#c: sam winchester

[mcelebrper]

Open to tops: written as a starter between Dean/Sam, but open to others or swapping Sam and Dean. Potential dub/non-con elements, I’m flexible on how intense/prevalent the effects are, and any specific details around those. Preferred that they're not established at the start but am open to changing that.

Scenario: Earlier in the day Sam was knocked out while they chased a witch and when he woke up, he had an enchanted collar around his neck. He's compelled to obey any orders given to him, and the collar doesn't seem to be able to be removed. They could be aware of what the collar does or be oblivious and activate it accidentally, let me know your preference.

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Sam fiddled with the collar and sighed, he'd spent the last hour studying every inch of the thing but there was no noticeable clasp or anywhere for him to remove it. He looked over towards Dean who had been looking at some books for any reference to any sort of collar like this. "I've spent three hours trying to get this thing off and it won't budge. Have you found anything out yet?" He asked as he stopped to take a break.

[xxgotthedevilinsidexx-archived]

@qapsiel Asked:

"I saw a creature made of light and shadow—something not of this world." (For Sam)

【༶•⛧┈♛】     ――――    Sam's   brow   furrowed   as   he   processed   Castiel's   words.   ❝   What   do   you   mean,   Cas   ?   Like   an   angel   ?   A   demon   ?   ❞   He   ran   a   hand   through   his   hair,   his   mind   already   racing   through   the   lore   he'd   memorized   over   the   years.   ❝   Maybe   it's   from   another   dimension   ?   We've   dealt   with   that   before.   ❞

The   younger   Winchester   looked   up   sharply,   his   hand   instinctively   moving   to   the   gun   at   his   waist.   ❝   Is   it   still   here   ?   ❞   He   didn’t   understand   what   was   happening,   but   years   of   hunting   had   taught   him   to   be   prepared   for   anything.   But   then   the   youngest   Winchester   gave   pause   shooting   the   Angel   with   a   questioning   look.   ❝   Have   you   been   watching   Netflix   again   ?   ❞

[aniimusliber]

for dean !

“one day soon I'll hold you like the sun holds the moon.”

letters from the sky - civil twilight.

[noctemusfic]

☵ Pride | rated : G

A Supernatural (CW show) AU Fan Fiction by Silvi Henna (Noctemus). Can also be read on: @AO3

Characters/Pairing: Ruby, Sam Winchester, Sam/Ruby Notes:

Part 2 of Moments Like These series.

// Betaed by Kezzie_du. Thank you.

Summary: Another scene ficlett to MLT.

☵ Pride - 1/1

If Dean could, so could Sam.

☳ ☼ ☳

Things had been going well, which on its own should have put Sam on edge. Because when had that ever happened to a Winchester? Still, Sam found himself in a pretty good mood which he could admit was a rare happening. But things were going well.

So yeah, he's been threatened by angels, got a little bit disillusioned in the man upstairs and all his crowd which he guessed was a good excuse as any to be down and low but Dean was beginning to open up to him and, for the first time in a long time, he felt like he had his brother back again.

He wasn't a fool to believe that Dean was telling him everything. If anything, he seemed to have more secrets than ever but Sam still felt like Dean was slowly coming back to him and that made a smile grow on his face.

He probably looked like a fool with the grin seemingly stuck on his face if Dean's expression was anything to go by but Sam thought, fuck that.

He wasn't going to let that get him down. Things had calmed down once again that it finally felt like they could take a breather or two, so naturally – in Sam's mind – Dean was wanting to once again go out and score, though Dean had been a little less tacky about that. Dean had said he wanted to get back into the swing of things as he seemed to have the notion he was out of practice.

Sam doubted anyone as prolific Dean was could ever go stale, regardless of where he'd been.

Sam was all for it, giving him thumbs up and all – another point where Dean had looked at him funny – but of course Sam wasn't going to bitch if it meant that it bought Dean some time to put his mind somewhere else but the fucked up life they led, and the little fact that for all intents and purposes Dean wasn't going to be able to get rid of Ruby.

There was nothing like a good lay to put the mind in a pleasant buzz for a while which was why Sam was currently finding himself outside of Ruby's motel, her having made the wise decision to house herself somewhere else.

If Dean could, so could Sam.

Wiping the grin off his face – it wouldn't do to put her off the mood right off the bat – Sam willed the door unlocked, and wasn't that a neat little trick, and stepped in.

All his plans, however, came crashing down at what he found in the room. Or more precisely, what he didn't find. Where the hell was Ruby?

