#m; sam winchester

[bcrntortured]

Sam Winchester | open to anyone

panting by the time he makes it to the car, the door slamming shut. after a beat of silence, Sam speaks. "It could have been a lot worse."

[undercovercannibal]

SUPERNATURAL 1.01 ⛥ Pilot

[themistas]

SUPERNATURAL, 11.04: BABY

[miiilowo]

spn if it was epic

[borgialucrezia]

"[Saying goodbye to Sam and Dean] was the most difficult thing to do, but in the most beautiful way. Because we earned the right to have that moment, and it was special, but it was really difficult and emotional." — Jensen Ackles, spndallas 2023

[mggsv]

Diner Boy

m!reader x dean winchester (18+)

summary: he’s a regular, comes often but there’s never really a pattern. he sits with his brother, Sam, you learned. sometimes they’re smiling and having a good time, other times they look like they’ve just fought, but no matter what- they always sit together, and today you’ve caught his eye- Dean.

warnings: car sex, hair pulling, overstimulation

“He’s staring at you…” Your work friend, Charlie, had said. You were standing at the counter sorting the tickets. It wasn’t a busy day, but it wasn’t slow either. It kept you both working, with plenty time to talk. You gave her a small look before scoffing, “You say this almost everyday Char.”

“Well yes, but, Sam and Dean don’t come here everyday.” You catch her eye as she motioned over to the table she just came from not too long ago. “You are very pretty..you get mistaken for a girl often-“

“I don’t want to talk about that. And besides,” you pick up a tray of food, fit for another table, “I’m sure they’re staring at you, you just like girls and don’t take interest.” You give her a wink while she starts to giggle.

It was true, though. He was staring at you. Your beautiful frame, your curly hair fanning around your face, your perfect lips that pulled into a smile whenever you interacted with the tables to catered to for the night. Dean was watching, and you felt his gaze.

You could hardly work. His eyes made your legs week, and your pants tight. You felt hot but there was no sweat. Your hands shook while taking orders. You knew what you wanted, what your body screamed at you to take before the chance of a lifetime slipped away.

Your shift ended roughly at 10. You’re tired, body aching. You take off your apron before saying your goodbye’s to your coworkers. Charlie had left an hour before. It was raining outside, it made you groan. As much as you loved the rain, you walked to work, and walking in the rain meant an umbrella you didn’t have. “Need a lift?” you hear a voice behind you, a familiar one at that, his voice. Dean. You hear yourself chuckle, turning around to look at his tall frame. “No.”

“No? It’s raining like hell out here and you have no umbrella, and you say “no”?” He’s leaning against the glass frame of the wall. He bore a small grin, but those eyes..those eyes said so much more. You felt it. They trailed your body down to your hips, and rested before making their way back up to your eyes.

“Yeah.” you cleared your throat. “And if you’re done..” you look away, staring at the rain pour harder. The droplets beginning to splash against your legs and his boots. Dean moves closer, the soft clack of his shoes perfectly in sync with the rain. Where was Sam, you had wondered. “Do you..need a ride?” He asked again, lowly, fit only for you.

“…yes.”

the walk back to Dean’s beautiful car felt like forever. He shielded you from the rain, his brown leather jacket over your frame. His arm wrapped around your shoulder securely like you were the most precious thing in the world at that moment, protected..

“ha….ha fuck.” Your hand was lost into his short locs of hair, gripping on what you could. You breathed heavily into the small space of Baby’s backseat, suffocated. Dean held your waist, cock disappearing into your hole for what seemed like the hundredth time this night. His teeth sank into his bottom lip, sweaty forehead rested against your shoulder. “Dean..” you moan.

He shuddered, bottoming out inside of you. Your cock leaked against his stomach. You were so closed it rubbed just up against it in the right of ways. Your breathes came to a shuddering halt. Your heart seemed to drop into your stomach, and a clean wash fell over you. Your hands found their way to Deans shoulder, squeezing as you rode out another orgasm, your seed shooting lazily across you and Dean’s stomach. “You feel so good baby..” He groans. His hands tightened the grip onto your waist. While your body relaxed against his own, he sped up. Your body moved quickly against Dean’s thick cock. “So fuckin’ good.”

Your body rolled against his. Your legs felt tight, you tried your best but your body shook to its core. “Dean-��� You gasp, nails digging into his shoulder. He hit that spot inside of you so well…You couldn’t help the helpless whimper falling from your lips. “Almost there.” Dean grunts, failing to notice Sam’s name flash across his buzzing phone.

[alivedean]

sam + text posts bonus:

[ananke-xiii]

Thinking about how in "Patience" Kelly tells Jack that he has an angel watching over him just like Mary told little Dean and how in "The Big Empty" the dead mother is both Mary and Kelly (Mary's not dead but she might be and anyway she was and that doesn't go away), how Jack is so ATTUNED to Dean's feelings that he feels his grief and that makes him awake Castiel in the Empty...

how "the Trauma Drama of the Gifted Child", the book that Sam reads in "Patience" while he surveils Jack through a monitor, is a book about children who are more emotionally aware and sensitive than others so much so that they they can become so ATTUNED to their parents' needs and expectations that they would do whatever it takes to see their parents' needs and expectations fulfilled while repressing their Self...

How Sam is the one who's actually trying to train Jack because he wants to find and save Mary Winchester...

How John trained Dean to help him in his revenge quest after Mary's death...

How Sam projects onto Dean in "The Big Empty" and tells him that he's acting like their FATHER while Dean replies he's not gonna be his (Jack's) MOTHER...

Yeah, The Gifted Child is totally Dean. Sam is more the John Winchester of it all, although his ways are obviously different and softer. And then Jack is also the Gifted Child and he's specifically too attuned to Dean's feelings to the point that he's willing to perform for him to placate him or see him satisfied (so, in a way, Sam was right just not for the right reasons).

My god, not that I needed more proof but my poor Jack was fucked up from, like, day 0. The amount of trauma he lived since day 1 on earth is. like. WOW. I mean. WOOOAH.

[winterstarfall]

sam and castiel were more fathers to jack than dean ever was and i will fight you on that.

[bcrntortured]

❝ i ran here to catch you before you left. i need to tell you something. ❞ Tessa @ Sam via @tessastormrp

The last littering of his things had yet to return to their place in his duffle bag. With this case finished Sam would move onto the next. A cycle that never seemed to end and was steadily endured by motels and crappy food. But his hand stills, resting on the side of the duffle, concern etching it's way onto his face. "What is it? Is everything alright?"

[undercovercannibal]

SAM WINCHESTER WEARING HIS PURPLE WHIPPET SHIRT SUPERNATURAL 1.18 ⛥ Something Wicked

[themistas]

SUPERNATURAL, 8.08: HUNTERI HEROICI

[almostpleasantrebel]

M*A*S*H Text Posts! (Part 1 probably, I will most likely make more)

[bcrntortured]

Sam hadn't seen the destruction of Harvelle's in person. He learned that from Dean. And Dean wouldn't lie to him...would he? He sputtered on his words unsure of what to say as he lowered the small container of holy water, appeasing the woman's request. Coming back wasn't impossible, Sam knew that, he experienced it. "Dean told me..." He started and trailed. Life taught him to be cautious about these things rather than lean head first into them. And if that caution wasn't flaring in his head he would have wrapped her up in a welcoming hug. "Does he know you're back?"

”will you stop it!” abby exclaimed as the second splash of holy water was thrown in her face. “im not a demon! or a ghost!” she defended while dismissively waving her hand. “i dont know how im alive! but its me, i swear to god.” abby didn’t know how she was alive right now, but she was, and the first person she had looked for… had been them, though she hadn’t excepted to be called a demon and have holy water thrown at her… though she really should have.

open too; supernatural(tv) muses, cannon and oc 21+ who?: abigail ‘abby’ thatcher, early thirties, hunter/bartender, bisexual, switch. connection: best friend, ex-lover, hunter friend, anyone she would look for after being resurrected. plot; abby died years ago when harvelle’s roadstop was burned down, but somehow she was alive now, and the first person she had looked for after being resurrected was y/m.

[fishyvamp]

Imagine a medieval!AU where Princess!reader is betrothed to King Macmillan. He's cold and distant to you and the only one who seems to show you the slightest sympathy is Sir Ojomo the knight tasked with your safety. He's the one taking you to all your dress fittings, he's the one who listens as you complain that your betrothed seems too busy with the Captain of the guards to even speak with you. That pesky man always glued by the kings side.

Sir Ojomo knows something you don't and he hates the king for it. The king will never love you no matter how much he tries, but this marriage will always be one of convenience and politics. You will produce his heir, but once a son is born he will likely never touch you again.

Though what Phillip hates the most is how he finds himself craving the company of the future queen. He hates how his mind is filled your laughs and corny jokes. He hates that when he closes his eyes at night his dreams are filled with nothing but your naked form and the way it would look glowing under the moonlight. He is a traitor to the crown for even having these dreams. For having these visions of the woman who belongs to his dearest friend the king.

[alivedean]

spn + fine literature (in/sp.) bonus: