#college era sam winchester

[ghomsts]

The thing is Sam is forever changed by his experiences and his sheltering from the outside world. Not only from before college but AFTER college and the later seasons. Whoever Sam Winchester was in college, we only get hints of. memories, phantoms. We will never truly know him from that point of view. we may never truly know what he lost from there. He had Jess, he had Brady for however briefly. But he also had other friends. Ones that never got quite as close. But ones who could've been close with Jess. or maybe thought I'd getting closer to him. Ones that had no way of reaching out to him after the fire and his eventual disappearance from college.

SO the Sam from college, the Sam we see gradually get drained from who Sam is as a person from the early seasons. Lives rent free in my brain. That one guy who knew him and caressed the back of his shoulders and spoke prose to him at that Halloween party. Anyone else at that Halloween party even...

Man...

I think school work felt both more tedious and yet more fun to him that searching for lore about some wicked beast of nature ever did.

[mxltifxnd0m]

wait guys... how did sam and jess afford their apartment? like we know sam got a full ride but its clearly an off campus apartment and scholarships usually don't cover that (even if they are full ride scholarships but that is to my knowledge so please correct me if im wrong)

so like did sam or jess have a job? like it's never explicitly stated that sam worked while he was at stanford and we know fuck all about jess (which im sad about bc i wanted more of her) so how could they afford an apartment in palo alto of all places 😭😭

i looked up the prices of apartments around 2005 and they aren't exactly cheap unless you're splitting the rent (which im sure that they did) but even as college students thats still pretty expensive if you're not working or living off of financial aid (even then that could run out)

this is just some food for thought

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

given that he grew up a normal life…

also these jobs are general examples, i dont know entirely enough if they are accurate

[incesthemes]

hi bestie. it’s me. ❤️ monkey emoji 🙊 or whatever can i make you talk about stanford era sam again… for me for please…

you can do anything you want to me. i can take it

i guess i don't think about Sam At Stanford all that much really? before and after for sure, but college life is boring. cannot imagine why sam wanted that so bad 💔

i do generally think he would have felt very out of place there, though. he comes from a background so wildly different from the average student: i think there would have been a lot of jealousy and yearning as he made friends and learned about the lives they got to live, basic things which were so unavailable to him. he probably would have been angry about this for a while, and it likely would have kept him distant from people. humans seek connection and we do that through shared experiences; if sam has none of those shared experiences, he would naturally be alienated from the average person, even if just subconsciously and unintentionally.

i also prefer the version of canon where sam graduated from high school at 19 and is entering his 4th year of college in the pilot, which can tack on some latent shame and humiliation about being older than his peers, especially when he's had such different life experiences from them.

i like to think that in his first year at stanford, there was some kind of small haunting on campus (or equally low-risk hunt), and sam decided to take care of it—not like he can exactly ignore it when it's on campus, after all. he gets hurt in the process and can't help but miss dean and john, and he's never felt more alone in his life than at that moment. it's important to me that he spends his first year in college standing on a cliff's edge, trying to ignore the abyss below him as he struggles to fit into society (the abyss is hunting, the abyss is family). one wrong move will send him hurtling over the edge and right back into the place he fought so hard to escape. it's stressful and agonizing because he knows he doesn't belong here but he can't go back, and it rips him apart and this low-grade, routine hunt is almost enough to send him falling into the abyss. i want it to hurt.

ultimately i think sam's experience at stanford was a challenge to him, one that forced him to realize just how little he actually knew about a "normal" life, the kind he'd only ever seen from the outside. the show seems to imply that most of sam's positive strides occurred as the result of demonic intervention (such as brady introducing sam to jessica), and so it brings me great joy to imagine him really, really struggling to fit in and find a life outside of hunting—possibly to the extent that he wouldn't have been able to at all if he'd been left to his own devices. obviously he wasn't an outcast at school, but i favor an interpretation that most of his social circle was because of demons like brady interfering in sam's life. the kid's awkward and doesn't know how to throw away his trash, okay. he's not cut out for a normal life.

also i think he brought something of dean's with him to school. a shirt that he wore regularly, maybe. a trinket. their shared toothbrush. it probably made acclimation harder, but he desperately needed the comfort when he was alone and wanting. he's never been farther than a few feet from dean at any point in his life, and suddenly dean is all the way across the country and his dorm room is far too big and cavernous, like it'll swallow him whole. and he misses his big brother.

[spn2006]

sam winchester cries to this song

[wrenwinchester]

When Sam told Millie and Dean he was going to college about a month before his fight with John (just a couple days after Millie’s 21st birthday), Millie gave Sam one of her favorite knives, a fixed blade with an ebony handle, its silver blade flecked with iron to fend off monsters.

She made him promise to keep in touch no matter what happened with J*hn. And just genuinely encouraged him.

Dean almost made Millie go with him. So their Sammy wouldn’t be alone, he understood better than Sam thinks the urge to get out, to leave the life behind. As Sam explains himself, Dean thinks back to Sonny’s, how much he wanted to stay, to get out of the life, but when he looked out that window and saw a twelve year old Sam, and a fourteen year old Millie, he couldn’t leave them, he knew how their dad was, that it wouldn’t take long for his anger to spill over towards Millie and Sam. And of course, Millie would do her best to protect Sam, to keep the worst away from him, they had made that promise to each other, but she wasn’t exactly big for her age, and she needed protecting too. Dean cried that night after Sam and Millie had gone to bed. Tears of joy that his baby brother would be able to get out of this life, sad tears for himself and the years of childhood that he lost. Tears of anger and frustration towards their father for raising them in this life.

Millie always knew more than she was supposed to, heard things she wasn’t supposed to hear, like J*hn on the phone with the cops the day Dean got caught stealing for Sammy. She had been brought on the hunt with John, “father daughter bonding time” so she was with John when he got the call. She heard the venom in his voice as he said to let Dean rot for a while, see if he learns his lesson. The officer wouldn’t have heard it, he hadn’t been listening for it since he was a child. She knew about Sonny’s, she was left with Jo and Ellen while John hunted with Bill, that was the last time she saw the Harvelles until after John disowns her. She tried to go see Dean, to go be with Sammy, but Ellen made sure she stayed put. She didn’t like what John was doing to his son, but also, her current job was to keep Millie and Jo safe, and keep the roadhouse afloat. Until John came back alone, a small apology on his lips, and she kicked him out the door while he and Millie left, despite the fact that Ellen was trying to get her to stay. She needed to go find Dean. (John kept Millie and Sam separated so she couldn’t tell Sam. Millie went along with it, and agreed with Dean and John’s decision not to tell Sam about his time at the boys home. She would have told him while Dean was at the boys home if John hadn’t kept her separate from him).

All this to say, Millie doesn’t sleep well, never really has, not since the night her mom died. Her biggest problem is falling asleep but really it’s all of it. And Dean thought she was asleep next to Sam on the other side of the motel room. But she wasn’t, she couldn’t sleep. In part because she was hurting too from Sam’s confession, but also because she knows Dean’s barely holding it together. She hears him crying, and she stays pretending that she’s asleep because she knows him. She knows her older brother, and she knows he would just clam up. Pretend he was fine, check on her. Anything to run away from his feelings. So, she waits, she waits until she’s sure he’s asleep, until his breathing evens out and there’s barely a hiccup to his breaths as he sleeps, and starts to snore, and only then does she move from the bed she was sharing with Sam for one of the last times over to the other bed that Dean had gone to bed on, so he could allow himself to cry (and also because it’s very hard for all three of them to fit in one bed anymore, with Sam being 6’2 and all gangly and limbs, and Dean being 6’ and not exactly small. And while Millie loves being squished between her brothers, and feeling loved, she likes being able to breathe in her sleep). She crawls into bed, ever the protector of her family as best as she can be, anything to ease her brothers’ pain. She puts her arms around him, and clings to him, to try and hold him together, because maybe if she can distract herself long enough, she won’t fall apart herself.

