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( there are no strings on me )

boy king sam winchester au

alt. season 3 timeline onward.

semi-selective

nsfw // mun is 22 years old

multiverse//multifandom

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[ i moved my boy king sam account to a clean new blog. :) ]

THIS ACCOUNT IS ABOUT TO BE MOVED. :)

SAME URL. SAME THING.

ugh my dash and tags are too much of a mess. this blog is too old. i think i will delete and just remake from scratch up. move the theme. if anyone wants to know i will use this same url and post a promo on my lucifer.

“You think you can come here wearing that face, and not expect me to rip that flesh of your bones. I don’t know what or who you think you are, monster. But you messed with the wrong Winchester.”

#likeatxrtle

( do not be shy to come and plot. )

i want to stay in verse, but i will also do canon or any of the others in my verse page.

#supernatural rp

just finished unfollowing half of the blogs on here because they aren’t active anymore. the smart thing at this point would be to move this blog. but that would mean having to make a new email and all that and i don’t wanna.

may-lecter

no angel

no devil

#pretty #fanart

( starter call. )

i will likely ask for us to plot first, considering how au this account is.

I'm trapped in this world Lonely and fading Heartbroke and waiting For you to come We are stuck in this world That's not meant for me

( come this way )

#supernatural rp #sam winchester rp #independent rp #dean winchester rp #castiel rp

( will fix theme and pages this weekend when i get back home and have access to my desktop. )

( time to bring this back from the death )

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Thought It was Bad Before || CLOSED RP ||

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Dean remained anxious as he waited for his brother to come out from the bar, able to smell him long before Sam said his name. Dean immediately dropped his phone back into his pocket, folding his arms across his chest to hide the tremour of his hands and keep from reaching out for his sibling as he came closer.

“Okay, I’m just gonna…” Dean trailed, huffing a frustrated sigh and glancing away from his brother. No one was in hearing distance of their conversation, or in sight. “…Sam, we have a problem. I mean, major problem, and it’s me,” he spilled quietly, not even bothering to try controlling the uncertainty in his voice.

He wants to spill everything but his voice decided to work against him and he went silent again, watching his sibling in concern. Sam was going to hate him, as soon as he breathed a word. He’d try to cure him, and if that didn’t work then there might even be a plan to kill him, and Dean wasn’t so sure he could put up with it coming from Sam, or getting anyone else involved, not even Cas who probably already knew and shit he hadn’t thought of that –

“I’m spirallin’, okay? Everythin’s….it’s all weird and fucked up, and –Eve did somethin’ to me,” Dean quickly managed to get out in one breath, nerves frayed beyond belief over this. “Whatever she did to me, I’m not human anymore. And that’s why I’ve been buggin’ out on you, okay? And I’m dangerous but I don’t know to who, or if this can be fixed –l”

He realises he’s rambling and finally shuts his mouth, closing his eyes tight for a second. When he panicked they changed, and he didn’t want Sam to see; he wasn’t sure how he knew that, but he did, and he wasn’t going to just flaunt his lack of humanity at this point, fingers clenching tightly.

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The moment Sam could see Dean's face, shadowed by the lights, he knew something was wrong. His brother looked desperate. The last time Dean had looked this way at him he'd been seconds away from saying yes to Michael. Something inside of him twisted with worry. He knew his brother wouldn't be like this unless things were serious.

Hearing Dean talk Sam wasn't sure how to respond. He didn't think there was anything he could say. Not when he could barely believe what he was hearing. Dean had done something--something that had taken Dean's humanity away."That's--" Sam licked his lips and tried to keep himself from shaking and spooking his brother away. This was a confession that it had to have taken Dean a lot to put out there.

"When did you realize? He couldn't believe that Dean would have hidden this for so long. It had been days since they had defeated Eve. Maybe he hadn't known until today. It was the only explanation. He knew trust between them hadn't been that great since Dean came back from hell and Sam had fucked up. But this was beyond what the usually dealt with.

Reaching for his brother, Sam grabbed his shoulder and pressed his lips together. Going to Castiel was out of the question. He'd lied about Crowley and God knows what else. But they had survived worse in the past. Whatever Eve had done had to have some cure. They just needed to look into it. "We're going to fix this."

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Dean managed to be satisfied enough with wandering around for awhile, although he was pretty sure if anyone saw him he looked like a total creep in the process. He did his absolute best to avoid following Sam’s path, trying to shut his brother’s scent out of his head. It wasn’t really working, and every time Dean would have sworn he would be okay, his mind flashed back to the room and Sam’s blood rushing and –

God damn it.

Struggling to shake Sam out of his thoughts for the tenth time, Dean growled under his breath when his phone buzzed; no doubt it was his brother telling him not to worry. Proven right after checking the message, the elder Winchester had two options: go bother Sam, or leave him the fuck alone. And Dean knew which one he should pick, but his feet were already carrying him in the direction of the only bar in town before the device was even back in his pocket.

Okay, so Dean was pretty weak-willed about staying away from Sam. But that was old news, it wasn’t something that should be so shocking and terrible; the problem being that it was. Dean was practically drooling over his damn brother’s stupid scent and stupid blood and stupid bod–

Oh god no. Oh fuck no, and no about a thousand more times. He wasn’t allowed to think that way, he couldn’t think that way, not about Sam. Please, anyone but Sammy. Seriously, anyfuckingone but his goddamn little brother.

Oh Dean was definitely going to hell now.

He was so caught up in his own damning thoughts that he didn’t even realise he hadn’t replied to the text until after arriving outside the bar. And fuck all if he couldn’t smell Sam from here, mildly washed out by alcohol and the other patrons. But he knew his brother’s scent too damn well at this point, there was no way he wouldn’t be able to pick him out from a crowd, let alone a small-ass place like this one.

[ Outside. Have something you need to know. ] Hopefully, Dean wouldn’t let himself run away from outright telling Sam he needed to hear what was going on. Even if he was inwardly terrified of what it would cost, he couldn’t do this and get all grabby without giving his brother some kind of warning. [ One of those dire-or-I’d-leave-you-be kind of things, Sam. ]

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Sam had no idea what had crawled up Dean’s ass and died these past few days. But he was too sober to be dealing with his brother mood. He was the one who wouldn’t shut up about how Sam spends too much time with his head inside a book or researching for their next case. Then the day he was in the mood to go out and have some fun, his brother acted like a mother hen scolding a small child.

He would have worried more if this hadn’t become a default setting for Dean these past few weeks. And even if he tried to get his brother to open up, it wouldn’t go well. Dean was as stubborn as John and maybe Sam was too. But he at least tried to open up about his feelings. Dean would bottle everything up, get drunk and fuck someone until he got good enough at ignoring his problems. The best Sam could ask for was for Dean to willingly open up.

Tomorrow he would be the nigger man, no pun intended, and apologize for the porn thing. If he was lucky Dean would be in a better mood and accept it was a joke. Something he himself would have done in the past. And had with all the times Sam had to ix his computer whenever Dean crashed it with all his porn sites. This whole thing with Eve and the Alphas probably had him stressed out. That's why Sam had thought going out drinking would have been a good thing. But reading a newborn was more practical.

He was really enjoying his time, putting his brother's moodiness in the back of his mind when his cell rang. For a second he was tempted to ignore it, but it could be important. Another hunter or Dean getting into trouble. Sighing and already regretting it he apologized to his companion and stood up. Reading the text made Sam frown and he was quickly grabbing his coat and stepping outside.

There was a single meaningless light illuminating the parking lot when he did. But Dean was not hard to miss. "Dean?"

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