so get this.

And I remember looking at this picture of Sir Galahad, and he was kneeling, and - and light streaming over his face, and - I remember… thinking I could never go on a quest like that. Because I’m not clean. Peter Quill Sam Winchester - 33 - District 11 ( closed rp for tcg )

[renascxntia]

rough touch/25/deansam

25. Your muse pins mine onto the ground.

(legit all i could think of at first was the series premiere and ‘heya sammy’ jfc) (also after coin’s defeat)

Sam couldn’t understand why Dean needed to speak to him in the infirmary. They shared a room, for God’s sake. Why did he have to walk all the way to the other side of the Rebels’ settlement in order to talk to his brother? In his state, he didn’t really consider that Dean could be hurt. He also didn’t even come close to suspecting his older brother’s true motive.

When Sam walked into the infirmary, he immediately felt something was off. Dean was the first person he saw–and he looked worried. No…guilty.

“Hey, Sammy,” he said nervously, obviously hiding something in his hands. Before Sam was able to prepare himself, both Scott and Isaac came from behind him and held his arms behind his back. He let out a surprised grunt, immediately struggling against the two werewolves.

“Dean–what the hell?!” He looked down at the now obvious syringe in Dean’s hands. “Don’t you fucking dare–”

“We’re gonna make you better, I promise,” Dean said, walking forward as Sam continued to curse and struggle.

“No, you’re gonna make me weak again,” Sam argued, only slightly aware of the pain in his arms from Scott and Isaac’s vice-grips. “I don’t want to be!”

“Sam, you’re not yourself and you know it,” Dean replied, uncapping the needle. “I’m sorry but it has to be this way.”

At that moment, Sam’s struggling made Isaac’s hands slip and he managed to elbow the young man in the nose. Isaac stumbled back with a curse while Scott tried to grab Sam’s free arm–but Dean was at his side in an instant, giving his little brother a hard punch to the gut. 

"Dean-” Scott started, afraid the older hunter was starting to go too far. But it worked, and Dean had Sam pinned to the ground in no time. 

“You’ll seriously thank me for this later,” he said with some difficulty as Sam kept struggling. Then he plunged the needle deep in Sam’s neck, injecting the tranquilizer and rendering the younger man unconscious in seconds.

[scott-mc-call]

'rough touch' sam - randomise ug h

send rough touch for: 16. my muse bites yours.

No one knew what was really wrong with Sam. All they knew was that he’d finally arrived back at the Rebel base, claiming he felt light headed. Every medical opinion ruled it out as an unfortunate coma, one he’d have to wake up from on his own. But every day, the man’s condition seemed to grow worse, like he was suffering from a fever that just wouldn’t go down. It was only when his veins began to darken that the doctors decided it had to be a virus, though unlike any they’d ever seen. Dean ruled it as supernatural immediately, and went straight to work, researching all he could to pin down the source. But he had little to work with, because Sam had taken off by himself for weeks, and his big brother had no clue what kind of creatures he’d faced in the meantime. 

After a month, the hunter gave up, knowing he only had a few choices left now. Dean didn’t like any of them, but at the end of the day, he either saved his brother or he didn’t. And with Sam fading fast, Dean would be damned if he let his little brother die on his watch again. Only the supernatural it seemed, could defeat a supernatural virus, and werewolves were much more favourable than vampires, in Dean’s eyes. Scott had been by Sam’s side taking his pain away almost every day, so asking him for one more favour felt unfair. But it wasn’t in Scott’s nature to deny someone help, especially for a pair he loved like family. After much discussion, to which Dean actually had to beg, the alpha agreed. The next full moon, Scott was to visit Sam one last time.

Dean didn’t want to see it, but he knew he had to be there when Sam woke, so he watched in grim silence as the large wolf approached his brother, dark eyes looking to him once more, just in case. As if Dean could back out now. At his nod, the alpha turned and leaned toward the unconscious male’s bare arm, canines sinking deep into the flesh. There was no doubt in Dean’s mind his brother was going to hate him for this. But he’d rather Sammy be alive, angry and a little furry, than the alternative.