She crawls back into bed with Sam around 4 am, and doesn’t say anything to either of them about it. Sam has no idea, however, the hour that Millie slept that night snuggled next to Dean, he woke up, briefly, and started to shift, but froze when he felt Millie’s arms around him, and he just let her hold him, he could tell she had just started sleeping because she was still clinging to him. He reached up and grabbed her arm softly, reassuring her in her sleep and he felt her ease up, some tension release, but he couldn’t be sure. He was never really sure as much as he tried to be, Millie was good at hiding her emotions, even in her sleep. Dean quickly fell asleep again. His hand still reaching up to Millie’s, comforted by the fact that she was there.

When he woke up in the morning, she was already up and moving around. Sitting at the table in the room, looking at something or another. Probably more for the case, but he couldn’t be sure. (It was college stuff for Sammy, making sure he had financial aid all set up and what not (He did because it’s Sam and he was already set and prepared way before he told them.) but anyway, she had to make sure so she looked over everything he had copies of between him and Stanford.) And Dean just rolled over and went back to bed, because Dean and emotions don’t mix. In fact Winchesters and emotions don’t mix. Ever. And if they try to mix them up, it’s because one of them is dying.

[m1zumono]

‘any bright ideas, college boy?’ and then said college boy has a bright idea

[xwinchesterxlovex]

Exhale

September 24th 2001

Sam lights his last cigarette. It’s his first day of college. He can’t believe he’s even here.

He is supposed to meet up with some buddies from freshman orientation outside the chem lab. Class starts at 8:00 AM and it’s already 7:54 AM. They might be no-shows. He takes a long drag.

Sam doesn’t honestly know how people in college are supposed to behave. Unless you count the times Dean forced him to watch Animal House. If you’re going based on that, you ALWAYS skip an 8 AM, especially if it’s a Monday.

Not Sam, though. He has goals. He isn’t here on daddy’s money (laughable to even think about). He is going to quit smoking, try to make some friends, and become a lawyer. Sam is done hunting for good. He wants to make something of himself. He just wishes it didn’t mean Dean wasn’t in his life anymore.

God. He can’t even think about it. Sam knows that if he dwells, he’ll end up dropping out. All the pain of leaving, for nothing.

He lets the smoke billow from his mouth, then wipes a hand down his face, hard. Checks his watch again, 7:58 AM. He stamps out the rest of his cigarette and heads in.

-

Sam leaves his first class and pulls out his map of campus and his schedule. Next he's got freshman speech. That is definitely going to be hard. It isn't that Sam can't write a good speech. He definitely can. But, standing up there in front of everyone? His hands are sweating just thinking about it.

He rubs the back of his neck. Then he chews his nails. Cracks every knuckle. He lets out a frustrated sigh.

He pulls out his 'last' pack and lights up.

-

The next morning rolls around and Sam has the worst migraine of his existence. That includes the time Dean knocked him out cold sparring, only to later be thrown against the Impala by a ghoul. It doesn’t help that his roommate snores like an old man.

Sam had managed to cut back his smoking by half on the first day. He only had ten. Today he’ll aim for five.

He checks his schedule, then his watch. He was heading to grab some lunch at the dining hall, but he only has 18 minutes until calculus. His stomach growls.

Okay, having six won’t end the world. Sam grabs out a smoke and lights up as he walks. It’s a beautiful day, same as yesterday. It’s still weird to Sam that the only “weather” here is the occasional sprinkle. He stops outside the math building to finish his cigarette, when he notices someone is staring at him.

He ignores it. Sam isn’t a hunter anymore, there’s no reason this person could possibly be a threat. It does make him a little uncomfortable though, and his cigarette is only half gone.

The guy looks preppy. Polo shirt, khakis, the whole nine. Sam notes to himself to never, under any circumstances, dress like that guy. He might not be a hunter anymore, but no need to stray THAT far from what he knows.

Mr. Preppy saunters up to Sam as though he isn’t dressed like a little kid going to Sunday school. How cute, Sam thinks, this guy thinks he’s tough shit. Sam is ready to take this guy if he has to, but he would rather not get arrested on his second day.

“Hey man, can I get a smoke?”

“Uh, sure,” Sam hadn’t been expecting that. He pulls out his pack of Marlboros and hands one over to Mr. Preppy. He pulls out the zippo he stole from Dean and lights it.

“Thanks. I’m Brady. You?” Sam supposes he couldn’t have called him Mr. Preppy to his face, so Brady works.

“Sam. I’m Sam,” He says it around his cigarette and reaches out to shake Brady’s hand. “So, uh, are you in Calc 1 with Professor Touriev?”

“Sure am. I gotta be honest with you, Sam. Most kids who go here don’t smoke out in public. Bad for their image. They’d rather do lines at parties and stick their powdered noses up at a good cigarette,” Brady takes a long drag and closes his eyes like it’s the best thing he’s ever had.

“I’m actually trying to quit,” Sam ignores the comments about lines and powder. He doesn’t need to get mixed up in that right now. He has enough going against him.

“Oh, sure. Me too. You should try American Spirits. They’re healthier,” Sam figures he’ll have to look into that later. Maybe those could help him quit.

“We should probably head in. I think class is gonna start soon.”

They put out their cigarettes and head in, chatting about starting school and their home lives. Sam lies.

-

December 31st 2001

They’re in Brady’s dorm room getting ready and pregaming to go out when she knocks on the door. Brady lets her in and looks at Sam with a twinkle in his eye. Sam wonders what he’s up to.

“Sam, this is Jess. Jess, this is Sam. I just know we are going to be the bestest of friends,” Brady says with a big fat smile. It always amazes Sam just how outgoing Brady can be. The shots of tequila they've been taking probably don’t hurt either.

He supposes it’s a good thing since Brady is his only friend so far, but Sam really isn’t up for it. It’s bad enough that he and Brady are going out tonight.

Sam quietly gets up and offers Jess his hand, “It’s really nice to meet you Jess,” Sam hopes his smile reaches his eyes.

“You too, Sam,” Jess replies with a shy smile. Sam’s heart gives a heavy thud. Her eyes are as green as grass. It’s hard to tell around the smell of Axe body spray, but Sam smells cinnamon and whiskey on her.

Brady cuts in, clearly oblivious to the moment they’re having, “We got tequila and beer if you want something to drink.”

“No, I’m okay. I had a few shots of Fireball before I came. I’m ready to go when you guys are,” Sam is happy to hear that his senses are still sharp as ever. But, the color of Jess’s eyes and the smell of cheap whiskey make his heart hurt.

“Yeah, let’s get going. I gotta have a smoke,” Sam claims, breaking away from the group to go outside.

“Kinda seems like you took care of that already,” Jess says before he gets to the door. She must mean the weed. That was mostly Brady, Sam only had one hit.

Before Sam can respond, Brady does, “Nah, Sammy here is our resident fag enjoyer.”

Brady can be such a prick sometimes. Sam just rolls his eyes at Brady and holds up his pack of American Spirits towards Jess. He walks out without waiting.

He lights his cigarette and walks down the hall, ignoring looks from people as he passes by. Smoking inside is definitely frowned upon.

Sam chain smokes the entire way to the party.

-

11:43 PM

Sam has been sitting on the sofa, watching the people around him engage in things he only ever saw in movies, until he came to Stanford. He watches someone do an actual keg stand. Shortly thereafter, he watches a couple of blonde girls do lines of coke on the crappy coffee table.

Brady stumbles down the stairs and flops onto the couch next to him. Or rather, on half of Sam’s body.

