Top Five - Headcanons
- yaelstiel said
- okay let me rephrase it- ingore the last message: Top 5 Wincest headcanon Post- apocalypse.
Post Lucifer?
- Dean had sex with Soulless!Sam. More than once. And every time it was rough and unsatisfying and it left him feeling like shit. He hoped that Sam just needed time to adjust and that his time in the Cage was to blame. Sometimes it felt like Sam was punishing him for being with Lisa. Feeling guilty, he never questioned it. This is why he was so angry when he found out that Sam had no soul. Not only because he’d essentially been having sex with a stranger in his brother’s body, but because he felt even more guilty for not being able to tell that it wasn’t really Sam.
- All those times Dean kept warning Sam not to scratch at the walls, it wasn’t just because he was afraid Sam couldn’t handle the memories of the Cage. He was afraid that Sam would remember everything that happened between them while he was soulless. All the times he mistreated Dean and Dean let him.
- After Dean ended up in Purgatory, Sam had a mental breakdown. Essentially everyone he knew and trusted was dead. He was completely alone in the world. On the night he ‘hit the dog with his car and met Amelia’, he’d already driven 300 miles without resting. He’d gone 3 days without eating. There is no dog. There is no Amelia. There is just Sam Winchester, passed out in the Impala on the side of the road, dreaming.
- Dean had sex with Benny in Purgatory. Benny pushed and pushed and Dean finally gave in. Benny didn’t care that Dean would call him ‘Sam,’ because Sam wasn’t there.
- To God and all the angels, it is understood that the things said between Sam and Dean in the church, with demon blood smeared over the floors and the King of Hell tied to the chair, were actual wedding vows. The only wedding vows appropriate for two soulmates who’d spent their entire lives bleeding for each other. And in the eyes of Heaven and Hell, Sam and Dean had been married since.
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- Anonymous said
- top 5 sastiel headcanons?
- It took Cas a long time to figure out that he’d fallen in love with Sam because he’d never been in love before. He had no clue what it would feel like. He just knew that he felt dumber around Sam, that his stomach felt funny, that he ended up saying stupid things more often than not. For the longest time, he actually thought that it was demon blood, and later on the lack of Sam’s soul that made him feel out of sorts. It was only after remembering that he was the one who broke though Sam’s wall and the enormous guilt he felt, that he understood how important Sam actually was to him. But then of course, he took on Sam’s pain and it was too late to do anything about it.
- Sam didn’t fall in love. In the beginning, Sam didn’t even like Cas. But he wanted him. There was something about Cas’s mouth that was just fucking indecent. Something about that permanently ruffled hair that just begged for someone to grip it and force him to his knees. He was constantly torn between wanting to hear that deep rough voice begging him for mercy, and wanting to beg for mercy himself. That one sentence, “Will you, boy?” caused a week’s worth of wet dreams.
- After Gadreel was forced out of Sam and Dean took off, Sam and Cas went back to the Bunker and Sam got borderline drunk. He felt hurt and betrayed by Dean, used by Gadreel, and guilty over Kevin’s death. Castiel was willing to do anything to convince him that he wasn’t alone, that he was loved. He wasn’t even 100% sure what sex entailed but when Sam kissed him, it never occurred to him to refuse. It was nothing like Sam had imagined it over the years. It was better.
- Then Dean died and his body disappeared. Sam started focusing all of his energy on finding out what happened to his brother. None of Cas’s efforts to distract him worked; he slept poorly and operated on autopilot. Sex became rougher and infrequent. Cas couldn’t understand why the act remained basically the same but afterwards, he felt more alone than ever. They hunted together, Sam growing more reckless until he got seriously hurt, landing in a sling for weeks. He asked Cas to go. He said he couldn’t handle any distractions.
- With his hands full of demon!Dean and trying to find his grace before time runs out, Cas never asked Sam if things will go back to the way they were. A part of him is afraid to ask because he knows the answer. That Sam never actually loved him.
- weshareaheaven said
- top 5 bottom!sam headcanons? :)
- Sam bought his first dildo when he was in Stanford. It was large and realistic and he told Jess that he just wanted to try something new. But every time he used it, he imagined it was Dean.
- The first time they used a strap-on, Sam cried out Dean’s name. Jess pretended she didn’t hear him say it. All those times he’d refused to talk about his family finally made sense. She never said anything because she was afraid it would push him away.
