morgana + wincest   417

On Your Guard, by theproblematique
Summary: "After the existence of the Supernatural became common knowledge, the general public turned to hunters for answers. This group of unsung heroes, who had lived in the shadows for so long, was thrust into superstardom overnight and looked to for safety above all else. Among them no hunter was more famous than Dean Winchester: a fan-favorite American icon who helped banish all demons from Earth.

His mysterious younger brother, however, had been absent from the public eye for years."
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  first.time  explicit  top!Sam  au  length:95001-100000  author:theproblematique 
june 2018 by morgana
Humorous Wincest Fics
This is a really long list arranged by a variety of themes.
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  humor  recs 
may 2018 by morgana
Big Damn Heroes, by tifaching
Summary: "There's some difference of opinion on whether Sam and Dean are heroes. The crew of the Firefly comes to think they are."
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  non-explicit  mal  river  crossover:spn-firefly  length:5001-10000  author:tifaching 
april 2018 by morgana
Phoenix1966's Themed Rec Lists for Wincest and J2
This is a really long list of a variety of themes; she does generally favor bottom!Sam and bottom!Jared.
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  j2  jared/jensen  recs  author:phoenix1966 
november 2017 by morgana
The Lines Betweeen Brotherhood and Blood, by jasmineisland
Summary: “Takes place after Southern Comfort, S8. The Vengeance Specter laid open wounds between the Winchester Brothers. A hunt goes wrong, which only deepens the divide. Just when Dean begins to feel like moving on and splitting up might be the best answer, a Pagan God drags Sam into a mission of absolution that he won't refuse. Dean discovers that his brother has been hanging on by a thread, and the year he was in Purgatory was much worse on Sam than he ever suspected. Cas, Benny, and, worst of all, Crowley see what he has somehow missed -- just how fragile Sam is. With a little help, Dean learns what Sam had been unable to share -- just how far he was willing to go do and what he is still going through, proving to Dean that he is still Sam’s stone number one.”
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  established  explicit  dean/benny.lafitte  castiel  crowley  jody  season:8  length:35001-40000  author:jasmineisland 
september 2017 by morgana
Master List: The Organization ‘Verse, by Ladybughanlen
This page has links to all the chapters of The Organizatioin Verse.

Summary: "AU - They boys form a partnership with the Organization, an agency that has been attempting to understand the Supernatural and combat threats with limited success. The Organization needs the Winchester's expertise and the boys just might need the Organization. Third Party POV."

“The Boss -- The boys are arrested and placed in separate holding cells."

“The Job -- The boys are asked to come to the rescue."

“The Recovery -- The boys need some recovery time."

“The Journey -- The Boss joins the boys on the road and together they discover the way home."

“The Family -- The Boys settle down at last and the family comes together."

“The Discovery – The boys discover something surprising about their new home and embrace new responsibilities."

“The Reminder -- The Boys are reminded that threats remain."

“The Return -- The boys handle an unexpected visitor."
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  established  futurefic  outsider.POV  length:125001-130000  author:ladybughanlen 
september 2017 by morgana
Twistofapen's sam/dean (wincest) recs
Lengthy list on Diigo, complete with tags, where author goes by Helleborin A.
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  first.time  established  recs  author:helleborin_a  author:twistofapen 
april 2017 by morgana
twistofapen's BAMF!Sam recs
List of recs on Diigo, where author goes by Helleborin A.
supernatural  sam  dean  gen  wincest  recs  author:helleborin_a  author:twistofapen 
april 2017 by morgana
Sinful Desire Index
This page links to "Sinful Desire," where the collection has been moved to AO3.

Summary: "Welcome to Sinful Desire! This collection is your place to find a wide variety of Sam/Dean stories along with some great Jared/Jensen stories added into the mix.

Sinful Desire is open to new works that are Sam/Dean- or Jared/Jensen-centric."
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  j2  jared/jensen  index 
january 2017 by morgana
Clean Getaway, by vicious_trade
Summary: "It was cute for about a week. But it it's been several months now and somehow Sam is still not getting it."

Sequel to "Say It's Possible" and "And One More For the Road." This one is from Dean's perspective, and shows that they still are having problems.

{' He’s got to stop her there. “Actually Krystal, that’s not going to happen tonight.” He says, clearing his throat and catching her off guard. “See, I’m actually kind of...involved with someone right now.” She doesn’t need to know that *someone* is his little brother.

Disappointment plays across her features. “Oh.”

Dean takes another drink and drags a hand across his mouth. “Yeah. But thanks.”

She leaves the table pretty quickly after that and Dean only manages to avoid Sam’s gaze for a few seconds before he has to look over – and Sam is fixing him with this mock-concerned expression, arms crossed in front of his chest. “How are you doing over there? Need some fresh air? Or a time machine?”

Tossing back the last of the liquid in his glass, Dean pulls out a couple bills and throws down enough to cover the alcohol and a pretty generous ‘apology’ tip. “Can we get out of here?” If this is going to go down the way he thinks it will, they need to be out of earshot and somewhere with a little less glass. And pool cues.

When they get outside and set out for the motel, a mere two minute walk away, Dean feels a morbid rush of excitement because this is *different.* It’s not like the time he made a crack about having a headache and he couldn’t get Sam to sleep in the same bed as him for a week, and it definitely trumped the confused, oblivious looks on the kid’s face the first times Dean had tried out pet names in public. This is an *emotion* at least, and it’s not just any emotion, it’s Sam angry – jealous, even. And that means maybe, just maybe, some of this is finally starting to sink in.

But the cool night air seems to have some sort of extinguishing effect on Sam’s anger, because the rigid line of his shoulders deflates down to nothing. He shoves his hands in his pockets and seems to try and disappear right before Dean’s very eyes.

A frown of concern replaces the frustrated anticipation. “Sam?” he tries, watching.

“I’m gonna...” Sam jerks a thumb over one of his shoulders, blindly gesturing down a long stretch of dark, deserted sidewalk. Like that explains everything.

Dean stares blankly. “...Work the corner? Streak butt-naked through town? What?”

Not so much as a smirk. “Take a walk.”

Fuck. Right up the ass with a rusty sheriff’s badge.

“Sam, come on,” Dean starts, taking a step toward him with a hand outstretched and steady, trying to look as non-threatening as possible. “Let’s just go – back to the room, okay? We can talk about this all to your little heart’s content. Or not, we can talk about whatever. Or not talk at all. I can paint your toenails *Bull Durham* style and we’ll stare into each other’s eyes until morning. Just come back with me.” *Don’t walk away,* he thinks. *Not now, not when you’ve got that look on your face like you’re glad I proved you wrong.*

But Sam is already backing up, putting miles and miles of distance between them with just a few timid steps. “I won’t be gone long. I promise.” He offers a tight, forced smile that doesn’t reach his eyes and then he turns and strides away.

Dean watches him go and lets out a sigh of defeat. “Rinse, lather, repeat.” He mutters under his breath, and walks slowly down the block.

He never would have thought in a million years that being in a relationship meant spending so much time alone. '}
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  established  explicit  top!dean  sequel  length:10001-15000  author:vicious_trade 
november 2016 by morgana
And One More For the Road, by vicious-trade
Summary: "Sam isn't blind, he can see just as well as everyone else does that Dean loves food, fast women, and most importantly, his car. However, he's not so quick on the uptake about other things, as it turns out."

Sequel to "Say It's Possible." The sequel to this story is "Clean Getaway."
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  established  sequel  length:5001-10000 
november 2016 by morgana
Say It's Possible, by vicious-trade
Summary: "Sam thought screwing around with Dean would be easy - he was finally getting what he wanted, and if Dean didn't feel the same way? Well, that didn't matter. He'd play his part and everything would be fine. Except Dean seems dead set on messing with his head, and Sam isn't so sure this was worth all the trouble, after all."

Sam and Dean start having sex, and while Dean seems to be serious about it Sam can't trust his intentions.

{ ' Then, when they were ready to get on the road and Sam was coming back from a bathroom break, he finds Dean leaning up against the counter, leering shamelessly at the waitress that had been bringing them coffee refills. She giggles, slapping him on the arm playfully.

As she’s leaning in close to whisper something in his ear, and Dean tilts his head to listen, a pleased smile curling his lips, Sam sets his teeth and walks quickly past.

If his elbow hits Dean accidentally on the way by, then...whoops.

It’s a few seconds later, as he’s sucking in a lungful of brisk, mind-clearing fall air, that Dean appears behind him. He doesn’t look too happy.

“So is that it, Sam?” he asks, arms spread wide. “This whole thing is over some stupid jealousy deal you’ve got goin’ on?” Dean shakes his head, squinting at Sam like he’s seeing him for the first time in fifteen years.

Sam feels himself stiffen. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Dean gets closer as Sam tries to walk away. “No, I think I do,” he insists, following until they’ve gotten to the car and there’s nowhere else to run. Now he folds his arms in front of his chest and faces Sam like some kind of disappointed parent. “This – the way you keep acting? Better not be because I look at a nice set of tits when they walk by, dude, because I’ll tell you right now, you’ll have to grow a set if you think I’m going to be able to stop anytime soon. I’m human, Sam.” He declares, sweeping a hand down the back of his head, down to his neck. “It doesn’t mean anything.”

“No,” Sam says with a sigh, staring at the concrete. “That...this? It’s my fault.”

A pause. “Come again?” replies Dean, surprise evident in his voice.

Sam shrugs his shoulders. “I forgot myself in there for a moment. I don’ won’t happen again. I know better.” He puts his hands into his coat pockets, looking hopefully at his brother. “Can we go now?” he asks.

Dean is looking at him like he’s just spoken Nordic. “Uh, no. No, we can’t.” He says lightly. “Not until you tell me what in the name of Brangelina you’re talking about.” His features harden and he raises his eyebrows. Waiting.

Sam looks around helplessly. “Look, Dean, you don’t have to do this.”

Dean blinks. “Do what?”

Sam gestures at the space between them “*This.* Lie to me – whatever. We’ve been doing this for awhile now. It didn’t make much sense to me at first, but I get it. I’ve figured it out. I’m handling it.” He tries a tight smile, one that doesn’t meet his eyes, but there’s no point, really, because Dean is just scowling like he insulted Angus Young. “I know what I am for you, and I’m okay with it. You don’t have to pretend anymore.”

For a moment, it’s like the earth has stood still. Everything is silent, and Dean doesn’t even seem to breathe. But then he’s in motion, so fast it makes Sam’s head spin, slamming him up against the side of the Imapala. The breath rattles from his lungs.


“Shut up,” Dean hisses, voice deadly. “You think...what, you’re just some piece of ass to me? That I use and then throw away?”

Sam squirms, flinching. The metal digs painfully into his back, Dean’s forearm pressing heavily across his shoulders.

Dean’s face contorts with rage. “You...” He growls, then drops his head, letting Sam go. He takes a step back, and several deep breaths, looking skyward.

Righting himself, Sam adjusts his jacket, watching his older brother wearily.

For a long time, Dean says and does nothing but study the clouds. Then he glances once at Sam, his face unreadable, before looking away again. “You’re such a fucking asshole, Sam,” he finally says, tiredly, his voice thin and expression worn, like he’s just run a marathon. He shakes his head, as if he’s being forced to do something awful. “Get in the car.”

Because he’s not stupid, Sam does. '}

There are 2 sequels: "And One More For the Road," and "Clean Getaway."
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  first.time  angst  length:10001-15000 
november 2016 by morgana
Deleted Scenes, by paperstorm
This page has links to the tags paperstorm has written for episodes 1.1 through 5.20.
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  coda  index  season:1  season:2  season:3  season:4  season:5  author:paperstorm 
august 2016 by morgana
BewareTheIdes15's Supernatural and J2 Stories
This page has links to BewareTheIdes15's stories for Supernatural, J2, and even Avenger stories. She also posts on LiveJournal.
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  j2  index  author:bewaretheides15 
august 2016 by morgana
Moon on Fire, by Bloodkisses
Sequel to "For the End of My Broken Heart."

