#no but seriously write it. give me that dark samifer

[stemroses]

Lol

Oh goodness I’m dead. Wtf am I talking about.

Reblog and put in the tags what happens when you type in “never" "gonna" "give" "you" and "up"

[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!

[chokememrstark]

What's your opinion on Samifer stories that feature angst, heart break and doubt?

I DEVOUR THEM!

Just kidding XD But, I like them quite a lot actually. It’s canon that Samifer is a very angsty ship and I like writing/reading some good angst on a regular basis, so the two combined come kinda natural to me. However, I have stepped away from the hopeless, soul-crushing angst that goes beyond just heartbreak. It’s too dark and negative for me. I do like angst-fics, ones with doubt and trouble and heartbreak and problems, but I like leaving some hope for things to get better. That doesn’t mean I might not slip up sometimes and do some darker things, but honestly, I want them to be happy, somehow at least. I prefer not killing one of them off XD I’ve done that too often, it hurts to just think about it.

The only thing I absolutely can’t stand tbh is non-con stuff. It’s just not Samifer and I refuse to read/write it (not even if you’d pay me I would, seriously). Give me some good angst or tears and I’m sobbing but happy. Give me crack or fluff or smut and I’m happy without the tears (except from laughter maybe XD). I’m not picky about the topic of the fics, it’s more a thing of how the characters are written (or if Luci has pink and sparkly wings, because then I will nope the fuck out of there so fast I’m gonna land in 1985, I swear!).

I like reading angst fics from time to time too, Highway To Heaven crushed me a while ago so much that I could barely function for a few days, but it was a fantastic and deep fic that I will definitely read again one day.

[trisscar368]

Welcome to the early morning edition of tag game therapy!  Today our contestant will be answering assorted random questions from our two judges!  Nancy, over to you!

@floralmotif​

What do you collect, if anything?  Books and dragons.  My room is the house library; over the years, everyone else’s books have mysteriously vanished from their designated places, only to reappear later on my shelves, while I hiss and coil protectively around them and go “mine.” (”No Bec NOT yours” “It gives us the precious now”)

Last book you read?  The Labyrinth of Drakes

Do you art? It doesn’t have to be professional or anything. Whatever you consider art. Writing, collages, drawing, whatever.  Yep, I art.  Writing and drawing both.  Arguably crochet too.

A movie you like that’s hard to recommend or explain.  Uhm.  Technically any of my classic film favorites are hard to recommend, but that’s because there’s no audience interest.  I rarely have problems pitching movies the way I do pitching books.

First fandom? By the qualifications of “community you engaged with over a source material in fannish form”, SPN.  Source materials I engaged with hard enough to geek out at people over... I’d have to say Star Wars.

Got any pets? What are their names? One, an albino corn snake named Snick.  Yes I feel perfectly original.

Prefer simple or detailed furniture?  Sort of depends on the room it’s in?  Generally I just like comfortable.  Unless it’s antique.

Something that brings you joy?  Bookstores.

A favorite dream you had.  It’s always amusing when my brain throws together multiple franchises into a giant space opera-esque drama complete with blasters and spaceships.

Something you ended up enjoying that you didn’t expect.  Most recently?  Shipping.  Seriously.  Joined tumblr with the barest concept of what shipping was, not shipping anything in SPN (I was, quite regrettably, that rather impolite creature that went “Oh I don’t ship this but this is cute” for about a month...), got sucked into Destiel.  And then Samifer.  And then Sabriel.  And then a half dozen rarepairs and the Oh look dcj and wincestiel and SAILEEN AHH and I come to my senses clutching an armada to my chest going “MY BABIES” and all the while the back of my mind is picking apart the sociology of the whole affair...

@braezenkitty​

If you could visit any fictional world, where would you go?  I always hate this question, because the majority of the time I wouldn’t want to go to the worlds I love the most, because I’d interfere with the storyline.  Or I’d die.  Skyrim sounds great until you calculate the odds of you actually surviving everything that attacks you.

What’s your favorite (or a few favorite) book(s)?  Beaker why.  I’m just going to leave Discworld and Sandman here otherwise this will get long.

Where is the most interesting place you’ve been?  Angkor Wat, probably. 

What’s the best thing that happened to you last week?  I actually hit my nanowrimo goal, even if it wasn’t all writing what I’d intended to.

