#fem sam winchester

[atticwifesam]

she looks like season 5 fem sam winchester here 🤍

[spnbrainrotawoooga]

watching Sam become a beautiful woman is the best part of watching supernatural

[flowersintheimpala69]

fem!sam winchester

[samwinchesterpregnant]

quintessential sambortion fic under the cut

“Do you have a ride home, honey? I can’t release you without a ride home.” 

Sam’s head is still swimming, lolling unpleasantly against the crinkling butcher paper covering the gurney. It made everything so loud, even the sound of her hair was amplified against her ears. She could hardly think. 

“Honey,” The woman knelt down to Sam’s eye level and Sam caught a whiff of coffee and altoids. The look in her eyes was kind, but mildly concerned, “Do you have a ride home from your appointment? If you don’t have one, I’ll have to get you an escort and that could take a few hours. You weren’t supposed to make an appointment without a ride home, it’s in the paperwork.” 

Sam cleared her throat, blearily wiping her eyes. The woman’s mascara was coming into focus, clumped onto each individual eyelash. Her scrubs were plain and sterile looking, but the lanyard holding her ID had Minnie Mouse stamped all over it. Her name was Carol. Coffee-breath-Carol, Sam christened her. Well that wasn’t fair, really. Carol was nice. Carol was fine. 

“I have a ride.” Sam said finally, voice slightly thick from the valium. 

“Do you need the phone?” Carol supplied, “It’s okay if he didn’t show, don’t be shy. It happens.” 

Sam furrowed her eyebrows, glowering from under her heavy bangs, “I have a ride.”

“Okay, okay.”

Sam’s good at taking it until she isn’t. That’s how it’s supposed to work, isn’t it? She keeps her head down at school, raises her hand when she has the right answer (she always does). She doesn’t make small talk with any of the girls in her class that ask her where she’s from. She eats lunch by herself in the stairwell and runs the mile in phys Ed, doesn’t even drag her feet. Dad’s ran them harder than that, it’s nothing. Her time is good, six minutes. She nods away her teacher’s encouragement. When she gets home and Dean says that dad wants them on a job she doesn’t fucking complain, not even when that means shes’s got no time to work on her book report due on Friday. She’ll stay late and do it in the library the next day. She doesn't complain when she spends the next four hours tromping around in the mud and cow shit at some abandoned farmhouse, looking for god knows what and coming up empty handed. She doesn’t fucking complain when they don’t get back until dark, and dad asks her to make dinner. She doesn’t complain when Dean uses all the hot water and her shower is tepid. She doesn’t complain when she crawls into bed and Dean sidles up behind her and grabs her tit with no preamble or sweet talk or what have you, just grabs her and breathes deep into her clean hair and shoves his fingers into her mouth. She doesn’t complain because she’s getting the fuck out of here.

It was the natural conclusion to ill-timed rutting in the backseat while dad was stuck in a creaky old farmhouse with an elderly woman who swore her dead husband was making the walls bleed. 

He’d been in there a good twenty minutes, barely visible from the window before they came to the conclusion that he probably wasn’t coming out anytime soon. They’d seen the old lady, still in her night dress, hobble into the kitchen and return with a pitcher of sweet tea. Dad was pretending to work for some insurance company, surveying the house, and had told them to wait in the car and not come out till he got back. 

Dean was the one who cracked first, sliding his hand down the back of Sammy’s shorts which gaped at the back of her waist. They were Dean’s pants that she’d cut to her thighs to escape the Florida heat. Even now, parked in the shade with the back windows down to catch just the slightest breeze, it was sweltering, and her face was pink and damp under her heavy bangs, the rest of her thick hair tied up in a sloppy ponytail. 

“‘S too hot,” she murmured, weakly swatting away Dean’s hand, but he kept on lazily, pinching her side where she was still soft, puppy fat that nobly persisted despite her recent growth spurt that thinned out her arms and legs. 

“C’mon Sammy,” He tugged at her belt loop, drawing her closer. She didn’t pull away, allowing herself to be maneuvered, falling against her brother gracelessly, “Dad’s going to be forever.”

She peered out the car window. She could only see the top of his head from here, and his eyes, that seemed to be squinted slightly in concentration. He was listening to what seemed like a long, long story. Dean was probably right, for once. 

They congregated on the floor as best as they could, Sam’s long legs tucked up awkwardly so they could both fit, her sweaty back sticking to the back of the seat, her hair mussing up against the interior and sticking to her forehead. They kept most of their clothes on for brevity's sake, except for her shirt which Dean rucked up over her breasts, palming them hurriedly. Dean got her off with his thumb, rubbing her through her panties, which she’d shoved to the side, her overly large shorts dangling from her left ankle. She bit him hard on the shoulder when she came, and he let out a sharp gasp, burying his head in her neck so he wouldn’t cry out. 

