#wetsammywinchester

[thesupernaturallibrary]

Signs of Life by WetSammyWinchester

Summary: Dean can’t leave, he can’t sleep, because Sam could just slip away. Again.

In honor of @wetsammywinchester. Rest in peace. 💔

[stanfordsweater]

what happened to p??

you can see the beautiful eulogy that nige wrote for her here and remember what a lovely soul she was. she celebrated her 12th year anniversary in spn fandom with us in january 2024 and left a legacy of compassionate and thoughtful and hilarious posts at @wetsammywinchester and really beautiful, thoughtful works on her AO3 here. p was awesome and was very welcoming to me when i was dipping my toes into interacting in a fandom for the first time and i deeply regret not being around more often during her last few months here.

[quickreaver]

oooh artist asks #11 and #14

Hey, bb! <3 #11. warm or cool colors?   BOTH. I love them both in equal measure, because it takes cool to appreciate warm and vice versa. I could never choose! #14. what was something that you used to draw a lot that you don’t draw as much anymore?  Horses. I was That Kid. I don’t think I’ve drawn a horse in ten years...

[zmediaoutlet]

Yay, asks!! Hmm, what hasn’t been asked? How about 1 and 14?

aw p, on your happy day <3  --

1. Favorite female character?

Mmm. This one is tough. I might go with... mid-period Rowena. Not the Rowena of s10 where she was mostly annoying and dumbed down Crowley, nor the Rowena of s15 where--god, let’s not even talk about it. But s11-14 she was an interesting lady. Power-hungry and obvious about it. Her interactions with the boys were really interesting and I did end up actually liking how she and Crowley’s interactions worked out (after the initial embarrassment). Dumb swooshy purple magic aside, she brought something new to the table, and that’s usually interesting. Plus Ruth is fun as hell to have on screen.

14. Would you ever sell your soul for something/someone? If so, what/who?

And the list gets abruptly heavy, haha. Let’s go with a fun answer instead: at the moment I’d sell my soul for a moderately progressive agenda to completely take over world politics and for every trace of Donald Trump to be wiped clean from the earth. And considering how lame Hell is now, I guess after ten years in a sweet new America where climate change was getting reversed and healthcare was a right, I’d go down to vaguely red-lit concrete box hell where the main torture seems to be looking at the Queen in that godawful pantsuit. I mean, it could be a lot worse.

Maybe I could become a demon of tempting people to write skanky fic. That’d be a good way to spend eternity, I guess.

[sweet-sammy-kisses]

My Tumblr Crushes:

would-i-kill-for-baby-yoda-today

iphoenixrising

cortesepadalecki

nisaki-chan

hellorafaelaamanda

hippychick006

nancylou444

wetsammywinchester

random-fireworks

[gencestbang]

The Rest Is Confetti

Title: The Rest Is Confetti Author: wetsammywinchester Artist: aggiedoll Word Count: 3850 Rating: T Warnings/tags: Hurt/comfort, hurt!dean, hurt!sam, hypothermia Summary: There was no need for them to be out in this snowstorm. They could have waited until the next morning to head to Tahoe. But with Dean’s deal hanging over his head, he doesn’t wait around for anything and Sam can’t say no. Link to Fic on AO3 Link to Art on AO3 

[themegalosaurus]

Soooooo I hate to be that person but now I wonder whether TED talk Sam has any particular thoughts about zucchini as well.

It’s always a gamble when you get booked to one of the really fancy apartments uptown. These rich guys are into all kinds of fucked-up shit. After seven years in the business, she’s seen most of it. But this? This is a new one on her.

She recognises this particular client as soon as she walks in the door. Ryan, her ex, was obsessed with him. He used to play the guy’s “inspirational” talks on repeat through his headphones while he worked out. That and all the affirmations he used to post-it to the mirror were a big part of why she broke up with him. All this ‘you can dream it, you can do it’ crap gets kind of try-hard and exhausting after a while.

Anyway, no slight on this dude, who’s certainly done well for himself; better than Ryan ever did. (As far as she knows, Ryan’s still working in the shoe store downtown, spending all his money on Nikes and talking big shit about the start-up he’s never going to get off the ground.) This guy - “call me Sam” - seems like a nice person, as well, polite and softly spoken and not as pompous as he comes over on camera. Probably hard to be pompous when you’re paying for this kind of service. Everybody’s vulnerable when they’re naked.

Unsurprisingly, when he strips off he’s ripped to fuck, hard-edged and lean. She can’t help her appreciative eyebrow raise. She doesn’t offer that to everyone.

He wants to be tied up; that’s not surprising. Lots of these big power executive types like the chance to have someone else take charge. The rest of it… yeah, the next bit she might not have predicted. (She should have predicted it. Ryan and his fucking smoothies. What would he think of his hero now?)

She’s got him bound to the bed by his wrists and ankles, spreadeagled, when he gives his instructions in a voice that’s tense with expectation. Well. She’s paid not to judge.

The kale’s in the salad drawer in the enormous chrome-and-white kitchen, crisping nicely alongside a head of lettuce and a couple zucchini. She brings the whole bag. “It’s best when it’s cold,” he says.

As soon as she brushes it against him, dark green curly fronds across the tan flesh of his chest, he gasps. His body bows upwards towards her touch; his skin prickles goosebumps; his nipples pebble tight. Those muscles stand out stark as an anatomy diagram. “Yes,” he says, breathless; “yes, perfect, just like that.”

(on AO3)

(i don’t know who you are, anon, but i do know that @denugis made a similar enquiry ahahaha) (the zucchini fic is here, for those who haven’t yet been subjected to it)

[wincestbigbang]

Title: Old Wounds Author: WetSammyWinchester Arist: Millygal Rating: Mature Warning: Hurt/Comfort; Hurt Sam Winchester; Protective Dean Winchester Summary:  “In a sense, there is no such thing as healing. From paper cuts to surgical scars, our bodies are catalogues of wounds; imperfectly locked doors quietly waiting, sooner or later, to spring back open.” ~ Infinite Exchange by Geoff Manaugh.Sam didn’t expect to face his past this way—one old scar surfacing after the other across his body—and the one person who might be able to break the curse is the one person who should want Sam dead.

Art: Live Journal Story: A03