#✦ verse: main (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.

[downs1de]

for @trickheaven

This case seemed perfect for Sam, or at least Dean thought as much: as soon as the words "The Return of Jesus" appeared in the local newspaper headlines of Jerusalem, New York, the brothers hit the road and drove past three states between their temporary home to the (ironic) land where the "son of god" was reborn anew, performing miracles for the townsfolk.

On the ride, Sam contemplated the situation and the mixed feelings it provoked. If it were true, he would be curious, excited, and scared all at once—If not, which was far more likely, Sam would be angry, for the lord's name was being used for fame once again, like many times before.

Upon entering the town, the brothers decide to make a first stop near the lake to stretch their legs and look into the spot where Sam had found out "Jesus" had walked on water. The place is desolate, save for a couple of fishermen and religious fanatics who want to tour those shores. A fisherman, in particular, catches Sam's attention, seemingly going over said events with an older woman sporting a walker that's digging into the ground.

The brothers are a little late to hear the whole story, but they approach the man as soon as he finishes.

"Excuse me, sir.."

Sam starts, with Dean by his side.

"Would you mind telling us the story you were telling the ma'am? We heard about it on the drive here…"

[ordinariums-a]

@laomedeiia

"Hey- hey, you gotta get outta here." As soon as he saw them, he lowered his gun, spare hand moving so his palm was facing them. A haunted house at night, but how and why did they even get out here? This was a ten minute walk from the nearest road. Someone poking around in here - not what he expected when he showed up. "Come on, show's over."

[snnydcysarchivee]

i swear to god when i come home, i'm gonna hold you so close i swear to god when i come home, i'll never let go @stanfordprepped mutuals may react / please don't reblog unless tagged ©

[fidelissimi-moved]

Main verse: (for those it pertains to and those who even care)

Ruby is not romantically linked to Sam. What they had in season 4 was not romance, and she recognizes that while her choice of manipulation may have been colored in that regard, that isn't what most people would consider anything resembling a healthy relationship. She regrets her actions in that aspect of Sam's life and if she could go back and take a different path knowing what she knows now, about Lucifer and about Sam, she would absolutely change what she did.

(Ruby's feelings for Sam are entirely and singularly based on what myself and any Sam muns agree on and all of her interactions with Sam Winchester muses will be kept separate in their own verses.)

[thechaosmuses]

closed canon one-liner starter for; @brokenandlonelysouls (Sam)

"You don't understand what I'm going through."

[ghstfacr]

[ carry ] after receiver falls asleep in an inconvenient place, sender carries them to a bed and tucks them in

prompts for ordinary things that feel intimate .

⸺  𝗜𝗧  𝗜𝗦  𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗟𝗬  𝗦𝗢𝗥𝗧  𝗢𝗙  𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗗  𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗚  ,  the  number  of  perks  a  small  stature  can bring  to  life  on  the  road  .  for  instance  ,  the  back  of  the  impala  :  where  some  see  a  row  of  passenger  seats  exists  an  entire  bed  on  nights  such  as  these  ,  the  huntress'  head  resting  atop  sam's  lap  as  her  legs  drape  over  the  rest  of  the  seat  .  while  not  one  hundred  percent  comfortable  ,  the  space  is  not  inconsiderable  as  she  dozes  in  and  out  ,  the  whispered  voices  of  all  three  winchester  siblings  providing  a  sort  of  white  noise  with  which  jules  manages  at  last  to  fall  asleep  .

the  next  that  consciousness  creeps  in  ,  a  swinging  sensation  throws  her  off  until  it  registers  that  it  is  only  sam  ;  bisker  optics  shut  once  more  as  he  scoops  her  up  out  of  the  vehicle  and  moves  with  quick  strides  to  get  her  warm  and  comfortable  in  bed  .  while  the  process  does  roust  her  a  touch  ,  the  expression  she  wears  is  filled  with  affection  and  reverence  as  her  boyfriend  finally  crawls  in  to  join  her  .  ❝  hi  ,  ❞  the  brunette  sleepily  murmurs  ,  lips  curved  upward  as  she  eagerly  folds  in  close  .  

[normaltothemax]

@therebetterbepie from here

There was no point in pretending he wasn’t actually in pain—he’d already made that pretty dang obvious. And besides, Dean was like a dog with a bone when it came to stuff like this. He’d sniff out Sam’s injuries in a second, even if he had hidden them perfectly. Despite how much he felt like he deserved to feel this pain, he also knew Dean wouldn’t let him get away with it. A dog with a bone and a mother hen. Like it or not, Sam’s injuries were going to get treated, and frankly, he didn’t actually enjoy hurting, so he caved pretty quickly. “Ribs and my right shoulder.” He wasn’t sure if he’d just wrenched it or if it was dislocated or what, but it really hurt.

With Dean’s back to him, Sam quickly swiped at his eyes with his good hand, just to make sure no tears managed to sneak out. His brother was hitting the nail right on the head, sounded like he knew exactly what it felt like, even though Sam couldn’t imagine Dean screwing up like this. He was way too good for that. He was a great hunter. Seemed like he always had been.