“Dude. I’m totally gonna fuck Jess.”

“That’s nice, Brady,” Sam really isn’t in the mood to hear about his friend’s conquests. Especially not if the girl in question is Jess. Those eyes.

“Aw come on Sam, be happy for me!” Brady kisses Sam’s cheek and unsteadily stands to go back upstairs. Sam is coming to realize that he is not nearly drunk enough.

Sam gets up to get another beer and checks his watch, 11:51 PM. He hurries to the kitchen, grabs a beer from the cooler and chugs it in one go. Downs a second. Sam picks up one more, but this time, he sips it on his way out of the kitchen. His stomach feels like he’s about eight months pregnant, but he’s had worse.

He heads out to the front porch where everyone is smoking. Sam lights his 18th cigarette that day. So much for quitting.

With a beer in his hand and a cigarette between his lips, he’s transported right back to growing up with his brother, and well. John. Sam moved away from them. Yet, here he is. Same damn bad habits as his family.

As if to put the perfect bow on such a depressing line of thought, his phone starts to ring.

Sam pulls out the Nokia he bought off Brady and looks at the screen. He doesn’t have many contacts yet, so it just shows a number without a name. Sam isn’t sure if he should answer. The little screen says it’s 11:58 PM.

He clicks the answer button and puts it up to his ear.

“Hello?”

“Sammy?” Sam’s grip on his beer falters and it splatters all over his shoes.

“Dean?” He wheezes out.

“I just, uh, wanted to tell you, that I, uh… Happy New Year's, Sammy,” Dean stumbles over his words a little. He sounds miserable. Dean should never sound that way. What’s worse is that Sam knows he’s the reason.

The people around him start chanting, “Ten, nine…”

Sam is feeling the alcohol now. He needs Dean to know how much he misses him, “Dean, I’m so so sor-”

“Sam!” Jess bursts through the door behind Sam.

“Five, four…” people are still chanting as Jess grabs his face.

“Sam? I’m sorry too, okay. I miss y-” Sam thinks he hears Dean say on the phone. He can’t really hear over the fireworks now shooting overhead.

“Two, one! Happy New Year!” People all around them are yelling. Jess kisses him hard right on the lips.

Sam pulls back after a second or two, “Happy New Year’s, Jess. Please, I just need a minute.” She looks a little confused as he turns away from her.

He puts the phone back up to his ear to see if Dean is still there.

Nothing.

[mxltifxnd0m]

stanford era! sam will always be famous to me

shoutout to every stanford!Sam we will write the most nasty and wild smut about about you

[the-queen-of-hell-666]

2024 Kinktober Masterlist

I'm so sorry for not posting like at all this year but it's been a very long year. College classes started up again this fall and I'm swamped with work. This is my list for Kinktober this year. I will do my best to keep up but anywho, I hope you enjoy!

Banners by @vase-of-lilies

Key: Fluff; 🌙 // Angst; 👿 // Smut; 🔥 // Dark; 🕸️

Day 1: Deepthroating/Facesitting (Daryl Dixon (Prison Era) x Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 2: Semi-Public Sex (Ransom Drysdale x Nurse!Fem!Reader)🔥

Day 3: Knotting (Alpha!Jim Hopper x Assistant!Omega!Fem!Reader)🌙🔥

Day 4: Phone Sex (John Winchester x Hunter!Fem!Reader)🌙🔥

Day 5: Squirting (Obsessive!Perv!Billy Hargrove x Bimbo!Fem!Reader) 🔥

Day 6: Cuckolding (Shy!Jake Jensen x FemmeFatal!Fem!Reader x Franklin Clay) 🌙🔥

Day 7: Biting/Marking (Possessive!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 8: Morning Sex (CACW!Steve Rogers x Avenger!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 9: Praise Kink (Insecure!Geralt of Rivia x Healer!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 10: Mommy Kink (Needy!Johnny Storm (CE) x Mommy!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥👿

Day 11: Caught (Daryl Dixon (Prison Era) x Fem!Reader) 🔥

Day 12: Sex Toys (Lawyer!Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 13: Virginity Kink (Professor!Logan Howlett x Virgin!Mutant!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 14: Shotgunning (Needy!Ransom Drysdale x Nurse!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 15: Tentacles (Part-Kraken!Steve Rogers x Princess!Fem!Reader) 🕸️🔥

Day 16: Spanking (Johnny Storm (CE) x Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 17: Breeding (Wolf-Hybrid!Geralt of Rivia x Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 18: Tittyfucking (Wade Wilson x Plus-Sized!X-Men!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 19: Hate Sex (Erik Lehnsherr x X-Men!Fem!Reader) 👿🌙🔥

Day 20: Edging (Young!Logan Howlett (X-Men1) x Professor!Mutant!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 21: Dub-con/Non-con (Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Innocent!Fem!Reader) 🕸️👿🔥

Day 22: Stripping (CEO!Nick Fowler x Stripper!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 23: Anal Sex (Dark!Steve Kemp x Innocent!Fem!Reader) 🕸️👿🔥

Day 24: Pegging (Brat!Wade Wilson x Mean!Dom!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 25: Lactation (Dad!Steve Rogers x Mom!Pregnant!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 26: Age Difference (Older!Daryl Dixon (Alexandria Era) x 20s!Sunshine!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 27: Gagging (Mob!Bucky Barnes x Bimbo!Fem!Reader)

Day 28: DP in One Hole (CEO!Married!Stucky x Assistant!Fem!Reader)

Day 29: Gloryhole (Jim Hopper x Fem!Reader)

Day 30: Panty Raid/Panty Kink (Shy!Perv!Jake Jensen x Slight!Perv!Fem!Reader)

Day 31: Videoing (Camboy!Eddie Munson x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader)

[samwinchesterswifu]

Unwritten (Sam Winchester x Reader) Blurb Fluff

Early seasons era

Song Inspo: "Unwritten" by Natasha Bedingfield

Warnings: holy mother of CUTENESS!!

MINORS DNI

A/N: oh my god. oh my god. This one is so damn cheesy but I loved writing it !!!! also, i love love love early seasons sammy!!

Word Count: 472

Summary: A night out, a drunken dance floor and nothing but the emotions around them.

A night out after a successful hunt was exactly what all three of them needed. Grabbing a table at a random ran down bar, the each start to take in shot after shot. Dean was down 6 or 7 at this point. She had lost count after the 4th one and Sam seemed reasonably sober. Sam looked dazzling in the bar light. Grinning at any joke he made.

She had the biggest crush on Sam since they were younger. Of course, life as a hunter got in the way of things but her feelings for Sam never left. She never really got to experience the college side of Sam but he shined through from time to time. After a few more shots, the music of the bar was really starting to flow through her. They had a tiny dance floor with a few other patrons dancing along to whatever song was on.

But then, she heard the classic opening of “Unwritten” and squealed. Not really one for pop, this is one of the only songs that really got her going. Standing up, she held her hand out to Sam.

“Come on Sammy! Come dance with me!” She says in a semi-high pitched voice.

Sammy laughs, “Y/N you’re drunk.”

“So?” She drags at, taking a look over at Dean who was making his moves on one of the girls at the bar.

“Deans not gunna care!” She yells over the music.

Sam groans, getting up and taking her hand. She drags him to the dance floor. Practically shoving others out of the way and Sam apologizing for her behavior. She begins to sway her hips to the beat, singing along. Sam just standing there awkwardly. She puts out both hands, encouraging him to grab them, which he does and she sways the two of them. Her cheeks were growing hot with blush as she felt the liquor flow through her. Giving her liquid encouragement.

But slowly and surely, Sam was starting to let loose to the song. He was taking the lead, grabbing her hips and pulling her flushed against him. Both of them laughing at the silliness of their dancing. Sam throws her out for a spin, and brings her back in.

