Sam Winchester

The name's Sam Winchester. I've been to hell and back to save the world - literally. My brother and I have spent our lives hunting the big bads around the world. At first, I wanted out of the life. And maybe I still do. But for the moment, I'm gonna keep doing my job. Multiverse // Multifandom // Possibly NSFW {independent Sam Winchester RP Blog. I own nothing more than the writing.}

[wouldbeboyking-blog]

Hi new followers. I'll do more greetings and replies in a while. <3

[wouldbeboyking-blog]

+findacauseandserveit

"Meg? But..." Okay, he didn't trust the demon. And this wouldn't be the first time she showed up when he thought she was dead. But he'd watched Crowley kill her... One of the few allies that he and his brother had left.

[wouldbeboyking-blog]

+fractisxmilitus

[wouldbeboyking-blog]

“You think I’m stupid enough to believe that?” Oh, but he wanted to. It was one step closer to having his family back. But he’d been through too much and too many things to believe it now. His hand didn’t falter, finger hovering over the trigger. “Prove it.”

[fractisxmilitus-blog]

His expression was unreadable - he didn’t want what he really felt to be seen. That wasn’t his way. With no ceremony he pulled a silver blade from the top of his boot and held it out - “Check it. Pure silver.” Once the knife was back in his hand he rolled the sleeve up on his jacket exposing his forearm as he ran it down the skin the dark red blood pooling.

“Holy water? ‘m guessing you have some on you?” The question was clipped - yet the demeanor wasn’t angry or cruel.

[wouldbeboyking-blog]

Sam kept his hand steady, reaching out with his free hand to check and inspect the knife. He handed it back, keeping his expression blank. It was harder, though, when there was no reaction to the silver. His hand shook just a little bit, and he took a breath to steady himself.

He reached into his back pocket with his free hand again, pulling out a flask of holy water and holding it out to the other man. He flexed his jaw slightly, clenching his teeth and letting out a slow breath. How could this really be real? It had been so long… 

[hatsumi-lindocruz]

What would your muse do if they found mine locked in a cell and chained to a wall? Put it in my ask.

[warofwales-deactivated20130521]

Send my muse a difficult choice to make.

[wouldbeboyking-blog]

+fractisxmilitus

[fractisxmilitus-blog]

His expression was quiet - the pain visible as he saw his younger son. Oh how he had failed him - so many times, so many ways.. He’d failed him. Discouraged his dreams - and in the name of… What? “It’s me boy.” was the simple and curt phrase - yet he didn’t expect him to believe him. But oh how he wanted it - to wrap his son in his arms and redeem himself.

[wouldbeboyking-blog]

"You think I'm stupid enough to believe that?" Oh, but he wanted to. It was one step closer to having his family back. But he'd been through too much and too many things to believe it now. His hand didn't falter, finger hovering over the trigger. "Prove it."

[wouldbeboyking-blog]

+fractisxmilitus

"Dad...?" His voice caught in his throat, but quickly he collected himself and raised his pistol, hand steady. "You've got some nerve, using that face." 

[justawhiskeylullabyx-blog]

+

[justawhiskeylullabyx-blog]

“You love me.” The blonde commented with a grin as she went through the channels on the TV. Deanna nodded, glancing over at him and noting the look in his eyes but figured he was just thinking of something before shrugging a bit. “I dunno. Looks to either be siren or vengeful ghost. Maybe a god?”

[wouldbeboyking-blog]

"You're my sister. 'Course I do." He muttered, keeping his eyes on his laptop now - though he didn't miss her look either. He hummed a little bit and pursed his lips. "I dunno about a siren. I don't know if it seems like that kind of...thing." He muttered, brow furrowing slightly. Trying to keep focus.

[justawhiskeylullabyx-blog]

+

[justawhiskeylullabyx-blog]

Deanna stuck her tongue out at him and moved to lay out on her bed and stretch  “Good then I’m just gonna lay here while you do whatever you were doing.” She commented with a small grin as she grabbed the remote and flicked on the TV.

[wouldbeboyking-blog]

"Mature, Dee." He rolled his eyes slightly and pulled his laptop towards him. "And I'm trying to figure out what we're doing here." He sighed, glancing up at her - pretending he wasn't staring - before back to his laptop. "What are we thinking we're after, anyway?"

[justawhiskeylullabyx-blog]

+

“It’s damn hot in this motel room…”

[wouldbeboyking-blog]

“You know you could open a window.”

[justawhiskeylullabyx-blog]

“It’s easier taking my shirt off.” Deanna smirked a bit. “Am I making you uncomfortable, Sammy?”

[wouldbeboyking-blog]

"Of course it is." He resisted the urge to roll his eyes a little bit. "Not at all, Dee."

[little-blonde-fox-deactivated20]

Let talk about Sex! Drop one in my ask box to tell me what you would do to/with/for my character!

★I’d Dominate you

☆I’d Submitt for you

♣  3-Some

♤ 4-Some 

∞ More-some

▲ Handjob

▼ Blowjob

♒ Swallow

ψ Bukkake

 ☼ In public

 ✪ Put on a Show  (exhibitionism)

 ○ Be my Slave

 ◎ Be my Master

☾ Dress up

♪ Talk Dirty

☺Make a baby

☑ Add your own!

[justawhiskeylullabyx-blog]

+

“It’s damn hot in this motel room…”

[wouldbeboyking-blog]

"You know you could open a window."

[wouldbeboyking-blog]

+Beastofaboy

[beastofaboy-blog]

He had to resist the urge to growl when one of the men didn’t look away. After a few more seconds, he broke the gaze and stared at his hands. He wished the food would hurry up and get here. He didn’t want eyes to turn towards him again.

He looked up when someone stepped up to the table. It was the one who hadn’t looked away from him. Gar tensed, not sure what to expect from him, despite his seemingly friendly smile. “Pretty much, yeah,” he said. Couldn’t step out of the mountain without getting this. He really should be used to it by now.

[wouldbeboyking-blog]

Sam nodded his head slightly. He didn’t set his things down and he didn’t sit down. He just looked for a moment, while trying not to look rude. Then he let a slight sigh out. “Must suck. People are… weird about things they’re not used to.” He knew that all too well. He shifted his feet slightly and glanced at the table. “May I?” he asked, glancing back to Gar with a slightly raised brow and that well practiced, friendly smile still on his face.

[wouldbeboyking-blog]

[wouldbeboyking-blog]

This is crap.

[wouldbeboyking-blog]

[wouldbeboyking-blog]

+