Looking around the room Sam could see her bag as always shoved against the wall, her clothes thrown about in disarray making his fingers itch in a desire to neat things up. She was one messy demon.

But no Ruby.

There was a half-eaten burrito on the dresser and as Sam picked it up, he saw the stale grease and knew it'd been there a while.

The feeling growing in his stomach, no no. He was most definitely not worried.

Before he could call out a familiar sound reached him from his left. Familiar, yes – he remembers Dean doing the exact same noises when he had the bad case of the runs – but it was odd to hear that in the room that Ruby was supposed to occupy.

He did have the right room, right? Turning around taking in the items he breathed a sigh of relief when indeed those did belong to Ruby.

Hearing the garbled up sound again, curiosity took a firm hold of him and he turned towards the bathroom.

Opening the door open he peered inside. His eyes widened when bent over the toilet was Ruby, her back arching as she hurled into the bowl.

Nasty, ugly sounds that made Sam shudder in sympathy.

Toeing the door open further he called out, "Ruby."

Ruby whimpered and hunched in on herself. "Go away."

"What on earth happened?" Sam asked ignoring her plea as he stepped into the bathroom.

"Go away; I don't want you to see me like this." The words were garbled up as she was taken over by convulsion and she dry-retched into the toilet again. Sam understood her well enough though.

Looking around he saw a pair of wet jeans lying across the tub. Turning around he was surprised to meet with onyx eyes that in spite of its inhumanness was still able to transmit pure misery.

"I gather you're not feeling well," Sam stated as he watches her grab a bottle of water and take some gulps. He grimaced. The taste can't be good.

Having followed his line of sight to her pants drawing attention to the fact she was in her panties she said, "I had an accident."

"Accident how?" Sam asked. Ruby grimaced before she was forced over the bowl once again, the body rejecting the water.

"Oh, OH. I didn't even know you could still do that," he said as he flinched at a particularly violent attack.

Ruby slumped down on the cold tile, her pale skin looking almost grey in the bathroom light.

Settling her arm against the rim of the toilet she flushed with the other one and settled her head against it blinking blearily at Sam, her onyx eyes going back to the familiar brown.

"The body is still alive, Sam. Where do you think all that I eat end up?"

Sam shuddered, "I didn't need to get that mental image."

"We don't usually stay in one body long enough for that to be an issue or we let the host deal with it but I'm driving solo here. I think I ate something bad."

"The burrito out there?"

Ruby shrugged.

"You're a demon Ruby," Sam said as he folded himself against the edge of the tub shoving the wet jeans further away.

"Jeez, thanks for that intel. I never would have guessed."

Sam rolled his eyes. "What I meant is, aren't you suppose to be immune? Or at least have a bigger tolerance to some stomach bug? Or even better, heal?"

"I don't know. I've tried." Ruby whined as she rubbed her stomach. Suddenly she went up on her knees again and bent over the bowl her knuckles turning white as she gripped the edge. Sam could hear her groan, "Oh fuck, I'm gonna die."

Sighing, Sam leaned forwards and gathered her hair to keep it from harm's way, his nose crinkling at the smell wafting up from the toilet. His hand rubbed gently at her back and held her as she slumped back her head burrowing into his chest.

Reaching over to the edge of the tub Sam managed to grab the small washcloth and one-handed open the crane and wet it. Turning it off he wrung the thing out the best he could. Showing it to Ruby he waited for her to take it. She just blinked, lying slumped against him. Sighing he took a better hold of it and passed it over her face.

She whimpered, "Have mercy, just kill me."

Shaking his head he gathered her and stood up. She moaned at the sudden shift and clung to his shirt. "Come on, let's get you to bed."

Walking out of the bathroom he moved her over to the bed ripping off the covers, the clothes that had been on it finding a new home on the floor. Ruby groaned again as she was put onto the mattress.

Turning to the bathroom again he grabbed the wastebasket and settled it next to the bed. Settling on the edge of the bed he watched as Ruby curled on her side. Not exactly how he'd envisioned the evening.

He gently rubbed her as she trembled. She was wrecked with nausea and in spite of a few false alarms, she didn't throw up again. Sam had her drink a few sips of water every once in a while, not the mouthful she'd been taking, and it seemed to work as slowly she upgraded from feeling death warmed over to simply dying.

After a not so false alarm, Sam found himself with a lapful of Ruby as she snared the shirt in her hands pleading. "Please, let me in. I promise I'll be good. Just until this is over."