The part of the song with the choir comes on after colliding back into Sam. The two of them stand there for a few moments, staring into each other’s eyes. The world around them seemingly disappeared. She grins brightly at him.

Then, Sam dips down and connects their lips in a kiss that sends lighting like shocks through her body. Almost like resetting her entire anatomy. They held the kiss as the song heads towards the end. Leaning away at the final notes, and each having the biggest grin plastered on their face.

Yeah, maybe this is where the book begins.

[wincestbigbang]

2024 Master Post

Title: The Choiceless Hope Author: amypond45 Artist: morokollisyo Other Pairing: Sam/Multiple other Deans Rating: R Warning/Spoilers: temporary major character death, infidelity, if you want to call it that when Sam has sex with other versions of his brother, grief & mourning, angst with a happy ending Summary: After Dean’s death in the barn, Sam’s grief drives him to use portal magic to travel to other universes to find other Deans, looking for one to help him get through the years until he can be reunited with his soulmate in Heaven. Art: Live Journal | Ao3 Story: Live Journal | Ao3

Title: Your Moon Holding Up My Sky Author: masoena Artist: girlsvmonsters Rating: Explicit Warnings/Spoilers: Graphic Depictions of Violence/Omegaverse Summary: Sam and Dean make it back from the Bad Place (S13E09) with minor scratches but as the weeks move on, Sam becomes ever more protective of Dean and flies of the handle far more easily than is normal for him. When Dean is hurt during a hunt things come to a head and they dive into research trying to work out what led to Sam being not only more possessive and territorial over Dean but before they can really work out what is happening a fundamental change happens to Sam that puts Dean in danger. How can the reconcile what Sam has become with the lives they lead? Art: Ao3 | Tumblr Story: Ao3 | Tumblr

Title: Put Us Back Together At Heart Author: fictionallemons Artist: MidnightSilver Rating: M Warnings/Spoilers: Implied/Referenced Suicide Attempt Summary: Dean wakes up in a hospital with no memory of who he is and only one clue–a letter he wrote to someone named Sam. He goes to California looking for answers and finds a tall, gorgeous college kid.Damn, Dean has good taste.***A Stanford-era amnesia fic with a happy ending. Art: Ao3 Story: Ao3

Title: Five Times Sam and Dean Didn’t Have a Quickie and One Time They Did Author: runedgirl Artist: blindswandive Rating: NC-17 Warnings/Spoilers: Lots of longing and a happy ending Summary: Sam and Dean have been denying their feelings for each other for a long time. Every now and then, they’re almost too much to push away, and things alllllmost go too far. And then, inevitably, one night after a hunt, high on adrenaline and each other, in the Impala’s back seat under the moonlight… Art: Live Journal Story: Live Jornal | Ao3

Title: Strip It Down Author: talltalesandbedtimestories Artist: MidnightSilver Rating: Explicit Warnings/Spoilers: Physical Assault by Monster on Dean, Attempted Sexual Assault by Monster on Dean, Drunk Dean Winchester, Dubious Consent, Smut Summary: Dean and Sam are under Crowley’s thumb in an effort to get Sam reunited with his soul. The Alpha monster hunting leads to a case involving shifting and stripping.

Dean’s back on the road with not quite his brother after a year with Lisa and Ben. Sam struggles with what it means to be a facsimile in Dean’s eyes and if he’d truly be better off put back together again. Feelings Dean’s buried long ago return. Can the Winchesters strip it all down with each other? Art: Ao3 Story: Ao3

Title: Scents of Home Author: sam_is_my_safeword Artist: malefantasy Rating: NC-17 Warnings/Spoilers: genderfluid character, genderfluid Dean Winchester, gay Dean Winchester, pansexual character, Pansexual Sam, feminine Dean Winchester, Masculine Dean Winchester, hmophobia, homophobic language, Summary: Home means a lot of different things to different people. For Sm, when he thinks of hom, he thinkgs of his brother. They've both changed a lot over the years, learned a lot about themselves and each other. But no matter where they are, as long as they're together, it's home. Art: Live Journal Story: Tumblr | Ao3

Title: Brothers Sun Wincest AU Author: amusawale Artist: 2blueshoes Rating: R Warnings/Spoilers: None Apply Summary: Brothers Sun but make it Steam Punk. Stanford Era Sam. Dean is a gangster in Chicago with his father. Mary is alive and lives with Sam.

Sam does not know about Dean. Art: Ao3 Story: Ao3

Title: Broken Trust Author: jdl71 Artist: i-already-know-im-going-2-hell Rating: Explicit Warnings/Spoilers: Alternative Universe, Alpha/Beta/Omega, Alpha/Omega, Ghosts, Minor Character Deaths, Salt and Burns, Grave Digging, Murder, Alpha Sam Winchester, Omega Dean Winchester, Knotting, Claiming Bite, Claiming, Sibling Incest, Pining, Lies, Betrayal, Separation, Heats, Psychics, Vengeful Spirits, Binding Spell, Memories, Hurt Sam Winchester, Angry Sam Winchester, Possessive Sam Winchester, Hurt Dean Winchester, Sick Dean Winchester, Upset Dean Winchester, Angry Dean Winchester, Mated Sam and Dean Winchester, Drinking, Pool Playing, Diners, Bars, Non-Consensual Touching - Not between Sam and Dean Summary: After discovering Dean’s betrayal, Sam walks out on the omega, needing time to come to terms with what his mate has done. Feeling the loss of his alpha, Dean tries to bury himself in a case, only to come face-to-face with Sam when he arrives in Lily Dale. So many questions are raised when they see each other after being separated. Can they find a way to work together and solve the case? Is their bond broken or just buried under unresolved feelings of hurt and betrayal? How can Sam see past his anger and forgive Dean when the trust between them has been broken? Can Dean win back Sam’s trust? In the end, one thing is certain, buried under all the hurt and anger are two hearts calling out to each other. Art: Ao3 Story: Ao3

Title: every man you’ve ever been Author: according2thelore Artist: bluefire986 Rating: Explicit Warnings/Spoilers: no archive warnings, but non-graphic suicide attempts (in the context of escaping a djinn dream) Summary: Dean blinks up at Sam with big green eyes and curls his hand into a fist, nails biting into the tough skin of his palm. It’s a nervous habit that Sam hasn’t seen in…years. His face, outside of the furrow in his brow, is unlined. Panic makes Sam’s voice unleveled as he asks,

“Dean…what year is it?”

Dean shakes his head. “It’s 2006.”

Sam stares at his brother. His brother is twenty-six years old.

Or: A magical object in the bunker swaps a 26 y/o Dean and a 40 y/o Dean. A confused Sam—who has been in a relationship with his Dean for a few years—tries to pick up the pieces, and send this younger Dean back to his own time. Things are complicated further when 26y/o!Dean thinks the reason things are too good to be true is because he’s in a djinn dream, and he’s torn between staying and going back at all costs. Art: Live Journal | Ao3 Story: Ao3

Title: nothing is without poison Author: demonbloodboyking Artist: 2blueshoes Other Pairing: Dean/John (mentioned) Rating: Explicit Warnings/Spoilers: S6,Soulless Sam Winchester, dubcon, John Winchester (mentioned), underage sexual abuse (mentioned) Summary: Dean finds out Sam doesn’t have a soul inside of him and wants to remedy the situation as soon as possible. Before he can figure out a plan, Sam blindsides him by calling Dean out on their desires for each other - desires they both know have lurked inside of them for as long as they can remember. Dean lets Sam manhandle him into acting on their feelings, hating himself for doing or saying nothing to stop Sam. After Sam gets re-soulled by Death, Dean knows that it would be dangerous to talk about what happened, but Sam soon gets Castiel to spill the beans and, in turn, to keep Sam from digging at the truth himself, Dean talks to Sam about what happened between them. During the conversation, Dean tries to avoid talking about his own trauma regarding the way John treated him, but Sam tells Dean that he saw those moments but had always waited to see whether Dean brought it up or wanted it to remain repressed. Sam tells him that they need each other in order to heal and Dean agrees that they should let themselves have one more time together before they stop, knowing sometimes the only way out is through. Art: Ao3 Story: Ao3

