#sosamiam

[familyofhunters]

+ so-sam-i-am

Alice walked slow, just a lazy stroll to anyone who spared a glance. Following a rather tall man out of the corner store. She was normally could at sizing out a mark, her father taught her which had the most cash on them by their walk alone. Though there wasn't nearly as much on him as she would normally pick, beggars couldn't be choosers at this point.

The 12 year started to run, like a kid would. Then brushed past the man, her hand quickly slipping into his pocket to pull out the wallet she had seen him tuck into his pants in the store.

“Sorry!” She called out and kept running.

[generalspnrp-blog]

I'm not bananas//closed//so-sam-i-am

Cas sat in the sun room, resting his chin on his arm which was laid out on the table as he tapped a pen on the surface of the desk impatiently. For the first time since he woke up he was on his own. Meg was out pursuing a couple demons who she said got too close for comfort and Dean wasn't here either. Cas had a feeling that the way he "came back" wasn't agreeing with Dean. As for Sam, Cas thought he would come to visit today but so far he didn't hear anything from him. Maybe he wasn't coming after all. Part of him wanted to use this opportunity to get away, get out of this boring old building with it's cold concrete walls and white linoleum floors but the other part of him told him that if he did that they would find a way to find him again and get him back which he didn't want to risk. "Bees aren't ever late for anything." He mumbled to himself with a sigh. "If they were all the flowers would die away."

[ninety-percent-crap]

So-Sam-I-Am has a mun. And that mun has a birthday.

TODAY. GO SHARE SO MUCH LOVE THAT IT SUMMONS A KISS MONSTER WHO RUINS MUN'S LIFE WITH OVERWHELMING AFFECTION.

[soullessbobbysinger]

Back in black. (Closed)

Bobby wasn't quite sure where he had landed, secluded, at least, was good, but he knelt in the muck, it looked like it had been raining all night, and tried to catch his breath.  He'd smoked out and landed--he wasn't sure.  His hand went to his side, not a bad enough injury for his healing to kick it, it was painful, and in the long term, fatal, but that was only eventually.  It took three tries for him to get to his feet, bloody and covered in muck, he slipped and slid to the closest building leaning heavily against the rough wall. 

He was still coughing, bent almost double, now under the tiny overhang.  But he forced his feet to move it was far too cold to stay in one place.  A familiar figure came into view and he squinted even as the ground underneath him came very suddenly up to meet him. 

If he didn't know any better, he would swear that was Sam, but whether sam knew he was topside or not was the question.  He just prayed when he woke up he wouldn't be back where he had come from. 

The cuts were deep and bleeding, and one of them bore the distinct diamond shape of an angel blade.  The others were all places that would hurt and bleed, places that made it hard to move.  Marks of torture. 

And, somewhere in all of this he had lost the copper band that kept the bounty hunter away.  For right now, it was just that the near brush with death kept him too weak to do anything. 

Bobby spoke to the figure that moved.  "Sam?"

[graphua]

A Hunter, A Halfling and his Pet

"Illumion, dinner!" he yelled, pointing a finger at the nearest demon. With a ear piercing growl the creature launched itself across the dark barn at the demon, knocking it down before digging in. The beast was a freakish thing, the legs of a horse, back of an eagle and head of an angler fish, whose large teeth were making quick work of the screaming demon.

Graphua, clothes a little torn and a streak of blood in his white hair, smirked, floating up and facing the rest of the horde, "So," he asked them merrily, "Who wants to go next?"

A brave one surged forward, Graphua  blew him a kiss, the air turning frosty and eventually to ice, quickly wrapping around the demon to hold him in place, "Chill out." he winked and icy spikes exploded form the ice which held him, stabbing him dozens of times before dissipating, the dead demon fell to the floor and the others turned and ran.

"Aww, c'mon we were just getting started!" he yelled, making to float after them when a silhouette in the other doorway caught his attention. "Illumion," he called and the beats looked up, gaping maw bloody from its kill. "Dessert." he said. It launched itself at the silhouette, Graphua floated in the air and crossed his legs, waiting for his beast to finish whoever hadn't been smart enough to run while they could.

[soullessbobbysinger]

Cold draft

The lights in the motel room flickered, the air becoming cold as the door, open for ventilation suddenly snapped shut, as did the bathroom door.  Bobby hoped that was enough to get Sam's attention. 

He waited, hoping the Younger Winchester, always the better at lore checked the place out.  The cold air localized in one spot, just inside the salt circle protecting the beds.

"Balls! C'mon idjit, see me."

[braeden-winchester]

Something Wicked This Way Comes || Closed

Liz had been alone a long time. Clean, for a long time now. She'd been hunting, through the worst of it, sticking within the bottom of the south, texas to florida. but today she was in Kansas, which was very odd, but she'd been called on by someone to do a psychic consult on a case. 

She sat at the bar, minding her own business, until she saw someone familiar. She smiles, downing her drink, following him over to the pool table. "Long time no see winchester... did you miss me?"