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How are you today? Plans for the weekend?
I’m just checking in, I haven’t got much time for tumblr, I hope you are doing well…
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Oh nooooo, i have been there and its not fun. Also if your failing for being distracted, i would delete all social media. Thats what i did for a while, well not facebook causing socialising is important.
or split it up, two hours studying same amount of time on social media afterwards. Those are things i did. Lol
Im good slipped and hurt my back but other then that im good. Its the weekend today and i have just been sleeping.
And thank you for checking in you dont have to but much appricated.
What about you? Besides studying and work any fun plans?
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I understand reblogging is a cool thing, I've been on Tumblr for six years with other accounts.
And I don't reblog for multiple reasons, one I don't want it to mess up my blog, two i don't feel like it, three I don't wanna be noticed as much.
Also controversial thought, the ' reblog this if your not homophobic.' ones are really stupid, not because it shows you support but mainly because it doesn't feel like the intention is to show your support but for the original poster to get likes.
And this is coming from someone who dates, woman and men, if you scream homophob at me I will spit on you in gay.
Seriously though don't feel pressured into reblogging stuff, whether you just wanna like or even not interact at all and take a screenshot then do it.
Fuck all those who say it's a Tumblr rule you have to, the only rule on Tumblr has is no porn and it still shows up.
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Royalty/nobility TV Tropes page
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Amazing site with an endless amount of naming resources
General advice on avoiding naming appropriation
Hispanic Surnames
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Huge master list for character things in general
Masterlist of names of all types - including but not limited to ancient/old world names, Celtic, African, Northern European, Southern and Central American Native names, Japanese, Chinese, Mongolian, Polynesian, and more
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Implied thoughts of cruelty, brief thoughts of being eaten
Summary:
What if Dean Winchester couldn’t trade his soul for his brother’s life? Unknown to Dean Winchester and those who wanted the apocalypse to happen, Sam's soul was thrown back in time and reincarnated into something not so big or human.
I used the actual show transcripts for the beginning but made some adjustments to make it fit better.
Beware the website I used didn't have a secure network and my browser, my normal-ass browser, warned me not to use it.
If you wanna find it, search up 2x21 Supernatural Transcripts.
“Sam!”
Dean shouts
Sam clutches his arm and makes his way over to his brother and Bobby. Relief feels him as he sees the two. He’s exhausted, but he feels safer at each step. He gets closer to Dean and Bobby.
“Dean!”
He calls back tired but relieved, a small smile appearing on his face as he stumbles his way to his older brother, finally free, finally safe.
Dean begins to stop walking and runs towards him. Sam’s confused, but Dean practically screams at him.
“Sam, look out!”
But it was too late. As pain filled his body, he feels like he’d about to collapse, Dean's panic cry.
“Noooo!”
Sam falls to his knees, gasping in pain. Dean slides to the ground in front of his brother. He grabs Sam's clothes.
“No, Sam!”
Dean tells his brother as if that would stop the bleeding.
Sam falls forward onto Dean’s shoulder.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Sam, Sam! Hey, Hey, hey. Come here, let me look at you.”
He places his hand on the wound of Sam's back, the blood has already completely soaked his hand.
“Hey, look at me. It’s not even that bad. It’s not even that bad, alright? Sammy? Sam?”
Dean grabs his brother’s face. His head is wobbling as if the energy helping him keep his head up was fading.
“Hey, listen to me. We’re gonna patch you up, okay? You’ll be good as new. Huh? I’m gonna take care of you. I’m gonna take care of you. I’ve got you. That’s my job, right? Watch out for my pain-in-the-ass little brother?”
Dean touches his brother's face, lightly tapping it as if he could keep him awake long enough that he magically heal and live.
He can feel the weight in his arms get heavier as panic feels throughout Dean's entire body.
“Sam? Sam! Sam! Sammy!”
Sam's eyes finally shut and his body slumps forward. No longer does it have the energy to sit up.
“No. No, no, no, no, no, no. Oh, God. Oh, God.”
He cradles his little brother in his arms, rocking back and forth as tears stream down his face. As he looks down, he doesn’t see the adult his brother becomes but instead the baby he ran out of the burning house in his arms.
“Sam!”
The last cry of his name, hoping Sam would wake up, hoping Sam would be alive, but he never opened his eyes again.
[4 Years Later.]
Sam was kicked from the colony, apparently not doing his assigned role from birth and, dare suggest something else, was a big no.
“Great, they didn’t even give me anything. I guess they were hoping I die out here.”
Sam carefully stayed closer to the trees, picking up a small broken branch to defend himself against smaller creatures however he knew if anything bigger like a lizard came he would probably have to either hide or climb to the tree hoping the lizard couldn’t climb up as well. Which was doubtful.
He sighed. He would have to think about where to sleep tonight or where to start a new colony and-
“Crack!”
Sam’s head turned around to face the sound. It sounded like thunder, but he could tell it wasn’t.
“What was that?”
He said with a mixture of curiosity and slight panic.
He stood still, deciding what to do now. He could either listen to all his instincts and run or he could indulge his curiosity and investigate quickly.
He sighed before lightly sprinting in the direction of where he heard the sound; he kept looking and couldn’t find anything out of place until he heard a small wicked giggle and the smell of the realm of the untouched filled his nose.
He instantly hid.
Why was a fairy here? He thought panicked.
He waited until the sound of the fairy and its stench disappeared. He peaked briefly to see a massive figure slumped against a tree.
Sam tilted his head. That was clearly a human. He’s never seen one, mainly because not many humans go into a middle of a large unattended forest.
Based on what the colony had told him, he knew that humans were worse than vile, wicked fae. The colony had warned him that with one squeeze, they could turn him into mush, or even force him to become their pet or worse, their food.
Sam shivered at the thought of being so easily killed or controlled, but as always, curiosity outwins any survival instincts as perusal.
Besides, who knows when another chance like this would come again, to see a real human up close and personal?
So whether stupidity or curiosity or some mixture of them both, he approached slowly, studying the features he could already clearly see, making a mental note in his head that he could jot down later on a leaf.
As he gets closer and closer to the giant human, he suddenly felt a gust of air heading towards him and on instinct jumped back, nearly stumbling backwards.
Where he looked up horrified at the now pissed of awake human, whose hand was slammed into the ground where he just stood a moment ago, and with the other hand a large silver object pointed directly at him.
“I’m gonna kill you, you friggin’ fairy!”
He growled furiously.
Sam's eyes widen in fear.
“Crap!”
And before he knew it, he was running away as fast as his tiny legs could run with a giant, monstrous figure chasing after him.
Even if he could explain to the human, he wasn’t a fae and how insulting to even be compared to such a vile, evil creature is. He doubt he would listen.
He heard that same crack again and quickly covered his ears as the sound this time caused him great pain, he let out a small cry continuing to run and as he did another crack was heard but this time something flew past him and into the tree in front of him, his eyes wide at the now hole in the tree.
He thought it looked rather similar to that of the holes in the rocks they launch at dragonflies they put in them.
He was practically cornered now. He closed his eyes. The human held the silver object once again. He couldn’t help to wonder what damage it would do to him if it did so much to a stern tree.
He closed his eyes, unable to hide his slight shaking, and waited. Instead of the crack sound he now associated with the object he heard the sound similar to rocks smashing together.
“Damit!"
He watched as the human hit the silver object with his hand and Sam took this as his opportunity to escape. He went to leave, but the loud deep voice of the Human shouted.
“No, you don’t!”
Before he could even move any further, large hard hands launched at him and grabbed him. The feeling felt as if he was suffocating at the tight, crushing grip.
Sam didn’t dare open his eyes too scared to ponder the idea of doing so and a small voice inside mocked him.
Where’d your curiosity go now?
it mocked.
He felt something cold suddenly touch his skin and followed by the human’s voice of confusion.