Title: let your colors bleed and blend with mine Author: sixtysevenautomatic Artist: amberdreams Warnings/Spoilers: Fix-It of Sorts, Fuck Or Die, Bottom Sam Winchester, Topping from the Bottom, Blood Magic, Sex Magic, Supernatural Illnesses, Lack of Communication, Mutual Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary: Sam is so close to completing the Trials, he can taste it—but Dean finds out it'll kill him to do it, and in typical Dean fashion, does something incredibly stupid to stop that from happening. So Sam has to find a fix for the fix. What he finds will both fulfill his darkest fantasies and reveal his best-kept secret, but it's worth it to save Dean's life. He just hopes he's enough. Art: Live Journal | Ao3 | Dreamwidth Story: Ao3

Title: One Way or Another Author: samanddean76 Artist: bluefire986 Rating: NC-17 Warnings/Spoilers: Alternate Universe, Stanford Era, Alpha/Beta/omega Dynamics, Omega Dean Winchester, Alpha Sam Winchester, Hurt Dean Winchester, Protective Sam Winchester, Canon-Typical Violence, Rape/Non-Con Elements, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-Con, Non-Graphic Rape/Non-Con, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Implied Mpreg, Transformation, Collars, Dean Winchester Whump, True Mates, Revenge, Or Justice, Alpha John Winchester, Omega Mary Winchester, background John/Mary, Alpha Zachariah, background Zachariah/Mary (past rape), Alpha Dick Roman, Alcoholic John Winchester, Minor Character Death, Eventual Happy Ending Summary: Dean woke up in the hospital, bruised, battered, and a newly turned Omega. His life had been left in shambles, and his only hope was that Sam would leave Stanford and come back to mate the brother that he hadn’t seen in four years. Not since the day of Sam and John’s last big fight.

Sam received the dire news and promptly put his life on hold, so that he could help Dean, the big brother who had done everything to protect him growing up. Knowing that he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he allowed Dean to be put up for auction where he would be sold to the highest bidder.

Together the boys work to unravel the mystery surrounding the disappearance of their father, Dean’s assault, and the long-buried secrets that their pack was desperate to keep hidden away. Knowing that the only way they could live their lives was if the truth was brought out into the blinding light of day. Art: Live Journal | Ao3 Story: Tumblr | Ao3

Title: Your Ghost Author: D4tD Artist: Morokolli Other Pairing: Sam/Lucifer (non-consensual) Rating: Mature Warnings/Spoilers: Rape/Non-Con, Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Season 13 AU, 13x21 Beat the Devil, 11x14 The Vessel, Sam Winchester Lacks Bodily Autonomy, Hurt Sam Winchester, Cage Trauma, Not Lucifer Friendly, Alternative Vessels, Body Switching, Established Relationship, Incest, Consensual Established Wincest, No Apocalypse World Hunters, Whump, Angst, Demon Trash Party, Unreliable Narrator, Other Background Pairings, Self-Acceptance, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat Summary: Dean forces a chuckle. “Sam, what’s a different meatsuit and a few less memories gonna change?“ Sam is dead in Moorehead Tunnel and doesn’t come back. Then Lucifer is dead… and perhaps Sam isn’t. Art: Live Journal Story: Ao3

Title: Drag Out From Your Mouth Author: runawaydr3amerao3 Artist: i-already-know-im-going-2-hell Other Pairing: Demon!Dean/Sam Rating: Explicit Warnings/Spoilers: NSFW Art, Season/Series 12 Spoilers, Alternate Universe - Not Related, Epistolary, Angst With a Happy Ending, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Uncircumcised Dean Winchester, Top Dean Winchester/Bottom Sam Winchester, Needy Bottom Sam Winchester, Service Top Dean Winchester, Demon Dean Winchester, Alcohol, Dubious Consent, Uncircumcised Dean Winchester, Rape/Non-Con Elements, Stealthing, Feminization, Anal Sex, Dean Winchester Tries His Best, Texting, Panic Attacks, Phone Calls & Telephones, Sam Winchester Has Better Mental Health Than I Do, Body Horror, Wound Fucking, Praise Kink, Nude Photos, Sexting, Dirty Talk, Dick Pics, Dean Winchester’s Soft Tum, Foreskin Play, Blow Jobs, Rimming (Full Tags On AO3) Summary: Sam’s done with a hunt, but he’s left with an itch to scratch. There’s a bar in town that seems gay friendly enough, although the company he finds there is…well, good thing he’s looking for a fuck, not a friend.

After a night he ends up wishing he could exorcize from his memory, he finds himself six months down the road, in another town and another bar–for hunters this time, not hookups–looking at a familiar, unwelcome face. And, boy, does it have a story to tell him. Art: Tumblr | Ao3 Story: Tumblr | Ao3

Title: Big Brother, Little Brother Author: hootiepgh Artist: bluefire986 Rating: NC-17 Warnings/Spoilers: Original Male Character(s), Ruby, Major Supernatural Characters Mentioned Summary: Prompt: SPN AU where everything is exactly the same but instead of the samulet, Sam gifts this to Dean. (And they wear them for the entire 15 seasons.) For a picture of the alternate jewelry, please refer to the attached artwork. Art: Live Journal | Ao3 Story: Ao3

Title: Mark of My Soul Author: brokenwing_17 Artist: Outofnowhere82 Rating: Mature Warnings/Spoilers: Omega Sam Winchester, Alpha Dean Winchester, True Mates, Implied Mpreg, Post Mpreg, Sam Winchester's Demonic Powers Summary: Their bond was unlike any other mating bond it was far stronger not only were they true mates but they were also soulmates. It was rare a bonding indeed.

Dean is in Hell after trading his soul to bring back Sam and Sam will do anything to save Dean even embrace his powers. Art: Tumblr Story: Ao3

[daffodil-mania]

The Itch

Stanford era!Sam Winchester x fem!Reader. Swearing, sexually suggestive/explicit language, mentions of drugs and alcohol. No smut (yet); this one’s a good ole fashioned slow burn. Takes place around 2002-ish

Author’s notes: Helloooo! I said I had something longer, and here it is. I intend on turning this into a multi-part fic, so keep your peepers peeled! I didn’t post sooner because while I had ideas for this fic, nothing was really clicking for me. However, @uncouth-the-fifth recently shared some Sam AI chatbots she’d made (which I highly recommend you use btw) and after using one of them my creative juices started flowing again, and out popped this fic. Enjoy!

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The air is thick with the competing smells of booze, weed, and sweat. Some fratbro’s shitty spin on house music is booming at a deafening volume throughout the house, and all around you people are drinking, grinding; generally having the kind of time you’d expect at a frat party. It’s Valentine’s Day, so the amount of couples making out in corners has increased drastically, much to your chagrin. Your friends had dragged you here under the pretense that you all needed to blow off some steam after another grueling week of tests and homework. You have to admit, the idea had been tempting; you don’t consider yourself a party person, but you’d had this itch to do something outside of your normal routine. The itch had developed suddenly a week ago while you were standing in line at your favorite coffee place, debating on ordering your regular cup of joe or really spicing it up and asking for a shot of espresso when you saw him.

