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Dragon Quill - erotically codependend @dragonquill.bsky.social · 1 day ago

CN: fandom discourse, #Wincest Honestly, every time I see posts like this I wonder if the people have even watched a significant amout of SPN or know the show only by 3 episodes and 10K tumblr memes. Like even if you hate Wincest to your guts you would at least KNOW why there are shippers

screenshot saying: "the fact people are shipping brothers is absolutely insane and the ship name is literally called Wincest (Winchester Inc3st) and people still ship them???? Like other shows don't have people ship brothewrs so why is this one different??? Like I am sick of seeing Sam and Dean edits just for it to be Wincest. like its disgusting that its even a thing??????? Let siblings love each other without making it weird. THEY ARE BROTHERS

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Dragon Quill - erotically codependend @dragonquill.bsky.social · 3 days ago

#fanfiction #SPN #Wincest #Flashfic Up for a small Supernatural fic while #AO3 is down? Here is "Searing", a Dean character study and SFW Wincest flash fic written while I watched S1 - S2. Enjoy reading and have fun!

For Dean, the hunt is never over. Never. When the fire of the sun goes out on the horizon, the fire inside begins to blaze. The fire of the demon...
Trickling sweat. Tossing back and forth on the pillow. Your brother not the only one in the room having nightmares. Nightmares you would never admit to in the light of day. The
lamp is off, the night is quiet. But demons lurk somewhere in the deceptive silence. Night after night. Demons who turn the game around. Hunter and hunted swap places. Your demons.

Salt on the threshold. Salt in the eyes. Unholy water. Sealed for far too long. Spirits whose bones cannot be burned. Tears, never cried.

How much can a life be seared, how much can it burn? A life that never belonged to you?

Time slips through your fingers like sand. Words pour down on you like rain. But not drops of water. Sparks of fire, blood red, falling from the ceiling.

"Yes, sir!" you shout, loyal cadet, to the naval officer who is supposed to be your father, clutching the far too heavy bundle in the blanket tightly to your chest. Caught in tunnel vision.

Always moving forward through tunnel vision. Year after year after year. Never looking back at the charred shards that still bear the inscription CHILDHOOD. Forgetting the snakes in your hair. No looking ahead to a different future. All clouded by gunpowder and smoke. You can only feel its hot breath on the back of your neck. The silent traces, the nameless horror. The heat in your limbs. And your skin becomes cold and hard as steel. All thoughts are smoke and mirrors.

And you have tried to drown in intoxication the reality that this sea has no shore. You tried to burn out the fire with another fire. Fool who forgot that every home is on fire for you as long as the supernatural lurks.

Rapid pick-up lines, hurried glances, hasty kisses, breasts only fleetingly caressed. Hook up, fall asleep. Dawn comes too early. Daylight scorches the sheets. Burns memory to dust. A night for a night. Love is a pyre of one nights. A phantom in your heart. Undead.

The truth has never set free. Neither of the two of you. It is a cleaver that shatters everything. A curse on every bond. Unbelief, collapse, deception and death. Who would give away a heart that is cursed to break. All roads to the future lead away alone. Nothing but burnt ashes behind you. Snapshots fade in the wind of time.

And screams suffocate in your pillow while the demon watches over you. His breath scorching already in your neck...

And sometimes...

And sometimes you are four years old again and the night wind plays in your hair. And you look at the house and the flames. Children's eyes widened, frozen in horror. Searing images burned into your memory, far too deep. And the precious burden slumbers in your arms. Too heavy. Too heavy on your shoulders. Too young to understand, too young to carry it. And you cling to it as if the one you hold could hold you.

Today, all paths in your life are cut off. All traces are burnt. Chasing from moment to moment. Trying to escape the shadows.

Who could understand? Who would believe you? Who would allow the demon to cross the threshold? Who could bear the horror that still burns from your eyes? The hunt that never ends?

But there! A glimmer in the night. A figure emerges from the smoke. Dilated pupils, but a glow in them. Not scorching, but warm and guiding. Looking into the same horror. Just as pale. But not receding. Like the hand that leads a distraught four-year-old off the street. The last hand before drowning.

The air iridesces. The air sears. Burns all the senses. Filling two lungs. Two damned united in one curse. The last human that remained. In the flames of their hell.

Dean's body shudders. His lips quiver. His hands tremble as he reaches for the shadow, desperately throwing himself into his arms with all his soul. And even if this embrace burned him, scorched him to the pale bones. He would hold him for all eternity. Just like back then on the street.

"Sammy!"

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need_more_meta @need-more-meta.bsky.social · 3 days ago

❤️Two Tickets to Paradise💙 ~1.1k, post-s15e19 #wincest, T-rated, Fluff, First Kiss After beating Chuck, Sam is very excited about going on their first real vacation. To Europe. On a plane. Dean is not amused. www.tumblr.com/need-more-me...

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