If I die young, bury me in Wincest
Lay me down on a, bed of Wincest
Sink me into Wincest, at dawn
Send me away with the words of some Wincest
i don’t think i will ever recover from the looks of overwhelming relief and staggering elation sam and dean have on their faces when they realize both of them are okay like
‘… originated in England, often made of leathery skin and - Jesus fuck, Dean!’
Dean smirks, gives Sam’s ass a squeeze in warning to keep reading. He keeps his tongue working in slow circles, the tip of it licking inside and he spreads Sam more, uses a thumb to open the wrinkled opening.
The ground’s hell on his knees, he’s definitely feeling this later, but now, as he listens to his little brother stumble over his words, moan when Dean digs his fingers into his ass.
So lately on tumblr I’ve been feeling like I live in a “wincest bubble”. I never see any of the wank that is discussed. There are no fan campaigns or jared hate anywhere. It feels like I live in Wincestland and we can hang out with eachother here and visit the different kingdoms therein. So I created a map of the wincest bubble of Wincestland.
Please view full size (so you can actually read it)!!
a list of all the places of interest are listed Here.
Also thanks to Amy for helping me with this :)
Please allow us to discuss how Dean finds vintage porn
and decides to causally peruse aforementioned vintage porn approximately two feet from his brother.
Yep, Dean has no compunctions about looking at porn with Sam right there. There’s the ep where he’s watching hentai and when Sam walks in he offers him a drink and a seat. And yet when Cas was watching porn, Dean said men don’t do that together. He and Sam are something else apparently. They aren’t just a couple guys.
From the moment that Dean crawled into Sam’s crib and curled around him in sleep, there’s been a physical intimacy that is unusual for siblings. They grew up sleeping in the same room, if not the same bed — right through puberty and adolescence and all the sexual discovery that comes with it. While Dean has objected to Castiel watching him sleep, he never even mentioned it when sleepless Soulless!Sam watched him night after night.
Well into his 30s, Dean still showers with the door open, and why wouldn’t he? They grew up in tiny rental houses and motel rooms, rarely more than a few feet from one another. There’s no modesty between these boy-men. There’s no need for it. They are practically extensions of one another. They hit and hug and tend one another’s wounds. They know the feel of each other’s knuckles, palms, fingertips and arms, the bunched muscles of shoulders held in pain or despair, the clutch of fingers reaching out in fear, the embrace of joy and relief when reunited with their heart.
The level of intimacy between them is rare and beautiful.