He was good-looking, sure; tall, despite his seated position at one of the tables, broad-shouldered and well-built with these soft hazel eyes that just screamed “kicked puppy in need of someone to take care of me”. But none of that is what kept your gaze on him. No, as ridiculous as it sounds, it was his hands. Huge, muscular hands that made your mouth water just thinking about them. Ten long, thick fingers that dexterously flew across his keyboard as he typed. You were hit with a barrage of hand-related fantasies ranging from dirty to holy fuck that’s dirty when the barista cleared her throat and brutally snapped you back to reality, causing you to stammer out an apology and place your drink order with haste.

Ever since then, you’d been haunted by the memory of those hands and felt “the itch”, as you called it. It was an aching want that existed deep in your gut, and it demanded satisfaction. It clawed at you, showing you images of those ginormous hands pawing you, squeezing your neck, your tits, anything they could reach. You’d done your best to resist, throwing yourself into your coursework, hoping desperately that if you ignored the itch it would go away. But it didn’t. So here you are, at a frat party, trying to find a way to scratch your itch so that the ghost of those hands could be put to rest and stop tormenting you.

You take a sip of the drink you’ve been nursing all night in a secluded corner of the living room and make a face. It tastes like piss and vodka’s evil offspring. You look around for a place to abandon your solo cup, but decide that you should properly dispose of it so no one knocks it over, or worse, drinks it. You crane your neck over the sea of sweaty, horny college students and map a path to the kitchen. Your friends had abandoned you long ago in favor of going onto the floor to dance, so your trip to the kitchen will have to be a solo mission. You take a deep breath, mustering up your courage and preparing yourself for the bumpy journey ahead, and plunge into the crowd. Things are going smoothly enough and it looks like you’ll actually make it to the kitchen unscathed when someone suddenly slams into you. Thankfully, you’re pushed into a sorority girl, so you manage to not eat shit or get trampled to death. Unfortunately, this crushes your drink against your chest, drenching the entire front of your top. Miraculously, the sorority sister is spared, and she doesn’t even seem to register the fact that she’s been bumped into.

You turn around to glare at whoever just ruined your favorite shirt and come face-to-face with a solid wall of muscle. You have to look up to get a good look at your assailant, and you see it’s him. The guy from the coffee shop. All of your anger is quickly replaced by an interesting cocktail of shock, embarrassment, and need. You thought he was big in the coffee shop, but standing before him now makes it clear just how fucking massive this guy is. He clears six feet easily, and you can tell he’s got miles of muscle underneath the henley he’s layered under a faded tee shirt.

You manage to drag your eyes away from his chest and see that all of the color has drained from his face, puppy-dog eyes apologetic and wide with shock. He’s speaking to you, but with your height difference and the ear-splitting music you can’t hear him. You pull a confused expression and have to shout “what?” a few times over the music before it gets through to him that you can’t hear a fucking word he’s said. He looks around quickly, then gestures for you to follow him. You do, confusion and nerves swirling around sickly in your stomach. Eventually he leads the two of you to a quieter corner of the room, and resumes his rapid-fire apologizing. “Jesus, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to bump into you, I swear, I was just trying to get away from my friend who kept trying to introduce me to this girl and I—“

You hold up a hand to silence him and force yourself to smile. “It’s okay, shit happens, I get it.” He shakes his head, unsatisfied with your response. “No, no, seriously. I feel awful about your shirt—“ you don’t miss the way his eyes dart down to look at your front, and you realize with a blush that he could probably see down your v-neck if he wanted to, “—and I really want to make it up to you. I have an extra shirt in my car if you want to change, and I’ll get you a new drink, I promise.”

The poor guy looks like he’s about to have an anxiety attack, so you wave your hand again before laying it on his arm. His eyes snap to where your hand has curled around his forearm and you jerk it away, uncertain of what possessed you to touch him. Great, now he thinks I’m some kind of perv. You clear your throat before you start talking again. “Um, yeah, a-a new shirt would be cool. Oh, but don’t worry about the drink though; it uh, it sucked. I was actually on my way to get rid of it when you bumped into me, so maybe spilling it was a blessing in disguise.” Jesus Christ, you’re rambling and stuttering like a kid asking out their high school crush. You nervously tuck some loose hair behind your ear and try to inhale some calming breaths, cringing at your social ineptitude, and look up at him. He’s smiling kindly, revealing two adorable dimples that make you want to melt into a warm gooey puddle on the floor.

“Yeah, I tried one of the drinks earlier; I don’t know what was in it but it was not good.” He scrunches up his face and pretends to gag, which pulls some genuine laughter out of you. His grin gets wider and it makes his eyes crinkle, and this has your stomach doing somersaults and your pussy clenching around nothing. The song changes and after a smiley beat passes he leans in a little closer and tells you his name. “My name’s Sam,” he practically shouts into your ear, “Sam Winchester.” You turn your head ever so slightly so you can give him your name in return. “Y/N L/N. Nice to meet you.” Sam straightens up and you extend a hand for him to shake. He accepts, enveloping your hand in one of his gigantic palms. You fight to keep a blush off of your cheeks. Your hands fall, but he doesn’t release you. Instead, he gives your hand a small tug, and nods over his shoulder. “C’mon. I’ll take you to my car.”

You dutifully trail behind him, your hand still wrapped up in his. If you weren’t appreciative of Sam’s height before, you are now; he effortlessly parts the throng of people around you, allowing the two of you to walk to the door with ease. And it’s only when the two of you step out into the chill of the February night air that he lets go of your hand, which you try not to read into. You cross your arms over your chest to trap some of the warmth that is rapidly escaping your body, your still-wet top clinging coldly to your frame. There are a few wasted stragglers on the lawn, and the music starts to fade as Sam leads you to his car. You’re mildly surprised when you see what it is; a black Honda Civic sedan. It’s a newer model, but it’s nothing fancy. You get the sense that while Sam isn’t very materialistic, he takes pride in his possessions and their upkeep. He pops open the trunk as you rub your arms, wishing that you had opted for more layers than just your v-neck long sleeve and a lacy camisole. You glance back at the house, wondering what your friends are doing as Sam goes through the trunk. After a minute he produces a black Metallica tee. You accept it gratefully and smile at him, cocking an eyebrow. “Metallica? You’ve got good taste.”

Sam clears his throat and awkwardly looks at his feet, his expression a bit pained. “Actually, it is… was… my brother’s.” He says, looking up at you through his bangs. You nod, and decide against probing for more information. He’s a stranger doing you a kindness; you don’t need to know about whatever family history that is capable of eliciting such a reaction from him. You glance at the road and then back at the house before looking at Sam. Your cheeks feel warm. “Um, do you mind covering me? Sorry, I know that—“

Sam cuts you off, flustered. “No, god yeah, of course. I’m so sorry, I didn’t even think.” He admits sheepishly, redness creeping up his cheeks as he rubs the back of his neck. You shake your head. “It’s okay, really. Um, and thank you, for the shirt, I mean. You really didn’t have to.” His expression softens and he gives a small shrug of his shoulders. “‘Course I did. I’m the one who bumped into you like a total jerk. This is the least I can do.” His response only serves to intensify your burgeoning crush on him.

You both stand there for a minute, just looking into each other’s eyes, something similar to tension but too clumsy and new to be called that building between you. A fierce shiver courses through you, and Sam apparently remembers that you asked him to cover you. He maneuvers the two of you so that the car is blocking you from any prying eyes lurking on the street, and he places himself in front of you to shield you from the people in the house. He turns his back to you, giving you some more privacy, and you murmur a quick thank you as a burst of heat goes straight to your core.

