Not the son he wanted

protector prəˈtɛktə noun a person or thing that protects someone or something [ independent young Sam Winchester crossover blog with teen wolf ] [ mun is over 18 so nsfw is possible and will be tagged as such ] #theirprotector

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Like, I can understand French, but not speak it and not when I'm this drunk.

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everyone's talking french. Like....I can't french.

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"Whose birthday? Mine? No way."

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me and my cousin were p much yelling do you want to build a snowman by the end of our shopping trip, ngl.

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justmccallmeangel replied to your post “ngl though, I did get my draft count from 78 to 61. high five anyone?”

Holy shit, are those all para?

yeah, most of them are multi paras tbh.

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ngl though, I did get my draft count from 78 to 61. high five anyone?

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i thought it would be a good idea to reply to the threads without icons and stuff because my computer is slower than dead molasses right now, but it turns out that those threads are not only the multi-paras, but are also the most painful things I've ever written, like, I forgot all about them and they're literally so painful that I'm going to bed an emotional wreck.

[blindhim-a-blog]

     Cos had only felt this helpless once before in his life, and the only way he had known how to cope with it had been to shut everything off. To distance himself as far away from the problem as possible until he simply hadn’t been able to feel anything. As if he had dehumanized himself to the point where he no longer knew what being human had meant. But he couldn’t do that now, it was different when it was someone else breaking, Sam needed more than just a hollow shell and Cos wasn’t entirely sure if he could be the one to do it.

     But he didn’t move, his grip on him tightened, and he leaned his forehead against Sam’s shoulder as he held him, rocking back and forth ever so slightly and massaging his fingers against the back of his neck, trying to assure him that he was there.

         ”I’ve got you, Sam.” Cos managed softly, mumbled words against his jacket. “It’s okay.” And he wasn’t talking about Dean, because that would never be okay. It was okay for Sam to lean on him. “I’m not going anywhere.”

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          Sam kept his eyes closed, all that was spinning through his mind was how empty he felt knowing he'd never see his brother again, never have stupid arguments, never repeat random words just to annoy their dad on long trips, he'd never be able to climb into Dean's bed whenever he had a night terror. He'd never see Dean making out with a random girl on the hood of the Impala, meaning he had to walk home from school because it was that or interrupt them.

                    Dean was gone.                                           Never coming back.                                                                       Ever.

          And all Sam could think to do was go tell Dean about it. Go and tell Dean that he was feeling really, really shitty about something, because that's what he always did when he was sad, and then he remembered that Dean wasn't there anymore, and everything hurt all that much more. It physically hurt him. It was like the emptiness Sam felt, the utter dispair in his heart was manifesting itself into something physical that had already begun eating him from the inside out.

          "I miss him, Cos, and there's nothing I can do about it." The teen said finally, his voice muffled by Cosmo's shirt. "I just wish he was here, so I could punch him for scaring the shit out of me and then hug him and never let go, but this is real, and he's never coming back and...fuck."

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[text; sam] Are you sure? [text; sam] Would hate to inconvenience you. [text; sam] There’s also this one too, not as sexy but still cute.  [text; sam] Download File

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[ text:Lyds ] as I said, I'll be over in a few.

                             [ pause ]

[ text:Lyds ] I'm outside.

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Angel stared at him wondering what was going on. “What do you mean, what’s coming?”

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                   "Where have you been the past                     three fucking months? Walkers,                     zombies, the living dead. Now                     instead of chit chatting, how                     about we get the fuck out of here?"

[blindhim-a-blog]

   Cos jumped at the panic in his voice, at the paranoia laced into his features and he held a easing hand out to his friend as his brows furrowed and reached to grasp his shoulder in as much a comforting grasp as he could. “I’m the only one who knows about this place, remember? You only told me, and I didn’t tell anyone.”

        Jesus, what the fuck had happened?

  “Sam, what happened?”

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              [ sam's eyes searched in cos', looking for something,                 anything that would make him certain of whether the                 other was lying or not, but with the words that came                 from his mouth, sam just nodded, a motion that lasted                 longer than necessary as the teen became lost in his                 thoughts.

                he was scared, so scared, but of what? he couldn't                 answer that. any onlooker would guess that he'd                 seen one too many things that go bump in the night,                 which was probably accurate. he was just a kid, and                 it was clear he wasn't cut out for hunting, not that                 he ever wanted to do it anyway. ]

                                    "N-nothing, don't worry, it's nothing."

               [ whatever you do, don't put civillians in danger, sammy,                  it'll get them killed. his dad's voice echoed through his                  head. that was the last thing he wanted to happen. if                  cosmo died, sam would have lost his best friend.  and                   telling cos about the monster's john hunts would most                  definitely put him in danger. ]

[youngalphakate]

                “Are pack hugs going to be a thing?                  I mean, if it’s for the pack.”

[ she’s a touch/pack starved werewolf, pack hugs will always be accepted.]

                “I tend to try and forget that you know more                  about how to kill us than I do. — But it’s not                  exactly useless. Know your weakness,                  know how to survive.”

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               "Pack hugs can definitely be a thing,                 but you know, it's up to the pack to                 decide on that one."                              [ he definitely could go for pack hugs,                                 it's not like he's ever really had a                                 proper hug, so this could do him                                 some good. ]                      "It's not something I really want to know,                       though. I'd rather learn it as I went along.                       But y'know, I guess if any other packs                       cause us trouble, we'll have an advantage,                       even with two. ]

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[ text: Sam(my Davis Jr) ] You know just the magic words to use. [ text: Sam(my Davis Jr) ] Pulse. Got it. Any particular card you want?

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[ text:Kate ] I mean, I'm getting myself more booze anyway.

[ text:Kate ] You can have some?

[ text:Kate ] Sit outside the camper and drink eating chips and cookies or something.

[ text:Kate ] Not the green one, that's my emergency one since it's only got $400 on it.

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             “Just trust you? Yeah right. I have no reason               to trust you and you —- you certainly have no               reason to trust me. People don’t become Alphas               by accident, no matter what they say.”

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             "I know they don't."                             [ sam could think of nothing more                               to do than show her. so he did, his                               eyes glowed red. only for a second,                               only long enough that he was certain                               she saw. ]               "I definitely didn't get these by fluke,                and I'm guessing you didn't either."

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                 ”Only if we can spend an                   obscene amount of time                   looking at the otters. And                   maned wolves. And hedgehogs.”

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                  "I love otters."                              [ sam wasn't so sure about wolves,                                though, although he'd made friends                                with a few actual wolves kinda made                                him uncomfortable, but honestly?                                anything for kate. ]

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                “Okay. So we won’t be bffs then. I mean hair                  braiding and sleepovers aren’t really my style                  anyway. There. Solution. It’ll be like a summer                  romance but friendship based.”

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                  [ sam wasn't entirely sure what to say                     to that, but his shoulders dropped, he                     calmed, a stupid little smile slapped                     on his face and he just hugged her.                                        honestly? he'd never had someone                                        actually want to be his friend before,                                        and it meant more than the world                                        to him that she was trying. ]

[youngalphakate]

"—- You’re always welcome here, Sam. I don’t love it when you show up injured or afraid, but the door’s always open. Anything particular on the menu?”

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             "Yeah, I'm working on that.               Trying to bust the habit, I               guess. Uh, just some toast               or something, if that's okay?"