[renascxntia]

rough touch/21/samilyyy

21. Your muse attempts to shove away mine.

(in which emily is helping with a case for some reason??? idk but sam’s still soulless)

“Look, I still don’t get what the problem is,” Sam began, sitting on the edge of his bed in the shabby motel they were staying in for their current case. “You needed backup, so I took care of it.”

“First, I did not need backup, understand?” Emily said, pointing a finger at him from the other side of the room. “Second, you went way too far and you know it--”

“Give me a break,” he said condescendingly. “As if you haven’t gone that far before!”

“To get revenge, but I’ve never done that kind of thing when we’re just trying to get intel. You almost killed the guy!”

“And would it have really been such a loss to the world if I had?” he shouted, standing.

Emily stepped back, disgusted. “Who are you?” He felt her emotions; he knew they were hers because he wasn’t currently feeling anything. Except maybe some annoyance. Sam tried to think of how to best act like himself. If he were in his right mind, he’d probably be comforting or imploring. He gave it a shot.

“Emily,” he said softly, stepping towards her with half-open arms. But when he got close enough, she pushed him away with a grunt. Or she tried to at least.

Sam knew he shouldn’t, but he laughed anyway. “Is that all ya got?” he said in amusement, looking down at her.

Her rage was apparent immediately, and not just because he could feel it. She grabbed her coat and opened the door to leave, but not before turning to him and growling, “Asshole.”

[mxamoff]

cells.

[renascxntia]

mxamoff:

Apart from his constant glare, Pietro didn’t respond, hands tightly gripping the bent frame. This man didn’t seem like a rebel, though if he was, Pietro found he no longer gave a shit. Wanda wasn’t there to remind him that he should be fighting for all of them, so he simply wasn’t. The only thing that held any importance now was getting back to his other half. His blue eyes narrowed impossibly closer at Sam’s reply, taking it as a threat. 

“How about you come right here and say zhis again, hm? Come on,” he repeated quickly, head nodding to the space right in front of his cell before his gaze returned to the other man’s, challenging him.

For a moment, Sam just looked at the prisoner as he tried to challenge him. He wondered what exactly was going through the young man’s head, what he thought he was proving by doing this. Suddenly, the corners of his mouth turned up in a smirk, which anyone observing would’ve found unsettling. He leaned forward towards the bars but didn’t bother walking back over.

“Don’t try to start battles you know you can’t win. That just makes you look stupid.” With that, Sam turned and walked on.

[daenwinchestr]

jan 24.

[renascxntia]

deanxwinchestr:

It sounded reasonable enough, so maybe Dean was just being paranoid. Then again, he didn’t really want to discuss it anyway, especially when his brother didn’t know about this death. But Sammy’s hesitance still made him wonder. “Nothin’.” He shook his head after another moment. “Nothin’, just.. wanted to check, that’s all.” Dean drained his beer, crushing the can and throwing it onto the table at his feet before grabbing and opening another. “So uh.. how was your day?” He regretted the small talk as soon as he’d spoken up, since it felt awkward, but he was doing his best to change topics.

Sam was going to say something about how Dean was being paranoid, but decided he should let it go. Once he’d come back to the Rebels, he’d figured out pretty fast that they were all paranoid in one way or another--including himself. So he nodded instead, still looking at the TV. He laughed quietly at Dean’s small talk though, looking over at him. “Just a, uh, another day in Paradise,” he said sarcastically, taking a drink of his own beer.

[renascxntia]

jan. 24th | capitol

[renascxntia]

daenwinchestr:

It was days like this where Dean wished he could, even just for a minute, sleep. He worked long shifts at the cells, and yet the break room itself was starting to feel like a prison. It felt too risky to visit the shop now, so outside of taking the polyjuice potion, Dean never went, therefore was left with nothing to do. There’d been no official ‘interrogation’ call from Coin either, so as far as the Rebels were concerned, feeding them and ‘putting them back in their place’ was all they‘d been asked to do.

Staring at the television until he fell into a trance that almost mimicked what sleep once felt like was how Dean spent the early morning of his birthday. Guards he didn’t know very well attempted small talk, but his expression probably told them better. That was until his little brother showed up. Sitting up at his arrival, Dean frowned a little at the comment. His shift didn’t actually start again for a few hours, but that wasn’t what had troubled him. It was the word ‘turn’. As if the pair were only alternating between hurting their friends, and Sam had just had enough for the day. “Pass,” came Dean’s reply, crossing his legs back onto the table. “Besides, it’s the birthday boy’s day off. Or.. morning off.”

Sam thought back to the date, realizing it was in fact Dean’s birthday. His eyebrows raised in astonishment that he’d forgotten his brother’s birthday. He usually didn’t do that.

“Oh wow, uh...happy birthday,” he began flatly before revising the “happy” part. “I guess, considering.” Sam rubbed his hands over his perpetually tired eyes, then decided to stand and cross to the coffee machine and pour himself a cup. He opened his mouth again to say something else about his birthday, but it didn’t seem like the right time or place, so he refrained.

[jaredandjensen]

[renascxntia]

jan. 24th | capitol

Sam came off guard duty in an embittered mood. He wished the prisoners would just stay quiet so they could all avoid the repercussions. He noted how it got easier each time he had to punish one of them, which should’ve scared the holy hell out of him. Yet it didn’t; he told himself he was doing what had to be done in order to keep his cover, as well as everyone else’s. He walked into the break room for the guards and sat down across from Dean.

“Your turn, James.”

[daenwinchestr]

past.

[renascxntia]

deanxwinchestr:

Dean scoffed at that, trying not to let the teasing get to him. Joke or not, their father was still a touchy subject, and Dean was always a little paranoid of how similar they were. Being just like his dad was no longer a goal. “Yeah, well, you were askin’ stupid questions, so.” Deans grin turned into a smirk, his expression clearly displaying his unapologetic pride. “Yes. Yes I would.”

“Weird is right. Nerd,” he added, turning his head. “But I don’t wanna hear the R word as your excuse again. We’re not on the road, meanin’ you can’t possibly have anythin’ better to do.” Dean puffed out his cheeks, exhaling in relief. “Thank god. Thought I might have to hit you over the head with whatever book you picked up.”

Sam just smirked, not letting the jab get to him. “Sure, whatever you say.” He shook his head good-naturedly at Dean’s pride but said nothing, glad there was at least one thing his brother liked about himself. He’d missed these conversations.

“Jock,” Sam replied without missing a beat, though he knew Dean was anything but. It was fun to tease was all. “But Dean, the pursuit of knowledge never ends,” he said sarcastically. He laughed aloud at the thought of being beaned in the head with a book. “What’d you have in mind then?”

[lukearnold]

I’m stronger than that now.

[justasxldier]

dec 26th.

[renascxntia]

justasxldier:

“Thank you,” he said earnestly, pausing a bit before continuing. “I am sorry to bring you into all this, but I needed to make as rational a decision as possible. Not to mention, I figured you’d be more objective to the prospect of me entering into a potentially dangerous situation than any of the others. You know me, but not much.”

“That...actually makes perfect sense. Happy to do it for ya,” Sam said somewhat robotically, giving Cas a seemingly mandatory pat on the shoulder. At least, it was what he’d usually do, so it seemed to fit. “Good luck, man.”

[justasxldier]

dec 26th.

[renascxntia]

justasxldier:

“Actually, no.” Cas took a deep breath before explaining why that wasn’t the case. “There are many in my family who don’t believe I could’ve possibly been captured by the Rebels. According to my sister, they feel I was too well-trained to let that happen, so they doubt my loyalty.”

“That means if the wrong person at home sees me..things could go downhill very fast.”

Now Sam fully understood; he’d told his family the lie that the Rebels had captured and held him prisoner, but many hadn’t bought into it. Cas was trying to subtly say that there was a slight chance he may not make it back. He nodded to show that he was up to speed. “I’ll try to keep suspicions low on this end then. I can always use the ‘family emergency’ card. Since you’re going home, that would make sense.”

[justasxldier]

dec 26th.

[renascxntia]

justasxldier:

“Precisely,” Cas confirmed with a nod, relieved he didn’t have to explain that part again. He was getting more and more paranoid with each passing second, afraid that they were drawing too much attention to themselves.

“So my question is–with all risk taken into account–should I go, or should I postpone and see if I hear word from her? I’d rather not raise suspicion by suddenly leaving here unless I truly need to.”

Sam thought for a moment, trying not to take too much time; he could tell the man was nervous doing this where they could easily be heard if someone walked by. “Honestly, I don’t think it would make people too suspicious, you going home. Everyone th-- knows you’re for the Capitol’s side in this, right? Even the ones at home?”

[justasxldier]

dec 26th.

[renascxntia]

justasxldier:

Cas let out a sigh before beginning. “I have not been home in a very long time. I still keep in touch with as many of my.. sympathizing siblings as I safely can. But-” He leaned in closer to Sam so no person or camera could overhear. It was clear he was too close when Sam leaned away a bit. “I haven’t heard from one of my sisters in almost two weeks. It’s concerning.”

There was a pause after Cas finished, in which Sam tried to comprehend what he was saying--and, most importantly, what the question actually was. “Okay, lemme make sure I’ve got this straight. Most of your family’s still nutso robots of the Capitol, but you’re worried enough about one sibling that you’re thinking about sneaking back in to...to what? See if she’s still alive?”

[renascxntia]

deanxwinchestr:

Dean’s eyebrows pressed together in concern, only needing to turn his head a little to meet his brother’s gaze as they walked. “Great. That’s not alarming at all.” He sighed. Dean wanted desperately to ask for more details and learn why Sam was thinking that at all, especially considering he’d just met the woman, but he knew taking any longer to get down there would only create more suspicion, and with his brother’s warning, Dean was already wary. Giving Sam time seemed like the only option. “Just.. be careful, alright?” He knew next to nothing about Emily, but if Sam was concerned and he was sharing a room with her, then Dean ought to be concerned too.

 “Me? Overshare?” He scoffed, looking a little annoyed. “Says the guy who loves tellin’ everybody about my porn habits.”

He scoffed at Dean’s sarcastic response. He nodded once at his request to be careful. “Obviously,” he said evenly. “You, too.”

“Please, that was one time,” Sam said with a hint of a genuine smile, remembering how he once let slip to some of their hunting pals about Dean’s preferences. “And no way you were actually embarrassed by that.” He shook his head a little, getting himself back on track with the topic at hand. “Just hang in there, I’ll let you know if I get any more info on her.”

[justasxldier]

dec 26th.

[renascxntia]

justasxldier:

“I, um…I am in need of council on what to do,” he answered, adjusting his coat. He still wasn’t sure if he was being paranoid about the situation with the Angels or not. Maybe Anna had just decided it wasn’t safe enough to contact him yet. But he’d already let her down in the past by not supporting her; he didn’t want to take a chance of doing that again.

Sam was still confused. First, he still wasn’t sure what Cas was talking about in the first place. Second, he wasn’t sure why the man would choose to talk to him since they barely knew each other. He finally realized Castiel was waiting for a reply. An encouraging “okay” was all he could think to say.

[justasxldier]

dec 26th.

[renascxntia]

justasxldier:

“I’m afraid there may not be much time for that,” Cas replied, somewhat subtly glancing behind Sam and around. He was nervous, hoping this one corner at least didn’t have a listening device. But he knew better; he’d just have to talk quietly.

From the man’s behavior, the hunter thought it best if he go ahead and ask. “Cas, what’s going on?”