#god saaaame

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I’ve got this really weird brand of claustrophobia that I’m not even sure is actual claustrophobia. Basically you can put me in any confined space, it’s fine, I’m okay, even if I have to scrunch up my stupidly long body to fit. But if there’s no air flow? I’ll panic and faint

[justwhisperingfantasies]

I can't let you go. Part 1.

Characters: Sam Winchester x Female Reader, Dean Winchester, Castiel. Bobby Singer. Crowley. Mention of other SPN characters.

Warnings: Language, Implied Smut. Steamy scene, A little fluff, Angst, Hurt Dean, Sam, Reader, and Cas. Guns, Cannon violence. Cannon with a twist. Slight panic attack. Let me know if I forgot any.

Summary: You have known Sam Winchester most of your life. He was your best friend and you were completely in love with him. The day after he decides to take on Lucifer and put him back in the cage is the day he finally makes himself tell you how he truly feels about you.

Word count: 5,634 words

A/N: My first fic for Sam. I'm sorry this one took a little longer. Hope ya'll enjoy 💗

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You had your phone on vibrate but the constant buzzing woke you. You pulled the pillow over your head and waited for it to stop. Finally, you thought. 

And then it started right back up again. You got up in a huff. You didn't even look at the screen. You flicked the phone open. 

“What?!”  

“Wow, I forgot how grumpy you are when someone wakes up.” He chuckled. 

“Sam?!” You sat up, turned the lamp on, and looked at the clock. “It's 2 in the freaking morning? What's wrong?” 

“Why would something Be wrong?”

“Because it's 2 in the freaking morning and you're a Winchester. It's usually bad news if a Winchester calls you in the middle of the night.” 

“Ouch. True, but still ouch.” 

“Can I call you back in the morning? I've had a really long day and need sleep.”

He paused for a second“What were you hunting?”

“Saaaam” You whined. 

“ I miss my best friend. Alright? You have been avoiding me since…” He trailed off

“Since Ellen and Jo died. And I haven't been avoiding you, Sam.” 

“ Oh come on. I've called you about 100 times and how many of those calls have you returned? Admit it.” 

“We can discuss this in the morning.” 

“(y/n)..” You heard him say as you were about to close your phone. You hesitated. Why shouldn't you just close it? Why did you have to go running every time Sam Winchester called you? You sighed. Because he was your best friend and you were completely in love with him.

“Sam?” You said still in a grumpy tone. 

“Are you close to Bobby's?” 

“About 3 hours away.”

“So with your lead foot more like 2?”

“Saaaaamm..” You whined again

“I Need you.”

Fucking hell. Why? Why? Why? Why did he have to pull the  I need You card? So unfair. 

You groaned Into the phone loudly. “Let me get dressed and have some coffee.”

“I love you.” 

It felt like a kick to the gut whenever he said that to you. Of course, it wasn't the way you wanted. “Yea yea, Winchester.” you closed your phone, got up, and got dressed. After filling Your thermos up with coffee you hit the road and you cursed him the whole way there.

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When you got to Bobby's it was a little after 4 am. Sam was sitting on the porch. His face lit up when he saw you. You hated that. You hated even more that you came. You swore to yourself you would grow a backbone and stop chasing him. But he needed you and you really couldn't stop yourself. With a deep breath, you opened your door. He was hugging you before you could even get the door shut. He picked you up and started spinning you around.

“Samuel William Winchester put me down now!!”

He laughed and put you down but kept you wrapped in a hug. You couldn't help but hug him back. “Sammy. What's wrong?” 

“Like I said I miss my best friend.”

“You can't lie to me. What's wrong?”

“I haven’t seen you for like 3 months. Can we have 5 minutes please?”

“OK five minutes.” you inhaled his scent of vanilla and cedar with a Hint of honey. God, it was intoxicating. And just like that you were putty in his hands. Crap you thought.  

He squeezed you and then released the hug. 

“Thanks for coming.” He said walking to the rear of your truck. 

You put Your hands in your jacket pockets and followed him. “Like I had a choice.” 

“ (y/n) Of course you had a choice “ He leaned Against Your tailgate. 

“Right.” You said in a sarcastic tone. 

He smiled. Then gave you a serious look. 

“ Come on. Out with it.” you nudged him out of the way so you could put the tailgate down. You hopped up to sit on it. 

“ Dean said no to Michael. Nobody thought he would be able to resist..” he paused. 

“Isn't that a good thing?” 

“Yes and no. The angels got Adam to say yes.” he stood up and started pacing. 

“Christ!” 

“So the fight between Michael and Lucifer is sure to happen now... Lucifer is trying to hold out. He thinks I'll end up saying yes. And he has some kind of magical hold on death now. Then there's Pestilence with some crazy virus up his sleeve. Everything Got so fucked up so fast (Y/n).” He stopped pacing and turned to face you.

You could see the tears in his eyes. You grabbed him and pulled him into your Embrace. His arms were around you again and his head in the crook of your neck. 

“Sammy we will find a way. I promise I will do anything I can to help.”

“ I already thought of a way. And just remember that promise as I tell you.”

You tried to detach from the hug, but he tightened his hold. You gave up and kept hugging. 

“ I think I have a way to get Lucifer back in the cage. If we can get all 4 rings from the horsemen we can open it.” 

“OK But how would you get Lucifer back…. “

The whole world stopped. He wasn't actually considering.” Sam, please tell me you're not thinking what I think you're thinking.”

He sighed. “How do you do that?” 

“Do what?”

“Read my mind.”

Your eyes were full of tears now. And you held him tighter than you ever had. “Sammy.”

“You promised you would do anything…. Even if that meant letting me go?”

“No!” your voice cracked. 

“(Y/n)” he whispered 

“Sam, absolutely not.” 

“It's the only way to save the world.”

“Fuck the world.”  

He released his arms and rested his hands on the trunk by your hips. He leaned his forehead against yours. “You don't mean that,” he was still whispering. 

You crossed your arms on your chest and closed your eyes. There's no way you were ever going to be ok with this. “Oh, but I do. If you're not here I don't give a shit if the world survives.” He wiped away the tear that rolled down your cheek. 

“Babe..”

“Oh no. You don't get to babe me right…” He cut you off by kissing you. You pushed him back a little. “Sam what the hell? You can't tell me you're Going to let the devil possess you and then kiss me.” 

“You're Right.” he sighed with eyes full of shame  “I'm sorry.”

How dare he. Make a move now? Now? Why not 11 years ago? That didn't really matter now, can't change the past. Either the world is going to end or you're going to lose him. So why not? 

You grabbed him by the jacket and pulled him back to you so he was standing between your knees, He wrapped his left arm around you and his right hand found your neck spreading his finger he rubbed your cheek with his thumb.“ You sure?” He whispered his lips inches from yours. You Slid your fingers up into his hair and nodded. His lips smashed into yours. Your heart thudded in your chest as you felt his desire through his kiss. The fire ran from your lips down to your core. 

He let out a growl as you gripped his hair and pulled lightly. He grabbed behind your knees and pulled your crotch to his. The collusion sent electricity through your whole body as you moaned into his mouth. He pushed your lips open with his tongue and started massaging yours with his.  He started grinding up against you and you could feel how hard he was. That with the friction made your fire grow wild. You pulled him on top of you as you reclined your upper body back on the truck.  His lips skimmed your cheek, as they made their way to your ear, nibbling and sucking the lobe. You felt his hot breath in your ear as he whispered.  “Mmm. (y/n) I've wanted you since the first time I laid eyes on you.” taking your earlobe back into his Mouth. Sucking on it a little harder this time. You softly moaned his name. You could feel his smile on your neck as he trailed kisses down to your collarbone. He left goosebumps on your skin as he glided his hand up your thigh. Stopping at your hip, grabbing it he thrust against you once more. You moaned again. Then continue gliding it up your shirt. He stopped just below your breast. he raised his head and raised one eyebrow “No bra?”

“Some asshole woke me up at 2 in the morning and said he needed me. I didn't feel like putting one on.”

He laughed. “ just some asshole?” he asked and then started kissing your neck again. 

“Eh. I guess you can call him my best friend,” you said sarcastically. 

He smiled “Just a best friend?” he asked as he grasped your breast and thrusted again.

“Well kinda. I've always wanted him to be more. Don't tell him, but I’m planning on fucking him in the back of my truck.” you said in between moans. 

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After you guys got cleaned up and dressed you lay in the back of your truck.  He was beside you, arms wrapping you tightly and his head on your chest. You started swirling his hair in your fingers. You have had many fantasies over the years of fucking Sam and just being with him, but none of them could even come close to the reality. Every move, every noise, every time he looked in your eyes, every time he moaned your name. It was perfect. Now even just cuddling with him made your heart so full. He had your heart completely now and there was no way to get it back. You wished you could freeze time, but there was a war coming and a world to save. Plus you had to talk Sam out of the idiotic plan. 

“Sammy Not..”

“Please don't ruin this. “ He cut you off. 

“I'm not trying to ruin anything, but I have a question and I need the answer.”

He lifted his head and looked at you. “Just cuddle with me. After the sunrise, we will talk about anything you want.” 

You sighed you wanted answers, but the sky was already lit. Around another half hour and you could ask away. Plus you would be wrapped in his arms. “Fine, but I'm holding you to that, Winchester.”

He chuckled. “I know you will.” he kissed your lips. Soft and sweet. Then laid his head back on your chest. He put your hand back in his hair. You smiled and started playing with it again.

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Dean was at the kitchen counter making coffee as Bobby rolled his wheelchair in. 

“When did (y/n) get here?” Dean asked. Getting coffee mugs for all of them. 

“Not sure. Sam must have called her.” 

“I’m not sure that was the right thing to do,” he proclaimed as he poured a cup and took it over to Bobby.

“Thanks,” Bobby said as he took the coffee. “Well, she is a damn good hunter. She can probably help with this mess.”

“Yeah so we can get her killed too,” Dean said bluntly. “I'm surprised she even came after what happened to Ellen and Jo. “

“Dean. You can't blame yourself for Ellen and Jo…”

“They were helping us, Bobby.” Dean cut him off.  

“No Dean. They were trying to help the world. Not everything is about you.” Bobby said harshly as he rolled out of the room.

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The morning noises mixed with the beautiful sunset were so peaceful. You wished you could just stay in this moment with your best friend forever or was he more now? 

You heard him sigh. “Alright. We made a deal.” he sat up beside you. You sat up next to him. He took your hand in his. 

“I have known you for 11 years. If you wanted this why wait until now to make a move?”

He took a deep breath. “Well at first I thought you were into Dean.”

You laughed. “ Dean fucks anything with 2 legs Winchester? Ha no thanks.” You loved Dean, but it had always been a big brother love. Sam chuckled and his face went serious again. 

“And then everything happened with me and my dad. I finally got out. I didn't want to intrude or make you feel like I was trying to drag you out with me. You have always been 100% in the life. So I had to let you go.” 

He wrapped his arms around you and lifted you with ease. As he opened his legs he sat you between them. Leaning your back against him, he kept his arms around you and rested his chin on your shoulder. “When I walked into the roadhouse that day I could tell by the look on your face that you were hurt. I didn’t even think you’d want to be friends again. It took a while, but when we started getting close again the internal struggle came. I didn't know if I could move on without feeling like I was disrespecting Jess. I realized I was being an idiot and Jess would want me To be happy. When I called you that night and asked you to meet me, I was gonna tell you everything and I was hoping you felt the same, but then Azazel kidnapped me and that whole thing happened.  ” he snuck a quick peck on your cheek. You Smiled. “When Dean made his deal, I couldn't think About it. How could I focus on my drama while his life was on the line? Then when he went to hell I completely lost my mind. I pushed everyone away. I did a lot of shit I'm not proud of. After that, I didn't think I deserved anything good. I didn't deserve you.” You turned Your face toward his and kissed him on the cheek. You Tried to comfort him. The Moment your lips lifted off his cheek, he kissed your lips short and sweet. You leaned back into him. 

