#demonbloodsam

[j2lovemoose]

[weedchester]

Sam mixing demon blood into a red berry smoothie totally happened off screen

[according2thelore]

addiction is so badass 😩🥵

[supernaturalopinionspodcast]

#SamWinchesterDidNoWrong KJ and Meredith are joined by Sandra and Kasey, the hosts of Idling In The Impala, to be Sam’s defense team in this week’s episode. They lay out each alleged crime and mistake of Sam’s and then all the reasons why Sam was actually right or not at fault. It’s a good week for the Sam stans in our audience. This one probably should’ve been named for the Trolley Problem, but we already did that in season 3… so we are sticking with that court theme. Episode recorded on January 20, 2024. Linktree including sign up sheet to be on the podcast and our Discord server: https://linktr.ee/SupernaturalOpinionsPodcast Guest social medias: Meredith (tiktok, instagram and Tumblr): shaedsofdeianeira Sandra: AO3- drasna, tumblr- talltalesandbedtimestories Kasey: tumblr- sam-is-my-safe-word, AO3- Sam_Is_My_Safe_Word Idling in the Impala Podcast: https://idlingintheimpala.com/  Reddit posts KJ was looking at:  https://www.reddit.com/r/Supernatural/comments/xvngw6/what_would_you_say_are_the_worst_things_sam_and/ https://www.reddit.com/r/Supernatural/comments/14d9tej/whats_the_worst_thing_sam_has_ever_done/

[apadi9]

tv themed friends bday. you know i had to do spn!

ignore the ambiguous orange blobs pretend they’re enochian writing or whatevs

and the drink is nearly finished because sam was a fiend definitely not because i forgot to take a photo earlier

[sams-lost-again]

Boy!King Sam and Crowley would have been frenemies: Discuss

[samfcknwin]

It's not something you're doing, it's what you are.

[fangirl0519]

Maybe I’m the monster

Maybe I’m the one who should be hunted

Instead of the one hunting

I can’t control my actions

I try but it’s impossible

Sometimes I’m lucky 

And the trances last for a little bit 

But other times it’s harder to shake

I should be protecting people

But I’m hurting them

Everyone I ever loved 

Somehow were taken from me

It leaves me broken 

And just when I think I figured it all out

It comes to surface it’s ugly self once more.

-@supernatural-susie

Sam P.O.V Inspiration: Season 5

[princessmisery666]

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Thank you as always for the wonderful support 🥰

Come Join The Murder

Summary: When Dean goes to hell, he tasks Nikki with keeping an eye on Sam. She doesn’t anticipate the pain that comes with it.

Warnings: angst, demon blood-drinking, implied smut, cheating, breakup.

W/C: 1.5k

Characters: Sam Winchester, OFC, Ruby. Mentioned: Dean Winchester.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x OFC, Sam Winchester x Ruby.

Bingo: @anyfandomangstbingo Square Filled: Come Join the Murder by The White Buffalo

A/N: This is the start of a longer fic idea that has yet to be written, so for now, it’s a one-shot.

Betas: @wonder-cole // @mrswhozeewhatsis // @deanwinchesterswitch // but all mistakes are mine.

Graphics: title card and gif made by me // dividers @firefly-graphics

Master Lists: AFG Angst // Main

Not a lot made sense in a hunter’s world. The innocent victims that got hurt or killed, the evil the creatures were capable of, the injustice of it all. But what made the least amount of sense to Nikki was right in front of her. Her own eyes witnessed the very thing she’d suspected of Sam but never truly believed. She still didn’t quite believe it, yet she was seeing it with her own two eyes.

Surely her mind was playing tricks on her.

Sam’s mouth latched on to Ruby’s wrist, breathlessly he pulled back and licked the small trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth.

He looked like Sam, like her Sam. He was wearing Sam’s clothes; he had his hair, the slight crease in his brow that she loved to see smoothed out when she was beneath him. He appeared to be the sweet and courageous man she fell in love with, the person who woke her from nightmares with a soft touch and gentle words. But who was going to wake her from this nightmare?

The broken window of the dilapidated house blurred under the condensation of her labored breath, for which she was thankful, for it meant the rest of the scene playing out became further distorted under her tears. She barely saw Sam kiss Ruby, hands gripping her hair, ripping at one another’s clothes before she stumbled backward and ran.

