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Fluffy!Wincest fic recs

for multiple request, some sweet love with our favorite brothers ♥, thanks to all the writers of this fabulous fandom, bless them.

Nothing Is Enough For Me Sam uses the hotel shampoo and it causes an unexpected reaction.

The King and The Lionheart  After the disastrous but effective removal of the Mark, without allies or a reason to keep hunting, Sam and Dean Winchester leave their old life behind them in flames. They re-emerge from the ashes as Sam and Dean Wesson, residents of Misty Luna, Maine– a town with a personality all its own. As they settle into civilian life, they gain careers, a home, good friendships and the kind of fulfillment they never thought possible. But with nothing left to fight, the underbelly of their particular kind of love is thrown into sharp relief, especially considering the whole town thinks they’re married, anyway. After dancing around their feelings for the past twenty years, Sam and Dean find a peace they never knew existed, and through it all, they find each other again. And maybe, just maybe, forever. Curtain!fic. Canon divergence after 10×21, “Dark Dynasty.”

Constellation “You should be lookin’ at the stars, not at me.” Dean tries to fight against the blush he knows is rising up his neck from not even being stared at, but fucking gazed at, like he was something to be hung up and admired for hours, except he’s just him and while he knows he gets his fair share of appreciation, he sure as hell doesn’t deserve the treatment that Sam’s giving him right now.

The Consequence  Sam wakes up from a black-veined, fog-like nightmare after the events of “Don’t Call Me Shurley,” 11×20. He heads to the library for a nightcap, but instead, he finds Dean.

The Little Spoon  To his horror, Sam discovers that he’s a stealth!snuggler.

Dean, Interrupted   When Sam catches Dean in the act Sam admits he has never successfully jerked off so being the awesome big brother he is, Dean decides to teach him a thing or two.

Top This   Dean’s sure he’s a top. Only problem is, Sam’s pretty sure that’s his job

Fix You   After their encounter with Famine, the boys are in dire straits. With Dean left shaken by the horseman’s taunts – which rang truer than he’d like to admit – and Sam juiced up on demon blood again, Dean is at a loss. He has no idea how to move forward, or where they’re meant to go from here. Then again, they’ve always had each other – perhaps their salvation isn’t as far away as it seems.

Stanford Hoodie   Sam has to leave for a few days to go pick up some lore books from a fellow hunter. Dean misses his baby brother more than he thought he would, so he seeks comfort in Sam’s favorite old Stanford hoodie.

Then We Will See Face to Face  There are days when Dean can pretend that Sam was never dead. Like today, like now; watching Sam spin around some hotel dance floor with a woman in white, his face flushed open in joy, Dean can almost see this as his brother’s wedding, can picture him again 22, holding the love of his life in his arms.

Remember Me As A Time of Day  Sam is sure of many things in this world – many, many things – and the realization that he is in love with his brother has just become one of those things, and it’s okay. Dean looks back at Sam and he smiles and it’s brighter than any light in the sky because Dean is Sam’s sun, the center of his universe, the reason he moves, breathes, lives, and for now, it’s okay. In seven days, Sam is going to have a black hole swallowing his chest, but for now, it’s okay.

The Totally Clichéd Naked Cuddling Hypothermia Story The title says it all

A Matter of Time  Sam leaves Dean a voicemail where he names the one thing they were never supposed to name between them. Well, names it as well as one possibly can in a drunk dial. The chain of events and ongoing game of telephone tag that follows dredges up some old memories and feelings that Dean’s been fighting for a while now, and he’d really rather not fucking deal with any of that, thanks very much.

Then Dean gets careless and everything comes to a head. After all, it was only a matter of time.

Courage   After an encounter with a vindictive spirit, Dean loses an important part of his personality.

Rankle & Gall Post Gadreel-reveal: after a month of not really finishing their unfinished arguments, Sam and Dean finally do finish one, and get back on the same page so that they can deal with the Mark of Cain the Winchester Way – together. An alternate take on Season 9 with Cain summoning, soul-bonding, Oz-sourced magical spell casting, much lasagna baking, and angsty reunion-type schmoop.

