Jensen sounds indignant on Jared’s behalf at the end but thank god those producers passed or Jared might not have been Sam and this whole thing wouldn’t still be going on 13 years later.
MontCon
Jensen sounds so soft and smug about those producers passing on Jared. It’s really sweet.
Stage 1: Oh my God, they have the cutest brother relationship. I love it. Oh my God, BROTP!!! *reads cute brother fics*
Stage 2: they should totally do everything together. They love each other so much!! They’re so adorable, but I don’t ship them because it’s incest and incest is weird *awkward laugh* *looks at cute brother art*
Stage 3: so what if I don’t want them to date other people, they have each other. Why do they need other people? No, I don’t ship them! Of course not! *reads slight slash fics*
Stage 4: I want them to do cute things together like go to the movies and have fun doing things together. But that’s not a date! I mean, hello, brothers! *reads about them cuddling and shit, but totally platonic*
Stage 5: Okay, I might ship them just a bit, but it’s only like a crack!ship. Everyone has one crazy crack!ship. Let’s be real. Okay. Just like, keep it on the down low. *secretly reads teen rated fics*
Stage 6: I think I might actually ship them. For, like, real. But don’t tell anyone and never mention it! *looks at slashy art and reads slash fics*
Stage 7: yeah, I love Supernatural. You know what would be a good joke, if Sam and Dean actually got together. Hilarious, I know right? *has M-rated fic on phone behind passcode*
Stage 8: you know what? I kinda ship Wincest and I don’t care! Alright? Okay. Still keeping it a secret. *rewatches Playthings 300x*
Stage 9: yeah, you know what. I ship Wincest. I am a Wincest Shipper, I’ll admit it. I mean, come on they’re so cute and so in love. *squeals about Sam and Dean’s love*
Stage 10: Fuck this. I SHIP WINCEST AND I’M PROUD! THEY KISS AND CUDDLE AND BE SUPER PROTECTIVE OF EACH OTHER ALL THE TIME! THEY FUCK EVERY NIGHT AND I FUCKIN LOVE IT! THEY HAVE THE WEIRDEST SEX AND YOU KNOW WHAT? THEY LOVE IT TOO! * screams from rooftops* *tells all friends* *reads fic about them calling each other brother while they fuck and recommends it to people*
Sam moves like a cat in the backseat, like a kitten craving attention; rubbing his nose against the spot beneath Dean’s ear.
“Gonna kiss you now,” Sam murmurs softly.
Dean only gasps softly as Sam kisses him: noisily and open-mouthed, his fingernails dragging pink lines down Dean’s neck. Dean knows he shouldn’t, knows it’s so wrong and fucked up but he doesn’t call the shots anymore because his little brother has ways of getting beneath his skin with his words and his tongue and Dean can’t help but to moan helplessly into his pretty baby brother’s mouth.
Sam’s eyes glitter in the darkness when they part and he hums softly with approval. That’s when he notices the way Dean looks to the front seat, and Sam turns his head to glare.
John’s eyes meet Sam’s cold ones in the rear view mirror, his throat thick with bile and fear because he doesn’t know what to do anymore, doesn’t know what Sam is or how it got to Dean, too – he just knows that his youngest boy licked his brother’s mouth open in the backseat, and that’s the first time they hadn’t even tried to hide it.
“Please,” John pleads brokenly, eyes wide with desperation. “Don’t.”
Sam only smiles a cold, horrible smile that looks hideously wrong on that innocent fourteen year old face.
“Keep your eyes on the road, old man,” Sam tells John darkly as he turns back to his big brother. He pets Dean’s hair, and adds gently: “You’ve got precious cargo.”
Sam can still hear his brother laughing, throwing him a playful wink and “third time’s the charm, Sammy” when he strikes out twice before he finds the right lead to follow or a half-decent meal or a girl to take him home. Dean lives his life in lucky threes, in dancing past the bad with the knowledge of something good on the horizon.
For the first time, Sam wishes Dean’s life didn’t play by triplets.
It was the rawhead, first. The stupid electrocution that fried his heart. The faith healer that Sam tracked down and the life he traded for his brother’s.
Second was the eighteen-wheeler that t-boned the Impala and left Dean clinging to life by the tips of his fingers. The time Sam wasn’t good enough and their father died in Dean’s place.
Twice Dean has come face-to-face with death, and twice, his life has been spared as another’s is taken in his place. Some would call him lucky; Dean himself has always considered himself unworthy.
But the third time- the third time his number’s up and Sam would give anything to take his brother’s place.
Third time’s the charm, though, and he gets to watch Dean be torn apart while he can’t so much as lift a finger to help, instead, and suddenly he’s a child again, left alone with Dean’s ruined, bloody corpse and feeling like someone has stolen his lungs as his body rebels against the slippery crimson staining his fingers, a sob choked out of him as he pulls his brother into his arms.
Sam’s fingers shake when he reaches up to cup Dean’s cheek, but he only succeeds in smearing more blood between cinnamon-spot freckles that he remembers trying to count and that’s when he breaks.
Third time’s the fucking charm and when Sam buries his face in Dean’s shoulder and cries, there’s no comforting heartbeat to tell him things will be okay.
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