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I’m sorry but the fact that 10x09 “The Things We Left Behind,” an episode about the themes of absent fathers, decides is going to spend almost 5 minutes having the boys monologue about how John Winchester was actually a good dad makes me so mad.
It has been established so many times in canon at this point that John was a bad father. But the later seasons cannot stop bending over backwards to try and retroactively redeem this man.
Dean says “He raised me right.” Sir, you actively have a tattoo—willingly received from a demon with help from the king of hell—that makes you viciously murderous. And instead of expressing any emotion, you are prone to angry emotional outbursts. I cannot sum in a 300 page academic journal all the things that are fucked up about you. I’m a Deangirl, but sir, there is no world in which JOHN FUCKING WINCHESTER raised you right.
John gives Dean The Talk when Dean’s 14 and it consists of “no means no” and a box of condoms tossed his way as Dad’s on his way out the door, leaving Dean and Sam at a motel that’s paid up through the end of the month, cans of SpaghettiOs covering the dresser and a gallon of milk in the minifridge. Dean shoves the condoms into his duffle, next to an identical box, and doesn’t bother telling John he lost his virginity three towns back to a junior who was pissed at her boyfriend.
John tries to give Sam The Talk when Sam’s 15. He forgot the previous year, always tries not to look too closely at Sammy and he’s small for his age, and Sam cuts him off before he can get started. “Dean already covered it,” Sam says and John feels a sense of relief as he ruffles Sam’s hair. Sam can see it in his eyes and smiles wryly, doesn’t bother telling John he lost his virginity two years back to his brother in a sticky-hot motel with broken AC.
Do you think Sam told Dean that he and Jess had the same birthday
On the subject of Sam and Dean being weird about each other. Just sitting here thinking about taking their innate weirdness, lack of boundaries, closeness, and just cranking it up to eleven without making them attracted to each other at all, just the sort of gross inappropriate shit that siblings might do to each other under those circumstances...
Sam is fifteen, Dean is nineteen and they had to share a bed last night because it turned out that they didn’t have enough cash to get two rooms, a situation that John is going to remedy today even if it kills him. Sam wakes slowly with the iron claws of sleep still trying to drag him back down into unconsciousness. But there’s something wrong. He’s too warm and there is a heavy weight pressing him down all along one side. “Dean, get off me. It’s too hot.” But his brother doesn’t stir. Sam shifts his shoulders into Dean, trying to jostle him awake. “Get off me.” Dean growls sleepily and burrows deeper down, pressing his morning boner right into the side of Sam’s hip. Sam’s face scrunches up around his still closed eyes and he bucks his hips to the side, right into Dean’s dick. “Ow! What’re you doing?” Dean grumped. “Ugh, do something about that already, and get off!” Dean, smirking, grinds forward into Sam and laughs, “What? Like this?” “No! Ugh. I’m trying to sleep. Go take care of it somewhere else.” Dean sits up, still laughing, “Eh, you’re no fun, Sammy. Fine. I got dibs on the shower then.” “Don’t use all the hot water.” “No such luck, little brother, I’m gonna take the longest, hottest, nastiest shower ever. Not gonna stop ‘til the pump runs dry and I’m pruny all over.” “Ugh, you’re such an asshole.” Sam mumbles as he gets comfortable again and tries to drift back off to sleep. “Yeah, you know you love my asshole.” Dean says as he shuts the bathroom door. Meanwhile, John is laying in the other bed, silently staring at the ceiling contemplating murder-suicide.
Sam’s baby book, in the beginning, is in neat cursive, a feminine hand, but after the 6 month mark it’s pages are filled with misspelled words, random capitalization, mostly in crayon or marker. Every spot tenderly filled with the rest of Sam’s milestones by a brother turned mother turned father.
Dean's first concern is Sam. It's him he looks at.
When he throws himself between the two, he slightly pushes his brother away, putting his own body to cover him. And keeps eye contact with John, trying to avert his attention from him.
I used to think: why? Sam is bigger than both of them. He could quite easily beat the crap out of them, if he wanted. And he's quite pissed off, in that moment.
But no, baby brother is always baby brother in Dean's eyes. And there's danger threatening him, even if it's Dad.
I got sad, thinking of the emotional stress in Dean's heart, with those two, his family, fighting against each other.
Yes, Dean. You were a kid. Someone should have protected you, too.
Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester, past John Winchester/Sam Winchester
Rating: Explicit
Additional Tags: Parent/Child Incest, Childhood Sexual Abuse, Non-Con/Rape Outside of Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Rape Aftermath, Murder, Season/Series 01, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence
Word Count: 10,406
Summary: Sam didn’t mean to ever tell him, he finds out later. It was pure chance that it had happened this time, a combination of Sam being feverish and doped up on pain medication, sending him back a few years in his brain.
Author’s Note: Thank you to Rae @serpentmessmer for betaing this for me. This is a pretty personal and cathartic fic for me and it deals with content close to my heart. Please pay attention to the tags - this does go into the aftermath of sexual abuse by a parent in detail. The actual offending happens off screen but this is essentially 10k words of dealing with its effects.
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