way as Mary.
They managed to move on as much as they could, trying to find John, and all in all it was perfect. Dean had missed Sam terribly, and looking at the man Sam had become made Dean extremely proud – mostly because he knew that most of who Sam was today was due to Dean’s care, and maybe it was his omega instinct telling him he had done a great job at raising him, but this time Dean didn’t care. If being an omega meant Sam would become this wonderful human being, Dean was okay with that.
Things were good for a while. They went into hunts together, Dean almost died once, he learnt about Sam’s visions and eventually they found dad.
Then Dean went into a coma. Things went downhill from there.
First their dad died. He died because he sold his soul to the damned yellow-eyed demon they had been hunting for years. Before dying he told Dean to look out for Sammy and that he might have to kill his own brother. So honestly? Dean felt like shit.
They decided to go to Bobby’s house so they could take care of the Impala and even rest for a while before hitting the road again.
However, a few miles before arriving to Bobby’s, Dean started feeling his skin itching and body heat rising. He tried to ignore it, mostly because in a couple of hours they’d arrive at their destination. But then he heard Sam sniffing the air and he frowned, looking at his brother and then back at the road. It didn’t last a full minute before Sam finally spoke.
“You’re smelling different.” Dean hit the breaks so violently that they almost hit the front window of the car. Dean now understood his symptoms. He was going to go into heat within the day, so he needed to get to Bobby’s fast. Dean cleared his throat and accelerated again.
“What? Of course not. What does that even mean?” How could he be so stupid? Of course he hadn’t been given any heat suppressants during his stay at the hospital – he was in a coma after all – and after that Dean completely forgot about it. He had had so many things in mind after that he hadn’t even taken any of his suppressants. He never spent more than three days without it, and now, as if his body knew he hadn’t had a heat in almost a decade, it took this opportunity to come at him – and quick, if the slight slick coming out of him was anything to go by.
“What? Dean! You’re…” Sam came closer then, and sniffed once more. “You’re smelling so good.” His voice was rough and low, a bit of his alpha side showing, and that was when Dean knew he had to put a stop in this.
“Out!” He said as he stopped the car once more. Sam snapped out of his haze and looked at Dean scandalized. Before he could speak, though, Dean demanded him to leave once more. “You can hitchhike or even walk to Bobby, I don’t care, just get out!” Then Dean was leaning onto Sam’s personal space to open the door and push Sam out. Once Sam had his duffle out of the car, Dean accelerated even more.
Dean knew it was unfair – Sam was probably confused, not understanding what was going on and maybe even dazed because of Dean’s sudden heat. But he couldn’t explain now. He couldn’t just sit through two hours with slick coming out of his hole and his very alpha and very handsome brother. The little crush he had been developing for Sam – and totally ignoring it – would even worsen if they stayed in close proximity right now.
Some minutes later, when he was trying to sort out what to do and how to control his needs until he arrived at Bobby, Dean realised that Sam had acted weird. In the life they had to follow, they met many omegas and Dean was pretty sure some ghosts and even other creatures faked a heat smell to lure their victims – although his sense of smell had been completely off due to the suppressants –, but Sam had never been affected by them. However, now, when he smelled Dean, he got closer, he almost looked like he had lost himself in his smell.
Dean’s most primitive part of his mind told him Sam desired him – maybe just as much as Dean desired his little brother – and his body reacted instinctively at that. A low moan escaped his lips and he could feel himself getting hotter and wetter by the moment. He hit the accelerator harder and tried to get to Bobby in record time.
What could not happen was for him to be on heat on the road.
Miraculously, Dean did manage to get to Bobby in less than two hours, and although he was shivering, his skin burning and his hole clenching at nothing but begging to be filled, he knocked desperately at Bobby’s door – however he didn’t need to wait much, for Bobby was soon opening the door and ushering inside, mumbling something about stupid kids and how Sam had called earlier and asked him to help. Dean didn’t listen, he couldn’t concentrate much. But he trusted Bobby – who was a beta, so he wouldn’t be affected by Dean’s smell – and let the older man guide him to a safe room.
“Stay here. You’ll find water and food in here. I don’t think you’ll need much more than that. I’ll come check on you in two days.” Dean nodded and tried to smile, but his body needed relief and he started undressing even before Bobby closed and locked the door.
At that moment, Dean remembered how much he hated what he truly was. Being an omega reduced one to an uncontrolled mess. He had two fingers inside him as soon as his pants and boxers were shoved down. He let himself lay on the bed to find other positions in which the self-pleasuring could be good enough to end this burning in his core.
But nothing seemed to work. Because heats went on for days and after years taking suppressants and not having a single heat, it came in full force and nothing seemed enough. He needed to be knotted, and in his brief conscious moments, Dean thanked Bobby for locking him inside. He did manage to drink when the heat became slightly bearable, but he couldn’t eat anything.
Two days later, Bobby came with more water and to check if the heat was anywhere near its ending, but Dean felt just as desperate as before – in fact, Bobby was smelling like Sam, like an alpha, and Dean had to try his best not to flee the room and jump his brother and beg him for his knot. What he did then was to lie down on his side and let a loud and desperate cry escape his lips. Bobby probably noticed something was wrong, because he left after it promising to come back again in two days.
Dean started to feel a little better due to his fifth day of heat. It would still hit him at full force, but the time between the heat waves were getting longer and his body started accepting food. When Bobby came, he told the older man so and asked him to come back the next day, because he was positive he’d be feeling better. He was, in fact, better the next day, but the heat wasn’t completely over yet, so they waited one more day.
When it was finally over, Dean spent almost two hours in the shower and Bobby even managed to buy enough food for a very hungry Dean. He obviously avoided Sam’s eyes, although he knew his brother was following every step he took and wasn’t going to let it go so soon – but at least in front of Bobby they wouldn’t start a fight.
They were silent as they ate, and after Bobby was done he looked at Sam, gave him a warning look and stood up.
“I need to research some things now. Clean your mess when you’re finished, boys.” And he left the two brothers alone in the kitchen. Dean knew it had to be Sam’s idea so they could talk, and if he weren’t so hungry, he’d have left as well.
“Aren’t you going to explain to me what happened, Dean?” Dean was still avoiding Sam’s eyes, but he looked very interested at his own plate, filling his mouth even more with food before replying.
“I think it was pretty obvious what happened.” He simply replied, shoving more food inside his mouth, trying to be nonchalant about it – but obviously failing.
“For you maybe. I had no idea you were an omega, Dean.” Sam’s voice was somewhat desperate, and although Dean didn’t look up, he did slow down on his eating. “When did you find out? Is the suppressant you’ve been taking a good one? I mean, is it a healthy one? Jess had told me some were terrible for an omega’s health and body… And why haven’t you ever told me about this?” Dean rolled his eyes and finally looked at Sam as if he were crazy.
“Look, Sammy, although it’s lovely you care, you should know I’m fine. I’ll go back to the suppressants later today and we can go back to me being a beta. And we don’t talk about this. Never.” And Dean was going to stand up, but Sam’s hand on his thigh stopped him. He looked annoyingly to his brother then, waiting for him to disagree – because Sam could never let anything go.
“Stop, Dean. Answer me. I can’t pretend you’re not an omega and I will talk about this. Why don’t we discuss this now and stop all the headache we’ll probably have later?” Sam did have a point, although Dean wanted to disagree. “Were you omitting this because you were ashamed? Was it dad’s fault?” Sam didn’t even have the time to dodge the punch that hit him in the jaw. He did look scandalized at Dean though, and the oldest was fuming.
“Don’t you dare talk about dad. He just died! In my place! Don’t you fucking think he’d have done anything within his power to do whatever was right for me? For us?” Sam stood up as well, hands raised so Dean wouldn’t feel pressured. “So yeah, I’ve never talked about it with anyone, not even him. And it’s going to continue this way. In our lives, we can’t just march outside being an omega. They’re easy prey, helpless and useless—“
“Of course not! You’ve proven you’re anything but all those things, Dean! Stop with the stereotype that omegas are the ones in distress who need an almighty alpha to protect them. You should know, more than anyone else, that this is not true!” Dean licked his lips then and squinted his eyes at Sam. Then he just turned around and left.
How dare Sam talk like that? What did he know, anyway? He dated an omega, but as far as Dean knew, Jess was the personification of omega, so how dare Sam say that stereotypes didn’t matter? Sam was an alpha, his father celebrated when he first popped his knot, he could scare people just from his stare. Sure, Dean could be very menacing when he tried, but if he didn’t take any suppressants, he’s sure no one would take him seriously. And in his job, he could not risk it.
But the worst part was that Sam had insinuated that dad had done something wrong. As if not talking about it was a mistake their father had made. Dean knew his father was only trying to protect him – although deep inside he had his doubts, but he’d never voice them.
Dean headed out to his baby, finally seeing his beloved car after all they had gone through and his heart actually ached when he saw her state. Wanting to stop thinking about his condition, about dad’s death, about his discussion with Sammy, Dean made it his mission to fix the Impala. He took the tool box from the shed and put it near his car. It wasn’t long before Dean was under the car, trying to see everything that would need fixing.
He had no idea how long he spent with his car, until Bobby came to him, hands in his pockets. Dean looked at him before returning to what he was doing and they remained in silence for a while, until Dean sighed and turned to the man.
“What?” He knew he shouldn’t be angry at Bobby, not when the man helped him through his heat without asking questions.
“I don’t know, son. I was expecting you to tell me.” Dean frowned and Bobby just rolled his eyes, as if Dean was being particularly dense. “Your father never told me you’re an omega. Not that it would matter, but apparently not even your brother knew.” Dean glared at Bobby and then returned to what he was doing, still listening to the man, although unwillingly. “I don’ know much ‘bout heats, but yours seemed a bit intense.” When Dean didn’t say anything, only clenched his jaw, it was Bobby’s turn to sigh. “I just wanted t’ know when was the last time you went to the doctor.”
Dean visibly tensed then, hesitating for a slight moment before continuing with the piece of the car he was working on. Bobby, noticing his silence, crossed his arms, realization sinking in.
“You’ve never been to a doctor, have ya?” Dean just looked at him and then felt his shoulders sagging forward, as he let the pieces on the table. “Dammit, Dean. Go take a shower and get dressed. We’re leaving in an hour.”