She made it as far as the front of the broken and crumbling building. The sight of the Impala made her falter, quelling the overwhelming desire to flee. She’d promised the owner she would take care of his brother. She couldn’t break that promise.

But she couldn’t go back there. She wouldn’t interrupt the act she knew was playing out for fear that image would be forever seared on her mind, and she’d never be able to outrun it.

So she waited on Baby’s hood. Arms wrapped tightly around herself, more so to stop herself from falling apart rather than to keep warm. Dark clouds covered the crescent moon, and they seemed to roll in waves like her anger.

By the time Sam strolled from the building, Nikki felt thunderous. Ruby followed after him, her shorter legs keeping her a few feet behind him. Sam’s eyes finally landed on her, and he stopped in his tracks, his abrupt halt kicking up dust.

“Nikki,” he said, shooting a glance over his shoulder.

“How long?” Nikki asked through gritted teeth.

Ruby came to stand beside him, a smug smirk plastered on her angelic features. “That time?” the brunette asked. “That time was maybe forty minutes, wouldn’t you say, Sam? Your boy has got some stamina.”

Nikki wanted to give some snappy comeback, but she didn’t have it in her. The broken pieces of her heart were scraping against her chest, threatening to break the skin in the form of curses, angry fists, and red hot tears. Besides, Ruby was right, Sam did have stamina, but she was also wrong. He so clearly wasn’t Nikki’s. Not anymore, not now.

She had no cutting remarks or bitchy comments to make. She hopped off the hood and slowly made her way toward the adulterous pair, whispering the exorcism Sam had taught her.

“Sam,” Ruby managed to cry out while her body went rigid, eyes wide with fear.

“Nikki, stop!” he demanded. She turned her glare to him but continued raising the volume of her voice.

Sam hesitated a fraction of a second before he raced toward Nikki. One hand clamped around her mouth, and he used the other to wrap around her waist and lift her off the ground.

“Get out of here,” Sam shouted at Ruby. There was no margin for argument, and Ruby was smart enough not to push her luck. She rushed to the old Buick Nikki had barely registered as capable of being a functioning vehicle.

Nikki squirmed to try and release his grip, but it was no good. He was exceptionally strong; the demon blood coursing through him made him stronger than he’d ever been.

He squeezed a little tighter. “Stop struggling,” he demanded, and it snatched the breath from her lungs. The pitiful whimper she squeaked out brought him to his senses, and he placed her gently on her feet but held tight until Ruby peeled off in a storm of dust.

Nikki’s arms flailed, and she landed blow after blow onto his chest, shoved at him, slapped his face two, three, four times until he caught her wrist and gave her a tight-lipped scowl to tell her he’d endured all he was willing to take.

“You’re protecting demons now?!?!” she yelled. “It’s not enough to be drinking her blood; you’ve gotta fuck her, too?”

Sam sighed. “Nik, I….”

“I swear, if you say sorry, I’ll kill you where you stand.”

“I wasn’t going to say sorry,” he stated matter of factly, and somewhere amongst those six words, Nikki knew it was the beginning of the end. “I can’t do this anymore. It’s too much. I can’t focus on what I need to do to stop Lucifer and worry about hurting you.”

“Funny,” she scoffed, “you didn’t seem so worried about hurting me in there.”

“Maybe I’m not, not anymore at least.”

The look he gave her was so full of pity it made her stomach churn with revolt. He wasn’t sorry or upset that the time they’d been together was coming to an end. He was indifferent as if the whole thing were beneath him.

He shrugged his shoulders, and even that seemed like more effort than he was willing to spend on the conversation. “This is bigger than me and you, Nik.”

She shook her head slowly, disbelief at his blasé attitude more than anything else. “I gave you everything, Sam. Everything. I gave up my normal life for you, gave up hope of any sort of stable future so that I could be there for you when you needed me. I’ve been drink-”

Sam interrupted her indignant rambling, “It doesn’t matter. None of it matters, not anymore.” He stepped closer, placed a small kiss on her forehead. But it was robotic as if some voice in his ear told him it was the right thing to do or a habit to comfort her that was hard to break.

“I promised Dean, we promised Dean we’d look after each other,” she tried, disgusted at how pathetic she sounded.

“Dean’s gone,” Sam said, “he doesn’t care what promises we break.”

The creak of the Impala’s door stung her ears, and she held her breath until the roar of Baby’s engine would be enough to drown out her cries.