She looked pitiful, utterly miserable and maybe it made him a bastard but he found this whole situation rather amusing. A sick demon, who'd have thought?

Sam shook his head his hand rubbing circles on her back, "One, there is no way in hell I'll let you piggyback on me, and two, even if I wanted to I wouldn't be able to do it."

Pushing her so that he could reach the neckline of his shirt he tugged it down.

"Remember this?" The swirling tattoo could clearly be seen.

"Aww," she whined as she settled her head against his chest.

"I guess you'll just have to stick it out."

"You could try to not sound so smug."

Sam shrugged, his lips curling up. "What can I say, welcome to getting a taste of what being human is."

"I remember being human, I didn't say I wanted to be one." Ruby pouted as she let Sam push her to lie down again. Sam shook his head. Letting his knuckles grace her cheek before brushing her hair back he said quietly. "Maybe. Still, there are no words I can say that'll describe how much I hate being possessed."

Ruby closed her eyes. She had forgotten. How very stupid of her.

"I'm sorry," she found herself saying.

"What for?"

"I don't know. For everything I guess. For what happened. For this." Curling in on herself, Ruby sighed as she looked up at Sam. At his indication, she scooted over to make more room for him.

"I guess you had some specific ideas for coming over. This kind of puts a damper on those now, doesn't it?"

Sam shrugged, "For now. This isn't bound to last forever. But I gotta tell you, finding you with food poisoning, now that's something I'd-"

"Hush you."

Sam grinned. Toeing off his shoes, he stood up and shrugged off his jacket, letting it drop on the floor. Standing up he stepped over Ruby to plump next to her not feeling remorseful at all at her groan.

Unbuckling his belt he pulled it loose and let it join with the rest of the items on the floor. Folding his arms behind his head, crossing his ankles he looked over at her as she carefully moved to face him. "That'll teach you to eat healthier, now won't it?"

"Oh, for crying out loud," she exclaimed, annoyed, as she thumped him. Sam laughed, his hands going down to hover over where she hit him and rolled out of her reach before setting back in his original position.

"I'm just saying," he said.

Ruby shook her head before settling down letting the quiet even breathing next to her lull her to a fretful rest, her body fighting against the bacteria that had decided to make her body their battleground.

There were just some things she needed to let nature run its course, it seemed. Not that she hadn't tried to deal with it her own way but apparently there were just some things her demonic nature was not able to tackle.

Sometimes she thought the universe was conspiring against them. Like devils and angels weren't enough. Because really, did Sam really have to be there to see this? She had her pride after all.

The end.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters portrayed herein. This is for fan enjoyment only and no profit gained nor sought.

[autisticcastiel]

sam winchester 🤝 saint antony

[ofpolaris]

[ closed starter / @ofsamwinchester​ ]       “ you’re going a little overboard ” 

“there’s no telling what that asshole would have done if i hadn’t done anything.” lorna retorted. “i couldn’t just standby and do nothing.” though some would argue having the guy nailed up was a bit excessive. lorna thought the guy should count his prayers she nailed through his clothing instead of his skin. 

[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.

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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.

[xxgotthedevilinsidexx-archived]

@therebetterbepie Asked:

half the time we’re fighting, i don’t know what we’re fighting about. (for sam)

【༶•⛧┈♛】     ――――    Sam   sighed,   running   a   hand   through   his   hair.   ❝   Maybe   that's   the   problem,   Dean.   We're   always   fighting,   but   we   never   talk   about   why.   ❞

❝   It's   about   more   than   we   hunt   monsters,   or   that   we   save   people,   ❞   Sam   replied,   his   voice   tinged   with   frustration.   ❝   All   this   tension   between   us,   it's   not   just   about   the   job.   ❞   Sam   watched   his   brother's   profile   in   the   dim   light   of   the   dashboard,   seeing   the   familiar   stubbornness   etched   in   every   line.

All   Sam   wanted   was   for   Dean   to   open   to   him.   How   could   he   share   his   issues   when   Dean   wouldn’t   do   the   same.   Every   time   he   tried   to   reach   out   to   his   brother   it   felt   like   he   was   grasping   at   smoke.   Dean   would   deflect   with   a   joke   or   change   the   subject,   leaving   him   feeling   more   isolated   than   ever.

The   Impala's   engine   rumbled   in   the   silence   that   followed,   punctuated   only   by   the   rhythmic   thump   of   tires   on   asphalt.   Sam   could   see   Dean's   jaw   working,   knew   he   was   fighting   the   urge   to   lash   out   or   shut   down   completely.

