winchester.

Sam Winchester. Younger brother to Dean Winchester and second son to Mary and John. College dropout with good reason. Hunter of all things supernatural. Thirty-two years old. Only Dean is allowed to call him Sammy. Do keep that in mind. "You don't get to quit. This family is all we've ever had." Mun is twenty-five.

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i'm 5 away from 100?!!!! omfffg why are you guys ok? idu

[archivedbyheaven]

Dear People I have Threads with;

[reginalucem-archive]

Just because I start another thread with someone playing the same character as you, doesn’t mean that I hate you, I’m getting annoyed by you, or I’m bored with you; I’m most likely in a different scene, and nothing I send you both will be the same.

Just because I take a while to reply to you, but not others, doesn’t mean I’m ignoring you; My muse is picky, and I can only write what I’m drawn to. I want my replies to be well written and fun, not forced and horrible

Just because I shorten a reply doesn’t mean I’m bored with the thread; I’m probably tired, thinking of something else to continue with, or giving you the chance to set up our next situation.

Just because I drop a thread doesn’t mean I will never come back to start another; When I drop threads, I’m usually overwhelmed, without a muse for that particular piece, or bored with it, and I’ll ask to start another.

Don’t assume because I’m picky/tired/museless, I’m not happy with you. 

[deanhipchester]

sam winchester + cherry blossoms

[bruneintherain]

[fabiusmaximusx]

It was a foreign feeling to Hannah, just how at ease and relaxed she felt around Sam. Something about his company took her stresses away, helped ebb away all the tensions that she felt. It was early days, and there was still a lot the two had to learn about one another but this was certainly a good start. It was better to focus on what was right in front of her than to allow her thoughts to linger on the negatives. ❝There’s one thing, actually…❞  Soft green eyes meet with his own, before catching sight of his perfectly shaped lips, and that is where they linger momentarily. A soft smile comes along with the realisation of what she wants, the emissary’s fingertips continuing to caress the defined line of his jaw. Leaning up a little, her hand moves further down and finds its way to his nape, her knuckles gently brushing against his skin. ❝How about if I wanted to kiss you?❞ Her question is barely above a whisper, her touch feather light as she awaits  his response.

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Sam never wanted this moment to end; being able to hold Hannah in his arms just felt so right. Being able to be the one a woman desired comfort from was a weird but welcoming experience to the neglected brother. It was always usually Dean whom most woman, and sometimes men, gravitated towards. It made Sam realize that he wasn't as adnormal as he thought. Being able to hold someone whom still had a pulsing heart was something worth celebrated. Sam had become so used to the cold stare of the dead that it was quickly starting to become normal... and he hated that. Nevertheless, Sam was a bit shocked when he saw Hannah lean in dangerously close; almost to the point where their lips were about to brush up against one another. "You want to kiss me?" Clearly, Sam didn't hear that too often but he wasn't about to object like a complete moron would in this situation. With a grin, he tightens the hold he had on her waist and pulls Hannah to the left; guiding her to sit ontop of his lap. "Then kiss me, Hannah."

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"Let me help you."

Send me let me help you and my muse will react to your muse’s hand sliding under my muse’s clothes.

Today turned out to be surprisingly relaxing. All Sam did was laze about in bed. Dean, whom had been up since the crack of dawn, hadn’t bothered to contact the younger Winchester all day. Days like these happened once in every blue moon. Sam was so glad he was finally able to have some time off to himself. Sleep was also another thing in Sam’s life that he was severely lacking; he would consider it a blessing if he got just three hours of shut eye. So, it was understandable how disgruntled Sam felt when he was pushed from his sleep by the sensation of a curious object running under his clothes. Dazed and confused, Sam’s sleepy emeralds tilt down to lay upon the invasive stance of Hannah Jones. Sam couldn’t help but chuckle lightly as his dry lips parted to finally whisper into the humid air. “Hmm.. what are you doing in here Hannah?”

[rpmememaker]

Send me "Let me help you." and my muse will react to your muse's hand sliding under my muse's clothes.

[ For my muse to slide their hand into your muse’s clothes, see here ]

[cockygomez]

Selena leaving L’Avenue restaurant - Paris.

[ipromiseilldobetter-deactivated]

       “It’s a teenager.” Really that was all Malia could offer him. She didn’t know much about the whole thing in general. The others spent more time with their theories than she did, she was trying to do multiple things at one time and couldn’t always keep up with everything. “But it doesn’t know that it is this thing, if the beast remembers it’s real name then the teenager will disappear. So we need to stop the teenager from you know..turning into some beast from the old ages.”