“What? Why isn’t it burning you?”
He asked demandingly.
Sam couldnt even fine the words to answer nor even open his eyes just keeping them shut.
He continued to feel the coldness of whatever item the human kept pressing against his skin.
“Just my luck a fae suddenly becoming immune to friggin’ iron.”
Sam felt as if he didn’t speak up now. He wouldn’t ever be able to again.
“I’m not a fae.”
He weakly said as the tight grip had not loosened.
The human scoffed
“Sure you're not.”
Sam finally opened his eyes. He stared at him. The human’s face gave him a weird sense of déjà vu.
“I’m not. If I was, I would probably cast a spell on you or something.”
The human glared
“You threatening me.”
Sam made a disbelief face
“How did you come to that conclusion of what did anything i say make you think that?”
The human raised an eyebrow.
“Then what are you, huh? A pixie practically the same thing.”
Sam looked confused
“I’m not a pixie. I don’t even know what that is.”
The human's glare lighten up and so did his grip, not enough to where he could escape but just enough so he can breathe.
“You're coming with me until I can figure out what you are, and if you're dangerous.”
“And well, if you are.”
He pointed to the ground and his boot and smirked.
“You get to briefly say hello to my boot.”
Sam couldn’t help but feel terrified at the idea of being crushed to death.
The human took him out of the forest and went into a large weirdly shaped black object. He looked around with his free hand and with a sigh.
“This will have to do.”
It was a long cylinder object; it smelled of rotten fruit. Sam shook his head.
“I’m not going in that. That reeks.”
The human raised his eyebrow.
“What part of this did you think you had a choice?"
And not even a second later, he was pushed down into the small neck of the cylinder object, that reeked of rotten fruit, and even though Sam could kind of see out of it, the world he saw through it was brown-tinted.
Before any more thoughts could be thought a large roar followed by everything shacking around him.
He let out a small shrieked cry of surprise the human only laughed at him causing Sam to roll his eyes in annoyance.
Sam rolled his eyes.
“Buckle up pipsqueak. We have a long drive ahead and you might as well cherish these hours while you can.”
Sam didn’t even know what drive meant, but he knew what cherishing his hours meant. He was taunting him, promising him a truly terrifying fate.
So Sam did what anyone stuck in his situation would do. He tried to escape, however, due to whatever weird contraption this human had put him in, his efforts were futile as he kept slipping back down, unable to grip anything. Still, he kept trying until he was too tired to attempt again, so exhausted he just accepted his fate.
That he was doomed.
End Notes: Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it. There will be another part coming out, so I hope you will enjoy it as well.
What if Dean couldn't trade his soul for Sam's life, because it was already taken forced through the process of reincarnation and sent back time.
So that there fates could be followed, however instead of being reincarnated as human Sam's ended up reincarnated as a forger aka an outside borrower.
And just before he turns twenty two, he is kicked out of the colony for dare questioning the roll his was assigned at birth.
Not given any supplies, he fells hopeless until he hears a loud sound echo throughout the forest, even though his instincts are screaming at him to run away instead he runs towards it and what he discovers is a large passed out human slumped against a tree and darting light leave with a wicked giggle.
A fae, a wicked, evil vile creature who the colony always warned to stay clear, as they didn't have the resource nor the power to kill those wicked things.
But they also told him to stay away from humans, for even scarier reasons such as the fact with one grip they could easily crush you into nothing, they would force you to be their pet or worse their food.
However, sam whether stupidity, curiosity or a mixture of the two approached, he knows he might never ever get another chance like this again.
Suddenly out of nowhere a force comes down, slamming to the ground just narrow missing him, its the human he looks pissed and its pointing a large silver object at him and with a growl it states.
When Dean and Sam find out their not even brothers but replaced the original Sam and Dean of this world and in their world they used to hunt one another.
(Not the OG Sam and dean but this Sam and Dean who aren't brothers used to hunt one another.)
Little idea that I have cooking in my head, obviously g/t will be involved.
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