A while back I was asked about what my favorite wincest fics are, and here they are! I hope you enjoy them as much as I did! Check out my other wincest fic recs for more of my favorite stories ( x , x )
Having the hots for your little brother is normal right? right? Dean mulled this over in his head a lot. So when Sam starts getting a little touchy in his sleep, Dean is about to go insane.
Sam is actually just insatiable. Dean is still pretty young and tries his best to keep up with his horny brother’s needs.
Glowing Embers || 3.5k || Explicit || Completed
Out in the woods on a camping trip, Sam and Dean can’t keep off each other despite their Dad being a mere two thin layers of nylon and a very short distance away.
Their ages aren’t specified in the fic, but in my head Sam’s about 15 here, and Dean about 19. There are some firsts here but their first real foray into incest occurred one week before this fic takes place.
John Winchester has never been Father of the Year – especially to Sam, who he blames for Mary’s death. He finally crosses the line and comes unhinged when he finds out his boys are sleeping together, and poor Sam cops the full force of his rage, forcing Dean to take his baby brother and hit the road to save both their hides. The damage is already done, though, and Sammy has some pretty serious wounds – mental and physical. He’s just starting to get himself together in the safe haven of Sioux Falls when John tracks them down, determined to finish what he started, and Dean is forced to do something drastic to protect his baby brother. (No spoilery warning details here, beyond that it was written for a hardcore Big Bang. I can tell you it’s complete, though…)
When Sam Winchester was a baby, his mother Mary was murdered and her husband John quickly became the prime suspect. In his Kansas hometown, always the outcast, John was falsely accused of his wife’s death, so he took his son and fled town, living a life on the road…until now. It’s summer time and John decides to stay with one of his old Marine buddies and mechanic, Bobby Singer. Sam’s life changes when he meets the handsome green-eyed boy who works there.
His whole life, Dean Winchester travels through time, forwards and backwards, but he always comes back to Sam. Dean doesn’t believe in destiny, but if it does exist, his is Sam. This story is inspired by Audrey Niffenegger’s The Time-Traveler’s Wife.
The day Azazel’s son turns sixteen years old, there’s a big party thrown in his mansion to celebrate prince Samuel’s birthday. The boy is smart but quiet, and not used to the world outside his dad’s home. He also carries a secret that shapes his life and burdens him constantly. While the most important people in town will be there to take part in the event, people like Dean Winchester, the son of the town’s mechanic and Azazel’s enemy, is definitely unwelcome at the party. Dean, who has a reputation for his great charm and libido, can hardly resist the chance to crash this party and provoke his dad’s foe. What happens when Dean, an experienced and seductive lover, lays eyes on Azazel’s mysterious and shy son will cause old secrets to surface and change their lives forever.
The first time John walks into his boys kissing, he’s sober enough to drag his tired ass to a separate room and let them enjoy the night and part of the next morning. The second time, though, it looks like they’re just kissing and cuddling–and he takes a second to stare, because isn’t that sweet? He vaguely remembers doing the same with Mary before Dean was born, and well it seems their boys are just as boring and domestic as they used to be.
Who could’ve guessed, huh?
But before he can leave the room and make some noise outside to warn them he’s back, Sam makes a startled noise and honest to God pushes Dean away from him so desperately that the kid just falls out of the bed. John winces in simpathy– this must’ve hurt. But then he suddenly remembers they don’t know he knows, because they’ve been trying real hard to hide their whatever-they-have from everyone, John’s name placed at the golden #1 position on their list.
“We..we–” Dean is stuttering and stumbling on his own feet, looking so young and scared that John wonders if he should step closer and hug the kid. “Sam did nothing wrong, s-sir–”
Okay, maybe John should’ve warned them. He could’ve left a note or something, at least– but hey, tracking the demon and hunting supernatural things wasn’t exactly easy. His to-do list is a bit full right now and he’s been a little too busy to remember his kids were kissing each other (and doing other things he really didn’t want to know about, and Sam’s already 15 so hey, not his damn business anymore).
“Dean, shut up.” John replies, but maybe he’s too tired because he sounds rougher than expected and Dean just tenses up and looks even more younger if it’s possible. “Come here, son.”
Dean gulps loudly and takes nothing but a second to stare at Sam, but then lowers his head and steps closer, still tense. John will remember to leave a note next time he finds out one of his kids fell in love with a family member, but for now he just pulls his oldest into a hug and doesn’t let go until Dean relaxes completely–
“It’s okay, buddy.”
–which takes a damn long time, a lot of encouragement and Sam silently slipping into the hug when John invited him.
He’s made peace with his mind a long time ago about their relationship, or whatever they name it. It took some time and a fair share of liquor bottles and bar fights, of course– but he’s seen how happy they are with each other, how they protect and love each other. He didn’t choose to love Mary, just as they didn’t choose this. It’s not fair to destroy their happiness just because he got his ripped apart all those years ago.
“I’m okay with this.” John says at some point, presses gentle kisses to Dean and Sam’s foreheads before finally letting them go. “It’s not what I expected for you when you were born, but…” He also didn’t expect to lose Mary, to have this kind of life. “But we’re family.”
“Dad–”
He smiles and pats Sam’s cheek playfully. “Just give your old man a break and try not jump into your brother’s pants when I’m around. You’re damn loud, kiddo.”
They love each other in dark motel rooms and truck stop bathrooms; love each other with a look or with a breath or with quiet fingers finding bare skin in a back seat. They love each other like the moon loves the sun, like the forest loves the rain, desperate and dependent and wholly consumed, love each other with steady hands on gun triggers and knife hilts, lives saved so many times the debts stopped being debts and became their souls instead, grown together like scar tissue on the jagged edges of a long forgotten wound, like saplings planted too close together, tangling and accommodating and fusing, twins conjoined at the chest and skull and soul, separation not recommended, survival unlikely.
The first time Dean remembers Sam crawling into his bed (long after he and Sam stopped sharing as kids), Dean was 19. He woke up with Sam shuffling at the end of the mattress, flushing in a way that made his overgrown 15-year-old brother look younger than he had in years.
“Sam?” Dean had asked, already pushing back his covers, shifting out of the warm spot. “Everything okay?”
Sam had shaken his head, scurrying over to the open side. He buried himself under Dean’s covers, then clung to him, burying his warm face into Dean’s chest.
“Aren’t you a little old for this?” Dean had teased while draping an arm over Sam’s waist, shifting so Sam could come closer.
“Never,” Sam had mumbled, breath hot and damp against Dean’s bare chest. “I’ll never grow outta you, Dean.”
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