#✦ open starter: sam winchester

[normaltothemax]

“They’re dead, and it’s all my fault.” The words sounded hollow, but he didn’t think anyone could blame him for that. After all, the hunt went south because of him. People got hurt, got killed, because of him. Because Sam got scared and froze, like a baby. It didn’t even matter that he got hurt too—that’s what he deserved, wasn’t it? A fitting sort of punishment for a screw-up like that.

[bcrntortured]

Sam Winchester | open to anyone

panting by the time he makes it to the car, the door slamming shut. after a beat of silence, Sam speaks. "It could have been a lot worse."

[downs1de]

As Sam finishes portioning out the chicken stir-fry he had just cooked into containers, the sound of footsteps announces the arrival of another in the kitchen. Sam looks over his shoulder to see who it is, and a warm smile spreads across his face.

"Just in time."

Sam turns around, wiping his hands on a kitchen towel.

"I just finished prepping some food--Wanna try?"

[rpsocsandcanonohmy]

Runaway Fangs || Open

When Sam left for Stanford, he never thought he'd have to deal with monsters again. He thought he could move on with his life and forget about hunting forever. After a while, he even stopped taking precautions against monsters. He stopped salting the entryways in his dorm and he didn't carry silver around with him. Most people never had to deal with monsters in their entire lives anyway he reasoned. What were the odds it would happen to him?

It only needed to happen once. Just one late-night run in after a party Jessica dragged him too.

He didn't need to see the bite to know there was something deeply, deeply wrong.

He packed a bag (most of what he had) and ran off into the night. He tossed his phone and shredded any identifying information. Sam Winchester couldn't exist anymore, not like this.

If he was going to be a monster, he needed to disappear forever.

[ruindgod]

✦         " well, it's not exactly the easiest thing in the world to talk about. " and conversations like this usually got him blocked. not everyone was ready to lean in a little closer when the x-files hummed on and talked about the truth being out there, often brushing it off as television nonsense — and it didn't sound nearly as good coming out of sam's mouth. the truth might be out there but that hardly meant people were listening.

         people barely listened to acceptable truths, after all. his hands in his pocket, he presses his lips together as he dissolved the next few words on his tongue. " alright — well, okay — " the words stumble and fall one right another another until he has to laugh. a brief noise, the cold scrapes against his throat. " why do you want to know? before i tell you what happened — what actually happened — how do i know you're even going to listen. "

open to everyone!

[dreammakcr]

"I thought I heard a scream. Is everything okay?"

[suprnatrp]

Plot ideas 💡

1) Sam is a nerd at his school, and Dean is the bully.

2) Time travel. One of the characters comes from another time and one of the characters goes back in time, and falls for them.

3) Dean is on a hunt, but falls for the monster

4) One of my characters works at a coffee shop and becomes particularly interested in one of the costumers

5) One character works for the other

6) secret relationship

7) One asks for the other to pretend to be his partner for a work trip

[thesoulbound]

- OPEN STARTER -

“What are you here for?” Sam asked. He was so damned weary he felt like he could sleep for ten years, but it was the exact thing that evaded him completely. To think his death would come because of lack of sleep. How ironic. After everything they had been through. Everything he had been through. Lack of sleep - yes, that. That. Would be the end of Sam Winchester. 

“I don’t need you to bust me out. If I don’t find sleep here, I’m not going to find it out there,” he explained, shifting slowly to stare out the window again. 

[mcelebrper]

Open to tops: Ideally canon characters like Dean or John. Potentially open to OCs like other hunters. (I'm willing to swap Sam out for Dean to play as omega!Dean instead, just let me know if you'd prefer that)

Contains: A/B/O/Omegaverse (Omega!Sam, Alpha!Y/C), strict traditional secondary gender roles, collar, forced fake relationship. Potentially non/dub con, free use, public sex, public exposure/no clothes, chastity, gags, stepfordization, hypnosis, and more. It's up to you whether your character is resistant like Sam is, or is more embracing of the rules as an alpha.

Scenario: They're traveling cross-country after a hunt to return home and the Impala broke down outside a tiny town in the middle of nowhere. They managed to get to town and it will take a while for the car to be fixed. They've learned it's an extremely old school traditional town with objectifying views on omegas. In a spur of the moment lie to establish cover, Y/C lied to say Sam was his mated omega to spare Sam being hit on or anything like that, but now they're discovering that as a mated pair, they're expected to assimilate to the town's rules while they stay here for at least a few days.

Message me to continue over private message or discord only.

Sam glanced a little nervously up at the other man for a moment, then down at the leather in his hand. It was a thick band and the dark black leather was certainly going to stand out if he wore this collar. "I know you had to lie about us being mated just to get them to shut up about me but you saw the other omegas around town, right? When they said mated omegas wear collars around town I didn't realize they meant only the collars..." Sam couldn't help but recall the surprise at seeing a few nude omegas around town with their alphas.

"And that's nothing compared to the diner. We can't exactly avoid people the entire time we're here, we don't even know how long it will be." Sam recalled trying to get a meal while there were multiple couples in the diner engaging in lewd acts, no one else seemed to notice or care. It seemed almost normal in this town. And the townspeople were the ones to make them seem like they were the odd ones for Sam walking around uncollared and acting normal. "So what, you think we just need to blend in until the car's fixed? We don't even know how long that will be. How... Convincing do we have to make it?" He asked, flustered at the thought of being collared let alone everything else.