What would you do if you were the last person on earth?  ... what the heck happened to everyone else?  Lets be real, I’m not surviving the zombie apocalypse.  The odds of me farming enough food to survive life in the north is zero, so stage one is getting down south somehow

What do you spend the most time thinking about?  Random philosophy questions.

What is one of your favorite smells?  Petrichor

If your life was a video game, what would your boss fight be?  Making a phone call.

Would you fuck your clone?  Nope.  There may be cuddling, probably a great deal of “oh god you can finally scratch my back for me”, but nope.

Which of your scars has the best story behind it?  I don’t really have scar stories... walking into a bench in the dark and denting my shinbone is the best I have.

[chokememrstark]

A Dangerous Game // Samifer

Chapter: 3/15

Words: 2035

Summary: Sam comes across a very interesting book that describes a ritual in which one can play a game with the Devil. His curiosity is sparked and even if he doesn’t think he will ever actually do it, Sam soon finds himself face to face with this very entity. Things take a very unpleasant turn, but despite that, Sam is going back, as if something pulls him towards Lucifer.

abuse, violence, bullying, black magic, no hunter!au

Note: The chapters vary highly in words usually, I apologize for that. It’s my longest fic for a while, so I hope you like it ^^ Also, because I feel I need to add this: Dean is pretty much an ass in this story, so if you’re uncomfortable with that you might want to reconsider reading it (or tell yourself he is completely ooc, fine with me too xD)

Thanks to @sassysupernaturalsweetheart & @brieflymaximumprincess for their wonderful beta reading and keeping me company while writing this story ♥

Tagging: @spnyoucantkeepmedown @samlicker83 - if you want to be tagged, just drop me an ask or contact me via IM.

It was way past midnight when Sam finally put the book he had purchased in the morning down. He had spent the last few hours unable to take his eyes off the words, fascinated by what the book revealed to him. At first he was confused by the way the book was written - as if the author spoke directly to him and no one else - but after a while he got used to the style and devoured every single word he found. The book wasn’t about any real magic or spells or anything, but exactly about what the title promised: a game.

When Sam finally put the book down the thoughts ran wild in his head. He knew why the woman gave him candles and the red string now, but it made as little sense as what he had just read. Did she read the book herself and expected him to play the game? Or was she messing with him, daring him to do it? No, that couldn’t be. She couldn’t know if he would take the book seriously or not. Hell, he didn’t even know it himself yet. A game that allowed you to speak to the devil? How crazy was that?

Then again, it was written in a very convincing way and Sam wondered if it was something that worked or that some weird guy made up. After all, it was just a book, right? Even if it seemed very convincing, it was just written words in a book that he bought.

Sam would have reread the book again, if only to look for anything that didn’t fit the story, but it was already too late and his eyes barely stayed open, even when he tried to force it. So, he closed the book and shoved it under his bed, turned off the light and laid down to sleep. It was Sunday the next day, so he would have another day to contemplate about what he had read, but for now he needed some sleep or he would be a walking corpse in the morning - more than he was anyways, of course.

That night, for the first time in a while, Sam had very weird dreams. At first, he was on a field under the full moon, staring at the sky with its stars so bright that everything was sparkling. Then he heard Dean’s voice, taunting him that he was a baby and would always be one and that he would be better off without this emo brother holding him back all the time. Sam turned around, determined to tell Dean that he was not a baby, but when he did, there was no Dean. Instead, he suddenly stood in a church and stared at a huge mirror. It wasn’t his reflection he saw though, it was a shadow inside, with eyes glowing as red as gleaming coal. He was frozen in place when a raspy and dark voice spoke to him.

“Are you brave enough to play my game, Sam?”

The boy woke up, covered in sweat and with his heart racing in his chest. His breath went heavy for over a minute before he finally realized that he was awake and that the weird noise he heard was his brother in the other room, snoring. He laid back, closed his eyes and covered them with one of his arms.

“Damn…” he whispered weakly.

Sam was used to nightmares since he was a young child, but this voice was giving him the creeps much more than even the worst of them. It still echoed in his head, whispering his name over and over - creeping him out and at the same time luring him, which was much worse for some reason.

After a few minutes, when he realized he wouldn’t fall asleep again, Sam sat back up and looked at his clock. It was shortly after four in the morning, much too early to get up, but what was he supposed to do? No, tonight he wouldn’t get any more sleep, so instead of tossing around for a few hours, Sam decided to stop bothering.

