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Instagram one-shot from my wincest page, @codependencest. Dean's just gotten back from working a case on his own, and he's having a hard time keeping his hands off his baby brother. Sam reminds him that a sick Cas is residing in their motel room and that they should find somewhere else to go, which is exactly what they resolve to do... until Cas decides that he wants in on the fun.

Instagram one-shot from my wincest page, @codependencest. They've had sex curses before. Generally ending in them fucking each others brains out to break them. Which they're both more than okay with. This witch, however, was much more intuitive than most. She sensed their relationship with one another and decided she'd have a little fun with Dean.

Instagram one-shot from my wincest page, @codependencest. Sam honest to god giggling was one of Dean's favorite sounds. Not that he'd actually admit that, of course, but he knew just what buttons to push to make it happen. Had them mastered.

Instagram one-shot from my wincest page, @codependencest. Dean gives Sam an early morning surprise.

Instagram one-shot from my wincest page, @codependencest. Dean Winchester's manhood needs no talking up. It's no secret what he's packing, and it's apparently gonna take more time to get used to it than one night. So, physically, Sam's seen better days.

Instagram one-shot from my wincest page, @codependencest. It was okay, really, that that was Sam's immediate conclusion, the only summary that held Dean's ramblings within the lines of sense. Not that he was wrong, by any means. Hit the nail on the head, actually. But when Dean looked at Sam and then back at the blanket of stars behind them, there was a technicolor rainbow pulling

Instagram one-shot from my wincest page, @codependencest. Dean gets drunk, slips into some self-loathing, and decides it's time that he and Sam had a talk about Jess.

Instagram one-shot from my wincest page, @codependencest. Finally, after what feels like hours, it is. Sam pulls out as soon as he comes, stepping back into his jeans, not even bothering with underwear. "It's been real, big bro. Let's do it again sometime." With that, he's out the door. Dean can't help it now. He just lets the tears fall.

Instagram one-shot from my wincest page, @codependencest. There was an unspoken understanding between them that when Sam dominated this way, there was a reason. He didn't just do this for fun, he needed it. It was only when something was twisted up enough inside his mind to make him feel demeaned and inferior that he insisted on so much authority.

Instagram one-shot from my wincest page, @codependencest. Sam gets a migraine and Dean isn't there, so Cas steps in.

Instagram one-shot from my wincest page, @codependencest. "I don't want to fight with you anymore. Jesus, all we've been doing is fighting lately." Sam's voice is small inside his head, like he can barely hear himself, but he knows Dean can hear him just fine.

Instagram one-shot from my wincest page, @codependencest. Sam doesn't handle parties well. Dean takes care of him.

Instagram one-shot from my wincest page, @codependencest. Sam has a bad dream. Dean comforts him.

Instagram one-shot from my wincest page, @codependencest. "One," Dean says softly, giving Sam a smile that crinkles around his eyes. Sam pulls further away. "What?" "One present." Sam's eyes light up like there's suddenly a fire burning behind them. "Seriously?" "Yeah," Dean says, stepping closer and forcing Sam's legs around his waist. "But I get to pick."

Instagram one-shot from my wincest page, @codependencest. Sam has a recurring dream. Dean makes it a reality.

Instagram one-shot from my wincest page, @codependencest. Sam has a panic attack. Dean calms him down.

Instagram one-shot from my wincest page, @codependencest. Scratch that barely. Now there's no pulse at all.

Instagram one-shot from my wincest page, @codependencest. Dean gets hurt on a hunt. Sam is worried.

Instagram one-shot from my wincest page, @codependencest. Dean wakes up on Christmas morning to find himself quite an interesting present.

Instagram one-shot from my wincest page, @codependencest. Dean complies like a good little soldier, all traces of their previous conversation forgotten. If he's being honest with himself, he's always been right where he is now. At the mercy of his baby boy.

Instagram one-shot from my wincest page, @codependencest. Dean gets an interview at an accounting firm. Sam wants to celebrate.

Instagram one-shot from my wincest page, @codependencest. My headcanon for the mid-season 10 finale.

Instagram one-shot from my wincest page, @codependencest. "Never get you outta my system," Dean tells him honestly, but in a light tone. "But I gotcha, squirt. Nothing overwhelmingly sexy while you're tryin' to bob for apples and shit."

Instagram one-shot from my wincest page, @codependencest. Dean is impatient. Sam just wants to take care of him.

Instagram one-shot from my wincest page, @codependencest. Sam wakes up hallucinating. Dean comforts him.

Instagram one-shot from my wincest page, @codependencest. It didn't take him long to realize that once you intentionally kept going back to the djinn for a fix, you started remembering immediately after you went under that it wasn't real.

Instagram one-shot from my wincest page, @codependencest. They're safe, alone in the darkness. Safe together. And for that, they are both more thankful than anything else.

Instagram one-shot from my wincest page, @codependencest. Sam is studying. Dean thinks he needs to relax.

Instagram one-shot from my wincest page, @codependencest. Dean wants Sam not to want it. Sam wants to beg.

Instagram one-shot from my wincest page, @codependencest. Sam has a broken leg and doesn't want to use his crutches.

Instagram one-shot from my wincest page, @codependencest. Even in his sleep, the elder Winchester generally doesn't let go of the lines of worry that paint his face into a mask of intensity and focus far too solemn for his years. When he does, it's almost like a gift to Sam.

Instagram one-shot from my wincest page, @codependencest. Sam thinks Dean forgot their anniversary. Dean proves him wrong.

Instagram one-shot from my wincest page, @codependencest. Dean's been gone for five years, but Sam still can't stop putting his presents under the tree.

Instagram one-shot from my wincest page, @codependencest. Desperate, bottom!Dean, dominant and then caring!Sam. Good ol' fashioned smut.

AU multi-chapter fic in which the boys are brothers but don't know. Sam's been raised by Mary as a Campbell; Dean, by John as a Winchester. Wincest.

Jensen isn't really sure what he expects. He pulls the drawer open and is almost disappointed to see a planner, an unopened pack of pens, some sticky notes and a half-full bottle of lube that he's seen Jared take out a thousand times. He's pretty sure he can see he can see about all of it from there and resolves to close the drawer as planned. Which he would do. If it didn't stick.

Sam's been attacked by a hellhound (No description behind the hunt itself, I'm terrible. Use your imagination.) and Dean just wants him to feel better. Brotherly love and brotherly love, if you know what I mean.

Wincest. Sam's leaving for Stanford. These are his thoughts to Dean. Too long to be a drabble. Doesn't really feel like a one-shot. I don't know. I hate myself for only posting something this short after so long, but it just happened. I'm sorry.

Dean's back from Hell, and Sam still can't stop thinking it was his fault that Dean was ever gone in the first place.

Another prompt from mb64, this is a multi-chapter pre-series story about what happens when Dean and John go on a hunt, leaving Sam alone, and the events that follow. Eventual wincest, slash and fluff.

Sammy has a candy kink.

"I..." Sam racked his brain, trying to come up with anything he'd said that could've pushed Dean to his previous state. I promise. Thanks. Won't happen again. I was thinking maybe... He stopped, speaking the words aloud before having time to even fully think through the two short syllables. "Yes, sir."

Sam's sick, and Dean wants to make him feel better. Just a short little one-shot that came to me. Nothing extremely explicit, but plenty implied.

Yet another wonderful prompt from the lovely mb64 (sorry it took me so long to get this one up, dear), Sam and Dean end up in each other's bodies. Slashing ensues. Lots and lots of wincest.

Sam's always liked for Dean to brush his hair. Wincest one-shot. Nothing graphic, but there are definite implications.

Sam likes wearing Dean's shirt. Drabble.

Dean's always been there to make the tears stop. Until now. Wincest if you squint.

Just another one of those darn drabbles that come to me all the time. Dean's dying, and these are his last thoughts to Sam.

Drabble. Sam's thoughts on sleeping with Jess, and then his thoughts on SLEEPING with Jess. Wincest. Just something that came to me while I was trying to go to sleep, so I had to get it out.

This was supposed to be a drabble, but it ended up a little long. Still what it feels like to me, though. Anyway, pretty much an internal monologue. What Dean thinks about Sam going to Stanford.

Yet another prompt from the lovely mb64, this is a one-shot, total fluff scene about the boys getting stuck in the Impala all night.

Sam has a nightmare. Dean comforts him. Light wincest.

Dean's watching Sam sleep. Drabble.

Sam writes Dean a letter on his birthday. Can be read as Wincest if you want, or not if you don't. Just something that came to me, and it wanted to be written, so I had to do it.

Dean's agreeing to all kinds of things. Wincest one-shot. PWP.

The boys have a day off from hunting, and Dean decides he wants to do something special with Sam. Wincest, but no sex. This prompt was given to me by mb64. :)

It's always been this way, whether Sam really wanted it to be or not. There was nothing that he could do to stop it. It was an electricity. A magnetic attraction. It was the whole world whispering, "Dean."