Eileen Leahy

[bansheeslain]

private rp sideblog for Eileen Leahy of CW's Supernatural TV show.

affiliated with: @safetypinned

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[eileenguy]

btw. Did u guys know

eileens gay little car

[castiellesbian]

Can we talk about Eileen. She pulled herself out of hell.

[seasononesam]

Yeah, uh, Cas, this is Eileen Leahy. Eileen, this is Cas.

[seasononesam]

Supernatural Make Me Choose: @sk3tch-rottmnt asked Jo Harvelle or Eileen Leahy?

People are saying you're… Dead? Didn't take.

[bluelikesad]

I saw you are doing spn ladies fanart. Would you consider my favorite alive girl eileen leahy?

Eileen 💖

if anyone wants to support me ☕

[safetypinned]

to say sam isn't quite the biggest fan of halloween is a small (or.. better yet? rather MASSIVE!) understatement. this time of year hasn't landed himself many good memories. he's had dean and othes try to goad him past the hump, so to speak and it's worked a little bit never enough to make him really like-like it. not deep down anyway. so, he gets why eileen's trying to plaster in good memories every chance she gets. one of the biggest things he loves about her is her keen ability to turn places and people. memories and experiences that were shelved or ignored because of old memories being dredged up and turning them sour. all of those, she manages to shine a light on.. turn brighter.. than he ever thought possible. looks like HALLOWEEN is about to be yet another one.

still.. let's make this clear! there's no way in HELL he is showing up to the roadhouse wearing leather panties, a cape and these freaking strappy sandal boots that show off his legs. he looks freaking RIDICULOUS! yeah, okay. so thank whatever god might be listening that he's taken care of himself and can wear this without total embarrassment and self-consciousness but embarrassment? doesn't take psychic powers to foresee the level of SHIT his brother is about to toss in his direction. inwardly cringing, he tosses a stare over his shoulder towards the bedroom and then.. sighs heavily and begrudgingly walks out so his wife can see. eyes pleading, hands swinging out from his sides--he simply says. "dean's never gonna let me live this down. can't we just be.. i don't know. sheet ghosts or something? like those two married peopel on BEETLEJUICE?"

[bansheeslain]

                              EILEEN HAS HER PHONE POISED AND READY. The moment Sam walks out of the closet, she snaps at least 10 pictures of him. "That's going into the spank bank," she tells him with a broad grin. What? He's hot. She doesn't know how she managed to land someone who could very well be an underwear model, but she'll take advantage of his six-pack. Maybe she also wants to brag at the next high school reunion.

                               "And no, we're not going as sheet ghosts, that would be boring. And we know that ghosts look nothing like that." Anyway, she had her fun; now it's time to put Sam out of his misery. She bends down, careful of the sleeping infant in her lap, and pulls a bag from under the bed. Inside, there is a chiton, a plastic breastplate, a plastic helmet with a red panache, and one of those leather skirt things Greek warriors wore. All in all, Sam will only show a little skin above the knee now and naked arms. "C'mon, it's cold out there. Did you really think I'd let you walk around half-naked? You'd get the man-flu." Instead of man-flu, she signs death, which, honestly, is the same thing.

[safetypinned]

oh she just opened the door for so many possibilites! stepping back--he holds the shirt between his legs and shrugs out of his current one. that's tossed over to the bed and ends up landing on the floor beside it. close but no cigar! doesn't matter! cause the dorky leprechaun green shirt's yanked over his head and he only has to toss his hair aroun da couple times to get it settled right. "good idea about the flannel, though." she makes a valid point. cas is liable to take the saying word for word and plant one on him. if christmas and mistletoe says anything.. let's just skip past that memory and the noise dean made as the love of his brother's life was airplaning in for a touchdown before the elder winchester circumvented and puckered up for one instead. "don't think dean wants to explain to him yet another dumb human custom that's just an excuse to kiss the people you want to kiss without having the nerve.." the last part's said in his i'm impersonating dean voice.

oh! he caught that! lost puppy meets hopeful victorian orphan asking for a loaf of bread! you know he can pull that off. mirroring the sign and then pointing to himself--the hunter laughs. "sorry. kisses are reserved for you and you alone. i wonder what the roadhouse looks like. probably like a rainbow threw up a pot of gold and clovers. wanna bet dean's putting food coloring in all the beers on tap and cas is side-eyeing his green tongue? c'mon." he ducks around her and pulls out a black and white flannel. "sooner we get there.. the sooner we get home and.." you guessed it! index finger meet cheek and then chin!