Clean up was quick: shorts back on, Sammy’s hair righted, Dean’s shirt tugged over the teeth marks. 

“You didn’t pull out?” She hissed, knocking him hard with her elbow. He shoved her in response, “What else did you want me to do? Mess up the seats? Dad would kill me.” 

“He’d kill you anyway.” 

He laughed hoarsely, until John turned them both white as a sheet by throwing open the front door. 

“It’s a bust. She’s just senile. We’ll have to head up to Athens instead– sorry, kiddos.” His shoulders sagged until he turned and saw them, both flushed down to their necks and breathless. 

“Jesus, what is it out there, a-hundred-and-ten? I’ll leave her running next time.” He cranked on the AC, putting the car in reverse and starting down the driveway, making it all the way to the turn before stopping, eyes falling to his only son. Dean stared, meeting his gaze unblinking. 

“Shirts on inside-out, kid.” He laughed dryly, and then kicked it into drive. 

So, when Sam’s knocked up for sure six weeks later with a test to prove it in a Casey’s bathroom, it’s less of a surprise and more of a grim reminder of the way life takes its course no matter who you fucked raw in Chipley, Florida. It is just another punishment in a series of punishments that had been occurring to Sam Winchester since the moment she was born, the only girl-child to a band of hungry, hungry wolves: motherless and unfortunate. 

[leviathantablet]

more lesbiannatural samruby

[nerdylittleguywithwings]

Shes so beautiful🙏🙏

[superimpulsive]

Samantha and Dean or whatever

[help-i-need-a-cool-username]

Been reading some genderbent spn fics and i disagreed with some of the alternate names some authors gave the characters so i thought id give it a shot myself

There are specific reasons for each name i chose but this is already gonna be long enough so ill skip it for now but if you want to know feel free to ask

Angels

All their names are the same. No difference

Jack Kline -> Jackie Kline

Winchesters

John Winchester -> Joan Winchester

Mary Winchester -> Maury Winchester

Dean Winchester -> Deanna "Dean" Winchester

Samuel "Sam" Winchester -> Samantha "Sam" Winchester

Adam Miligan -> Addison "Addie" Miligan

Hunters

Robert "Bobby" Singer -> Roberta "Bobbie" Singer

Ellen Harvelle -> Allen Harvelle

Joanna Beth "Jo" Harvelle -> Joseph Seth "Joe" Harvelle

Garth Fitzgerald IV -> no change

Jody Mills -> no change

Claire Novak -> Clarence Novak

Eileen Leahy -> sill deciding (current contender: Eli. Maybe Elliott. Tbh i dont like either) edit: after much research ive narrowed it down to Ailean, Eleon, and Eilon/Elon

Allies

Charlene "Charlie" Bradbury -> Charles "Charlie" Bradbury

Kevin Tran -> idk man. Ive met a girl named Devin before so maybe that? Supposably the fem spelling is Kevyn so maybe that?

Benjamin "Benny" Lafitte -> Benjamina "Bennie" Lafitte

Rowena MacLeod -> Rowen MacLeod

Demons

Fergus MacLeod/Crowley -> Fergia MacLeod/Crowley

Meg -> idk man

Ruby -> Ruben

Other

Chuck Shurley/God -> apparently there are in fact women who are called Chuck so im debating on keeping it

Amara -> Amar

Kelly Kline -> no change

Kate Miligan -> Kaden Miligan

Lisa Braeden -> Louis Braeden

Benjamin "Ben" Braeden -> Benna Braeden

Cassie Robinson -> still deciding (contenders: Cassian or Casey)

Jessica "Jess" Moore -> Jesse Moore

James "Jimmy" Novak -> Jamie Novak

Amelia Novak -> idk. Theres no male form but sound wise Emil/Emile is pretty close. Same with Amal. Not really feeling any of those

[hinacu-arts]

Been reading some spn fic and couldnt sleep so i tried to design some genderbends

Picrew 1: Wervty's Chime Picrew

Picrew 2: Tiefling Maker

Picrew 3: ITSV PICREW

[atticwifesam]

pics of ethel cain that remind me of samantha winchester 🤍

[thatbitchrosemary]

TransFem!SamWinchester

My trans fem design of Sam Winchester

[prcybeth]

she’s like if Sam Winchester were a girl

[samwinchestermydude]

For all the fem Sam enjoyers, here is a girl soulless Sam fic.

Sam wonders if she’s crossing some line, kissing Dean like this without a soul, but he tastes so good and she can’t give a fuck if he won’t forgive her in the morning.

[moonlight-maiden]

👁️visions 👁️

[coocooforcocopuffs13]

So real. I love her 🫶🏼💕

dont bother him, he's listening to casual

[superimpulsive]

Mini fic while I try to figure out a part 2 of my other one