#✱ 〻 sam winchester-davis — verse: main.

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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…"

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cont. + @firstsoncain

Sam had hesitated at the door before coming in, uncertain if he should interrupt Cain during his time of concentration. If he had been Dean, he wouldn't have doubted, but the difference between the brothers was that he didn't know Cain all that well (and Dean didn't care about risking his own safety).

"Uh—sorry."

Sam momentarily forgets what he is there for, pulling his hand back into his pocket. He's also unsure how he feels about Cain calling him "son," but he doesn't have time to think too hard about it as silence lingers.

"I was wondering if I could run something by you."

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Sam looks at Castiel's fist with some confusion before realizing he's going for the fist bump, then raises his own and brings them together, a little stiff on the execution himself. Dean would've done it better.

"Nice one--but we missed the boom. We might have to do it again."

                                  HUGS. Castiel has never experienced a hug before. It invades personal space, and Dean was adamant about how that's not okay. Maybe one day. He's gone for millions of years without an embrace, after all, what's a couple thousand years more? Picking a lint off his pant leg, Castiel looks back at Sam. "Oh. That's a good question. I recently discovered this one." He makes a fist and then gestures for Sam to do the same before he knocks their knuckles together and pulls his hand back again, fingers waving. "I think they also make a boom sound when their fists touch."

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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?"

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SAM W1NCHESTER-DAVIS TAG DROP (2/2)

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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."

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cont. + @bornbreathless

In the Boy Scouts, they teach you everything you need to know to survive in the wild: how to build a fire, tie secure knots, use blades, and even stitch up a wound.

What they don’t prepare you for is what to do when someone has been shot and asks you to fish out the bullet for them. And he doesn’t know if it’s the thought making him lightheaded or the blood staining their clothes.

But this has nothing to do with him, and if there’s one thing he won’t do, it’s walk away from helping her.

"Yeah, uh… I should have some at home. I really think we should go."

For more than one reason: they’re not safe yet, and it’s not certain whoever shot her has left the premises.

"Can you stand up?"

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HOUSE M.D. SENTENCE STARTERS

@burninq: "I said I was an addict. I didn't say I had a problem."

Sam is sitting across the table from Calcifer in a brightly lit diner. On the wall, a clock reads two-thirty in the morning.

The coffee in the mug between his hands is lukewarm, not that it really matters to him since he’s not drinking it anyway, more focused on the other man whose eyes are fixed on the floor as if there are answers hidden in the worn-out tiles.

To what question? He isn’t sure.

When Calcifer speaks, Sam’s expression contorts, eyes narrowing slightly as he absorbs the comment. He doesn’t say anything for a moment, just staring at the black liquid in his cup.

"Do you really believe that?"

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"You're a bad idea, but I like bad ideas." (do i dare say muse roulette? or your pick... 👀)

Sam's shit-eating grin shines in the dim light of the club hallway leading to the bathrooms. Eddie's words (if he got his name right, he wasn't paying attention when they introduced themselves, too busy planning how to get into his pants) are barely perceptible beneath the thumping sound of bass, but they amuse him. He hadn't done anything to make him assume he was dangerous: was it something in his aura?

He would be right if that were the case, but that's not his concern now.

What was of his concern was having a good time, because Sam certainly planned to.

"I'll make it worth your while."

With that, Sam lunges forward, pinning him against the wall and kissing him. He has one hand on either side of the wall behind him, supporting himself.

Maybe he was a bad idea, but he'd undoubtedly be entertaining.

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CARING FOR STUBBORN MUSES

@aelleyon: "You’ll be even worse off if you don’t let me bandage this."

Sam doesn't know them enough to trust them, and much like a dog with a hurt paw, he wants them nowhere near his wounds and growls, threatening to bite.

But the truth is, his makeshift tourniquet hasn't stopped the bleeding, and he can't reach the wound to disinfect, bandage, or even stitch it himself. If he wants to survive, he'll have to trust that they have good intentions.

"Fine."

Sam concedes through gritted teeth, face contorted into a scowl.

"Just… be careful, okay?"

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@cagedpotential liked for a canon line starter

"Your parents' deaths. You really should try to forgive yourself."

"No matter what you did, you probably couldn't have stopped it. Sometimes bad things just happen."

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THE MOST CLICHÉ LINES OF DIALOGUE

@dopplgaenger: "He's right behind me, isn't he?"

"Who?"

Sam is concerned, and rightfully so, for as much as he's looking behind and around her, there's no one there to see.

In a lower register, he further inquires.

"Is someone following you?"

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cont. + @bornbreathless

In his defense, his phone was new, and he was testing out his camera... but doing so in the bathroom, stark naked, in front of a mirror? He doesn't have a good explanation for that, maybe in case he needs it later, as content to share is so scarce when you're on the road.

Well, later is now, and as soon as he realizes he can't unsend that picture, he puts his phone away, trying to ignore the situation until it blows over.

But his curiosity gets the better of him when he hears his phone ring, and when he's rewarded for his lewdness in kind, he's almost certain his heart has skipped a beat.

He should get that checked out.

SMS: Hell SMS: you're much better at this than I am SMS: those look very good SMS: I mean you SMS: you look very good

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cont. + @bornbreathless

"Lower than that? Huh..."

He's pensive, considering and contemplating just what she means. She forgoed being direct with her request, something he can take advantage of.

So, he leans down... to press a kiss on her nose. 

"Better?"

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SAM WINCHESTER-DAVIS: TAG DROP

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"Babe, honey," Gabriel says to get Sam's attention, but the fucker keeps his eyes glued to whatever boring book he's currently reading. "Darling, sweetie-pie," Gabriel adds, sitting next to the hunter to get all into his personal space. Joke's on Sam, though, if he thinks that Gabriel will run out of pet names and then leave him alone because Gabriel knows all 7,139 languages of the world, and that's only the official ones. "Mon chou, ma puce. Palatino. Mi corazón. Bichito." He likes that one because it sounds a little like bitch. "Schnuckiputzi. Zuckerpüppchen." When Sam's eyes finally flicker to him, Gabriel gives him the most brilliant smile. "I'm bored. Do you wanna have sex?"

Sam should have started a timer the moment he sat down on the couch with a book he had been eagerly waiting to read, because it couldn't have been more than ten minutes before Gabriel strutted into the room, trying to capture his attention. 

He often thinks of Gabriel as a wild animal: they will leave him alone if he plays dead. In his case, this means ignoring Gabriel, hoping he will get bored and go on his merry way, allowing Sam a moment of peace—until the archangel tries again, that is.

So that's exactly what Sam does—not because he doesn't want Gabriel around, but because he was looking forward to this alone time, a concept he's not entirely sure his partner understands. At first, it works, and Sam manages to read a couple of pages, but as the playful nicknames pile up and become more curious each time, he realizes he isn't really reading; he's just staring at the page. That's when he acknowledges defeat, closing the book without a bookmark and turning his gaze toward Gabriel. 

"You really don't know when to stop, do you?"

Instead of explaining himself (besides stating the obvious, which Sam has already figured out), Gabriel makes him an offer he can't refuse. Sam curses himself for wanting to agree almost immediately; it reminds him that Gabriel truly has him wrapped around his finger, despite the fact that he often insists otherwise. 

"… Wait, you mean, like, right now?"

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