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Hey all! My muse has been pretty high lately, so I'm open to taking a couple requests for imagines/one shots. I'll choose the more interesting ones to write and post them here and on my ao3 account. Give me something to do! -Sammy

[theprophetsofspn]

Temporary Runaway [Dean x Reader]

[[random one shot.]]

The room was beginning to spin and the music was way too loud. I had to find my way outside of the club to do something I really didn’t want to do, but it needed to be done. I held onto the walls as I made my way down the long hallway, praying I wouldn’t fall on my face. A few guys approached in attempt to help me out, but I declined. All I could do was hear that deep, stern voice in my thoughts, scolding me like a child.

‘Ya can’t trust anyone, (y/n). They can use you just to get to me and Sammy.’

Dean was right, and I knew it, but I hated that he always treated me like a damn child.

I finally felt the cold, night air hit my face, which made the slight nausea subside. I sat down on the curb and dug through my crossbody purse to find my cell phone. I knew there was no way I was going to look through my contacts without getting sick, so I tapped on the home button to trigger siri.

“Call. Dean.”

The phone barely rang once before the call was answered, “(y/n)! Where the hell are you?”

“Dean, don’t yell at me.” I slurred my words as I tried to sit up straight.

“Don’t yell at you? Sam and I have been lookin’ all over the place for your ass! Now where the hell are you?”

I was already regretting this call, but I wasn’t sure how much longer I could last without passing out. “At some club. Outside.- Dean, I’m really drunk and I don’t feel good.”

He sighed heavily, “What club? I’ll come get you.”

“It’s the,” I hiccuped, “something door. Green or Blue or something.”

“Sonofa… Don’t move. I’m comin’ to get you.”

I nodded as if he could see me, then rested my hands on the curb to keep myself up for as long as I could. The nausea was beginning to come back, but I tried to think of anything else to take my mind off being sick. It felt like I was waiting forever and I wanted to cry. I was cold and alone, not feeling well, and I knew that Dean was going to be angry. I just hated that it felt like I had personal babysitters. I was an adult, I didn’t need them to keep an eye on me all the time, but after tonight I doubt I’ll ever be able to go off alone again.

“(y/n).” I heard his familiar voice call out to me, then felt strong arms lift me up. “I gotcha. C'mon.”

I looked over at the perfect man that held me in his arms, helping me into his vehicle, “There’s two of you.”

“(y/n), for the love of God, do not puke in Baby. I beg you.”

I swallowed the saliva that was beginning to collect in my mouth, “I’ll try.” I heard the door close beside me, “Can we go home?”

Suddenly everything went black. The next thing I knew I was waking up in a bed and my head was pounding. I hadn’t even opened my eyes and I could feel the room spinning. I felt myself about to be sick, so I sat up fast to look around for something, anything.

“Sammy! Bucket!” I heard Dean shout, but I couldn’t look up. I leaned over to the side of the bed and liquid just came flying out. I noticed that, thankfully, it was in a bucket and could feel someone holding my hair back. “Jesus. Did you not eat anything after you drank?”

Hearing the word 'eat’ only made things worse and I kept hurling up my alcohol. After throwing up a bit more, I finally felt like I was finished and sat up again, covering my mouth to not let anyone smell my horrid breath.

Dean handed me a damp towel to wipe my mouth, then handed me mouth wash. “…Thanks.”

“I’m gonna go buy her some aspirin and something eat when she’s ready.” Sam stated, and Dean nodded.

“I’m gonna get rid of this bucket. Lie down until I get back, ok?”

I watched as Sam left the room and Dean took the bucket into the bathroom. I did as I was told and lied down in the bed, feeling only slightly better. A couple minutes later Dean came back with a clean bucket and set it down beside the bed. He took a seat at the edge of the bed next to me and sighed, “What were you thinkin’, (y/n)? You know you can’t be runnin’ off like that. Somethin’ bad coulda happened to you.”

“Something bad did happen.” I groaned as I turned my back to him.