“ We have had a lot going on the last couple of months, but I couldn't stop myself from thinking of you. I know the situation is completely fucked up and I didn't expect things to go exactly the way they did. I mean I'm not complaining at all, but my Plan was just to kiss you and tell you how I felt. How I always felt. I just had to get it out before… Ya know.”

You spun your body around to face him. Looking down at him you could see the tears and fear in his eyes. You pulled him into your arms. You squeezed him as tight as you could and he reciprocated. You laid your head on his shoulder.  “Sam. I'm in love with you I always have been. I always will be. You're my best friend. My person. Please don't do this. I need You.” You couldn't hold back the tears. 

“(Y/n) I love you too.” he whispered. “ please don't ask me not to. It's the only way to get Lucifer back in the cage. It's the only way to save millions of lives. Baby, I have to.” 

You heard the screen door open and Dean's boots walking in the gravel. “ You alright (y/n)?” 

“No” You admitted. “ I can't believe.”

“Dean, give us a second. Would ya?” Sam cut you off

Dean looked At Sam with a furrowed brow. Sam raised his. 

“Uh yea. I just made a fresh pot. Don't let it go to waste huh.”  Dean said as he spun on his heels and walked back to the house. 

Sam waited until he was gone. “I'm sorry. I  wasn't trying to be rude. Dean doesn't know about the plan yet.”

“What?!”

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Sam walked in the door first. You made a B-line for the coffee pot. Dean's coffee was the best. 

Sam continued into the study. As you poured yourself a cup you could hear their conversation.

“She was crying, Sam. What the hell is going on?” Dean raised his voice. 

You didn't know if you should, but you made your way to the conversation. You leaned on the door frame.

“Dean. I have a plan..” Sam explained the whole plan. 

“Absolutely fucking not Sam!” The old Winchester was heated. 

Bobby rolled himself into the room but stayed silent.

“What The hell is wrong with you?” 

“Dean.”

“Don't Dean me. You've had some stupid ideas in the past, but this?!” Dean started to pace and saw Bobby. “Did you know about this?”

Bobby nodded

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Dean was pissed now. “ And I bet that's why (y/n) was crying. Am I the last person to know?”

“This ain't about me or her, Dean,” Bobby said

Dean turned back to Sam.“ You can't do this.” Yes talk him out of this you cheered from your mind. 

“That's the consensus.”

“Good, then this conversation is over.”

Sam looked at you. “Don't look at me, I'm with him.” You said as you pointed at Dean. 

Just then Dean's phone started ringing. “The answer is no Sam.”

He answered It as you walked back into the kitchen. You sat down at the table and sipped the last of your coffee. As you put the empty mug down, Sam walked in and grabbed it, taking it over to pour you another cup. 

“I would lecture you on how you drink waaaay too much coffee, but I doubt it would do any good.” He places the full mug in front of you and then sits on the opposite side of the table.  

“Oh, but I need caffeine. Some asshole kept me up all night.” You said with a smile. 

He laughed. “What A stupid asshole. Everyone knows how grumpy you get when you don't get enough sleep.”

“Yea he is being pretty fuckin stupid right now.” sams smile faded.

You hear Bobby yell “I will?” What was Dean putting him up to now? 

Sam took your hand and was about to say something When Dean walked in.

“That was Cas. He's human now. Bobby's gonna help me get back here.” He looked over at you guys and then down at your hands. He Raised his eyebrows once but didn't mention it. “Unless you wanna go pick him up (y/n)...” he smiled. 

You rolled your eyes. “Bobby, you wana ride along?” 

“Don't let Dean bully you darlin. You don't have to.” Bobby said wheeling into the room. 

“Ha. Trust me Dean Winchester ain't That scary. It's Cas. He's been there when we needed him. I'm not gonna say no.”  they all laughed. “One condition Though.”

“Oh of course.” Dean taunted

“I get the rest of that coffee.” You smiled. 

Dean loaded Bobby in the passenger seat of your truck while Sam Put his stuff in the backseat.  You tossed Your full, warm thermos in the front seat. And turned to the back door that Sam was shutting. 

“Are you sure you'll be alright driving?” he asked as he took a couple of steps toward you.

“Sammy I'll be fine. I've driven longer on less sleep.”

“You be careful.”

“Me be careful? I'm just going to pick up an ex-angel. You're going after a horseman.”

“I'll be careful, promise.”

Since Bobby and Dean were on The other side of your truck you were expecting just a hug. But he put his hand under your chin, raised your head, And knelt in for a kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck and his other arm around your waist. 

Bobby cleared his throat and you could feel Sam's smile. 

You both squeezed and then released. He stood there as you hopped into your truck. And he shut your door. “See You later.” You and Bobby nodded. 

Dean was standing at The driver's door of the Impala hand on the handle. “Dude,” He said as Sam walked up. 

“What?” Sam said annoyed

“It's about damn time.” 

Sam smiled as they got in. 

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Bobby was quiet for half the trip. He didn't even complain about your speeding. Finally, about Halfway there He broke the silence. 

“ ya know I Have known you kids for a long time. I've watched you pine over Sam and then Sam pine over you. I gotta say.” He paused. “ You guys have terrible Fucking timing.” 

You lightly chuckled. “You ain’t shittin ”

“It's gonna hurt like hell kid.” 

“It was gonna hurt regardless.”

“That's true. So you gonna let him do this?” Bobby asked. 

“I'm voting against it, but it's not like Winchesters listen when you tell them not to do something.” 

He huffed “Ain't that the damn truth.” he looked over at you for the first time since you left the house. “I'll be here if it happens and you need a shoulder.”

You looked back at him. “I know Bobby. I know.” 

You didn't wanna think about that Whole situation right Now. Just focus on getting Cas. Getting the rings and we will cross that bridge when we get there, you told yourself. 

“Don’t tell Sam and Dean, but it would be faster if you went alone. Just get in, grab him, and get out”

“I can take care of myself, ya know?” you said defensively. 

“I know, kid. Look, we have lost a lot of people. Me and the boys are protective, yes probably more than we should be. We just don’t wanna lose any more family. We love you (y/n).”

“I know.” you opened the door. “ I love you too Bobby.” you hopped out and closed the door. 

Cas had given Dean his room number so there was no need to stop at the front desk. You made your way up to his room. 

“(y/n), what are you doing here?” Castiel asked as you entered his room. 

“I was in the area, thought I’d stop by. Cas I’m here to get you, why else would I be here?”

“ Well obviously. Just surprised you're here by yourself.”

“Bobby is in the truck. Sam and Dean went to get Pestilence.” 

“How far away are they?”

“Not very. Let's go.”

You and Castiel had no problems getting out.

“Change of plans Bobby,” you said as you and Cas hopped in the truck. 

“ Oh hell.” Bobby groaned. 

You made It to the serenity Valley convalescent home as fast as you could. You got out and got in your toolbox. You grab your 9mm, put it in the back of your jeans, and pulled out your shotgun. 

“ What do you think you're doing?” Bobby asked. 

“Not now Bobby.” You pumped the shotgun. “Let's go Cas.” 

Cas looked at Bobby. Bobby nodded at Him to go. 

“ I know where he is I can feel him. Follow me and be careful” Cas told you as you entered the building. You guys got to the second floor before you started feeling woozy. You leaned Against the wall for support. 

“(y/n) You alright?” 

“I'm not feeling so hot. Cas go help the boys.” 

“I can't just.”

“GO!” You yelled

Castiel went on. He found the room Pestilence was in and kicked open the door. Sam and Dean were on the ground coughing up blood and barely conscious. 

“Cas?” Dean was surprised. 

Cas walked in ready to fight. He took 2 steps and fell to his knees. He was weak and could fight couldn't fight off the disease any longer. 

“Well look at that. An occupied vessel, but powerless.” Pestilence said smugly. You were almost to the door. If you could just make it to the door you could help. 

Just make it to the door…. You thought as You fell. Everything hurt. Your insides felt like they were going through a meat grinder. You were burning up, but freezing at the same time. You didn't even have the strength to cry out. 

Then suddenly all the symptoms just stopped. You felt fine. You grabbed your shotgun and Walked to the door. As you looked in the room you saw Sam and Dean getting up. Then Dean rushes to grab something off a table, Castiel Lying on his back with a demon on top of him dying from the demon blade, and Pestilence holding his bloody hand, a numb where his ring finger was. 

“Doesn't matter. It's too late.” Pestilence whispered just before disappearing. 

Sam looked back to the doorway. Disapproval In his eyes. You Guys had the ring, but everyone felt defeated. 

“Everyone okay?” Dean asked. The 3 of you nodded. “Alright then Let's go.”

Nobody said a word as you made your way outside.

“Hey Bobby, why don't you ride back with me and Cas?” Dean asked as he walked up to the passenger side of your truck. He gave Bobby a look then looked at you and Sam. 

“Yeah,” Bobby took the hint. Dean got his chair out of the bed. “We'll see you back at the house,” Bobby yelled as Dean Wheeled him over to the impala. 

You put Your guns back in the toolbox, then hopped in your truck. Sam was already sitting in the passenger Seat. You took a deep breath and let it out in a heavy sigh, then started the truck. 

“You sure you're ok?” Sam asked. You nodded. “You want me to drive?” You shook your head. “ Do you want the How could you be so stupid Lecture now or later?”

“Sam,” you said. 

He continued. “ You know you could have gotten killed.” 

“Sam!” You said a bit louder. He stopped talking. “ I am a grown-ass adult. I have been hunting demons and monsters Most of my life. If I want to go kick some ass I'm going to go kick some ass. I don't need you treating me like I don't know what the hell I'm doing. “ You paused. He opened his mouth but you kept Going. “ If I hadn't brought Cas here you and Dean would have died. So no, I don't think I made a stupid decision at all. And I don't think you're in a very good spot to be lecturing anyone on making stupid decisions right now.”

He closed his mouth and looked out the window. You turned Your radio on. Turn the page by Bob Seger started playing as you drove off.

Neither you nor Sam said a word on the Drive back to Bobby's. You called dibs on the shower as soon as you walked into the house. Not Stopping for approval you headed to the bathroom with your duffle bag in hand. 

You thought about the ride home as the water warmed up. Maybe You were too harsh, but it's not like what you said wasn't true. The Winchesters and Bobby needed to see that you could handle your own. You weren't some delicate Little flower. And Sam was making a stupid decision. You Hurried in the shower just in case someone else wanted it. You Got dressed in sweats and a tank top. Then you twisted your damp hair up in a messy bun. Tossing your duffle in the hallway corner you made your way into the kitchen. Bobby usually had something to eat. As you searched for food you could hear the guys talking in the study. 

“Chicago is about to be wiped off the map.” Bobby had your interest. You grabbed a bag of chips and leaned on the doorframe. “Storm of the millennium. Sets off a chain reaction of natural disasters. Three million people are gonna die.” They all just looked at each other. Bobby explains how death is going to be there and we might have a chance to get his ring. 

“Bobby, how do you know all this?” Sam asked

“I had some help.” 

You could feel his presence there before he showed himself and you smelled sulfur. “Really Bobby?!” Everyone looked at you then their eyes went to Crowley. He was pouring a drink behind you.

“Don't be so modest.  I barely helped at all.” Crowley picked up his drink and walked towards the Doorway. “Hello, boys.” 

He turned to you and eyed you up and down. 

“Hello, darling.” He said seductively. You could literally feel Sam’s anger. You rolled your eyes at Cowley and Walked back to the kitchen to put the chips away. You turned back towards them and leaned on the counter. 

Crowley walked into the study. “Go on tell them.”

“Tell us what” Sam asked. 

Bobby sighed “World's ending. Why should a soul matter?”

“You sold your soul?” Dean was shocked. 

“It's More like loaned it. “ Crowley said

“Did you kiss him?” Sam asked 

“NO!” Bobby exclaimed 

Crowley Cleared his throat and showed the Picture.

Bobby looked ashamed. 

“Ok, asshole. Give him his soul back now!” Dean stood up and started towards Crowley. 

“I'm sorry. I can’t.” Crowley explained. “That's my insurance. The Winchesters are notorious for killing demons and the princess back there has killed more than I can count. You three won’t kill me as long as I have his soul. I fully intend to return it once this is over and I walk away alive. Deal?”

Everyone stayed quiet. It's not like you had a choice. 

You just shook your head and walked outside. It was freezing, but you were so pissed and unsettled that the cold air felt good. You started walking, but you didn't know where to go, you just needed to get away. You started thinking about everything. Bobby’s Soul. Your heart started racing. The apocalypse. Your hands started shaking.  Lucifer. Your knees went weak which caused you to fall. The cage… Sam, losing Sam. Your chest became tight. You tried to take deep breaths, but your lungs were working against you. As you started gasping for air you felt arms around you. 

“You're ok. I'm here. It's ok Baby. Everything is going to be ok.” Sam’s whispered trying to comfort you “Deep Breath.” he did as he told you and you copied. He squeezed you tighter. “ Again. “ you took a deep breath with him again. “Keep going.” you both did again. He started humming an Elvis song. It was helping. 

Your chest loosened. Your hand stopped shaking. Your heartbeat returning to normal. 

“Thank you.” 

“Not a problem. You know I got you.”

“Yea.” but for how much longer? You didn't want to think about it. 

“Do you wana to talk about anything?”

“Not really. I'm going to go lie down.”

He stood up. You were still in his arms. You didn't have the energy to fight. He carried you into the house. You put your hand on his neck, covering your face with your upper arm. You didn't feel like talking to anyone. 

Everyone was sitting at the kitchen table. Cas and Dean stood up dismay on their faces. “Is she ok?” you heard Dean ask. 

“I think she might have had a slight panic attack,” Sam explained. He continued walking. “She seems better now. I'm gonna lay her in the spare bedroom.”

“Ok let us know if we can do anything,” Bobby called out. Sam nodded as he started up the stairs. 

Sam laid you on the bed. You took the wet socks off your feet and he covered you with a blanket. You rolled onto your side facing him. He sat down on the bed beside you. 

“I’m sorry. I shouldn't have called you I shouldn't have drug you into my shit.”

“Shut up Sam.” you grabbed him and pulled him down to you.  He hesitated. “Samuel. I'm not ok with this whole plan, but if this is going to happen please just let me love you until you go.” 

“It might just make it harder.”

“It's going kill me either way. Please?” you pleaded. 

He gave in and laid down pulling you beside him.  You laid half of your body on him with your head on his chest. “Ya know it's not just hard on you. I finally got you and now I’m going to jump into hell.”

You leaned your head up to look at his face. “So don't do it.”

He kissed your lips. “I'm sorry. You know I can't do that.”

You nuzzled your head back down on his chest. He was so brave, so heroic, he was putting everyone else before his happiness. You couldn't be mad at him for that. Those were some of the reasons you loved him. “I know babe. I know.” you closed your eyes. Listening to his heartbeat you drifted off to sleep.

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Dean was getting the Impala ready. Sam walked up and leaned on the side of it with a heavy sigh.

Dean leaned around the trunk, “Let me guess, we’re about to have a talk?”

“Look, Dean, I agree with you. You think I’m too weak to take on Lucifer. So do I. I know I’m a screw-up. You, Bobby, (y/n), Cas. I’m the least outta all of us.”

“Sam.”

“It’s True. And if there was another way I'd do it in a heartbeat. I don’t want to leave you guys and I do not want to hurt her again, but I don't think there's another way.”

“Annnnd scene.” Crowley was standing on the other side of the impala. “There's something you need to see.”

Sam read the headline Crowley pointed at. It was about the swine flu outbreak and how Niveus Pharmaceuticals was releasing a vaccine on Wednesday.  Crowley helped them put together that Niveus was run by demons and the vaccine they were releasing was full of the Croatoan virus.

“Eh. Quite a plan.” Sam said

“So you boys better stock up on uh everything because come next Thursday we will be living in Zombieland,” Crowley remarked.

“Fucking great,” Dean said irate. 

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Part 2

[cheesecakemermaid1048]

Oh boy is it hot take Halloween? I think Beast/Ancient doesn’t make sense. It’s toxic, it’ll never be canon, but BOY IS IT FUN TO READ ABOUT. it’s my guilty pleasure, seeing what could be, with a little change in characterisation /silly

-Iridescent Anon

Saaaame anon,I totally get you.I like reading them too from time to time.It's one of those ships you know will never be canon and thank god it wont but still it fun to read about

However this is definitely a hot take in most places in fanbase.

Have some peanut butter cups stuffed with pretzels

[endless-ineffabilities]

istg. i am so obsessed with aemond's walk. that walk can make aemond take all of the modelling jobs in westeros. 😏🫦🥵😩😳

Saaaame... our baby doesn't walk, he struts ✨️

I swear, watching Aemond has compelled me to pay more mind to my own posture 😂 We all should strut as he does. Gods, what a presence!!!

[starlord552-makes-posts]

OH MY GOSH THE KANGAROO POUCH, ITS SO CUTE

SO FAKE PEPPINO

MUPPET MAN

@frostinepac3 JUMPSCARE

[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

All Hell Breaks Loose Pt. 1

Masterlist

*3rd Person POV*

"Hey, don’t forget the extra onions this time, huh?" Dean said as they pulled up to a small diner. "Dude, we're the ones whose gonna have to ride in the car with your extra onions." Sam said as Dean hands him the money. Dean grins and Sam gets out of the car, sighing, (y/n) rolls her eyes as she gets out as well. "Oh joy." She mutters, sarcastically.

"Hey, see if they’ve got any pie." Dean said to them. Glaring, Sam shuts the door as (y/n) shuts her doo as well. "Bring me some pie!" Dean yells as Sam and (y/n) head towards the diner. "I love me some pie." Dean mutters as he watches the two go into the café and talk to the waiter.

Suddenly, Dean's car radio becomes staticky. He glances down and fiddles with it, but it turns off completely. When Dean looks back up, the inside of the café is empty, no waiter, no Sam, no (y/n). He runs into the café as country music is playing, one customer at a booth is dead, face down in a puddle of blood.

Dean draws his gun. "Sam? (Y/n)?" He calls out as he paces forward and looks around. He finds that the employees are also dead, with their throats slit. Then he opens the back door and looks around outside. "(Y/n)?! Sam?!" Dean shouts then he notices something on the door and runs his finger over it.

"Sulfur." He mutters then he races back out the front door, heading back to the car. "Sam! (Y/n)! Sammy! (Y/n)!" Dean yells but no response. "Sam? (Y/n)? Sammy! (Y/n)!" He calls out as he looks around but no response. "SAAAAM! (Y/N)!!" He shouts, panicked and worried.

*(y/n)'s POV*

I start to come to and see that I had woken up in the middle of nowhere. I was lying on the ground then I turn my head to sed a few abandoned buildings lining the street, I stand up and take out my phone, but got no cell reception. "Damn it." I growled and I began to look around.

I continue to search the deserted town but don’t find much. Most of the buildings are broken down or locked from the outside. Suddenly, I hear a creaking noise nearby then I grab a plank of wood, ready to fight. I brandish the plank, when I heard a voice shout. "Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" I get a better look and see Sam and Andy, who had jumped back, startled.

"Sam? Andy?" I said and Sam goes to hug me. "Oh thank God." He said as I patted his back. "(Y/n)! What are you doing here?" Andy asked me. "I don’t know." I replied then I look at Sam. "What's going on? Where are we?" I asked him and he shrugs. "Is Dean here?" I asked. "If he is, I haven't seen him." Sam said.

Suddenly, we hear a woman screaming in the distance, we run and approach another deserted building. She is locked inside, banging on the door for help. "Hello?" Sam calls out. "Help me! Help me, please!" The woman cries. "Okay, we're here. We’re gonna get you out, all right? Just hold on a second." I said as we go to the door.

"Please!" She cries and Sam grabs a large rock and smashes the padlock on the door. "All right, one second." Sam said and he unlocks the door and Ava steps out. "Ava?" Sam and I said, shocked, and she looks up at us "Oh my God! Sam! (Y/n)!" She sobs and she gives Sam a gigantic hug.

"So, I guess you guys know each other." Andy said as Ava goes to hug me. "Yeah." Sam and I said. "How did you—I mean, how did you—" Ava stammers before I speak up. "Ava, have you been here this whole time?" I asked her. "What whole time? I just woke up in there, like, a half an hour ago." She said to us.

"Well, you’ve been gone for five months. My brother, (y/n) and I have been looking for you everywhere." Sam said. "Okay, that’s impossible, because I saw you two days ago." Ava said, looking between me and Sam. "You didn’t. I’m sorry." I said.

"But…that makes no sense. That’s not—oh my God! My fiancée, Brady! If I’ve been missing for that long, he must be freaking out!" Ava said and Sam and I exchange worried looks. "Well…" I said then Ava notices Andy and looks at him, confused.

"Hey. Andy. Also freaking out." Andy said, nervously. "Okay." Ava said then she turns to me and Sam. "What’s happening?" She asked. "I, uh, uh, we don’t really know yet. But I know one thing: I know what the four of us have in common." Sam said then we hear a man’s voice, calling from the distance.

"Hello? Is anybody there?" 

"Maybe more than four." I said to Sam and we run to the side of another building to see a man and a blonde girl. "Hello? Hey! Hey, you guys all right?" I called out to them. "I think so." The man said.

"I’m Sam." Sam greets.

"And I'm (y/n)." I said.

"I’m Jake." Jake said.

"Lily." The girl said.

"Are there any more of you?" Sam asked them. "Naw." Jake said. "How did we even get here? A minute ago, I was in San Diego." Lily said. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I went to sleep last night in Afghanistan." Jake said to her.

"Let me take a wild guess: you two are both twenty-three?" Sam asked them and they look at him, shocked. "We all are. And we all have abilities." Sam said. "What?" Jake asked. "It started a little over a year ago? You found you could do things? Things you didn’t think were possible?" I asked them and they both nod. "Sam and I have visions. We see things before they happen." I said.

"Yeah. Me, too." Ava said.

"And I recently found out I can move objects, too." I said and Sam nods at me. Sometime after I told Dean about my new power, I went and told Sam about it, who seemed shocked by this, but he was also worried.

"Yeah, and I can put thoughts into people’s heads. Like, make them do stuff. But don’t worry, it, I don’t think it works on you guys. Oh, but get this –- I’ve been practicing. Training my brain, like meditation. So now, it’s not just thoughts I can beam out, but images, too. Like, anything I want. Bam! People, they see it. This one guy I know – total dick, right? I used it on him: gay porn. All hours of the day." Andy said and he laughs. "It was just like…you should have seen the look on his face." Andy said as the others look unamused, at best, disgusted at worst. "Uh…okay." Andy mutters.

"So, you go, Simon says give me your wallet, and they do?" Lily asked and Andy nods then she turns to Sam and Ava. "You have visions?" She said then she turns to me. "And not only you have visions, you can move objects. That’s great! I’d kill for something like that." She said.

"Lily, listen, it’s okay—" I started to say but she shakes her head. "No. It’s not. I touch people? Their hearts stop. I can barely leave my house. My life’s not exactly improved. So, screw you. I just wanna go home." She growls at us.

