#i can't help it with you samifer

[19catsncounting]

The first time I watched the episode introducing Ramsey, Lucifer's Hellhound, I was a little irritated by the idea. I preferred the archangel dynamic in Lucifer's characterization and hated how later seasons were leaning so hard into devil tropes, and Lucifer having a hellhound (as though he was collecting souls like some crossroads demon) was the epitome of it.

But. Now I'm looking back, and not only is Lucifer the original white lady pulling a sweater on a snarling half-feral pit bull, but Lucifer HAD to have related so painfully hard to the hellhounds. God creates wolves and dogs and hellhounds and surely so many other creatures. Just like humans, the dogs are friendly and forgiving and so changeable that within an age, they will be unrecognizeable, and they win God's favor and they get to live. And the hellhounds that are made with so much loyalty that they snap at any other hand, they are weapons and violence and imperceivable and nothing is soft to the touch even for the select few who can get that close, and God condemns them to all die to protect his chosen creation. But Lucifer, probably pretty close to their fall from grace at the time, makes sure to protect them, to let them live on even if they're in Hell and changed by it.

And then Sam Fucking Kills Their Rescue Dog. /jk

I still dislike Supernatural's tendency to use not-fitting names (there are so many angel names why the fuck is there a Josh?) and Ramsey is not the Worst. But I'm making an executive decision that 'Ramsey' is a bastardized version of primordial Enochian that would have sounded more like "Rahimzhi."

(Because 'Rahim' could carry through to retain its name meaning of 'Merciful' and Lucifer would be the type to call their evil ass dog 'Sweetie.')

Anyways, 89k into this fanfic and I just want Lucifer to cuddle their dog. No more plot, just wet hellhound smell in the bunker and Lucifer playing tug of war with their dog using an elk femur.

[brodinsons]

okayu..... so this fic you talked about in the tags of the spn s5 'thinking about her <3' post..... does it.... hows that going... is there.... a place for me to perhaps be obsessed with it?

(for anyone who had the requisite tags muted/etc)

Tragically, anon, it doesn't (truly) exist! As of yet...

I kicked off a little intro snippet for my wife and I to play with, but it's mostly just been marinating and mutating in my brain from there.

There's so much meaty material to play with in the context of a post-not-apocalypse world that isn't remotely the recycled cash grab the subsequent ten seasons went with. Obviously network/budget constraints meant confining the story to the states, but in my imagination, there are no limits!

Dean can fumble his way around Cas on the road, doing whatever it is that satisfies that eternally restless itch to be moving and marching.

Meanwhile, we can have a whole Sam-centric spin-off that lets him go full nerd and meet people all around the world to help him figure out the whens and hows and whys because that brain of his is never satisfied.

He can get tatted up with enochian script as the years go by (and if certain sections reference a certain archangel he can't get out of his head, no one needs to know). He can take Claire Novak on as a stateside apprentice (who also keeps tabs on his brother now and then). He can hunt down mythical relics and spells (and favors) that inevitably lead him to the road that ends with jailbreaking his celestial other half. Only this time, it's fully intentional and he's walking into the blinding white with his eyes wide open.

Of course Lucifer would've preferred a different physical homecoming, but humans are weird with our hangups about bodily autonomy so he settles for a vastly-reinforced (and mercifully vacated) Nick and slowly learns that this is the face Sam intrinsically associates with him, over anything else. So it gets less uncomfortable over time. (He'll settle for a great deal, it turns out, if it means Sam is his.)

And Sam's pure acceptance this time, instead of the desperate denial from before, that's the part that shocks him the most. Time passes so differently between Hell and Earth; how much has he lost? But, by the same card, what has he gained?

Sam can show him the parts of the world he's uncovered over his nomad years, and when Lucifer has enough of humanity, he can take Sam to the hidden pockets that still remain untainted. They can give and take between each other, instead of trying to get one to bow to the other's will. It's not easy and it gets messy, but it's good. It's so much better than before. Maybe what they were meant for all along.

...so yeah! If there's still S5 samifer fans in the year of our lord 2024, I might be convinced to actually write this shit down in some form. But you guys actually gotta show up, otherwise it's just gonna keep marinating in my brain juices and make me go insane xD

[quietwingsinthesky]

Hello I would like to request #67 Domestic Fluff please 🥺💕

i gift you silly samifers in these trying times <3

There is an archangel in Sam's laundry.

Fresh laundry, thankfully, newly dried. That does not negate the fact that Lucifer is currently on top of it and hindering any of Sam's attempts to get it sorted and folded away. Sam sighs.

"Any time you feel like moving," he says, nudging Lucifer's side. Lucifer hums, stretches, and helpfully rolls onto… more of Sam's laundry. He does actually open his eyes to look at Sam now. Progress is progress. He looks as lazy and pleased with himself as the cat that's got the cream.

"It's warm," he says by way of explanation for why Sam's not allowed to put his shirts away. Sam does manage to rescue a pair of socks out from under Lucifer's leg. Lucifer pouts at him for it, like Sam is being cruel and cold and withholding something Lucifer needs to survive.

Sam looks at the socks he's holding and then back at Lucifer, eyes slightly narrowed in consternation.

"You could be helping me," Sam tells him. Lucifer could, technically, have all of Sam's laundry and more done with barely a blink of power. It's probably not a great idea in the long run to encourage that abuse of grace, but Sam's willing to let it slide, especially when the other option is usually that he has to do chores after a hunt, exhausted and aching. What's the point of having an archangel obsessed with you if you won't even make him clean the bed sheets?

"Yes," Lucifer agrees. He proceeds to not be helpful.

"By folding things," Sam suggests. Lucifer picks up a spare shirt, holds it in the air over himself, and then brings it close to bury his face in instead of folding. He makes a happy noise, presumably at how warm it still is, fresh out of the dryer, and because it's Sam's, reason enough for Lucifer to treat it like archangel catnip.

Sam plucks the shirt out of his hands. Lucifer whines at him.

"You tried to end the world once," Sam reminds him, without any heat behind it. He just feels like it's something they should both keep in mind now that Lucifer's main hobbies seem to be bothering Sam and touching all of his things.

"And I'm doing much better now," Lucifer says. He looks longingly at the shirt Sam took from him that Sam now has folded and ready to be put in a drawer. Sam is not going to give in to him. The shirt goes where it's supposed to, and Lucifer huffs. "You aren't even enjoying this. Why can't I have them?"

