youngest winchester

dependent sam winchester for gemini town rp. 23 - stuck in the family business and in a library

[steadyfiire]

cksana‌:

it had been quiet all day. meaning she hadn’t had any of 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 come to mind, so while she had the chance she wanted to find something; anything that would comfort her about it all. she headed to the library even though she didn’t know what exactly she was looking for. before she could speak the young man surrounded by loose books seemed to know what it was.          ❛     oh. guess it’s a popular topic, huh?      ❜         she stopped in her tracks, a defeated sigh escaping her lips. the look on the other’s face suggested he knew what he was talking about. these things were bad and scary.          ❛     yeah… you too.    ❜         standing there awkwardly, she wasn’t sure what to do next.

         ❛     are yours scary?    ❜         she peeped, it was a spoken thought; one she quickly wanted to retract.          ❛     …sorry, you don’t have to talk about it.    ❜         she appologized frantically. she usually wanted to avoid the subject, but she had seen the guy’s facial expression ғᴀʀ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴏғᴛᴇɴ recently.           it was relatable and she was curious.

kneeling down, sam makes sure that all of the books on the lower shelf of the cart are alphabetized correctly and in the proper section they need to be in before he has to wheel them over to their shelves. as the young woman starts talking about them being a popular topic and whatnot, sam stands and nods.  ❝ yeah, people come in here twice a day looking for answers. ❞ the college student shrugs.

but when she asks if his are scary because he was the one to bring it up, he kinda looks away from her for a moment, his light eyes drifting down toward his hands. ❝ sometimes. ❞ sam admits to her before lifting his head to watch her own eyes.

❝ i feel like i don’t know what’s real. ❞ and then he clears his throat and raises a brow in her direction.  ❝ sorry, things are awkward, usually i end up making them more awkward. ❞ reaching over, he grabbed a stack of books in his arms, not so many as he had earlier though.

[steadyfiire]

whenlivescollide‌:

ᓚᘏᗢ TONY STARK

“hey, need a hand there?” 

tony hadn’t been to the library in what felt like forever. mostly, if he wanted a book, he downloaded an e-version of it. the library never had anything up to date either, or if there was something, it felt like it was invariably checked out, or lost.

it seemed like the guy had the books under control, so tony turned his attention to the library catalogue, running very quickly through it. “naw, i wasn’t here for one of those - don’t think we’d find any answers to that in a book.” he shook his head. “judging from your expression, though - you had something. what’s your memory?”

brushing his hands off, he watches the older man as he glances through the catalog. usually, people who came to the library were looking for something specific, it wasn’t like mr. reid’s bookshop that kept getting new versions of books altogether where you could just buy it and the next minute there’d be another one in the same spot. the library didn’t work that way. ❝ oh, uh, ❞ sam shrugs. he doesn’t know what to say or where to begin.

most of sam’s memories weren’t happy little unicorns running around. they were dark, filled with death mostly. hell, and even ghosts, and vampires, werewolves, all that. no one would believe him. but, this place, it was starting to become part of the impossible, wasn’t it? ❝ memories. ❞ he corrects, before he looks down and shakes his head, embarrassed. 

❝ blood. ❞ sam swallows, catching a glimpse of his hands as if they were stained right now with blood before he lifts his head to look at the stranger.  he takes in a breath, knowing he needs to be honest with someone. ❝ there’s so much of it and it’s on m-my...hands. ❞

[steadyfiire]

theseunfinishedlives‌:

| steadyfiire‌ |

“I am not looking for articles on recent events. Do you know if there are any books on the history of France? Sometime between 1800 and 1850.” Enjolras hoped he was doing the right thing by trying to sort it all out. There wasn’t much to the images that had been popping into his head. Most of them were too chaotic to make sense, but one of the few things he could recognize was the Arc de Triomphe which he remembered from school had started and finished its construction within that time frame. In fact, in the image he had of it, it was not complete so that would narrow down his search even more. He dared not mention that to anyone, however. Not until he figured out what exactly he was remembering. He had a terrible feeling if he found out, it wouldn’t be anything he’d care to know, let alone anyone else.

❝ uh, yeah. follow me. ❞ 1800′s france. sam knows exactly where that is. he knew a lot of things about useless information. information that some people would look at him and think he’d have three heads if he started talking about it. information that others would deem boring and not important. but not sam. he loved history and doing research on things that others found quite boring.

walking towards the back end of the library into the history section, he gazes for the sub-section labeled history of Europe.  sliding to the side, he motions to the proper section. ❝ it’s sectioned by years first, then labeled alphabetically. ❞

he points then to the section of the 1800′s france for the guy.  ❝ lemme know if you need anything else. i’ll be in the front. ❞ before he turns and heads back to the books in the front where he was just moments ago restacking.

[steadyfiire]

any of the books that he was interested in reading he didn’t want to check out at the library because he knew his boss would look at him in such a weird judgy way. you think he’d be used to it by now, everyone always looked at him like the biggest nerd or weirdo -- like he was the only one walking the planet.  

sam sighed and reached for his bangs, pushing them out of his face.

he must’ve searched the store twice by the time he came back around to the mythology and lore section. he’d originally come into the bookstore for a certain required reading he needed for one of his classes. that book was now tucked under his arm as he fished around a section that fell more under a hobby than anything required law classroom reading.

||closed starter for @clvmsyhearts​ ( spencer reid )

[steadyfiire]

starltwake‌:

|| closed starter for @starltwake· ( merlin )

𝐇𝐄  𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃  𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐎𝐅𝐅  𝐎𝐅  𝐇𝐈𝐌 .   make  it  simply  roll  off  in  beads  leaving  him  dry  despite  the  approaching  rain .    there’s  a  spell  for  it .    he  could  do  that  now ,  if  he  wanted  to .    it’s  a  thought  that  nags  in  his  mind  in  the  moments  before  the  sprinkle  inevitably  turns  into  a  downpour .     in  camelot  he  would  never  for  more  obvious  reasons .    but  this  wasn’t  camelot    &    it’d  been  years  since  he  worried  about  his  magic  like  that .     though  he  wasn’t  one  to  use  it  without  purpose ,  what  purpose  did  knowing  this  spell  have  if  not  keep  him  dry .

by  the  time  the  downpour  comes  he’s  passing  by  the  quiet  college  campus .     he’s  aware  of  company  nearby .    the  boy  on  a  rock    —    but  merlin  has  casted  worse  spells  in  more  crowded  places .    the  knowledge   &   worry  of  possibly  being  seen  is  lost  on  him .     if  he  sees ,  what  is  the  worst  he  could  do ?      use  the  knife ?            ❛    wiþdrífe  ēa .   ❜          the  spell  is  still  murmured  under  his  breath  like  a  secret .     his  eyes  flash  gold  for  a  moment   &   after  he  feels  any  uncomfortable  dampness  roll  away .     much  more  effective  than  an  umbrella .

the blade is cold against his fingers, his eyes feel glued to the weapon of hell, even when the rain started to fall, sam couldn’t be phased by it. yes, it bothered him. yes, he’d end up catching a cold if he stayed out much longer, he just needed his mind to quiet down. or maybe it wasn’t just the blade he was thinking about, but the one who it used to belong to. his mind flashes with images, though brief he still sees her, if only for a second.