- The first time he bottomed for Dean it felt so good that he passed out afterwards. Dean freaked out until he figured out Sam was fine, then laughed for like half an hour. He walked around all puffed up for a week afterwards and insisted Sam calls him ‘the God of fuck.’
- Sam’s favorite position is riding Dean like his life depends on it. He likes it even better when Dean would let him tie his hands to the bedpost. That way Sam could take his time and prolong it until it bordered on torture.
- Dean can be pretty jealous so Sam’s never told him that his one filthy fantasy involves sucking someone off while Dean fucks him. Every time he imagines it, he pictures a random faceless stranger they’ve picked up in some bar, the faceless stranger and Dean taking turns. But he can’t see it ending well for the guy, so he keeps that fantasy to himself.
- whoaeasytiger said
- Top 5 endings for spn (I'm sorry)
omg Rose
- They get a call about a suspicious amount of demons gathering in one place so they decide to check it out. They’re not in a hurry. These days, a group of demons is nothing to get excited about. They even have a fun drive, it’s sort of like the old times. Dean’s singing too loud to AC/DC and Sam is pretending he’s grumpy, like he doesn’t love seeing Dean back in his element. When they get there it’s almost too easy. A dozen demons or so, enough to get them breathing hard, to make them wonder if they’re just a little bit out of shape. Dean has no inkling something is wrong. He never even thinks about the fact that they’re in Detroit until a hand wraps around his throat and Lucifer purrs, “Don’t you ever listen? I told you you’d always end up here.”
- Dean wakes up one morning in a white room, strapped to a spotless hospital bed. He tries to remember their last hunt but it all comes in bits and pieces. There had been a coven hadn’t it? He’d always hated witches. No matter how hard he tries to remember, he doesn’t know what happened with Sam. His head hurts and everything looks a little too bright, like a sum of bad hangovers combined with crawling out of hell. He struggles against restrains until a doctor walks in. The doctor explains that they’d restrained him because he’s tried to hurt the nurses and himself. That Dean’s been in a coma for two weeks. That Dean is lucky to be alive after getting hit by an eighteen wheel truck. And that he’s sorry to say, but that Dean’s brother and dad didn’t survive the accident.
- With the darkness comes the cold. It’s ok for a while. The Impala is stocked with emergency provisions and there are blankets in the back. They huddle together and ration their food and water figuring eventually, the darkness would clear. Two days pass, then two more. The cold is constant, seeping into their bones. They’re starting to run out of water. Two weeks pass and they can’t tell day from night. Dean cracks jokes and Sam pretends they’re funny, pretends he’s not afraid. He sleeps a lot and Dean can’t make himself close his eyes. They make love twice, under pretense that they’re trying to keep warm. But there’s desperation in it because each time feels like it could be their last. Dean goes first, his head on Sam’s shoulder, and it feels like falling asleep. Sam is two minutes behind him. The next day the darkness clears and sun finds them entwined together in the back seat of the Impala.
- When Dean turns sixty, Sam puts his foot down. That life is done. Dean’s got a bad knee, a torn rotator cuff in his shoulder, and has gone completely deaf in his left ear. Sam’s no spring chicken either for being four years younger. He’s had to buy a special mattress or he can’t get out of bed in the morning. His glasses are now so thick that without them, he’s basically blind. They turn the bunker over to some new kid Garth recruited, and never look back. They buy a farmhouse. Dean spends a lot of time rocking on the front porch with his shotgun and drinking beer, keeping an eye out for anything suspicious. Sam becomes well known at the local library, finally getting a chance to read for pleasure instead of research. They eat breakfast at a small local diner every morning and the waitresses whisper how adorable they are, two old guys, married by the looks of their rings, growing old together. When Sam is diagnosed with chronic heart failure, they take one last road trip together. Sam wants to see the Grand Canyon and Dean is more than happy to hit the road again. He falls asleep behind the wheel two miles out of Albuquerque. When they fly off the road, it’s so fast, just a blink of an eye. The medics find them draped across each other and it looks like they’re smiling.