“What?” That made Dean look around to see Bobby who stopped from returning to his house when Dean spoke.
“I’m taking you to the doctor, you idjit. And I won’t take no for an answer. Now, will you go willingly or should I call Sam and ask him to control you?” Dean gritted his teeth at the implication Bobby was making. With his father dead, Sam was technically the alpha responsible for Dean, but the idea of an omega having to belong to their family or later on to their alpha was ancient and he knew Bobby honestly didn’t think that, but it still angered him.
“Don’t involve Sam into this.” He gritted out, making his way inside to take a shower so he could head out with Bobby.
When he was finally ready, Dean made his way downstairs and heard Bobby tell Sam that he was going with Dean to town to buy a few things for their car, and although Sam was trying to convince Bobby to go along, the older man would have none of it and told him to do some random research for him. Once they were in the car, Dean kept fidgeting, not really wanting to admit that he was scared as fuck, but he was. Which was irrational, clearly, since he had never had any problem that required him going to the doctors to check on his reproductive system.
“Why are you doing this?” His voice was too low, almost shy, and Bobby looked over to him at the driver’s seat, but Dean was avoiding his eyes.
“You have no idea how dangerous it is for an omega to go years without a heat? You’re lucky you didn’t have anything so far.” Dean still didn’t understand the sudden worry, because just like Bobby had said, he had never had anything. “We’re just going to see if everything’s okay with you and you’ll follow the doctor’s damn instructions or you want me to go in with you and hold your freaking hand to make sure you’ll take care of yourself?”
“Jeez, Bobby, I get it. I still think there’s no need for you to take me to a doctor, but chill. I’ll do it.” Dean still didn’t want to, but part of him was a bit curious to know, to learn more about himself. He’d probably return to the suppressants and buy a new supply of deodorants to hide his smell, but for now it would be interesting to know more of what’s going on.
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Oh my irene, this is so good -- so when you have time to finish it you totally should! And a WIP that you never finished but showed it to me, i, i feel honored. AND ITS YEARS OLD TOO!!!! AWESOME!!! I needed this too tonight.
#wincest#wincestmas!anon❄#I LOVE IT AND YOU LEAVE ME ON A EMPTY ENDING???#I LOVE YOUUUU#THANK YOU SO MUCH#submission
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Day 9 – On the ninth day of Christmas, Wincestmas gave to me: another very incestuous fanmix
Warnings: N/A
Somebody To Die For, by Hurts { i could drag you from the ocean, i could pull you from the fire and when you’re standing in the shadows, i could open up the sky and i could give you my devotion until the end of time and you will never be forgotten with me by your side. i’ve got nothing left to live for, got no reason yet to die but when i’m standing in the gallows, i’ll be staring at the sky. because no matter where they take me, death i will survive and i will never be forgotten with you by my side. cause i don’t need this life, i just need somebody to die for, somebody to cry for when i’m lonely. when i’m standing in the fire, i will look him in the eye and i will let the devil know that i was brave enough to die and there’s no hell that he can show me that’s deeper than my pride cause i will never be forgotten, forever i’ll fight. }
Salvation, by Gabrielle Aplin { you are the avalanche, one world away, my make believing while i’m wide awake. just a trick of light to bring me back around again. those wild eyes, a psychedelic silhouette. i never meant to fall for you but i was buried underneath and all that i could see was white. my salvation, my my. you are the snowstorm, i’m purified. the darkest fairytale in the dead of night. let the band play out as i’m making my way home again. glorious we transcend into a psychedelic silhouette. i never meant to fall for you but i was buried underneath and all that i could see was white. my salvation, my my }
I’ll Keep You Safe, by Sleeping at Last { i’ll keep you safe. try hard to concentrate, hold out your hand, can you feel the weight of it? the whole world at your fingertips. don’t be, don’t be afraid. our mistakes, they were bound to be made, but i promise you i’ll keep you safe. … your darkness will be rewritten into a work of fiction, you’ll see. as you pull on every ribbon, you’ll find every secret it keeps. the sound of the branches breaking under your feet, the smell of the falling and burning of leaves, the bitterness of winter or the sweetness of spring. you are an artist, your heart is your masterpiece and i’ll keep it safe. }
The Last Time, by Taylor Swift feat. Gary Lightbody { i find myself at your door, just like all those times before. i’m not sure how i got there, all roads, they lead me here. i imagine you are home in your room, all alone and you open your eyes into mine and everything feels better. and right before your eyes, i’m breaking. no past, no reasons why, just you and me. this is the last time i’m asking you this: put my name at the top of your list. this is the last time i’m asking you why you break my heart in the blink of an eye, eye, eye. you find yourself at my door, just like all those times before. you wear your best apology but i was there to watch you leave. and all the times i let you in, just for you to go again, disappear when you come back. everything is better. and right before your eyes i’m aching. no past, nowhere to hide, just you and me. … this is the last time you tell me i’ve got it wrong. this is the last time i say: it’s been you all along. this is the last time i let you in my door. this is the last time, i won’t hurt you anymore. }
Underwater, by Mika { bursting through a blood red sky, a slow landslide and the world we leave behind. it’s enough to lose your head, disappear and not return again. when i fall to my feet, wearin’ my heart on my sleeve, all i see just don’t make sense. you are the port of my call. you shot and leavin’ me raw. now i know you’re amazing. ‘cause all i need is the love you breathe, put your lips on me and i can live underwater, underwater, underwater! flying through a bright blue sky with a space boy high from the world i leave behind. it’s enough to lose my head, disappear and not be seen again. … }
Sleep On The Floor, by The Lumineers { forget what Father Brennan said, we were not born in sin. leave a note on your bed, let your mother know you’re safe. and by the time she wakes, we’ll have driven through the state. we’ll have driven through the night, baby come on. if the sun don’t shine on me today and if the subways flood and bridges break, will you lay yourself down and dig your grave? or will you rail against your dying day? }
Youth, by Troye Sivan { what if, what if we run away? what if, what if we left today? what if we said goodbye to safe and sound? and what if, what if we’re hard to find? what if, what if we lost our minds? what if we let them fall behind and they’re never found? and when the lights start flashing like a photo booth and the stars exploding, we’ll be fireproof. my youth, my youth is yours, tripping on skies, sipping waterfalls. my youth, my youth is yours, run away now and forevermore. my youth, my youth is yours, a truth so loud you can’t ignore. what if, what if we start to drive? what if, what if we close our eyes? what if we’re speeding through red lights into paradise? cause we’ve no time for getting old. mortal body; timeless souls. cross your fingers, here we go. }
Don’t Deserve You, by Plumb { you’re the first face that i see and the last thing i think about. you’re the reason that i’m alive, you’re what i can’t live without. you never give up. when i’m falling apart, your arms are always open wide. and you’re quick to forgive when i make a mistake. you love me in the blink of an eye. i don’t deserve your love but you give it to me anyway. i can’t get enough, you’re everything i need. and when i walk away, you take off running and come right after me. it’s what you do and i don’t deserve you. you’re the light inside my eyes, you give me reason to keep trying. you give me more than i could dream and you bring me to my knees. your heart is golden. how am i the one that you’ve chosen to love? i still can’t believe that you’re right next to me after all that i’ve done. i don’t deserve a chance like this. i don’t deserve a love that gives me everything, you’re everything i want. }
Stay, by Hurts { my whole life, waiting for the right time, to tell you how i feel. and though i tried to tell you that i need you, here i am without you. i feel so lost but what can i do? because i know this love seems real, but i don’t know how to feel. we say goodbye in the pouring rain and i break down as you walk away. stay, stay. cause all my life i’ve felt this way, but i could never find the words to say: stay, stay. alright. everything is alright since you came along. and before you i had nowhere to run to and nothing to hold on to, i came so close to giving it up. and i wonder if you know how it feels to let you go? so change your mind and say you’re mine, don’t leave tonight, stay. }
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hey, thanks for making me cry again. I needed this, so thank you. Your song selection is perfect, it really is. I really do want to be friends, and im scared that you dont want to in all honesty.
#wincest#wincestmas!anon❄#i feel like a worthless fuck up#so thank you for cheering me up#submission
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Wincestmas anon: hello!!! Did you receive the playlist I sent yesterday?? :) If Tumblr ate the submission, let me know so I can send again later today!
PLAYLIST??? WINCESTMAS ANON YOU MADE ME ANOTHER PLAYLIST??? PLEASE I NEED IT! ALSO I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!
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Day 8 – On the eighth day of Christmas, Wincestmas gave to me: the last part of the fluffy fairy tale AU
Warnings: Underage, Fairy Tale AU, Mary making bad decisions
“I need to confess something.” Sam spoke as they reached the end of the woods, the dawn breaking through the leaves of the trees, making their path lighter and easier to follow.
“Huh? What is it?” Dean asked, smiling softly at him. They had fallen into a nice silence after Dean talked for so long about the woods and its plants and berries. Sam had been intrigued and asked many questions, interested in learning more. Dean had promised to take him back sometime to teach him about it.
“I’m… I’m not only of royal blood, I…” Sam paused for a moment, ashamed of keeping this a secret, but knowing that once he was seen, everyone would scream that the prince was back. “I’m actually the prince. My name’s Samuel Winchester.” Dean stopped on his tracks, eyes wide. Sam turned to look at him and he watched as all sorts of expressions went through Dean’s face. It was clear that the boy was surprised, shocked and… a little sad? Sam hadn’t known Dean long, but from what he could see, Dean was upset about the news. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you…”
“No, it’s… It’s okay… Just…” Dean blushed and frowned, looking at the ground before remembering they had to continue walking. They resumed walking and Dean was still thoughtful, until he stopped again and took hold of Sam’s hand. “Will you still be my friend? I mean, I don’t know anyone in the kingdom, I don’t know anyone my age. I don’t even know if it’ll be okay for me to become a knight.” Sam’s expression softened and he held Dean’s hand, giving it a light squeeze.
“I don’t like following the rules, so even if they say I’m not allowed to be your friend, I will. I know the kingdom like the back of my hand. I’ll find you in secret if I need to.” Dean seemed a little relieved and he smiled at Sam before looking at their hands and letting go, his cheeks growing redder.
“Great. I mean, I don’t want to get you in trouble.” He added, but Sam just shook his head.
They continued walking to the kingdom in silence, and once they reached the little town before the castle, whispers started. Soon, knights came, some on foot and others on horses, and they rounded Sam up.
“Your Royal Highness!” One of them said, bowing as he approached, worry on his face. “Your parents have been worried sick about you.” He side-eyed Dean, disgust clear in his face as he did so, but he completely ignored Dean. That angered Sam. Dean had been nothing but polite, nice and kind to him, and just because he was clearly a peasant, the knights were looking down on him.
“Yes, well…” He started, stepping closer to Dean. “I’m here now, and I’m fine. All thanks to him.” Sam pointed out, looking at Dean and opening an honest smile. That made Dean relax a little by his side, and he tried smiling back at the knights, but none of their eyes were on Dean. Sam’s expression darkened when he returned his gaze to his knight. “I demand a meeting with my parents.” The knights nodded, the ones on horses promptly left to warn the king and queen about the prince’s arrival. “Dean will be with me.”
“But, Your Royal Highness…” One of them started, but Sam rose a hand, silencing him.
“No buts. He’ll stay with me for the meeting. Now, take us to my parents.” Sam ordered and the knights nodded, clearly against their will.
“Yes, Your Royal Highness.”
Sam noticed Dean was tense beside him, so he walked closer to him, their arms brushing as they went. Dean looked at him and smiled, but he remained anxious.
Once they arrived at the castle, Dean’s mouth fell open, looking at everything in awe. Comparing Sam’s home to Dean’s cabin in the woods, Sam understood why Dean was so surprised by the size of it all. The ceilings were incredibly high, the windows just as big, and the doors were easily the size of Dean’s cabin in height – probably even higher.
When they entered the Royal Hall, the queen ran to Sam and hugged him, crying. Sam hugged his mom back, guilt washing over him. He knew they’d be upset, but he hadn’t fully grasped just how much until now. He held tightly onto his mom and let her cry and apprehend him in hushed tones, laced with loving words. When she was ready to let go, she smiled at him and looked at Dean.
Sam expected her to thank him for helping her son, or maybe just asking who he was, but what Mary did was completely uncharacteristic. Her expression changed from relieved to shocked and then to afraid. She looked at John, who had been waiting for his turn to pull his son for a hug, but John had a confused expression on his face. She tried to mask it all with a smile, but Sam knew her heart wasn’t on it.
“Welcome.” She said, finally turning to Dean, who was still clearly tense, but was trying his hardest to be polite. Dean tried bowing, just like he saw the knight do, but it was stilted and weird, and Sam couldn’t help but smile tenderly at him. “Thank you for bringing my son home. We’ll arrange that your kindness doesn’t go unnoticed.”
Dean looked at Sam and, before Dean had a chance to speak, Sam spoke.
“Mom, I was thinking maybe Dean could become a knight? He’s a bit older than most knights are when they start, but I’m sure he’ll do a great job!” Sam spoke excitedly, already imagining training with Dean, helping him learn to hold and wield a sword. Mary, however, crushed his dreams instantly.
“No.” It was so abrupt that everyone, including John, were shocked.
“Mary?” John asked in a low tone, more than just curiosity in that one word. Mary looked at him and then at Dean again, eyes softening for a brief instant before she looked at Sam.
“Sammy, darling, you know our rules regarding becoming a knight. And Dean… He simply can’t be one of them.”
“Why not?!” Sam asked loudly, growing angry. “And don’t call me Sammy. I’m not a baby anymore!” Mary was shocked by his son’s reaction, but before she could say anything, John put a hand on her shoulder.
“Son, I’ll have a talk to your mother, and we’ll decide what’s best for Dean. Why don’t you show him around the castle?” Sam frowned, confused. Usually, John was the sternest of the two of them, and Mary was softer, spoiling him easily. But now, Mary was acting weird and John was on Sam’s side?
Instead of pointing this out, Sam decided to accept his father’s bargain and nodded, taking Dean by the hand and pulling him out of there. They walked aimlessly for a moment before Dean chuckled. Sam looked at him, and he could see that, although Dean was pretending to be entertained, he was actually sad.
“I don’t think your parents liked me much.” He was clearly uncomfortable and that made Sam angry at his parents once again.
“Hey, don’t mind them. They have so many stupid rules, that’s why I’m always breaking them. And even if they don’t come around, I’ll make them see how amazing a knight you’d be.” Dean smiled at him, but Sam knew right then that, if it was decided that Dean should go back home and not become a knight, he would do as told. Dean followed rules, even if they inconvenienced him. It was honourable, but also annoying.
Sam sighed, taking Dean to his room, tired of being in the eyes of knights, maids and butlers. Besides, he wanted to enjoy Dean in privacy before they took him away from him.
When they entered Sam’s room, Dean was once again in awe and Sam smiled fondly. It was amazing how hard he had fallen in love with a boy he barely knew, but he had, and he had no regrets. Dean was beautiful, kind and eager, and Sam liked that.
Sam motioned for Dean to sit on the loveseat he had by his window, and Dean did, looking out, having a beautiful view of the whole kingdom, and then beyond, into the woods. Sam sat beside him, looking at Dean as the boy looked out the window. When Dean finally soaked that view in, he turned to look at Sam with a smile, but then blushed when he noticed they were so close.
“What…?” Dean asked, bringing a hand to his face. “Is there something on my face?” He rubbed at himself, and Sam took his hand away from his face, making Dean’s eyes lock on his. Sam could feel himself blushing as well, his heart beating fast.
“Can I kiss you?” Sam asked, his boldness urging him to take advantage of the situation, afraid of not seeing Dean ever again if his parents decided Dean couldn’t become a knight. Dean, if possible, blushed even more, eyes a little wide. He opened his mouth and closed it a couple of times, before giving a determined nod.
Sam could explode from happiness at that moment. He had never kissed anyone, always thought his first kiss would be with his wife on his wedding day, but he couldn’t let this opportunity pass. He knew he probably shouldn’t do this – even if Dean did become a knight, Sam would still be expected to marry a princess and have heirs. Dean, as a man, was unable to give him that.
However, Sam let himself be selfish. He had never fallen in love, and now that he had, he didn’t want to let Dean go.
Sam got closer, slowly, and Dean closed his eyes. Sam, unable to take his eyes off Dean’s beautiful face, only closed his when his lips met Dean’s.
And by all gods, Dean’s lips were the softest thing Sam had ever felt in his entire life – and he grew up with velvet, satin, and all the most expensive fabric men could make, and yet, Dean’s lips managed to be softer, even more inviting.
However, the kiss didn’t last long. Almost as soon as their lips met, Dean’s whole body went soft and Sam had to hold him so he wouldn’t fall down. Sam wondered if Dean had just fainted from being kissed, or if something had happened. He tried calling the boy’s name, tried giving soft slaps on Dean’s face in an attempt to wake him up, but nothing worked.
After a few minutes, Sam brought Dean to his bed, lying him there. Dean looked like he had fallen asleep, and yet, that was terrifying.
Without thinking twice, Sam left his room in a hurry, locking the door behind himself. He ran through the castle, to his parents’ quarters, but they weren’t there. He tried the throne room, but they also weren’t there. He finally went to the meeting room where they had talked with them earlier, and he was surprised to see that his parents weren’t alone.
Castiel was also there.
The three of them turned to Sam as he entered, tears in his eyes. Before he could say anything, Mary shook her head and brought her hands to her mouth.
“Oh no.” Sam heard her whisper and noticed that she was also crying.
“What is it?” Castiel asked, and Sam turned to him, confused. But then, remembering what Dean had told him, Sam decided to just tell them what happened.
“Dean fainted. I… I can’t wake him up. I don’t know what happened and—” Before he could continue speaking, Mary grabbed him by the shoulders.
“What did you do?” Sam’s eyes widened and he shook his head.
“Nothing, I—” She interrupted him again.
“What did you do?” She asked, louder, but John came to her, pulling her to his chest.
“Castiel, is there anything that can be done?” Sam felt like there was something important that he was missing.
“Unfortunately, nothing within my power.” Mary sobbed, hiding her face on John’s chest. He could only hold her, a pained expression on his face.
“What… What’s going on? What are you talking about?” Sam frowned. Castiel turned to him with a sad expression, and then turned to Mary.
“I think you should tell him the truth.” Mary shook her head, still sobbing.
“Tell me what?” Sam asked, louder this time, growing anxious by the second. If they knew what was wrong with Dean, why weren’t they doing anything?
“Sam, your mother…” John started and then paused, giving a long sigh. “She made a mistake.” Sam just looked at his father. “Mary. You should be the one to explain. I’m still trying to… understand what you’ve just told me.”
Castiel helped Mary sit on a chair and, putting two fingers on her forehead, a light emanated from the tips of his fingers. Sam’s eyes widened and he looked at Castiel, alarmed, but both Mary and John apparently thought this was normal. Once Castiel was done, Mary was calmer, breathing slower, tears subsiding.
“Sam, sit here.” She asked, and Sam sat beside her. Mary took his hands in hers and held them tenderly, much like she had done multiple times. “When I met your father, I fell in love with him at first sight. He was kind, generous, funny. I knew I wanted to marry him from the beginning. However, after we got engaged, a neighbouring kingdom was attacked, and we lent some of our own Knights to help them fight. Your father… He was one of them.”
“What does this have to do with anything?” Sam interrupted, looking at his father, but John had such a weird expression on his face and that left Sam even more anxious.
“John was badly wounded in the battle, and there wasn’t anything that could be done to save his life.” Mary said, softly and Sam frowned. “I… I loved him. I couldn’t just let him die.” Sam understood that, he was feeling the same towards Dean, who had just fainted and wouldn’t wake up. Sam almost said that, but he knew he couldn’t just say that he was in love with Dean. “I went to a man, a sorcerer. I begged him to cure your father. And he did.” Sam nodded in understanding, still confused. “However, in exchange, my second child would fall in love with their sibling, bringing disgrace upon the kingdom.”
Sam frowned, not really following Mary’s story. Sam was an only child, so she shouldn’t be worried about having a sibling falling in love with him – and even if he ended up having a sibling in the future, Sam knew that his heart belonged to Dean.