All   this   fighting   ?   It   was   getting   to   be   to   much   for   Sam   to   deal   with.

[ofastaroth]

[ closed starter // @ofsamwinchester​ ]         “ feel free to say hi whenever you like ” 

“something tells me you’re not zatanna, rachel or the detective so tell me. why should i know who you are?”

[noctemusfic]

☵ Freeze This Moment | Rated G

A Supernatural (CW show) AU Fan Fiction by Silvi Henna (Noctemus). Can also be read: @AO3

Characters/Pairing: Ruby, Sam Winchester, Sam/Ruby

Notes:

Part 3 of Moments Like These series.

// Betaed by Kezzie_du. Thank you.

Summary: Ruby makes a rest-stop. Could and could not be part of MLT verse, it’s up to you.

☵ Freeze This Moment - 1/1

☳ ☼ ☳

Ruby slowly, gently leaned her forehead against the door, one hand coming up to rest on the wood, the other on top of the doorknob. She was so very tired. Closing her eyes, she sighed and took a deep breath, the smell of the treated door filling her senses. The hall was murky, most of the light bulbs either broken or flickering a weak light. It didn't bother her.

Craning her neck to ease a tension that had been growing over the last couple of days, she quietly turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. She was surprised that the hinges didn't emit any sounds. It looked like that kind of place.

Carefully she closed the door behind her before stepping further into the room. She'd never been there before and yet the layout was familiar to her. It was like so many others she'd seen over the course of her days' topside. It was one big room divided by a counter that separated what would be the bedroom from a small kitchenette that didn't seem to have been used since it was first built. A bathroom was off to her left. It could also be the door to a closet but she didn't care.

Her attention was on the figure lying beneath the sheets of the large lone bed. She could smell him and as she closed her eyes and inhaled, she allowed herself a moment to enjoy it.

Shaking her head she pinched the bridge of her nose and rubbed her eyes. She was so tired. Weary. Tired of running, of fighting to keep the demons off their tracks.

Quietly she made her way over the floor to the bed and stopped next to it and watched Sam's still sleeping form.

Her brow furrowed as she noticed him so deeply out of it. Careless, dangerous, another sigh escaped her. What was the point of her fighting to keep him safe when he wouldn't do the minimum to keep himself safe? She'd settled for a gun under the pillow even.

Sam was lying on his stomach, his face turned towards her and one arm bent upwards almost cradling the pillow to him and the other partly under it, relaxed.

Rubbing the back of her neck she looked past him to a partially closed door. Stepping around the bed she quietly opened it and peered inside. She cast a brief glance to see if Sam had moved - he hadn't.

Reaching into the depth of the closet, her finger brushed against a sagging bag. Poking her head into the closet she searched through Sam's jacket until she pulled out a pair of gloves. Slipping them on, she tugged them down wiggling her fingers. They were huge on her but as long as they did the job she didn't mind.

Kneeling she pulled out the bag careful not to spill any of the salt. Cradling the bag to her she stood up and moved to the window. Another look and Sam was still dead to the world.

Ruby grimaced. Carefully pouring the salt on the sill she made sure that it formed a solid white line. Moving towards the door she had seen, she poked in her head and confirmed that it was indeed the bathroom. Seeing a small window she stepped in and on the lid of the toilet and repeated the process.

She found it odd that she could eat fries that had salt but could feel her skin crawl being this close to a bag of the stuff.

With a last look to see the line was whole, Ruby left the bathroom and dealt with the biggest risk. Just to make sure that Sam had indeed been that big a fool she looked over the frame of the door and seeing its pristine shape she sighed. The least he could have done was draw protection symbols on the frame.

Turning the bolt of the door, she leaned forward and poured a straight line of salt. Once that was done she put the bag next to the door against the wall. She could already feel the protection set in as the feeling of being trapped crept over her senses. Unless Sam broke the line she wouldn't be able to get out. The benefit was that no one could get in if they were of the supernatural varieties that were repelled by salt.

Pursing her lips, Ruby eyed the door. Reaching into her pocket she retrieved a sharpie and wrote some simple protection runes on the door frame. She repeated the same process with the frames of the two windows and made a mental note to have Sam break them up with his dagger when she needed to leave tomorrow.

Putting the sharpie back in her pocket she found herself back at the bed watching Sam. He still hadn't moved, his breathing even and slow.

Ruby shook her head again and toed off her shoes. Unbuckling her belt she sipped it out of the loops and let it drop to the floor, watching to see if the sound would elicit something from Sam. Nothing.

