Tag: wincest

Is it bad that I hate Sam is being tortured but I want protective Dean at the same time?

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Yes, hello! You have reached the protective Dean hotline. I am here to help. No, that’s not bad at all. Please enjoy this fine selection of protective Dean moments to tide you over until the season premiere. 

How about when Sam was doing the trials and Dean just wanted to tuck him into bed and feed him chicken soup the whole time?

When Sam was going to close the gates of hell but Dean couldn’t live without him so he was all “haha no”:

Last season when Sam was supposed to take on the Mark because… um… they ran out of story ideas?:

When they were in jail and a guy looked at Sam crosswise:

How about in the cage while Cas was fighting Lucifer and Dean was busy stroking Sam’s silky tresses, apparently checking for hair-related injuries:

Same deal, different episode. Dean has his priorities straight- DON’T LET HIS HAIR BE INJURED. 

Or when Sam was all “SHOOT ME” to Metatron and Dean was like “WTF?? NO”

When Magnus tried to control Dean by hurting Sam (that worked out super well for him btw):

When Dean was threatening demons back in the good old days:

When Dean caught Gordon trying to shoot Sam and then bounced his head off a roof a little:

When Sam was hurt and Dean was a dog thereby giving him an excuse to make licking jokes later:

How about threatening to kill an entire family of scary creeps while he was tied to a chair:

Threatening Crowley is always fun and satisfying for Dean:

And finally, dying to bargain with a reaper for Sam AGAIN. Only on this show could that have happened multiple times:

And please remember that when asked by the Fangasm ladies to do a pose that reflected season 12, this is what Jared and Jensen came up with:

So prepare yourself. 

I hope you found this helpful and please get in touch again if you are ever in need of protective Dean assistance. 

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abigail221b:

dimpleforyourthoughts:

dean is inside sam’s head

this

image

this right here

is literally sam comforting himself

by comforting his brother

he benefits from making dean feel better and reassuring dean

just let that sink in

purest otp to ever otp heYO

Ugh the looks these two share on and off screen. I cant even.

Peace

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twoboysandtheopenroad:

“Sam.”

His name is said startled and fractured off at the end, like Dean lost his breath halfway through. There’s an urgency in his tone, anxiety, and from the bed a few feet away, Dean reaches over and rests a comforting hand on the shell of Sam’s knee. “You okay?”

Sam nods, unsure, and slowly moves his hand to cover Dean’s where it rests on his knee. He slips it underneath Dean’s, rotating his hand so his less calloused fingers bump against Dean’s more calloused ones, until they are locked together, secure.

“I’m fine, just… this hunt hit me kinda hard, ya know?” Sam says, softly.

“Yeah, I know,” Dean agrees, nodding slowly and hanging his head. He gives Sam’s hand a gentle squeeze.

Normally when they hunt there’s always a few casualties, but this time wasn’t normal. It was a case involving a rogue demon on a possession and killing rampage throughout a small Wisconsin town. They didn’t send it back to hell fast enough and more people died than should have. They saved a few, but the residual guilt in the many lost will remain for awhile.

Sam nudges their joined hands off of his knee and stands, taking two steps forward to Dean and sits next to him. He raises free hand, gliding his fingertips across Dean’s cheek and asks, “Can we not talk for awhile?”

“Yeah, Sammy.”

With a slight intake of breath, Sam closes the distance between them, and presses his mouth against Dean’s. It’s barely a kiss at first, just a meeting of lips, but Dean melts into him instantly sighing into Sam’s mouth like he’s been waiting for this all day. Times like these, when they’re both overwrought from a hunt, Sam kisses soft, measured, yet earnest. There’s no orgasmic ending to this, just touching to touch because it’s what they both need.

Dean reaches up, grabbing a fistful of Sam’s shirt, clenching it in his hand and then flattens his palm, pressing Sam backwards onto the bed with an easy push. A low whine leaves Sam’s lips, as Dean covers as much of Sam’s body with his own, fitting his thigh between Sam’s, entangling them fully. They kiss like that for awhile, wet, slow, and comforting. Sam comes up for air, sucking in a breath and moving his mouth from Dean’s lips to his neck, and up to his jawline, leaving feather-light kisses in his wake. Dean stalls him, sliding his hand up Sam’s chest, stopping when he reaches Sam’s collarbone, dipping two fingers there and sealing his mouth at the bottom of Sam’s neck.

“Love you,” Dean murmurs against Sam’s skin, lazily sucking a mark against his collarbone.

“I love you too,” Sam replies, eyes slipping open and gazing up at Dean.

Dean smiles, softly, and drops his head onto Sam’s chest, curving it into the nook between Sam’s shoulder and neck. Sam wraps an arm around him, pulling Dean to his side, so Dean can curl against him. And tangled together, despite the day’s events, they fall fast asleep.

Either write another funny wincest scenario or go outside and mow the yard. Your choice.

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theshipsdoctorisin-deactivated2:

Geez, really putting my nuggets in a salad shooter here.  Fine.

Here is the scenario.  Dean is Swedish Pop Star Dane Jensen, lead singer of the pop group Gudtimes, perhaps you are familiar with their chart topper “Tight Blue Jeans”?  Sam is Saami Fuksaallaya, Finnish lead singer of the Norwegian Black Metal band Gore Fjord.  Their biggest hit to date is “Troll Rape.”

After a cheery ABBA-esque performance one night in Oslo, Norway, Dane gave an interview to the music reporter for the Oslo Dagbladet.  He revealed that Saami was actually born in Finland and grew up a poor reindeer farmer.  His real name was Jari Padavainen.  At 18 he left home and toured the Northern European Wiccan Music festival scene with his pagan folk band “Antler Velvet”.  This sparked outrage among the Black Metal community.  Saami was a black metal God, and here he had been exposed as a fraud, his reputation was ruined.  His death face was now a disgrace face.  Saami didn’t know when or where it would happen, but he would have his revenge.

Fast forward 8 months.  Gudtimes was at the top of their game.  Their latest album had just dropped in America and “Tight Blue Jeans” made its debut at #98 on the billboard top 100.  Saami, or Jari as he was known by once again was back in Helsinki.  His moment came when he was walking home from his miserable new job at Hesburger and saw a flyer, Gudtimes was playing the Otter festival… tonight!  Dane Jensen would die this evening.

That night Saami went to the concert.  He nearly vomited from the disdain he felt for this crap called music.  “Look at all these smiling faces” he thought.  All because of HIM.  He looked up at the stage and watched Dane belt out “Tight Blue Jeans”  while rhythmically gyrating his Swedish hips with reckless abandon, knowing full well his country’s excellent system of government run health care would reset them if they popped out of place.  He felt an odd tingle in his black leather pants. The last encore was “Firecracker Gangbang”.  The Swedes took their bows to the respectful and properly behaved crowd and headed backstage.  Saami made his move.

After sneaking by the securty guard he made his way down the twisting hallway.  After three turns, one left, one right then left again, he found Dane’s dressing room.  His rage boiled over.  He reared back and kicked the door in, Dane jumped back in surprise at first and then smiled “Jari my friend so good to see you!”

Saami: “How dare you tell that reporter those things with your beautiful Swede mouth Jensen?!?”

Dane: “Your fans deserve the truth!”

Saami: “You know nothing of my fans you filthy lutesfisk eater!”

With that he lunged at Dane, Dane deftly stepped aside and gracefully grabbed a Salt Cod off the craft services table and hit Saami over the head with it.  He immediately grabbed him from behind in an effort to subdue him.  In the kerfuffle Danes iPod fell on the floor and started playing “Havenless” by Enslaved.  Saami stopped his struggles.  Tears came to his eyes.  He hated this man for months, and now it turns out they were more alike than he could have dreamed.

Saami: “Stop Dane, Stop! I am sorry!”

Dane: “I should be the one to be sorry, I acted like an ignorant Laplander.”

Their eyes met. 

Saami: “Tonight I wanted to kill you, now all I want is for you to go lingonberries deep in my hellhole.”

Dane: “I too want that Jari”

And that’s just what happened.  Fast forward one year.  Dane and Saami started their own band “Alskande” or lovers in Swedish.  They spent their days playing accoustic lutes at quaint Stockholm cafes and eating Swedish pancackes. And they never once forgot the lingonberries.