"And what, we don’t?" Jake asked her. "You know what, don’t talk to me like that, not right—" Lily said and Sam steps forward. "Hey, guys, please. Look, whether we like it or not, we’re all here, and so we all have to deal with this." Sam said.

"Who brought us here?" Andy asked. "It’s less of a who. It’s...more of a what." I said to them. "What does that mean?" Ava asked and Sam and I exchange a look. "It’s a...it's a demon." Sam said and Lily huffs out a breath of disgust.

*3rd Person POV*

Bobby and Dean were parked on the side of the road, poring over a map. "This is it. All demonic signs and omens over the past month." Bobby said to him. "Are you joking? There’s nothing here." Dean said, annoyed. "Exactly." Bobby said.

"Well, come on, there’s gotta be something. What about the, the, the normal, low-level stuff? You know, exorcisms, that kind of thing." Dean said. "That’s what I’m telling you: there’s nothing. It’s completely quiet." Bobby said.

"Well, how are we supposed to look for Sam and (y/n)? What, do we just close our eyes and point?" Dean asked and his phone rings. It's Ash, calling from the Roadhouse.

"Ash, what do you got?" Dean answers. "Okay, listen, it’s a big negatory on Sam and (y/n)—" Ash said. "Oh, come on, man! You’ve gotta give us something. We’re looking at a three thousand-mile haystack here." Dean exclaims, annoyed.

"Listen, Dean. I did find something." Ash said. "Well, what?" Dean asked. "I can’t talk over this line, Dean." Ash said. "Come on, I don’t have time for this!" Dean said, annoyed. "Make time, okay? Because this –" Ash stops as a customer walks by, and says to the customer. "What’s up? What’s going on?" He asked. The customer passes by, and Ash goes back to Dean. 

 Not only does this almost definitely help you find your brother, this is... it’s huge. So get here. Now." Ash said and he hangs up.

"I guess we’re going to the Roadhouse. Come on." Dean said to Bobby as he puts his phone away and the two get into the Impala and drive away.

*(y/n)'s POV*

"So, we’re soldiers in a demon war to bring on the Apocalypse?" Jake asked us after Sam and I explained what we think is going on. "When you put it like that—" Sam said, shrugging. "And, and we’ve been picked?" Jake asked. "Yes." I replied.

"Why us?" Jake asked. "We're not sure, okay? But look, we just know—" Sam started to say but Ava speaks up. "Sam, I’m sorry. Psychics and spoon-bending is one thing, but demons?" She asked. "Look, we know it sounds crazy, but—" I started to say.

"It doesn’t just sound it." Jake said. "I don’t really care what you think, okay? If we’re all gathered here together, then that means it’s starting and that we’ve gotta—" Sam said but Jake interrupts again. "The only thing I’ve gotta do is stay away from wackjobs, okay? I’ve heard enough. I’m better off on my own. FYI, so are you." Jake said and he starts to walk away.

"Jake, hold on. Jake!" I shout but he��ignores me and continues walking. We go to follow him until we hear a screeching sound. We go over to into an abandoned schoolhouse and see a girl laughing and her nails grow to form claws, and her face contorts as she stalks towards Jake.

"Get back!" Jake yells as Sam and I enter the building, Sam grabs an iron poker and hits the girl with it. She dissolves into a cloud of black smoke, which exits the schoolroom. The others join us.

"Just so you know? That was a demon." Sam said to Jake, who looks horrified. "Now, that thing – I’m not sure, but I think it was an Acheri. A demon that disguises itself as a little girl. That still doesn’t tell us where we are." I said as we walk out of the building and I look over at Andy, who looks terrified. "Andy, are you with me or what?" I asked him.

"Give me a minute. I’m still working through, Demons are real." He said as we keep walking. In front of one of the buildings is a large, rusty bell hanging from a wooden structure. "I’ve seen that bell before. I think I know where we are now: Cold Oak, South Dakota. A town so haunted, every single resident fled." Sam said.

"Swell. Good to know we’re somewhere so historical." Ava said with sarcasm. "Why in the world would that demon or whatever put us here?" Lily asked. "I’m wondering the same thing." I said and Sam nods.

"You know what? It doesn’t matter. Clearly, the only sane thing to do here is get the hell out of Dodge." Lily said and she starts to walk away. "Wait, hold on. Lily, the only way out is through miles of woods." Sam said to her.

"Beats hanging out with demons." Lily grumbles. "Lily, look, we don’t know what’s going on yet. I mean, we don’t even know how many of them are out there right now." I said to her.

"Yeah, she’s right. We should—" Jake started to say but Lily screams at us. "Don’t say we! I’m not part of we. I have nothing in common with any of you." 

"Okay, look, I know—" Sam said but she talks over him. "You don’t know anything! I accidentally touched my girlfriend." She yells and we look at her, stunned. "I’m sorry." Sam said, softly, and I nodded at her. "Whatever. I feel like I’m in a nightmare, and it just keeps getting worse and worse." She said.

"I’ve lost people, too. I have a brother out there right now that could be dead, for all I know. We’re all in bad shape. But I’m telling you, the best way out of this is to stick together." Sam said to her. "Fine." Lily growls and Sam nods, and we continue looking around the town.

"We’re looking for iron, silver, salt –- any kind of weapon." Sam said to them. "Salt is a weapon?" Jake asked. "It’s a brave new world." I said. "Well, hopefully there’s food in your world, because I’m frickin’ starving." Andy said and I chuckled a bit.

*3rd Person POV*

Dean and Bobby turn the corner to the Roadhouse. But when they get there, however, the entire building had burned to the ground. "What the hell?" Dean said, shocked, as he and Bobby get out of the car and begin walking among the debris. Every single part of the Roadhouse had been destroyed.

"Oh, my God." Bobby mutters, devastated.

"You see Ellen?" Dean asked him.

"No. No Ash, either." Bobby said. Dean suddenly bends down and sees Ash's watch in the pile of rubble. He pulls on it and sees it is still attached to Ash's very burnt corpse. "Oh, Ash, damn it!" Dean growls.

*(y/n)'s POV*

I was searching one of the abandoned houses and find a knife. I pick it up then turn back to Ava, who is massaging her head. "Hey, you all right?" I asked her. "Yeah, I’m just…I don’t know, a little dizzy." She said. "Are you sure it’s not some kind of—" I started to ask and she looks over at me. "What? Some kind of freaky vision thing? No, more like I’d kill for a sandwich. I haven’t eaten since…well, who knows?" She said and I give her a worried look.

"No, don’t worry. I’m fine. Except for every single thing that’s happening." She said to me. "You guys! I found something!" Andy shouts and Ava and I go and join Andy, Jake and Sam, Andy was holding up two bags.

"Salt!" He exclaims, happily. "That’s great, Andy. Now, we all can…" I started to say but then I noticed someone was missing. "Where’s Lily?" I asked and everyone looks around. "Lily?" Ava calls out.

"Lily!" Sam shouts then we hear the little girl giggling nearby. The five of them walk outside and see, at the top of a water tower, Lily hanging from a noose, dead. "Oh, my God! Okay, that’s officially—" Ava exclaims and she looks over at me and Sam. "Guys, she’s dead! She’s dead! You guys said we were chosen for a reason. That is not chosen! That’s killed! Okay, we have to get out of here." She said, frantically.

"Stop." Sam said.

"Yeah, I second that emotion." Andy said.

"Not sure that’s an option." Jake said.

"What?" Ava asked.

"Lily was trying to leave. The demon’s not gonna let us get away that easy. We’ve gotta gear up for the next attack." I tell the others. "Oh, gear up?" Ava asked. "Yeah." Sam and I said. "Okay, well, I’m not a soldier. I can’t do that!" Ava shouts.

"Well, if you wanna stay alive, you’re gonna have to. Let’s go." Sam said and Jake turns to us. "I’ll get her down." Jake saud and he walks away. "You know, I was just thinking about how much Dean would help right now. I’d give my arm for a working phone." Sam said and nod. "Yeah, me too." I said.

"You know, you may not need one. I’ve never tried it long-distance before, but do you have anything of Dean’s on you? Like, something he touched?" Andy asked us and Sam and I search out pockets.

"Uh…I’ve got a receipt. Would that work?" Sam asked him. "Yeah." Andy said then he looks at the signature on the receipt. "D. Hasselhoff?" He asked us. "Yeah, that’s Dean’s signature." Sam said but Andy still stares at him. "It’s hard to explain." Sam said and Andy nods.

"All right." He said.

*3rd Person POV*

"This is…" Bobby started to say but trails off. "What the hell did Ash know? We’ve got no way of knowing where Ellen is. Or if she’s even alive. We’ve got no clue what Ash was gonna tell us. Now, how the hell are we gonna find Sam and (y/n)?" Dean asked him. "We’ll find them." Bobby said when Dean clutches his head in pain.

"Dean?" Bobby asked as Dean groans and doubles over. He sees an image of the Cold Oak bell very quickly. "What was that?" Bobby asked as Dean comes to. "I don’t know. A headache?" Dean said. "You get headaches like that a lot?" Bobby asked. "No. Must be the stress." Dean chuckles. "I could have sworn I saw something." He mutters.

"What do you mean? Like a vision? Like what Sam and (y/n) get?" Bobby asked him. "What? No!" Dean shouts. "I’m just saying." Bobby exclaims. "Come on, I’m not some psychic." Dean said.

Suddenly, the vision comes back and he falls against the car in pain. He sees another image, this time of Sam and (y/n). "Dean? Dean! Are you with me?" Bobby asked, worried. "Yeah, I think so. I saw Sam and (y/n). I saw them, Bobby." Dean said. "It was a vision." Bobby said, firmly. "Yeah. I don’t know how, but yeah. Whew. That was about as fun as getting kicked in the jewels." Dean said.

"What else did you see?" Bobby asked. "Uh…there was a bell." Dean said. "What kind of bell?" asked Bobby. "Like a big bell with some kind of engraving on it, I don’t know." Dean replied, shrugging.

"Engraving?" Bobby asked.

"Yeah." Dean said.

"Was it a tree? Like, an oak tree?" Bobby asked.

"Yeah, exactly." Dean said and Bobby has a look of realization. "I know where Sam and (y/n) are." He said and they load up in the car.

*(y/n) POV*

Ava and I wwre in one of the houses, lining the doors and windows with salt when she said. "My horoscope said I shouldn’t have gotten out of bed." Then she scoffs and turns to me. "How you doing? Holding up?" She asked me. "I’m okay. What about you?" I asked her.

"Not so okay. Why us, (y/n)? What did we do to deserve this?" She asked me. "Just lucky, I guess." I joked and she chuckles. "If it wasn’t for bad luck, we’d have no luck at all. I just can’t wait for this all to be over so I can just pretend it never happened. I just wanna curl up with Brady and watch bad TV." She said then she notices the look on my face.

"What is it?" She asked me and I look down, uncomfortable. "(Y/n)…do you know something that I don’t?" She asked me. "Look, Ava…I’m sorry. I wish I didn’t have to tell you this." I said to her. "Tell me what?" She asked me.

"When the demon broke into your house to take you…your fiancée didn’t make it. I’m sorry." I said and her eyes widen in shock then fear. "No, that’s…no!" She screams then I hug her while she sobs.

That night, all of us were sitting in one room, silent. Sam and I were struggling to stay awake, but I close my eyes every so often. Suddenly, in the corner of the room, I see the yellow-eyed demon standing behind Jake. "Jake! Behind you!" I shout but Jake doesn’t hear me.

"Howdy, (y/n)." The demon greets me then I look over at Sam to see him asleep. I go and snap my fingers in front of him but he doesn't respond.

"I’m dreaming." I stated at the demon smiles. "What do you say you and I take a little walk?" He asked me, smiling.

