Sam... just Sam

But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood......

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When I catch up with supernatural maybe I will come back.. guys, it’s been a really long NAP... like... are you guys even remember me ?

[musesgonnamuse]

just because i HOLD BACK

            doesn’t mean i’ve gone SOFT

                             i have RESTRAINT

                                   but i could still CRUSH YOU where you stand

[rainbowbabyangel]

She will forever be remembered

[leomoon2001]

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/ @classicrockcassettes /

No.. he didn't, did he ?.. Because if Dean did that.. - he's DEAD.

Samuel inhaled through his nose, letting the odd smell nest in the hunter's lungs again. As the younger Winchester remembered well - before he left the bunker, he closed those damn doors, so he was completely sure that NOTHING and certainly NO ONE would be able to sneak in.

" DEAN !? "

In the accompaniment of heavy, nervous steps and a solid grip around the toothbrush, Sam made his way toward the kitchen. He's gonna beat his ass, or-or kill him or he will do BOTH. Just for fun.

" What did I tell you about    touching MY STUFF ?!"

Gritting his teeth, his gaze found the source of the irritation in the form of his big brother's silhouette.

" Have you been in my room yesterday ?    And better start talking the TRUTH, man.. -"

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“How did you end up like this?”

My muse is injured and @waitingforthefinishline​ decides to help them.Send “How did you end up like this?” for your muse to question my muse on their injury.

It was a stupid move, okay ? And Samuel was aware of this fact, but he just couldn’t stand there and do nothing. After all it was just a dog. A wounded, wild - probably - animal, that needed someone’s help.

And in the moment when the younger Winchester decided to get out of the car and direct his steps toward the roadside, his hunter’s instinct mechanically shut down, leaving in the male’s mind an empty space.

It was just an innocent being - what could possibly go wrong, right ?With his fingers wrapped around the forearm, Samuel lowered his gaze, ashamed of his carelessness nature, giving the woman a languid shrug.

“ It’s nothing..

  I was working on the case and   you know how it is when you’re too thoughtless -”

Cut it off Sammy and admit your mistakes.

After a few seconds of heavy silence, the Winchester rolled his eyes, holding back a sudden hiss caused by the Whiskey.

Son of a b-

“ It was a dog…                  He bit me... -" 

And now she can start to laugh.. go ahead…

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“How did you end up like this?”

My muse is injured and @lucifcro decides to help them. Send “How did you end up like this?” for your muse to question my muse on their injury.

“ R e a l l y ?! ”

A ghost of smile full of uncertainty appeared on the hunter’s facial features as Samuel, with a low, gruff grunt, decided to rest for a bit on the edge of the hotel bed.

He moved his head a bit, nodding at the archangel’s hands.A bottle of a cheap spirit - okay … he could understand that. In the past, Samuel and Dean were using more abominable liquids to disinfect the wound, but dental floss and gauze? Wasn’t it too…unnecessary?It was only a scratch after all. Nothing more.

“ I’m fine…   Gimme just a few mintues.   I need to rest for a bit, that’s all… -”

He should call Dean.. something was off in this town and it wasn’t the Devil himself or some stupid ghost hunting the nearest abandoned house. It was something MUCH MORE dark.God knows what it was…but Sam was sure of one thing - he wasn’t going to ululate in the front of Lucifer… Oh hell no.

“ -   But, hey, hey.

        you can leave the bottle here…          A nice knock out sounds good to me          tonight… -”

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Don’t you think that edward and alphonse elric are the anime version of sam and dean ? I love this anime !

[jensennackels-deactivated201707]

Endless Supernatural Screencaps

↳ Sammy + Dark Side of the moon

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                                  The Winchesters

[heytheredeann]

[Poem]

[restricted]

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/ @virtusferocia /

           { ♫ };; ——                   Pale lips twitched into a soft smile, looking                  up at Sam as he hovered over the smaller figure.                 Maka giggled and ran her fingers against his lips.                 She sighed shakily, and watched him from above.                God, he’s so beautiful… Above her.              Pale hands reached up to touch him on the shoulders,             and slowly move down his back.                                     ❝Perfect view of me, huh?❞           The reaper teased, emerald orbs looking up at him. They          gleamed with mischief.                                 ❝Short, huh? Well, I guess I can’t deny it.                                 Short people are good at many things.❞            She winked and giggled. A small moan escaped pale lips as his           lips moved against her neck, but giggled as well. Her free hand moved           to gently stroke his hair.                                   ❝Why, of course I did! Did you enjoy some                                  sleep until I got in bed?❞           She teased, nestling against him and wrapping her arms back around           his frame.