“That’s not what I mean and you friggin’ know it.” he scolded. “We were worried sick about you… I was worried sick about you… Thinkin’ about what coulda happened I just…” Dean fell silent, then cleared his throat, “Just don’t do that crap again.”

I could feel him get up and I knew exactly what he was about to do next. Go to the other bed and watch TV or clean his guns, but I didn’t want him to do that. I wasn’t feeling well and when I didn’t feel well, I needed to feel comfort. I hated being the needy bitch, but feeling sick changed that. “Can you lay with me and be mad at me later? I don’t feel good.”

I guess he debated on it because it took him a couple minutes before he carefully got into the bed behind me and wrapped an arm around my waist. There were so many times where I thought about this moment, but being hungover and booze practically coming out of my pores wasn’t one of them.

“You smell like you bathed in booze.” Dean joked.

“Shut up.” I tried not to laugh, “Mistakes were made and I’m paying for it.”

“Not yet, you’re not. Me and Sammy got a lot of work for you once you’re upright.”

“Damn it.”

“It’s gonna be Winchester boot camp up in this bitch.”

I groaned in disapproval, but I understood. I deserved to get my ass kicked after what I put them through. They didn’t deserve that. “I understand… and I’m sorry for scaring you guys…I just wanted to have some fun for once.”

“What’re you talkin’ about? We have fun all the time.”

“Hunting and driving from state to state and visiting random bars occasionally isn’t fun all the time, Dean.”

He blew out a breath, “Look, I know, alright? But there’s not a lot we can do considering what we do and this is your life, too, now.”

“I know…” The reality of it all suddenly hit me and the next thing I knew I was hit with a flood of emotions. “I can never have a normal life again.”

“I could lie to you to make you feel better, but I ain’t goin’ to. No, you’re not gonna have a normal life again, and for that, I’m sorry. You don’t deserve this, but it’s your life now.” I tried to control my emotions, but I couldn’t. I missed my friends, my family, my carefree life of fun, but I knew what he was saying. Dean moved closer and I could feel him pulling me closer, it was comforting. “I’m sorry, (y/n).”

[theprophetsofspn]

Roleplay Solo | Dark Thirst | Sam x Ruby

[Mature Themed]

Every time, Sam would tell himself that it would be the last time, yet he managed to always find his way back. In the back of his mind he would tell himself that he had control, but the minute the slender brunette was within reach that alleged control was tossed aside; As he took one look into her dark eyes, the burning need within consumed any rational thought.

Sam tossed her onto the motel room bed and took notice of the recognizable smirk forming at the corner of her mouth. He stood at the foot of the bed watching, impatiently waiting, for her next move.

She took the small blade from the sheath at her ankle and slowly grazed the tip up her thigh, then up over her stomach, stopping at her chest just above her breast. Sam’s eyes closely followed the blades’ movements as he thickly swallowed down his suspense.

“Come here.” She whispered before lightly biting on her bottom lip.

He did as he was told and slowly climbed on top of the bed, hovering his larger frame above hers. Without warning, Ruby gradually sliced into her skin, knowing that was exactly what he was waiting for.

When he saw the blood his heart began to race and all logic ceased to exist. He dropped his head down and his tongue glossed over the incision before his lips made contact with her skin. Her fingers softly combed through his hair as he fed, her smirk never fading.

“That’s it, Sam. Drink.”

He continued to drink, feeling himself growing stronger by the second, until he glanced up at her. Their eyes locked on one another and he could see the desire in her eyes that was most likely mirroring his. It didn’t take long for their clothes to peel off and for Sam to emit a low groan, slowly pushing into her as she perfectly wrapped around his length.

Her nails clawed down his muscular back and her loud moans filled the room at his hard, deep thrusts. Sam found himself biting on her shoulder to muffle his own sounds of pleasure before his lips claimed hers in an impassioned kiss, then increased his pace. She broke the kiss with a gasp and arched her back, making a desperate effort to hold back a scream that he yearned to hear.

“Do it.” He demanded with a grin, then leaned down and groaned in her ear. “Don’t hold back.”