You quickly shed yourself of both your camisole and your top, thankful to be in a dry shirt that doesn’t reek of alcohol any more. You tap his arm to let him know when you’re done, and he turns to face you. He sees that you’re still shivering and wordlessly goes back to his trunk, leaving you a bit perplexed and holding your sopping bundle of shirts in your hands. He pulls out a gray zip-up hoodie and stands before you again. “You look cold,” he says, obviously. It’s a sweet gesture, and it makes your heart flutter in your chest. Sam holds his hand out for your shirts so that you can pull on his hoodie, and you swap your bundles. As you pull on the hoodie, you tell him, “I really do appreciate what you’re doing for me. Most people would’ve just let me freeze.” You chuckle quietly, racking your brain for some other way to express your gratitude without sounding like a broken record.

Sam shakes his head, and another sweet, sympathetic smile graces his face. “Y/N, again, it was the least I could do, believe me.” You nod, and then gesture vaguely for your shirts. “Oh, right,” he says with a small laugh, adorably absentminded, and hands them over. As you go to take them, your fingertips brush against his, and you feel like you’ve been electrocuted. Deliciously, wonderfully electrocuted. The contact causes you to jerk your hand away, dropping the shirts. “Shit, sorry—“ you curse, and the two of you drop to your knees simultaneously to retrieve them. Your hands meet again, but this time the contact lingers. You lift your head to find Sam’s eyes boring into yours, his lips slightly parted, his cheeks flushed. And that’s when you feel it again.

The itch.

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Author’s notes: I know this wasn’t a *super* long fic but I’m slowly pushing myself to write longer stuff. One of these days I’ll write something longer than 2,000 words, I promise. Anyways, thanks for reading!

[multifandom-26]

Maybe an angry sprit isn’t so bad S.W

Sam Winchester x female reader s1/s2 era Sam. No warnings I don’t think besides normal supernatural stuff and kissing. Let me know if it’s bad lol. Archeology reader AU.

Sam, Dean, y/n

7:48 A.M 📍the impala

Are we almost there at least? Sure are Sammy welcome to college, he says looking ahead at the campus. So dad sent us to this location because?. Because jerk it’s some sort of artifact that apparently caused a spirit to be stuck and pissed off. So what were just walk around campus asking hey who’s got any ancient artifacts lying around? Sam laughs. Dean sighs no, and I thought you were the smart one, but they have one of the best archeological programs in the U.S so maybe we find an archeology major who’s been on a trip recently. Sam nods, yeah I guess but how do we know who’s even apart of the program. don’t worry I’ll handle that just wait here. As Dean goes inside Sam sits in the car looking around, he gets a sad feeling and reminisces on his college time. He won’t admit it but he does wish he could’ve just done both or not hunted at all. Soon enough Dean comes back out with a list of names and addresses. They go from one dorm to another to an apartment complex and then to another one when they see from the street in front of it that the lights are going on and off. Sam looks up this must be our one. Dean laughs yeah or the electrician did a terrible wiring job. They head inside and get to the room number on the paper they knock then hear a few things slam around inside before a girl opens it. The boys look down at the girl and go are you Y/N Y/L/N she nods and responds with and you are? Dean clears his throat um we’re museum curators, and we heard you’ve got a very interesting piece of pottery. The girl nods still confused they can tell. Sam takes the lead now, as Dean is thinking. “May we come in” Y/N looks up at them, tell me why your really here first and maybe, you know stranger danger and all that but lying to? They laugh Dean smiles, you wouldn’t believe us if we told you even. Y/N smirks try me, I’m an archeology major I’ve heard of every urban legend, detailed myths, and cruses you could think of. They exchange looks, Dean just shakes his head and goes fine but we can’t just exactly say this shit in a hallway. She sighs and invites them in. Whatever was in here calmed down a bit at least.

8:23 am 📍y/n apartment

So you’re an archeology major what’s that like Dean asks. Sam rolls his eyes at his brother , y/n laughs um it’s pretty cool I get to go on digs in the summer last place I went was Serbia then Guam. Really Sam asks now more interested, yeah she smiles it’s amazing, you get to travel, research, and learn about the past which is all I’ve ever wanted to do. Dean smiles we uh kind of do that too, well not to your level but same idea. Sam clear his throat, you said you know about urban legends, myths etc.. what do you think this is? Y/N laughs slow down first who are you guys really, and why are you so interested in whatever is going on with the cursed pottery. Sam looks over to Dean and they just nod, well I’m sam and this my older brother Dean we uh.. we hunt the supernatural. Y/N laughs covering her mouth, uh sorry I didn’t mean to laugh but I knew you weren’t museum curators. Dean looks at her, you’re not freaked out? Not really she smiles it’s interesting besides it’s not my first run in with an angry spirit and awakening something. The boys both now are staring at her, in sync they go this happened before. Y/N shrugs I mean yeah kind of apart of the job. Now I have some books about the pottery piece where and whose it’s associated with so maybe that will help. But we cannot destroy it.

10:36 AM 📍 on the way to diner.

I’m so exhausted, and hungry, I feel like I haven’t eaten in days. . You literally ate this morning and We’re on our way to a literal diner right now if you didn’t remember Sam reminds him. Y/N sits in the back seat quietly and looks out the window and says to turn here and there when they need. They arrive and sit in a booth, what made you want to bring that thing back with you anyways and how did you get it through airport security? Y/N laughs, well it was cool and I was doing a report on it and I am supposed to bring it back to New York for the head researches to do whatever with it but I hit a writing and research block, and for the airport security I have an archeological pass for certain items to be brought through. You do need to get a shit ton of stuff signed through saying all of the info and they’re allowing you to take it out of the country. Dean smiles makes sense, Sam clears his throat so uh, a writing block he says. The girl sighs, yeah I mean it’s been days and I just can’t seem to say what I wanna say and my researching has not been the best. Do you think it’s because of the object Sam asks. She sighs I mean maybe but, I’m also just under a lot of stress right now too with finals and everything and I have one more semester before I graduate so it’s a bit nerve wracking. The boys both shoot her a look of sympathy at her words. Throughout the rest of their meal and chat Dean notices Sam staring at the girl, smiling, and being more bubbly than usual. They leave and head back to y/n’s apartment.

1:07PM 📍y/n’s place

The three sit and stare at the vase, y/n explains the history on it and then tells them she thinks it’s associated with the spirit, As there sitting and reading and writing on post it’s, the piece falls to the floor out of nowhere but dosent break. They sit still almost waiting for another thing to happen just make it sure it wasn’t a weird mishap. Then the lights flicker, and piece goes flying across the room and she appears. A woman, and at that an angry looking one. The boys start grabbing their stuff they make a salt ring around the woman as she just stands there staring at y/n. It then speaks the word return. Y/n is directly behind Sam and at hearing the woman’s words she grabs onto his arm out of fear. Sam feels it and his face heats up, but he smiles, don’t worry we’re not gonna let her get you. Or us. Dean yells do not forget we’re also here and apart of this now Sammy.. obviously sam rolls his eyes. The woman tries to move closer to them but is stopped by the salt ring. Return she says again. Y/N steps out, you return the woman yells again. Y/n picks up the pottery holding it, was this yours? The woman nods. Y/n smiles it’s beautiful, really amazing work. What’s your name? Sofia the woman replies, well Sofia you must have worked hard on this. The woman nods, as y/n is distracting her Sam and Dean start chanting and the woman groans than shrieks a black cloud coming out of her mouth and then she is gone. They all stand staring at where she was, nice work guys y/n smiles. Kinda our thing Dean laughs.