"Because if I don't do it immediately, I'm never going to do it, and the laundry will just sit there-" Sam's halfway through speaking when Lucifer grabs his arm and yanks him down onto the bed with him amongst the warm clothes. Sam flails, but Lucifer lays on top of him, sighing happily.

Sam reluctantly gives in.

It is kind of nice, he has to admit.

[spnfanficpond]

New Member Spotlight - January 2024

The Pond is always growing and we want to make our new members feel welcome! Here’s a list of recent additions to our fishy family, along with a little info about them!

Guppies, Jellies, and Mutuals, oh, my!

@thebejeweledwatercat -

Other SM names? - Same name on Discord and AO3

OTP? - Samwena bit it varies

Other fandoms? - Chicago Med, fire, & PD, Stranger Things, Teen Wolf

Looking for in the Pond? - Community

Pairings you read? - OC's and Poly fics

Genres you read? - Hurt/comfort

Favorite writer(s)? - winterfire22 on AO3

What do you like to write? - Hurt/comfort, Poly, What if, AU's

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - Chicago Med - Sunshine, Moonlight, and Shadow

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - A lot actually. Mostly because I’m not good with the follow-through.

.@hello-starlingfics -

Other SM names? - HelloStarlingFics on AO3, HelloStarling on Discord, and hello-starling.bsky.social on BlueSky

OTP? - Sam/Dean. They're just too compelling!

Other fandoms? - Right now it's just SPN

Looking for in the Pond? - Connect with other writers and fans. Writing can be a lonely thing.

Pairings you read? - I mainly stick to Wincest, but will dabble in Wincestiel, Destiel, and Dean/John.

Genres you read? - I read a range of styles and tropes. Whump is probably my favourite, with the comfort optional.

What do you like to write? - I like to write a range of things! I have hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, crack where Sam and Dean are catboys, erotica, and even some gen.

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - Last Fair Deal Gone Down

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - This year I hope to write some darker stuff including Major Character Death. Balancing making it emotionally affecting while avoiding being heavy-handed will be a challenge.

.@michaelmilligan -

Other SM names? - QuicksilverCastiel on AO3, alexanderlewis on Discord

OTP? - Midam

Other fandoms? - Star Trek and Yu-Gi-Oh! (specifically JouKai as a ship - the resurgence of an old fandom for me)

Looking for in the Pond? - I would like to connect with other writers and share insights and hopefully bounce story ideas off each other.

Pairings you read? - Midam, Midamoul (Michael/Adam/Ghoul), I'm trying to branch out with Samifer and Sam in poly relationships (preferably with Gabriel, Eileen, Rowena and/or Lucifer)

Genres you read? - Fluff and Smut mostly, though some angst is good now and then. I enjoy AUs (especially fantasy and sci-fi) and won't say not to fake dating.

Favorite writer(s)? - I go absolutely feral about most (all?) of the Midam fics by saintmichael on AO3

What do you like to write? - Smut, fluff, AUs, fix-its, and lately I've been dabbling in dark(er) fic

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - That would probably be this dark(-ish) Nickifer fic: Blind Trust

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? -I've never written a case fic, which seems criminal in the SPN fandom! So far I'm not confident I could pull off the suspense aspect of the search for what monster is involved, and resolve the whole thing competently. Some suggestions on how to structure/plan a case fic would be appreciated.

@kazsrm67 -

Other SM names? - Same name on Discord

OTP? - I would have to go with Sam x Eileen I suppose.

Other fandoms? - Not much really although I occasionally read Stargate or NCIS fics.

Looking for in the Pond? - I was invited by a friend on Tumblr to be honest I'm super introverted and I can't really answer this. But I was told its a good way to "meet" other writers and get help when stuck on an idea.

Pairings you read? - I mostly read Dean x reader or Dean x OFC (this is what I mostly write as well), I do read some Sam fics and dabble in some poly fics but only with specific characters.

Genres you read? - I'll read all of these (angst, fluff, smut, crack) but I spend a lot of time between angst and smut fics. I do love a good soulmate au.

Favorite writer(s)? - So hard to pick a favorite but @spnexploration and @jawritter on Tumblr are two of my top writers.

What do you like to write? - I write a lot of soulmate fics, but I try to write many different types.

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - My Omega

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - I have a rockstar!Dean fic in mind, it would be very angsty and discuss domestic violence against men, I haven't tried writing it yet mostly because time. I work full time and am a mom but it's definitely something I am looking at diving into sooner rather than later. I think the help I could use is someone to edit and bounce ideas off. I have a good friend I do this with but sometimes I wonder if it would help to have someone else to bounce ideas off (I get shy and don't reach out tho).

That's all for this month, folks! (If we're missing anyone, let us know and we'll add them to next month's list!) Make sure to say hi to the newbies and make them feel welcome! Thanks to all from @manawhaat, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @mariekoukie6661, @thoughtslikeaminefield, @spencereliotwinchester and @heavenssexiestangel!

[insecateur]

Dear samifer, it's not my first ask about this, sorry but I want to write (well, in fact I want to draw it not write it but you get me) a story about the young Sycamore in Sinnoh but I don't know how to develop him. I don't know what kind of personality I could give him and how it could change. I thought about making him cocky (and he learns to be humble, open minded) or, oppositely, very shy. He could also stay the same but learn new things... I'd like to hear your suggestions (please)

HEY ANON sorry for taking a while to reply to this!! i'm working on a fic kinda like that myself so idk how to give advice about characterization that isn't just going to be what i myself am doing in my own (unfinished) fic lol

to me being an extrovert with poor self-esteem is one of the keys Sycamore Characterization Beats so between your two ideas i'd probably go with the former, like maybe overcompensating for his negative self-perception by being cocky and then learning to tone it down? i just can't really imagine him being shy to be honest but that's a valid option too if you're feeling that more. i see him as an overachiever but still kind of an airhead, not stupid but like really clumsy/unaware of his surroundings, in a way that would probably piss off other characters. maybe gifted child energy, really good at stuff but convinced it's never going to be good enough for whatever standards he's set for himself. unassuming in that people think he's just a pretty face and then get proven wrong when he's legitimately clever/observant (but still prone to overlooking things that might be obvious to other people esp re: normal human behaviors, bad emotional intelligence maybe?)

uhhh. idk if this is helpful SORRY. i also picture him as a lot more promiscuous in his youth but obviously that's going to depend on the age you're writing him at LOL.

[fandom-space-princess]

WIP Whenever

Taking inventory of my WIPs folder, and I'm starting to understand why I never seem to finish anything. I jump around too much 😅

WIPs for which I have, at minimum, started to bullet-point plot and character notes (by fandom):

Supernatural:

None But Shining Hours: midam sequel to "The Game of Us." Michael and Adam living their little post-resurrection life, featuring a Michael learning to take joy in life's quieter labors.

