#c: sam winchester

[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   ?   ❞

[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.

[borgialucrezia]

"[Saying goodbye to Sam and Dean] was the most difficult thing to do, but in the most beautiful way. Because we earned the right to have that moment, and it was special, but it was really difficult and emotional." — Jensen Ackles, spndallas 2023

[gildedsammy]

Sam Winchester ➠ 1.02

[tsukiyo-7]

Yes, I will stay here for awhile For I need a break A break from the pressures of life And everything that lays in the palms of life's hands

He may have hit his grow spurt but he's still Dean's baby.

[beandraws]

Started a new show recently 🤔🤭

[seasononesam]

I never knew such a word as rage. I learned that from you. You locked your boy up inside a cage, and all the while you knew. Why bother giving me dad's old shirt, why even intervene? Why bother washing off all the dirt, if I am still unclean?

apology to a cow | bat boy: the musical - music and lyrics by laurence o'keefe

[supernatural-bias]

i actually liked season eleven. it was weird and off putting and a little bad and we got a power rangers team up from the worst people ever at the end. personally its all i've ever wanted.

[lambmotifz]

can you pls rec me some wincest feminization kink fics? thank u 🫶🫶

my forever-favorites!

it’s easy if you try [orphaned] (daddy kink, short but beautifully written)

i’ve built my life around you by kermiethefrog (pre-series, dark & angsty)

honeywater by weefaol (sam has a pussy and dean wants to fuck it.)

hell, michigan by weefaol (“not a girl, dean,” he growls, low and feral. “but you can fuck me like one.”)

love my way by shir_hashirim (dean’s mommy issues exploration fic ft. mommy!sam)

honeymoon [orphaned] (dean’s always wanted a wife. sam fits the bill perfectly.)

mommy dearest by tradwifesam (sam wants to play mommy and daddy. dean is into it. one of the hottest fics i’ve ever read, very in character + delicious dialogue)

[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.

[lazarrusrising]

My favourite game when the boys have a "when is a monster not a monster" episode is that they've already done this so many times in so many variations, they've let monsters go and they've killed monsters they probably shouldn't have and they've both been the one to forgive and the one to condemn but they just keep having the same argument

[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.

[bamsidsuperbitch]

Sidney nodded, picking at the seams of her cardigan sleeves.

" Yeah? " She couldn't help but laugh a little, she may not have had a blood sibling, but Tatum was like a sister to her, so she understood the bond.

" Sure, I'll wait here for you, don't have anything else to do so I don't mind. "

The brunette waved in Sam's direction, sitting on a nearby chair

" Mh? " Large brown eyes glanced up to meet the other's gaze for a moment, was she oblivious to Sam's growing feelings? Yeah. Mostly because it wasn't a huge thought in her mind. Was she against it? no. She just needed time ( and to rid of the vengeful ghost ) first before she really considered anything farther than friendship.

The sound of a door opening distracted the small moment as Dean popped his head in, about to ask a question, pausing to glance between the two with a smirk.

Sidney's brows furrowed, moving away with mild embarrassment, Dean leaving with a chuckle.

" Ah, no... that's okay. Thanks. I'd rather have it off my cheek and not in my eye or something. I think Dean wanted something though. "

[dingo-ate-my-hot-lettuce-crazy]

i might accidentally made a dean x you hogwarts AU on character ai… its on my master list for the public….oopsies

[tgtbata]

[dean voice] he has porn

[quietwings-fics]

Savior of the broken, the beaten, and the damned

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Supernatural Ship: Samifer Additional Tags: Post-Season/Series 08, Lucifer in the Men of Letters Bunker (Supernatural), Sam Winchester Has Self-Worth Issues, Worship, Established Lucifer/Sam Winchester, Lucifer Loves Sam Winchester, Feels, Kissing Wordcount: 1783 Summary:

Lucifer has taken on lost causes before. He will make Sam understand what he's worth, even if he has to tell him a thousand times.

Prompt:

"If you are still taking prompts how about a scene with lucifer worshipping sam like hes heavenly gift - basically just luci giving sam a self-esteem boost (because tbh sam really needs one)"

When Sam says that he is unholy, it’s resigned. 

Deaths around me since I was born, he presents as evidence, without Dean or Dad vouching for me, I think I would’ve been shot before I turned eighteen. Always knew there was something wrong, deep down. Demon blood rotting my veins.