He nodded when Dean came back, eyes dropping to his lap. “Okay. Thanks, Dean.” Sam really, really hoped he was right. There was another problem, though. One that made Sam fidget where he sat. “Dad’s really mad at me,” he said quietly. That was why he wasn’t there, after all. Well, that, and he was busy cleaning up the mess Sam had made. Dealing with his screw up.

[downs1de]

PLAYLIST BASED STARTERS

@fellandfeathers → Rose-Colored Boy / Paramore

"You say we gotta look on the bright side..."

"I say: Well, maybe if you wanna go blind."

[ordinariums-a]

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

[downs1de]

To be fair, Sam isn't even sure why he offered Castiel a seat. Probably because it would be rude not to, and Castiel's always standing up… but do angels even sit?

Considering how awkward he looks while doing so, Sam can assume they don't.

"That's the most socially accepted one, yeah. I like hugs myself."

Sam shrugs. He can't remember the last time he greeted someone with a hug that wasn't Dean and wasn't under exceptional circumstances, and that's a little upsetting.

"You've seen a lot of greetings, haven't you? Is there a favorite?"

                             CASTIEL SITS DOWN because it would be rude not to when someone makes space for you, but he still looks rather stiff with his hands delicately placed on his thighs and his back ramrod straight. "I see," he says in response to Sam's explanation, and something akin to sadness darts across his face for a quick second. He's neither close family nor a romantic partner. Of anyone, basically. He calls the other angels brothers and sisters, but they are not siblings like humans. Sometimes, Castiel looks at human families and feels an odd sense of craving in his chest, which is ridiculous. Angels weren't made for something like that. "I shall stick to the handshaking gesture."

[thechaosmuses]

closed canon one-liner starter for; @brokenandlonelysouls (Sam)

[normaltothemax]

@personae-obscura from here

Looking around, he searched for any sign of Dad. He’d be back soon, Sam was sure of it. He’d gone off to dig up the grave, to salt and burn the body, leaving Sam behind. Tasked with protecting who they’d determined the ghost’s next victims would be. It’d been his job to keep them safe, and he’d completely blown it. All because he’d gotten scared.

He’d seen the ghost appear from his post outside, watched it go into the house, and he hadn’t moved an inch. It wasn’t until the screaming had started that he finally lurched into action. Sam had ran, gone as fast as his legs would carry him, but he’d still been too late.

Then the ghost had turned on him and he’d frozen again. It was sheer dumb luck that the ghost went up in flames when it did. Another couple of seconds and Sam would’ve been toast too.

Maybe he deserved that.

Hands tightened around his sawed-off, still fully loaded with salt rounds. A solid reminder of his failure. “It was,” he insisted, tears that he refused to let fall pricking at his eyes, making them sting. He was too old to cry. Besides, hunters didn’t cry. Winchester men didn’t cry. And Sam didn’t get to cry. Not over this. Not when those people would never have the luxury of crying ever again because of him.

Swallowing thickly, he tried to redirect—he didn’t know this lady. He didn’t think she was another hunter, she didn’t seem like one, but she didn’t seem like a civilian, either. She knew too much for that. Still, it probably wasn’t a very good idea to get into things with her.

Dad would be angry enough with him as it was.

“Who are you?” Eyes narrowed as he took a small step back. His chin lifted, chest puffing out, trying to appear more confident than he felt. It probably would’ve worked better if his eyes weren’t red-rimmed. “What do you even know about all this?”

[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?"

[normaltothemax]

“He didn’t just abandon me.” He didn’t. Even if Sam was unsure about everything else, he was sure about that. Dad was no doubt just cleaning up Sam’s mess. The least he could do was figure out how to get back to the motel on his own.

Sam bristled at the insinuation that he needed some stranger to keep him safe. “I can take care of myself,” he grumbled, scowling at Jude. Even if it wasn’t entirely true, he didn’t need this random guy to save him. He may have let down a lot of people, but he still had training. Probably more than him. Civilians didn’t have the training hunters did. Even though he was only ten, Sam stood a better chance against this thing than a civilian would.

So, he took a steadying breath and crossed his arms tightly over his chest. Maintained eye contact, jaw set stubbornly. He was still practicing lying convincingly, but Dean said he was getting better at it. Sam tried to channel everything his brother had taught him as he said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Maybe it wouldn’t be fully convincing, but Jude had no proof that he was lying. And if he tried to convince anyone else that a monster had done this and that Sam knew about it, he’d just look crazy.

Checkmate.

Again Judas studied the boy before sighing softly. This was swiftly going nowhere, and Judas really did not like the idea of just letting a boy that age wander off when there was something stalking the night that thought nothing of tearing people limb from limb in an extremely literal way.

It didn't matter if Sam actually knew about it or not - and Judas strongly suspected he did; it was the sheer principle of the thing. You didn't send children out onto a battlefield. Not ever.

But the boy was here now, and Judas had absolutely no intentions of leaving until he knew Sam was safe.

Time to take a chance.

"…If your father just left you in the middle of nowhere to fend for yourself, I've got some very strong words for him," he said bluntly. "Especially when there's some kind of creature running around eating people. I'm not blind, Sam, nor stupid, and I know you aren't, either. I think we both know that whatever did this wasn't human, or some kind of ordinary wild animal. Don't we?"

[thechaosmuses]

closed canon one-liner starter for; @brokenandlonelysouls (Sam)

"I don't have a good answer."