Artificial Nocturne: Raphael sequel to "The Game of Us." Raphael growing a garden for themself as they take up a position caretaking the Empty, and getting the rest and recuperation they deserve.

[untitled]: sabrifer sequel to "The Game of Us." I'm not actually sure this isn't two fics trying to be one fic. On the one hand, there's whatever Gabriel and Lucifer are doing whenever they're haunting the bunker, and Sam, and each other. On the other hand, there's the separate setting entirely of Lucifer taking responsibility for upending the structure of Purgatory, and examining what it means to be a creature created irredeemable. Need to work on this more because it is at all times scrabbling at the walls in my brain.

[untitled] oddly philosophical bondage kinkfic featuring [REDACTED]. This one meant to be sexy when I started writing it but these assholes just won't stop talking to each other long enough to get to the good part. Woe.

Stranger to Flight: midam oneshot featuring both Michael and Adam being incredibly weird about the concept of immortality.

[untitled]: Gabriel resurrection postcanon longfic. Canon-compliant AU. Gabriel finds himself deposited unceremoniously on the bunker's doorstep, and has to reconcile a headful of conflicting memories about how often, when, and whether he was alive or dead. He's uncertain if he's real, or if anything is; he remembers the many, many "draft" versions of himself Chuck wrote, and he's stuck in a body that doesn't answer to his whims like it used to. This is technically a sabriel fic, but it's so much more about Gabriel's relationship to embodiment and existence… one day I will finish this, and publish it, and then probably just die satisfied.

First Rites: midam oneshots about their "firsts." First kiss, first decision Michael makes for himself, first fight they have after the cage… heck, when I figure out how to write them baking a cake, Michael's first birthday.

Eastern Midnight Time: samifer fic that I will someday finish and bestow upon Sin like a flower crown for inspiring it. The premise is an allegory about sacrificial goats wrt the book of Leviticus, and the idea of Sam as "the scapegoat"/the goat "for Azazel," in contrast to Dean, as Michael's vessel, being a more pure/godly sacrifice. The premise here is a ~s4/5ish Sam road trip fic, and the lengths to which he would go to feel worthy again; about helping people as he moves, collecting sins as he goes.

Witcher (all media):

Metamorphosis, and Other Gifts: Eskel/Salma the Succubus fic that keeps stubbornly resisting me writing the final chapter. Eskel's relationship to his own monstrousness (and the idea in general of what it means to be a monster) makes me feel tormented. I think this might be the next thing I finish.

[untitled]: Ciri longfic. What if, in the aftermath of TW3, the Lady of Space and Time had a crisis of conscience and took up mutiverse-jumping? What if she pulled the members of Geralt's hansa from their deaths at Stygga Castle at the last possible moment, and brought them into the post-game future? Wouldn't that be awful for everyone? GLAD YOU ASKED. It definitely would! There would be unintended consequence! Crises of identity! Angoulême and Ciri having just the worst heart-to-hearts! I can't wait to sit down and work on it one of these days.

[untitled]: series of sequential/interconnected one-shot fics for Meve/Reynard/Gascon (Thronebreaker). I'm not exactly sure how many of these there are going to be yet, but I have notes for at least three of them. I do so love my OT3.

[Bonus!] Dragon Age:

[untitled] Whooo boy, is this self-indulgent. This is a gigantic fic that exists (… I use this word loosely) to tear a big goddamn hole in the fabric of the universe and let me write a story to the effect of: "if you sunder spacetime such that you have five or six Wardens with intact memories up to the Tower of Ishal, three or four slightly different versions of the same Hawke, and a half-dozen very angry Inquisitors, how badly can they screw up working together and saving the world?" God, it's so much. There is no chance of this seeing the light of day prior to Dreadwolf, though, so I wouldn't look for it any time soon.

[javocjovian]

Breaking Point, Ch 3 - SPN Kink/ABO Bingo

Title: Breaking Point (chapter 3) Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22868905/chapters/54886156 Square Filled: Sexuality Crisis (Kink Bingo), Virgin Kink (ABO Bingo) Ship: Sabriel Rating: E Warning: referenced Samifer rape and torture Tags: Trauma, Painful First Rut, Hell Angst, Confessions, Denied Feelings, Protective Gabriel, Consent Dilemma, Consensual Sex, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Healing, Acceptance Summary: Sam struggles to deal with both his trauma and his rut, and is forced to make a difficult decision regarding Gabriel. Luckily, Gabriel is the one Archangel who truly cares for Sam. Canon divergent. Set anytime between seasons 11 and 13. Word Count: 3534 | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 |

Quote:

Gabriel sat down in front of Sam and took his injured hand. "What Lucifer did to you, that wasn't your fault. The way your body reacted wasn't your fault. You chose to say no. You chose not to give in. That's what matters Sam. That's what makes you you. Not your body, not your rut, your choices."

Gabriel returned to the motel room carrying a large brown bag and an enormous pack of water bottles. He closed the door with his shoulder and looked around for Sam. He noticed the light was on behind the bathroom door and his red robe was folded on the bed. Gabriel set everything on the small table and began unpacking the bag.

“Sam?” He called out, “You hungry? I brought some food. You should eat something.”

The bathroom was quiet. Just as Gabriel was starting to worry, the door opened and Sam stepped out. He was in a long, grey, motel robe, looking disheveled and pale, but calm.

“What do you like?” Gabriel asked, lining up the tinfoil covered containers. The motel room already smelled intoxicating. “I got chinese, mexican... I even found a place that has nothing but pasta and salad. I’m also banned from buffets in three states.”

Sam laughed slightly and padded over to the table. “You know, just because the food’s sitting out, doesn’t mean it’s a buffet.”

Gabriel considered this as he gave Sam a paper plate and a water bottle. “They can prove that in court.”

Sam smiled. He opened the water bottle and drank the entire thing in one gulp. Gabriel sat across from him, watching him contently. Sam grabbed another water and took a few more sips.

Finally Sam said, “Gabriel, you didn’t have to do all this."

Gabriel shrugged. “It was no trouble. Now eat.”

So Sam ate. By his calculations he hadn’t eaten anything in months, even though he’d only been kidnapped for about a week. A calendar beside the bed told him that much.