Summary: "AU. Set six months after the end of For The End of My Broken Heart (if you haven't read that, this won't make much sense). The boys are still dealing with the change in their relationship, as well as the new bond, all while investigating a case involving an Ancient Egyptian cult, a killer mummy and some very unusual deaths."
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  sequel  length:30001-35000  author:bloodkisses 
april 2016 by morgana
For the End of my Broken Heart, by Bloodkisses
Summary: "Au, set post Devil's Trap. John leaves and Sam's left to try and put the broken pieces of his brother back together again."
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  length:55001-60000  author:bloodkisses 
april 2016 by morgana
This is supposed to be the bookmark for the first round of spn_masquerade, but it actually has the links for all 4 rounds.
supernatural  wincest  j2  pwp  spn_masquerade 
march 2016 by morgana
Killabeez's Supernatural Fic Recs, Part 1
(Note, this page opens to the wincest recs. Scroll up to see the Gen recs.) Part 2 (the recs made after 2-2-08 are on Pinboard.
supernatural  gen  wincest  recs  author:killa  author:killabeez 
january 2016 by morgana
frozen_delight's Supernatural Wincest Recs - Part 2, by frozen_delight
Non-Con/Darkfic, Outsider!POV, Slice of Life/Domesticity, Stanford Era, Unrequited Love, Ust/Pre-Slash
supernatural  wincest  recs  author:frozen_delight 
january 2016 by morgana
frozen_delight's Supernatural Wincest Recs - Part 1, by frozen_delight
Angst/Deathfic, Angst/Other, Curtain Fic, Fix-its, Fluff and Humour, Getting Together, Kinky Stuff
supernatural  wincest  recs  author:frozen_delight 
january 2016 by morgana
Master List: Sail and Mast 'verse, by Linden
This page has links to all the chapters of the Sail and Mast ‘Verse.

{‘ Post-series adventures in domesticity in Ithaca, NY.’}

Part 1 – “Anchor and Moon” – “They ended up in Ithaca, New York. Yeah. Dean wasn’t quite certain how that happened, either.”

Part 2 – “Philtatos” – “Dean is surprised to discover that the taxidermied possum is the *second* most awesome thing up for grabs at an estate sale north of Ithaca.

Part 3 – “Song and Sigh of the Weary” – They’d been in Ithaca for four years when Sam stumbled across their house.”

Part 4 – “Ghost in the Garden” – Maeve’s new neighbors were easy on the eyes, but there was something unsettling about them.

Part 5 – “Sunbright” – “Some nights, on the bad nights, Dean still dreamed of Cain.”
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  established  non-explicit  curtainfic  futurefic  outsider.POV  schmoop  wip  length:10001-15000  author:linden 
november 2015 by morgana
The Princess and the Memory Foam, by blackrabbit42
This is exceptionally funny, no matter how many times I read it. It’s written in diary form, from the point of view of Dean’s Memory Foam mattress.

{‘Day 59. If I have to listen to those Dial-A-Sleep-Number bitches going on about how smart they are for even one more day, I’m going to fucking self-immolate. It will be a god-damned mattress factory fire. Big fucking deal, your human *tells* you what to do and you do it. Try being a memory foam. The surface area of the average human male is 1900 square centimeters, and I will be expected to memorize every damn one of them.

Day 60. I really never believed in MattressGod before, but apparently, my prayers have been answered. Moved from the factory to the showroom today.

Day 61. There are things that happen on the showroom floor that I’d really rather not remember, thank you very much.

Day 72. Okay, please let me say that I am fully aware that I am going to sound like a teenybopper at a Beatles concert when I say this, but… EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! There were some scary moments there in the showroom—that guy who smelled like a goat, that woman with that….growth in the middle of her back, the three-year old who was still wearing pull-ups and showed a predilection toward being an incurable jumper. And while we’re on that topic, who the hell buys their three year old a queen size memory foam anyway?

Anyway, the minute I felt his hands caressing my Everfeel™ Plush surface, I knew I had to have him. He pressed his palm deep into my Cool Action™ Dual Effects® Gel Memory Foam, and I gently molded myself to his hand, doing everything I could to let him know I would support him. I would remember him.

His name is Dean, and I’m to be delivered to him tomorrow.

Day 73. This is what I was made for. I don’t know what type of cut-rate mattresses Dean has been sleeping on, but his neck is all out of whack, and don’t even get me started on his spine. We’ll sort it out, the two of us, I just need a little time. But for now? Oh. My. MattressGOD. It’s almost too easy, because no way in hell would I ever forget a single one of the 2,020 square centimeters of him. What? Yes, I know, I said the average male has an average body surface area of 1900 square centimeters. There is nothing *average* about Dean Winchester.

The noises that came out of his mouth when he first lay down and felt the way my Comfort Last® Foam Core with Ultimate Edge® gave him support in all the right places, I swear, my Cool Action™ almost failed me. But I’m a goddamned professional, so I did my job like a mother-fucking boss.

I held him all night and he slept like a baby.

Day 76. I said we would work out the problems with his spine, and we did. I would like to murder those mattresses from his past in their beds. How could they have done this to him? No matter. I’ve got him now. ‘}
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  established  non-explicit  humor  outsider.POV  author:blackrabbit42 
september 2015 by morgana
Safiyabat's Supernatural Stories
List of Safiyabat's Supernatural stories on Archive of Our Own. (Her stories also appear on LiveJournal.) Her stories are almost 100% from the perspective of Sam, and take his side in any confrontation. Almost all the stories are gen, but there was some wincest that crept in.
supernatural  sam/dean  sam  dean  wincest  gen  index  author:safiyabat 
august 2015 by morgana
Fortress 'Verse, by glasslogic
Master Index: Fortress ‘Verse, by glasslogic

This page has links to all the chapters of the Fortress “Verse.

“”Fortress” – Seven years ago Dean Winchester paid his due to the Crossroads Demon and fell into Hell. Grief almost killed Sam, a demon blood addiction came closer, but he rid himself of demonic attachments and spent years building himself a prison where no demon can set foot, determined to take himself out of the apocalyptic game that had crushed his family. But each year on Earth is an eternity in Hell, and now Dean is back. Angry, powerful, and demonic; he has a plan to wreck vengeance on those who destroyed his life. A plan that will shake the foundations of the Pit and send shock-waves into Heaven. Dragging a reluctant Sam in his wake, will Dean manage to pull it off before the combined legions of Hell get their act together enough to stop him? (words: 97,668)

“Skin and Bones” – Missing scene from Fortress. Sam and Dean escape from the psycho-demon-killing cult in Arizona, but all is not well. Dean needs to find a new host before the clock runs out on Sam's life. (words: 4447)

“Static” – Lilith's plans are in shambles and the door to Lucifer's cage has been well and truly lost, but Dean is still a demon and Sam is still bound to him with a stolen curse of sex and blood. All things considered, though, Sam's life could be worse and he is making peace not just with Dean, but with his own growing psychic gifts and the barrage of seemingly meaningless visions they inflict on him. But strange winds are starting to blow and after a series of disasters strike, Sam discovers that the greatest danger may be in the secrets that still lie between him and Dean. If Sam can't fix things before time runs out it won't be the Apocalypse, but it will still be the end of the world. (words: 62,858)

“The Things You Keep” – It's been several months since the events of Static and Sam's life has improved considerably. Dean's sane again, the demonic atrocities have stopped, and things are getting back to to normal. But "normal" for the Winchesters is still screwed up, and Sam's just waiting for the other shoe to drop. When it does, Dean might be missing, but at least Sam still has his corpse. (words: 27,467)

“Requiem” – There's a price to be paid for everything, and the time has come for Dean to uphold his end of the bargain that freed him from Hell, but the voices in Sam's head have fallen silent and without them the path forward remains obscure. They've fought demons, angels, and each other, but it's the frustration of fruitless months on the road that may be the hardest obstacle they've had to overcome. When exhaustive work finally turns up a clue, it leads straight to the one place on Earth Sam swore he'd never set foot again. But the promises Dean made were different, and Sam's going with him, whether he likes it or not. (words: 32,826)
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  explicit  first.time  established  top!dean  dean:demon  sam:powers  bobby  missouri  curse  sex.magic  sam:affected  angst  dubcon  part.of.series  wip  length:225001-230000  author:glasslogic 
may 2015 by morgana
Heart's Desire Series, Part 1: Times Two, by james (gilascave) and wolfling
Summary: "Sometimes a dream isn't just a dream. Sometimes it's a second chance."

{' "Sam Winchester," it said.

The voice was warm and powerful. Sam thought it should scare him, but it didn't. "Who are you?"

It smiled, and there was a distinct feeling of warmth. Like what Sam imagined a tropical beach would be. "You've had a difficult time of it, Sam Winchester," it said.

Sam snorted bitter laughter. "You could say that."

"Yes," it said, looking.. regretful? "Things did not they should have. Beings escaped, let to run loose on your world which should never have found foothold."

He shook his head slowly. "I don't understand."

"The demon should not have had a chance to...change your life."

Sam frowned. He was beginning to get the impression that he had asked the wrong question earlier. He should have asked not who, but what .

In a serious tone, it said, "I am authorised to extend an offer of reparation."

Sam blinked. "What?"

There was a slight smile on the being's face. "Our way of apologising. I am here to extend an offer."

"What sort of offer?" Sam asked warily.

"Your life," it said simply. "And your heart's desire."

"Heart's desire?" The life part was easy enough to understand, but this could be a little trickier.

"Your life as it was cost you a great many things. So much lost -- you can have it to do again, and this may choose one to keep."

"So it's like a do-over?"

It grinned. "Yes. Not a complete one -- I cannot send you back to your beginning." It gave him a sorrowful look. "I cannot undo the death of your mother. But after that, once your father's path swept you and your brother away -- anything after that, I may send you to relive, and change."

His brother. "Dean," Sam blurted. "Where is- Is my brother here? Is he all right?" Which was a really stupid question since he was pretty sure they were both dead, but... "Is he getting this choice too?"

"This is your choice," the being told him. "Your life."

Even as he continued to worry about Dean, Sam couldn't help but go over the things he'd wanted most and hadn't been able to get -- or keep. College. Becoming a lawyer. A house, a mortgage, white picket fence. Jess. Marriage, children. Pets. A normal life. He'd wanted all of that for so long and so badly it hurt to think about.


He wasn't normal. It had been a long and hard battle, but he'd come to accept that, even be grateful for it. It had given him Dean in a way that he could never have had his brother if they were normal. To ask for that normal life now would be to wish away what he and Dean had found together, to wish away Dean. He couldn't do that.

And even as he thought it, he realised how everything his brother had ever wanted -- and there wasn't much -- seemed to slip through Dean's fingers time and again. Sam couldn't add to that.

And just like that, his answer came to him.

Pulling himself to his full height Sam said, "Dean. I choose Dean's heart's desire."

The being stared at him for a moment, and Sam thought maybe it hadn't heard him. Then it nodded. "So it is done."

With that Sam felt something tremble in his hand, and he looked down to find his brother's heart beating in his palm. .}

Part 1 of 7.
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  au  part.of.series  author:gilascave  author:james  author:wolfling  needs.notes 
january 2015 by morgana
The Road To Come, by keysmash
Summary: “Working together again is easy enough. Living together is the hard part.”

A five-things fic set entirely in and around the Impala.

{‘ Dean was still leaning against the side of the car. He'd braced his hands behind him, one in each open window, and he frowned at Sam with his head cocked to the side. Sam had taken plenty of last looks at his brother over the years — every time Dad took Dean but not Sam on a hunt, and then later looking through dirty bus windows, before kicking him out of his dorm during spring break sophomore year, staring down at his intubated body in a hospital bed, over and over in Florida, and eventually burying him in a forest, and then before Sam hurled himself into an impossible hole in the ground, and finally, peeping into the house where Dean'd found a family. Now there was this too, one final glimpse of Dean against the car, on the side of the road, in the heat.

Dean stared at Sam and Sam stared back at him, drinking in the relaxed lines of his body. This was pretty much okay, as last looks went. Most of his others had been much less pleasant than this.

"Loop sounds fine," Dean said eventually, and pushed himself away from the car. "C'mon."

He headed towards the back of the car, towards Sam, and it was a huge effort for Sam to hold his ground, lift his face, and look his brother in the eye.

"It's fine," he repeated, and raised his eyebrows. "It's fine with you."

Dean shrugged. He stopped right before Sam, the front half of his boots edging into Sam's personal space, and Sam didn't know what to do, whether flight or fight.