" Uh huh -"

Savoring every millimeter of her body and letting the smell of the woman's perfume crawl under his skin, touch the man's bones and make him do more movements, Samuel agreed with a low murmur. The hunter wanted MORE, wanted EVERYTHING but - they had the whole time to study each other's spaces, to keep dreaming.

Taking the straps of nightgown off of her to place a few kisses on Maka's slight shoulders, Samuel continued his peculiar discourse about her.

" - you don't even realize how HOT you      look with the book in your hands... -"

Another kiss left the burning mark on it.

" - the way your eyes follow every word, every      page... how you - stealthily - smell the cover.. -"

A shadow of smirk danced on the male's lips as he started to explore the Reaper's collarbones.

" - and how hard for me is to keep myself      in check while you are around..  -"

A low huff of laughter escaped the younger Winchester's mouth in the accompaniment of her voice.

" Yeah..          - which things ? 

     Nah.. I was waiting for you..."

[girlwithapomegranate-deactivate]

healthy relationships with fathers? sounds fake

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/ @gwenmatory /

Gwen closed her eyes and held on to him like he was life itself.  Her heart still pounded in her chest and her breathing was beyond calm but she knew now that she was okay, she was with Sam and he wouldn’t let anything or anyone hurt her.

“I know,” she whispered after he spoke and she did.  She knew especially now that Sam was beyond concerned for her but there was nothing he could do..but maybe it would be better if she told him the truth.  “Sam,” she called out when he stood up and began walking to the door.  “I’ve never told you why I began hunting in the first place..”

“When I was 9 years old my dad had to work over time so he had my aunt bring me home after my guitar lesson.  We were only eight miles from my house before a drunk driver hit us, causing my aunt to swerve and roll the truck down this hill.  I remember this horrible crashing sound and then I heard my aunt scream…but then I hit my head on the window and I-I guess I blacked out.  Apparently some of glass from the driver’s window broke and a large chunk came down and…sliced my head and neck.  They air lifted me to Denver….and they put me on life support.  I was dying…and I was dying fast.”

Gwen took a deep breath then continued, tears beginning to sting her eyes.

“My father…he heard a story about a man named John Winchester who helped a cop kill a werewolf a few years back and apparently he looked into a bunch of supernatural shit..even crossroad deals.  We didn’t believe in that stuff but for some reason my father summoned one….he didn’t even know it would work-”  She stopped feeling the lump in her throat grow, and tears starting to rise.  But she choked it all back and whispered.  “He got ten years…ten years, my life for his soul-” She couldn’t help it anymore as tears began to fall and her voice shook.  

“I-I never had lessons on Thursdays but I wanted to get a second one in-” Gwen closed her eyes her memory so clear, like it had happened only minutes ago.  “God…why did I have to ask for two?  W-why couldn’t I have just waited until the next week?  If I would’ve just-just waited my father wouldn’t be in Hell right now!”

Tears streamed down her face, her sobs shook her frame as she gripped his her blankets.  Everything inside her felt empty and hollow, yet full of this excruciating pain of sorrow and anger.  But she had to continue the rest of the story.  She had to.  

“The ten years past and they were good years, amazing years.  But a month before my dad died h-he began acting different.  The night before my nineteenth birthday…he slapped one of my little brothers.  He ran out of the house so I-I followed him.  He ran into this barn and before I could even get in there…there was this scream…..it was my dad’s.”  Gwen stopped, letting herself regain her strength to speak again.  “I f-found my dad ripped into pieces…I barely even recognized him, Sam.  The next day after the police left our house my mom began screaming at me, saying that I killed him….that it was my fault- I didn’t even know what was going on.  That night she packed up my brothers and their things and left- I haven’t seen them since…..Ashton was twelve and Zack was only four.   God it’s all my fault.  Sam….”  

As the sound of his name hung over his head, Samuel turned away his head to fix the concern gaze on the woman's silhouette, which still was hidden in a darkness of the room.

If the the younger Winchester didn't know that the woman was REAL, was a real person, he would have thought that Gwen was one of the statue - stone, cold statue representing God knows what ..

" Yeah - ?"

And he has never asked for the answers. Sometimes, only when they had some free time, Samuel let the curious take control over his mind and action and sitting in his own room, he would do some research about the girl's past... about her story but as soon as ' the finish line' was visible on the desktop - the only thing he could do was withdrawing himself. Just for Gwen's sake.

Slowly taking the seat on the edge of her bed, Sam faced the woman with a deep frown, listening her voice, listening about her past, about her nightmares, her fears. It was like a personal confession and for the Winchester ? It was a big step, it was something more than just having each other's back. In this monologue - there was more purity, more trust.

10 years... this sounded so familiar and not so distant. Ain't it the same story but the different actors ?

" Gwen... -"

As the silence filled the room - making it bigger, darker, more daunting - and Sam's gaze started to brush the floor, the hunter let the words flew out in the accompaniment of an inaudible sigh full of care.

" It wasn't your fault.

   You were just a kid, okay ?    You couldn't have known about that..."

                                                                   And it was true. There was NO REASON to blame herself for what had happened that unlucky night. It was just an accident... and that part with the helhounds ? With making the deal ? - no, it wasn't on her either.

" Listen.. the death of your father,    you cannot blame yourself for that.    Your father wanted to save you and I - I understand him.       - I would do the same for Dean... for any of you.         If you don't stop it -                                        it will KILL you, Gwen.         Believe me... and - hell - I know it's hard to         move on.. forget... but you have to... at least TRY to..."

[gorskiwll]

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/ @waitingforthefinishline /

A small smile developed upon her expression as she slowly leaned into his touch and left her hands to where they remained previously. She tilted her head slightly before she let out a soft, amused chuckle.

“–Newsflash, Sam, I’m not a virgin anymore, okay? I haven’t been one for a while now.”

Emma told him with a raise of her eyebrows and it was quite clear that that was the only thing she was ever going to tell him about that. She wasn’t stupid enough to go into specifics with him, for all she knew, he would pulverize the guy.

Emma blinked when she listened to his compliment about her appearance, something she didn’t hear often and have someone mean it when they said it. She didn’t think that she appealed to others, just the fact that she knew how to manipulate them. She wouldn’t admit it out loud, but it was nice to hear it every once in a while, especially when it came from Sam.

“I kinda gathered that when you said they don’t teach us this in school.”

Emma told him in a playful tone before she ran her fingers through his hair while a smirk formed.

“And it’s fine that you are, I’m not gonna judge you on that.”

Emma added in truth that reached her voice as she spoke to him. It wasn’t too long ago when she lost hers, she wasn’t surprised that he was still one. It seemed that she was the only girl he brought himself to ever talk to.

“First of all, they left a few minutes ago, you know they don’t come back until late, we have plenty of time.”

It was always just the two of them, while she did enjoy every minute of their conversations and random moments when one would end up asleep upon the other, she did have certain needs that she wanted to be met by him tonight.

“And if you do want this, just do it. You’re not gonna loose me over this, Sam. It’s not gonna make me think any less of you, okay? It’ll be fine, I promise.”

        “I’ll guide you through it.”

" You're not helping here, Em.    And - and I guess, I need that right now.    Just to - you know - at least build my ego,    because trust me -                  being the younger one, without any                 experiences with girls -                 it's like a birthday cake for Dean..                 or -"

Pressing his lips together, Samuel shifted his ashamed gaze away, not wanting to admit that those jokes about him (?), from his older brother or her weren't his favourite ones. Even if that was just filling up the boredom.

" - you.. -"

The youngen finished the thought, gathering up the whole courage that was running through his veins only to fix his tired eyes on the girl's features.

Yeah.. okay... he said that.. so, everyone is happy now to make some stupid talks about it ? About the fact that.. he really wanted to be SOMEONE in Emma's eyes ? Wanted to be that joker-type to spend more of his free time with her ? Oh God.. he sounded like a naive, jealous, needy brat. Oh hell no.. he wasn't that type either.

With the other's statement, Samuel lowered his gaze and let out a huff of laughter, recalling that ill-conceived move.

" shut up... -"

And then - there it was... She won't judge... just like BEFORE. And maybe THIS ONE.. especially this one comment made Sam look up and ( with no more amusement, with no more silliness ) take a better view of her statue. Oh how much he wanted just to lift his palm and leave the burning marks on her skin. Feel the softness of her body, but..                                                     there was still 'BUT'.

" I know... I know you won't    I know you . - kind of - and I know    you won't but you have to understand me    in this one...         maybe that'll change but for now ?-"

The teenager gave a languid, weak shrug before sliding his gaze down her neck, her breast, her legs.. Just do it.. yeah.. simply as that, huh ?

" So please.. do it...         guide me through it -"

And with this last rejoin, Samuel leaned forward to explore her neck with his own lips and the tip of his tongue.