Sam started on the pasta and salad, but ended up taking bits of everything. Gabriel kept him company, chatting to him and making him nearly choke for laughing a few times. Sam was surprised at how much they ate together, although there was still a lot of food left. The bag seemed to be bottomless. Sam suspected it actually might be.

“So, Gabriel,” Sam asked, pausing over his chow mein.

“Mmhm.” Gabriel was leaning back in his chair with a piece of fortune cookie.

“How exactly did you raise me from Hell?”

Gabriel chewed the cookie slowly. “What do you mean?”

“I mean… well, when Cas raised me, there were um… complications?”

Gabriel rose a brow.

Sam didn’t want to get into that, so he went on. “I’m just wondering. Is this the same body I had before? Is it the same soul?” It was obvious Sam had been thinking about it for some time.

Gabriel swallowed as he thought about it, too, then he sat forward and said, “Your soul is your soul, Sam. That can’t be altered or rebuilt. That’s the same soul you’ve always had, and will always have. But I suppose your body is different. I’ve never thought about it before. I had to rebuild that, yeah, but it's the same molecules, the same atoms, the same… everything.”

Sam considered this deeply. It was more or less what he figured. It made sense. He still liked Chinese food. He had the same muscle memory, the same pain tolerance. But something was still on his mind. “So, you're saying I'm a virgin again,” he smiled slightly.

Gabriel smiled back and grabbed another cookie. “I won't tell Dean." He winked playfully.

That should have been a good thing. Sam’s molecules were the same but, in a way, he had a body that Lucifer had never touched. So why did that answer bother him?

“Well, that explains one thing,” Sam tried to change the subject. “This rut is as bad as my first, because it is my first. Again.”

Gabriel's smile faded. "Well, I should be able to fix that soon. You're recovering well."

Sam was happy to hear that.

As they finished eating they talked about anything but ruts and demons. When Sam couldn’t eat anymore, he decided to lay down and take a nap. Gabriel took the opportunity to clean up, then go get Sam some clothes. Sam warned him not to get banned from another three states, but Gabriel made no promises.

 Gabriel couldn’t find any Plaid Plus outlets, so he settled on Walmart. He even went through the checkout line and paid with real (fake) money. He felt like a saint.

When he returned to the motel he tried to enter the room quietly, but he quickly realized that Sam was no longer in bed. The bathroom light was on again. Gabriel sighed. He had seen how bad human ruts and heats could be—It was partly why he was happy to have such a unique vessel.

He set the bag of clothes on the bed and was about to leave to give Sam some privacy, but then he heard a strange noise from the bathroom—And not the good kind of strange.

“Sam?” Gabriel knocked on the door. He listened and heard muffled sobs.

 For the second time that day, the bathroom door was launched open by a surge of grace. Gabriel stepped in and panic rose in his chest.

Sam was sitting on the bathroom floor with his head in his arms, heaving and shaking like he was having a seizure. His robe was undone but he was so tightly curled up that it didn’t matter.

Gabriel knelt down quickly and tried to steady him. He put his hands on Sam’s shoulders, then his face.

“Sam. Can you hear me? Sam?”

Sam lifted his head but wouldn’t look at Gabriel. His eyes were closed tight and his expression was fraught with pain. Tears stained his cheeks.

Gabriel was torn. He could try to make his rut pass, but Sam’s body was already so unstable. He risked destroying it and leaving his soul open to Lucifer.

“Sam! Come on, Sam. Snap out of it. Look at me!”

Sam took a deep breath and smelled something sweet.

“Gabe… Gabriel…”

Gabriel felt helpless. “Just tell me what you need.”

Sam looked up at him. He looked like he’d just come out of Hell. He was trying to form words, but it wasn't working. “I don’t… want… “ He took a shuddering breath.

“I don’t want to be a virgin.”

Gabriel blinked. He assumed Sam was delirious, but then Sam went on.

“Gabriel, please… I don't want it. It’s just something else… that can be taken from me. The monsters, the humans, Lucifer… I don’t want it. I don’t want to be vulnerable, Gabriel.”

Gabriel’s grip on Sam weakened. He went from holding him still to just holding him. “Sam… what are you saying?” When Sam didn't answer, Gabriel's voice became quiet and careful.

"Sam, what you're asking me… I can’t do that. Not after what you’ve been through.” Gabriel’s expression was conflicted. There was something strange in his eye, something completely at odds with his Archangel divinity. It was something human — Weak. “You’re not in your right mind, Sam.”

Sam looked more pained than ever, but he didn't ask again. He nodded and looked away.

Gabriel’s heart sank. He was torn between hatred for his brother and hatred for himself, but Sam seemed to have accepted his answer. Sam rested his head on Gabriel and Gabriel let him. He held Sam to him and covered him up with the robe a little more.

 It took a while for Sam to get control over himself enough to speak again. At last he stopped shaking, although he was still sweating and looked fatigued. The smell of cherry blossom and vanilla lotus was like a sanctuary, even as it made his rut claw hungrily at his insides.

Encouraged by Sam’s improvement, Gabriel snapped his fingers and a water bottle flew over to them. Gabriel helped Sam take a few sips. Sam was grateful.

"Gabriel… I'm sorry." Sam mustered.

Gabriel shook his head. "Don't be sorry."

Sam set the water bottle down and let it roll away. Then he pressed his thumb into his injured palm and winced. It didn't seem to help as much anymore. Sam looked resigned.

"Gabe…" he said quietly, "I think you should go."

Gabriel looked at him. "Sam, I told you, my vessel won't…"

"That's not what I..." Sam shook his head. "You don't understand…"

Gabriel's brows came together.

"It's your scent… Gabriel… it's driving me crazy."

If it weren't for the unmistakable note of hunger in Sam's last few words, Gabriel might not have understood. Gabriel looked troubled.

Sam was shaking again. He put his injured palm on the floor and pushed himself away from Gabriel. "I can't… I don't want to hurt you. I owe you… everything." Sam wept. "I'm so sorry."

But Gabriel's expression had become surprisingly fierce. "Sam," he said, "This isn't your fault. None of this is your fault."

When Sam looked away from him dismissively, Gabriel put his hand on his shoulder and turned him right back around.

"Sam. You're in a rut. This is your body reacting. Not your soul. Your soul is what told me to leave. You chose to tell me to leave. That's who you are, Sam. That's what matters. You are more than your body."

Sam looked at Gabriel, even as tears continued to trickle down his face. He wanted to believe him… but he didn't.

Gabriel sat down in front of Sam and took his injured hand. "What Lucifer did to you, that wasn't your fault. The way your body reacted wasn't your fault. You chose to say no. You chose not to give in. That's what matters Sam. That's what makes you you. Not your body, not your rut, your choices."

Sam closed his eyes, grounding himself in the sensation of pain and warmth from Gabriel's hand. He seemed to calm, but when he opened his eyes, he looked defeated. Gabriel reached up and wiped a tear from his face.

"I…" It took all of Sam's strength to speak again. "I liked your scent before my rut." He confessed.

Sam had barely said it, but he knew Gabriel heard. Gabriel's expression had faltered.

"I've always liked it." Sam looked devastated. "I'm sorry, Gabriel."

Sam's brown, gleaming eyes fell over Gabriel one last time, then he turned away again, as if giving him permission to leave. Sam felt guilt unlike anything he'd felt in a long time. Maybe not since Jess. After everything Gabriel had done for him. Sam felt polluted. Impure. Too wicked to be anything but the mate of a fallen angel. He could feel the handprint on the back of his shoulder more than ever, its warmth adding to Sam's shame. But then he realized that it was Gabriel touching him. Gabriel was pulling him back.

Gabriel wrapped his arms around Sam, gripping him tight, and Sam felt his breath leave him. He sank into Gabriel, whose embrace was so firm that Sam knew Gabriel wasn't going anywhere. Sam nearly broke down.

"I'll stay, if it's what you truly want," Gabriel murmured.

Sam heard the words, but he had to look up to make sure Gabriel had said them. Gabriel's light brown eyes looked gold in the fluorescent light. He looked like an angel. Sam nodded.

 Sam wasn't sure who kissed who first. All he knew was that Gabriel was leaning down and Sam was moving up, then that sweet, exotic smell was finally materializing into taste as their lips came together. Sam inhaled it like a drug, and it transformed the painful ache of his rut to warmth and pleasure. It was almost too much. His head spun, or maybe it was his soul.

They kissed for what felt like months, each of them never quite getting enough. The motel light buzzed and the sink dripped. The clock in the bedroom ticked away. But all of those sounds were masked by their lips.

Sam eventually began to move, craving a new angle. Gabriel let Sam lead, but he kept him steady, guiding him into a comfortable position against the bathroom wall. Gabriel sat on Sam's lap as the kiss deepened.

Gabriel's scent was nothing compared to his taste. A low moan escaped Sam as the scent melted onto his tongue. He swallowed that vanilla and cherry blossoms, then the kiss turned deep. They made out against the bathroom tile, Gabriel between Sam and the wall. He was quite happy to be there. When Sam got handsy, Gabriel could tell it was time.

"Sam…" Gabriel mumbled, not quite willing to stop kissing him, "Bed."

Sam didn't argue. He picked Gabriel right up, his rut fuelling his strength. Gabriel could safely say he'd never been lifted like that by a human, and it did all sorts of naughty things to his brain.

It was a good thing the motel room was small. Sam and Gabriel toppled over onto the bed in seconds. Gabriel's robe and Sam's new clothes fell to the floor. Gabriel snapped the curtains closed, never taking his lips off of Sam.

With Sam's help, Gabriel started getting undressed. Sam was just in an open robe, a sight Gabriel vowed to never forget. Sam shouldered the robe off and helped Gabriel with his pants.

Sam's body was glistening with sweat, and Gabriel confirmed immediately he'd gotten him the proper sized rut toy. He could see the shadow of a knot beginning to form.

Gabriel was used to having sex with demi gods, but this proved to be much, much sexier. Still, Gabriel focused on Sam and took it slow.

Sam was the kind of Alpha to go hard and fast in a rut, but Gabriel's constant stream of kisses and gentle touches kept him in the moment. Gabriel coaxed Sam beneath him and, even as Sam's rut roared in him like a beast, he submitted to Gabriel.

"Sam, you still with me?" Gabriel mumbled between kisses.

Sam nodded, despite his eyes darkening with lust. Sam watched hungrily as Gabriel sat up. Gabriel rarely bottomed, but he never turned down the opportunity. Tonight it seemed especially appropriate. Gabriel barely had to grip Sam's virgin cock to angle it into himself. It was ready for him. So he just lined up and sank down.

Sam tried to calm his breathing, but failed a quarter of the way in. He moaned shamelessly, raking his hands up Gabriel's thighs. He was shaking with the effort not to buck, and it was making him tense.

"Relax, Sam," Gabriel breathed. Then a thought occurred to him and Gabriel caused his body to start producing slick. It dripped down Gabriel's thighs and coated Sam's cock as he slid down.

Sam shook with pleasure and held onto Gabriel's hips. The smell was intoxicating.

"Gabe… are you… is that slick?"

"Yeah. How's it feel?"

Sam looked windswept. "Amazing."

Gabriel grinned. The cocky look was so like Gabriel that Sam smiled. It was such a genuine smile that any doubts Gabriel had about taking his virginity vanished. He sank all the way down, sitting flush on Sam's lap and stealing the smile right off of his face. Sam's lips parted and his hips rose, burying himself in Gabriel, who signed in pleasure at the depth.

They both caught their breath as their bodies got used to one another, but soon Sam's body was shaking with the effort of staying still. So Gabriel reared up and sank back down. Sam gasped and thrust up, unable to control it. Then Gabriel did it again, and again.

Within seconds Gabriel was riding Sam's cock and Sam was rocking his hips in absolute relief.

"Gabe… Gabriel…" He groaned, his expression screwed up.

His hands found Gabriel's and Gabriel pressed them onto the bed, then leaned over and kissed him. The angle allowed them to fuck each other, and soon they were panting and groaning, half making love, half fucking in the dark motel room.

Whenever Sam started losing himself, his rut taking over and making him unresponsive, Gabriel would sit up again and slow things down. After only a few minutes Gabriel's body was producing slick freely and Sam's knot was beginning to swell.

"Gabe…" Sam warned. "Gabe… gonna knot…"

Gabriel could feel it. He sat up, still holding Sam's hands, and fucked him into the bed. Sam moaned and came, his knot swollen inside Gabriel's body. He nearly lifted Gabriel off the bed.

Gabriel froze, unable to move, but the sensation was so powerful in his slick coated body that he didn't want to go anywhere. He let himself come as Sam filled him up, moaning in encouragement. He'd never experienced such pleasure as an Omega.

Soon Sam's hips stopped and he lay there, sweating and heaving with his eyes closed, his fingers intertwined with Gabriel's.

"Gabriel… oh…oh shit..." Sam breathed, his voice weak with satisfaction.

Gabriel grinned at him. He pushed hair out of Sam's face and kissed him. Sam rubbed his freed hand up Gabriel's arm.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked.

"Mm...that's an understatement."

Sam smiled sheepishly. It was the second genuine smile Gabriel had seen since that day.

"I uh… You might be stuck there for a while."

"Oh, no…"

Sam chuckled, rumbling beneath Gabriel. "Sorry. It's just… first time and all."

Gabriel couldn't help but notice the difference between how Sam looked when he talked about his virginity before and how he looked now. Gabriel smiled at him. "You can make it up to me with dinner and a movie."

Sam hummed in amusement. He wrapped his arms around Gabriel and kissed him. It was a slow, languid kiss. They didn't pull away until Sam's knot deflated.

Sam could have fallen asleep like that. He must have looked tired, because once Gabriel got up he pulled Sam into his arms and said, "Get some sleep. I'll stay with you."

Sam didn't know how to express his gratitude. After he got back from Hell the first time, he barely slept for years, but this time, he fell asleep in seconds.

 Gabriel let Sam sleep for hours. Every so often he'd start dreaming (Gabriel could tell they weren't good dreams) and he'd wake him just enough so he could fall back asleep. A few times he had to wake Sam completely. Gabriel knew those dreams weren't caused by his rut. Anger doused Gabriel's post coital bliss like cold water, but he just let it fuel his determination to protect Sam.

It was dawn when Sam woke properly. He lay in Gabriel's arms for a while, trying to replace the after image of his dreams with the sight of Gabriel. Part of him still couldn't believe it was real.

Gabriel must have sensed it, because he took Sam's hand and massaged it. "Good morning."

Sam smiled weakly. Pale sunlight was filtering in through the blinds. "Morning."

Sam seemed to have recovered well enough, so finally Gabriel asked. "Want me to heal you again? Take care of the rest of your rut?"

Sam nodded appreciatively. "Yes, please."

Gabriel brought his fingers to Sam's forehead. "Close your eyes." A light brighter than the sun shone between them, and Sam felt his body cool considerably. The rumblings of discomfort and need faded away. When he was finished, Sam looked up at him in relief.

"Thanks, Gabriel."

 While Sam showered and changed, Gabriel cleaned up the room. Dean would appreciate the leftover food, even if there were no burgers or beer. But after his shower, Sam was being strangely quiet. He towelled off his hair in the mirror, wearing his new plaid jacket and denim jeans, and looking lost in thought.

Gabriel stood in the doorway behind him. "Sam? You okay?"

Sam turned abruptly. "Yeah. Of course."

Gabriel rose a brow.

Sam's false smile faded.

"Is it Dean?"

"No… Dean, he… This isn't our first Hell rescue. He won't ask too many questions." Sam was grateful for that. But still… He examined his healing hand. Now that the distraction of his rut was gone, he could feel the ache deep inside him, not in his body, but in his soul. "I just thought this was over. I mean, I knew this pain would never go away, but… to start over again?" Sam looked troubled.

"Sam, you're not starting over again. You're ten times as prepared as you were last time. You know all the tricks," Gabriel said.

Sam nodded slowly. "Yeah."

"And you have your brother, and an Archangel, on your side."

Sam looked at him. "Yeah?"

"Oh yeah," Gabriel grinned.

Sam smiled, but when he spoke his voice was anything but lighthearted. "You'd really stick around for a human with a soul as damaged as mine?"

"Sam,” Gabriel said, “Your soul is the only one I'd stick around for."

Sam's smile warmed.

Gabriel winked at him.

In the distance they heard the roar of a familiar engine. Sam felt an obligation to say something before Dean arrived—Or maybe to kiss Gabriel—But Gabriel was smiling contently at him, and Sam realized that Gabriel had been telling the truth. He really was willing to stick around, even if he had to wait for someone as damaged as Sam to heal.

The Impala roared to a stop outside the motel room and a car door slammed.

"Well, you ready?" Gabriel asked.

Sam took a deep breath and smiled. "Oh yeah."

[samanddeaninpanties]

Rules are simple. Dust off fics that were posted at least a year ago and rec them! I had a hard time choosing just one or two - so have a short list! Mostly from other folks but I included one of my own at the end.

I'm not including warnings/tags here. Or who tops and bottoms. That would be way too much work. So like. Read through the tags before deciding to take the plunge with one of the fics, k?

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Lima Syndrome by guestwho (Wincest)

Summary: Dean was late to rescue Sam during the fire that killed their mother, making Sam grow up with permanent scars on his face from a window that burst in the nursery. The social rejection he experienced from his scars was so fatal he stopped talking - and became so erratic John had to keep him locked in the attic upstairs. Dean always blamed himself for Sam, and does anything he can to make his brother happy.

Reccers Notes: From 2016. We get bits of high school and s1 in this baby. If you hate high school fics, don't let that ruin your fun. It's so much more than that. I got lost in the writing. From the very first scene I knew I was in for some compelling descriptions. Example: Dean slowly looks up, and sees God burning on the ceiling.

Just. Read it.

The Things You Can't Keep (When You're a Freak) by @azrielrose (Samifer)

Summary: Coda to Episode 13x21. How did Lucifer "convince" Sam to come with him to the camp site?

Reccers Notes: From 2018. If you dig hurt and no comfort with Sam getting whumped to hell with a side order of self hatred and shame - this fic might be for you! Listen. I don't even read Samifer. But this is a dark fic and written by my baby girl Krissy. So of course I devoured it like a greedy slut.

Everyone Needs Something by @oddsocksandstuff (Sastiel)

Summary: Sam is a little touched starved. Cas is a little touched starved. Maybe between them they can figure out a better way to live.

Reccers Notes: From 2017. Read on bad days! I know, folks are shocked. I recced fluff, wtf?! Also, I recced fluff from a dark fic buddy?! Even more wtf. But seriously. Cuddle buddies!! *flails*

Don't objectify me by @ryugarika (Dean/Bela)

Summary: Bella gives the boys 10,000 dollars as an apology, but she takes just one other thing too.

Reccers Notes: From 2018. It's only 300 words, so uh, keep that in mind. But if it helps I would have gladly read 30k? There's pegging! Pegging! Dean gets his sweet ass used. That's it, that's the fic.

Time Is Quite A Killer When You’re Left Behind by me / outoftheashes (Wincestiel)

Summary: Sam and Dean are thrown into the Empty. Cas deals the only way he knows how.

Reccers Notes: From 2017. I think I wrote this for coldest hits? Yeah, it's not cracky in any way, shape, or form. Oh, oh! There's time travel. And angst. Horny Sam making shit awkward for Cas. Honestly, I'm surprised this one isn't more well-read but *shrug* AO3 is a mystery!

[hunterofships]

Hello there! Would you do a prompt with 23, 36 and Sam x Rowena? I just saw 13x19 and this ship is like an itch I can't scratch

Quick note: you have that much faith in me? You’re a crazy for that but I shall deliver! I never turn a prompt down! Also, thanks for a sudden switch, everyone has been in a samifer mood lately, lol. Now, onto the fic!

23 “I’ll always be here for you.”36 “I got nothing to lose.”

“Rowena,” Sam spoke up, putting his bottle down after Dean got up and left the room, probably to find anything to take care of his face with. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“I got nothing to lose, Samuel.” Rowena took another sip from her bottle. “If my story ends, might as well do something than just sitting down.”

Sam opened his mouth, about to voice something but decided against it, shutting his mouth. He knew that there’s nothing he could say to reassure her. He sighed and shifted closer to her, putting a hand on her shoulder. 

“I’ll always be here for you, to the end.” he vowed, not knowing what else to say. He did mean this though and hoped that she would know that.

He could see more tears gathering in her eyes and he wondered just how many others had seen her this vulnerable.

“You are one of a kind, Samuel.” Rowena hummed, wiping her tears away. “I suppose that’s one of the reason why I like you.” 

Before he could say anything, she reached over and trailed a finger over his exposed collarbone, making him shiver. 

“Yeah, well, I try.” Sam stated after a moment before he got to his feet. “Come on, let’s get Dean and get out of here.”

He held his hand out and Rowena took it without hesitation and Sam helped her up.

Their hands lingered in each other before Rowena finally pulled away and the two headed out of the door, intending to find Dean and get out of there.

[19catsncounting]

How to Write 80k of Samifer In 2024

Step 1: Keep referencing SuperWhoLock

Step 2: Google "pregnancy symptoms" three times every day in a state that actively tracks that data.

Step 3: ???

Step 4: Profit

[heavnofhell]

Well, if you're starved for Samifer, I've got a thingie...A Welcome to Night Vale AU. Lucifer is the radio host whose sultry voice narrates the odd happenstances of the town (such as dinosaurs, black holes, time loops, the dog park YOU CAN'T ENTER), and Sam is the scientist from out of town who has perfect hair that Luci can't help but fall for. Just sliding into your inbox with that.

Ahhh, I’ve never heard of this, but I am fully on board. Just think of smarty pants Sammy all ready to explain away every odd occurrence, and the first time he’s on Lucifer’s broadcast, he’s just speechless for a minute like “Sorry, it’s just... with a voice like that, I figured it’d be your most appealing asset. It’s not often that I’m proven wrong.” 😈

[quietwingsinthesky]

samifer for ship bingo!

Okay, let's break this down. Just let me open up my 80 slide powerpoint.

They drive me crazy insane /pos: Joking aside, I'm pretty sure Samifer did a number on my developing gay brain when I first watched s5 as a youngling, and I have never recovered. Something about how Sam was my favorite character and I thought he deserved to go a little batshit, as a treat, and something about how Lucifer has the whole "Hannibal Effect" going for him where yes, he has killed a bunch of people, but look at him! He's so quiet and apologetic, esp when interacting with Sam, the exact right flavor of "aww <3" and "oh this is fucking terrifying". I want them to kiss each other! I want them to kill each other! I want them to be forced to debate about humanity! Maybe not in that order!

The aesthetic is impeccable: oh this baby has it all! Possession! Obsession! End of the world! Mutually assured destruction! Canonical background Samifer in the middle of Zachariah's angsty Michean breakup fic! You can fit so much in this bad boy!

I need a 30k hurt/comfort fic on my desk by Monday: as much as I love the angst you can pull out of this pairing and I do... What if, you know? Because Lucifer doesn't really want to do the whole Apocalypse thing by the end. Because Sam does have the capacity to empathize with him. Plus, the image of Lucifer getting depowered and injured somehow, and Sam stitching him up, and Lucifer gritting his teeth through the pain of it while someone else tends one of his wounds for the first time in millenia, and Sam mentally going back and forth between 'I should not be helping him' and 'I can't not, he's going to get himself killed', and- Look. Look. You get what I'm saying, right?

People that ship them need therapy I think: Yes!

Concept is more appealing than execution/Better in fanon than in canon: These are crossed out for the same reason, and that reason is: Supernatural actually has more than five seasons, to everyone's dismay. And as much as I do love some things from later seasons (Rowena my beloved), what they did to Sam and Lucifer is just. Bad. Even from a non-ship perspective. Look at how they massacred my boys. Unspecial shout-out to one line when Lucifer comes back and says that he doesn't care about Sam at all. Shut up! Bad writers! Bad! Why did you do this to them! So, yes, fanon Samifer reigns supreme past s5, and any possible concepts were a flop the moment they decided to ruin the interesting dynamic these two had.

The exact opposite of relationship goals </3: Also, yes! This is a horror story! But it is also... a love story! it can be both. :)

oh god i rambled about this so much oh god oh fu-

[spnfanficpond]

New Member Spotlight - May 2023

The Pond is always growing and we want to make our new members feel welcome! Here’s a list of recent additions to our fishy family, along with a little info about them!

Turtles

@rayraywillis -

Other SM names? - Discord: rayraywiilis66#8881, Twitter

OTP? - Destiel

Other fandoms? - OFMD (but not very active)

Looking for in the Pond? - I love reading and listening to fics, mainly the latter because of visual impairment. I still have some sight left but I am very low vision/legally blind. I have been an avid reader my whole life and it sucks I am losing my sight, but glad to have found podfics and audiobooks. I am a finale denier. I think what they did was a travesty and Jensen should get his chance to finish sharing his fix it with us. I hope and pray they get picked up. I look forward to diving into all the stories that u guys have to share.

Something to signal boost? - I make rec lists on request and share with the community. Mainly I just comment, boost, reblog/tweet, and support all the awesome writers and artists I meet. I love sharing their stories and art and getting them the most exposure I can to help them out.i always like/ give kudos, comment, rec/share all the goodies I find. I subscribe and follow and just try and support as much as I can since I can't contribute any other way. I have wondered what being a beta entails and would be open for that if possible. But I am here to enjoy, explore, and support.

Pairings you read? - Destiel, Gabriel, samifer( if done right), saileen, and sometimes debriel

Genres you read? - I like angst as long as there is fluff/smut or a happy ending, smut of course, pwp, porn, fluff, prefer m/m slash the smuttier the better but not a deal breaker if it's not smut as long as it's fluffy and has feels.

Favorite writer(s)? - Omg that one is hard NorthernSparrow is in my top 5 for sure but bendingsignpost, serperis, @castielslostwings, aleandri, exterminator, nerdynerdinstien, tenoko1 litra, , @bunnymaccool, @godoflaundrybaskets, @malmuses, @icaruspendragon, @bobwess, missannthropic, and skeens_leap round out all my favorites.

@raiseyourhandifyourenobody -

This new member is cool and mysterious, like Billie, but without the scythe and drama.

Guppies, Jellies, and Mutuals, oh, my!

@sammysnaughtygirl -

Other fandoms? - TVD, OTH

Looking for in the Pond? - Friends and more writing experience.

Something to signal boost? - I create gifs, stories, graphics for Sam and Sam/Brooke (OTH)

Pairings you read? - I like SAm with almost anyone, but Brooke (OTH) is my fave.

Genres you read? - Everything, just not too much smut

Favorite writer(s)? - I like them all!

What do you like to write? - All kinds of stories with Sam, Brooke (OTH), and Damon (TVD)

Masterlist - Don't have one.

@the-family-business-83 -

Other SM names? - @t-dog, Discord: Don'tTouchMyBlueberries#1868, Instagram

Other fandoms? - Marvel, Star Wars, Harry Potter

Looking for in the Pond? - Looking to grow my outreach and exposure as a writer, to grow my followers and be more established.

Pairings you read? - DeanXFemale reader, DeanXOC/OFC, SamXFemale reader, SamXOC/OFC

Genres you read? - Everything

What do you like to write? - Mostly angst and genfics, and the occasional fluff, but i dabble with writing smut as well.

Masterlist! - Don't have one, yet.

Most underappreciated fic? - The Long Haul

That's all for this month, folks! (If we're missing anyone, let us know and we'll add them to next month's list!) Make sure to say hi to the newbies and make them feel welcome! Thanks to all from @manawhaat, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @mariekoukie6661, @princessmisery666, @thoughtslikeaminefield, and @katbratsupernaturalwhore!

[19catsncounting]

Gonna put this clip into my Samifer fanfic and make Lucifer all emotional about it. This not only psychically damages the angel, but also any reader who was on Tumblr in 2010, as this is the first warning sign that this fic is also a meta horror for all the subtle and unsubtle Dr. Who and Sherlock references are sprinkled throughout.

You think you're safe then you get jumpscared by Dean making eggs benedict and cucumbers for breakfast.

[19catsncounting]

Made moodboards for the WIPs that keep sprouting.

The Devil's Ranch - an AU where the Winchester brothers run an angel sanctuary out in East Texas, taking in guardian, farm, and pet angels who have all been surrendered and often mistreated, and all have at least once been named some variation of 'Bastard' or 'Devil.' The newest angel to arrive, a former blue ribbon pageant angel once worth millions, has the tallest stack of paperwork and the cruelest and most prideful streak of distemper Sam has ever seen. But, from the scars he sees and the illegal wing mutilation he suspects, he thinks there's more to the story than the paperwork says about Lucifer's fall from grace. [3k+]

Heal the Rot - Season 11 rewrite (with canon divergence from the end of Season 8) where Lucifer and Michael are both thrown from the cage and anchored to Earth as a result of Metatron's spell. However, both have amnesia as a result of the cage's design fighting the power of the spell. Michael is discovered in Adam's vessel, and tries to put his life back together after spending 8 years in a fugue state after the brutal murder of his mother, despite vague, insistent and senseless feelings that he has a father, and brothers that he has left behind. Lucifer, being vessel-less, was infused with shards of Sam's broken soul when he was pulled from the cage and so believes that he is a hunter, with fragmented memories that eventually bring him to Sioux Falls and Jody Mills, where he builds a home and finds a measure of contentment and peace. But, when the Mark is destroyed and Amara is freed, the last two archangels have to work together to protect the entirety of existence. And it's going poorly... [fragments adding up to 8k]

Red Eyes in The Holler - (Cryptid ABO AU) Sam Winchester is trying to survive the kind of horror story every omega is warned about. His partner planned a trip to a remote cabin off the Appalachian trail, and then tampered with his suppressants. In a fit of fury at the betrayal, Sam ran off into the woods, and quickly found out how lost a college kid from the city can get. But, before his shitty partner manages to find him, a weird guy with a soft, inviting voice asks what he's doing out in his backyard. Sam might've heard the phrase - 'the devil you know is better than the devil you don't' - but when the guy says that Sam would be safer at his place, just for the night, Sam believes him. [It's all in the mind palace but Trust Me It's Good...]

Sheherazade - After spending millions of years frozen and locked in a silent void in the cage, Lucifer receives an unexpected visitor - Death - who offers an alternative setting to wait for the apocalypse. Lucifer is allowed to leave the cage, but all of their power remains locked inside, and the archangel is only allowed to wander the earth like a lost soul, or take a consenting vessel. Through the ages, Lucifer manages small-scale slaughter, but lives and dies thousands and thousands of times, slowly realizing the truth about humanity and themselves and what God has truly done to them. By the time that Sam Winchester is born, Lucifer wants to avoid the fated battle between themselves and Michael at almost any cost, to take the only victory from God that they can strip from Him and force a real, deserved conversation. But, the battle is still fated, and no matter how hard she, living in the offered life of Jessica Lee Moore, or Sam fight it, it seems like every step leads them in the same direction - where God has ordained their paths to lead. [11k, split evenly between a Season 5x03 starting point and a pilot rewrite]

[19catsncounting]

Who is plotting out epic-length Samifer fanfics in 2024? Me. I am quite certainly the only one doing that.

After being rescued from Amara, Lucifer gets captured in a female vessel, one weaker than Castiel's, and in order to reinforce it before their final battle with The Darkness, Sam and Lucifer secretly complete an ill-advised sex ritual. Sam thinks the worst outcome of it is the confusion and stirring up of his memories of Lucifer's Cage - memories that Lucifer argued were the human mind's attempt to define the torture his soul endured just from being buried underneath Hell.

Until Lucifer finds him again, with a baby bump and the confirmation that the fetus is definitely half-Winchester, because the archangel can't get rid of it.

Will they learn to co-parent the most powerful entity in all of existence? Is Lucifer telling the truth about their history in The Cage? Should Mary Winchester crochet the baby blankets with little cherubs or pentagrams?