-- that’s when he feels..it.

or rather, feels that something shifts around him. something he can’t put his finger on. 

perhaps that’s the hunter in him, knowing when the unnatural happens. his head snaps up just in time to see a darker haired man on the path not too far from where he’s been hiding away. sam’s brows knit together, and now he knows he’s staring at the man. what is it about the stranger that has him so intrigued? he’s dry!

sam snatches up his drenched backpack and slings it over one shoulder as he moves toward the other, carefully. ❝ hey! ❞ he calls out, his voice a little hushed. sam’s heart is racing. he stops just a few feet in the other’s line of sight and grips the handle of ruby’s blade even tighter, though it’s pointing downward. his head turns up towards the sky, the rain pelting him in the face before he blinks the droplets from his lashes and looks to the other again.  ❝ you’re dry. ❞ his eyes look over the man’s clothes, his shoes, even his hair.  and then he swallows. magic. 

[steadyfiire]

❝ anything i can help you with? ❞ he asks the person that just walked into the library.  he tries to peek over the stack of books in his arms, but if he moves too much, he’ll drop them, they were already heavy as is.  carrying the abundance of books over to the restocking pile, sam sighs now that they’re out of his arms before he can turn to look at the person.   ❝ if you’re here about the articles on the memories that everyone is talking about, most of those newer ones are checked out already. ❞ and then he shrugs. ❝ sorry if yours are bad, or scary. ❞

[steadyfiire]

dusk seemed to come a little faster today than most days. but for sam, it all started to feel the same.  was that normal? was it supposed to feel that way? hunting gave sam a rush of adrenaline that he hadn’t experienced with anything else. and maybe his dad didn’t want a normal life for him because that normal life had been ripped away when old yellow eyes killed their mom. helluva a revenge to get that bastard back.  or at least, that’s what he remembered.

truth was, sam missed them. sam missed all of them, and he didn’t even know them. or did he?

sighing to himself, he stopped and took a seat on a nearby rock. this place held him captive without his family and it was starting to get to him. pulling out ruby’s knife, sam ran his finger across the inscription. he even missed her.

what the hell was going on with him?

and just like that, it started to rain.

|| closed starter for @starltwake​ ( merlin )

[samwinchesterappreciation]

[colinfordcentral]

Amy: “Don’t touch me!”

[steadyfiire]

since these newfound memories started coming to him, he’s been working overtime in the library to see if he could figure things out. he always loved a good mystery or doing research of any kind. he’d spend days trying to piece together how to kill a ghost, however, that was.

while sam never left his college apartment with ruby’s demon knife (she was hot though), destroying a vengeful ghost and the remains did not require such a weapon.  salt and iron are what he needs to handle this hunt.  and then he’d have to head to the cemetery to salt and burn the body — that was if there even was a body.  sometimes there weren’t any remains like that. sam understood that people grieved differently and did strange things when it came to the death of a loved one.  ❝ I swear if I get caught... ❞

since the victim of these hauntings went to sleep three hours ago, sam decided to make his way to the cemetery first to see what he can deal with there. this whole investigation without dean was weird.

❝ trust me, you gotta move on from this place. ❞ the young hunter whispers as he stands over the person’s grave, shovel in hand.

first, he drops the shovel from his hand, then he starts shimmying off his backpack, letting it drop to the foot of the headstone before he kneels down and unzips the main compartment to search inside.  sure, this was kind of like grave robbing, but he was protecting the community by trying to stop a harmful ghost.

|| closed starter for  @dcvildeal​

[astrcncmical]

PAST LIVES SEEM TO BE AFFECTING EVERYONE DIFFERENTLY.  some appear to recall only bits and pieces at a time,  others remember nothing at all,  and morgana ?  it feels as though every single memory of her old life has plagued her all at once.  despite being from centuries ago,  the high priestess feels as if they’ve just happened  -  all that pain and loss,  the abuse she suffered from uther’s guardianship and the resulting abuse she inflicted upon others,  slamming into her like a freight train.  there’s more grief than there is rage this time,  something she’s sure gemini will be thankful for,  but it still weighs the same.  she wants robb,  or perhaps dany,  someone who will let her feel all of this freely and without judgement.  morgana hadn’t even realized her brooding had carried her into the woods.  HOW FITTING,  she thinks bitterly,  before realizing she isn’t alone.  “  whoever’s there,  come out.  ”

[steadyfiire]

it’d be a huge lie if sam said he didn’t miss it.  of course, he missed it.  hunting was in his blood, it was a part of who he was, of who his brother was. which was another thing that he missed. not that he’d ever tell dean he missed him -- sam would never hear the end of that one.

there’d been rumors going around campus about some kind of brutal attack in the woods, so he did some research and knew where he needed to look.  once his classes where finished, that’s where he went.  it was really hard without a car, luckily enough, things weren’t too hard to get around to in his current predicament.  though, these days, he was really missing dean and him driving everywhere.

ruby’s knife in his hand, sam stops when he hears someone call out. it’s a woman’s voice.  for a moment, he peeks from around a tree, watching her, waiting to see if this is his monster he’d have to take down.  swallowing, sam steps out from behind the tree and hides the blade behind his back, under his backpack.  ❝ hi? i was just looking around.  didn’t mean to scare you. ❞ 

[amortalcoil]

luke had been under the hood of several cars all day, keeping himself occupied as he tried to steer images of space, of being a pilot, his sister, a guy named han solo… and more, so much more, away from his mind. 

when he heard the shop bell chime signifying someone had entered, luke scrambled to get out from under a truck - only to slam his head and let out a groan as he laid back down. “i’m fine? i think, anyway, what can i do for you while i lay here and wait for this massive headache to happen?”

[steadyfiire]

just as he entered the shop, he hadn’t noticed there was a guy under a truck, obviously he was fixing something on it.  but it wasn’t the truck he was here for, he was here for his girlfriend’s ride.  ❝ uh, hello? anyone here? ❞  sam called out, not seeing anyone standing.  that was until he heard the collision. sam’s nose scrunches up when he sees the guy slam his head against the pick-up.

❝ ouch, ❞ he winces, hands stuffed in the pockets of his jean jacket as he walks a little further into the repair shop. ❝ hang on, man. ❞ tossing his backpack over his shoulders, sam rests it against a nearby table and unzips the front pocket.  for a moment, he shuffles inside, before he pulls out a mini first aid kit.  he was always this prepared.  unhitching the latches, he pulls out bottle of pain relievers and a on-the-go ice pack.  bending the ice pack, he activates everything inside before he walks over to the guy and hands it to him along with the bottle of pain killers.

[steadyfiire]

---- good morning, SAM WINCHESTER ! things have been a little off since you’ve woken up, and you’ve now realized you used to be from SUPERNATURAL and all of your memories have come back to you. it’ll be hard, but that’s okay because being a LAW STUDENT AT UNI will always be there for you. so take a nice deep breath, relax, and enjoy your new life. after all, you’ve only got forever to go.

what has your characters life been like prior to the awoken memories?

Sam’s studying law at University of Gemini with a part time job in the library because yes, he is still an encyclopedia of weirdness.

at what point of canon is your character’s memories coming from?

He remembers Dean yanking him away from Stanford to go hunting for the Woman in White.  He remembers dying.  He remembers meeting Ruby and getting his hands on her knife.  Hell, he even remembers that angels are real.  Being a monster hunter practically all his life, all his 23 years doesn’t surprise him.  ( I’m having Sam come in from the end of season 4. )

how does your character feel about their new memories?

Well, even though he misses his brother like crazy, and the way his life used to be, this world is a little more unpredictable for him. He has a girlfriend who he’s scared of getting close to because of what happened with Jess.  But he also has one more year of college left, and deep down, he doesn’t really want to finish.  Truthfully, he misses his brother and he wants to be able to so badly put Ruby’s demon knife to the test.

any further details?

random headcanons and facts can be found here both from his life in gemini town and from his life in his known world ( supernatural );

facts and headcanons

[colinford]

[blamrps]

I think something followed us back. 

[steadyfiire]

buymeawine‌:

Thank you!