WINCEST IS BEST – page for links to pics, stories, video etc

You know we were always going to end up here.
No matter what choices you make,
whatever details you alter.
“We” will always end up… here.
I Wincest, so I Wincest.
Seeing as this is our claim to fame, I thought it fitting that this picture was used.
I made a gif of some of my manips… I didn’t realize I had so many LOL
Well, that one got pretty dirty ;)
homoerotics:</p><br /><br />
<p>thatreference:</p><br /><br />
<p>lovemedoj2:</p><br /><br />
<p>jaredpadacock:</p><br /><br />
<p>traveller-in-time:</p><br /><br />
<p>This is what I saw and this is how it happened! And NO I will not listen to reason!  LALALAAAAAAAALALAAAAAALAAAAAAAAAAAAA!</p><br /><br />
<p>Oh my god, I love this.</p><br /><br />
<p>PERFECT!</p><br /><br />
<p>The tiles, once gleaming white, are now wendigo’s teeth yellow. Over head, the light flickers, sputtering in and out of life. Stains of god knows what are everywhere. Graffiti hearts and Isabel Was Here sprawled along the lonely stall. The faucet is rusted. Leaking sad little droplets of water into the dirty sink. It was a sorry excuse for a bathroom. Not fit for anything, be it for shitting, pissing or fucking.<br /><br /><br />
But Sam couldn’t wait. Couldn’t be pacified when Dean flirted right back to the blonde bombshell of a waitress. Normally, Sam wouldn’t care but he knew did it on purpose. To grate nerves because they argued again and no one cared to apologize. Both too stubborn to admit that they were both wrong.<br /><br /><br />
So Sam wrestles Dean through the diner’s bathroom door and lifts Dean up onto the sink with ease. Large strong hands wrapping around the back of his thighs as he did. Dean. Prideful Dean, will never admit how being manhandled sends a rush through his spine. The kind of rush that weighs down in his gut. Tugging and incessant. He struggles for show but his hands are on Sam’s face. Cradling hot cheeks as lips pushed and tongues met.</p><br /><br />
<p>I DON’T EVEN SHIP IT BUT DAMN.</p><br /><br />
A lovely new addition provided by Pinkwood.


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Good morning.<br /><br /><br />
traveller-in-time:</p><br /><br />
<p>#2<br /><br /><br />
I made it!!! My first gif!!! :D<br /><br /><br />
This is from absrips gorgeous vid Rebirthing<br /><br /><br />
You can also find her on youtube
Sacrament Of Souls by ~natuvalo on deviantART
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All I really want to do is love youA kind much closer than friends use<br /><br /><br />
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Good morning.<br /><br /><br />
By super-duper talented Lightthesparks
First Wincest Story? written a day after the pilot.
The hiss of the shower filled the untidy, cluttered room and Sam listened to it carefully, his hands locked together in his lap, shaking slightly, picturing what was happening.The water would be as hot as Dean could bear it, or the shower could provide, and he’d stand under it for a while before reaching for the soap, his eyes open and blinking furiously, every lean, mean muscle outlined by water, waiting for the finger painting of froth and bubbles to obscure the delicate beaded lines.He’d soap up vigorously, hands moving fast, the coursing water undoing his work, and he’d sigh and tilt his head back, eyes finally closed, and let the cooling water pour down as his hand groped and then twisted the temperature to cold, cold, cold.

That’s when he’d scream, loud and happy.

Dean didn’t scream tonight. The water shut off and he walked into the room, a towel around his hips and another in his hand.

That was new, too. He wouldn’t usually bother drying off, just sprawl naked and wet on the bed, shivering and grinning and waiting for someone to warm him up.

Sam watched Dean’s hand take hold of the tuck of the towel and his mouth dried with wanting and missing and needing. Remembering.

Dean hesitated and then pushed the edge of the towel in deeper, anchoring it firmly.

Didn’t matter.

The towel wasn’t hiding anything and neither were Sam’s jeans.

“All yours, if you want it,” Dean said.

Sam walked past him to go to the shower.

“Didn’t mean that,” Dean murmured with the ghost of a memory of an echo of a smile spicing his voice and doing more than it should to wake Sam’s body.

“Things have changed.”

Dean’s fingers were warm around Sam’s wrist, stroking softly down across the palm of his hand.

“Change them back.”

Sam shook his head without looking at him.

Still slept curled up against Dean’s back though, breathing in the smell of cheap shampoo and drooling onto his skin.

They hadn’t changed that much.

  1. This will rip your heart out and leave you begging for more.

  2. I’m begging for more, more, MORE!!!!!

    • I watched the Pilot when it first aired, was eleidiatmmy hooked, and haven’t missed an episode (original or repeat viewing) since. It is so long ago to really remember how I reacted, but I remember I was intrigued with the show because of the description about it in my TV Guide and then I became an instant fan because of the underlying premise of the show and that was the brothers relationship. I love all the extras, the monsters, demons, fighting, action and the good looking guys, but the main thing that hit home for me and keeps me coming back for more is Dean and Sam, their relationship, their struggles and their life’s journey. Happy Anniversary Supernatural.

  3. unf unf unf! no words are enough!

  4. Heck yeah this is exactly what I neeedd.

  5. Did the amulet in the trashcan break your heart? Does the wound still ache? Read this story I wrote. It will soothe the pain.

    If I Ever Lose My Faith in You by JustineDelarge

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