[bansheeslain]

                             IF LAST HALLOWEEN IS ANYTHING TO GO BY, the roadhouse will look like Dean ripped a part of the island out of Ireland and plunked it into the middle of America. Eileen will judge it, of course, because, unlike Dean, she knows what's real and what's fake and only ever happens in movies. Sam will know, too; they spent three weeks in Eileen's home country for their honeymoon, and she made him visit all her favorite places and eat all her favorite food.

                              "I think every drink is green today, even the whiskey. If I get a green margarita, I have to murder him. Sorry, but those are the rules." She walks past him to her own side of the wardrobe, getting out the lime green jumper with the white clover pattern around the neckline. She pulls it over the white tank top she's already wearing, then uses an equally green hair clip to get some of her bangs out of her face. "We haven't talked about who the designated driver is," Eileen adds with one raised brow and a subtle smirk that says Sam is the correct answer. It's her holiday, after all, and she can have sex even when she's slightly drunk. Dicks and too much alcohol? Not a good combination.

[bansheeslain]

@safetypinned gets a surprise Halloween starter!

As an Irish woman, it's her duty to celebrate Halloween. Unfortunately, she's married to an American spoilsport, but little needling arguments like "don't you support my cultural inheritance?" have succeeded to wear Sam down and make him put on a costume. That and the fact that the roadhouse party says costumes are mandatory, and Dean probably wouldn't be above kicking his brother out if he turned up in jeans and flannel. Eileen, ever the supporting wife, said she'd take care of the couple's costume, and Sam is finding out right now that he should never have trusted her.

"You know how much I love that 300 movie," she says sweetly from the bedroom. From her spot on the bed with DJ snoring in her lap, she can peek into the walk-in closet and see Sam's horrified look in the mirror. He's probably wondering where the rest of his costume is. Well, if he remembers well enough, the Spartans didn't wear a lot (which is one of the reasons Eileen likes the movie); only a dark red cape and something like leather panties. Eileen herself is dressed like queen Gorgo in a white dress, a leather belt, golden sandals and a golden bay wreath. "So, are you ready, can we leave?"

[safetypinned]

swollen feet and painful tits. sam snorts then cracks up so bad he ends up having to wipe the side of his mouth. "i'm sorry for your feet and boobs. you know? can't do much about the latter. but? we can start carting around your footstool. get your feet up so they don't swell so much. and you'll be able to reach the top shelf wherever you go." look at the grin he shoots at her? half-see i'm joking! and half-please don't murder me for the last part?? even if she does. it'll be a death worth the giggle that bubbles out in the aftermath. sam can damn near feel the approach of dairy queen on the horizon. months of pregnancy has tuned him into fast food breaks, sweets shops and a plethora of other pitstops along the way. (like location of bathrooms that don't require a key to enter and which ones are cleanest.)

where the younger winchester must've inherited his dislike for the blizzard in question from his adopted pops (sorry, cain--for that nightmare given to you via dean yearsa go) there's no way in hell he won't stop for his wife. he gives her a glance, smile everpresent. "can't deny the nugget, right? pretty sure it's a crime." that kid's gonna be spoiled as hell and sam can't wait to be the main source of said spoiling. it'll be a race between him and his brother, no doubt. poor eileen and cas are gonna have their weight in keeping things balanced. unless. UNLESS? they give in, too. which eileen runs a hell of a better chance of. cas? maybe they can work on having him cave. the truck slows down and he heads towards the drive thru. "gotta make a run in or you good?" pee or not to pee. that is the question of the hour! on the hour. by the hour. poor squished bladder. that kid's gonna be massive.

[bansheeslain]

                              UNFORTUNATELY, SHE CAN UNDERSTAND ENOUGH OF WHAT HE'S SAYING TO GET THE TERRIBLE JOKE. She offers an unamused expression in return and then gives him the finger. "It's not my fault nobody put me in one of those medieval torture machines that stretch every limb of your body," she shoots back. Sam's height is excellent for making him get down all sorts of things on top shelves, but unfortunately, he's also an asshole about it sometimes. The next time he grabs the expensive glass bowl from the top cabinet for her and teases her for it, she'll bite his nipple. Let's see how funny he thinks that is.

                               Anyway, the worst joke in existence is soon forgotten (forgive her; pregnancy hormones make her angry for no good reason sometimes, just like they make her cry when she sees a video of a baby monkey munching on a piece of salad), and the prospect of eating some sugary ice cream bliss soon makes almost childish joy take its place. "Uuhh, I think it's best to get inside. Twenty minutes until we're home. I don't think we want a repetition of the squirrel incident." Three weeks ago, they were invited to a barbecue at the roadhouse, and although it's only twenty minutes from Dean and Castiel's place to their own house, they had to stop on the side of the road because Eileen's bladder was about to burst. Then something had started to rustle in the shrubbery, and Sam, probably imagining a Wendigo attack, had tried to protect his peeing wife with a crowbar. The poor squirrel had gotten the trauma of its life, and Eileen hadn't been able to get up from where she'd fallen over laughing. The memory alone made her grin.

