a bird no one wants. he’s mine.: Wincest Fics

samwambambam:

Reunion
Summary: The hiss of the shower filled the untidy, cluttered room and Sam listened to it carefully, his hands locked together in his lap, shaking slightly, picturing what was happening.

No Sweeping Exits or Offstage Lines
Summary: He hates that the years Sam was gone are so hidden from him, hates that he has to get to know his own brother all over again.

One Going on Eternity and Counting
Summary: Some boundaries were never meant to be crossed…

Tangled Up In You
Summary: It’s been coming for a while now. Sam was just too close to see it.

Second Glance
Summary: John is only ever a second glance to his boys, who see each other first, always first, with little room at the edges of their vision for anybody else.

Eurydice
Summary: Sam made a different kind of deal.

A Bleak Understanding in Reverse
Summary: It was hard to imagine that life without monsters could still kill them…

Break the lock if it don’t fit
Summary: Sam and Dean get soul-bonded. Dean doesn’t cope well.

When I’m Gone
Summary :Sam leaves for Stanford and also leaves a mess in his wake

Only Sweeter
Summary: Dean gets amnesia; Sam tries to use it to fix him.

My Soul Look Back and Wonder
Summary: Dean gets his Sam back.

The Man of Law
Summary: Sam is cursed into acting out his most repressed urges. Dean points and laughs and enables, until things get a little too personal.

A Matter of Trust
Summary: In which Dean freaks out, and Sam tries to smooth things over.

a bird no one wants. he’s mine.: Wincest Fics

holdmesamthatwasbeautiful:

Sam wakes up and hears the fire crackle; they’ve borrowed
a hunter’s cabin in Wyoming for the case and it doesn’t have electricity.

He knows something is wrong, because Dean’s back
trembles, and Sam crawls closer.

“Dean?” he whispers, fingertips light against his big
brother’s naked back. It’s smooth and golden in the light of the flames, and
Sam doesn’t know why it makes his stomach flutter. “You awake?”

Dean goes taut beneath his touch. “Go back to sleep, Sammy.”

It’s not mean or harsh, but it makes Sam’s stomach churn.
“I can’t,” he whispers, because John’s snores from the couch are close. “You’re
sad.”

Dean turns around then, and Sam’s eyes go wide,
because Dean’s eyes are puffy and red in the yellow, waxy glow from the fire.
His big brother, ever so brave and true is crying, and Sam asks: “Why are you sad?”

Dean laughs strangely and puts a hand to Sam’s cheek.
He draws him close; Sam lets him, because it’s Dean. His big brother, his everything. He feels safe in Dean’s
arms.

Then, Dean whispers: “Because I think I love you too much.”

Sam doesn’t know what that means, but when he traces
his index finger down the bridge of Dean’s freckled nose, he decides.

He wants to
find out.