"It's fine with me," Dean said. He raised an eyebrow, barely lifting it. With Dean's proximity, the constant noise of the idling car, and the baking heat, Sam didn't really know what they were talking about.

This was the weirdest part: if Dean meant the literal road they'd take from here, or if he meant the kiss that'd thrown Sam for a loop, Sam was okay with it either way.

He sucked the inside of his cheek and nodded, holding Dean's gaze. "Yeah, okay," he said, and then let out a huge, shaky breath when Dean leaned up and kissed him again.

It was premeditated, Sam guessed, and therefore better: it wasn't fast, or mostly accidental, but instead there was the steady pressure of Dean's mouth against his own, where they'd only touched once before. When Dean exhaled, Sam felt it on his face. He tilted his head a little and parted his lips, drawing Dean's bottom lip into his mouth. Dean swayed and grabbed Sam's waist, and then they were kissing, Sam sucking at the smooth inside of Dean's lip, and Dean slipping his tongue into Sam's mouth. They'd put their hands inside each other's bodies before, but that was always blood-splattered and painful, digging things out of each other and trying to get everything sewn back into place. This was easy simple pleasure, though, and Sam tried to ignore the uncertainty in the pit of his stomach.

Dean backed them up slowly, then pressed Sam against the car, rubbing their chests together in the process. Sam pulled back long enough to check Dean's face, but Dean hauled him back. Sam closed his eyes after a moment, against the sun and the blurry intimacy of his brother's face pressed so close to his own.

He moved one leg to the side, making room for Dean to stand between his thighs, and Dean sank closer. They couldn't stay like this for long, with Sam leaning against the rolled-down window, but he clutched at Dean anyway, fisting a hand in his shirt over the small of his back. Dean kept kissing, almost tickling Sam with his tongue, neither too deep to be unsexy nor too chaste to be uninterested. These were kisses that'd gotten Dean laid all across the country, kisses that said *I'm good at this,* but more importantly, *I'll make it good for you.* Sam responded just like those girls in bars always did. He wanted whatever Dean would give him, but here was the thing: Sam already had everything Dean would give him. He'd gotten Dean's youth, Dean's soul, and now Dean's kisses were just the cherry on top. ‘}
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  season:6  length:5001-10000  author:keysmash 
december 2014 by morgana
I'd Burn This City Down (To Show You the Light), by lotrabc
Summary: "With Dean robbed of his memories and Sam of his soul, Sam's idea of looking out for his brother drives them in unforeseen directions, forcing both to weigh the age-old question of what makes us who we are."

The story begins after Dean has lost his memories and Robo!Sam decides not to tell him about their lives, thinking that Dean deserves a break. Dean doesn't really agree.

{' “Actual signs of life. I’ll be damned,” Dean jokes. “How’s that work out? The family business?”

There’s a shrug, and Dean gets the feeling it’s not something Sam is ever interested in putting a microscope on, even to himself. Easier to keep on the move, so none of it ever catches up. No doubt, there will be things Dean will wish he could leave behind when he gets it all back.

“We used to be tight. Practically in each other’s pockets, but—“ he does another shot, considering the words carefully because they don’t come naturally. “I guess I turned into someone else the last year or so. Not the guy he’s looking for now, and he doesn’t say it but you can tell. Even I can tell—just a matter of time until he bolts. Looking at my face and seeing somebody else makes him miserable.”

“It’s not my place,” hands out in peace, Dean goes on, “But maybe you ought to give him more credit than that. People change, but some things don’t. Family doesn’t.”

“How would you know?” One of those things Sam does that most would read the wrong way. It’s not an attack, not with that much earnest anticipation on his face.

“Honest? I have no idea. But one guy’s opinion? There are things that don’t come off in the first rinse cycle. The guy you used to be, your brother’s brother. It’s—instinct. In your gut instead of in your head. Like when I came with you,” he finishes, going quiet with the last bit.

Sam is openly staring at him again. Two days and Dean hasn’t faltered under that stare. Not once. “Hanging around even though you got no practical reason to, even though it doesn’t make sense, that’s—instinct?”

“It’s—a lot of things. A lot of things that don’t make sense.”

“Sounds familiar.” He wraps the expanse of those hands around the bottle, pouring out a shot and pushing it across the table to Dean. Watches him take it down the way Dean had watched him before. When he goes to pull the glass back to top Dean off, their fingers brush and neither is in a hurry to jerk theirs away, erase it with a bullshit joke that makes it safe. '}
supernatural  sam:robo/dean  wincest  first.time  explicit  sam:robo  dean:amnesia  season:6  length:10001-15000  author:lotrabc 
december 2014 by morgana
Under Hill, by cordelia_gray
After Sam heals from the Trials Dean waits for him to move out from the bunker. But instead it seems that Sam is finally making a home.

{‘ Something inside Dean cracks a little at those words, but he can't tell if it's good or bad. "Sammy, I know we've had good times here, but this isn't what you wanted. This isn't the life you dreamed of, I know it isn't. You, you could have so much more-"

Dean's hands are flailing with the effort to describe this nebulous 'more' he could be having. Sam reaches out, impulsively, and grabs his hand. "What I have is actually pretty great, Dean."

"You were talking to Charlie, about college, I heard you. And, I know you wanted out, you wanted safe, you wanted happy." Dean looks down at their entwined fingers, and feels a rush of affection so strong it terrifies him. "I want you to be happy, Sammy," he says. "I want you to be happy, even if it's not with me. I want to have what you want, what you need, whatever that is, and I know I can't be that for you, it's not enough."

"These days, all the colleges have online courses," Sam says, "I can get a library science degree and I don't even have to leave the house. And we are out, or in, as much as we want to be. We take the hunts we want, and pass on the rest, and we have the knowledge know, we're not going in blind. We have backup, Dean, it's not just us anymore. And it's safe here - it's the most heavily-warded building in the world, Dean, and I'm reliably informed that the best hunter in the world sleeps down the hall from me. Doesn't get much safer than that, you know?"

Sam shrugs, spreading his hands out. "I never thought you'd settle down with me, Dean, I never thought I could have both, but here we are. Pretty sure this is it."

Dean looks at him, sitting in this stupid wildflower meadow with his stupid hair and his stupid, hopeful Sammy smile, and he can feel that thing in his chest cracking open, and he thinks it might kill him. He looks down at himself, at his battered, grease-smeared hands and his ratty jeans and his worn-out boots, and says, small, "I think you could do a lot better."

Sam laughs, and there's a bitter edge to it, the one Dean hates. "I'm, uh, not exactly prize material here, Dean," he says. "But I've made my choice, and this is what I want. What do *you* want?"

Dean can feel something warm bubbling up through the crack, blood maybe. "Never a choice for me," he says, and Sam flinches a little.

"No," he says, "no choice for you, is it? You're always going to be looking after little brother."

Dean sighs. He's fucked it up again, already, Jesus.

He lies back in the the meadow, blue flowers cushioning his head, and admires the profile before him, the broad shoulders and the sharp cheekbones and the glossy hair. Sam is hunched forward again, but he still looks good - healthy, sleek, rested.

"You are to me," he says, and Sam turns to him.


"You're the prize to me, Sam. Whenever anybody's asked me where I'd rather be, the answer is always 'with Sam'. Always."

Sam settles back into the grass beside him. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Dean says.

They lie in companionable silence for a moment. Dean says, “What's with all the bluebells, anyway? It's like a frickin' Disney flick around here. I expect cartoon birds to come along any moment and start braiding them into your hair.” ‘}
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  bunker  season:8  length:1-5000  author:cordelia_gray 
november 2014 by morgana
The Only Voice I Hear, by ratherastory
AU set in season 6, after Sam has been treated for cancer caused by the second-hand smoke he inhaled due to Dean smoking.

{‘ Dean fidgets, takes a sip of his coffee, and wishes to God he had a cigarette. Except that he quit (sort of), and he's never having another cigarette ever again in his whole life (kind of). He promised himself, and if nothing else he's got Sam's now-permanent rasp as a reminder of why he should never have another goddamned cigarette ever again. The thing with the cigarette packs, he thinks, is that they don't really warn you about the true dangers of smoking. Everybody knows that smoking gives you lung cancer or screws up your teeth or makes other people's asthma worse, or whatever. What the packs of cigarettes don't warn for, however, is finding out that what you thought was a chronic case of strep throat is so much worse. They don't warn you that you're going to tease your little brother for weeks about his sore throat and his hoarseness that makes him sound like a porn star and for the nagging earaches that come and go until you both decide it's not funny anymore and you haul him to the nearest clinic for some grade-A antibiotics. They don't warn you that your brother's doctor is going to make a really weird face during the examination and mutter about running more tests. The packs don't warn you that, after a battery of tests and questions about Sammy's smoking habits and other junk, the words out of said doctor's mouth are going to be "stage three laryngeal carcinoma." and that that's how you will find out that you are entirely, one hundred percent responsible for giving your little brother cancer because you always figured that if the cigarettes were going to kill someone, it was going to be you.

The packs don't exactly warn for any of it. They don't warn for your having to sit next to your kid brother while they do a biopsy. They don't warn for the radiation treatment that keeps him locked away from you under a mesh cage, that makes your kid brother look like a burn victim, that makes it look like it's going to kill him long before it cures him. They don't warn you that enough of his hair will fall out that it only makes sense to shave the rest of it away. They don't warn for the surgery that permanently wrecks his voice or for the damn tracheostomy tube that stays in for so long that, God help you, by the end you're both kind of used to its being there. They don't warn for the weeks of pouring protein shakes into your brother's feeding tube because he's too exhausted and nauseated to keep food down and his throat is too screwed up for him to swallow, and they definitely don't warn for the long days after surgery when his neck muscles are weakened to the point that he can't even raise his head on his own. Dean's pretty sure that, if they'd warned for all that, he would have quit long ago. Hell, he wouldn't even have started. ‘}
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  first.time  explicit  sam:sick  au  season:6  length:10001-15000  author:ratherastory 
november 2014 by morgana
Imperfectly, by Zooey_Glass (aka zooey_glass04)
This is a future fic, set after Sam's been scarred in a fight with a creature and Dean holds himself responsible. Ellen and Jo appear when they stop at the Roadhouse, and there's a solid casefic too.

Author is zooey_glass04 on LJ.
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  established  explicit  ellen  jo  casefic  futurefic  season:post-series  length:20001-25000  author:zooey_glass  author:zooey_glass04 
november 2014 by morgana
When the Levee Breaks, by Cards_Slash
Summary: "sequel to "Got a Mortgage on my Body," taking the summary from that fic: Dean wanted him to run, he wanted to chase him, he wanted to hold him down and use him however the hell he wanted. Sam knew because he could see it—because he looked for it—because he’d been looking for it since the first time."

Dean's time in Hell has left him with kinks for rough sex and a strong hunting instinct.

{‘ The morning after was the hardest part. Dean was good at handling the want. He was good at being patient between admitting what he needed and Sam telling him it was time. Those long hours that fed into days between *I want to hunt you* and actually hunting him. He was good at all of that. He could even handle the chase, the fucking, the immediate after when he felt like he was going to shake apart at the joints and Sam was always so loose and lax and distant from him. He was good at pulling it back together, at getting Sam on his spaghetti legs and back across the hunting grounds to wherever the fuck they’d been staying.

Dean was good at scrubbing away the evidence from his skin and Sam’s skin and stowing away the clothes they’d worn. He was good at burying bodies and muddy clothes and dirty skin were hardly as hard to clean up after as bodies.

It was the *morning* after that he couldn’t handle. It was Sam’s slow waking, the way he shifted when he sat and took forever to get to his feet. The contrast of dark bruises on his tanned skin and how they hurt him and it showed in the slow-motion movements of his body. Sam’s blurry eyes and grimacing lips were the hardest part.

Dean would never-ever hurt his brother (not in his right mind) and he’d killed more than a few things that had hurt his brother. The rage that came with Sam’s pain was the hardest part because it had nowhere to go and nothing to do while it lingered but fester and boil and *hate.*

Sam had taught him the routine of the morning after. Tylenol. Water. Breakfast. He’d been calm and patient every morning after even if it was his body carrying the brunt of what they’d done. When Dean got the routine right he got a smile from Sam and it made the tight pinched corners of his lips quirk up and the blurry distance in his eyes lighten.

When they were away from the scene of the crime and back in a diner with hard vinyl seats, Sam would sigh into his coffee and roll his shoulders. He inspected the parts of his arms that showed and then Dean’s arms and wrists and face. “Look, I got you.” He ran his thumb across the bruise he left on Dean’s wrist (the only bruise, the only mark) and dug it in to make it hurt again.

“That was luck, not skill,” Dean said. He moved his hand away when the food came and concentrated on the mechanical action of chew-swallow while Sam took his time working through his breakfast. On morning after’s the breakfast was always greasy and huge. Sam devoured every bit of it and licked up the last bit of gravy too.

Most of the meal was silence, they didn’t talk about work. They didn’t talk about what they did. They didn’t talk about the marks on Sam’s body (because they weren’t bad, not really, not any worse than any day after a monster hunt). They ate and drank their coffee and then paid their bill and left a tip.

The morning after became the early afternoon after while they were listening to music silently in the Impala. When Dean couldn’t stand it he found a town and a hotel and Sam lugged their bags in and locked the door behind them. Dean stripped his brother naked to the skin and looked at what his hands had done.

Bruises on his hips, one on his thigh, teeth marks on his back and scratches wherever his nails had been. His chest was bruised around one of his nipples and he was shifting on his feet like his ass was aching from having to ride in the car all fucking day.

“Done?” Sam asked. Dean nodded his head and Sam stripped him of all his clothes, stared and prodded and searched him the same as he been done to him. His fingers were gentle but clinical and Dean felt naked and scared and hateful. “Do you trust me?” Sam said against the back of his ear. His body was a warm ghost against his back (not touching, not at all).

“Yes,” Dean said.

“Then trust that I wouldn’t let you hurt me,” Sam said. He didn’t mean the bruises or the ache of his abused body he meant in the other way, in the way that counted—the way that Dean was so afraid of. Sam’s arms came around his chest from behind and he shuffled in so their bodies were pressed together in a softened, sweet mockery of how Dean had held him last night when he fucked him mindlessly. ‘}
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  established  explicit  top!dean  sequel  season:unknown  author:cards_slash 
november 2014 by morgana
Got a Mortgage on my Body, by Cards_Slash
On the surface this is a PWP in the form of a bondage scene between the guys, but it conveys so much about the characters.

{‘ Sam kept his eyes closed and his hands still when all he wanted to do was *thrash* and the need didn’t come from him but from Dean who had that in him. They both had it in them but Dean had it twisted up in his gut like a blackness that he wouldn’t use on Sammy—(no not ever)—just like he swore up and down and backwards straight from Sunday that he’d never find himself here. Dean wanted him to run, he wanted to chase him, he wanted to hold him down and use him however the hell he wanted. Sam knew because he could see it—because he looked for it—because he’d been looking for it since the first time they fucked back when they were both aching raw little boys that lost their father all the way until *right now.*

“You remember,” Dean whispered against the soft skin on the inside of his arm. He pressed a dry kiss there—scratchy chapped lips and blunt-push of his teeth just behind it. His body was so close that the smell of his cologne and Laundromat off-brand detergent was like a taste in Sam’s mouth. Like he could sneak his way into Sam’s body through all his pores. He got up, went around, stopped at the side and watched him.

Sam could go now, could yank the rope free and *run for it.* Dean would chase him down through the wrecked and breaking house, out into the midnight-wet grass and he’d take him down there, teeth at the back of his neck, knife standing like an open threat. They could fuck out there, careless and wild and *painful* because sometimes it had to be like that. Sometimes what they did coiled up under their skin and there wasn’t anyone in the world that understood that feeling so well as your brother that grew up with it coiling under his.

But now, *now,* Sam just needed this. He needed the pressure of his squeezed-shut eyes, the taste of his lips under his own tongue, the aching hyper-aware knowledge of his skin under his clothes. The buttons of his shirt, the teeth of his zipper, the hem of his shorts as it dug into his skin because they were twisted just a half-inch to the side. The fraying places in his socks as he stretched his toes and kept his voice suffocating in his chest.

Dean moved forward, skidded his boots on the floor and grabbed his hand, pushed it down into the squeaking mattress and coiled the rope around it. (Their father taught them to tie knots like that; their father taught them a lot of things they used all the wrong ways.) Dean’s hand went down his arm, just three fingers and the ghost of fingernails until they hit the rolled up sleeves of his shirt. His breath was heavy and hot and shaking—Sam wanted to see him like that, see how the whole idea of it slowly-and-surely seduced Dean. ‘}

The sequel is "When the Levee Breaks":
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  established  explicit  top!dean  sam:re-souled  bondage  pwp  has.a.sequel  season:unknown  length:1-5000  author:cards_slash 
november 2014 by morgana
Just Like This, by keep_waking_up
This story manages to fit humor between discussions about rape-fantasy and the differences between ravishment and humiliation. Sam tells Dean about something he did in his past, and Dean is both fascinated and uncomfortable.

{‘ “It was, uh…” He clears his throat and puts his hands in his lap, looking down at them. “We pretended he was, um, forcing me.” There are a few moments of silence before Sam clarifies. “We pretended he was raping me.”

“What?” Dean’s throat is dry. He can’t believe he’s heard right. “You pretended… What?”

“That he was raping me,” Sam repeats, voice stronger this time. “You know, rape-fantasy. It’s pretty normal.”

“Great. Normal. That’s always…” Dean shakes his head to clear it and starts again. “So, that, uh, gets you off then? Pretending that someone is, um—”

“Raping me? Yeah, that’s kinda what a rape-fantasy is, by definition.” Sam sighs

“I didn’t… I just didn’t have any idea that *that* was something you’d be into?” It comes out as more of a question than Dean means it to. He glances at Sammy out of the corner of his eye. “I mean, you don’t really seem like—”

Sam rolls his eyes and instantly seems about ten years younger, back when he was a bratty teenager. “I don’t actually want to be *raped*, Dean. That’s why there’s the ‘fantasy’ part.”

“I don’t get it,” Dean says bluntly.

“I got that,” Sam snipes back, turning his back to Dean as much as he can within the confines of the car.

They travel in silence for a few minutes before Dean heaves a breath. “Look, I’m not trying to be insensitive or anything. I just—I can’t see how that’d be something you’re into. I don’t understand how you could want that.”

The hard line of Sam’s shoulders softens and he turns his neck to peer at Dean warily. “I never expected you to get it. I mean, I don’t think it’s something you could get. It’s not you.” He purses his lips and his fingers move to fiddle with the hem of his plaid shirt. “It’s like… All the psychological essays I’ve read on it talk about the complete loss of control, the idea of being controlled or *forced* to enjoy something. I don’t know if that’s it for me. For me, it’s more like… I like the idea of someone wanting me so much that they *have* to have me, I guess.”

“But like…” Dean pauses, trying to be careful with his words in a way he almost never is. “You were safe, right? Like, you would’ve been able to do something if he’d actually hurt you?”

Sam sends him an amused look. “We had a safe-word, if that’s what you’re asking. And I could’ve thrown him off if I really wanted to. There was a lot of pretending involved.”

“So.” Dean clears his throat, trying to dispel the car of its solemn atmosphere. “That’s your kinkiest thing?”

“What, not kinky enough?” Sam jokes gamely and surprises Dean into laughing.

“No, I think that’s about all the kink I can take.” Dean pauses and shoots Sam a look. “That rape-fantasy thing—”

“Oh my god, this is gonna be a thing for you, isn’t it?”

Dean ignores him. “Is it something… I just want you to know, I’m not sure I could do that for you. If you wanted to do that again, that is. I don’t think—”

“I know.” Sam’s voice is completely neutral and Dean can’t tell anything by looking at his face. “I wouldn’t ask you for it.”

“But you want me to.” It isn’t a question and Dean doesn’t need to look at Sam’s face to know he’s right. “This is, like, a *thing* for you, isn’t it? How many times have you done it?”

“Just the once.” Sam screws up his face like he’s eaten something bitter. “It’s not that I *want* you to, so much as… It takes a lot of trust. And I couldn’t ever trust someone enough to really, *completely* let go.” The unspoken *‘I could trust you’* hangs in the air between them. “Look, just forget about it okay?” ‘}
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  established  explicit  top!dean  bondage  season:unknown  length:5001-10000  author:keep_waking_up 
november 2014 by morgana
If all roads were blind, by escherzo (aka nilyn)
This story has a slow build and quiet atmosphere. The characterizations are spot-on.

Summary: "They both know what he's about to say, and Dean's been fighting with himself on the issue well before Sam's latest near-death experience. On one hand, Sam is an adult, his hunting partner, and Dean shouldn't be babying him. On the other, Sam is Dean's world, the only family he has left, and he'll be damned if he lets Sam beat him in the live-fast-die-young Olympics that is this life."

Author is nilyn on LJ.
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  first.time  explicit  season:2  length:10001-15000  author:escherzo  author:nilyn 
november 2014 by morgana
The Rules Remain a Mystery, by joyfulgirl41
The guys are in a town where men are disappearing – it turns out there’s a succubus abducting virgins. And lo and behold, it also turns out that Dean, despite the macho swaggering, is a virgin himself. So of course the obvious solution is for the two of them to have sex so they can then go safely battle the succubus.

{‘ "Do we really need a checklist?"

Sam ignored him and kept writing. When he had what he felt was a fairly comprehensive list of sexual acts, he turned back to Dean. "Look, this is the easiest way to make sure that we have all our bases covered and to keep it--"

"Professional?" Dean quirked an eyebrow. "And this would in no way be an exercise in humiliation?"

"Yeah, Dean." Sam snapped, letting his anger get the better of him. "I'm having a great time. This is just how I wanted to spend my day. Making a list of ways I get to fuck my brother. It's like a dream come true."

Dean swallowed and looked away. "I'm sorry. This just..."

"I know," Sam said quietly.

"Okay." Dean clapped his hands together. "First question."

"Okay. Have you, um. Have you ever given and/or received oral sex?"

Dean's forehead wrinkled. "You mean like over the phone?"

"Oh." Sam blinked down at his list and started to panic. He couldn't do this. He couldn't sit there and explain every sex act to his brother.

"I'm joking, genius," Dean finally said. "I know what oral sex is. And, um. Yeah. No."

Sam made a check in the 'no' column next to 'oral sex'. "Okay, have you ever received a handjob? From someone else, that is."

Dean gave him a dirty look.

"Okay, uh."

"Look, can we just--" Dean grabbed the list away from him. "No, no, no. Only in my dreams. Almost, one time. No. I'm not even sure what that is." He looked up. "Have you done everything on this list, Sam?"

Sam shifted uncomfortably and said, "I wanted to be thorough."

"Man. You're a geek about everything, aren't you?" He tossed the list back at Sam. "It's all 'no', Sam."

"Have you ever kissed anyone?"

Dean looked away, rubbing his neck. "Yeah, well, a little of that probably wouldn't hurt either."

"Right." Sam stared down at the list and wondered once again if they were really going to go through with it.


Sam jumped and looked up, surprised to find Dean reading over his shoulder. "What?"

"I don't know, that's just. That's a whole lot of sex. Do you think, I mean, am I going to have to, uh, come each time?"

"I don't know," Sam admitted.

"Yeah, well." Dean walked over to the dresser and grabbed his jacket. "I'll be back."

"Wait. Where are you going?"



Dean nodded. "If we're actually going to do seven through twelve on that list, I'm going to need provisions."

"Provisions." Sam looked back down at the list. "Right. Good idea." ‘}
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  first.time  explicit  top!dean  sex.magic  succubus  season:unknown  author:joyfulgirl41 
november 2014 by morgana
And Still My Hands Know Your Heart, by runedgirl
Summary: "Losing the one person who really knows you is the worst loss of all. Sam tries to rediscover his brother; Dean tries to let him."

Coda to episode 6.07, “Family Matters.” The story is told from Dean’s POV, filled with his sense of loss because Sam is gone now that Robo!Sam is by is side, and also filled with his memories of wee!Sam as they were growing up together.

{‘ The stab of the needle grounds Dean, the smooth way Sam works the thread in and out, rhythm as familiar as breathing for the two of them. Hundreds of times, Sam’s stitched him up like this, his too-long bangs hanging in his eyes so that every now and then Sam will toss his head impatiently and shake them away. His pink tongue pokes between his teeth, and his brow furrows with concentration.

His fingers are trembling.

“Why are your hands shaking?” Dean’s voice comes out a gruff whisper, like he didn’t really want to ask at all.

Sam pauses, then ties off the last thread. He brushes the pads of his fingers over the unmarked skin of Dean’s chest beside the even rows of stitches, and Dean shivers.

“My hands,” Sam says, something that sounds like wonder in his voice, “My hands know you.”

His fingers skim Dean’s stomach, tracing the muscles of his abs, and Dean’s breath hitches.

“Sam,” he manages, wishing it was.

Sam’s broad palms come to rest at Dean’s waist, warm and damp and digging into Dean’s flesh enough to feel like there will be an imprint there, Sam’s fingerprints branded on both sides of him, all of Dean held in between. He strokes slowly up Dean’s sides, feeling every inch, like he has the right – like he has the need. “Dean,” he whispers, and he looms closer, “I can *feel* you.”

Dean gets one hand up defensively, planted flat against Sam’s broad chest to hold him back, knows he has to. He means to say stop it, but it comes out “What are you doing?”

“Trying to get close to you,” Sam answers, like it’s a completely reasonable answer. He leans in closer still, so close Dean can feel the heat of his brother’s big body pressing in, Sam’s hands still clasped around his waist, thumbs stroking down over the jut of Dean’s hipbones, and there’s no way Sam doesn’t know the effect that’s having. ‘}
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  first.time  explicit  dean:hurt  sam:robo  coda:6.07  season:6  length:1-5000  author:runedgirl 
november 2014 by morgana
Property of Sam Winchester, by laurificus (Laura)
Summary: "Dean's got a mark on his arm, but Dean was Sam's first."

Set in season 10,, after Dean has been changed back from being a demon. The Mark of Cain is still trying to influence him, and Sam finds a way to distract him.

{‘ “Sam —“

Sam shakes his head. “I’m not leaving.”

Dean stands up, and this time, he jams his hands in his pockets,as if Sam doesn’t know they’re shaking — this time because he’s scared. “All the times you tried to — said you wanted to. Now I’m saying you can. NO harm, no foul. Free pass. Find a girl, buy a dog —“

“Seriously. Never tired of punching.” Sam gets into his space, looms over him and hasn’t been so grateful for his height since he was 18 and smug as all fuck about it. “Do you know how mad at you I’d have to get before I left? I mean, I’m seriously asking, because I’ve been pretty fucking mad at you more than once in the past couple years, and I never did. I stayed through your Benny is a better brother speech, and your fake text bullshit, and your epic Gadriel fuck up..”

“You wanna do this now?” Dean says, low and threatening, anger or hurt making him dangerous. Sam keeps moving forward, doesn’t care. Dean’s knees hit the back of the bed, and Sam shoves him onto it.

“Yes,” he says. “But not how you think, Dean.” He keeps his hands on Dean’s shoulders, thumbs on his collarbones. “I didn’t leave then, for the same reason I don’t regret what I did to get you back. For the same reason I’m not leaving now. And for the same reason I’m going to fucking save you, whether you want me to or not.” Dean, the bastard, actually looks up at him, this uncertain look on his face Sam’s hugely insulted by. “You’re my brother, you jackass. If you think I’m letting you go, you’re out of your goddamn mind.”

“I might be,” Dean says. He wraps his fingers around Sam’s wrist, in a grip so hard it’s painful. “I don’t know how to stop this.”

Sam takes a breath. It’s been years. Before purgatory and Amelia and a hundred ways they found to hurt each other between then and now. But he wants the things that used to be his. “Cain had some weird thing going on with bees, right?”

Dean nods. “I’m not getting a hive in the bunker.”

Sam grins. “I don’t really think it would be your thing. Not all that hopeful about yoga, either.” He slides his fingers under Dean’s shirt, leans in. “There’s pretty much one option where you’re concerned.”

Dean’s free hand comes up between them, but not to push away. he rests it on Sam’s chest, fingers curling in his t-shirt. “Sam,” he says. “I’d never — this is a fucked up reason for this.”

Sam kisses him, a quick, barely there thing that’s still all electricity and heat. It’s the best thing he’s known in years. “I remember you were terrible at this, so having sex with you to keep you sane is going to be a pretty big sacrifice for me. But I’m a good brother, so I’m willing to do it.”

And that makes Dean laugh again, hopeful and warm. “Nobody thinks this is good brotherly behaviour, Sam,” and Sam says, “I remember you used to talk a lot less.” And Dean rolls his eyes and pulls Sam in. ‘}
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  established  explicit  top!sam  bondage  season:10  length:1-5000  author:laurificus 
november 2014 by morgana
Second Sight, by Maygra
Summary: "AU after season one. A different outcome from "Salvation" and "Devil's Trap" than what the series gave us - where all the Winchester men survive, but nothing will ever be the same."
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  explicit  top!dean  dean.makes.first.move  au  sam:blind  curtainfic  futurefic  holiday:christmas  john.finds.out  vacation  series  length:55001-60000  author:maygra 
november 2014 by morgana
The Little Artist That Could, by dimeliora
Summary: "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."

This begins with angst, as Sam's sincere efforts at art go so, so badly. But it ends with scorching first-time sex.
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  first.time  explicit  top!dean  dean.makes.first.move  angst  fanfic.aware  season:unknown  length:5001-10000  author:dimeliora 
august 2014 by morgana
Psalm 107, by coyotesuspect
The story begins with the guys driving endlessly through the desert, and then they're affected by a curse by a witch they'd been chasing, and then things go oddly.

{' "Shit, Sam, calm down," protests Dean, but Sam's mouth is on his. Dean's mind goes static.

Then he kisses back. Sam shoves him hard against the Impala and Dean makes a small noise of protest, not about to let Sam just manhandle him. In the back of his mind, he's thinking, they should talk about this, they shouldn't do this, and then another part of him is thinking about the asylum, how just cuz you wouldn't do it stone-cold sober sans witches or ghosts doesn't mean you don't mean it.

He grabs Sam's ass and hauls him closer so they're flush against each other. Sam bites his mouth and Dean bites back. It's not a sweet kiss, not the way Dean kisses girls, it's brutal and claiming. He grabs Sam's hair and pulls hard and Sam makes a noise halfway between a snarl and a whine that sparks straight to Dean's dick. He rocks into Sam and Sam rocks back; they're both already hard. It's like someone's poured gasoline into his flames, and it's like Sam's dropped the match.

What kind of fucking spell is this.

Around him, Dean's vaguely aware of the world beginning to splinter around the edges. Cracks of - cracks of, not of blue, but of not-the-sky appearing in the sky. And then Sam grabs his jaw hard and pants into his mouth.

"What's going on Dean?" he asks, hips rutting frantically. Dean inhales sharply and softens his grip on Sam's hair, kisses his brother's throat.

"S'fucking spell," he says. Sam's pupils are dying galaxies, black-black, and Dean dips down to lick at the hollow of his collarbones. Sam makes a high, sharp noise and palms the back of Dean's neck; Dean bites down, hard enough to leave a mark. '}
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  first.time  explicit  top!sam  curse  fuck.or.die  sex.magic  dean:affected  sam:affected  season:1  length:1-5000  author:coyotesuspect 
june 2014 by morgana
Shy Violet, by Morgan
Needs notes.

Summary: Appearances can be deceptive, everyone knows that. Sam thinks that applies about twice as much to Dean, but then he’s always been better at seeing past the act when it comes to his brother.
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  established  explicit  season:unknown  length:5001-10000  author:morgan  needs.notes 
may 2014 by morgana
In a Room Full, by handofipecac
A/N: Written for the spnkink_meme, for a prompt asking for sweet and tender cuddling after an intense BDSM session. I kind of went against their wishes by writing the BDSM part in too but... ah well. Porn happens.

{' It’s not always easy to do this. The right motel, the right timing. The right place for restraints.

And spread out like this – naked, sweating, begging – Sam’s the most gorgeous thing he’s ever seen. It’s not that he’s biased – he is, no joke – but it’s also that Sam’s achieved perfection. He is the epitome, the fucking Oxford definition of helplessly wanton. In a room full of bodies spread out just like he is – Hell, in a room full of Sams, this one is still the most stunning. Because Dean brought him here tonight, to this headspace, this table, this willingness to take anything Dean could give him, and he made Sam like it.

Real bondage, they found out early on, was nothing short of a disaster. Not only were the illustrious motels of America seriously lacking is sturdy bedframes, let alone the kind of steel-reinforced walls required for any proper mooring, but their lives brought a higher-than-normal need to fight without a moment’s notice. Having Sam’s hands tied and eyes covered was, in general, a poor practice. A friendly neighborhood Vampire taught them that one the hard way.

That stifled Dean, at first, but necessity is the master of invention. So instead he used it, turned it into a challenge that Sam would give anything to meet. He’d put Sam’s hands on a chair back and say, “Stay. Don’t let go.” Then, Sam couldn’t even rely on some heavy leather and locks to hold him up if he fell. It was all on him. Or not, Dean would never let him get that far, but it was the illusion that mattered all the same. '}
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  established  explicit  top!dean  aftercare  season:5  author:handofipecac 
may 2014 by morgana
Master Index: Filthy Mind ‘Verse, by rivkat
This page has links to all the chapters of the Filthy Mind 'Verse.

“Filthy Mind” -- Despite what the title would imply, this is not a non-stop porn story. Dean is being sexually attacked on a nightly basis by some sort of incorporeal entities, and for the longest time they can't figure out what's doing it or why. The tragic part is that Dean forces himself to adapt to the situation, even as Sam is going beserk trying to find a way to stop it. I always enjoy a pissed off and angry Sam, and he is scary as hell here.

“An Act I Would Enjoy” -- This story actually is mostly porn, but is serves the story. Sam and Dean both have a lot of psychic scars left over after the events of "Filthy Mind," and work to overcome them.
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  first.time  established  explicit  top!Sam  dean/ocs  curse  sex.magic  non-con  dean:affected  dean:hurt  sam:powers  bondage  season:unknown  length:30001-35000  author:rivkat 
march 2014 by morgana
Halloween, by dimeliora
Summary: "Dean and Sam are working a case when Sam begins to act strangely."

People in town are acting out of character and dying, and then Sam starts acting oddly. Dean needs to figure out what's going on.
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  established  explicit  top!dean  casefic  holiday:halloween  season:unknown  length:5001-10000  author:dimeliora 
march 2014 by morgana
Face Down Like The Jack of Hearts, by obstinatrix
They’re driving across Texas, and Sam whines that he’s bored, and Dean decides that sex on the hood of the Impala is the perfect cure.

{‘ Sam's always had some kind of thing for this, kissing damp and slack-mouthed up to the smooth place behind Dean's ear that inevitably makes him writhe and moan, and apparently, his stint in Hell hasn't knocked it out of him. It's not until he's quite done sucking on Dean's earlobe that he spares Dean the courtesy of arching an eyebrow and saying, "So stop me, then," which is really, which, which is *not* fair play. Dean makes a mental note to roll out a lecture on basic decent behaviour, or honour among thieves or some shit, when he can gather the wherewithal to actually lift his head up off the damn hood.

"Sam," he says instead, and it isn't a no, and it isn't *stop,* but, God, it *is* Sam grinning at how incapacitated he is already, just from a bit of necking, sprawled out over the hood of his own car like a freaking girl, and the joy of that simple truth is so incredible that he doesn't even care about anything else. "Sam," he says, and Sam's eyes are washed dark like he wants him, and that's all Dean needs to know.

Dean's never quite gotten used to just how massive Sam has turned out to be, and it's never more obvious than when he's under him like this, Sam's hands spanning Dean's wrists effortlessly, his broad chest pinning Dean strong and certain to the car. Dean would never openly concede just how much he likes to be held down, to be supported, but he's pretty sure Sam's smart enough to have worked it out for himself, and that's all that matters. His mouth is hot on Dean's, always so hot, hands coming up to grip Dean's face as he tongues his mouth, obscene and slow and deep. Dean moans, can't bite it back and can't be bothered to try, his own hands tugging impulsively at the hem of Sam's shirt, pulling fistfuls of fabric out of his jeans until he can slide his hands up and over *skin.* ‘}
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  established  explicit  top!Sam  sam:re-souled  season:6  length:1-5000  author:obstinatrix 
march 2014 by morgana
Like It Never Happened, by Zen
Tender, schmoopy, loving.