Shrugging off her jacket, she let the garment fall to the floor. Sitting at the edge of the bed she removed her pants and slowly laid down carefully, not wanting to rattle Sam.

She just wanted to rest, just for a moment. Catch her breath before it all began again. A part of her was surprised not to see Dean anywhere near. They had been practically inseparable since his return.

Letting her head rest against the remaining pillow, Ruby allowed herself to sigh again. Carefully, slowly, she stretched out on her side.

She could feel Sam behind her and she wanted to turn around but instead she stared blankly at the wall in front of her hoping that sleep wouldn't be too far away. Tomorrow she'd tear into Sam for not even having a devil's trap in front of the door. For not sensing someone in the room and for allowing himself to fall so deeply asleep that it left him exposed.

She could hear the sound of a clock ticking and rubbing her eyes again to get rid of the blurriness she carefully turned around.

Settling her head back on the pillow she was startled to see Sam's hazel's strained on hers, wide awake.

She couldn't read anything in his eyes as she felt them tracking over her face. Without saying anything he closed them again and she didn't know whether to smile or not when his breathing slowly evened out again.

Apparently he hadn't been that out of it. Still, he'd still been reckless. She'd deal with it tomorrow. Not now.

Now she just wanted to watch him. Slowly she felt the tension bleed out of her.

Reaching out, her hand hovered over his strong features. Gently, she caressed down his cheek and smiled when he didn't even twitch.

Did it mean he trusted her so fully that he could let his guard down so completely? Her smile turned sad. She wished she could think that but she knew better. From what she'd heard he hadn't had it easy the last couple of days either and he probably was just as exhausted as her.

He also knew that if there was anything coming through that door that wanted him to harm she'd do everything to stop it. His personal little pit-bull, and if there was a twinge of bitterness to that thought...

She thought it was kind of ironic how at peace Sam looked, the weak light from the moon outside lending the room an enchanted atmosphere. It lulled her further in.

Tucking the hand back she watched as Sam shifted in his sleep. This time she knew that he was fully asleep. There was nothing of the buzzing energy she always felt when he was awake and in his presence.

For the longest time she thought that had to do with the power in him but now she thought it was just him. It made her skin tingle, made her senses come alive which was another reason she liked being around him.

He was on his side facing her, his hand settling in the space between them while the other tucked under his pillow. Carefully, while watching his face, she put her own hand flat on the mattress and slowly shifted it so that it slipped under his.

She was such a fool, Ruby inwardly shook her head. At least Sam wasn't conscious to see it. Small favors. She'd hate for him to remove the hand which he no doubts would if he woke, so instead she made sure she remained still and soaked up the warmth this unguarded moment infused her with.

She wished she could freeze this moment, keep this image of him branded into her mind so that when she ended up back in hell she'd never forget him.

If she could only keep this she'd gladly give up every scrap of humanity she had left.

She knew the peacefulness of the moment was a lie, an illusion. Sam hadn't been able to go through an entire night without his rest being disturbed by the worries that plagued him during the day. Hopefully, now with Dean back, at least those nightmares could be put to rest.

But if only for tonight, she wanted to forget the expressway she was on to Hell, what waited for her there. The war they'd been sucked into between the two powers. She wanted to pretend that it was only them again.

That time was not passing them by. That she indeed could freeze this moment forever and ever.

Amen.

The end.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters portrayed herein. This is for fan enjoyment only and no profit gained nor sought.

[autisticcastiel]

genevieve starring as walker's wife means that i can now say in total confidence the following brand-new sentence:

via the transitive property of the french mistake, sam winchester cucked walker texas ranger

[xxgotthedevilinsidexx-archived]

@inn0cencestrained Asked:

❝  i’m not heartless,  you know.  i just don’t see the point in wearing it on my sleeve all the time.  ❞ (from bela to Sam)

【༶•⛧┈♛】   ――――    Sam's   brow   furrowed   as   he   studied   Bela's   face,   searching   for   any   hint   of   deception.   But   her   green   eyes   held   his   gaze   steadily,   a   hint   of   challenge   in   their   depths.   ❝   Right,   ❞   Sam   scoffed,   crossing   his   arms.   ❝   Because   you're   just   brimming   with   empathy   under   that   cold   exterior.   ❞   A   part   of   him   wanted   to   believe   her   but   experience   had   taught   him   it   was   much   wiser   to   not   believe   a   word   that   fell   from   her   lips. 

