#handsoffmysammy

[dontcallmepepper]

"'Tis the season..." *Blasts Christmas music*

“Fuck yeah it is!” *jams out* 

[handsoffmysammy]

I made a discord in case things go to shit, it’s handsoffmysammy#7339 l, pic is not Dean yet...do if you’re confused that's why lol

[dontcallmepepper]

FRECKLED BITCH

LOOK WHO’S CALLIN THE KETTLE BLACK FRECKLE FACE

[badsitcomsetup]

☁ (Can we just...you don't have to answer bc lots of threads but uhg!)

I will definitely make a starter!  Just let me know which muse you want.  I think Michael would be perfect for this one, but I’ll leave it up to you. :D Just let me know.

[thenifeltpowerful-blog]

eyes opening (closed with handsoffmysammy)

Never had Will Graham seen anything like this. Nor had the police investigators calling him in to look at the crime scene. While he didn’t know why they’d had to call him he wasn’t exactly surprised. It had become a habit now. He was apparently every kind of law enforcement’s special tool. The secret weapon in the war against psychopathic murderers. But this... He didn’t get the same feeling as he used to when he looked at the scene of Death. “Clear the room. Please.” It was easier when Jack was there. He knew Will needed the room to be empty. Nothing but him, the scene and the victim. It was a bit harder to convince people he didn’t know but luckily for him the police he had to be working with knew enough about him. Soon he was left alone and he took a deep breath.

It didn’t help. The marks on the body’s neck was confusing him and for some reason it made it impossible for him to form the scenario in his head. He moved a bit backwards, eyes still fixed on the victim. Motive... He couldn’t find the motive. She had to die. He didn’t understand the desperation. It was definitely desperation. The blood around the marks and on her face was a clear sign. At least for Will it was. It wasn’t just brutal. Maybe it wasn’t brutal at all. It was cold and predatory.. but it didn’t feel aggressive. Finally he closed his eyes in a last attempt of imagining what had happened. He stepped back, finally able to feel the room. How it must have felt. Instantly he felt cold as he opened his eyes again, imagining the woman standing just in front of him in the room. She knows what’s coming at her, he thought before being caught of a confusing stream of thoughts. They didn’t make sense. The room around him didn’t make sense. He was blinded. Unaware that the light he saw was just inside his head.

[softfeathersandangelicgrace-blog]

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Hello:3 thanks for the follow backs! If you want a starter, like this post, or just message me if you'd like to plot or chat :p don't be afraid to tag me in anything! <3

[roughlikewhiskeysmoothlikesmoke]

"Oh, Jesus, sorry!" Terre exclaimed, bending to pick up the book she'd dropped. "I didn't... See you there. Hello." She smiled at the handsome stranger. "Can I help you find something?"

[archive-captainangelofthelord]

"Do we kiss now?"

Castiel stared up at Dean through the darkness surrounding them. His breathing quiet and wishing he could see the green eyes and freckles that were painted to his face. "Please?" He asked quietly, though just loud enough for Dean to hear. His hand resting on Dean's shoulder.