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          Sam gave a solid nod in understandment. Whilst he had yet to hunt something of this caliber before, marking himself as scared was the farthest thing from the truth. "Noted. Do any of your friends happen to know a bit more about this creature? I could use all the information I could get ahold of." As Sam kept his gaze focused on the Beacon Hills native, he also made sure to keep his hearing at it's highest peak. Someone could have been listening in on them. Someone could have been trying to get the inside scoop of all the recent murders. Saying it was just an animal attack was starting to run a little dry; boring most of the curious California minds that learned to call this crazy nest home.

[van-dyne]

have a kiss from Jared ❤︎ smoothens all the heartache 

[satherine]

sam themes. theme one: aesthetics.

v. favorite color.

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[plaidsammy-blog]

#HOLY FUCK JARED #its like the slide into ZEKE #the transformation is FANTASTICAL #you don’t even need the blue eye lights #GODDAMN (via buticancarryyou)

[moonbabyjupe]

jared deserves all the awards

[shadowsofnightmares-deactivated]

It is so amazing because every time I see a gif of Sam being possessed, you can just tell. You can tell - even without the blue eyes, or the black eyes from when he was possessed by Meg - that this isn´t Sam. This is someone else. Just by his body language and expression that Jared isn´t playing Sam in that moment.

Like, seriously, Jared is an amazing actor. If anyone tell me otherwise, I will sacrifice them to Satan

[fayzedsamarchive-deactivated201]

“I usually have way more control than that.” Sam promised, nodding his chin. “Cause you know, I’m awesome like that, dude. Nothing else is going to burn. Unless you want me to.”

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“I would prefer if you didn’t.” Sam replied rather blandly; taking a couple steps away from the scene before him. “Just learn how to control yourself next time. If you are awesome like that, that is.”

[onceahalliwell]

He stared as the man stood up, towering over Ori in his height. Really, he was hoping for something just a bit better to hear than if. If wasn’t comforting. “So what do we do in the mean time? Is it safe here?”

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“We?” Sam mouthed silently, planning to turn his back to the corpse and walk away just moments before. “We aren’t gonna do anything. You are gonna go home and I’m going to continue working on this case. Go. You shouldn’t be involved in this type of thing anyway.”

[crowningkxngs]

            bailey didn’t stop dancing.  teasing sam was actually fun.  so when the other rose up, and towered him, nine inches to be precise, all bailey did was bite his lower lip.  “because, that’s what happens when you’re in a relationship with someone, you tease them,” the boy smirked.  he followed sam into the room and found himself on the bed, watching sam.  he gazed at the man’s body, eyes running through abs and chest.  sam was absolutely gorgeous.  “seriously?  did you become some greek god or something, because you got bigger?” bailey chuckled as he met sam’s eyes.

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           once sam was free of the cloth that shielded his upper torso, he threw it careless to the side than crawled on the bed; on top of bailey to eventually had their forms mold together. "oh, shut up, bailey. nothing has changed since we last met. now, just shut up and kiss me." leaning down, sam connected their lips in a hot ray of passion. hands scaled up the younger male's body to trace every inch that folded beneath the hunter's own frame. how sam was able to find the courage to give this a second chance was beyond him. it had been so long since he'd been in a relationship that everything felt totally new to him; as if it was something he'd never experienced before.

[babydolltheanimatronic]

reblog if your  a non-selective rp blog

this means

your open to all roleplayers (oc or canon)

dont get picky with people.

just like to have  fun in general

[mirrcrmirror-blog]

“My name’s Helen and I’m afraid there isn’t any way to ‘let me out’. I’ve been stuck in mirrors for the past two thousand years. I highly doubt a hunter would be able to get me out. Or want to, considering my heritage.” She said with a little wry smile. He was a good boy. Genuine. It was still a startling quality to find in people that came across her. They always wanted to know their future and hated that they would die. Everyone did. It was inevitable. One day, she hoped she would to. “And you don’t need to feel guilty, Sam. Castiel will come back to you and your brother. The devil may be persistent, but he has never won anything.” 

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"Oh, I know we'll be able to save Castiel. The Winchesters protect their family at all costs. There is no way we are gonna allow that coward of a demon to permanently hitch a ride on Castiel's shoulders. We'll get him out, one way or another. Now, that's not the issue at hand. What we should be worried about is how you got in that mirror. Did you piss off a witch of something? There has gotta be a way to get you out. I won't accept any other kind of answer." Slowly, Sam made his way closer to the thick sheet of glass before curling his index finger inwards and allowing the spine of his digit to light tap on the glass. "I'm gonna help you outta there. I swear."