He doesn’t list Lucifer as one of the reasons he’s damned. Not to his face, if he does believe it, but Lucifer doesn’t think so. They’ve spent too long entangled. Sam knows his sins as well as his punishment, his part in the grand play and how few scenes he was written to be in before curtain call. Blame grows like vines up a wall, reaching higher and higher for who was actually at fault. Sam was going to be Lucifer’s from the moment he fell, but Lucifer was always going to fall. Placing the onus on God is harder for someone who never met him. (Lucifer speaks as someone who can’t despite that. Even closing his vessel's eyes can make him feel trapped, and he still loves the God who caged him.)

So, the vines reach nowhere before they’re torn down by Sam himself beside the tall stone. He takes their straining bodies and wraps them around himself to mimic chains when no one else will bind him. He leads himself to the gallows to choke for betrayals he had no control over. He thinks he’s to blame for being a baby who smiled at a stranger over his crib before the sour taste of sulfur splashed on his tongue. Someone has to be punished for it. 

If a stay in Hell couldn’t make him feel pure, how does he think tearing himself apart will?

Sam is stubborn, but he was made in Lucifer’s image and they both learned from hardheaded older brothers how to stand their ground. As many times as Sam tries to tie his own noose, Lucifer will sit beside him and undo the knots without judgment. 

After all, Sam threw him back into Hell, and Lucifer still loves him. He can’t blame Sam for anything.

His greatest crime, Sam always claims, was freedom. He knows this, taught to him by Heaven’s sifted memories and his brother’s scowl at his happiest moments. Lucifer is hungry for every minute of Sam’s life that he missed, and though most scars are ones Sam will tell stories about in detail, (“-two of them coming at me, with claws as long as my forearm, and one got lucky-“) Lucifer had an easier time wrangling the horsemen than he does getting Sam to tell him about Stanford. 

It’s strangely easier for Sam when Lucifer wears another face. With long blonde hair falling around his shoulders and soft brown eyes and a mole between his brows that Sam will press a kiss to, he’s allowed to hear about that secret life. Sam doesn’t call him Jessica anymore, but when he tells Lucifer about her, he holds him like he's half-memory, half-dream. He talks about his other friends, faces that, if he’s lucky, he hasn’t seen in years, and if he’s not… Lucifer still has yet to drag that out of him, even though he knows already about the devils on Sam’s shoulder before him. 

Lucifer kept track of exactly how long he was locked away, on Earth and in Hell. On Earth, he measure it against the rise of man’s empires. As for Hell, humans haven’t bothered to invent a number that high. Most of the stars he watched be created and grew alongside are now younger than him by millennia. 

So it is not lightly that Lucifer tells Sam that freedom is never a sin.

He’s not sure Sam believes him. 

Sam will take on every burden tossed his way. Most people seem happy to let him. Lucifer will not see him crushed. He’s too lovely for that. Too important. (After all, he’s Lucifer’s entire world. That must mean he’s the center of the universe, more gravitational pull that the sun.)

It has to be like this: in the shade of the Bunker’s main building, where the grass grows a deeper shade of green than the other side because the soil is better for reasons Lucifer is still puzzling out, Lucifer pushes Sam into a wall and kisses him. Sam makes a noise, surprise, but he came out on Lucifer’s invitation for some fresh air and he doesn’t push him away. There are dandelions growing in the crack between the cement and the ground it sticks out of. Lucifer nudges Sam’s feet gently to the side so that he doesn’t accidentally step on one. 

“If you wanted somewhere we could make out in private, my door has a lock,” Sam says as Lucifer breaks the kiss to let him breathe. His lungs expand and deflate in a strong, steady rhythm. His heart beats calmly. Lucifer listens to it. He’d gotten used to spending entire nights keeping track of Sam’s heart, fear gripping him every time it would skip a beat or weaken. The trials would have taken everything from Lucifer. He is sick of his Father’s ultimate sacrifices or how Sam always seems to be the one who must lie down on the altar. 

“That’s not it,” he says. He kisses Sam again for the easy joy of it. Sam melts into him. He has mostly recovered thanks to Lucifer’s attention, but sometimes, the weakness will strike back again. Sam’s gotten very used to leaning on Lucifer. “I want you to understand something.” Sam’s mouth curves into a smile. Lucifer lifts a finger to trace the dimple that forms. 