"You’re awfully quiet, (y/n). You’re not mad at me, are you?" The Demon asked me as we walk outside. "I’m gonna tear you to shreds, I swear to—" I growled and he chuckles. "When you wake up, girlie, you give it your best shot." He said. "Where's Dean?" I asked him. "Quit worrying about Dean. I’d worry more about yourself." The Demon said.

"Why? You gonna kill me?" I asked, sarcasm dripping from my voice. "I’m trying to help you. That’s why we’re talking. You’re the one I’m rooting for." The Demon said. "What the hell is supposed to mean?" I asked him.

 "Welcome to the Miss America pageant. Why do you think you’re here? This is a competition. Only one of you crazy kids is gonna make it out of here alive." He said and I stop and give him a confused look.

"I thought we were supposed to be—"

"Soldiers in a coming war? That’s true. You are. But here’s the thing: I don’t need soldiers. I need soldier. I just need the one." The Demon said. "Why?" I asked. "Well, I couldn’t just come out and say that, could I, (y/n)? I had to let everyone think they had a fighting chance. But what I need...is a leader." aaid The Demon.

"To lead who?" I asked. "Oh, I’ve already got my army. Or, I will soon, anyway." He said and I glared at him. "You son of a bitch." I growled. "Honestly, I’m surprised you hadn’t guessed. I mean, why do you think so many children flamed out already? Max Miller and Andy’s brother, what’s-his-name? They weren’t strong enough. I’m looking for the best and brightest of your generation." The Demon said.

"My generation?" I said, confused. "Well, there’s other generations, but let’s just worry about yours. That’s why I’m here, (y/n). I wanna give you the inside track. You’re tough. You’re smart. You’re well-trained, thanks to your daddy. (Y/n) you’re my favorite." He said and I scoff. "Yeah, I'm sure you say that to all of the psychics." I said and he chuckles a bit.

"You ruined my life." I said. "The cost of doing business, I’m afraid. I needed you sharp, on the road, honing your skills. Your gifts." He said to me. "What about my mom? And my dad?" I asked him. "That was bad luck." He said.

"Bad luck? You put that cancer in my dad! You killed my mom!" I yelled. "Your mother walked in on us. Wrong place, wrong time. Your dad...he was just an obstacle in the way." He said. "What does that mean?" I asked him.

"It wasn’t about her or your dad. It was about you. It’s always been about you." He said. "What?" I asked and the demon smiles. "Well…okay. You caught me in a charitable mood. I’ll show you." He said and he snaps his fingers, and we were in a room, that looked like a nursery that was painted pink.

"Look familiar? It should." The Demon said and I look at the crib and see my six-month-old self crying in my crib, while the Yellow-Eyed Demon from the past stands over me. I step forward but the Demon stops me. "Relax, (y/n), this is just a hi-def instant replay. Enjoy the show." He said and the past Demon slices his own wrist with his nail and drips some of the blood onto my six-month mouth.

"What the hell are you doing to me?" I asked him, horrified. "Better than mother’s milk." The Demon said and I look at him, horrified. "Does this mean I have demon blood in me?" I asked and the demon chuckles. "Answer me!" I yelled at him but then my mother walks by the room but stops and comes in.

"(Father's name)?" She said and the past Demon turns to her. She jumps at this, her eyes widen in fear. "Who the hell are you? What are you doing to my daughter?!" She asked then the past Demon forces her against the wall. "Mom!" I screamed as I watch her slowly move up the wall, until she is pinned to the ceiling.

"No!" I screamed as she continues her slide upward. "No!" I yelled again. "I don’t think you wanna see the rest of this." The Demon said and he snaps his fingers again.

I jolt awake in the abandoned South Dakota house when I hear Jake shouting. "Sam, (y/n), wake up!" Jake yells and I look over to see Sam was asleep too. That is until Jake woke him up. "Ava’s missing." Jake informed us and we get up and run outside.

"I’ll take the barn and the hotel. You two take the houses." Jake said to us. "All right. Meet back here in ten minutes, okay?" Sam said. "Okay." Jake said and we split up and walk around and search until I heard a scream from a nearby house.

I run towards it, Sam following close behind me, and we come in and see her crying, pointing at Andy's body. I gasped as she turns to us. "Sam! (Y/n)! I just found him like this!" She cries.

"What happened?" Sam asked her. "I don’t know!" Ava exclaims. "How’d that thing get in? Where were you?" I asked her, suspiciously. "I just went to get some water from the well. I was only gone maybe, like, two minutes!" She shouts.

"You shouldn’t have gone outside. Ava, we have to stay in here—" Sam said but then I notice the salt on the window, it looked like someone wiped a chunk off of it which would break the salt line and let any demon in. "Sam?" I said and he comes over and sees it.

"Who did that?" I asked Ava as I turn to her. "I don’t know, maybe Andy—" she stammers. "Andy wouldn’t do that. Ava, that line wasn’t broken when Sam and I left." I said and she looks at us, nervously. "Ava." Sam and I said, firmly.

"What? You don’t think that I—" she asked, panicked.

"I’ll tell you what we think: five months. You’re the only one with all that time you can’t account for. And that headache you got? Right when the demon got Lily." Sam said and I nod in agreement.

"What are you trying to say?" Ava asked.

"What happened to you?" I asked her.

"Nothing!" She shouts Sam and I stare her down until a minute later, she drops the act, and laughs a little. "Had you guys going though, didn’t I?" She asked as she wipes her eyes. "Yeah. I’ve been here a long time. And not alone, either. People just keep showing up. Children, like us. Batches of three or four at a time." She said.

"You killed them? All of them?" Sam asked, shocked. "I’m the undefeated heavyweight champ." She replied and my jaw drops. "Oh, my God." Sam and I muttered. "Don’t think God has much to do with this, guys." Ava said.

"How could you?" Sam asked her. "I had no choice. It's me or them. After a while, it was easy. It was even kind of fun. I just stopped fighting it." She replied. "Fighting what?" I asked. "Who we are, (y/n). If you'd just quit your hand-wringing and open yourself up, you have no idea what you can do. The learning curve is so fast, it’s crazy, the switches that just flip in your brain." She laughs. "I can’t believe I started out just having dreams. Do you know what I can do now?" She asked.

"Control demons." I said she smiles. "Ah, you are quick on the draw." She said and she puts her hands to her head. "Yeah, I’m sorry, guys. But, it’s over." She said.

A cloud of black smoke comes to the window but just as it is about to enter, Jake comes from behind Ava and twists her neck, killing her instantly. The demonic smoke leaves the window and disappears.

*3rd Person POV*

Outside, near the edge of the woods, Bobby and Dean pull up in the Impala. "Well, it looks like the rest of the way’s on foot." Bobby said and they open the trunk and grab a couple of guns. "Let’s go." Dean said and they head into the abandoned town.

*(y/n)'s POV*

"I think we can make it out of here now." Sam said as we walk outside. "But the Acheri demon…" Jake said, confused. "No, no, no. Ava was summoning it, controlling it. It shouldn’t come back now that she’s dead. We gotta go." I said. "Not we, (y/n). Only one of us is getting out of here. I, I’m sorry." He said as Sam and I turn to him.

"What?" We said. "I had a vision. That Yellow-Eyed Demon or whatever it was, he talked to me. He told me how it was." Jake said. "No, Jake, listen. You can’t listen to him." Sam warns him. "S-Sam, he’s not letting us go. Only one. Now, if we don’t play along, he’ll kill us both. Now, I-I like you two. I do. But do the math here. What good’s it do for all of us to die? Now, I can get out of here. I get close to the demon, I can kill the bastard." Jake said.

"You come with us, we can kill him together." I said to Jake. "How do I know either of you won’t turn on me?" He asked. "We won’t." Sam and I said. "I don’t know that." Jake said. "Okay, look." Sam said and he and I take out our knives, show it to Jake, and place them on the ground.

"Just come with us, Jake. Don’t do this. Don’t play into what it wants." Sam said to him. After a pause, Jake places his weapon on the ground as well. "Okay." Sam and I sighed, relieved.

Suddenly, Jake punches Sam, making him fly across the field and crash onto the ground. "Sam!" I yelled and Jake goes after me but I duck then raise my hand out and the knife flies into my hand. Jake approaches me and I swing the knife at him, slicing at his arm. He yelps in pain then knocks the knife out of my hand and punches me, making me fly backwards.

I groan and cough as I turn to my front and Jake kicks down the fence and leans over Sam. Sam kicks out at Jake then the two exchange blows with Sam on the ground, and then he leverages himself up. I get up and run at Jake as he one hits Sam's right arm and shoulder with a bone-crunching sound, knocking him down again.

Jake approaches Sam but I jump on his back and wrap my arms around his neck. Jake grabs my arm with one hand and grabbed the back collar of my shirt with his other and flings me over him, slamming me on my back. The wind was knocked out of me and Jake starts to loom over me when Sam knocks Jake out with an iron bar. I rolled to my side as Sam approaches the unconscious Jake, consideringly, and lifts the bar as if to strike.

"Sam..." I muttered and he looks over at me then at Jake. He hesitates for a moment, then tosses the bar to the ground and comes over to help me up.

"(Y/n)! Sam!" We hear Dean's voice shout in the distance. Sam and I turn to the direction of his voice and I smiled and both of us stagger our way towards Dean.

*3rd Person POV*

Sam and (y/n) see Dean and Bobby approaching, with flashlights, towards them. They walk towards each other, in the rain. "Dean!" Sam and (y/n) said in relief and happiness. 

Meanwhile, Jake suddenly wakes up then he grabs the knife that Sam had placed on the ground.

"Guys, look out!" Dean shouts as he picks up his pace. But too late, Jake stabs the knife right through (y/n)'s back. Dean takes off running for them. "Noooo!" Dean screams as Jake twists the knife, creating a massive wound, before Sam turns to him and tries to fight him. Jake stabs Sam in the side but ran away, quickly, as Bobby comes closer. 

(Y/n), gasping, falls to her knees and Sam falls to his side. While Bobby chases after Jake, Dean slides to the ground in front of (y/n). He grabs at her clothing, trying to keep her conscious then he looks over at Sam. "Sam, are you...?" He asked and Sam nods as he holds his bleeding side.

Dean then turns to his attention to (y/n). "(Y/n)." He said, softly, and she falls forward onto Dean's shoulder. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, (y/n). (Y/n)! Hey! Hey, hey. Come here. Let me look at you." Dean said and he places his hand on the wound in (y/n)'s back, covering his entire palm in blood.

"Hey, look at me. It’s not even that bad. It’s not even that bad, all right?" Dean said as (y/n)'s head wobbles. "(Y/n)? (Y/n)!" He said as he holds her then she places her hand on his cheek, Sam watches this as he winces.

"Hey, listen to me. We’re gonna patch you up, okay? You’ll be good as new. Huh? I’m gonna take care of you. I’m gonna take you care of you. I’ve got you. That’s my job, right?" Dean said to her.

"Dean..." she whispers, softly, then her eyes started closing. "No, no, no, no...please (y/n). Please hold on. Please. Don't leave me. Don't leave me." Dean pleads as tears formed in his eyes and he touches her face. "(Y/n)? (Y/n)! (Y/n)!" Dean cries as her eyes shut and her entire body slumps forward.

"No. No, no, no, no, no, no. Oh, God. Oh, God." Dean said as Sam gasps and tears begin to pour down his face. "No." Sam said, softly, and he lowers his head. With tears streaming down his face, Dean rocks (y/n) in his arms as she dies.

"(Y/N)!" He screams out, in a loud tearful scream.

@itzabbyxx

[chattahoochiecoochie]

Drunk In Tampa Bay

Summary: After hours travel can be a headache, especially when you’re drunk.

Word Count: 2.7K

Warnings: Drinking / Predatory Male Figure / Implied Dub Con ? 