“I got pregnant soon after I got married. No one knew, only your father and some selected maids. I didn’t even leave my room after I started showing. I decided to keep his life a secret. John didn’t know what I had done, so I entrusted Castiel with the life of my baby. We lied to John, saying that the child had been dead. We mourned him, both of us. John because he honestly thought his son had died, and me because I wanted to have my son, but it was too dangerous to keep him here.”
As Mary spoke, Sam started to comprehend. Mary had had a baby before him, a baby she had given Castiel to look after. The only person Castiel looked after was Dean, which made Sam the second son who fell in love with his older sibling. Sam almost didn’t notice when his mother continued speaking.
“The sorcerer came to me one day, not long after his birth. He knew what I had done, somehow. And he worsened the curse put on me. Now, when my firstborn was kissed by his one true love, he’d die. Castiel put some spells of his own, but he isn’t a sorcerer, he can’t undo a spell like this and…”
“Your first child… it’s Dean.” Mary nodded, still crying, but subdued by whatever Castiel did to her. “And I just killed him.”
“I don’t believe you killed him.” Castiel spoke, and Sam remembered that he wasn’t alone with his mother, realising too late that he had just confessed to kissing Dean. “My spells… I believe it only put Dean in an endless slumber.”
“Oh, yeah, so much better to sleep forever than to be dead!” Sam basically yelled, sarcasm dripping from his tone. Mary flinched and Sam was angry. He was angry that his whole life he had been sheltered just because he couldn’t fall in love with his brother, and he was angry because he didn’t grow up with a brother in the first place. He was also angry that Dean had had to live in a cabin in the woods for twenty years, instead of having the comfort Sam had.
“Asleep, we can try figuring out how to wake up without messing with the nature of the world. Dead things should stay dead. Asleep, it’s possible to wake up.” Castiel said and, though Sam wanted to feel at ease with what he said, he couldn’t help but remain angry. He looked at his dad, to his mom and lastly, to Castiel.
“You’ll work day and night and you won’t stop until you wake him up.” Sam said, pointing at Castiel.
“Samuel!” Mary exclaimed, and Sam turned to her.
“I’ll make sure he comes back to life. And when he does, if he feels for me what I feel for him, no one, not even you, dad, or this entire kingdom, will manage to tear us apart.” And with that, he left. He heard his mother saying his name again, but he didn’t return. He had to stay by Dean’s side.
And that was what happened. Castiel would spend the majority of his time by Dean’s side, trying different types of spells, prayers and even herbal, medical things, but nothing worked. Sam wouldn’t leave Dean’s side, too worried that if he left him, Castiel would slack off – or worse, Castiel find a way to wake Dean up and Sam not there to see.
Three months later, everyone was growing restless. John and Mary because they wanted Sam to leave his room, to eat with them by the table, to go to practice, to even walk around town if he wished, but Sam wouldn’t budge. Castiel was running out of spells and Sam could clearly see that he was becoming hopeless.
Sam, however, wouldn’t give up.
Castiel left the room for the night and Sam lay by Dean’s side, just watching him, as he did most of the nights. Then he brought a hand to Dean’s face, caressing it tenderly.
“How am I supposed to live without you now that I’ve met you?” Sam whispered. He had had this monologue most nights, but he couldn’t stop thinking about it. “I know you’re my brother and I know these feelings started because of a curse, but I wouldn’t change anything. I love you. I need you to wake up, to come back to me.”
And with that, he kissed Dean on the lips, a tear falling onto Dean’s cheek.
He lowered his head to Dean’s chest and started crying, clutching at Dean’s midsection.
Sam almost leapt over the bed when he felt a hand on his arm. He let go of Dean long enough to see that it was Dean, eyes opening slowly. Unable to believe his eyes, Sam sobbed harder, and Dean sat on the bed, pulling him closer.
“What is it? Why are you crying?” Dean asked and Sam could only hold onto him with all his might. “Sammy, speak to me.”
“I thought I’d lose you forever.” Sam finally managed to speak, looking up at Dean again.
“I’m here. I’m not leaving you.” Dean smiled, leaning forward to give Sam a kiss, but Sam put some distance between them, and Dean looked puzzled. “Sorry, I must have misunderstood—”
“No, it’s just… Last time we kissed, you fell into a deep sleep. You’ve been asleep for three months and… And now you’re awake again. I don’t want to accidently put you to sleep once again.” Sam explained, and Dean’s eyes widened.
“What? I…” He was silent for a moment, clearly confused.
“I’ll… I’ll ask Castiel. And if he says it’s okay, I’ll kiss you. Gods, if he says it’s okay, I’ll never stop kissing you.” Sam promised, and Dean blushed, but smiled.
It was close to midnight, but Sam didn’t care. He woke Castiel up and brought him back to his room to give a look on Dean. After making sure the curse had already been lifted, Sam kissed Dean right there, in front of Castiel. Dean blushed, Castiel had been his parental figure all his life, and it was probably embarrassing to have him witness this, but Castiel simply smiled and let them be.
Sam had no idea how his parents would react, or even if they’d tell Dean the truth, but Sam knew that, if anyone was against them, they could always go back to the cabin in the woods and live there for the rest of their lives – that would bring Sam more joy than being prince, unable to rule by Dean’s side.
The End
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Wincestmas Anon, you do realise yOU JUST MADE ME CRY AGAIN, RIGHT???? AND THE SMALL PLOT TWIST I SHOULD'VE EXPECTED BUT DIDNT, AND I ABSOULETY LOVE THE HAPPY ENDING
AND CASTIEL -- CASTIEL I LOVE YOU THANK YOU FOR BEING SO SUPPORTIVE AND SAM'S BEING TO AFRAID TO KISS DEAN KILLED ME -- THANK YOU AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH WINCESTMAS ANON! I CANT WAIT TO BE FRIENDS!
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Wincestmas anon: hello!!! Happy new year!! I might not be able to send you your present today (I'm not home right now and I'm unsure what time I'll be able to get on my notebook), but if I can't send it today, tomorrow I'll send two in a row!!! I haven't forgotten about you!!! We'll become bff's when the event is over!!!! ♥️♥️♥️
I DON’T CAREEEE AS LONG AS I HAVE YOU AS A FRIEND WHEN THIS IS OVER I’LL BE REALLY REALLY HAPPPYYYY!!!!
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Hey -- Wincestmas anon, if you’re going through my blog again -- I’m okay! Don’t worry, I just have a terrible hangover because someone spiked on of my drinks with something -- but I’m okay!
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Wincestmas anon here: do not follow through with your late letters. You still have a few days of 12 days of wincestmas left, and, I mean, although it's not going to make all your troubles disappear, I was honestly hoping to become your friend after the event was over. So, please. Hold on. If not for you, for all the wincest goodness I still plan on sending you (and later in talking to you and fangirling). You're amazing.
Ah! Wincestmas anon - you read that post? Oh dear Irene you read that post? I'm not going to follow through with my old suicide notes, but I'm keeping them because it's a sign of my past struggles and I feel like I've grown from them, and in all honesty, maybe a couple of years from now, I know that I'll want to commit suicide, that I want to end my useless excuse of existing, but right now?
I want to help people, brighten up their day, write fanfics, learn how to draw better, become friends with everyone in the SPN fandom if they'll let me. Trust me when I say that my life is absolutely crazy and I have cut myself and I'm trying hard everyday not to so again, and I just want to make people remember that their loved. If not by everyone else, I'll be here to talk to and shower you with affection.
And do you know how desperate I am to become your friend? Your amazing and wonderful and the greatest anon a girl could get, and I can't thank you enough to for that. I want to be your friend too, anon, I'd be honored to.
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Day 7 – On the seventh day of Christmas, Wincestmas gave to me: the second part of the fluffy fairy tale AU
Warnings: Underage, Fairy Tale AU
Dean smiled at Sam and Sam’s stomach filled with butterflies. How could a boy be so handsome and stir such intense feelings inside him? Sam remained in silence then, just looking at Dean.
“Wanna eat something?” He got up, stretching, his shirt ridding up, showing Sam a bit of the bony hips the boy had. Sam nodded, unable to speak.
Dean prepared some eggs for them, and when they sat down to eat, Sam couldn’t help but ask him things to get to know him better.
“Where’s your dad?” Dean laughed at that, and he shook his head.
“Cas isn’t my dad. My parents passed away when I was very young, so he took me in. He used to be a monk in the kingdom, but after he adopted me, he decided to come live here, so he’d have more time to care for me.” Dean explained, blushing a little when he noticed he was dumping all this information on the boy he met barely twelve hours ago. “I mean… I don’t call him dad, but I guess he kinda is?” Dean frowned and then sighed, annoyed with himself. “He’s usually an early bird, but he might be sleeping still. Yesterday was very taxing on him.”
Sam nodded, smiling sweetly at the boy. It was nice to have someone his age to talk to, and apparently it was the same for Dean.
“How old are you?” Sam asked next. He could tell Dean was a bit older, but he didn’t know how much older.
“Twenty.” Sam gaped at that. Dean was much older than he expected. He guessed that it was probably due to the fact that Dean was too thin, probably even underweight, but he had a spark in his eyes that made him look much younger. “You?”
“Sixteen.” Sam pouted. He knew it was only a matter of time for him to grow older, to probably marry a princess and then rule the kingdom, but being considered a child was something he loathed. He wanted to be respected as the young prince that he was, and not as just another spoiled brat – although, here he was, in the middle of the woods, in the house of some strangers. Maybe his family were right in treating him as a child – but that didn’t mean he was going to change.
“Any big plans for when you come of age?” Dean asked and Sam sighed. Technically, his parents had big plans for him – for his whole life. Sam, on the other hand, had no plans, so he shook his head. “Are you of royal blood? You could try becoming a knight!” Dean added, enthusiastically.
“How… How do you know—” Sam spoke, eyes widening. Had the boy found out he was the prince?
“Your clothes. They are from a very fine fabric, so I guessed. Sorry.” Sam shook his head, cursing himself internally for not realising that.
“It’s okay. Yeah, I’ll start the training to become a knight once I turn eighteen.” That was actually a lie. As the prince, he had started training since he was thirteen, but Sam didn’t want Dean to know he was the prince for some reason – maybe he worried that Dean would treat him differently if he knew, or, a more obscure thought occurred to him, Dean might not fancy him.
