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❝ You know, most of my kind would say they are just waiting for their Father to finally come back, and other’s are simply waiting for it all to end. ❞ The Fallen couldn’t help, but simply roll his eyes at their own log, ❝ Me? I’m waiting for a chance to hold them all accountable. Everyone. ❞
Sam players:
Is there any season (aside from season 1 because I will try to do some icons for that soonish) that you wish there were more icons for? Or else that you’d just really like to see? I’ve got quite a bit from season 8 that I will post soon but wanted to get your opinion for future icons! Thank you in advance!
It wasn’t very often that Dean went through the mail, but he happened to do so as he was walking up the driveway, shuffling through it to see if he had anything, though he knew that he wouldn’t. It was usually all for Dad, anyways. Something caught his eyes, though, and it was enough to make him stop walking. There was a letter. Not for Dean. Not for Dad. It was for Sam. Sam. The name was clearly printed as Samuel Winchester. From Stanford. A fucking college? Why the hell was Sam applying for colleges? Oh, Dean was definitely going to have a talk with the kid when he got home so Dad wouldn’t split that kid into two.
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After going through an entire box of tests and an hour of pep talking herself, Jess made her way into the kitchen of her apartment and smiled at her boyfriend studying at the table. Just do it. It’ll be okay.
“Hey hon, um, I have some news...” she began before setting down one of the positive tests she’d taken, “What do you think?”
Roommates - moosewithalaptop
@moosewithalaptop Castiel had gone undercover as a college freshman when Sam Winchester left his family. He was tasked with keeping an eye on all the Winchesters, but with Sam separated, he had to focus most of his time on the youngest of the three men. The other angels in his garrison could cover Dean and John for Castiel while he was away. Unfortunately, this meant that the others in his garrison had to periodically visit and update Castiel on what was going on. The angel thought he had found the perfect solution for this by introducing them all as his brothers and sisters. No one questioned it when a sibling visited. Especially when they mostly kept to themselves. The latest visitor was Balthazar. He was one of Castiel's favorite brothers, but also the most exasperating. Castiel led him out, embracing him warmly, before turning to see Sam watching him from his desk. Castiel tilted his head. "Is something wrong, Sam? I know Balthazar can be...unpleasantly garish, but I hope he didn't offend you." Castiel was used to Balthazar, so his rampant sexuality and iniquity didn't bother him anymore. That was the only explanation for the look on Sam's face, though, at least that Castiel could think of.
@moosewithalaptop knelt before the throne.
"You know, Samantha, partnerships are built on trust--not traps.”
And yet here they are. Again. With Crowley caught in a Devil’s Trap and Sam--well. Being Sam, perhaps, is the only way to put it. Crowley leaves his brows raised and waits for the inevitable yada-yada-yada of a Winchester monologue, all the I don’t like you’s and I don’t trust you’s that come spilling out of the younger brother’s lips every time they end up here. It’s almost routine by now.
Meeting Old Friends | Sam & Jo
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Humming softly with the music filling the bar, Jo moved easily around the bar as she prepped for the evening ahead of them. It was early still, quiet for the moment, and Jo was taking the time between setting up to munch on the fries she’d brought in with her.
Licking salt off her fingers, she turned to watch a familiar face walking towards the bar. She smirked, wondering how long it’d take the man to recognize her. Wearing tall heels, tight black pants and a sheer top over a black bra, Jo barely recognized herself anymore. Her new wardrobe and makeup style were quite a bit different from the country-girl hunter Jo had been just months earlier.
“Hey,” she called out, cocking her head as she looked up at Sam. “What can I get you?” she asked with a smirk.
