Tag: Sam and Dean

sam vs cas (colette/abel debate)

reinewinchester:

(this will be brief)

okay so i don’t think that castiel is relevant in this at all. i don’t think that cas represents anything that parallels with cain’s story line. i also don’t think that the sam/abel, dean/cain thing is as cut and dried either. 

the sam/abel parallels are clear. to cain, it seems inevitable that dean will eventually kill sam, because that’s his fate, because it was cain’s. however, it’s quite arguable that sam is also dean’s colette. sam is his anchor and his saving grace. how many times have we seen sam save dean so far? just this season? the answer is a lot. sam’s relationship with dean is mirrored in both cain/abel and cain/colette.

but there is one flaw with both these parallels. sam is not just dean’s abel or dean’s colette, he’s dean’s sam. and that’s the difference between dean and cain. cain had an abel and he had a colette, but cain never had a sam.

hellhoundsprey:

“Jus’ be careful, okay?”

“Dean, it’s only some lame poltergeist. And I’ll pick up Dad on my way, remember? I’ll be fine.”

He thinks of the last time Sam said that, thinks of bloody bandages and purple-blue skin for weeks. Swallows his stutters. “Promise?” Dean croaks.

“Promise.”

Later, he will tell himself that it’s been the dimples, those damn fucking dimples. They get him every time but never seemed so far away than right now. It doesn’t take much to have it all taken away, and Dean knows. Knows just too well.

When he leans in to do it, Sam simply watches him. The flutter of eyelashes is too much, so Dean has to close his eyes. Like the guy knows what’s happening. As if he had read Dean hours ago already, heard the insecurity in his jokes while he tried to build up the courage and balls to finally… yeah, to do this here, kind of.

It’s just a small smacking sound, nothing more, one firm and warm touch of lips.

Sam smiles at him when he pulls back.

“What?” The hiss comes out of habit; pure defense. Dean feels the blood rush up his neck and cheeks.

“Nothing,” Sam hums, starts the engine. Dean steps back, his heart punching his ribs as if it wanted to break them. Not that he’d even notice that right now. “We’ll be back tomorrow night, okay?”

Dean nods.

“Stay safe, little brother.”

“You too, bitch.”

Sam laughs. Dean remembers that he always wanted to see if those damn dimples’ hollows create bumps inside of his brother’s mouth and continues playing with the thought when they arch deep in Sam’s face yet again. The Impala takes him away, yet again, with the obligatory “jerk” still in the air between them.

samisdeanscolettepls:

Wincest AU: Patient!Sam x Therapist!Dean

After a failed suicide attempt (those damn useless drugs could only make him lose consciousness until Adam, his brother, got home and called the ambulance), 20-year-old Sam Milligan was rushed into Lawrence Memorial Hospital, and (un)fortunately survived. Now he’s stuck in that hell hole under 24-hour watch and forced to attend group therapy three times a week. The only bright spot on his life is Dr. Winchester, his therapist and the only person who doesn’t judge him and actually helps a little. And, okay, he might have developed a little crush on him, but, can you blame a dysfunctional suicidal with zero hope of a future for falling for the first person in months to actually understand him a bit?

brittanymarczak:

Wincest Headcanon!

So, is it just me, or…? This very clearly implies that while Dean was in the wish verse, what he imagined Carmen doing and saying, Sam was actually doing in the real world.

(And with Dean tied up, we see that Sam is actually a bit shorter than Dean in this moment, making the kiss the correct angle, too…)