“That’s awesome!” Dean said, enthusiastic smile coming back at full force. “I’ve always wanted to be a knight.” He commented a little sadly, but his smile was still in place.
“Oh?” That was unexpected. Sam wondered why anyone would want to be a knight – and maybe die to protect the King, Queen and Prince. “Why don’t you come back with me, then?” Dean’s eyes widened and he chuckled a bit nervously.
“My parents were nobodies. I can’t even apply to be a knight. Not to mention that I don’t have any skill useful to be a knight. I don’t even know the names of the parts of the armour.” Dean rambled and Sam couldn’t help but giggle, which made Dean pout. “What? I’ve lived my whole life here. I can’t be a knight.”
“What if I told you,” Sam started, mischievous smile on his face, “that I can help you? I know the royal family. I’m sure I could put in a word that you’re someone worthy enough to be a knight.” Sam was sure that, once his family knew that this boy had gone into the rain to help him, they would instantly invite him to be a knight, so it wouldn’t be such hardship.
“I…” Dean frowned, considering, probably wondering if Sam was speaking the truth. “Truly?”
“Yes!” Sam nodded, smiling widely, making Dean blush in the process – and wasn’t he even more gorgeous with a blush on his face? “Besides, it would be nice having someone to hang out sometimes. And when I start my training, you can help me out too.” Sam knew that he’d probably have to tell Dean he was the prince before that, but for now, he chose to keep this secret.
“Thank you. I…” Dean was speechless, and that made Sam even happier, the butterflies in his stomach dancing around – and by the Gods, he was completely besotted with this boy. “Thank you.” Dean said again, smile the brightest Sam had seen so far, and he couldn’t help but feel accomplished to have made Dean this happy.
“So… What do you do for fun?”
Sam helped Dean clean the kitchen and then they sat down on the sofa, each with a book in hand. Dean had few books – he had said he had read them multiple times already, but it wasn’t like he could buy new ones. Sam was surprised Dean could read – many peasants didn’t know how, but Castiel, who had been a monk, knew how to read and write and taught Dean.
They spent a couple of hours reading, the rain falling even harder outside. Dean then decided to prepare lunch, since Castiel hadn’t risen yet, and Sam pretended to continue reading as he watched Dean cook, humming a soft song under his breath.
Sam wondered what could happen if he decided to stay here.
His parents would freak out, of course, but now that he had met Dean, he knew that it would be impossible for him to marry a princess. He knew he only knew Dean for less than a day, but he was already in love, and he wouldn’t let anyone dictate his life.
However, not going back meant that Dean wouldn’t be able to become a knight, and Sam had promised him that he’d help him become one.
Sam decided that, when it stopped raining, he’d make his decision. For now, he’d enjoy this beautiful boy as much as he could.
Castiel came out of his room as Dean was setting the table, and they ate together, Dean guiding the conversation, talking about the book he was rereading for the twentieth time – one of his favourites, but he didn’t read as often because he enjoyed forgetting some parts and then being able to get surprised all over again. Sam promised to himself that, if they did go back to the kingdom, Sam would give Dean all the books he wanted.
“Oh! And Sam told me he can help me become a knight!” Dean said enthusiastically, and Castiel’s eyes widened for a second before darkening. He looked at Dean with reprimanding eyes and Sam felt a knot in his throat, suddenly anxious.
“You know you’re not allowed to go to the kingdom.” Dean lowered his head, frowning a little. “You can’t be a knight and you’ll only be a problem for Sam if you go.” Sam was ready to defend Dean, to tell Castiel that it would be okay, but the older man hadn’t finished speaking. “You’re forbidden to go. In fact, once it stops raining, I’ll be the one to take Sam back. I need you here.”
“Yeah, sir.” Dean said, not looking up from his plate. He finished eating in silence and then started cleaning the dishes. Castiel continued eating and Sam, feeling irrationally angry, forced himself to finish – he couldn’t throw these people’s food away when they already had so little.
But once Dean was over, he went back to his room. Sam followed suit, not waiting for an invitation.
He tried to convince Dean of going anyway, but Dean wouldn’t have any of it. They sat on the bed together, Dean looking at his hands and Sam looking at Dean. Sam wanted to stay, and that was one more reason to do so.
However, he hated when adults tried controlling their children’s lives, and he made up his mind: He’d find a way of taking Dean with him back to the kingdom and make him a knight, even if it was the last thing he could do.
Sam couldn’t sleep that night. Dean had gone to the sofa to sleep, but Sam felt guilty for the day’s events. He sighed and tossed and turned on the bed, until he realised it had stopped raining. Standing up, Sam went to the window, opening it enough to check that yes, it had indeed stopped raining.
Slowly, and as quietly as he could, Sam made his way to the living room. Dean was asleep in the same position as he found him the day before, and Sam had to take a moment to admire the boy. It was highly unfair for someone to be this beautiful, though Sam had been lucky enough to have met him and seen him.
After saving the memory of Dean’s body, Sam kneeled next to him and shook his shoulder softly.
“Dean?” Dean frowned before blinking his eyes open. He looked at Sam and smiled, eyes already closing again. “Hey, wake up.” Dean’s eyes shot open then and he almost fell out of the sofa as he tried to stand up.
“What—” Sam could see that Dean was blushing and he smirked to himself at the thought that it was him that made him so embarrassed – so maybe Dean fancied Sam just as much as Sam fancied Dean.
“Come to the kingdom with me. Castiel is asleep.” Dean seemed to still be grasping what was reality and what was a dream, and he looked around before settling his eyes on Sam, sitting properly on the sofa. Sam sat beside him, eyes conveying all his yearning for the boy to come along.
“Sorry, Sammy, but I can’t.” Sam felt his heart skip a beat by being called Sammy. He had been called that growing up by his parents, but ever since he hit puberty, he had loathed that nickname. But Dean saying it sounded right, and he didn’t have the urge to tell him he shouldn’t be calling him that.
“Why not?” Dean just looked at him, looking miserable, and Sam turned on his side, getting closer to Dean. “You told me it was your dream to be a knight. Are you really going to let Castiel dictate your life? You’re an adult, you should do what makes you happy. And I can help.” Sam hesitated for a moment before adding, “Besides, we’ll keep in touch if you come with me.”
“I… Sammy… Castiel has taken care of me my entire life. I don’t want to be ungrateful. He said he needed me here, so I have to stay.” Sam was saddened by that. He already disliked when adults did that, but it seemed like Castiel was trying to guilt trip Dean into staying.
“I understand, but he’s an adult too. Shouldn’t he be able to live his life on his own? And when will you start living yours?” Dean looked at him, a hint of hope in his eyes, and Sam grabbed both of Dean’s hands. “Go back with me.”
Dean looked at their joined hands for a long moment, then to Castiel’s closed door. Sam could tell that going went against everything Dean believed, but the boy wanted to follow his dream, and he wanted to go with Sam.
After a moment, Dean nodded, looking at Sam with determination, a smile appearing.
“Alright. We should go, then. We can reach the kingdom by sundown.” Sam had to hold himself back, because the urge to kiss this wonderful boy was driving him insane. Maybe he’d be bold enough to kiss Dean one day, if he was sure the boy also wanted it. But for now, he was happy – he’d have Dean as a friend and a knight.
To be continued…
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GASP! OH MY IRENE, CASTIEL! YOU JUST DID A WHOLE 360 ON ME ARE YOU SERIOUS??? AND THE TWO OF THEM LOVE EACH OTHER, YOU COULD PRATICALLY FEEL ITTTT!!!! BESIDES THE POINT -- I LOVE THIS SO SO SO MUCH!!!! THANK YOU ALOT! YOU MAKE ME THE HAPPIEST PERSON IN THE UNIVERSEEEEEE
#wincest#wincestmas!anon❄#wincestmas#weecest#I LOVE YOU#AHHHHHH#I CANT WAIT TO SEE THE ENDING#MAKING ME SUFFER LIKE THIS#submission
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Day 6 – On the sixth day of Christmas, Wincestmas gave to me: the first part of a fluffy fairy tale AU
Warnings: Underage, Fairy Tale AU
Sam wasn’t exactly a spoiled brat. He was spoiled, of course, as a prince, he had had everything he wanted growing up. But he wouldn’t go as far as to say that he was a brat. He, however, didn’t like the amount of rules set for him. He couldn’t even leave the castle without someone chaperoning him.
That was why he had learnt how to escape from the castle without being seen. He wouldn’t really interact with people, but he enjoyed walking around town, seeing the people and, sometimes, when he was feeling particularly brave, he ventured into the woods.
That day, he had felt adventurous and had entered the woods. He enjoyed watching the birds, the small animals, the flowers – everything was so peaceful, and Sam for once in his life felt free.
Reality came crashing down on him, however, when he stepped on a small hole in the ground and twisted his ankle.
He was in such incredible pain that he had no idea how he hadn’t passed out. He had tried standing up, but it was no use. He wondered if he had broken his ankle, but he knew barely anything about medicine.
It was when it started to rain that Sam lost all hope.
He started yelling for help, but he doubted anyone would hear him over the sound of the rain. And yet, he continued screaming, starting to grow scared of the day turning into night, the owls flying by, the rustling of the trees and leaves.
He was softly crying, sure he was going to die, when he saw a shadow getting closer. He braced himself for a wild animal, but then the silhouette took the shape of a man and Sam was relieved.
“Hey! Help!” The man continued walking, now with stronger strides toward him, and there was a brief moment when Sam thought the man might actually do more harm to him. However, soon the man was kneeling beside him, worry written all over his face. Sam couldn’t see much of him, but he seemed young, maybe Sam’s age.
“What happened?” The boy’s hands hovered, hesitating, unsure if he should touch, and Sam guessed that he might be afraid to hurt him.
“I… I think I twisted my ankle.” Sam said, and he hated how young he sounded. He was sixteen now. In a couple of years, he’d be marrying a nice princess.
“I’ll… I’ll take you to my caretaker. He can make you better in no time.” The boy smiled at Sam, and Sam blushed a little, not really used to talking to people his age. “Can I carry you?” Sam nodded and very slowly, the boy took him on his back, carrying him.
Some minutes later, Sam decided to speak, as they were too far into the woods.
