Put me to the test

Sam Winchester. I hunt the things that go bump in the night with my brother Dean. Leave a message if you need our help.

[personalxjesus-blog]

"Dammit." She sighed, running a hand through her hair before forcing a smile and offering a hand to the tall man. "I'm Marty. Marty McFly."

He offered a polite smile, shaking the offered hand. "Sam Winchester."

[personalxjesus-blog]

hi yes this account isn't dead getting to replies once I've slept apologies love you all thanks for the patience.

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I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh, and I call God a liar, I say anything that moved like that or knew my name could never die in the common verity of dying, and I pick up her lovely dress, all her loveliness gone, and I speak to all the gods, Jewish gods, Christ-gods, chips of blinking things, idols, pills, bread, fathoms, risks, knowledgeable surrender, rats in the gravy of two gone quite mad without a chance, hummingbird knowledge, hummingbird chance, I lean upon this, I lean on all of this and I know her dress upon my arm but they will not give her back to me.

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"2013..." Marty shakes her head. "Heavy... Have you seen a DeLorean around here?"

"Don't think so?"

[siswinchester]

I am not dramatic.

And you liked me tugging it.

[personalxjesus-blog]

Are too.

Always do.

[siswinchester]

Bite me.

[personalxjesus-blog]

Gladly.

[killersmurff]

Christmas Came Early

[killersmurff]

Pursing her lips as she pretends to think about it, Jess shrugs. “Hm. I suppose so.  Just no peeking. I’m still mad at you.” Not really, but if thinking so will make him work for it…

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He shrugs, speaking in an innocent tone, "I was planning on using my tongue, so I might accidentally peek? But if you'd rather I didn't..."

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"What year is it?" {heeey}

"...2013..."

[siswinchester]

I am not dramatic.

And you liked me tugging it.

[personalxjesus-blog]

Are too.

Always do.

[killersmurff]

Christmas Came Early

[killersmurff]

When his hands get close to the ties on the robe, Jess smacks them away. “You have to earn it, remember?”

[personalxjesus-blog]

He pouts jokingly, moving his hands down her body now before trying to get them under the robe. "Can I earn it this way?" he asks, still pouting.

[lambinparis]

+1

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He quickly follows, looking around. “No, wait, what…how is this happening?”

[lambinparis]

The tear closed, but that was okay. Elizabeth could always make another one. “They’re called tears,” The brunette calls from her place examining a broken car. “Usually I would go to alternate universes, but you can call them a… Window of sorts. Or a portal.”

[personalxjesus-blog]

"No, but...how did you do that?" he asked, too curious to be threatening at the moment. "And does Dean know you can do that?"

[gankingmonstersarchive-blog]

It was the same ol’ argument. One that they had had since Sam was a teenager. One that Dean actually liked having ‘cause, hey, Sam was interested in talking about something he was interested in and it didn’t involve better ways to kill something.

[txt] It’s not like it would’ve mattered. He would’ve been gone with the money by the time the cops figured it out. I guess it’s a good thing that ol’ Johnny boy was there, then, huh?

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Sam rolled his eyes, chuckling at his phone, letting himself forget for a few moments that he was pissed at his brother. Grudges were heavy weight anyway.

[text] Yeah, good ol' Johnny. How the hell did a group of robbers get their asses handed to them by one guy.

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Happy Birthday, Sam.

[killersmurff]

“You work hard.” Jess shrugs. “I mean, I know it’s small, but it’s only fair you get a real bed to sleep in afterward. And-,” She leans onto the bed, pressing in with her hands. “It’s memory foam. Dean insisted, for some reason…”

[personalxjesus-blog]

"It's big enough if there's room for both of us," he says with a smile and a shrug, moving to test the mattress. He chuckles at the mention of Dean. "Course he did. Thank you, baby. I love it."

[never-irreparablybroken]

[personalxjesus-blog]

Happy Birthday, Sam.

For the past couple of days, Jess has been working away in one of the bunker's private study rooms whenever she thinks Sam is sleeping or working too hard to notice, even enlisting Dean's help.

Today though, after putting the finishing touches on her surprise, she comes bounding into the library, tugging Sam out of his chair without even allowing him time to mark his place in his book. "Come on, come on! Close your eyes! No peaking." She giggles, tugging him through the bunker and back to the private room where she's been sneaking away.

Flinging open the door, she leads him inside before letting go of his hand. "Okay. Open."

"Happy birthday!"

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Of course, there were the half hearted protests. Somewhat because he felt he had to, somewhat because he never really enjoyed his birthday. But, Sam obliged Jess as he followed, covering his eyes, only uncovering them when she said so.

"Oh...wow...you didn't have to", he says quite quickly before adding, "But I'm so glad you did."