{‘ Sam was almost asleep when he felt the air over his bed shift, and then the mattress dipped behind him. He was on his side, and he smiled to himself as he felt Dean sliding into bed behind him. It always happened like this, only happened like this, and had been happening like this since Sam was in high school. When it started all those years ago, Dean had made it perfectly clear that if Sam ever tried to talk about it, ever acknowledged in the tiniest way that it happened at all, it would never happen again.

It used to drive him crazy, make him angry, and break his heart, but now he thought that there were advantages to it being like this between them. With these rules in place, it meant that Sam got more from Dean than he ever would have if they’d had something resembling a real relationship. The denial gave them both a strange sort of freedom. He knew that Dean did and said things he never would do with Sam if Dean felt he’d be accountable in any way. It was like a safe place that existed outside of and apart from time and real life. These dark, stolen moments in motel rooms had shown Sam the depth of Dean’s love for him, the limitless capacity his brother had for tenderness and affection. ‘}
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  established  explicit  schmoop  season:unknown  length:1-5000  author:zen 
march 2014 by morgana
The Cure for A Bolt Action Heart, by subterrain
Summary: “Mal comes back from his sale with platinum in his pocket and a pair of dirty stragglers tagging along behind him like lost dogs.”

{‘ After that it was easy to see how Sam could speak in River's own language, quick and low cadences that echoed unmoored in time or place. They would laugh together, even when Jayne was making his most serious threats, and Dean looked ready to tear a hole in the bulkhead. And it was Sam who could also turn, with a crumpled face and a spasm in his voice that he could barely control, to explain the joke to Kaylee so that she and Wash were laughing too, until Jayne's face got dark as thunderheads.

At night, Simon would give River her injection and kiss her on the forehead, and then linger in the corridor between paper-thin walls, listening for a clue, listening for anything besides the matched, steady breathing that rolled out from the brothers' bunk. Nothing.

Except later in the night, after the meds had woken her and sent her roaming the ship in search of her tormenting ghosts, River would slink to Simon's bed and kiss him on his forehead. It would barely even wake him from his standardly coma-like sleep, at least, not until she'd made a nest out of his limbs and placed her frigid toes on his bare calves and fallen asleep there with him, making tiny jealous noises in her throat and shifting restlessly in a way that bespoke the rocking of a tiny boat in a great ocean.

Then one night in particular River woke screaming nonsense, her shrieks rousing the rest of them in the passenger cabins. Reverend Book came in upon them in a panic, and observed Simon's bare chest, his position looming over her with the blankets thrown back over their entangling legs, with a terrible lack of judgement. Simon stroked her hair, murmured sweet things as Book hung back. But River refused to be gentled, instead swinging bare feet onto the metal grate floors and half-dragging, half-pushing them through the corridors toward the cockpit, training her urgent, ineloquent warnings on them like it might convince them to move faster.

Everyone was there already. Wash only just now awake and in the pilot's seat. Dean strapped into the co-pilot's like he'd been born there. And Sam leaning over Wash, murmuring suggestions in a low voice, pointing out a route of likely escape on the plotter.

Simon stood bewildered until Kaylee turned away from the view with her hand over her mouth and he noticed, finally, the small band of Reaver ships. Floating silent specks in the distant black, they were recognizable only by the insistent wail emerging from the radiological alarm. Everyone, even Mal, stood stricken like deer.

Except for the brothers. Dean was busy at his console, asking favours of the various readers, and Sam leaned in to confer with Mal, hands making minute, decisive gestures. Explaining options, rationalizing facts.

They were professionals, Simon realized. And knew how ludicrous that thought was. ‘}
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  non-explicit  mal  river  simon  dean:hurt  crossover:spn-firefly  length:1-5000  author:subterrain 
march 2014 by morgana
Loyal Constituency, by girlguidejones
The guys are in Davis County, Texas and Dean is determined to vote in the local election, even though Sam can’t figure out why. There are misunderstandings and then actual communication and then the hot porn.

{‘ Sam tries to think of the right words, but knows Dean won’t want any of them. Besides, how well can “I’m sorry I thought you were a superficial jackass?” translate, anyway?

There’s only one way to beat Dean when he’s like this, because he’s Dean Winchester, dammit, and nobody, but nobody, gets through those defenses without a plan. Sam’s got to catch him off guard. Sam’s fingers tighten on Dean’s shower-slippery pelvis, and where he was holding Dean close, now he pushes him away to arm’s length, steadying him as the back of Dean’s calves meet the edge of the grimy tub. Just as Sam guesses, Dean’s head –jaw set and eyes suspiciously bright- jerks up to evaluate this sudden tactical change. Sam catches Dean’s gaze, and knows his brother can’t break it so easily now.

“You’re tougher on the bad guys than Robinson. Tougher than anyone I know. Maybe even more than Dad. You’ve looked out for –protected- more people than Perez and all his descendants ever will, and you never once cared if they were poor or what color their skin was or where they came from. And no matter how good LaRossum is, you’ve saved more kids than she can. And you taught me more than any teacher or professor ever will.”

Dean’s mouth is open now, the hard line that his lips were in a moment ago gone soft and twitching, and Sam fights to not let his eyes spill over. He doesn’t care at all if Dean sees him cry, but Sam knows if he starts up, that the shimmering in Dean’s eyes will probably leak as well, and Dean will be pissed as all hell at him for causing *that.*

“Dean, if *you* were on a ballot anywhere, I’d vote. I’d vote as Sammy Martin, and then I’d cheat and come back again as Dean Davis, and forge another card to get in as Ishmael Jacobsen. I’d campaign, and I’d rig the machines, and I’d stuff the ballot boxes. Because Fuck, Dean. You’ve *served* the public better than anyone who’s ever been on a ballot. Better than anyone can ever even *dream* of doing. I’d do anything and everything to vote for you, Dean, and never once question the morality of it.”

Dean stands absolutely stone-still then, staring up at Sam, and Sam breaks the gridlock of their mutual stare long enough to watch Dean’s adam’s apple bob thickly in his throat, then looks back to see Dean smiling shyly up at him.

“Really?” Dean breathes, and Sam feels his eyecorners crinkle a little as he nods the affirmative.

“Really, Dean.” Dean shudders then, but Sam’s fingers re-tighten at his hipbones. He’s not letting go now.

“Well.” Dean’s throat growls, clearing. “Guess that officially makes you my bitch, then, doesn’t it Sammy?” Sam laughs, shaking his head, mumbling something about *whatever* and *you wish* but the tension between them is dissolving and slips away, like soap down the shower drain. ‘}
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  established  explicit  season:unknown  length:1-5000  author:girlguidejones 
march 2014 by morgana
My Shangri-La Beneath the Summer Moon, by Tesserae
Summary: “Winchesters don't take vacations. It says so right here in the manual.”

Sam picks a job in Arizona, and then they finally get a vacation at the Grand Canyon.

{‘ An hour later they’re ready to go. Sam’d talked him into taking a shower and ran a load of wash, and Bobby tossed them a fresh credit card. Dean pats the Impala’s hood when they climb back into her, apologizes for not giving her time to freshen up and tells her the oil change’ll be even sweeter if she can wait another couple days. Sam rolls his eyes but doesn’t say anything.

Dean gets them through Kansas, then slides over and sleeps most of the way through New Mexico, takes the wheel after Albuquerque the next day, and sometime around nightfall, fights his way up the narrow switchbacked road that leads into Jerome, Arizona.

Jerome’s main street looks like a Frontier Village theme park. He pulls to a stop in front of the one place in town without a hitching post or a fancy street lamp out front, hoping the room doesn’t run to pictures of Billy the Kid or, worse, Clint Eastwood. Because that would be sacrilege. “So, Jerome’s not a hunter,” he says to Sam.

“What?” Sam snorts himself awake and makes a sneaky motion with his right hand that probably means he’s been drooling on the window. ‘}
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  first.time  explicit  vacation  season:6  length:5001-10000  author:tesserae 
march 2014 by morgana
Wolves at the Gate, by kali1967
Part 3 (of 3) in the Wolves at the Gate 'Verse.

Summary: “They’re all gonna die,” Sam mumbles, not turning to look at him. Dean huffs, sits on the edge of the bed while being careful not to touch Sam. “I just… we can’t do this, Dean. They’re gonna die and we’re not good enough to stop it.”

{‘ “Remember when I said Sam was psychic?”

“Rings a bell.”

“Well… in seven hours this town’s gonna be hit by Reavers. We were hoping to stop it and could do with a hand. Preferably a hand holding a gun.”

Dean’s only peripherally aware of the others’ reactions-Jayne cusses, Kaylee gasps, Zoe’s hand goes to her gun-but he keeps his eyes on Mal. He’s not surprised by the tight set of Mal’s mouth, the frenzied mix of anger and fear in his eyes, but he thinks for once it would be nice to not have to fight for help.

All he wants is for just one person to fucking help them fight their goddamn war, to step up to the fucking plate and stand at their side and do the *right fucking thing.* They’ve been fighting this war for a goddamn decade and he’s fucking sick of everyone just sitting back and letting them fight it on their own, risking their necks for people they don’t even know and won’t ever know.

Anger burns hard in Dean’s gut and he fights to hold it in check, not let it show on his face, at least not until Mal gives him a reason.

“Wash, Kaylee, do whatever you gotta do to get *Serenity* off the ground-we ain’t staying on this rock.”

“You gonna abandon these people to die?” Dean asks roughly, feeling the anger swell, and Mal’s fists tighten.

“I ain’t fighting a fight I can’t win, boy,” he growls. “I feel sorry for these folk, I do, and if you wanna get yourselves killed tryin’ to save ‘em that’s fine, but I ain’t putting my crew in Hell’s path. If you were sane you’d do the same.”

“So you only fight fights you can win?” Dean shakes his head, letting a little of the anger, the disgust, trickle through into his voice, his expression. “And here I thought the Independents were the good guys.”

“Don’t you dare-”

“These people are going to *die,*” Dean hisses furiously, only just stopping himself from stepping forward, getting all up in Mal’s space. “And I’m not such a coward that I’m gonna save my own hide and leave them to be slaughtered. I was hoping that with your help we could save more of them but if you’re too chicken-shit then just fuck off, okay? Me and Sam are sticking around.”

Mal’s jaw tightens and his eyes narrow and Dean slowly becomes aware of everyone else-Sam, Jayne and Zoe all prepping for a fight; Wash, Inara, Kaylee and the Shepherd hanging back with concerned expressions. He thinks that yeah, maybe he could’ve handled that better, but he’s tired and stressed and hey, he might be dead come the morning. He’s not feeling all that diplomatic.

Sam’s hand brushes against the small of his back, a fleeting, barely-there touch that rocks him like a punch. He takes a deep breath and forces his body to relax, taking a careful step back, next to Sam. His heart is pounding and his hands are clammy with sweat, adrenaline and the need for violence still singing in his blood. He holds himself still, steady, confident that Sam will stop him before he does something really stupid like killing Mal before he has a chance to help them.

Mal spoke without looking away from Dean, his voice carefully steady and completely devoid of emotion. “Inara, I want you to take Kaylee, River and the doc on your shuttle and go hide somewhere. Zoe, Jayne, break out the party toys and start loading up. Looks like we’re fighting a war tonight.”

There’s uproar behind him, almost everyone voicing objections with various insults mixed in, but Dean doesn’t hear him, too focused on staying upright when relief turns his knees to jelly. He feels Sam’s hand grab onto the back of his jacket, bunching it in his fist, and he sneaks a glance sideways, wondering at the relief painted stark on Sam’s face. He’s usually got a damn good poker face, and he doesn’t like that Sam is so overwhelmingly relieved to have Mal’s help. Not for the first time, he wonders just how bad tonight is gonna be. ‘}
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  established  non-explicit  mal  dean:hurt  sam:hurt  sam:powers  crossover:spn-firefly  part.of.series  length:1-5000  author:kali1967 
january 2014 by morgana
Master List: Be Mine 'Verse, by De_Nugis
This page has links to all the chapters of the Be Mine 'Verse.

