#withthedevilonhisback

[thecajunthirst]

I could always steal your hat and hold it over your head.

Listen, land-Kraken. Take your tentacle-like legs elsewhere.

[notthexpiteoustype-blog]

+ withthedevilonhisback

               'But if you leave - don't come back.'

               There was a reason for that statement and truth behind every single word. It was the end-of-the-line, take it or leave it choice that Sam had to make. Amelia wasn't some head-over-heels, sappy girl who would fall at the feet of any man who'd shown her any sort of affection in her lifetime. Girls like that made her want to pull her hair out and scream. 

               He made his choice. She made hers. And yet       there he stood, hands in his pockets, as though nothing had ever happened between them. 

               The door was opened, only slightly       and a hand rested on its worn verge, five seconds away from slamming it in his goddamned face. Amelia meant what she said       she wouldn't be waiting for him. She wouldn't be welcoming him with open arms. 

               "Sam?       What the hell are you doing here? Weren't you listening to me? You left. What part of 'don't come back' don't you understand?"

[thecajunthirst]

-Different anon here- what about Sam blogs, also?

outtosea. … if one of you sends me an anon asking about Castiels next. |: There are not quite as many Sams. I’ve only interacted with a very small amount. But I have stalked a few too.In no particular order:

youhaveyourjobihavemine

justaburger

visionsofthemoose

withthedevilonhisback

thedevilstuxedo

saidsamwinchester

darlingboyking

apparentlyimstubborn

thefallenboyking

agorivasilas

… that might be all that I know of. But like with Deans, if I forgot you please don’t be offended. |: Also, a lot of these are actually on hiatus, semi-hiatus, or something of the sort. Just a note.

[thecajunthirst]

♣ -- I want to write something for you so this is a placeholder. remind me to do this, secretary Lafitte.

outtosea. LMFAO. DEEN IN YO BROTHAH’S BODY. WHAT ARE YOU DOING. /sits up on secretary desk with legs folded daintily, pencil skirt riding up to show them strong muscular thighs. Yes, Mistah Winchester~ Your appointment has been booked.

[stanfordxsweetie-blog]

sweet dreams are made of these // withthedevilonhisback

+withthedevilonhisback

Saturdays were a relief     a day when Jess could sleep through her six AM alarm (seriously, why did she think scheduling a class that early would be a good idea?) and spend it with Sam without the two of them doing their usual dance around each other in a rush to get out of the door. Despite being the early bird that she was, it was rare to see her wake up before seven on a weekend. 

Hours ticked by, and with each one the veil of sleep lightened with the morning sky. By ten o'clock she was rolling over with a resigned sigh and stretched, only to find her boyfriend still passed out with his right arm draped over his stomach, lips parted just slightly. 

"Sammy," she crooned, voice a morning whisper as slightly-chapped lips peppered playful kisses across his cheeks, his forehead, and all the way to the tip of his nose. "Sam, wake up."