Time lost its meaning. She couldn’t recall how long she remained outside the abandoned warehouse, but her tears ran dry, and a flock of crows pecked around the ground a few feet from her frozen form.

A murder.

She recalled a flock of crows was called a murder. A fact Sam had taught her, on a night she couldn’t sleep. Nightmares stealing the respite she needed, Sam had taken her on a midnight drive in Baby. Windows down, the warm summer air warming her in the places she wasn’t pressed against Sam. He had talked, reeling off random facts to distract her, and the one about the dark birds had been her favorite.

Native Americans believed them to be a symbol of death, and standing there, in the aftermath of the death of her relationship with Sam, she believed it, too.

The bravest of the murder hopped closer, squawked at her. A beady eye regarded her closely, staring into her soul, seeking out her sins, and with another high pitch call, he bowed his head. He knew all she’d done to help Sam, the lines she’d crossed, but he flapped his wings, an invitation to join the murder. Soar away into the night, fly up to the heavens and ask for forgiveness.

The brave crow flapped his wings again, hovered a few feet off the ground, and landed closer still, pecking a centimeter or so from her foot.

“I’m not dead,” she told the bird, “you can’t pick the meat from my bones just yet.”

I’m not dead.

The thought woke an understanding inside of her. She wasn’t dead, just her relationship with Sam. But she was more than a relationship. She took a deep breath and decided the road to forgiveness started with redemption.

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[lovemovieintheworld]

s4-15 Death Takes a Holiday

[j2lovemoose]

[weedchester]

I want him so fucking bad

[winchester-fantasies]

Scarlet Fix

Summary: Sam is hungry and craving something only she can give him.

Word Count: 1270

Warnings: smut, knife play, blood play, kinda rough sex, sub/dom Sam, sub/dom reader, angst, swearing

Pairing: Demon Blood!Sam x Demon!Reader

A/N: This was written for a request by my good friend, @samuelsangel : Hey, girl 💕 Could you please write a DemonBlood!Sam x Demon!Reader oneshot that includes a little angst and then smut? They’re both a little rough and Sam kind of begs to drink her blood while she teases him? Thank you! I love you & your writing! Thanks for your request, girl! Love you, too, and I hope it’s everything you imagined. ❤❤ And thanks to @demonbloodsam​ for the perfect GIF!

Winchester Fantasies’ Masterlist

Sam shoved her against the wall, her back coming into contact with the sheetrock with a heavy thud. He needed a fix. He could feel it waning and new the withdrawals would begin and soon, if the sweat dotting his upper lip and the fuzziness inside his brain was any indication. He’d called her as soon as he and Dean had stopped for the night, sneaking out of the motel room when Dean’s steady breathing turned to snores. 

“What’s wrong, Sam?” she asked, her voice lighthearted and innocent. Her eyes flashed black and a smirk crossed her lips. 

“Need...need it,” he growled, clenching his jaw at the effort it took him to hold himself back. These rendezvous had been going on for…. He wasn’t even sure anymore. It could’ve been months or even years and he wouldn’t even know. 

He knew Dean would be angry and disappointed if he knew what his little brother did in the cover of night, but Sam couldn’t bring himself to care. Not when he craved the one thing she could give him.

She tsked, her eyes returning to her vessel’s color. “You know that’s not how this works,” she crooned. His grip on her loosened just a bit, and she used it to her advantage, shoving him back with more force than her small body should have been able to. “On the bed!” she commanded, her tone serious and leaving little room for argument.

His already half-hard cock twitched at her forceful words, and he hurried to do as she demanded. He sat on the edge of the thin mattress, the rusty springs squeaking under his weight. 

She sauntered over to him, her hips swaying, that perpetual smirk never leaving her lips. “Sammy,” she breathed, settling herself across his lap. “Our meetings are getting more frequent….” She leaned forward, capturing his lips into a passionate kiss. She thrust her tongue between his parted lips, their tongues fighting for dominance before she pulled back, dragging his lower lip between her teeth. 

“I can tell you’re getting stronger,” she said, pushing him back into the mattress. She ground herself into him, his body shuddering and a low groan escaping his throat as she rubbed herself against his throbbing erection. 

“Mmm,” she whimpered, the seam of her jeans rubbing across her swollen clit. “But sometimes,” she breathed, leaning forward and resting her hands against his broad chest for support as her pace picked up, both of their orgasms feverishly close. “I still wonder if you’re really man enough for it.”