The   younger   Winchester   grabbed   his   book   off   the   table   before   looking   back   over   to   Bela.   ❝   I   have   a   hard   time   believing   that.   Reason   one,   your   lips   are   moving.   ❞   He   took   his   book   over   and   settled   into   a   worn   armchair   across   the   room,   pointedly   opening   the   tome   and   burying   his   nose   in   its   pages.   Dean   was   going   to   get   a   ear   full   for   leaving   him   alone   with   her. 

[ofablaze]

text; jack & sam

jack: Hey sam

jack: So its gotten really cold and i wanted to make sure you weren't dead again

jack: You arent dead, right?

[twinderellla]

@resilientsovl​     /     sam winchester .     ( closed. )

         “ you , ”   you’re  new ,  she  doesn’t  say .   maybe  today  ISN’T  the  day  we  convince  strangers  we’re  crazy ,   liv .   (  but  there’s  only  so  many  times  you  can  see  the  same  exact  faces  before  new  ones  begin  to  jump  out  at  you .  )    “ are  you . . .  okay? ”   perhaps  it  doesn’t  hold  the  same  concern  it  would  if  she  were  talking  to  luke ,    but  if  you  look  hard  enough ,   there’s  a  glimmer  of  it  all  the  same .    speaking  of  her  darling  twin  brother ,   there’s  a  fresh ,   hot  coffee  in  hand  with  his  name  (literally)  on  it .   ( but ,  if  she’s  honest ,   she  thinks  she  might  be  in  danger  of  smothering  him  since  his  face  transplant . )   without  a  second  thought ,   she  slips  it  from  the  cup  holder  and  places  it  down  a  foot  or  so  away  from  him .   “ you  look . . .  tired . ”   perhaps  more  insulting  than  caring ,   liv .   “ sorry ,   i ,  uh . . .   i  think  it’s  vegan  or  pumpkin  spice ,    or  something ,   but  caffeine’s  caffeine . ”   she  doesn’t  sit ,   doesn’t  invite  herself  into  his  space .   in  fact ,   her  gaze  slips  briefly  in  the  direction  she  had  previously  been  moving .   “ ANYWAY . ”   she  offers  a  small  smile ,   an  attempt  at  being  nice .   “ if  you  don’t  want  it ,   toss  it .   it’d  go  right  in  the  trash  anyway . ”

[hvnterlsm]

her reflection in the mirror is one she didn’t think she’d be seeing in the near future. ( or at all ) MARRIAGE was something left in the open-- whether it happened or not. well, it happened. meeting sam was as unusual as it could be for an average person. but what was average when you were a hunter? it seemed fitting to have met as they followed the same lead. a WENDIGO of all things. the rest was history. while natasha had only heard the winchester name being brought up a couple of times, it wasn’t something she truly paid attention to. for her, sam was just that: SAM. a hunter with the world on his shoulders and a smile as bright as the sun. she felt like she’s known him forever, and little did she know their worlds would become one.  to be fair? they would’ve been content to just sign their names. practical like that. ( perhaps, that’s exactly what they should’ve done. ) in the end, they agreed to hold a small ceremony the very next day to make things symbolical and all. despite everything, it was a surprise all the emotion could be contained in her. the smile on her face couldn’t be wiped for anything in the world. a look to the clock on the nearby table signaled it was time. i’ll see you tomorrow, were the last words shared over the phone as they agreed not to see each other until they made it to the aisle. ( they didn’t want bad luck, right? ) a knock on the door, as her dad walked in the room to walk her down the aisle. “i’m ready.” @resilientsovl​ 

[noctemusfic]

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(SPN/MCU - Sam Winchester/Toni Stark)

#1 - Sam is sure he is being stalked. Bringing it up to Dean was not a good idea. He can’t sense any bad intention but it puts him on edge as he tries to find his stalker. He is more then a little surprised when finally his shadow decide to call it quit and run into him. A woman, human with the most intense eyes he has even come across. Eyes that look at him as he was the whole world and that more then anything scares the shit out of him. - “You don’t get to die now Sam. Not now.” Toni mutters as she grabs fistful of his shirt and pulls him into her lap. A difficult prospect due to his size and he was little more then dead weight.

Sam snorts and bites back a groan as pain laced through him at the shift in position. “Not your call.” A pause. “I’m not him, you know. I’m not.”

“I know.”

“Do you? You love a dead man. Its difficult for me to see how any version of me could have inspired such devotion. I wish I was him, I really do. To have known you like he did. To love you, like he did. You are so easy to love Toni.