Friend: Shipping brothers is just wrong, don’t you think?
Me: Yeah, totally disgusting. Just… why would people do that?
-after she’s gone-
Me: -whispering to Wincest and Thorki fanfiction- I didn’t mean it. Don’t ever think I mean it.
I always knew you’d be the death of me
This just shows that they can’t live without each other.
Dean had been dead for six months, and Sam still ordered his food. Like he never died. Like he was still there with him. You can see it in his eyes. He’s not Sam. It’s like another person! His eyes are cold, emotionless. The only thing he can think is “get Dean back, Dean, Dean Dean…“
They fall apart without each other.
NOT ENOUGH BUCKETS IN THE WORLD FOR MY CREYS.
They break without each other.
“…I think that you can say a lot without saying words… That’s something a lot of us pride ourselves in bringing to our characters; the things that we say between the lines…You could probably cut together an entire episode of just Sam looking at Dean and Dean looking back at — yeah.”
— Jensen Ackles [Comic Con 2011]
Dean was sitting over Sam’s body and telling him how he failed him. This is one of those scenes where my brain knows it’s not real, but my body doesn’t and I become emotionally exhausted. Kim Manners, the director, made it more real putting a tarp up so I couldn’t see anyone on the set. - Jensen Ackles (TV Guide - Comic Con Special Edition)
When Sam was a small child, he would introduce people to his family by saying, “That’s my dad and that’s my Dean.”
He was seven or eight when he stopped, but sometimes there’s still that undertone of mine when he says, “That’s Dean.”
You're crying. And you know what, guys? I know why you're crying. You're crying because you love each other, and this love is too much. So it gets destructive. Sam loves Dean, so he thinks killing Lilith and stopping the apocalypse himself, instead of letting Dean do it, would be better. Dean loves Sam and he's trying to stop him, because he knows that what his little brother is doing is wrong and he's poisoning him. But as I said, you love each other too much and this love blinds you at the point you can't realize how wrong you both are.
It means you’re a monster.
Why I ship Wincest
My whole life, everywhere I’d looked, TV, movies, literature, etc. there were these contrived/supposed romantic love stories all around us, and I had naively accepted the reality that that was all there is in life. I grew up thinking I’ll eventually fall in love, like in the movies; we’ll grow old together, he’ll die first, or I’ll go, and that was that.
Like in the movies.
But then I stumble on this gem, on this unknown little horror show called Supernatural that’s about ghosts and wendigos and women in white and haunted asylums, but at its core was about something far greater.
I saw it, creeping up in the background; it snuck up on me almost from the get-go: a ‘love story’ so subtle, yet so overwhelmingly blinding in its power that it captivates you; a bond that I instantly recognized as something that cannot be matched in force or durability.
All I could think then was, nothing else that I’d ever seen or read or known or conceived even compares to this. Even as an outrageous dreamer, I wouldn’t have dared conjure up feelings this grand because I never thought something like it could exist. And I just knew then that any other story that comes my way, fictitious or otherwise, will just pale in comparison to Sam and Dean’s.
Their bond utterly shattered my perception of love and relationships and family and sacrifice.
It’s not about the sexuality of it all. It isn’t about that for me, not first and foremost, anyway.
I ship Sam and Dean because there can never exist a bond like theirs.
I ship them because there never has and never will be a love as strong and all-encompassing and devastatingly tragic and unmercifully exclusive as theirs.
I ship Sam and Dean Winchester because they’re brothers.
Because they’re soul mates—literally.
Because they’re two halves of one whole, and separately or put together, they are one of a kind.
And so is this ship.