Mystery Flavor   Sam and Dean play a game from their childhood, but it has unforeseen consequences

We’d Share Each Other Like an Island  In which things end happily ever after.

Worth It   Turns out the only thing more uncomfortable than sitting through class with a half-woody and a pair of panties wedged up your ass is doing it while your panties are soaking wet from your brother’s mouth.

Redshift  They’re still reeling from Dean’s stint in Purgatory, the Trials are tearing them apart, the world hangs in the balance (again)—and Dean wants to get a pool table and have a sex marathon. Of course he does.

welcome christmas bring your light  Dean loses Sam during a christmas parade.

Just Another Day  When rain keeps them in a motel for another night, Sam settles in for a quiet day of movies, popcorn, and cuddling (and maybe more) on a couch with Dean — until he realizes what day it is.

The Best Chair  There’s one chair that is by far the best spot in the bunker. There’s always a fierce competition. Except sometimes they share the chair.

It’s a bit of fluff, then smut, then some more fluff.

Man in the Mirror  Dean won’t let Sam see him naked and they haven’t had sex in a week. Sam’s going to find out what’s going on.

Can I Have a Kiss? Sam asks Dean to kiss him

Blowjobs and Other Cheap Birthday Presents  It’s Sam’s eighteenth birthday, and Dean knows exactly what to get him.

Time Apart   After an argument with Dean, an annoyed Sam ends up trying (and failing) to get to sleep in a separate motel room from Dean, while Dean goes out to get drunk.When Dean returns to the motel, he ends up drunkenly staggering into Sam’s room.

All Thanks to the Golden Girl   It’s been four sunsets in a row that they’ve seen together recently, and Sam’s got some questions.

Poison Arms Around You  Dean’s struggling with his feelings for Sam, and so he pushes his brother away. He makes it so they have separate beds, he pretends not to like cuddling, and he makes sure Sam stops touching him until he can figure out what he’s feeling and how to deal with it. But as it turns out, he doesn’t have to as much as he thought he would.

Before You Come in Here With Some Kinda Attitude, You Better Read the House Rules   Dean, being the caring and responsible older brother that he is, took Sam out drinking for the first time. It was the best night ever, or maybe the worst, depending on which of them you ask.

Sanctuary   Even if Dean can no longer carry Sam, at least he can still protect him in his own way.

for peace comes dropping slow   It’s not a home, or a base, or even a place they stay all that often, but in the aftermath of the war, Minnesota’s where things happen. It’s where things between them change.

Acceptance   A few weeks after the boys reveal their relationship to Bobby, the older hunter walks in on them snuggled up together as they sleep. He doesn’t have the heart to wake them and it finally dawns on him that he really has accepted the boys.

Gimme Some Sugar  Sometimes, you just a need a little something sweet.

Also Known As, the one where Sam secretly learns to make pie for Dean and Dean eats it out of his ass.

Sutures   After a hunt gone awry, Dean patches up his brother just like always. It doesn’t quite turn out the way it normally does, though.

PBJ   Sam’s got a broken arm, and Dean knows just the thing to cheer him up.

Same Color and Type

pathossam:

Summary: After the events of Red Meat (11×17), Sam finds out that Dean lied to him about what he did when he thought Sam was dead. Dean offers the truth in a way that changes them forever. 8.5k words. Explicit.

Sam groans heartily through his nose, squirming in his bed as he tries to find a comfortable position. He hates to admit that Dean is right about his mattress, but the thing is like a brick, pushing rudely up against his tailbone as he tries to sink into it. He can’t lie all the way down, either, because– well. Because he’s in a considerable amount of pain, despite the good stuff they gave him at the hospital. The pain is nothing, though, comparatively, because he’s supposed to be dead. He should be dead, floating aimlessly in the great big Empty, thanks to the gut-shot delivered by Murderous Werewolf number 3, and his ability to aim with deadly accuracy. Instead, that werewolf is dead, and Sam is miraculously, unbelievably alive.

Sam closes his eyes, flashes of Dean’s face imprinted on the back of his eyelids, laughing as he dug the bullet out of his little brother’s spilled guts. Dean had tried to smile and joke through it, tried to keep Sam’s blood pressure from skyrocketing in panic so the red-hot liquid wouldn’t pour out of the wound any faster than it already was, but Sam could see the truth, the fear in Dean’s eyes. The crystal-green was so bright, shining with the horrified tears Dean was holding back, because they both knew how dangerous it was for a bullet to enter where it did. They both knew that it would take a miracle for Sam not to bleed out, right there on that cold floor in the middle of nowhere.

But, well. Dean is a damned miracle in and of himself, so it’s no small wonder Sam walked (crawled, stumbled) away from that place.

Read the rest on Ao3 here.

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kingpadackles:

Reblog this with a link or title to your favorite semi long or very long Wincest fic please! 

I feel like reading something with smut but also with good plot.

Come On, Oblivion
by gothpandaotaku  Make Thick My Blood by te megalosaurus : No smut but the plot is amazing 

of lovers & nightmares by dirigibleboyking : 

Dean loses his memories. Guess what happens next.(A+++++++++++)

Suave & Complicated by BlueMorpho (OldToadWoman) : 

Everyone loves a good sex pollen fuck-or-die story, right? Love potions, fertility rituals, the-demons-made-them-do-it and whatnot. But what if nothing forced them? What if they discovered a magic ritual that was really useful, but not even exactly necessary, and all Sam and Dean had to do was just kiss? And what if that still changed everything?

The Little Artist That Could by dimeliora :

Sam manages to claim the Big Bang of his favorite fanfiction author. Dean’s last Big Bang gets claimed by an unknown, incredibly bad, but earnest artist. (Funny, smutty , cute)

The Middle Child by morrezela : 

In a world where all three Winchester brothers made it out of that building without becoming angel suits, Sam has to adjust to his new role in Dean’s life and Adam’s obsession with his sex life.( Switching, FUnny, AWEsome with  adam )

Where the Earth Erodes by brokenlittleboy : 

When Sam explores a mysterious cavern deep in the woods behind the Bunker, he accidentally awakens a sheevra, a mischievous fairy spirit that intrudes the minds of its victims and feeds on emotions.

Stranger Than Fiction by nyxocity : 

Meta-comedy/drama set immediately post-4×18, The Monster at the End of This Book. Dean can’t stop wondering why people would write gay porn about him and Sam. Research takes him to interesting places; re-reading novels for subtext, visiting message boards, and a really freaky place called LiveJournal. What he discovers is a sick fascination with fanfiction, more about gay sex than he ever wanted to know, and an even deeper obsession with understanding why people write this stuff. (FUNNY, angsty and awesome)

Cri de Coeur [The Heart’s Cry] by kelleigh (girlfromcarolina) : Sam and Dean could use a break after banishing God’s sister to the far reaches of oblivion.
However, a new case drops into their laps when they receive a message sent to the Men of Letters using a strange old code. (HORROR< AWESOME)

Catfish by ShadowBiscuit :

Sam and Dean have been pranking each other since they were kids. It was sort of a routine, though it has been tamped down by all the hunting and serious business, boss fights. (Funny, sexy and prank wars )

Come On, Oblivion by gothpandaotaku : 

Dean’s left him, and well… Sam has nothing but Oblivion to look forward to. (PAINFUL< SO MUCH ANGSt, poor dean, poor sam)

Cold Without You by ghostboi : Dean’s hit by a love curse, and Sam is the object of his fascination. Damn witches. ( Funny, ngsty slow burn )

Couples Counseling by MsImpala67 : 

What better way to investigate a marriage counselor (who may or may not be responsible for the death of six of her clients) than to go to marriage counseling? It’s just pretend right? No different than putting on the FBI suits. Of course, nothing ever goes according to plan, and Sam and Dean quickly get more than they bargained for. ( SO much talking and so much 😉 

Courting Death by theproblematique : 