A/N: A little variety goodie bag from yours truly. A little protectiveness, a little PDA, a little drunken something. I saw someone say something the other day about writing to serve a demand. Couldn’t be me. This is for me. 

“Y’all wait here. I’m gonna go get the cars.” Joe had a hand on your back, head on a swivel as he looked around for the valet stand that seemed to have up and left while y’all had been inside. “Where the hell is Ja’Marr?”

“Don’t look now, but Sammy’s gone too.” Your friend was slurring, clinging to the other side of you for dear life.

“What—Sam?”

“Saaaam!” She squealed, tugging on your arm as the three of you scanned the growing crowd. The brunette was nowhere to be found.

You looked at Joe, shrugging underneath the weight of your friend. He seemed uncertain, vague worry passing over his eyes. The valet was sure to be a disaster, and now you were short two people. He looked at you for a moment, frowning slightly before looking out over the crowd again.

“I’m gonna take her to the door, we’ll wait there for the boys. Go get the car.” Sliding out of his grip, you towed Sarah behind you. “We’ll be fine.”

“You sure?” His hand was out, grazing you as you walked back toward the front of the club.

“Promise!” Waving, you shied from his grasp and slipped into the mass of people.

Sarah was heavy on your arm, dragging behind you as her heels caught the pavement with every other step. She was blitzed, completely gone. You weren’t even sure how it had happened. You’d been drinking sure, and Joe just kept putting a hand up for the waiter, like he always did. But even still, you weren’t nearly as far gone. She’d gone soft since your college days, and you kicked yourself for not having noticed sooner.

Nails digging into your arm, she tripped alongside you, collapsing onto a stone pillar as you finally pushed beyond the crowd to the club's front door. It was a madhouse, people filing out onto the street in a mad dash for the next available Uber. Thank god Joe had gotten a rental, you thought, watching as a flash of white screens walked by, people groaning and whining as the wait times kept climbing.

“Do you want to sit?” You asked. Sarah was leaning hard, one hand on the pillar, the other wrapped tight around your bicep.

“Mmfine.” She slurred, shaking her head slowly, chin dropped. Jesus Christ, she was fucked.

If she wasn’t gonna sit, the best you could do was sidle up next to her and give her a corner to fall back on. Shifting your weight against her, you pressed your back to the pillar and pulled her into your side. With an arm around her back, you pressed a hand to her abdomen and let her head fall on your shoulder.

She wanted to go to a local gym tomorrow, see some people she knew from her days before the Bengals, she’d said. That was definitely not happening. You smiled softly at the thought, pressing a kiss to her forehead as she groaned loudly into the side of your neck. Even with her chin pointed to the ground, you could smell the alcohol coming off her breath.

As the minutes passed without the boys coming into view, and Joe somewhere near the street, hopefully closer to getting the cars, Sarah dipped further out of reality. She was drooling a little, head so heavy you figured she must be half asleep. You were wiping a thumb across her mouth when someone appeared beside you. Thank god, you thought, where the hell had—

“Your friend okay?” An unfamiliar voice filled the space next to you, and when you looked up, neither of the boys you’d come with was looking at you. Instead, a short, young blond man was staring at you, gesturing to Sarah.

“Just a little too much to drink.” You smiled, hugging her tighter.

“You guys got a way to get home?” He paused for a moment, pointing to something off in the distance. “Cause—”

“—We’re good.” You tried to sound chipper, suddenly very aware that he was not being genuine. It was funny how that happened, kindness turning into creepy in the blink of an eye or a single word. Tripping over your friend, you stepped away from him, trying to put more distance between the two of you. He followed.

“You shouldn’t be alone out here, with her so fucked up.” He put a hand out, barely missing you as you ducked back. “I could—”

“You could what, big man?” There he was. The nerves in your stomach pooled almost instantly. Behind the stranger, Sam had appeared seemingly out of thin air. He was looming, placing a large hand on the man’s shoulder before pulling him away from you.

“I was just…” The man trailed off, failing to come up with an adequate answer. His eyes had gone wide, color drained from his face at the sight of Sam behind him.

“Thinking you’d bother two pretty girls, standing all alone?” Sam looked dangerous behind him, eyes dark, trademark smirk replaced by something more sinister. You felt small, looking at him. The feeling of safety you felt with him seemed to run deeper, snagging in the pit of your stomach. He was in control, like always.

“I…” The man fell short of himself again, voice small. Sam’s hand crept back on his shoulder until his fingers were on the man's shirt collar, fabric held tight in his fist.

“Fucking creep.” In an instant, the man was yanked backward by the collar. Too powerful for his own good, Sam overshot, sending the man flying when he released his hold on the guy's shirt.

“Sam!” You yelped. Drawn from her stupor by the sound of you, Sarah roused herself beside you.

“Sammy!”

“He didn’t try anything, did he?” He was on you in a blink, arms around you, worried eyes searching yours.

You shook your head, letting your eyes shut when he put a hand on the back of your head, pressing you against his chest. Good, he murmured, letting the word get lost as he kissed the crown of your head. He was warm, heart racing.

“Joey still working on the cars?” Behind you, Ja’Marr was walking up, hands shoved deep in his pockets. You laughed weakly, burrowing your face in Sam’s chest as the humor of the moment hit you. He looked as casual as ever—blissfully unaware of the drama he’d just missed.  

It occurred to you that the scene he had stumbled upon might be just as bewildering—Sam with his arms around you, kissing your head, and Sarah holding your hand and twirling around in a drunken daze. You laughed again.

It wasn’t like you were keeping a secret out right. Hell, Sam had pulled you into his lap by the third round, rough housing with you as the liquor kept flowing. Worse than that, Joey had been anything but inconspicuous, hands wandering, lip pulled between his teeth every time your dress rode up. Sarah had her suspicions—you knew before she’d confessed in the ladies room.

But if Ja’Marr thought anything of it then, he hadn’t said, and he didn’t seem bothered by it now. Walking up to the three of you, he grabbed Sarah’s outstretched hand,  and started dragging the three of you along as he headed for the curb in search of Joe.

The four of you saw him before he saw you, though not for lack of trying—he was stuck up at the front of the valet line, leaning against one of two blacked SUVs, eyes searching the sea of people. Dragging Sam’s hand up with yours, you waved at him.

“Joey!”

“Finally!” Following the sound of his name, he turned towards you, grinning. “Thought I was gonna have to come looking for you.”

“The girls got caught up.”

Releasing your hold on Sarah and Sam, you walk straight into Joe’s outstretched arms, blushing when he kisses your head. “Caught up?”

“Some guy.” Sam says, shrugging off the worry. He’d handled it. You nod along with him when Joe gives you another look, brow raised.

“All good, promise.”

He doesn’t believe you, you can tell, but his trust in Sam is implicit. Letting the subject drop, he hugs you to his chest and reaches into his pocket, producing the car keys after a short struggle.

“In that case, y’all ready?” He tosses the first set to Ja’Marr, flinging the second at Sam without warning.

“Sarah who you riding with?” She’s sobered some since falling asleep on your shoulder, but only just. Twirling in lazy circles around Ja’Marr, her head picks up at the sound of her name, but it's obvious she hasn’t heard the question. Sam tries again.

“Can I have McDonalds?”

There's a look between the three men standing with you, and it’s Ja’Marr who shrugs first. He takes her back by the wrist, guiding her toward the closest SUV's front seat.

“Some of the guys are at the waffle house. You want waffles?” She shrieks in response, clamoring into the carseat without further question. Shaking his head softly, he puts his knee out, guiding her legs into the cab before shutting the door on her. “We’re getting waffles. I’ll see y’all back at the hotel?”

“We’ll see you.”

He leaves the three of you where you're standing, skipping around to the drivers sides with heavy steps. From her window, Sarah is staring at you, leaning against the glass. She’s got a funny look on her face, shaking when a drunk giggle passes over her. Pointing with a limp hand, she gestures between you and Joe, and then to Sam, narrowing her eyes. If she remembers anything tomorrow, you’ll tell her the truth—but something tells you she won’t.

Beside you, Sam is waving at her, grinning. “How much you wanna bet they don’t make it to waffles?”

“Ain’t no way. She’ll be out cold by the time they hit that first light.” Joe laughs, waving too when the car finally pulls from the curb. “I thought you gym rats were good with liquor?”

He’s got a hand on yours, the other reaching for the passenger door of the second SUV, a spark in his eye when he helps you up into the seat. “Supposed to be.” You say, knowing damn well that without the responsibility of watching Sarah to sober you, you’ll be back to feeling your own buzz in no time.

It comes on quicker than you think it will, turning the city lights outside the car into a messy blur. Tampa’s still alive, even this late. There are people on the sidewalks, making the drunk walk back to wherever they’d come from, and cars with the windows rolled down on either side of you at every stop light.

There's an energy in the air, a sense of lightheartedness that only comes at times like this, in the early morning, when you’ve had too much to drink. You blush to yourself, feeling sweet about the fact that you get to share it with the two of them. Hanging onto Sam’s arm, you lean over the console, looking back at Joe with a lazy smile on your face. He looks particularly pretty tonight, blue eyes all sparkly, a loose curl hanging above his brow. You blush, eyelashes fluttering.

Hand out, he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, letting his thumb stroke over your cheek. “Feeling it now, huh?”

You nod, head rolling against his hand. Your chest is warm, like the sun is resting on it. When he kisses you, your eyes are already closed, and you hum against him, smiling. He’s gentle, mouth soft on yours. The feeling makes you shiver, and for a second you wish he’d kiss you harder.

Before he can, there's a shift in the car. It’s stopped, and the lights around you are brighter suddenly. Pouting, you watch him pull away from you, sliding out of his seat when a hotel valet opens his door. Next to you, Sam is leaving too, handing off the keys to another teenage kid.

“Come on, babygirl.” Your door has opened, and Joe’s back at your side, taking you by the hands as you climb out, catching you as you fallinto his arms when your feet hit the ground.

Somewhere nearby, Sam is giving money to one of the valets—a lot by the looks of it. Beside you, Joe’s got you pulled against his chest, holding you upright as he leads you into the hotel lobby. You're twitchy next to him, despite a half sober effort not to be.

It's the buzz and the way he’d pulled away from you in the car. You look around for Sam, feeling the way Sarah must have felt about that damn Mcdonald's. Where is someone who will give you what you want? The thought makes you feel guilty, and you whine, nuzzling his bicep with your nose. He’s so sweet and you like that, you love it, but you feel so, so warm.

“What floor?”

“Seventh.” Sams's voice comes from behind, and you look backwards to catch him following you into the elevator.

Reaching a hand out to him, you grab at his shirt, tugging on him. He lets you pull him, smirking at Joe when you wrap your arm around him, putting yourself squarely between them. He’s too tall to reach normally, but you're in those damn heels Sarah lent you, and you can almost reach him.

Your lips find his neck, teeth dragging across his skin. He’s hot to the touch, and sweet lord, he smells good. The response you get is enough, for now. A hand slides over your cheek, cupping the side of your face, pulling you closer, and another skims your abdomen, snagging on the fabric of your dress. Someone laughs, and you whine at the sound, desperate to be taken seriously.

“You leave her hanging Joey?”

“You drive too fast.” He sounds cute, bashful. You feel for him blind, fingers outstretched for any bit of him you can grab onto. It crosses your mind that you might be a lot drunker than you realize. Oh well.

“Oh is that right.” Sam chuckles, leading the three of you out into a dimly lit hall when the elevator suddenly opens behind him. “Better hurry up then, so we can finish what you started,”

You giggle at the implication, skipping next to him, feeling dizzy as another rush of heat rolls through you. So delighted by the prospect, you miss what happens between them entirely, oblivious to the unspoken thought shared between them as you finally stumble up to Sam’s room.

