#samwinchesterrp

[ahellofateam]

Another day, another hunt, another town. There were times when Dean honestly thought that maybe there could be more to life than just this. Yet no, there wasn't. He was a hunter. Saving people, hunting things, the family business. That was all he was good for, he knew that.

Yet he wanted more, not for himself, but for Sammy. There were times when he wished he hadn't gone to get him. When he wished he'd just left his brother alone so he could continue on with the life he'd been living. Yet he knew he would've been miserable, he remembered how long he'd waited outside his door, hours on end, wondering if he should knock, only getting the courage when the night time had come.

Anyway, he knew he shouldn't worry about that right now. Focus on the case at hand. As Dean drove his baby through the town they were going to be working at his eyes went to the younger of the two, just as they always did, just making sure the longer haired man was alright.

''You doing good Sammy?''

@poughkeep-sam

[heyitsdeanwinchesterx]

(Whammied Love Spell Dean x Sam )

He’d only gone out to get some things for them to eat and he’d run into the love of his life. Dean couldn’t get her out of his mind. Her gorgeous blonde hair, her sparkling eyes. She’d been a literal freaking princess and he was head over heels. 

Definitely a love at first sight thing. 

He headed back to the bunker, softly humming the old Elvis Presley classic. ‘Can’t help falling in love with you.’ Maybe he was a fool but his mind was too enveloped with thoughts of her to really think about anything else. He parked baby outside before heading in, a soft laugh leaving his lips as he put the takeout on the table, continuing to hum to himself.

‘‘SAMMY, Where are you? I got brilliant news!.’‘

He called through the bunker. 

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Closed// Dead to the World

A deeply chilled breeze drifted through the dark woods. The trickling sound of a nearby stream could heard over the sound of nocturnal animals wandering about. Frost threatened to bite at the leaves of the trees and underbrush. 

Bright starts glittered in the sky, seen easily through the patches in the tree canopy. Sam smiled tiredly as he watched them as he slumped back against the broad redwood tree behind him. He hated to admit it but he loved being in the woods, the stars were always so beautiful this far from the city’s light pollution.

Sam grimaced and looked down at where he was holding his side. He frowned as he watched the blood well up around his fingers. The wound was bad enough that he had no hope of fixing it on his own. He always knew he’d die at least once in the woods.

He shook his head and rested it back against the tree trunk. He looked back up at the stars, thinking about what an idiot he was. He should never have come on this hunt alone. But how was he supposed to know it was a dulahan killing all the campers. Hunters hadn’t even heard rumors of one in almost a hundred years!

“Oh well, no use thinking about it now.” Sam commented softly to himself, ignoring the rustling sound nearby. It’s not like anything worse could happen to him right now,  “I should probably call Dean....”

[zairas-realm-gateway]

MY RP Characters

Fandom: Supernatural

Name: Sam Winchester

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Fandom: NCIS: New Orleans

Name: Dwayne “King” Pride

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Open Starter//Ghost River

Type: Starter for any Winchester (Canon or OC) or Cas muse

Sam gasped desperately for breath, blood dripping heavily from his hands and mouth. It wasn’t his blood, but oh how he wished that it was.

Oh god, what had he done? He hadn’t meant for it to happen, it just did. It had been an accident of physics in the midst of battle. And now this had happened.

Sam looked about the grass on the river bank. Bodies lay all about, all previously demonic vessels. He was in a bad position as he felt the familiar haze of thirst fog over his mind.

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open starter//crescent call

Type: Open to any canon, crossover, or OC muse

The dais stood in the midst of the cemetery. It was a bit of a strange place for a large stone platform, truth be told. Still, it was a cause for concern based on what lay in the middle: a smear of blood and feathers in the shape of a crescent.

Sam leaned his hip against one of the nearest tombstones, simply looking at the stain as the moonlight saturated it. It was unsettling to look at but even more so because he had no clue as to what it was there for. It didn’t match any specific ritual he had ever heard of.

He frowned and looked up as a drop of water hit his face. He sighed in frustration and pulled out his phone, taking a picture of the stain. The rain would wash it away by morning, he needed evidence of it just so he could research it.

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Open Starter//For Your Amusement

When Sam was little, he had heard the other children always say their parents told them they’d grow out of their fears. Sam had thought that was moronic back then. His view had only been proven true now that he was older. Because he was still freaking terrified of clowns.

He had thought it had been getting better but that was a lie. The trauma was still very much there. Because he found that facing your fears really did not help much. 

He groaned as he slumped back against a mirror and collapsed to the ground. He shut his eyes and gasped for breath. God, he hated “fun houses”. They were nothing but pure evil. Even when they weren’t haunted like this one!

[sam-winchester-hunting-log]

Closed//Shallowbrim Park

Sam groaned and rubbed a hand over his face as he leaned on a picnic table in the park. He was so tired, he hated children-related hunts. It made it so hard to do much of anything when children were involved, there was so many terrible possibilities.

He gritted his teeth as he glared at the trickling fountain in the middle of the playground. He was so sick of the sound of running water. He swore that was the fifth fancy fountain in this disturbing place. 

“What kind of park needs this many fountains?” He grumbled softly as he dragged a hand through his hair.