"Be Mine" -- Summary: "Dean didn't even realize he was doing it. Really. The whole heart thing was totally not a thing."

"Even in Australia" -- "Summary: "Sam has a plan. Dean has rules. There is kissing."

"Coitus Interruptus" -- "Summary: "Dean takes Sam for a romantic getaway. Sam has a kink. Castiel is busy."
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  non-explicit  explicit  first.kiss  established  castiel  humor  holiday:valentine's  season:unknown  length:5001-10000  author:de_nugis 
january 2014 by morgana
i am never without it, by ratherastory
This begins just after episode 7.14, “Plucky Pennywhistle's Magical Menagerie,” when Dean gives Sam not only the creepy doll figurine but the heart that was inside it. During the course of the story Dean realizes that Sam has been carrying the heart with him, and feels horrible. He knows he has to make things right.

{‘ The sheet appears to hold endless fascination. "No, I get it, it's fine," Sam says quietly, a flush creeping up his cheeks. "It was stupid to keep it. I know you don't mean it, even if you do it all the time. I know I'm stupid to hope otherwise."

Dean blinks a little at that. "You lost me. What do I do all the time?"

"The Valentine thing. You do it every year. I don't even think you know you're doing it, do you?"

"What Valentine thing?" Dean is really starting to wish that, just once, a conversation would go the way he was expecting today. "No," he says when it looks like Sam is going to try to brush him off. "Seriously, tell me. What Valentine thing?"

Sam shrugs and still won't meet his eyes. "Every year you find a heart and you hand it over and ask me to be your Valentine. You seriously don't remember? Last year with the creepy mannequin, and the year before that there was the really gross human heart in a box. And before that there was that corpse with the heart tattoo, and let's not forget the kelpie heart in a jar."

Dean chuckles at the memory. "That was a classic."

Sam just nods, then swings his legs off the bed. "I'm gonna go clean up."

"No, hey, wait," Dean lunges and catches him by the wrist to keep him in place. "Why did you say I don't mean it?"

Sam huffs and tugs a little half-heartedly to try to free himself from Dean's grip. "Because you don't, okay? It's fine, I get it, can we let this go, please?"

"Sam..." Dean stops, gropes for the right words. "Look, the Valentine's things, they were a gag, sure. I mean, a little plastic heart, it's pretty lame as presents go, right? You think that's all this... shit, this is why I hate talking about feelings." He takes a breath. "You mean more to me than that, okay?"

For the first time in what feels like forever, Sam looks up at that. "What?"

Dean rolls his eyes. "You're an idiot. I don't do Valentines, or whatever, because it's lame and it doesn't mean anything. I mean, the whole holiday thing is a joke. But that doesn't mean that, you know, this," he gestures vaguely, "doesn't mean anything."

Sam looks away again. "But you... you know. With women. I thought, um," he starts to fiddle with the sheet again with his free hand, but he's not trying to get loose from Dean's grip anymore, which is a step in the right direction. "I thought it was just, you know, when you couldn't find anything better."

"Yeah, well, you thought wrong. Now come back here," Dean pulls at him until Sam obeys, albeit a little reluctantly, then shuffles over a little awkwardly until he's behind Sam, not quite holding him.

"So... why do you? Sleep with other people, I mean." Sam's poking at this doggedly, like he's picking at an old wound.

"I won't do it anymore, how's that?" he offers, but Sam shakes his head, ruining his shot at maybe not having to explain himself. He blows out a breath, and feels Sam shiver a little as the warm air gusts across his skin. "Okay, fine. But we're not talking about this ever again, you got me? I sort of... I thought you wanted to keep it casual. You know, like, until maybe you found your feet properly again. You've always wanted a normal life, right? Can't really be normal if you're fucking your brother."

"Technically you do most of the fucking," Sam points out, but his voice is shaking, like he wants to say something completely different.

"We good now?"

Sam nods, but he twists a little in Dean's arms until their lips are almost touching, his eyes so close Dean can see his own reflection in them, a pinprick image of himself staring back at him. "I don't want normal, I want you." ‘}
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  established  explicit  top!dean  sam:hurt  holiday:valentine's  coda:7.14  season:7  length:5001-10000  author:ratherastory 
january 2014 by morgana
Master Index: Phthonus 'Verse, by leonidaslion
This page has links to all the chapters of the Phthonus 'Verse.

"Phthonus in Lethe" -- This hits kinks I didn't even know I had. Aggressive Sam (okay, that one I knew I had). Growling, possessiveness, public acts in a goth club, eyeliner... and still manages to incorporate affection for each other. Tremendously, scorchingly hot.

"On Phthonus' Altar" -- Sam and Dean are back at the motel, and in front of the mirror. Top!Sam, Submissive!Dean. Well-written, intense, character-driven. Porn, but the love comes through.

"Phthonus Waking" -- Dean’s panicking the morning after. Sam’s comforting but relentless. Dean’s sure it's all a bad, bad idea and that he doesn't deserve what Sam's offering.

{‘ Dean has been fondled and stroked by any manner of women, but this is different, and not just because Sam’s hand is way larger and rougher than any woman’s hand is ever going to be. Those other touches were all about sex and getting off, but Sam is still soft behind him. Sam is soft and stroking him with deliberate, gentle care, and Dean isn’t sure what that means, but he thinks that it might have something to do with his missing defenses.

*Sam,* he wants to say, but doesn’t. He can’t afford to speak right now: not when Sam is touching him like this, not when he’s feeling so open and exposed. He *really* can’t afford to say his brother’s name because he knows how it’s going to come out: like a talisman, like desire and devastation twisted round and shot through with devotion.

It’s going to come out the way it always sounds inside his head. ‘}

"Phthonus At the Gates of Tartarus" -- Summary: “That conversation Sam wanted to have just isn't going according to plan ...”
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  first.time  explicit  top!Sam  dean/omc  season:unknown  length:40001-45000  author:leonidaslion 
january 2014 by morgana
Master Index: Consent, by Varkelton
This page has links to all the chapters of the Consent 'Verse.

Story begins after Sam had been kidnapped, tortured, and cursed by something that may have been an incubus. It leaves him requiring sexual contact...with Dean. Sam struggles against it, even though Dean is willing to do whatever is necessary to help Sam. This story takes the incest angle seriously; they don't lightly enter into this new relationship.
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  explicit  first.time  top!sam  sam/dean/ofc  sam/omc  fuck.or.die  sex.magic  sam:affected  sam:hurt  dark  non-con  series  torture  season:1  length:90001-95000  author:varkelton 
january 2014 by morgana
Mind's Eye, by cherie_morte
One morning Dean wakes up invisible. Unfortunately this is during the time when Sam is being plagued by Lucifer-hallucinations and having difficulty keeping things straight. Dean is still there, but can't communicate with Sam -- but he has a ringside seat as Sam starts disintegrating faster and faster.

{' Sam drives for eleven hours straight after that. Dean guesses where they're headed once they've covered three states. They're in Ohio when Sam finally stumbles his ass out of the car, and he lets out a sob as he steps forward, pulls the tarp off Dean's baby.

He stands there for a few minutes, his eyes wet, and chews his fingers.

"You know I wouldn't have left her," Dean says, coming to stand next to Sam. "You know me better than that."

Sam turns to face the opposite direction. "See?" he says proudly. "He would have come back for her. If he chose to leave me. He would have—" Sam shakes his head. "Not that desperate. He didn't want to lose me that bad. He—he didn't, right?"

There's no answer but a soft breeze, but Sam nods grudgingly. "Knew I'd come here looking."

Lucifer must add something else, because Sam steps forward as if he's about to attack someone, then grabs his hand and squeezes it instead. He frowns, still staring at where he thought Lucifer was a few moments ago. "After Bobby. He might have done that. He's tried it before." Sam bites his lip, shaking his head. "But you don't know him. I know he's wanted to die for a long time, but he wouldn't do that while I still needed him. He can't be dead."

Sam listens quietly and bows his head, nodding along with whatever Lucifer is telling him. Dean's fist curls, he grits his teeth; nothing is more annoying to him than the thought that Sam has no one but the Devil left to talk to.

"I want to be dead, too," Sam admits after a long period of silence.

"Don't you talk like that, I'll kill you," Dean says, and of course Sam's only response is to walk right on past him. He stops in front of the Impala, runs his clean hand along the side of her. Then he reaches into the pocket of his jacket and jingles the keys for a few seconds before shaking his head, reaching back for the tarp, and covering the car back up.

"Goddammit, Sam," Dean says. "Don't you get that she's yours now?"

Sam leans down over the hood, whispers before he goes, "I miss him, too." '}
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  dean:invisible  sam:hurt  angst  season:7  length:5001-10000  author:chris.j 
january 2014 by morgana
Some Wishes Are Worth Waiting For, by runedgirl
The guys defeat a spirit that was causing problems for a mom and her two young children on Christmas Eve, and end up spending the night with them.

{‘ “Okay, good. Well, the kids are gonna hang their stockings, and they wanted to know if you wanted to come and help.”

* * *

That’s how Sam ends up decorating two dozen sugar cookies while Tommy and Annie orchestrate, obediently squeezing out gobs of red and green icing where their chubby fingers point while Dean swipes the leftover batter out of the bowl with his fingers, sucking each one clean with an exaggerated groan of contentment. Sam’s got that weird fluttery feeling in his belly again every time his brother does it, but Dean only grins when their eyes connect and he sees Sam’s disapproving glare.

“Right there, Sam,” Tommy instructs, “Make ‘em like lights on a Christmas tree.”

“And ‘ere,” Annie orders, “Do Santa’s beard!”

“Ooh, and more right here, Sammy,” Dean chimes in, “Put a red nose on Rudolph there, don’t you know anything about Christmas?”

Dean’s drinking eggnog, and the whisky he added to it is making his own nose a bit red. Sam thinks about calling him Rudolph too, but decides it won’t be worth the verbal abuse that comes back.

Tommy and Annie select the best cookies for Santa, putting them on a plate that Tommy proudly informs them he made in preschool, tiny handprints decorating the fired ceramic. Tommy makes up a second plate of baby carrots and a few stalks of celery.

“For the reindeer,” Annie says at Sam’s raised eyebrows, and Sam thinks no, I really don’t know anything about Christmas. ‘}
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  holiday:christmas  season:unknown  length:5001-10000  author:runedgirl 
january 2014 by morgana
Where The Wind Meets Time, by halfshellvenus
Set after episode 2.20, "What Is and What Should Never Be."

[' After the Djinn, Dean was so worn out and edgy for the next few days that Sam did the only thing a good little brother could. He booked them a vacation.

He didn't tell Dean why he was doing it, of course. He told Dean that *he* was the one who needed the time off, that the visions and turning over rocks twenty-four/seven and trying not to get killed by what came out from under them was really getting to him. Dean called him 'Princess' and kidded him about needing Midol, but Sam hardly listened. He didn’t care. He'd have told the biggest hairy-ass lie necessary to get Dean to agree to a break.

The flash of relief he saw cross Dean's face when he thought Sam wasn't looking was all Sam needed to be sure he was right. '}

They spend time in a cabin in the woods, where all they can do is fish and hike and have sex and relax.
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  established  schmoop  vacation  season:2  length:1-5000  author:halfshellvenus 
january 2014 by morgana
Occupational Hazard, by sakura_no_mi
Summary: "Classic fuck-or-die situation, but without the angst! Written for a prompt at spnkink_meme (though it got a little crackier than I intended, whoops) : Sam and Dean are cursed into having sex, you know the drill... but instead of angsting about it, or having secretly harbored feelings for each other for years, etc, they both just kind of view it as another part of the job. Eh, it happens some times--sometimes you get shot, sometimes you have to fuck your brother. Neither of them angst about it being bad or wrong; they've always been physically close (but NEVER sexually intimate) and on a scale of one to ten of bad shit they've done this doesn't even rate. They argue/scuffle over who's topping, naturally (IDC which wins, surprise me) but they're not angry or controlling. And neither of them are particularly sexually attracted to the other, but they're brothers and they love each other and don't want to hurt the other, so they're gonna try their best to make it good."
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  first.time  explicit  top!dean  fuck.or.die  sex.magic  dean:affected  sam:affected  season:unknown  length:1-5000  author:sakura_no_mi 
january 2014 by morgana
We'll Never Surrender, by akintay (aka whispered_story)
Takes place after the end of season 6. Castiel has declared himself God and then disappeared. Sam and Dean have brief period of calm. This is a lovely depiction of their interludes in between hunts, when they are quiet and tender with one another.