“What’s your name?”
“Sorry. I… My name’s Dean. I don’t see a lot of new people, I forgot I had to introduce myself.” Sam chuckled, relating to that.
“It’s okay. I’m Sam.”
“Nice to meet you, Sam.” Dean said.
“Nice to meet you, Dean.” There was another few minutes of silence, before Sam spoke again. “Where are you taking me? We’re getting further away from the city.” Dean hesitated for a moment before replying.
“I don’t live in the city. I live further this way. It’s a humble place, but it’s good.” A moment of silence, and then: “Unless you’re uncomfortable? I can take you to the city if you want.”
“No, it’s okay.” Sam caught himself denying before even thinking it through. He had no idea why he agreed to go to this stranger’s house, but he felt like he could trust him.
Some minutes later, they arrived at a lovely cabin. Sam held still as Dean opened the door for them.
“Dean?” A gruff, worried voice came from within, and in instants, a man with black hair and blue eyes appeared. Inside, there was a hearth and multiple lanterns, so it was better to see. “Who’s this?”
“This is Sam. I heard someone asking for help and… Well, he hurt his ankle.” The man nodded, pointing towards a door.
“Put him on your bed. I’ll draw you boys a hot bath. While you take yours, I’ll check on his ankle.” Dean did as he was told, and Sam was upset that he was going to be left alone. “Hello.” The man said, once he was back from the bathroom. “My name’s Castiel.”
“Hi.” Sam said, a bit intimidated for some reason he couldn’t exactly explain. “I have an elixir that will help you with the pain.” He raised a flask and gave it to Sam, who sniffed at the liquid and, making a face, just chugged the whole thing in one go. “Good. I’ll come check your ankle in a couple of minutes. I’ll heat up the soup. You two are drenched, it’s not good for your health.” Sam nodded and the man left.
Castiel was a very serious man, and Sam realised it was okay to trust him. And, as he had said, the pain in his ankle subsided a little. When Dean was back, only wearing underpants, Sam felt himself blushing.
Dean was stunning. Maybe a little too thin, but for someone who lived in the woods, he was quite fit. Not to mention that he had a beautiful face – full, inviting lips, green eyes with long lashes, freckles all over his face and chest… Sam had to put his hands over his lap, for he got a hard on just looking at this beautiful boy.
“Cas is almost done with the soup. Want me to help you to the bath?” Sam shook his head quickly and Dean tilted his head, eyebrow arched. “Okay, then.” He started going through his drawers, and Sam couldn’t help but look at Dean’s round ass. It was the best ass Sam had ever seen – although, he couldn’t say he saw many in his life.
“Dean, go eat.” Castiel called as Dean got ready. Dean waved at Sam, a small smile on his face, and went to the kitchen. Castiel then proceeded to help Sam to the bath. He gave some of Dean’s clothes that were slightly larger on him, and then, when Sam was ready, he joined Dean and Castiel to eat.
“Thank you for your help.” He said, before even starting to eat. He was starving, but he knew he had to be polite, mainly when Dean had clearly gone out of his way to help a complete stranger.
“No mention it.” Dean said, eating some bread now that he had finished his soup. He smiled, and Sam felt himself blushing once more. What was wrong with him? Why was he reacting like that?
“Dean and I are always ready to help whoever needs it. And we don’t expect anything in return. Thanks is more than enough.” Castiel complemented, taking Sam’s thoughts off Dean for a while.
“It was still very nice of you. You don’t know me, but you’re helping me heal, you bathed me and gave me food. Your kindness won’t go unaware.” Castiel shook his head and, for once, smiled.
“We are just happy to help. Now, eat.” Sam nodded and started eating. They ate in silence for a while, and once Dean was over he started washing the dishes and putting everything in place.
“I’ll take the couch today.” Dean mentioned, and Sam realised that it was far too late to go back home. His parents must have been worried sick about him, but he couldn’t ask these men to take him back to the castle at this time. Tomorrow, if he was feeling better, he’d most definitely go back home.
Sam took Dean’s bed and he didn’t complain about the harshness of the mattress and sheets. It didn’t take him long to fall asleep though, and in the morning, when he did wake up, he was feeling as good as ever – even better, if he was honest.
He left the room slowly, worried that he might wake someone, but he stopped in his tracks when he saw Dean sleeping on the couch. He was sleeping on his stomach, his arms under his head, hugging a too small pillow. He looked gorgeous, and Sam felt tempted to get a closer look.
He reprimanded himself and went to the window, looking outside and noticing that the rain hadn’t stopped. He sighed, wondering what he should do. He needed to go back home, but he didn’t know how, and he didn’t want to ask Castiel or Dean to take him back in that weather.
“You can stay for as long as you need.” Sam almost jumped at the hoarse voice coming from the couch. Dean still looked sleepy, his eyes half-lidden, his hair a mess, but he was looking at Sam.
“I… My parents are probably worried.” Dean continued looking at him for a while, and then he sat down, yawning as he went.
“I can take you back if you wish. But you might get a cold. The rain won’t stop for another two days, though. It’s your call.” Two days?
Sam looked at the window, thinking. It was wiser if he left and went home. He was already a nuisance here, not to mention that the whole kingdom might go insane if he didn’t come back in two days. However, looking back at Dean, his mind was made.
“I can stay.”
To be continued…
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WINCESTMAS ANON! MY DAY HAS LITERALLY BEEN HALFWAY CRAPPY AND THIS LITERALLY MADE ME SO HAPPY! WINCESTMAS ANON, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!! you literally made my day so so so so much better, i can’t thank you enough! MY HEART HURTSSSS AND CASTIEL BEING THE DAD WAS SUCH A AWESOME IDEA I LITERALLY STARTED FLIPPING OUT THANK YOU!
#wincest#wincestmas#wincestmas!anon❄#THEYVE DONE AND DONE IT AGAIN#DAD CASTIEL#DAD CAS#YES#WHY CANT I HAVE MORE WINCEST FANFICS AS CAS BEING THE DAD#AHHHHH#submission
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Wincestmas Anon here: I don't know what's been going on, but I hope you feel better soon! Sorry I made you cry with the first story and the fanmix, but I'm glad you're enjoying everything so far! Tomorrow it'll be pure fluff, promise. :) Hopefully it'll make you even happier!
No it’s okay, I’m actually happy you made me cry with the first fic and the fanmix -- espically the fanmix! It’s kinda like my go-to guide whenever I’m upset now, and I’ve been listening to it on repeat in all honesty. I mean, someone hates me for no reason and I have no idea why, and the person I normally get all my top!sam/bottom!dean content has suddenly blocked me and I have no idea why either, and I sent them a ask but I haven’t excatly gotten a response back yet! But thank you so much wincestmas!anon, you have no idea how happy you make me feel. Just like, thank you so so so much!
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Day 4 - On the fourth day of Christmas, Wincestmas gave to me: Sam and Dean cursed to be girls
Warnings: Cursed to look like women, shameless smut (this is my first time trying to write f/f smut so I hope it’s not terrible hahahha)
“Why are my tits so small?” Dean complained loudly, looking himself in the mirror, palming his breasts and pouting.
They had been hit with a curse by a witch – fucking witches! – after Dean had made an obnoxious comment about the witch’s body. Sam had been furious with his brother – they had been together for a couple of years now, there was no need to hit on women just to pretend that they were anything but lovers.
And now, both of them with the body of the opposite gender, Sam had been ignoring his brother since the incident. Dean, however, was more worried about his looks than about finding a way out of the curse – although, Sam understood that his brother was checking himself up, but he hadn’t stopped complaining since then.
“It’s not fair.” Dean commented, turning around and crossing his arms – he was completely naked, and Sam continued staring at the book he had been doing research on to not look at his brother’s new and beautiful body. “You’re still tall as hell, and you have these huge boobs! I’m 5’5 now, if that, and look at this!” Sam did look then, and Dean was palming his breasts again, looking at them as if he had been betrayed. “I like big tits! Shouldn’t they be bigger?”
“Well, I prefer smaller breasts.” Sam commented in a low voice, almost as if to himself, but Dean heard it and instantly perked up.
“Oh!” Dean smirked mischievously. “Yeah? Why didn’t you tell me before?” Dean took the book out of Sam’s hand and sat on his lap. Now that he thought about it, Sam was actually the type of girl Dean usually liked – although, to be honest, he liked any girl, but as any other person, he had his preferences, and this body on Sam checked out every little box Dean liked. Now he started wondering if Sam would consider the same about Dean.
“Dean, stop thinking about sex and focus! We need to know how to reverse this spell.” Sam got the book back and tried getting Dean off of his lap, but Dean wouldn’t let go. “Dean…” Sam sighed, exasperated. “C’mon.”
“I know we need to find a counter-curse, but consider this: We can fuck first!” Sam had to close his eyes and count to ten – partly because his brother was getting on his nerves and partly because he was actually feeling around about the prospect of having sex with Dean in these bodies. It would certainly be something different for them, not to mention that it was probably wrong to want to have sex with a man while in the body of a woman. But then again, they were brothers and they fucked, so there wasn’t a lot more that could be considered wrong that they hadn’t already done.
“Fine!” Sam said, giving his best bitch face to Dean, who was almost vibrating of excitement.
“Really?” Dean said, smile growing even bigger. “I thought it would take more convincing. I didn’t know you were so kinky, Sammy.” Sam was getting annoyed now, and he finally managed to get Dean off his lap so he could also take off his clothes. However, as he got up, Dean pouted again. “Why are you still taller.” He deadpanned and Sam rolled his eyes. Dean got to Sam’s shoulder like this – Sam had gotten shorter, of course, but he was still much taller than Dean.
“If you don’t wanna fuck, we can go back to doing research.” Dean instantly gave up on his annoyed expression. “Good.” Sam commented, leaning in so he could kiss Dean’s mouth.
Their faces didn’t change much – they got a bit rounder, softer, but Dean’s lips continued as succulent as before, full and inviting, as it had always been. The major differences were in their bodies. Aside from the breasts and genitalia, their bodies were curvier, although they still had well pronounced muscles from years of hunting and doing exercises.
Dean’s body seemed to be even more freckled than before, but Sam wasn’t going to check that now. Sam, on the other hand, still had large hands, and as he undressed, Dean’s eyes widened and Sam could almost feel his brother’s mouth watering at the sight of Sam’s naked body.
Sam’s breasts were, indeed, much bigger than Dean’s, and it was clear by his brother’s gaze that he liked the eyes of having big boobs to play with, put his hands and mouth on, and even lay his head on them. Sam, however, preferred Dean’s smaller breasts, his hands covering them easily, feeling all of them at once.
It was funny how different they and their preferences were, and even better was that they fit perfectly into each other’s type, regardless of the body they were in.
In no time, they were in bed, kissing each other’s smooth bodies, hands running at every inch of exposed skin. It was like their first times all over again, a world of possibilities to discover. As much as they were aroused, they still took their time; caressing, kissing, sucking, massaging… It was bliss.
These bodies were different, and they received pleasure in different ways, but it wasn’t more or less than the other, just different. Therefore, they spent a few hours rediscovering what felt good and what didn’t work as much.
Dean was particularly sensitive on his neck and thighs, while Sam’s breasts were the most sensitive. Dean spent far too long lapping, licking and sucking Sam’s breasts, massaging them and pinching the nipples, getting nice moans and groans out of Sam.
Sam did the same with Dean’s thighs, licking, biting and sucking at them and Dean would squirm and moan, and try to bring Sam’s face to the place where he’d get the most pleasure, but Sam took his sweet time before finally giving in and licking Dean’s clitoris and labia. Dean moaned loudly, squirming and moving his hips at every swipe of Sam’s tongue. It was far too good.
Dean’s orgasm took him by surprise, and he remained long seconds trying to catch his breath after the intensity of it.
Once his mind was cleared enough to reciprocate, Dean kissed Sam passionately, tasting himself in Sam’s mouth. He groaned and, as he worked over Sam’s breasts and nipples, he took his hand to Sam’s folds, caressing them softly at first and then entering him with a couple of fingers, his thumb moving as best he could over Sam’s clitoris in this position.
Sam was enjoying it, if his loud moans and whines were anything to go by. He held onto Dean with his hands, squeezing his brother’s arms, hips, thighs, wherever he could touch, tightly in an attempt to hold back his orgasm.
It didn’t work much, and soon Sam was coming, his orgasm also as intense as Dean’s had been. While Sam tried to catch his breath, Dean lied on his side, head pillowed by Sam’s breasts. When Sam came back to, he noticed Dean had fallen asleep, his blonde hair all over his face. Sam smiled, besotted with his brother as he was, and held him closer, deciding to sleep a little as well.
“Oh, shit!” Sam woke up with his brother’s swearing, and he soon sat on the bed, hand going under the pillow but finding no weapon.
“Dean?” Sam asked, blinking a couple of times to get the sleep off them, and then he finally saw his brother, in front of the mirror, his very male back turned to Sam.
“The curse’s over.” Dean mentioned, frowning, looking at Sam. Sam looked down at himself and noticed that, indeed, he had his regular body back.
“And why’s it bad?” Sam asked, clearly confused as to why Dean was – still – complaining.
“Because I wanted to have sex more times!” Dean huffed, going to the bathroom. “Well, I’ll go take a shower and jerk off.”
Sam watched his brother go before sighing and following him.
If Dean thought he was going to jerk off without Sam’s assistance, he was completely wrong.
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AH! OH MY IRENE I LOVED IT I LOVE WHEN WOMEN ARE JUST LOVINGLY PASSIONATLY MAKING LOVE TO EACH OTHER IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL! AHHHH! OH, I LOVE IT WHEN THEY TURN INTO GIRLS!
#sam winchester#dean winchester#wincest#🌻#wincestmas!anon❄#wincestmas#WINCESTMAS ANON YOU'VE GONE AND DONE IT AGAIN I LOVE YOU SO MUCH#submission
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Day 3 – On the third day of Christmas, Wincestmas gave to me: a very incestuous fanmix
Warnings: N/A
Sinners, by Lauren Aquilina { … and judgement taught us that our hearts were wrong, but they’re the ones that we’ll look down upon. the rules say our emotions don’t comply, but we’ll defy the rules until we die. … how can you expect me not to eat when the forbidden fruit tastes to sweet? so let’s be sinners to be saints and let’s be winners by mistake. the world may disapprove but my world is only you. and if we’re sinners, then it feels like heaven to me. }
Style, by Taylor Swift { midnight, you come pick me up, no headlights. a long drive, could end in burning flames or paradise. … and i should just tell you to leave, ‘cause i know exactly where it leads but I watch us go ‘round and ‘round each time. … so it goes, he can’t keep his wild eyes on the road. takes me home, the lights are off, he’s taking off his coat. }
Take Me To Church, by Hozier { … we were born sick, you heard them say it. my church offers no absolutions, she tells me ‘worship in the bedroom’. the only heaven i’ll be sent to is when i’m alone with you. i was born sick, but i love it. command me to be well. take me to church, i’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies, i’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your life. offer me my deathless death, good god, let me give you my life. }
Burn With You, by Lea Michelle { we are broken, we can’t fix it, there’s no cure for our condition. desperate eyes are staring at me, should be hopeless, but we’re happy. it’s not perfect here between us, even angels have their demons. trapped inside this twisted circle, it ain’t right, but it’s eternal. there’s a white light and it’s calling me, and it’s promising ecstasy but i don’t wanna go to heaven if you’re going to hell. i will burn with you, i will burn with you. }
Rewrite the stars, by James Arthur feat. Anne-Marie { … and there are doors that we can’t walk through. i know you’re wondering why, because we’re able to be just you and me within these walls, but when we go outside, you’re gonna wake up and see that it was hopeless after all. no one can rewrite the stars. how can you say you’ll be mine? everything keeps us apart and i’m not the one you were meant to find. it’s not up to you, it’s not up to me when everyone tells us what we can be. }
Hurts Like Hell, by Fleurie { i don’t want them to know the secrets, i don’t want them to know the way i loved you. i don’t think they’d understand it, no. i don’t think they would accept me, no. i loved and i loved and i lost you. and it hurts like hell. }
Light Up The Dark, by Gabrielle Aplin { i’m drawing perfect circles round the life that we could share and what is ours is ours to keep. i know the thing you want the most you hide it over there, safe at the dark end of the street. when the devil’s waiting down by the river calling out, i wanna be the one to light up the dark in you. and when the flood is over and all the love is pouring out, i wanna be the one to light up the dark in you. there’s so little i’m afraid of when it comes to an end, but i can’t leave you on your own. when your chaos turns to silence and your enemy’s your friend, i will roll away the stone. }
I Found, by Amber Run { … i’ll use you as a focal point, so i don’t lose sight of what i want. and i’ve moved further than i thought i could, but i missed you more than i thought i would. … oh, i found love where it wasn’t supposed to be, right in front of me. talk some sense to me. i’ll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take. }
No Light, No Light, by Florence + The Machine { … you are the hole in my head, you are the space in my bed, you are the silence in between, what i thought and what i said. you are the night time fear, you are the morning when it’s clear. when it’s over, you’re the start. you’re my head and you’re my heart. … would you leave me if i told you what i’ve done? and would you leave me if i told you what i’ve become? ‘cause it’s so easy to say it to a crowd, but it’s so hard, my love, to say it to you alone. … you can’t choose what stays and what fades away, and i’d do anything to make you stay. you want a revelation, you wanna get it right, but it’s a conversation i just can’t have tonight. }
Brother, by Kodaline { … we’ve taken different paths and travelled different roads, I know we’ll always end up on the same one when we’re old. and when you’re in the trenches and you’re under fire, i will cover you. if i was dying on my knees, you would be the one to rescue me. and if you were drowned at the sea, i’d give you my lungs so you could breathe. i’ve got you brother. }
Already Home, by A Great Big World { you say it’s hard to commit to it, you say that it’s hard standing still. don’t you know that i spend all my nights counting backwards the days ‘til i’m home? if only new york wasn’t so far away, i promise the city won’t get in our way. when you’re scared and alone, just know that i’m already home. i say that we’re right in the heart of it, a love only we understand. i will bend every light in this city and make sure they’re shining on you. … all i have is this feeling inside of me, the only thing i’ve ever known. }
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In all honesty, you made me cry halfway through. Like, I don’t think I’ve cried over a song since 2015 – when ‘See you again,’ came out so thank you. like alot.
#🌻#wincest#wincestmas!anon❄#dear irene im emotionally unstable right now#im crying really badly crap#submission#wincestmas
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Day 2 – On the second day of Christmas, Wincestmas gave to me: the continuation of the A/B/O dynamics fic
Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, Alpha!Sam, Omega!Dean, Mention/Discussion of miscarriage/stillborn, Mention/Discussion of NonCon (but not between Sam/Dean), Angst, Depression, Happy Ending, Smut
“Does dad know?” Sam asked Bobby when he made his way to the kitchen. Dean had fallen asleep, his expression still pained, and Sam needed more answers.
“Yeah. He dealt with Jerry.” At Sam’s alarmed expression, Bobby continued. “He didn’t kill him. But he made sure Jerry went to jail.”
“Why isn’t he here? I mean, I’m glad you contacted me, I’ll take care of Dean. But shouldn’t dad be the one taking care of Dean?” Bobby sighed and Sam realised he agreed with his point of view, even though it was a lost cause.
“He can’t face Dean. He blames himself for what happened. He left Dean here so I could take care of him, but not only am I a Beta, but I’m also not blood. And, I mean… Dean has been… okay. But he ain’t getting better. I hoped that with you he’d finally have some closure.” Sam nodded, sitting down by the table. Bobby gave him a beer and sat next to him. They remained in silence for a moment, Sam still trying to wrap his head around all of this.
“He said he was going to call his daughter Samantha.” Sam mentioned, frowning.
“Yeah. He told me that, since he was planning on cutting both you and your dad from his life, he at least wanted a piece of you. Samantha, Sammy, Sam. It wasn’t a hard choice for him.” Sam nodded, drinking some of the beer. He felt exhausted, but he knew he would be able to fall asleep, even if he tried.
“Is it okay if I stick around? Just until Dean feels better. Then we… Then I’ll find us a place and—” Bobby interrupted him.
“Son, you two are welcome here any time. You can stay for as long as you want. For as long as the two of you need.” Sam nodded, feeling tears in his eyes once more. He drank more beer. Still lost in thought, Sam barely noticed the plate of scrambled eggs Bobby put in front of him. “Eat it. You’ve been up since that time I woke you up, and you haven’t eaten properly.” Sam nodded and ate – slowly, his stomach still in knots after everything he’d heard that day.
After eating, Sam went back to Dean’s room. This time, Dean didn’t wake up. Probably the scenting helped Dean feel at ease with an Alpha smell at close quarters. Sam decided to lie down next to Dean and sleep, at least a little. He held Dean, much like Dean had always held him when they were young, and managed to fall asleep.
He woke up much later with a hand threading through his hair. He blinked a couple of times before noticing it was Dean who had been stroking his hair. Dean gave him a soft smile before messing with his hair and letting go.
“Your hair is too long. It needs a trim.” Sam pouted, but his heart wasn’t in it. He just tugged Dean closer, nosing at his neck again, scenting him once more. Dean froze at first, but then he let himself relax before doing the same with Sam.
“I like it like that.” Sam said, his voice still sleepy. Sam realised Dean’s smell was less apprehensive, less sad. There was still a lingering sadness there, but maybe Bobby had been right – Sam being near, scenting him, protecting him in this moment, might have helped Dean feel slightly better.
Almost a month had passed since Sam arrived at Bobby’s, and while Dean still refused to talk about his failed pregnancy, his daughter, or anything that had happened, he did seem lighter, happier. There was still some sadness in him, Sam could feel. But most days his brother seemed better, almost felt like he had been before all that happened.
They never talked about it, but Sam continued sleeping with Dean in his tiny bed, the two of them scenting each other before sleeping and then again when they woke up. Bobby never mentioned anything either, but Sam caught him smiling often enough to notice that he was relived in seeing Dean be himself again.
It was in the middle of an afternoon, almost a month later, that Sam knew he should probably leave.
Dean was about to start his heat.
Dean probably didn’t notice – he had been working at the cars in the morning, but he had felt a bit odd after lunch and decided to do some studying on Bobby’s many books. Sam, on the other hand, had noticed as soon as Dean had gotten back from the yard, his sweat smelling strongly of the heat that was to come, and Sam felt an urge he had never felt before, with anyone – and thus, he knew he had to leave.
He prepared a small bag to spend a few days on a hotel near Bobby’s house – but far enough that he wouldn’t feel like touching Dean, claiming him, bonding with him. After all, they were brothers. All the other times Dean had gone in the heat in the past, when Sam had already popped his knot, he had never felt the need to sleep with his brother. In fact, he would barely be affected at all. If anything, he’d just feel a little horny, but nothing impossible to deal with.
But now, the sight of Dean was enough to drive Sam insane with lust.
As he was leaving, though, Dean went to him, frown in place.
“Where are you going?” Sam felt the fear and anxiety in his brother, and he hated himself for doing this.
“Dean…” Sam started, unable on how to tell his brother that he wanted to do things to him that no sibling should. “Your heat… It’s…” At that, Dean’s fear deepened, and Sam could see in his brother’s eyes a desperation forming. “Dean…” Sam tried again.
“Don’t.” Dean said, holding Sam’s arm tightly, looking at his brother with such intense fear that Sam knew he’d be unable to leave.
“But, Dean… I…” To explain better, Sam got closer and tilted his neck. Dean hesitated for a moment, but then he got closer, scenting Sam’s neck. When he put some space between them again, Sam was sure that Dean would accept that he left, but instead, Dean was blushing, his eyes unfocused.
“Stay.” Dean said, pulling Sam closer, scenting him again and, in the process, making Sam scent him back. Smelling the arousal in his brother was all it took for Sam to hold him close and start mouthing at Dean’s neck. Dean gave a soft moan, his body growing heavy. Sam could feel both of their erections against each other, and he knew that he needed to take them to their room quickly.
Thankfully enough, Bobby had been working on some cars outside, and probably had no idea of what was going on. Sam closed the door of their little room, still fighting against his urges of claiming his brother.
Dean, on the other hand, was far beyond himself. Once the door was closed, Dean jumped Sam, kissing him on the lips, with tongue and all. And it was so overwhelming that Sam’s instinct was to kiss back just as intensely. They took off their clothes quickly, and at the sight of Dean’s bowlegs wet from his heat Sam lost all self-control. Not that Dean minded. In fact, he moaned and whined as Sam kissed him, and then his neck, sucking at the gland that, if Sam bit down, would make them mates for life.
Somehow, they managed to fall on the bed, and Dean was already begging Sam for his cock, but Sam, although completely beyond himself, still wanted to make sure he wouldn’t hurt his brother.
He brought his fingers to Dean’s hole, and, sure enough, one finger entered without any restrain. Dean moaned, opening his legs even more, eyes never leaving Sam’s. Sam put another finger and, although it was tighter, it still went in easily. After the third finger, Sam knew that Dean would be able to take anything he gave him.
Sam entered Dean – slowly, still worried he might hurt his brother – and he grunted at how good this felt. He had never had sex during an Omega’s heat, but from what he heard, it was natural to feel this good. Yet, it shocked Sam how good it actually was. Was it because they were brothers, and, therefore, were compatible?
“C’mon, Sammy.” Dean whined, locking his legs around Sam and forcing him even deeper. Dean moaned, closing his eyes for a moment, but then opening them again with a smile. “Fuck me.” Sam didn’t need to be told twice.
He started moving his hips rhythmically, but Dean’s whines grew louder, and Sam knew that he’d have to fuck Dean hard if he wanted to quench Dean’s heat. With renewed vigour, Sam started pounding into Dean. His moans of pleasure were loud, but clearly positive. Sam, himself, felt a little bubbly, and he couldn’t help the smile on his face. Dean had a matching one on his own face.
Even though the sex was amazing, Dean’s smell intoxicating, their will to stop nowhere to be found, Sam was finally feeling more in control. The thought that this was Dean, his brother, that he was fucking, didn’t cross his mind, though. Only that this was exactly how it should be, that he wanted to make Dean happy, claim him and mate with him.
In that moment, nothing else made as much sense as that. Claiming Dean made all the sense in the world. Even though they would never be able to tell others they were brothers, they would finally be able to settle down, have children and live peacefully. They knew of monsters, and if they came to them, they’d be able to protect themselves, but they could retire from hunting, maybe find a regular job, have a house with a white-picket fence.
It was with all those thoughts in mind that, when Sam came, his knot tying him and Dean together, he bit at Dean’s neck, right at his gland, claiming him.
That was enough to make Dean come as well, moaning loudly.
Sam licked at the bite mark on Dean’s neck, lapping softly at it, and he saw that Dean had finally closed his eyes, breathing harshly. The smile, however, never left Dean’s face. He looked content, happy. And his smell, still thick with arousal, had some happiness in it as well.
For the first time, Dean forgot about his sadness, about what had happened. Even if just this moment, Sam felt glad that he managed to help his brother.
Dean’s heat was over three days later. Bobby had left a note saying that he’d go to a neighbouring town to hunt some vamps and would be back in a week or so. Sam and Dean didn’t actually talk about their situation, about being mated. It just happened, and it felt natural, even after the heat was over and they could think for themselves.
Dean’s sadness would come and go – ever so often he’d remember Samantha and would get upset. But it wasn’t as overwhelming as before. He was learning to cope – slowly, but surely. Their bond helped, of course, and whenever Dean was feeling particularly bad, Sam would spend most of his time with Dean, scenting him, hugging him.
It was a couple of months later that they had a surprise: Dean had gotten pregnant again.
Sam was exhilarated – growing up, the idea of having children of his own was alien to him, but ever since he bonded with Dean, his desire for having a child grew with each passing day. Dean, on the other hand, had a severe panic attack.
Sam managed to take him to a clinic, and after Dean told the story of his last pregnancy to the doctor – with both Dean and Sam crying – the doctor promised to make everything in his power to deliver the baby safely. As long as Dean periodically went to the clinic, made exams and took care of his health, the doctor was sure the pregnancy would go smoothly.
Seven months later, their daughter was born. They decided to name her Dinah – since Dean’s first daughter had a name similar to Sam’s, Sam wanted similar to Dean’s, and they decided on that name because it was short, simple and in Sam’s case, he had liked the meaning of it. God has judged. Obviously, he hadn’t told Dean what her name meant, because he knew Dean didn’t believe in God and would probably complain about the meaning, but for Sam, that was important.
Even though they were brothers, they managed to create a life together – a healthy, chubby baby girl with Dean’s green eyes and blonde hair, and Sam’s eye shape and dimples. For Sam, that meant that if God existed, he approved of their union and of the life they had created.
Sam and Dean moved to a new house before Dinah was born, but still near Bobby’s, who had been more present in their lives than John, who had called only once or twice and had no idea his sons had mated.
Finally, Dean found peace. He would still get upset, mainly on the day of Samantha’s birth/death, but Sam and Dinah were there to bring happiness into his life once again.
#wincestmas!anon❄#wincestmas#WINCESTMAS ANON#YOU MADE ME CRY THATS NOT FAIR#THE ENDING WAS BEAUTIFUL#THEY HAVE KIDSSSSS#LIKE ITS PERFECT#THANK YOU#THANK YOU SO MUCH#OH MY IRENE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW#SEND ME A ASK RIGHT NOW#NO SCRATCH THAT SHOW YOURSELF#bottom!dean#omega!dean#alpha!sam#top!sam#spn#submission
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Hohoho! Hello! Did you receive the first gift for the wincestmas? I sent it like 12hours ago but I haven't seen if you posted it. Lemme know if Tumblr didn't eat the submission! Otherwise I can send it to you again ♥️
I LITERALLY JUST FINISHED READING IT AND DO YOU KNOW HOW HAPPY AND PROUD I AM OF YOU RIGHT NOW??? LIKE I LOVED IT SO SO SO MUCH JUST LIKE GIVE ME A MOMENT I ACTUALLY STARTED CRYING -- AND YOU! YOU LEFT ME ON A CLIFFHANGER AND I HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL T O M M O R R O W TO READ THE ENDING???? DEAR IRENE I CAN’T WAIT FOR YOU TO REVEAL YOURSELF 🌻
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