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writing practice:3 (criticism is welcome)
For the first time in months—maybe years— everything feels quiet. The sounds of crickets and the swish of the water from the nearby lake fills the silence. They've just finished a hunt, the adrenaline wearing off as they sip their beers. There's no stress, no tense muscles and no fear. It's quiet, for the first time in a long time.
The brothers relish in it, knees bumping into the others on the hood of the impala. (They'll use the excuse that there isn't much room for the two of them, but they both know it isn't true.)
They don't talk. They listen to the sound of rushing water and Dean listens to his brother breathe, slow and measured. Calm. There is no threat, there is nothing for them to worry about. At least not in the moment.
Dean has never been good at that, forgetting his stresses and being able to relax. But his brother, his Sammy, makes it easier. Just being by his side and knowing he's okay, that he's alive, makes him calmer.
Nights Without You
Lil trigger warning for:
mentioned suicide ideation
wincest
beta'd by me
Even when Dean was with Lisa, a woman he tried to tell himself was the love of his life, he always thought of his Sammy.
Nights where he'd drown in whisky thinking of his baby brother. His baby brother who's dead, his baby brother who's always been there for him, his baby brother who he vowed to protect. He's dead, and every time he'd remember, he'd feel a wave of grief crash over him as if it were the first night all over again.
He tried to tell himself there was no point in living in the past, tried to live in the present with his step son and "wife", but he'd always be thrown into the memories of his Sammy whenever he'd see something he knew he'd like.
He couldn't even look at the impala without nearly breaking down some nights. He knew, somewhere in that car, he'd carved his initials next alongside his brother's. He thought, during that year of Sam being gone, that that was the most he'd ever cried in his entire life.
Sure, there were times Sammy were gone, but now he's gone. Dead. He was sure he'd never see him again. He'd remember, and he'd drink himself half to death to forget.
On more than one occasion, Dean had contemplated killing himself. It wasn't a new thought, but the overwhelming urge to actually go threw with it, grab the gun from his bedside table and paint his brains on the wall behind him, was.
That entire year went by like molasses, and every month, every week, every day, he was surprised he made it through them alive. The day he'd seen his brother, he thought he was hallucinating him again.
He'd never felt relief as strong as he did that day, when he embraced his brother once he'd proved he wasn't a demon. To feel his skin, to smell his scent, to feel him. If Heaven were real, he was sure that was it.
the entirety of Night Shift by Lucy Dacus is so wincest coded in a "I need you carnally but I know it's wrong so I try to find other people to fill the you shaped hole inside of me but no matter how hard I try I always end up in front of you" kind of way
My favorite ship trope is when characters are so obviously in love with each other and everyone around them can tell, but they're not actually allowed to be with each other (either because it's illegal, morally incorrect, ect. ect.) and people think they're weird when they realize.
Sam wants to be owned by Dean, to be his preperty so he's like: "Dean I belong to you".
But Dean doesn't like that and he keeps reminding Sam that "No, you belong with me".
i love when ethel cain posts wincest and everyone in the tags freak out like girl what are YOU doing at the backwoods family horror sacrament
guys I wrote wincest smut for the first time and idk if I should post it or not, what do y'all think? it's already up on Ao3 but I'm not sure whether I should post it here. y'all can decide!
(also this is my first ever work so keep that in mind!)
why does everything feel so samdean coded. specifically, July - Noah Cyrus and i remember everything - Zach Bryan. it's become an obsession
I was tagged by @motelfetish
let me just say most of these songs don't even make sense lyrically, I just see them as samdean for one reason or another. enjoy!
Im tagging @deanscutiepiesam @supergaysupernatural @dont-open-dead-inside-25 @wincestuous-psychos and @winbred
If you don't wanna participate, dw I won't take it offensively
guys please give me song recs for my wincest playlist, its so short and i need more. also looking to expand my music taste so any genre is fine!
hc that Sam loves Noah Kahan, and that's what he was listening to with the iPod in the Impala when Dean was in purgatory. specifically Everywhere, Everything because he feels like that's his song to Dean.
here's my wincest playlist bc why tf not
have fun yall
Thinking about a world where Adam is pulled out of the cage early without Michael and is unwillingly pulled into Sam and Dean's emotionally incestuous codependent relationship. He hates it, but his brothers have made too many enemies for it to be safe for him to live by himself and he doesn't have a certain angelic companion to help keep him safe. So he's kind of just stuck there, reluctantly playing a part in his brothers codependency because he doesn't really have a lot of options and occasionally lashing out at them whenever they cross a line he's uncomfortable with
Edited 04/15/2024: I made a little ficlet set in this universe.
Edited 07/26/2024: I've decided to rewrite the fic and am in the process of doing that, so the old one is going to be deleted.
Watch out for Sammy
sort of sam/dean drabble (557 words), kind of just a prologue but idk if i'll get around to writing more
set during stanford era, dean started taking jobs as close to stanford as he could to keep an eye on sam in his spare time until he eventually ends up just watching sam at all times when he's not on a job, but people start to notice.
content warnings: stalking, implied sex (jess/sam)
"Sam?" He turns to face his friend, Matt, who called him. He puts a hand on Sam's shoulder to lean in a little so he could be heard over the music. "I don't wanna worry you, but there's a guy over by the bar that's been watching you the whole time we've been here."
Without turning his head, Sam flicks his eyes to the side, seeing the bar in his periphery. His nostrils flare as he tries to contain a smile. Dean is there.
"We thought maybe he just thinks you're cute but it's been hours now." Jess, his girlfriend, says from the other side of him.
"How do you know he's looking at me?" Sam asks unbothered. He wraps an arm around Jess's waist and kisses her cheek before continuing. "Maybe he was looking at the beautiful girl next to me." Despite herself, Jess laughs a little. Matt doesn't find it too funny.
"It's definitely you," he reiterates with his big arms crossed over his chest. Sam lifts his eyebrows seeing how genuinely concerned Matt seems. "When you went to the bathroom, he got up and followed you. You didn't see him in there?"
Sam shakes his head. Dean would never come that close and make it too obvious. Then again, he clearly isn't being very subtle if other people are noticing. Humming, Matt tenses.
"Want me to tell him to back off?" He asks seriously, making Sam smile.
"It's fine. He hasn't done anything." Though Sam doesn't mind his brother's antics, Matt and Jess are clearly perturbed at the thought of someone watching him. "Are you guys ready to go then?"
"Yeah, sure," Jess chirps. They hadn't planned to be out long anyway, so they agree to leave. Matt calls for a cab, and as it pulls away, Sam clasps his hand with Jess's as they begin to walk the few blocks back to their apartment.
With one hand busy, he shoves the other into his jacket pocket and fidgets with a loose string. He tries not to be obvious, but every time he passes a window or car mirror, he checks behind them to catch a glance of Dean. By the time he and Jess get home, he still hasn't seen Dean, and he's not disappointed...
Being chivalrous, he lets Jess into their apartment building first, and if his eyes dart around the street when he closes the door, that's just just to check there's no danger lurking outside.
It takes him so long to finally close the door that Jess is already in the bedroom when he locks it. She's waiting for him when he steps into the dimly lit room, sitting almost naked on the close side of the bed. He smiles as he moves towards her, taking her face in his hands and leaning down to kiss her.
Her leg hooks over Sam's hip as she gently pulls him on top of her as she lies back. He laughs as they fall back. Pushing himself up, he lifts his shirt. Just as it covers his eyes, he notices the curtains are left open, and as his clothes drop to the floor, and his mouth presses against his girlfriend's neck, he can't help but keep an eye on the window, wondering if anyone would climb the fire escape stairs and look through.
Endverse Dean and Stanford Sam this, late season Dean and early season Sam that, they're great okay BUT, for your consideration...
post series Sam (like right after the finale) and pre series Dean (when Sam is at Stanford)