#samdie

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Donnie y dante Wells son los hijos de Hazel y dev Wells,de la nueva serie de los padrinos mágicos "padrinos mágicos un nuevo deseo"

Dante es el hijo mayor del matrimonio teniendo 12 (casi 13 ) años y donnie la menor con 11 (casi 12) años,ambos van al mismo curso,una nueva historia está por iniciar.

Todo el lore disponible en mi cuenta de Wattpad "miles_pan" en la historia xd "días del futuro pasado" se subiera esta nueva historia con muchos otros shipps!

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SAMDIE MIS PAPIS,ME HUNDIRÉ CON ESTE BARCO

Ojalá fueran canon en la segunda temporada

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Mi familia favorita

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It is a frightening thought, that in one fraction of a moment you can fall in the kind of love that takes a lifetime to get over.

--Anonymous

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Alcohol tasted better than the thought of you and her.

Unknown

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Hallucination || Self Para

Sadie thought a lot about the brief affair between her and the younger Winchester, and sometimes it even made it into her dreams. So, it wasn’t a huge surprise when she found herself back in the living room, her arms around Sam’s neck. As they stepped lightly, but with an awkward undertone, she couldn’t help but smile into his chest. She’d tried hard to push away her feelings for Sam, to obliterate them the way he’d seemed to… but it only took one little look from him, a facial expression or tone in his voice- all from memory, of course- and she was right back where she’d tried to push herself away from. She wasn’t sure if it could even be called love, because she felt that love really needed to be reciprocated, but she knew that she deeply cared for him, despite everything that had happened. It was here, in her dreams, that she could forget everything that had happened after this night- all the bad things, all the tears- and simply hold on to what was good. Or, at least, she thought that was what she was doing. But when she felt his strong arms shove her away from him, she lost her grip on the good and all the hurt flowed back as she crashed to the floor.

“God, you’re such an idiot.” Sam said, laughing coldly as he looked down at her. As he circled, he kept speaking, each of his words breaking her heart over and over again. “You’re an idiot to think you were strong. To think that I cared, that I could possibly have feelings for a girl like you.” There were tears glistening on her cheeks as she looked up at him, suddenly too weak to try and move or fight back. “Sam, don’t. Please.” She whimpered weakly, knowing what was coming. “Please don’t do this.”

“Why not?” He asked, shrugging his shoulders in mock confusion. “I’m doing it, and you can’t stop me. You’re too weak for that. You’re a stupid, weak, little girl who fell too hard. I’m leaving, and I’m not looking back. You’re not worth it.” He spat, and she flinched away. Unable to do anything else, she just shook her head. “Sam… you promised. You promised you wouldn’t leave me. You kept saying it, too. I- I need you, okay? …I need you. You promised.” He listened to her words, and laughed again. “Well, I guess that sucks for you, doesn’t it?” It destroyed Sadie to hear those words come out of his mouth. He had been the one she thought would be there for her. After the torture, Caroline had Stefan to help her get over it. She thought she had Sam, and maybe if she had she wouldn’t be like this- or, at least, she’d be able to hold on a little bit better. But he left her, just like everyone else had.

As she came to this realization, he flickered and disappeared. She blinked hard, staring at the spot he’d just been standing in, before realizing that it had only been a hallucination. “It wasn’t real.” She whispered to herself, trying not to cry again, but she knew that in reality, it was real. It hadn’t ever been spoken out loud, but it was real.

He had left her, like everyone else.

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I didn't want to fall in love, no not at all. but at some point; you smiled and holy shit I blew it

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Quiet Me

Quiet Me:

“Sam? Sam, open the goddamn door, now.” Sadie yelled, pounding on the door of the Winchester motel room. “Caroline and I have been calling you for days, where have you been?” She was in the middle of another round of banging her fist on the door when it opened, and she almost punched Sam in the chest. She started to apologize, but his facial expression stopped her. “Sam?” She whispered, stepping inside. “What is it?”

“It’s Dean,” He whimpered, “He just called me, but it wasn’t him. It was some demon, they’ve got him and they’re gonna kill him, Sade. Wha’do I do? What if they kill him?” He panicked. “I’ve been locked up in here trying to figure out where they could be and I can’t find them, I can’t-” He was shaking, his eyes had dark circles under them and his entire stature was a mess.

“Sam, calm down.” Sadie said, but he shook his head, backing up and tripping over something and falling over onto his back. He barely phased, sitting back up and rocking back and forth. Sadie, now truly worried, kneeled down in front of him and grabbed his face. “Sammy, it’s okay, you’re having a panic attack, you’re-” She saw the glazed look in his eyes and stopped cold. “Sam, you’re compelled.” She whispered. “Dean’s fine. You’re compelled, it’s not real, he’s ok.”

“They’re gonna kill him, Sade!” He yelled, crying. He was oblivious to her attempts to revive him. “Sam!” She screamed, trying a more violent tactic. “Sam, snap out of it!” Yelling didn’t appear to work either. Running her hands through her hair, she looked at the grieving and panic-stricken man, trying to figure out something, anything to snap him out of his compulsion. “Sammy…” She whimpered, “What can I do?”

“He’s gonna die. They’re gonna kill him. They’re gonna-” Sadie cut him off by slamming her lips onto his. He immediately reciprocated, lacing a hand through the hair on the back of her head. It went on for several moments, until Sadie pushed him away. He gasped for air, the look gone from his eyes. “Sadie… what happened?” She wouldn’t look at him, simply mumbling. “You were compelled, by something pretty damn powerful. I had to distract you to make it go away.” Standing up, she continued not to make eye contact. “I should go, I just wanted to make sure you were ok.” Sam stared wordlessly after her as she turned and walked out the door. She blinked harshly, fighting off the tears, as she started to shut the door. It was stopped by a hand. Turning slowly, she found Sam’s face to be nearly touching hers. “Thank you for doing that.” He whispered, grabbing her face and bringing it back to his.

“Anytime.” She whispered, slipping her hand behind her and shutting the door.