[pipermorganhunts]

   She wears strength and darkness equally well;              The girl has always been half goddess, half hell.

indie supernatural oc

} bio & verses } rules & info

[mercsandmonsters]

Happy Birthday, Sammy (Open rp)

"You shouldn't have," Sam gushed, "I would have settled for that foot-long Rice Krispy Treat, but I can't say no to good cake."

[sxltedgxn]

✘ tag dump pt . i

[bcrntortured]

"I don't need you to understand, I just need you to help me."

[downs1de]

SAM WINCHESTER-DAVIS: TAG DROP

[ordinariums-a]

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Fight Club, part 2

Team Free Will & Winchester!reader

Requested by anonymous

Synopsis: team free will thinks you started up your fight club again; is it true?

Sam knew something was wrong the moment you brushed past him in the hallway of the bunker. You’d just returned from school, and absolute silence replaced your normal cheery greeting.

Before he could even get a word out, you were in your room with the door closed.

…

“Hey, did you see Y/N?” Dean asked Sam as he entered the bunker. “She didn’t say a word all the way home, and she wouldn’t even look at me.”

“She just rushed past me. She’s in her room now,” Sam answered. “Should we talk to her?”

“Something’s up,” Dean decided. “I’m going in there.”

“What?” Came your harsh response as Dean knocked.

“Kid? It’s us, can we come in?”

There was silence for a minute on the other end, then some rustling, before your lock clicked and your door opened just a crack.

“What do you want?” You asked hesitantly, your head ducked low.

“Well, some eye contact for starters,” Dean huffed.

“Then you’re in the wrong room,” you sighed, moving to close the door.

“Hey, hey.” Sam stuck his foot in the door, reaching up and grabbing onto its edge. “C’mon, this is ridiculous. Let us in.”

“Fine.” You relinquished your hold on the door, finally lifting your head. “Is this what you wanted to see?”

The skin surrounding your eye was a deep, ugly purple splotched with green.

“Jeez, kid,” Dean breathed, gently gripping your chin between his fingers and tilting your head to get a better look. “What happened?”

At your silence, Sam frowned.

“Y/N, not again.”

“What?” Dean asked.

“She started up fight club again, right?” Sam demanded. “Only this time you lost.”

“I didn’t!” You insisted.

“Right,” Dean huffed. At this, you stopped.

“So, what, guilty until proven innocent? Screw that,” you scoffed, pushing past your brothers and running out of the room.

“Hey!” Sam called after you, but his plea went ignored.

Dean groaned.

“Well that went well.”

…

“Sammy, I found her!” Dean called from the garage, where you were curled up in the back of the Impala. You looked up at his outburst, and turned so that you weren’t facing him.

Dean opened the back seat just as Sam entered the garage.

“Hey kiddo,” Dean greeted. “So, that didn’t go so well I guess. You wanna tell us what happened?”

“Why?” You choked out, and Dean suddenly knew why you didn’t want to look at him. “You won’t believe me.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that, ok? I’ll believe you,” Dean promised.

“Yeah, we promise,” Sam piped up.

“There’s…” you swallowed hard. “There’s this new guy at school. Big, angry. I-I guess I pissed him off.”

“He hit you?” Dean’s blood began to boil.

“I just bumped into him, I-I wasn’t watching where I was going,” you continued, your voice thick and your back still turned to your brothers. “I didn’t mean to.”

“We’re not blaming you,” Sam assured you. “We just want to know.”

“I couldn’t fight back,” you whimpered. “He-he got on the football team, and some-some of his teammates held me down so he could hit me.” You curled in on yourself as you spoke.

“Honey,” Dean breathed, tugging on your arm and turning you to face him. “Commere.” He pulled you into his arms, his hand coming up to cradle your head as you finally began to cry.

“I-I promised not to fight, and I wanted to keep it,” you cried. “I didn’t mean to—“

“Shh, shh, hey,” Sam soothed, rubbing your back. “It’s ok sweetheart, this isn’t your fault.”

Sam could sense Dean’s anger boiling over.

“We gotta do something about this,” he hissed through clenched teeth.

“I’ll call the school,” Sam said.

“But—“

“And you can take Y/N upstairs and get her cleaned up,” Sam interrupted. The last thing he needed was for Dean to blow up at the school officials.

“Fine,” Dean huffed, lifting you into his arms and carrying you into his room. He snatched a rag off his desk and disappeared into the bathroom, coming back a minute later with it soaking wet. “Tilt your head up,” he instructed, and when you obeyed he dabbed at your eye with the rag.

You hissed in pain, and he retreated his hand for a second.

“Sorry kid, we’ll get you some ice in a second,” he said.

“I really tried not to fight,” you mumbled.

“Kid, stop explaining,” Dean huffed. “I’m not blaming you, ok? In fact, all I wanna do right now is go down to that jerk’s house and teach him a lesson. Unfortunately, he’s a kid.”

“Do you think I should’ve fought back?” You asked meekly.

“With half the football team on you?” Dean scoffed. “Kid, I want you to protect yourself, but there are some battles even a Winchester can’t win, ok?” He ruffled your hair. “Now c’mon, let’s get you an ice pack.”

You smiled and shuffled behind your big brother to the kitchen.

“I’m sorry I didn’t believe you,” he said after a minute.

“That’s ok.”

“Sammy’s gonna take care of this, ok? That guy won’t get away with it.”

“I know,” you said with a smile before leaning forward and wrapping your arms around Dean. “Thanks.”

Dean chuckled softly and patted your shoulder.

“Any time, little sister.”