Tag: wincest

winmance:

“Do you think soulmates are identical in every alternate universe?” Sam asked, head on Dean’s chest.

It’s silent in the bunker, only the two of them, and they can pretend that there’s nothing else out of the two of them. No demons, angels or anything. It’s nice. Peaceful.

“Dude, are you high or something? It’s two freaking am, why are you talking about that ?”

“Yeah I know but it’s… I just wonder if we… We’re like that, in others universes. Or if there was some sort of mistake in this one”

“Mistake?” Dean tenses a little, his arm tightened Sam a little more

“You know what I mean. Brothers being soulmates. Not that common.”

Dean remains silent for a moment.

He thinks about another universe, the attractiveness between Dean Smith and Sam Wesson, how they were ready to leave everything to be together, how strong their connection was.

He thinks about another universe, the loneliness that he felt in the one in which mom never died, and Sam went to Stanford. How both brothers wanted the other but never did a thing about it.

He thinks about another universe, the happiness of Jared and Jensen, the joy of being together, even in secret.

He thinks about another universe, the knowledge of other Sam, who lived years between their two words and never, not once, questioned Dean’s love for him.

He thinks about their universe, the pain, the secrets, but also the attractiveness, the loneliness when they’re not together, the happiness and most of all, the love. Always here, no matter what, no matter where.

“Wasn’t a mistake Sammy. This is exactly how it should be”

He can feel Sam smiling against him and he sighs, thanking whoever put them in this particular place. They’re in the perfect universe.

wxncesters:

Soulmate!AU Headcanons – Colors

  • Dean started seeing colors the minute he met baby Sammy in the hospital room of Lawrence Memorial Hospital.
  • When he giggled and said that Sammy’s eyes were pretty and green, brown, and yellow, Mary and John met one another’s eyes and there was panic there because something was wrong. No way could their sons be soulmates.
  • Sam’s never not seen color. He grew up seeing color and when he would do things like point out a pretty color to other students or his teachers when he was young, all of them just shushed him because he ‘definitely couldn’t see colors yet’; no one meets their soulmate when they’re only kindergarteners.
  • Dean’s eyes were little Sammy’s favorite thing in the whole world and the teachers were wrong because Sam knew they were green; he could see it.
  • When Dean learned what the colors meant, John told him that he was never allowed to tell Sam and Dean, being the perfect little soldier he was, never planned to.
  • Until Sam came home crying one day when he was fourteen because he’d always seen colors and they learned in sex-ed class that some people who are born seeing colors don’t have soulmates at all. He believed he didn’t have a soulmate; he thought he was broken.
  • Dad was on a hunt at the time so Dean decided he would rather go against John’s rules and make Sam feel better than carry on with the lie.
  • Dean sat him down and told him that he’d seen colors since the day Sam was born. Sam didn’t get it at first.
  • When Sam finally got it, his jaw went slack and his eyes went wide because Dean was his soulmate and suddenly everything made a lot more sense. He’d dreamed about it so many times but never thought it was a reality because he didn’t know that Dean could see the colors too.
  • Sam thought maybe the Universe screwed up at first because they were brothers, even if Sam’s feelings had always been more than that, but when he kissed Dean for the first time, he realized there was never a mistake.

winmance:

“Is Sam gay?”

Dean almost spits out when he hears what his father is asking him. What shocks him the most is the calm in his father voice, like he just asked him what he wants for dinner.

“No?” Dean replies after a time

“No you don’t know or no he isn’t ?”

“I don’t know, dad. You should ask him”

“If he didn’t tell me, it means that he doesn’t want to”

Dean licks his lips, not sure of what to say. His dad looks clearly intrigued, worried even, but it’s not Dean place to say anything about Sam sexuality.

“Well, I don’t know. Why do you think that he is?”

John looks clearly uncomfortable, all his attention focus on the road, and Dean wishes he had keep his mouth close for once.

“Found pictures.”

“Pictures?” He frowns

“Yeah. In Sam’s bag. Was looking for something and… shit. It was Sam, on it. With…” He scrapes jus throat “With panties. And like, doing things that I wish I never have seen my son doing”

What? With who?“

“No one. He was alone. But it was clearly a gift for someone”

Dean doesn’t answer, doesn’t know what his father is waiting for him to say. He’ll talk to Sam as soon as they’re alone, which will happen pretty soon since John really looks like he could use a drink.

“I don’t care if he’s gay. You gotta tell him that. I.. He’s my son. I love him. No matter what. But he can’t do that, can’t give pictures of himself to some boy. Who knows what the guy will do with it after ?”

“It’s just pictures dad”

“I don’t like it. I can’t tell him not to, but maybe he will listen to you, you know?”

His dad is looking at him with pleading eyes, knowing that he won’t be able to tell Sam not to do that. Pushing aside the awkward conversation that it would take.

“Yeah, I’ll talk to him”

“Good” John sights, finally able to breath. “Now, talk to me about our next case”

They go back to the motel room three hours later and John only gave one look at Sam sleepy form, controlling that he’s fine, before leaving the room. They will be gone in the morning, but he still wants his night to celebrate the last hunt.

Dean took a quick shower before putting his clean underwear on, sliding under the cover of Sam’s bed.

Sam takes a death breath, his body moving closer to Dean naturally.

“Come on, Sam, wake up” He whispers in Sam’s ear, dropping kisses on his jaw while his hands slide around his waist

“Dean? I wanna sleep” Sam nestles his face on his neck, and Dean let him do without any problem.

“Yeah ok.” He says, caressing his brother’s back “But tomorrow, you need to give me my gift”

thecharcoaldragon:

my little brother’s looking for a place to call home
but I think I’m in love with the open road
my car is my four walls and every street is my street
the only home I need is in the tar beneath my feet

I’ve spent at least one night in all the fifty states
no more than four months living in one place
my little brother he just left to settle down
I think I’d go insane in his little college town

but maybe I was wrong about living for the drive
because now it’s been two years since I’ve felt alive
no I don’t think I’m in love with the open road
because it isn’t the place that my brother calls home

weecest headcanon

j2kegstand:

Dean packs Sammy’s school lunches and puts little notes inside like “have a good day little brother” and when John’s been away for a long time it’s “I’m taking you out for ice cream tonight” or when Sammy has a project or a paper due it’s “good luck bitch” 

And Sammy collects every single note which he keeps hidden in his duffel bags or backpack. 

When Sam’s older and the light that used to make his eyes gleam is gone, he looks at the little notes that used to make his day all the more better. He smiles to himself, fully aware that how the sweet notes that made him smile as a kid still make him smile now. 

Dean, being the bratty older brother that he is, still gets joy out of rummaging through his little brother’s stuff. He goes through Sam’s desk in the bunker and only finds nerdy stuff that doesn’t pique his interest. However, when he looks on top of the desk he finds little scraps of paper- tons of them- all scribbled on with his own scratchy writing. He stops what he’s doing and just stares in awe, a light blush on his cheeks. He has to remind himself: no chick flick moments. 

This is Sam though. Sam who’s so desperately picked up Dean’s love as a child and kept it to himself in any way he could find it, even if it was dumb little notes he wrote in 5 seconds and put into a nearly empty lunch bag. Dean takes a sticky note and a pen from Sam’s desk and smiles. 

When Sam gets back from getting food he goes straight to his room and flops onto the chair that stands in front of his desk. After his muscles lose as much tension as they ever will, he sees something on his desk. 

On top of all the notes he had collected he finds a note that he’s never seen before. The writing is clearly Dean’s, and it reads “I love you” 

Sam’s heart clenches as he adds it to his collection.