“You got a key?”

“Is this my room?” Joe wraps an arm over your shoulder, kissing the reply into your neck, letting the tip of his nose find that soft spot beneath your ear. The sensation makes you shiver against him, and a whimper rolls on your tongue.

“Very cute, smart guy.” It takes several long seconds, but finally he’s got the passkey out of his wallet and over the receiver and door handle in a single fluid motion, backing through the door with a faint frown.

“You think I’m cute?” Joe pushes you over the doorway into Sam’s arms, spanking you gently on the ass as you skip in front of him.

“’S’what I said, isn’t it?” He’s stopped just short of the bed, hands on your waist. Looking up at him you can see the smirk curling on his lip, and when Joe kisses it off him a moment later, you think for a second you might die.

On either side of you, just how they always are, they’ve got you pinned. Four hands on your waist, fingertips digging deep, threatening to tear the silk of your dress. They’re heavy around you, on each other. For a moment, you’re forgotten, just something for them to anchor on—not that you mind. You’ll get your turn soon enough.

[veren-cos]

Worth it Though!

Sam would be so down for skincare because he just has to have good looks for his concerts. His words!

"Hey farmer! Do I look good or what?" Sam had blue painted all over his face and a goofy smirk plastered under it. You decided it would be a great idea to have a self care day with your boyfriend! Face masks were perfect for your first stay-at-home date.

The two of you had just started going on, and you were over the moon. Sam was amazing. He started waking up early to meet you as you made your way into town. He was warming Jodi and Vincent up to you more. You had gone to the movies, and went on a picnic at the beach. Now, facemasks!

"You look so dumb" you laughed as you finished applying yours. "What about me?"

And he just cracked up laughing. "Oh god, is that how I look?!"

"It's good for our skin I promise!" Or at least you'd hoped.. you'd made them yourself. If anything, they wouldn't hurt!

"What's next, beautiful?" God, you loved it when he called you that.

"I'm thinking...." even though you already had the whole night planned out. "Nailpolish."

"Ooooo" Sam painted his nails frequently! The troublemaking trio had done that a few times at sleep overs. "What color?"

"Hmmm. How about I pick yours, and you pick mine? Cute and simple! Either that, or.. We could go for a matching color?" You were hoping he would want to match! It's an adorable way to show affection, and something that really only the two of you would notice.

"I am so down to match!" He picked up a deep red from the table. "Doesn't this fit the vibe of my guitar?" And it really did.

"Oh, We have to do that color." You nodded your head vigorously. You took the polish out of his hands and gave it a good shake before twisting the top. You started applying it onto Sam first, and you felt his eyes on you.

You just looked so focused! And so cute! Ahhh damn his nails being wet, he wanted to kiss your face. Pull you close, feel your hair in his hands.

"Sam!" He looked at you. "Great I finally have your attention! Your nails are done. Now, you know the drill, don't touch anything until they are dry. It'll ruin them. You want to paint mine while you wait?"

"Oh, uh.." shoot he totally spaced through you actually doing his nails! "Sure!!" He beamed a smile at you. Trying to distract himself with the task at hand. He held your hand in his, holding out your index finger while he painted it red. He could feel your pulse, beating every so slightly underneath his hold.

Maybe he could get away with a peck? He leaned in and kissed you softly before going back to your hands. "Saaaam, stop you gotta focus."

"You never said I couldn't kiss you!! And I am focused." He had about one hand finished, but before he moved on to the next, he gave you another kiss.

You broke off to breath before deepening it. He placed his hands on the sides of your face, inching closer and closer to your hair. Eventually, he lost all composure and slid his hands to grip your hair while melting your lips into his. It was honestly a terrible kiss. Nailpolish getting into both of your hair, and just an awkward position.

But you wouldn't trade it for the world. Once the two of you caught your breath, you teased, "damn it Sam! Now we need to try again!" Showing him your freshly ruined nails.

"Damn..." he looked down at his own, even more ruined than yours. Sam shot you a cheeky grin when you rolled your eyes, "Worth it though!"

Masterlist

This was just a little drabble that floated in my head for a while. I wanted to expand upon it, but it never really happened. And honestly I just love writing and I know if I try to perfect it I'll never post anything so sometimes K just call it a day and am happy with what I write. Also, 2 fics in one day woahhhhhhh, both Sam related too hahah

[aeolianblues]

evaluating the next door party playlist

1 - Kids by MGMT - we’re off to a good start. Okay. The kids are alright. 2 - Ooh, banger! Murder On The Dancefloor. Sophie’s the queen. Fine by me.

3 - saaaam baady come git her, she’s dancin laik a striiiipurr

3.5 - why the fuck is country pop back. I just came back from such a fun indie rock gig. What the hell man. :(

4 - I don’t know the song but I can hear the girls singing along. Song’s shit though, I don’t know where they manage to find those completely tuneless filtered vocal pop songs with the fucking perfect fourth interval harmonies. One of the worst moves in the poposphere. Ugh. It’s not going to get better. This has got to be an algorithmic Spotify playlist. Their asses did not curate this.

5 - this one sounds exactly like the last. Unless they’re playing the discography of this one woman who you hear in literally every mall overhead. Overused claps. Auto tune. I don’t know who she is but she’s been a lifelong nemesis.

6 - this is turning personal. As far as I know, she is not Taylor Swift either, as much as Taylor Swift is played in every mall, barber’s, grocer’s, etc.

7 - You have got to be kidding me.

8 - okay I know this song or a version if it. Aah’ve been looking for you, babe. Lookin’ all my lah ah ah ahh aif. 2012 was not a happy time for me.

8.5 - RIHANNA???? Was anyone going to me this before I opened my big mouth. Was anyone going to tell me I was killing my career as a music journalist in real time. I just have to go away to the mountains and deal with the fact I have not really enjoyed Rihanna for most of my life, don’t I? I’ll have to go into career witness protection if I open my mouth.

9 - god will someone free the world from 2012 electro pop. I don’t want to Just Dayance. Leave me alone. :(

10 - 2004 now. That Natasha Beddingfield song. No one else, no one else. Very house party music.

[quodekash]

wait what did patpran's friends say when they told them they would be playing the main characters

how did they react during rehearsals and stuff

obviously kornwai wouldnt care, but what about the others who think they still hate each other??? who think theyre currently exes?? i have many questions.

but more importantly: THEYRE DOING THE PLAY AND PHUPHATIAN WENT TO WATCH IT AAAAAAA

INKPA INKPA INKPA INKPA

GIRLFRIENDS

LESBIANS

MY WIVES

AAAAAAAAAA

oh i wasnt expecting that

i wouldve expected it to be the other way around

that's so interesting, subverting expectations

i love subverting expectations /gen

veriudjksgbvouerbjsdoguvbre im so excited

im so freaking excited

holy hell

INKPA

THIS RANDOM AUDIENCE MEMBER IS SUCH A FREAKING MOOD OMG

THAT WAS MY REACTION TO THAT PART, TOO

I LOVE THIS AUDIENCE SO MUCH

HES ACTUALLY CRYING

HOLY FREAKING HELL

BRO IS SUCH A GOOD ACTOR

its a shame that the tear is on the side of his face that the audience cant see buT STILL

BRO

HES COMMITTED

I LOVE HIM SO FREAKING MUCH HOLY HELL

SAAAAME

ALSO: INKPA

oh dear merciful god please let them freakin kiss

THEY MEAN SO MUCH TO ME

IM SOBBING

SAME

I LOVE HER SO MUCH

SHE JUST WANTS THEM TO FREAKING KISS

AND SAME

please

OMG THE PART IS COMING

FHWDSFHEASDF

IM SHAKING IN ANTICIPATION

Y E S

THEY DIDNT EVEN HESITATE

AND THEY DIDNT HAVE TO DO THAT

THEY COULDVE JUST LIKE. LEANED THEIR HEADS IN CLOSE TO EACH OTHER. OR DEMONSTRATED WITH THEIR HANDS.

BUT NO, THEY HAD TO KISS EACH OTHER

AND IM DYING BC OF IT

D U D E

LOOK AT HOW HAPPY THEY BOTH LOOK AFTER THAT

GIO34ERPHGSO[VEI4HRSNG0VIO4ERNGSOIBVERJDF

AAAAAAA

G0EVIRODGNOVDVVORILNDFG034IPEJHGT0I34HERQGIUOVBNREULGJBWVNEKSEJDGNVPOREH98GEH0458REHGV9BWVERWG9WBOVHVENPRIOJGKVBLREIKJGB94VOUERGN8943OEBHGNOPUEVRLNGVIORUEJBDGIUBEROUPGB9PU54BERG9UBI4EPOURBGIPOWU4BEGPUBW4IERGJOBREUGWREJOUFVJHKDFFOPEUTRNGHPOIAU5RENGPOIRVBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

EVERYONE IN THE AUDIENCE IS SO DESPERATELY ANTICIPATING THEM KISSING, AND THEN THERES PHUPHATIAN LAUGHING THEIR ASSES OFF, AND ITS SO FUNNY TO ME

YYYYYEAHHHHHHHHHHH

FINALLY

HELL YES

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

GVREIJKDBGERVJD

PA'S LITTLE WHOOP I LOVE HER SO MUCH

LMAO THIS ONE KID FILMING IT

KORNWAIIIII

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

HOLY FREAKING HELL

bro did you not watch the previous architecture play?

the other one he literally starred in?

YOU BROUGHT HIM HIS XYLOPHONE STICKS AT THE AUDITION

PA I LOVE YOU BUT WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT

i agree

also: I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

they just mean so much to me, your honour

i get that you wanna congratulate them buT PLEASE, THE MAN HAS TOO MANY FLOWERS ALREADY, SPARE HIM

LOOK AT PA

SHORT ONE LOOKING LOVINGLY UP AT HER GIRLFRIEND GHREKBFGS

which, by the way, this is one of the few times i can say that theyre short, because shes the only one that's shorter than me. i am a whole two centimetres taller than love, and im proud of that

LUCKILY FOR YOU (and all of us), IT'S ALL ON YOUTUBE AT THE GMMTV CHANNEL

look at me, promoting them. i could be their spokesperson. (hire me gmmtv, im begging you)

YOU'RE ABOUT TO FIND OUT (please let him be about to walk up to them, please please im begging you)

yES

I WAS RIGHT

please, make it stop, he cant carry any more flowers

THEM <3

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i wouldve inserted the image again but uh. youll never guess who ran out of images again

[searsage]

-PDA/message transmission: Time: 0437-06/22/*****-

Robin: SAM! SAAAAM  HELLO? ARE YOU AWAKE?

Sam: Robin..? Why in the devine hell are you texting me this late?!

Robin: Oh good you're awake!

Sam: Now I'm awake, it's 4am...did something happen?

Robin: What? Happen... Like what?

Sam: I don't know anything, Something bad..? Throw me a bone!

Robin: Ohhhh! No...but YES!

Sam:...What? Robin you're not making sense..

Robin: Stop talking so loud he's sleeping, you know they hardly do that..?

Sam: I'm not talking loud, I'm texting you god damn it! I'd ask if those architects switched your brain out for a chipmunk's but you've always texted like you were half in the barrel of helium poisoning...

Robin: What!? Rude!

Sam: Why are you texting me in the middle of the night Robin!?

Robin: Oh! Right-right! So..like he's bigger than I thought... like I only reach his chest.

Sam: Is that bad..? Should I be worried..?

Robin: Oh..well no, it's ok I guess. He wants to take me on a tour of the planet, it's not the worst idea, it's kind of gorgeous here, even if it's mostly water.

Sam: That sounds fun...so why are you on the phone at 3 am..?

Robin: Right! I'm getting there, stop rushing me! I asked him about the whole intimacy inquiry in his ad, he claims it wasn't necessary to be compensated for my time.