With a low and throaty growl, Sam had rolled her to her back, the springs groaning in protest as he settled between her spread thighs. Her chest was heaving, her pupils dilated, nearly mimicking them when they’d flash obsidian. “You have no idea what I’m capable of,” he ground out, the need to come out on top swirling in his chest and mixing with hunger and desire. 

“I could break you...limb from limb,” he leered, his eyes roaming her body provocatively. “But I won’t,” he said, meeting her eyes. “Because you’re far too valuable to me.”

He grasped her arm, pinning it against the mattress. He leaned forward, his tongue sliding against her skin, the saltiness of her flesh meeting his taste buds. “I need it,” he said again, this time more forceful and confident. 

A wicked grin spread across her mouth as she swiftly disengaged herself from him, somehow sliding out from under his body. She stood, leaving him sprawled out on the bed. “I told you,” she stated. “That’s not how it works.”

She turned, heading for the door. “Please,” Sam’s voice met her ears, his tone needy. She paused, her hand on the doorknob, her mouth cocking into a smirk of satisfaction. She knew how to work him. Knew how to make him a groveling mess. Knew how to stay in control.

“What was that?” she asked, turning slowly to face him. He sat on the edge of the bed again, his eyes wide and fearful. She could see the sweat dripping from his face and the way his body trembled with need. 

“P...please,” he begged.

“Good boy,” she praised, his cock coming back to life with vigor. “Move!” she clipped, jerking her head for him to stand. He jumped up, his breathing coming out in shallow heaves. 

She stooped down, taking her bowie knife from the sheath at her ankle. She twisted it in the light, the metal glinting in the dim lighting of the room. She darted her eyes to Sam, his gaze honed in on the blade like some valuable relic.

She lowered herself to the bed before placing the blade against her skin. She hissed at the slight sting as she pulled it over her forearm, droplets of blood falling to the floor, Sam’s eyes catching each one.

She laid back on the bed, extending her arm out next to her, her blood soaking into the old mattress. “Drink,” she commanded.

Sam all but pounced on her, his mouth latching onto her skin and lapping up her blood like a man starved. She grinned at the sight of her blood marring his mouth and running down his chin. “Taste good?” she asked.

Sam hummed in agreement as he closed his eyes, the symptoms of his withdrawal slowly fading away. “How does it feel, Sam?” she asked. “To have all that power...coursing through your veins?”

“Like fucking bliss,” he said. His eyes darkened as they settled on her face and in a matter of seconds he had both of them naked from the waist down. He grunted as he thrust his erection into her wet heat, a small cry of ecstasy falling from her mouth. 

He pounded into her, the sounds of skin slapping against skin and wanton moans, groans, and expletives falling from both of their mouths. The only sounds in the dingy room. She tightened around him and he groaned at the feeling. “H...here,” she panted, handing him the knife that was still clutched in her hand. 

He took it from her, his thrusts only pausing briefly to scrape the blade across her other arm. He picked up his pace again as he leaned forward, letting the scarlet warmth fill his mouth. Fuck, she tasted sweet. 

She took a gasping breath as he shifted his angle, his cock spearing her deeper and deeper with each powerful thrust. He lifted himself to his hands, holding himself up over her, his pace picking up slightly.

Without warning her walls clenched and with a groan his hips stuttered, thrusting into her three more times before he came, his white, hot cum filling her to the brim. They were both panting, Sam’s head falling forward as her core contracted around him with aftershocks.

He slowly slid from within her, his seed spilling from her red and sensitive pussy and onto the bed below her hips. “Thanks,” he huffed out, pulling up his jeans and stuffing his now limp dick back into his pants. He brushed his sweaty hair off his face, a small grin crossing his mouth.

“You know I got you, Sammy,” she said, carefully getting off the bed and pulling her pants back up. 

He stepped forward, taking her chin in his large hand and running his thumb over her bottom lip, his eyes darting between hers and roaming her face before he pulled away. He sauntered towards the door, exiting without so much as a glance behind him, his craving sated. He smirked. At least until he was in need of his next scarlet fix. 

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[moosifer--winchester]

The saddest part of this is that I paid $1.29 for the Mulan song...and the video still sucked

[weasley-child]

Sometimes (most times) I forget demon blood Sam was a thing.

[samfcknwin]

I'm super bored and it's late and for whatever reason this popped into my head 😂😍🥰😘