“What?” he asks. 

“How good you are,” Lucifer says. He can feel the words rip through Sam worse than any barb, and that hurts. He’s more used to insults than praise, no matter how Lucifer tries to make up the difference. 

“Lucifer, that’s not-“ Sam tries for the first time to push him away, and though Lucifer allows distance between them, he doesn’t let Sam run from this. Not when he needs it. Instead, he runs his fingertips gently over Sam’s skin while he’s kept at arm’s length. Sam relaxes under his touch, never fully, but Lucifer is still reintroducing him to all the love he’s allowed to have. He trails his touch up Sam’s arm to the hand keeping him at bay, firmly clasping Lucifer’s shoulder. Lucifer wraps his hand around it.

“This world doesn’t deserve you as its savior,” he tells Sam. Sam shakes his head, and Lucifer wonders which part he’s denying more, that he’s too good for the world or that he ever even saved it. They were both there in Stull, two parts of one whole, but somehow it’s only Lucifer who remembers it for the victory it was. “It’s lucky that you don’t care. That all it would take is one decent soul to convince you it’s worth it. They don’t even have to be pure. They just have to be trying to do better, and you’ll walk into fire for them.”

“That’s just my job,” Sam downplays. 

“No, your job is to hunt. No one makes you care. You’ve chosen to do that all on your own, no matter how hard it is.” Because it is hard, even for Sam. He’s as human as the rest of them. He gets frustrated and angry and hurt. He extends kindness anyway. 

Lucifer should know. Who else would find the devil half-dead on their doorstep while trying to close Hell and still bring him in from the cold? Who else would have given him a second chance he never earned?

Sam’s grip on his shoulder falters. Lucifer leans back in until his mouth meets Sam’s again. 

“I wish I could share how I see you, Sam,” Lucifer says. “You shine so bright.” Sam laughs bitterly like Lucifer’s told a poor joke.

“I went to Hell,” he argues. “I couldn’t even finish the final trial. There’s nothing pure, nothing bright, about me.”

“Hell tried to snuff you out. The trials tried to burn you until there was nothing left. You are so much more beautiful for having survived them.” And beautiful makes Sam flinch. Something Lucifer knows for certain: before him, no one had ever called Sam that, except maybe as a joke. Handsome, sure, and he is, but he’s beautiful, too, and Lucifer needs him to believe that. He will, one day. Lucifer is nothing if not persistent.

“Why do you care so much about what I think?” Sam whispers. Lucifer bumps his forehead to Sam’s, and Sam’s hand comes up to rest on the back of his neck and hold him close.

“Someone should,” Lucifer says. He shuts his eyes and thinks for ways to make Sam understand how much this matters. It goes beyond simple pride. 

And maybe that’s how to show Sam he’s serious. 

Lucifer presses one more kiss to his lips to steel himself. His grace recoils at the vulnerability of what he wants to give Sam, but he wrestles it into obedience. Sam is blinking back tears, mostly succeeding but for one or two that glance off his cheek as they escape the tip of an eyelash. Lucifer kisses the wet spots they leave. 

Arduously, he forces himself to his knees. The very concept of him rebels against it. He sits at Sam’s feet like the dandelions beside his heels. It takes everything in him to gaze upwards at Sam and see his expression. Sam’s mouth is agape. His hair falls forward into his eyes as he looks back down at Lucifer. He can’t seem to remember how to speak, and that’s just as well because Lucifer can’t either. He reaches up for Sam’s hands and manages to capture both of them in his own.

Sam is leaning back against the wall. Lucifer tips into him. His thighs lift off of his heels as he pushes himself forward. He rests his head against Sam’s stomach.

It’s peaceful. Lucifer won’t go as far as to say that he feels like he belongs there, but it’s nostalgic, in a way. He forces the air out of his vessel’s lungs. It makes the bottom of Sam’s shirt ruffle. 

One of Sam’s hands escapes Lucifer’s. It finds its way to the back of Lucifer’s head, and the uncertain scratch of nails over his scalp settles him enough that he can speak again.

“You are good,” he tells Sam. “You are good. You are good.” He repeats himself. He’s out of practice with prayer. He hopes the mantra will do. Maybe Sam can teach him a thing or two later.

Sam listens, and maybe, Lucifer hopes, he starts to believe it.

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