- It’s just a regular hunt gone wrong. Bound to happen eventually, even their luck doesn’t last forever. Sam is just a hair slower than he should be, he twists just a millimeter in the wrong direction, and instead of avoiding the knife, he finds it buried deep in his gut. And maybe Dean goes a little reckless, a little crazy. But he’s not long behind Sam in death, the same way they’d always been in life. They find themselves on the hood of the Impala again, looking at the stars. The cooler at their feet is full of beer, and no matter how many they drink, there is always plenty more. The sky is always clear and gorgeous, and the thruway behind them is always empty. They could get in the car and drive away, and they both know the road will never end, that each time they stop, there will be the same sky full of stars, the same cooler at their feet, and that they will always be together.
- Anonymous said
- Top five weecest headcannons (not super young like 14/18 or 15/19)
- The first time happens almost by accident. They’re sparring, then they’re wrestling, then they’re just grinding against each other, Sam rutting into Dean’s thigh and making tiny little noises in the back of his throat and before Dean can even form a coherent thought he’s creaming his pants like a teenager. Things are pretty awkward for a few weeks afterwards.
- Sam’s skin makes Dean’s mouth water. It makes him feel like such a pervert, but he loves the smoothness of it, all the places where Sam’s hair is still baby fine, all the leftover puppy fat that Sam hates. When he sucks vivid purple bruises into the inside of Sam’s thighs, they take days to fade.
- Sam has no sense of self preservation and it’s driving Dean crazy. They’ll be in the back seat and Sam will just tuck his hand in Dean’s pants and if John ever bothered to look in the review mirror they’d both be screwed. He can’t count the times he’s almost bit his tongue in half to stop himself from whimpering.
- Dean is determined that he’s not fucking Sam until Sam turns 18. Or at least 17. It’s bad enough that he’s given his little brother tips on how to suck cock. The fact that they can’t go 24 hours without rubbing off on each other at the very least is screwy enough for him. But that doesn’t stop him from licking Sam open until his jaw is sore and Sam is practically crying into the pillows.
- When John is gone for a few days they sleep in the same bed. Sam’s head tucked under Dean’s chin, his hair tickling Dean’s nose, long legs tangled with Dean’s. It’s soothing, Sam’s heartbeat against Dean’s side. It feels like home no matter what filthy, seedy little motel they’re staying at. Dean’ll grumble about it, but he looks forward to those nights together more than anything.
- Anonymous said
- Top 5 Winter Soldier headcanons? Like during the years he was an assasin? Or top five Bucky headcanons post Winter Soldier movie? Maybe both if you feel like it?
The Winter Soldier years:
- In 1961 his name is Sasha Antakov and he is not a ghost. He is a shadow. He is not the muscle or the assassin, he is the poison seeping from the darkness. An acid seeping through woodwork. He is a combination of dark eyes and violent grins, stories of injustices shared over cheap glasses of vodka in dingy little Minsk bars. He is a plague on human reason, a whisper that appeals to the worst in us all. He speaks, and a man named Lee Harvey Oswald listens.
- In 1967 his name is Raoul Felder and he’s a shadow yet again. He follows another from Canada to Alabama, to Mexico, then finally L.A. No one sees him, no one remembers him. He can make himself small when he needs to. His French is immaculate. He has a deep Alabama drawl. HIs Spanish is flawless. He is from everywhere and he is from nowhere. In April 1968 he is in a rooming house in Memphis, sharing a room with Eric Starvo Galt. By July 1968 when James Earl Ray is arrested, he is long gone, just a whisper on the wind.
- In 1983 he has a team he doesn’t need. They don’t speak to him and he doesn’t speak to them. His handlers don’t understand that he doesn’t need back up, he doesn’t need a second set of eyes or a second set of hands. He has no conscience, no thoughts of his own; he has nothing but the mission. It’s comically easy, 269 bodies trapped in a steel box, alive one moment and dead in the next. His mission report is short and stark, and he erases it afterwards with remarkable ease.
- In 1991 he is a ghost. It has to look like an accident. It’s his easiest assignment to date. Just a car malfunction, nothing more. He likes the flames and stays nearby even after the screaming has stopped. The heat of it dries his lips and makes his eyes burn. He doesn’t understand why he still feels cold.
- In 1998 he is a teacher, merciless and unforgiving. He has no sympathy for soft throats or delicate ankles. He speaks rarely and offers no encouragement. He is unyielding, terrifying, utterly devoid of all that makes him a man. He snaps fragile wrists and dislocates joints, cutting an already small group even smaller. Those who survive him are now ready to become him. Natalia Alianovna Romanoff is at the top of the list.
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