She continued her efforts, but it was evident it was becoming more difficult and Sam knew exactly what to do to change that. With one hard thrust he sank in, further and further until he couldn’t any longer, making her take all of him. She trembled beneath him and screamed out his name as she dug her nails into the muscles of his arm. With her free hand she reached up and tightly grabbed a fist full of his hair, causing him to groan loudly, but he repeated his movements again, and again, until she came undone, then he followed suit.

As they lied in the motel room bed beneath the covers, they were silent. Sam lied on his back looking up at the ceiling as she rested on her side staring at him. It wasn’t exactly intimate afterward, it never really was, not that either of them cared.

“Where do you go for weeks at a time?” He abruptly broke the silence.

“Why? You starting to miss me or something?” She teased, knowing that was not the case at all.

He turned his head to give her a broody look, “I’m not joking around, Ruby.”

“Look, I’m sorry for disappearing, but I /am/ a demon, remember? I need to keep up appearances, making sure no one suspects me of betraying the dark side to help /you./” she stated honestly, “If I think I’m going to be gone for a while I’ll make sure to give you a decent supply to hold you over, okay?”

The sound of it, the reality of it, almost disgusted him, but he couldn’t be without it now. Without that blood, it would literally drive him mad and without it he would be weak. He may not like the idea of doing this and keeping it from Dean, it was just something that needed to be done. For the greater good.

Without response he simply nodded his head, then looked away from her to focus back on the ceiling. With that she knew their time was done and Sam was satisfied for now, but soon enough he would need his next fix for his growing appetite.

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Twitter RP: Starter for Dean

There we so many dark secrets, so many lies that Sam had lost track on how in too deep he really became. It had come down to the point where he was beginning to lie to his older brother regularly. Whether it be regarding his whereabouts or who he was having private conversations with on the phone, he was too invested in what he knew, deep down, was wrong. Sam was well aware that Dean was smart enough to figure things out eventually, but he was also under the impression that he still had some time to continue getting away with his extra circulars after dark.

Late one night, Sam woke up to his phone vibrating against his side table in the motel room. He quickly swiped the screen to prevent it from making anymore noise, silently praying that it hadn't caused Dean and Brooke to wake up. Once he was sure that he was in the clear, the taller Winchester glanced down at the unread text message awaiting him.

'Meet me outside in 10.'

He slipped out of bed without hesitation and quietly grabbed his clothes to change in the bathroom. Yet again Sam was getting ready to sneak out and not inform anyone of he whereabouts. He was well aware of how dangerous that could be, but he had managed to convince himself that what he was doing was for the greater good. The act wasn't something he was proud of, it was the fact he was saving more people lately than he and his brother had in an entire year. That reality really spoke to Sam.

After getting dressed, he carefully grabbed his jacket and quietly made his way out the motel room. A heavy breath of relief was released from him when he made it outside without any issues, then watched as a car pulled up  in the parking lot. The car stopped as soon as Sam approached it and the familiar brunette watched as Sam sat in the passenger seat.

"New group?" he asked as he closed the car door.

"Even better."

Sam glanced at her with an arched brow, "You seriously wanna play this game, Ruby?"

"Trust me," she smirked, then pulled a flask from her inner leather jacket pocket and tossed it onto his lap. "it's a nice surprise. Now, drink up. You'll need it."

Sam huffed a breath of defeat, but did as he was told and began drinking from the flask, already feeling his strength increasing the more he swallowed the...special...delicacy that was inside. He remained silent as she drove off to their next location and noticed she was approaching an abandoned warehouse.

Ruby exited the vehicle without saying a word and Sam followed suit as he slipped the flask into his jacket pocket. Once they entered, there was a red headed woman tied up to a chair looking like she was roughed up a little bit and in the center of a devils trap. Sam glanced over at Ruby with a puzzled look.

"It's the one that got away." she smirked the second she saw Sam's face switch from confused to irate within a split second as his attention shifted from her to Red. "After she escaped, she slaughter a family for kicks. Started with the infant twins and made the others watch, then picked the rest of them off one by one."