[bansheeslain]

Uhhh two bed Samileen thread needs to happen. Omgg.

Such a DORK getting TWO BEDS bc 1) he's used to that, but also 2) he doesn't wanna come off as a creep that forces her to cuddle with him (she already has to endure his snoring)

[jackandclairearesiblings]

Really wanna write a fic where the whole subject is around Sam and Eileen going on their first solo hunt as a couple and Sam panics and gets a hotel room with two beds

[seasononesam]

Sam Winchester in 1x01 “Pilot” // Eileen Leahy in 11x11 “Into the Mystic”

[trencelovesyou]

Their parallel story is magical, lyrical, beautiful

[safetypinned]

marriage comes with all sorts of conveniences. doesn't it? this one--oh it's one that they've used before. only a handful of times. yet? works each time. both of them are pretty damn skilled at playing possum to get out of social events they'd rather not be at. sam's become quite content to be a homebody ever since tapering off hunting and choosing to settle down. visiting friends or family? sure. he's always open to that. but his social battery gets low at breakneck speed on the occasion. they've been at this a couple of hours now. more than enough to hit the red zone on his charge label. comes with being happy, he guesses. if he questions it. which is rare.

"don't be sorry," sam's feet swing apart from where he'd casually crossed them in front of his chair. shoots ol' bob an apologetic look as he pushes himself up. "nugget's been a busy little one lately. might end up being the next hall of famer." that makes the old man break out in a deep belly laugh before swinging a hand up to wave the happy kids off telling sam, who's busy joining eileen at her side, to take care of his wife. which he is happy to do. little kiss pressed to the top of her head. complete with a nose boop against soft hair and they're on their way out to his truck since he was told to bring it along so they could take a dresser for the nursery that dean plans on restoring back home. soon as he's helping eileen into the seat, he meets her eyes and mouths a thank you, signing alongside. "i love you." topped off with another kiss--before he's sliding into the driver's seat and they're on the road.

[bansheeslain]

                             WHATEVER SAM SAYS MAKES BOB LAUGH, so she supposes he and his wife Darla aren't mad at them for being the first ones to leave this little dinner party (even though Sam and Eileen are younger by at least a century than all of the other guests — seems like the old proverb the older they get, the more they want to live it up is true). They wave at the others and then leave the house; Sam, always a gentleman, helps her into the truck, which is even after marrying the guy and living with him 24/7 endearing as Hell. Eileen thinks her mother (both her biological and the hunter who adopted her) would approve of her choice. She definitely does.

       "Love you too," she says with a smile as he rounds the truck to climb in, too; he only had one beer despite Bob's best efforts, or else Eileen would be the one driving. Sadly, the nugget will keep her from her beloved margaritas for the foreseeable future. "And no need to thank me. Getting swollen feet and painful tits needs to have its perks. I like Darla and Bob, but they can get a bit much after a while." Her eyes flicker out of the window, then return to Sam. She points through the windshield with a cheeky grin when the Dairy Queen Sign lights up in front of them. "I think the nugget wants a Butterfinger Blizzard."

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[rowenasamuel]

the rowenaeileen agenda is alive and well

[safetypinned]

[ text : eileen ] I think I'm supposed to say something like "for the joy of being a parent" right? [ text : eileen ] Testing out that theory has its perks. You can't say it doesn't. 😉 [ text : eileen ] Must be a pretty cushy spot. Seeing as how he or she keeps creeping back over there. [ text : eileen ] Make it good. Talking Oscar worthy. You're my champion. 🏆

[bansheeslain]

                     EILEEN PUTS HER PHONE AWAY, absolutely ignoring Sam to maintain the facade that she didn't just text with her husband, who's only half a room away and engaged in conversation about –– she thinks Bob's trying to convince Sam of the merits of American football if his gestures are anything to go by. She excuses herself and slips out of the living room to pee. Not that there's coming much (she went to the bathroom just half an hour ago, after all, but having a tiny human in your belly rearranging your organs means you have the bladder capacity of an infant again).

                     Once she's done, she takes a deep breath, puts on a sad face, and then returns to the others. "I'm so sorry," she says, "but I'm not feeling well. The nugget is throwing a fit, it seems." To emphasize her words, Eileen puts her hand on her belly; she's not showing much yet (putting on her shoes is still easy), but she's unmistakably pregnant. "It was a lovely evening. Thank you for the invitation."