5PM 📍 the apartment

So I wanted to thank you guys for everything today, so… I made steak. Steak! Dean asks excitedly. Yes Y/n smiles. Thank you really, for all of this for helping, the food, and talking to her. Sam smiles. Y/N looks down blushing a bit oh it was nothing. They sit down and eat mindlessly chatting away. Telling Y/N about where they’ll be going next probably and she tells them she can’t wait till next week when finals are done and the summers hers. She is sad though she’s gonna miss them especially Sam, the one she couldn’t keep her eyes off, ever since he appeared in her doorway, the one who thought about her safety, laughed at her jokes, thanked her for the help. Sam… she was going to miss him for sure. Dean noticed her eyeing him as well at points, like now she seemed lost in thought and staring at him. You guys done with your plates, Dean asks getting up. Yeah you and Sam reply hanging them to him. Y/N speaks first, so you guys leave tomorrow morning? Sam sighs yeah, you know always moving. She nods. Y/n laughs I wish I could come, it sounds kinda fun what you guys do, heroic. Sam smiles, yeah me to it would be a refreshing break from having just Dean around. Speaking of him you laugh, where did he go? I thought to put the plates in the kitchen he would’ve been back by now my apartment isn’t big. He could’ve snuck out and went to the bar. Oh okay well it’s just me and you I guess than, do you want anything to dri- y/n gets cut off when Sam kisses her, shocked at first she then kisses back, deepening the kiss she puts her hands around his neck and scoots even closer to him. He wraps his arms around her waist, they break apart after a bit. Sorry he smiles I just I’ve been wanting to do that the whole day but I was nervous that you didn’t like me and I actually still don’t know but- hey she smiles I like you I’ve liked you since you walked through that door this morning. He smiles well in that case, he leans in and kisses her again.

9pm📍the couch

Sitting on Sam’s lap leaning against him, you’re both watching tv you are slowly drifting to sleep. The door opens with the key Dean swiped, Dean steps in and smiles silently pumping his fist, he pulls out his phone and snaps a photo.

7am the next morning:

Come with us when you’re finished we’ll drive back and pick you up even Sam states. The girl smiles, I mean you know it’s my summer, and I’m gonna do this she smiles. Sam hugs her, I can’t wait to see you again. Me to she sighs, I’ll miss you. The pair kiss before he gets in the car and the boys head off. Maybe having an angry spirit in your house isn’t so bad after all.

[sammygender]

saw your post about fic rec lists. do you have any spn fic recs? 5 spn fics to read before you die? or sam-centric fics, especially set in the first 5 seasons/pre-canon? (that last is just me telling on my own preferences, lol)

literally 95% of the supernatural fic i read is pre-canon and almost all of it is, if not sam-centric, then sam-heavy. so. not all of the fics r necessarily 100% my interpretation, especially in regards to john takes, but theyre all really excellent

The Very First Stone by road_rhythm. LOVE this one so much. read if you want excellent characterisation of all 3 winchesters, gorgeous writing and a genuinely gripping narrative. set one summer when sam and dean are teenagers, feels the most like an actual novel of any of the fics on this list. also really like the john in this

Run Aground by themegalosaurus. devastatingly good casefic set just before sam leaves for stanford

Ways We Stay Alive by yet_intrepid. read if you dont mind a particularly awful john - this ones emotionally tough, heed tags. training exercise fic!

Emergency On Planet Earth by EudociaCovert. SO obsessed with this concept and little kid sammy. tldr sam is worried john's a serial killer

is it cheating if i rec my own fics? whatever, i will anyway - my fic series is all precanon and often sam-centric, the most sam-centric ones are probably waiting for the day they escape, a perfect body, a perfect soul, and my personal favourite something soon, where sam keeps having dreams about patricide.

im also really fond of

8 early drafts of Sam Winchester's college application essay and the one he sent to Stanford (the sweet little blonde jam) . oneshot, is what it says on the tin. love their relationship in this

Wound and Unwound by fascra - love this fic soo much. if you want to get into the mind of fucked up teenage sam, this is for you. careful on the tws on this one it delves into eating disorders very heavily

No Child Left Behind by Zeke21 - more dean-centric but has really excellent sam too, beautifully written and feels very real and grounded, heed tags though.

Terrible Liars by panfriedeggs. stanford era jess pov, dean comes to stay.

Nickel and Dime by Linden - outsider pov, CPS gets called on the winchesters. love this one. tagged sam/dean but its just gen

The Prettiest Princess - set after its a very spn christmas (the precanon part). both very cute and very upsetting, perfect recipe for precanon

MRSA . Dean's cut gets badly infected.

and, cheating, because this is an AU and therefore not technically pre-canon, but i loooove it: the body and the boneyard by hellsreluctantheir

may add more if i think of them later.. i read a lot of fic. feel free to send asks for anything more specific!!!

[nicole-timey-wimey-stuff]

Masterlist

~Negan Smith~

~Pretty little letters ( Mini Series)~

Dads best friend AU, After leaving college you decide to take a year travelling the country, after promising your dad to write to him, Negan asks if you can write to him too, feelings come out in the end.

Part 1

Part 2 (complete )

~ It’s always been you (2 part mini series)~

Developing a crush on your dads best friend as a teenager, slowly morphs into something deeper as you grow up. When your husband upsets you, lines blur and feelings arise you’ll either burn your life to the ground, or you’ll get everything you’ve ever wanted since you were 17.

Part 1

Part 2

~ I’ll never let this go

Negan, during his redemption arc. There’s always been something about you, even when he first met you at Alexandria to collect ‘payment’ he knew he couldn’t ever do something to hurt you. After his empire falls and his life resides to the four walls of his cell, his soft spot morphs into a friendship that all too quickly on his side turns into deep feelings. Feelings that are in his mind definitely unrequited, how could you ever love a monster? But when you’re hurt everything bubbles up to the surface.

Fuzzy Socks - stepdad Negan x reader

~Joel Miller~

Light it up -Dbf Joel No outbreak AU!! An idea came to mind about Joel regretting saying something that leads to her ending things, then sitting by his phone, frantically pulling it out everytime it buzzes. Praying it’s her, telling him she misses him back, he basically becomes a mess.

My Heart is yours -When Joel leaves you heartbroken in a apocalypse, you go out on your own only to run into a hot headed archer, who turns your world around.

Southern & Slow - short (ish) drabble based on Luke Bryan's song southern and slow, or in other words lazy Sunday mornings with our southern cowboy!

Who’s afraid of little old me! Angst and heartbreak I’m sorry! Happy ending with Spencer Reid though!

~Love and Pipelines mini (series)~

The reader is a competitive surfer, when she is invited to compete at Pipeline Hawaii, the man who she's fallen for offers to accompany her, the only problem is he's her dads best friend!

Part 1

Part 2 (coming soon)

Part 3

~Daryl Dixon~

My Heart is yours - When Joel Miller leaves you heartbroken in a apocalypse, you go out on your own only to run into a hotheaded archer, who turns your world around.

It still isn’t over

Story based on the film/ book The Notebook, young Daryl Dixon x fem reader.

No outbreak au where the reader is from a privileged background, when she visits her country summer home she meets a boy who turns her whole world upside down.

~Somewhere only we know~ (Series)

No outbreak and modern ish day AU (set in 2007-2010 era) Reader moves to the Georgia mountains, to live with her dad for her final year of school, as her mum is going travelling with her new husband. She meets a shy redneck boy with a tragic background, who immediately captures her heart.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 (coming soon)

I choose us every time

Where an artistic surfer girl, falls in love with a southern boy with a rough past.

~Sam Winchester~

Fix you - Soulmate AU with Sammy, based on the coldplay song Fix You. Where the reader uses her soulmate bond with Sam to help fix the damage Lucifer has inflicted.

~Spencer Reid~

Mini Series Science & Magic

Science and magic - (on hiatus), I need to rewatch these shows) Criminal minds and agents of shield crossover, when an inhuman reader meets the genius Spencer Reid.

Who’s afraid of little old me after your dad’s best friend breaks your heart, you find love again in Spencer Reid.

~Lord Alfred Debling (Bridgerton)~

It was enchanting to meet you