Sam Winchester lived the first six months of his life in a happy family; the next twelve years as John Winchester’s only son, and the last decade as an orphan. He’s supposed to die at twenty-two trying to save the woman he loves from a fire, because he doesn’t have a brother to pull him back. But the night Sam meets his Reaper he discovers that Death is overly fond of pop-culture references, too beautiful to be real, and reluctant to kill him. ( Fav raised apart au )

Old friends in kinky places by  foggysundays : 

Dean has found them a new case – and Dean being Dean it´s not just a simple salt & burn, but a bit more exotic… Good thing Sam has always dreamed of posing as his brother´s submissive in some weird BDSM Club that somehow belong to an old friend of Deans’ he´s never even heard of. (SExy )

There’s probably a lot more i forgot ;/

holdmesamthatwasbeautiful:

John wakes up and
tries to hide the liquor on his breath with coffee so black it moves like tar in
the dirty motel mug before he gets into the Impala and drives across the
country in search for darkness.

When Dean tells Sam
that their father hunts bad things, Sam giggles.

Because little
Sammy knows how to hide in plain sight.

Sam watches
through his lashes as John packs his bag: holy water, gun, silver bullets.

A bible.

Sam rolls over in
the warm bed and pretends to be asleep: Dean is warm and close next to him,
sleeping soundly. Sam can feel John’s tired gaze fall on them for a minute, and
the room is silent with goodbyes he knows John won’t bother to voice.

Shuffling steps, a
key in the lock, and the roar of the Impala.

Sam smiles softly
into the pale morning light.

When Dean wakes
up, Sam’s close: dark eyes heavily lidded, a sleepy smirk that looks
indecent on his young face. His fingertips are feathery light on Dean’s shoulder,
counting the faint sprinkle of freckles there.

“You’re pretty when
you sleep,” Sam tells Dean. His voice is very quiet, and Dean blushes like a
virgin.

“You’re pretty
when you’re awake,” Dean says, and Sam slides unhurriedly on top of him,
grinding their barely dressed warm bodies together. Dean makes a beautiful
noise somewhere between a plea and a whine, and Sam can smell the guilt on his
neck.

It smells like
victory, and Sam keeps smiling when he thinks of John out there: I have to protect you boys.

John never
realizes that the call is coming from inside the house. That when he locks
the motel room door, he leaves Dean at the mercy of the most dangerous thing of
all.

By the time John exorcises
his first demon, Sam is counting the freckles on Dean’s hipbones with the tip
of his tongue.

transgendersam:

sam pining after dean for so long but never saying anything and hes so scared hes being obvious but dean is SUPER OBTUSE and only finds out after sam has gotten hurt a whole bunch (later seasons)

and dean ruminates on it for a long time and starts watching sam a little more carefully and starts noticing all these other things–how sam barely eats and doesnt eat for a day after eating something sweet (as punishment? jesus christ sammy) and how he squeezes his palm if a stranger touches him or if someone says something nasty and meant to hurt or or or

theres so much and dean cant believe he missed it all and he feels like hes going to drown until he notices that sam has noticed him noticing. sam knows deans been watching him and dean can tell sam is thinking the absolute worst

so dean takes sam out to eat (somewhere nice and organic or whatever) and goes on a walk with him around the bunker and tells sam hes so sorry. and he doesnt want forgiveness he wants to get better. and he wants to be with sam. and yes hes serious. and sam doesnt say anything at first and gets up and leaves and dean lets him be for a while and when he finds sam in the library sams got these big wet eyes like hes a kid again and makes dean say it again. and dean says he wants to be with sam he wants to be with sam he wants to be with sam–

and, no, it doesnt get all better after that. not for a long time. theyre both so fucked up and sam is all cut up inside so bad and dean is bad at fixing it but hes learning. and their first kiss is something powerful even though sam acts like a frightened doe after, like dean will just fucking disappear now that sams gotten something he wanted but god damn it sam, you dont have to keep punishing yourself

and dean is so tender and careful during their first time and just constantly asks sam if hes hurting him and sam is so desperate and starved for it and maybe he believes a little now that dean will stick around but a part of him still wants to hold on as tightly as he can just in case it doesnt last, so sams the desperate, rougher one while dean is trying to be slow and loving, hes so awkward when it comes to talking but just maybe he can get through to sam like this, can show sam with his body that he loves him

it doesnt feel wrong or weird and talking about it actually feels good, after dean stops being so damn scared of it. and dean cant feel scared or hesitant at all when sam smiles again, god, when sams so beautiful like that. sam makes it all worth it

holdmesamthatwasbeautiful:

Dean is packing his
duffle when he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror, and for the fraction
of a second, he’s convinced that a stranger is staring back at him.

He straightens his
back and looks again. He hasn’t looked at himself in the mirror a lot, these
past years – not much to see, he’d figured. Now, he looks.

New scars. The
same guilt-ridden tautness in his shoulders. He doesn’t look young anymore: the
fullness to his mouth that has been there has faded, the lines around his eyes
are sharp and tells tales of sleepless nights full of whiskey. There used to be
a playful gleam in his eyes, but he realizes now that he’s lost it somewhere
along the road: he looks somber and tight jawed, and there’s a touch of grey around
his temples.

He looks like John
had, the last years of his life; tired and pinched, the planes of his face a
little mean looking.

Dean looks away.

“Hey.”

Dean turns around.
Sam’s watching him, standing in the door opening with his arms crossed over his
chest. He smiles softly, and Dean’s heart flutters in his chest; nothing’s changed, there.

“What are you
doing?” Dean asks.

“Same as you,” Sam
says easily and steps into the room, one eyebrow arched. “Admiring the view.”

Dean scoffs out a disbelieving
laughter and feels his cheeks go a little warm. “You’re cheesy.” His eyes
flickers back his reflection again. He adds in a murmur: “Ain’t that much of a
view anymore, anyway.”

Sam walks up
behind him, and Dean’s breath catches a little in his throat when Sam’s fingers
curl around his waist. It’s a little softer these days, and he bites his lip as
his gaze drops to the floor.

“Dean,” Sam mumbles
into his ear, his warm breath sending shivers down his spine. “Look up for me.”

Dean does. He
stares at them in the mirror: Sam’s behind him, one arm wrapped around Dean’s
waist, his long hair falling in a soft curl around his face. He still looks
young, Dean thinks: his mouth is still pink and soft, his gaze glittering. He
looks like something Dean doesn’t want to tarnish.

“Do you know what my
biggest fear has been?” Sam asks quietly, running his knuckles softly against
the scruff of Dean’s jaw.

Dean’s eyes meet
Sam’s in the mirror, and he shakes his head. “No.”

Dean feels Sam
swallow, his grip around Dean growing a little tighter. “That I never would get
to see you like this,” Sam says. Dean almost, almost, misses the tremor in his voice. “That I wouldn’t get to see
you age. Dean, I’ve been so terrified I’d have to go on living, without you.
With just. With just the memory of your young face, while I grew older.”

Dean’s fingers find
Sam’s; braids them together. “Sam.”

“You have no idea,
do you,” Sam murmurs. “Just how beautiful you are to me like this. You’re. You’re
alive, and ageing. Dean, you’re so perfect.”

Sam turns Dean
around gently, lifts his chin, and Dean feels like he’s sixteen years old again;
melting into Sam’s arms, just as powerless as he had been all those years ago
when he’d first realized how gone he
was for his beautiful baby brother.

Sam’s mouth is hot
against Dean’s when he whispers: “Never been more in love with you.”

Dean throws his
arms around Sam’s neck. They kiss, and it’s so simple and perfect, and when
Dean’s fingers tangle in Sam’s hair, he thinks: I need centuries more of this.

ahoyspn:

P l a t o n i c  s o u l m a t e s: It’s like a best friend, but more. It’s the one person in the world that knows you better than anyone else. It’s someone who makes you a better person. A soulmate is someone who you carry with you forever. It’s the one person who knew you and accepted you and believed in you before anyone else did or when no one else would. And no matter what happens, you’ll always love them.