Sam felt rage boil up in him the longer her stared at this evil sitting before him. The demon could see the rage in his eyes, but she wasn't about to show him any fear. Not after what happened last time.

"Looks like someone wants to go for round two." Red mocked. "Think you can get it up this time, Little Sammy? Or are you gonna go limp, /dick?"/

Sam chuckled with a deep glare in his eyes, "Why don't you just see for yourself?"

He lifted a hand and inhaled a deep breath, then closed his eyes to concentrate. All the power that was stored inside of him was being released, and it felt so good. Once Sam felt his concentration was strong enough he opened his eyes to see the demon bitch choking on  her own black smoke as it began spilling out from her mouth. After all the smoke had exited from the now unconscious woman, the floor beneath her burned up and the smoke was gone.

Ruby looked up at him and smiled proudly, "You've gotten so much better at this, and stronger. Your nose isn't even bleeding anymore."

He didn't bother to respond to her, his only focus was rushing over to the girl to check for a pulse on her neck. When he couldn't find one, he walked a couple steps away and slammed a hand against the wall, "Damn it!" he roughly combed his fingers through his dark locks and exhaled heavily with frustration.

"It's okay, Sam. You'll save the next one...but you did good."

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Why couldn’t you have left well enough alone? You were happy. 2.20 // What Is and What Should Never Be

[theprophetsofspn]

Twitter RP: Starter for Ruby

The path to redemption was not easy for the hunter, especially when it came to his brother, Dean. After everything with Ruby and the demon blood, his relationship with his brother was strained. It took a lot of time and trust building to get to a good place. There were times when Dean would piss Sam off like never before and make him inch on the border of hating his brother, but in the end they always came through for each other. He was thankful that despite the corrupt path he took, the person who mattered most was by his side again and they were doing what they did best. Hunting.

Dean pulled the impala up to a large mansion in a suburb of Detroit. They caught wind of a case as they were driving through. It seemed like people were being possessed and not remembering the crimes they were committing. Those that were affected reported black smoke, and that being the last thing they recall before 'waking up' to whatever it was they had done. The brothers decided to check out the mansion, which is where the last reported case was. Once they parked and geared up, they entered the house to see if they could find anything that wasn't in the police reports.

"Alright, Sammy, let's split up. We got a lota ground to cover."

Sam nodded before making his way up the half spiral staircase, while Dean headed into the main living room. Things were quiet, almost too quiet, as he walked down the hall and into a massive bedroom. Sam came to a brief pause when we caught a whiff of a scent he knew all too well.

"Sulfer..." Sam muttered quietly to himself.

Suddenly he felt himself being thrown up against the wall, a strong arm pinning against his chest and black eyes staring him down.

"We were wondering when you wonder twins were gonna poke your heads in here." the demon said with a smug grin.

Due to the impact, Sam dropped his gun and was winded for a moment, but he forced a smug grin of his own. "Well, here we are." He suddenly waved his flask of holy water, causing it to sizzle and smoke against the demon's skin.

The small victory didn't last long.

There were three more of them that came from the next room, rushing at Sam. He was able to put the holy water to use and got some good hits in, but they over powered him and Dean was the one with Ruby's knife. Things would have gone in such a different way if Sam still had his abilities like he did when he drank the demon blood.

They beat Sam down to the ground and didn't hold back. This was not the way he wanted things to end for him, but at this point, it was looking like it. In the midst of all this, he was hoping that his brother was okay and wasn't going to experience the same fate.

Suddenly the demons stopped and Sam could hear one shout out, "What the hell are you doing here?!"

He didn't bother to focus on what they were referring to just yet. Sam took the opportunity to scramble over toward his gun on the floor. When the gun was in hand, he was sat down and leaning up against the wall. With his weapon pointed, and his other hand protecting his possibly broken ribs, he felt his heart sink into his gut.

All the demons were down, all except one...

"You." The sudden look of shock was quickly replaced with disgust.

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The look of disappointment on Sam’s face though... LOL

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