Sam: That's GREAT! It would have been a deal breaker really, at least you know he's a freak but not that type of freak.

Robin: Haha..yeah...but like..

Sam: Like what..?

Robin: He's not so bad, kind of stuck up and awkward but knowledgeable when it comes to the wildlife here.

Sam: Uh-huh..well just make sure he doesn't try any funny business, you're there to keep him company and aid in his research so..he better not get any ideas.

Robin: Trust me he doesn't seem interested really, far too enthralled by the alkaline levels in the water!

Sam: Oh he's that type of nerd..

Robin: Yeah.

Sam: Jeez i almost feel bad setting this up, seems like you're going to spend the next month licking stones.

Robin: Hey! That's a valid way of testing sodium levels

Sam: Yeah. For a moose!

Robin: You're...not wrong. Ok i'm going to go to bed now

Sam: Ok keep me posted, let me know if i need to fly there and kick his shrimpy architect ass

Robin: Oh his tail! It wiggles sometimes! Usually when he's startled or excited! It's really cute if I'm going to be honest here..

Sam: Shut up, I need some sleep!

Robin: I'm texting remember!

Sam: Oh for the love of god!

Robin: Your words not mine!

Sam: Just be careful and get some sleep.

Robin: Okay..and Sam..?

Sam: Yeah?

Robin: Thanks for setting this whole thing up, I was really in a pinch, it means a lot..."

Sam: Sure Robin, anything for my little sis. Love you too, good night"

Robin: Night..

-PDA/message transmission: Time: 0313-06/27/*****-

Robin: SAM!!! SAAAAM GOD DAMN IT BE AWAKE NOW!!!

Sam:WHAT what?!  Where are you!? Are you okay?!

Robin: Saaaaaaam!

Sam: Are you in serious danger or something?!

Robin:Huh? Oh! no, I'm fine...physically...

Sam: Then why the hell are you spamming my phone at 3 am in the morning Robin?! You almost gave me a heart attack!

Robin: Oh sorry.. I just needed to talk..

Sam: Okay, about what? is everything ok..?

Robin: No, Not really..

Sam: What happened? Was it something with Alan? Was he being a creep?! Damn it! Do you need me to pick you up? Because I will! Just say the word.

Robin: Uh...no, it's...nothing like that...really.

Sam: Then throw me a bone here Robin! You've been acting strange as hell tonight...I'm worried..

Robin: I...I we..uhh...I slept with him...

Sam: You WHAT?!

[tarjapearce]

i need need need a bot of red king miguel in this crimson crown au oh my god!! need to pretend to be a princess being married off to him <3

OMG OMG OMG SAAAAME AHHHH.

I wanna make sooo many bots, but gotta learn how to make em properly so the narrative doesn't suck ass xP.

[dykeyuu]

saaaame, i unfollowed so many bloggers on here because i’m not bisexual so i don’t thjnk of cock when i think of masc women. how hard can it be to make a post where you don’t imagine a man where there is a woman.

“i want her to breed me” “i want butch cock” what these women want is called a boyfriend lol

god it pisses me off so bad especially when the posts also they/them or he/him the butch as if every single butch on the planet is dysphoric and desperately wants to be a man… like at that point just write your post about heterosexual sex bc what actual lesbian is reading about “his cock” and thinking “nice, sweaty dyke sex”?? not to mention the implication that butch is some midway stage between woman and trans man or that butch is a gender identity that is not included within “woman” or that butch women are butch because they want to be men and spurn womanhood🤢 i wish yall could see the face of disgust i make when i see a horny post that reads as heterosexual and then it’s got that “this post is about lesbians!!!” banner at the bottom

[john-bitchester]

Bubbles watches Supernatural season 5, episode 22: swan song.

This is a 42 minute episode. It took me 2 hours and a half to get through becase I had so many feelings and thoughts. Enjoy

CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SOOOON, THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DOOONEEE. LAY YOUR WEARY HEAD TO REEEST, DON’T YOU CRY NO MOOOOORREEEEE

Ah gabe how I miss you

Not you zacharia I hate you

I never cared about a car as much as I have about a 1967 chevrolet impala

I love that Dean canonically picks out his dads car, because it is the same as his dads car, who chose it because is son recommended it to hem because it reminded the son of his dads car who...

IM SORRY

Sammy sitting on the hood like that does things to me

No no no dean youre being stupid

Wdym youre on board

AAAH DEAN LOOK AT YOU GROWING UP SEEING SAMMY AS A BIG BOY

Its still a stupid plan tho

Not normal about them

Nomnom blood

This gives a whole new meaning to milking

No poor sam look at his face he is stressed

'Angels don't sleep'

Didnt we already establish that he is humaned

WE TALKED ABOUT STAGE 2 SUICIDE IDIATION

'You go to lisa and pray to god shes dumb enough to take you in' HAHAHHAHA spoken like a true sibling

You're so silly sam you know dean would start a second apocalypse for you

SEE YA IN HELL

NO

The way I screamed

'When he gets in, keep fighting, don't give an inch'

'Yes sir'

NO SAM THATS BOBBY DONT YOU DARE YES SIR HIM

I cant tell if it's because this was how dickchester always talked to him so it's reflex, or if it’s Sam's way of saying 'youre like a father to me'

Imma go with both for my sanity

My friend bunbun: that john issues run deep with these boys

Me: The mariana trench would be impressed

'Oh I'm supposed to lie'

'Suuure... they'll be.. fiiiiine'

Cass I love you so, you are so real for this

That cannot be tasty

Or good for the stoomy

Oh my god Sam is high as a kite

Nooo not chuck going over the impala memoriessss

Noooooo

I need you to know that I'm watching this, hand clasped over my mouth, going NoOoOoOoOo

I have a feeling that the memories of the car will make sam able to grasp control again or smt

Also, dean is such a sentimental washcloth, rebuilding the car with the legos and the soldier man

Oh sam that was sexy of you (Zapping the demons by just closing his eyes)

'I live, he lives, we get our parents back'

Heres the thing, from videos and fic I know that at some point sam lives for a year or so without dean

So now im like, uh oh

I feel like this is an act

Its all an act

Ofcourse they knew the devil would know about the horsemen

Theyre his main henchmen, it would be stupid to think that the devil wouldnt know about the rings

Finally, the boy has memorised something (The spell for the cage)

aaaaaaaaahgg

COME ON SAMMY

aaaahshfhm fukb fgbukgxfubkrgxukb

NO NO NO NO NO

SAAAAM BE STRONG

......

Wtf Lucy that is so not funny

Pretend that Sam had won the fight with lucy in his brain

Only to then be like "jk"

Dean you shouldve just kicked him in the hole while his back was at you

Fidget spinner of power hihi

Why would he let dean live

Michael's vessel

NAH THE DEVIL JUST MADE A VERY FUNNY STAR WARS REFERNCE'

I suggest we become drunk' -cass

Oph my god these dumbasses really did think lucy wouldn't know of the rings

NoOoOoOo Bobby mourning his sooon

I am not well

I know what you can do, dean

You can have some gay sex with the angel

Knowing this was meant to be the end end makes it so much worse

I cant do this in my own oh my gosh

Im literally going like 'crying noise, noohoo Bunbuuun'

Them gazing th stars togehter on clear nights🥺🥺🥺🥺

Driving 2 days for a game, and a week for a concert

Heart goes auch

Nooooooo

Not okay about this

Its the Good Omens finale all over again

Chuck has grown on me

WELL THEN I AINT GONNA LET HIM DIE ALONE

Winchester pt3 you fool

I cant say i trust lucy, but hes making some good points

God is giving abusive father for sure

'You made me do this' he tells his kids

Another thougth, actually

Sam and dean where the perfect vessels because of ther lineage, cain and abel, i believe

But also bc they were representative of michael and lucy themselves

But hear me out. What if john and god are also reminiscent of each other

After all, the brothers couldn't be who they became without their father, have it be winchester or the angels

Both brothers (lucy & michael vs winchester) didnt have a mother

Had a father who was demanding

And both pairs of brothers, as established by the shwo, are the same. The loyal warrior who never doubted the father, and the fallen, who did

They could never become these people without the father, ergo, without god and john

We know john was a horrible father

So even ingoring what lucy is proposing here (god made me as I am) and my own opinions on God, the train of logic still assumes that God had to be, is, equally as abusive towards the brothers as z

John was towards the winchester brothers

Please tell me that cassete is 'Carry on wayward son' by kansas

Or no, even better, the one song by asia hahahha

WTF DEAN HAHAHAH THAT WAS NOT THE MUSIC I EXPECTED

SORRY AM I INTERUPTING SOMETHING

You know, whenever I'm annotating the episodes lke I'm doing now, it always takes me an hour to watch an episode instead of the forty minutes that it actually last

but at the speed I am annotating and thinking right now , it will genuinely take me twice as long.

like it will take me an hour and a half at least I think. (Ha! Bubbles. You fool. It nearly took you 2 hours and a half)

Youre next on my list buttercup

CASS WHERE THOSE YOUR FIRST BIG BOY WORDS! (Hey, assbutt!)

Not the molotov cocktail fhrnifhhf

WHAT THE FUCJ

CASTI3L WHAT THE DU JDUCK

Holy fuck

I need a moment

No

Sammy it's okay I'm here

Bunbun I am so unwell about this

Unwell

I KNEW IT

OH MY GOD I FUCKING CALLED IT

Im not crying youcrying

I love that they do this flasback bit with jus wind, and the 'tok' sound every now and then

Makes it a very strong scene

SCREAMING

ENDING ON THE HUG SCREAMING

The fact that the actual hug removes the white noise

Unwell

oh

Oh my god

Sam is going to pull michael with him

I can feel it

Okay I think this is one of the few times the bad cgi actually kinda ruined it for me

No

Hes all alone

He cant be

No one who could possibly begin to understand left

Have I mentioned Im not okay

Cass

The relief in my voice when I whispered this out loud just now is ludicrous

And now, kiss

'Cass are you god?' Oh sweetie

BOBBY

this is making me think of john milton

'And as they walk hand in hand, slowly their way through eden"

Along those lines

Chuck quit yer bitchin

Dean really went, 'okay god, its personal now'

Peace, or freedom?

Holy fuck

Because he made a promise

My stomach is genuinly physically aching

The fact that even deans voice sounds broken

Actually crying rn

What if chuck is god

WHAT THE FUCK CHUCK WHERE DID YOU GO

NAH DONT TELL ME IM FUCKING RIGHT

SAM WTF

Sam? Lucy?

Sam

Oh im sorry it cant stop here wtf

How where they ever plannning on stopping like this that is unholy

1h 30 later:

I know i started spn on my own accord, but I hope you know what you did

I was eating with my parent just now, and during the entired meal (now still) carry on was playing on repeat in my head. Coming from someone who typically lives a soundtrack-free life

Another hour later:

Still recovering

Have been having imaginative co-star interviews with jared padalecki for about 2 hours now. It's a coping mechanisnm

Literally my whole day was spn

I woke up with fic. Ate lunch with an episode. Watched the finale, read more fic

I am unwell

[colapointo]

Honestly that’s why I lowkey hope he doesn’t get the rb seat. At the very least not the main rb seat, I’d be happier if he was at vcarb cause it also gives him more time to develop for a bigger team, or even just to permanently shuffle around the midfield like some other drivers lol

saaaame. RBR would either break him or possibly turn him into a raging asshole well before his time. leave that to liam 😏

no, i really like him in an underdog team first. i keep saying he reminds me of seb... god i'd love to see him pull a monza 2008 💝

[rafeandonlyrafe]

bless u and ur talent oh god i can only think of dad drew ever since those pictures existed

SAAAAME i was in the middle of writing some very dirty smut so i needed the palette cleanse of sweet soft dad!rafe lol