Author is whispered_story on A03.
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  explicit  top!dean  top!sam  schmoop  season:6  length:5001-10000  author:akintay  author:whispered_story 
january 2014 by morgana
One Complication Less, by laurificus
Takes place after the end of season 8, when Sam finds out that Dean cured his post-Trials illness by re-infecting him with demon blood.

{‘ "Fucking turn around," and Dean's voice must be serious enough, because Sam, for once, doesn't argue just for the sake of it. "You were dying, you moron. A dead you is the only you I don't want." He pauses, thinks. "Okay, there are a few other versions. Soulless you wasn't great, and high on demon blood you had a couple notable character flaws. But—dead you is the only thing I can't deal with."

Sam just shakes his head, as if there's anything in what Dean just said that he didn't mean. "I can't always be your problem to fix," he says. His hair is in his eyes, but Dean doesn't need to see to know the expression in them. The one from the church, and the one when he learned what he'd done without a soul. The one Dean's seen too many times, and doesn't want to see again.

"In the first place, you're not, and if you were, I wouldn't care. In the second, you're pretty much the only reason I haven't just given up about a hundred times, so you work out who's doing more fixing than who around here. And in the third place." He pauses, but not for long. He's thought about this, too, and he's sure he's right. "In the third place, we're going to have sex."

Sam gapes at him, his mouth just hanging open, which is a thing Dean's never seen anyone in real life actually do before. Dean doesn't laugh, but it's close, and only avoided because he's pulled the pin on this one huge thing between them, and that's probably going to have consequences.

"What?" Sam says, stepping away from Dean, at least until he realises he's moving towards the bed, at which point he starts to panic. "What—Dean?"

"You heard me." Dean moves towards Sam again, confident now that he's put it out there. And now that he has put it out there, he doesn't have to pretend, doesn't have to back off when he wants to get close. "About the only thing we do more than find new and stupid ways to die for each other is find new and stupid ways to fuck each other up. I'm saying, let's stop doing that."

"By suggesting we have sex?" Sam looks shocked; Dean will give him that. Eyebrows bravely crawling into his stupid hair, and eyes gone wide. Thing is, Dean knows him, and he might look shocked, but he doesn't look surprised. "You think having sex will make things less complicated between us?"

"I do. I've seen you looking at me, and I know you've seen me looking at you." Sam blushes, and there's no way he can deny it. "We've pretended there's nothing going on, and so far, we've nearly ended the world, both gone to Hell, and died — I honestly don't know how many times, but that's pretty revealing, right? I've sold my soul for you, and you've just finished nearly killing yourself so I could have some bullshit happy ending I'd never want without you."

"It's hard to see why some people think we're crazy," Sam says, like the smart-mouthed little fucker he is, even while Dean's having a moment.

Dean ignores him, because he's spent his life learning not to be sidetracked by him. "I don't see how sex can make things any worse. And if it does, at least we'll be getting sex out of it." He's reached Sam, now, close enough that he can grab on. "So do you want me to fuck you, or do you want to fuck me?" ‘}
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  explicit  first.time  top!dean  dean.makes.first.move  bunker  season:8  length:1-5000  author:laurificus 
january 2014 by morgana
A Little Less Conversation, by longsufferingly
The sequel to "Alternate Versions," found here:

Summary: "Sam wants to talk about various important things. Shockingly, Dean doesn't."
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  established  humor  sequel  season:4  length:1-5000  author:longsufferingly 
january 2014 by morgana
The Taste of Apples, by rosekay
Summary: "About Dean, and food, and Sam, but mostly food. A happy ending that might have been."

Follows up and fits in near the end of Sevenfists' "Life as We Know It," found here:
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  established  explicit  curtainfic  food  sequel  season:3  length:10001-15000  author:rosekay 
january 2014 by morgana
Res Gestae Master Post, by dreamlittleyo
Master Post for the four stories in the Res Gestae 'Verse. The first story is the longest:

Summary: "When Dean disappears on a hunt, the last thing Sam expects is the help of another psychic in trying to find him. The search doesn't go well, and when Dean walks back into his life, it's with news that tears the world out from under them both."

The following 3 stories are short timestamps.
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  first.time  explicit  sam/ofc  genderswap  angst  curtainfic  futurefic  kidfic  season:unknown  length:55001-60000  author:dreamlittleyo 
november 2013 by morgana
After All (The Evermore Remix), by marciaelena
Written for the Kamikaze Remix 2012. (The author of the original story, "After All," is hunters_retreat.)

Summary: "After all is said and done, what else is there?"

Warnings/Contains: "Character deaths, but I promise it's not sad. Implied underage UST between siblings."
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  season:post-series  length:1-5000  author:marciaelena  needs.notes 
november 2013 by morgana
« earlier      
per page:    204080120160

related tags

aftercare  angst  apocafic  au  author:aggybird  author:akintay  author:alasse  author:andreth47  author:apocalypsos  author:ash_carpenter  author:astolat  author:autoschediastic  author:aythia  author:backinblack  author:barkeep  author:belyste  author:bemycasualty  author:bewaretheides15  author:blackrabbit42  author:bloodkisses  author:blue_soaring  author:brimstonegold  author:britomart_is  author:callistosh65  author:candle_beck  author:cards_slash  author:cas  author:causeways  author:celaeno7  author:checkthemargins  author:chemm80  author:cherie_morte  author:chris.j  author:cleverboots  author:clex_monkie89  author:concernedlily  author:conquest  author:cordelia_gray  author:coyotesuspect  author:deirdre_c  author:destina  author:de_nugis  author:dimeliora  author:dragonspell  author:dreamlittleyo  author:drvsilla  author:dwarfankylosaur  author:eighth_horizon  author:electricalgwen  author:elise_509  author:ellipsisblack  author:ephemerall  author:epicallytired  author:eremir  author:escherzo  author:esorlehcar  author:estei  author:fayjay  author:felisblanco  author:flawedamythyst  author:fleshflutter  author:foolishgames  author:fools_game  author:fourfreedoms  author:fromcainwithlove  author:frozen_delight  author:gekizetsu  author:gilascave  author:gillian  author:girlguidejones  author:glasslogic  author:glovered  author:goddessleila  author:halfshellvenus  author:handofipecac  author:helleborin_a  author:ignipes  author:ignited  author:james  author:jasmineisland  author:jassy3399  author:javajunkie13  author:jeyhawk  author:joyfulgirl41  author:kali1967  author:keep_waking_up  author:kellifer_fic  author:keysmash  author:killa  author:killabeez  author:ladybughanlen  author:latentfunction  author:laurificus  author:lazy_daze  author:la_folle_allure  author:lenore  author:leonidaslion  author:linden  author:liralen  author:littlemissgg  author:locknkey  author:longsufferingly  author:lotrabc  author:lustmordred  author:luzdeestrellas  author:lyra_wing  author:maerhys  author:maraceles  author:marciaelena  author:maygra  author:meadowmines  author:memphis86  author:merry  author:mickeym  author:mirabella  author:mistyzeo  author:molly  author:mollyamory  author:monkiedude  author:moragmacpherson  author:morgan  author:musesfool  author:neppie  author:neros_violin  author:nilyn  author:ninhursag  author:nomelon  author:norah  author:nutkin  author:nyxie  author:nyxocity  author:obstinatrix  author:onlythefireborn  author:oxoniensis  author:paperstorm  author:paper_storm  author:pavonine  author:paxlux  author:pet  author:phantisma  author:philalethia  author:phoenix1966  author:pixymisa  author:poisontaster  author:poppymoon3  author:queenklu  author:queerly_it_is  author:raina_at  author:rainylemons  author:ratherastory  author:reapertownusa  author:rei_c  author:rivers_bend  author:rivkat  author:road_rhythm  author:rosekay  author:ruefulgirl  author:runedgirl  author:safiyabat  author:sakura_no_mi  author:salmon_pink  author:scribblinlenore  author:selecasharp  author:setissma  author:sevenfists  author:sinestrated  author:smallcaps  author:sorrel  author:sorrelchestnut  author:squeakysnow  author:standing_fic  author:stangerine88  author:stardust_made  author:stele3  author:stephanometra  author:stir_of_echoes  author:subterrain  author:tacotheshark  author:taelynhawker  author:teand  author:tesserae  author:thehighwaywoman  author:thenyxie  author:theproblematique  author:thirteenspikes  author:tiana  author:tifaching  author:topaz119  author:torch  author:traffic_west  author:tremblings  author:twistofapen  author:vaingirlfic  author:vamphile  author:varkelton  author:velvetine01  author:veronamay  author:vicious_trade  author:victoria_p  author:virtualpersonal  author:wanttobeatree  author:whereupon  author:whispered_story  author:wolfling  author:wraith816  author:xzombiexkittenx  author:ygrawn  author:zen  author:zooey_glass  author:zooey_glass04  bobby  bobby.finds.out  bobby:ghost  body.swap  bondage  bonded.boys  breathplay  bunker  casefic  castiel  coda  coda:1.06  coda:1.12  coda:1.14  coda:2.08  coda:2.14  coda:2.18  coda:2.21  coda:2.22  coda:3.03  coda:3.08  coda:3.11  coda:3.16  coda:4.14  coda:4.16  coda:4.18  coda:4.22  coda:5.14  coda:5.22  coda:6.07  coda:6.12  coda:6.15  coda:6.19  coda:7.14  coda:7.17  coda:7.21  crackfic  crossover:spn-dragonriders.of.pern  crossover:spn-fast.and.furious  crossover:spn-firefly  crowley  curse  curtainfic  dana  dark  dean  dean.makes.first.move  dean/benny.lafitte  dean/lisa  dean/ocs  dean/ofc  dean/ofcs  dean/omc  dean/omcs  dean:affected  dean:amnesia  dean:birthday  dean:body.swap  dean:deaf  dean:demon  dean:hurt  dean:invisible  dean:mute  dean:powers  dean:sick  dragons  dubcon  ellen  established  explicit  fairies  fanfic.aware  first.kiss  first.time  food  fuck.or.die  futurefic  gen  genderswap  girl!Dean  girl!Dean/ofc  girl!Dean/omc  has.a.sequel  hell  holiday:christmas  holiday:halloween  holiday:thanksgiving  holiday:valentine's  humor  hurt/comfort  index  j2  jared/jensen  jo  jody  john  john.finds.out  kidfic  kissing  knifeplay  length:1-5000  length:5001-10000  length:10001-15000  length:15001-20000  length:20001-25000  length:25001-30000  length:30001-35000  length:35001-40000  length:40001-45000  length:45001-50000  length:50001-55000  length:55001-60000  length:60001-65000  length:65001-70000  length:70001-75000  length:90001-95000  length:95001-100000  length:110001-115000  length:125001-130000  length:225001-230000  length:265001-270000  length:350001-355000  lisa  lucifer  mal  missouri  needs.notes  non-con  non-explicit  outsider.POV  p  part.of.series  pre-slash  prior  psychic  pwp  recs  river  ruby  sam  sam/dean  sam/dean/ofc  sam/dean/sarah  sam/jess  sam/oc  sam/ofc  sam/ofc/omc  sam/ofcs  sam/omc  sam/omcs  sam/sam:robo/dean  sam/sarah  sam:affected  sam:amnesia  sam:antichrist  sam:birthday  sam:blind  sam:body.swap  sam:dark  sam:hooker  sam:hurt  sam:migraine  sam:mute  sam:powers  sam:prior  sam:re-souled  sam:robo  sam:robo/dean  sam:sick  schmoop  season:1  season:2  season:3  season:4  season:5  season:6  season:7  season:8  season:10  season:post-series  season:pre-series  season:unknown  sequel  series  sex.magic  sexpollen  simon  spnkink_meme  spn_blindfold  spn_masquerade  succubus  supernatural  tattoos  top!dean  top!sam  torture  vacation  vampires  verse!5D5D  verse!  verse!broken  verse!  verse!renovation  via:jmtorres  via:killabeez  via:nicky69  voicemail.fixit  wincest  wip 

Copy this bookmark: