Aug 21, 2025
I think Sam's son isn't from his blurred wife, but from the sexy witcher Patrick 🌚
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I think Sam's son isn't from his blurred wife, but from the sexy witcher Patrick 🌚
so,,,, what's our collective take on whether or not Sam's son (the other Dean Winchester) grew up and got into hunting?
Everyone look at this adorable faceclaim pic of Isaac as a toddler
Rusk
Top Photo: Young Rusk
Bottom Photo: Adult Rusk
Full Name: Rusk Gamgee
Nickname(s): Rusky
Age: 5 years old
Pronunciation:
Meaning, if any: Twisted bread
Romantic Status: N/A
Significant Other (SO): N/A
Age of SO: N/A
Hair Length/Colour: Short curly blond hair
SO: N/A
Eye Colour: Blue
SO: N/A
Height: 3′4″
SO: N/A
Race: Hobbit
Job, if any: None
Titles, if any: N/A
Children, if any: N/A
Siblings, if any: Edeline-18. Sadoc-13. Poppy-9.
Parents: Samwise & Braellyra (Tynder) Gamgee
Birthplace: The Shire
Current Residence: The Shire
Growing Up
Summary: a montage of some of Jamie's milestones
Warnings: none
"Come on Jamie, broccoli is good for you." Sam wiped the baby food from his face.
Jamie stuck his tongue out at Sam, blowing raspberries.
"Fine."
He took the child's bib and wiped the mess up from the highchair, taking his son out of it. Holding the boy to his right side, he walked and turned on the TV.
He flipped through the channels.
"Sponge Bob, house, Mickey Mouse, documentary, Looney tunes."
"Domenwy." The child uttered.
Sam raised his eyebrows. His son's first word, his son's first word, and it was documentary.
"That's very good, can you say it again?"
"No." Jamie shook his head.
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"Dean look at this!" Sam called to his older brother.
Dean turned his head to see Jamie standing, turning his head between his uncle and his father. He took a wobbly step toward Sam, paused to stable himself, then took another.
"That's it, keep going bud." Sam coaxed.
Jamie took a couple more steps, falling into Sam's open arms. He picked him up, ruffling his curls.
"That was very good Jamie, Daddy loves you." Sam said, hugging his son to his chest.
Here is episode 5 of Sam’s Son! This episode is my 2nd post for Inktober, or my version of it any way! Hope you enjoy! -Jess Gatsby
Here is the fifth episode of Sam’s Son. I was going to post it here too, but it is a lot of work and I am tired now.
Sorry it has taken so long to post another episode. This is a good one though. The title of this episode will make sense in Episode 6. Ha.
-Jess Gatsby
Episode 4: Violet
“Happy Birthday to you…” They sang around a tiny candle in a tiny cupcake. It was Killian’s third Birthday and they had just finished having a family party for him. Sam looked at his son. He was worried.
“Daddy, where’s moma?” Killian had whispered to him earlier that day.
Did Killian really remember his mother? Was it that woman?
Violet?
She hadn’t come to him in a dream for awhile, and Killian had been sleeping in Sam’s room for the past couple of nights. Were the two things related?
Sam was sleeping better but for some reason he missed her voice.
Violet.
Now her name rang in his mind.
Would he ever get any real rest from all of this?
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They were on the mountain again, but she wasn’t calling to him.
“Violet.” Sam said, walking toward her. She tilted her head when he said her name, and reached out to him with both her arms. The handprint on her left arm looked irritated and red.
With each step toward her the wind on the mountaintop grew angrier and blew harder around the pair. Sam reached her just as she was about to fall from the peak.
Just as he wrapped his arms around her a bright light engulfed them.
“Sam!” They were in the forest now. Not the one from his dreams, but the one where the police had found all those bodies. Violet was running toward him. She was wearing jeans and a ripped shirt and her hair was longer than it had been before. Along her cheeks there were dark purple and red bruises covering the dark of her freckles. Her lip was busted open and when she reached him, Sam saw that the wound was bleeding.
“Sam, finally.” She said wrapping her little arms around him. Sam hugged her back but after a moment he pulled back to look at her.
“What’s happened to you?” He said.
“I need you to come find me Sam, where we met.” She ignored his question. “I don’t have much more time.” She was crying. As Sam looked into her eyes, he felt connected to her. He knew he must still be sleeping, but she felt so real in his arms.
“Where are you?” He asked. She closed her eyes and cried out in pain. Sam felt her whole body tense in his arms as she lurched forward.
“Violet!” He screamed, hugging her to him. She was gasping for breath, and through clenched teeth she said:
“There.”
She was pointing to a stream. It was one he knew well from his many explorations through the forest.
“There,” She said again.
“What am I supposed to do?” Sam said, holding onto her as she cried out in pain again.
Then she was gone. In his arms one second and then gone.
Sam was alone in the forest, looking at the stream. He walked over to it, trying to see if there was something special Violet had been pointing to. The only thing he saw that was out of place was his startled reflection in the water.
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“Holden, do you remember Killian’s mother?” Sam asked. They were sitting at the kitchen table looking over some files. Killian was at his daycare, but his question was still bouncing around in Sam’s mind.
Holden looked up at his brother, brow furrowed.
“His mother?” Holden repeated. “No, I don’t.” He looked at Sam for awhile.
“Why don’t I remember?” Holden asked, standing abruptly. Sam watched his brother go through various stages of thinking without saying a word. He sat again. “Who is his mother?” Holden asked.
“I don’t remember.” Sam said. He had to wanted to know if Holden remembered something, but now… “He asked me where she was.” Sam said.
“And what did you tell him?”
“I said I didn’t know,” Sam confessed, “because I don’t know, but Holden, I have been seeing her I think. In my dreams. I just can’t remember her?”
“What’s happened to us?” Holden asked. Sam had been wondering the same thing.
“I need to find her.” Sam sat forward in his chair and rested his head in his hand. “I think she is telling me how in my dreams, but it doesn’t make sense.”
“Well, they are just dreams.”
“They feel so real though.”
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His coffee was the right temperature this morning. Hotter than the surface of the sun. Perfect. It would need to be, because today he was going to do something he thought was insane.
Sam walked through the forest. He came to the stream. The cold morning air slapped him across the face as he moved purposefully to the spot where Violet had pointed out to him.
“I’m coming.” He said to the air. He set down his cup on a flat rock not to far from the stream. He took off his jacket and scarf, just in case this didn’t work and he ended up just being wet and cold. He set them down next to his coffee hoping they would be there when he got back.
This is what she told him to do, right?
Go to the stream.
He held his breath as he placed one foot into the freezing waters. Nothing happened. He didn’t think it would be that easy. Not after what she had him do in all those dreams. He would have to work to get to her.
Violet.
“Here I come.” Sam whispered. He hoped.
He stepped farther into the stream.
The cold around his body felt like a vice, holding him in place.
Sam sucking in a breath of cold air before fully submerging his head.
Before he could think of how stupid that was, he was pulled down further into the water.
Violet.
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-Jess Gatsby
Episode 3: Fires and seeing Her
“Fires,” Holden slapped a folder down on Sam’s desk, “I hate fires, man.”
Sam took the folder and flipped through the pages inside. There had been three fires. Two in the woods along a hiking trail and one at a common camping ground.
“Do you think it could be a coincidence?” Sam asked, rubbing his temples. He had slept better with Killian in his room, but the voice still haunted him while he was awake.
“Dude, there is no way this is a coincidence. The fires are happening barely ten feet from where we found the first three bodies. The guys have set up watch around where the second two murders happened.”
“Do they need any help?” Sam asked, not really wanting to go, but asking out of habit.
Holden laughed, “They always need help, Sammy.”
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They were in the mountains again.
The woman was climbing high and fast in front of him, telling him to follow.
Sam climbed after her until she reached the top of the mountain. She stood at its peak and turned to face him. Something about her stopped him, he couldn’t keep climbing up to her.
“Sam…” She said. A small breeze picked up behind her as she spoke.
She was so small, Sam thought, really looking at her.
The woman had very pointed features, a tiny nose and a pointed jaw. Even her ears formed tiny points at the top. Her cheeks were covered in dark freckles that circled up her eyes and ran across her nose. Her hair was still short, wavy and brown, falling just past her jaw, but seeing her from the front he saw that she had short bangs that fell right above thick eyebrows. Her eyes weren’t glowing white in this dream, they were light brown but still there seemed to be a light behind them. Her mouth was small, and the corners were turned down. Across her shoulders there were also patterns of dark freckles and Sam noticed she had the shape of a hand imprinted on her left forearm.
“Sam… ” She said again, “Come to me.”
Sam tried to respond to her, but not words left his mouth. He had the urge again to reach her, but every time he attempted to climb toward her, the land under him would move back, widening the space between them.
“Sam!” She cried, the breeze turning into a rough wind the faster Sam climbed toward her. “Help me Sam!”
As she cried her eyes again turned white. She looked like she was in pain, and every time she called for him, Sam’s heart broke. He tried with all of this might to reach her but his arms and legs felt like they were dragging through sand, every motion felt too slow- restrained.
He tried to call to her again, tried to tell her to hold on, but he couldn’t speak in his dream.
The wind around the woman blew her hair furiously around her face and she started screaming. Her shrieks were high and painful to listen to. Finally, when he thought he couldn’t take her suffering anymore, Sam started to move toward her, his body free from the slow trap.
He climbed as fast as he could, but as he was just about to reach her, the woman fell back. Her screaming stopped as Sam watched her move farther and farther away from him.
Sam tried to jump after her, but the moment he did, he woke. He was lying on the floor.
Standing above him was Killian.
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“What happened last night?” Holden asked Sam as they drove into the woods. They were headed to one of the crime scenes to stake out their arsonists, and they had the night shift. “Killian said you fell?”
Sam didn’t answer his brother. Killian had found him on the floor, laid down next to him, and Sam had slept the rest of the night again without a dream.
“Come on man, talk to me. I just want to help you.” Holden hit a bump as they made their way around the dirt path that lead to a hiking trail close to where one of the bodies was found. “I’m your brother, and whatever it is that’s freaking you out, I’ve got your back.”
“It’s nothing, Holden.” Sam ran his hand through his hair. “I can handle it, just some weird dreams.”
“About the case?”
“No, I don’t know what they’re about.” Sam still couldn’t bring himself to talk about her. This woman haunting his dreams. Sam didn’t understand why, but she felt so real to him.
“Okay man, but tonight you need to be on your A-game. The guys think our perp is going to try something tonight or tomorrow night, according to the timeline they have going.”
Sam nodded. It was going to be a long night.
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“Sam…” They were on the mountain again. Sam was looking up to the woman.
“Who are you?” Sam called out, finally finding his voice.
“Come to me Sam, I need your help.” She called out as she fell from the mountain again.
“SAMMY!” Holden called, waking Sam.
Sam woke up from one nightmare to find himself in another.
“Holden!” Sam jumped out of the car to follow his brother farther into the woods.
Holden had been on watch while Sam was sleeping. While he was sleeping, another fire had been set. Sam didn’t know why Holden was running into the flames, but he guessed that he had probably seen their arsonist. This was their chance to catch this crazy guy, and hopefully figure out who was committing all of these terrible crimes. Sam had not time to be groggy from sleep. He had to be alert. The flames had started out small, but were growing by the minute. The light from the fire in the dark night was blinding, but the smoke- the smoke was killer. Sam pulled his shirt over his nose and mouth as he ran after his brother. Branches were falling down around him in the blaze. He couldn’t see Holden any more, and Sam was worried.
“Sam!” He heard Holden to the left of him, but when he turned to look a flaming branch flew towards his face.
Suddenly the fire was all around him and she was there. She was holding on to him, and the fire flew past them like they were immune to the heat and destruction.
“How did you do that?” Sam asked her.
“It’s a long story.” She said. Sam looked around. He wasn’t in the forest anymore. He was in some sort of hallway.
“Violet, how did you do that?” Sam asked, but he wasn’t really asking her. He was remembering him asking her.
Violet.
That was her name.
“Sam!” Holden’s voice was over him now. Sam opened his eyes. He was laying on the forest floor. Blacked trees surrounding him.
“Sam, what happened?” Holden held out his forearm to his brother. Sam took it and looked around. There was fire rescue putting out the remaining flames.
“Did you get him?” Sam asked, standing on weak legs.
“No, Sam, what happened to you?” Holden demanded, still holding onto Sam’s arm.
“I don’t know man, the smoke must have gotten to me.” Sam said.
Violet. That was her name.
That dream.
It felt more like a memory.
Violet.
“Sam….”