As silently as he could, Sam got dressed and sneaked into the kitchen of the small apartment to grab something to eat and drink, before returning to his room. He switched on the light, got a notebook and pen from his desk, then crawled back onto the bed and pulled his new book out from under the pillow. Since he had a lot of time, he thought, he could use it to go through the book again and make notes. So far, Sam wasn’t sure why he even thought about doing this - after all he wouldn’t go out and break into a church to summon the devil, right? But, for some reasons, he still felt the need to do it.

His notebook quickly filled with words, ranging from the things needed for the game, to the individual steps to play it. It really wasn’t that difficult, now that he saw it all in front of him. He still had no idea why the woman in the shop gifted him the candles and yarn, but it would spare him another shopping trip, if he actually considered doing this. Apart from that he would just need salt, a lighter and a church with a full-length mirror. Didn’t sound impossible, especially considering that the town they resided in right now had an old church they abandoned a few years ago. It was about thirty minutes away from their apartment and the verger who usually guarded it, was sick in the hospital at the moment, leaving the church unattended. How he knew that? Well, coincidence or not, the verger was also the pastor of his school and they got the news the week before.

“That’s insane,” Sam huffed when he read through his notes again and shook his head. “Why am I even thinking about this?”

The answer came clear, but it came from a voice inside his head that wasn’t his own.

“Because you are going to do this.”

It was the voice from his dream again, but this time it sounded less raspy and much more real than before. Still, it sent a shiver through Sam’s whole body and he shook his head more determined.

“No, no I’m not gonna play a game with the devil,” he said, but his voice was not at all convincing, not even to himself. “I’m not that stupid.”

But was that the truth? Really? He had no idea. Sure, Sam wasn’t stupid and he knew that, but even thinking about something like this was a very stupid idea and he couldn’t deny that. Still, if he would be careful, he could do it and come out of it unharmed - if it even worked. Sam couldn’t imagine this actually working under any circumstances. Sure, he knew sometimes weird things happened, but talking with the devil? In a church, of all places? That was ridiculous!

When Sam was done with the book again, faster this time, because he was only looking for specific information, it was almost six. He carefully closed the book, when he noticed something that had escaped his eyes the first time. The last page of the book was not the actual last page - it was kind of glued to the cover. Sam lifted the book up and as careful as possible began freeing the paper. It took a little effort to not rip the page in half, but eventually he managed to get it off the cover and turned it.

To his surprise, Sam found a symbol on top of the last page, followed by a few words written in a neat and small handwriting.

For those who dare play this game, I welcome you to try your luck.

Maybe you are the one who will finally be a true competition.

After all, you are smart enough to not fall into any of the traps, right?

LCF

Again, those three letters. LCF. Sam had been a regular visitors of libraries all over the U.S. and not a single time he had seen any book written by someone with those initials - he assumed they were initials, because everything else made even less sense. Sure, he couldn’t have possibly found all authors in existence in the ten years he was actively reading, but he still wondered how he never stumbled across it.

“This is insane,” he eventually huffed and finally closed the book.

No, he wouldn’t play this stupid game, no matter how tempting it appeared. It was just a creepy book, words written by someone who wanted to mess with people or just did it for the money. People didn’t go out and crucified others because the Bible said it, so why should he go and try to talk with the devil because this book said it?

Determined to forget about all of this, Sam took the book and the notebook and shoved them into his backpack. He also put the candles and yarn into it to get everything out of his sight and then, finally, sat back and ate the food he had sitting next to him for two hours now.

After he was done eating and finished his coke, Sam was positive that he wouldn’t do anything crazy. He instead got up from the bed, went to his bathroom and decided to take a long shower to wash all this crap away, if only metaphorically. Sam took his time showering and washing his hair, almost stayed until the water was ice cold and when he eventually stepped out of the shower again, he felt much better than before.

It was almost seven o’clock when Sam was done drying his hair and began dressing. He choose his favorite black pants, the ones that had chains on the sides and was ripped at the knees, a plain, black shirt and his combat boots. For a moment he thought about leaving it like that, but then decided to screw his dad’s complaints and put on makeup around his eyes - mainly because it made him feel much better about himself and people usually left him the hell alone when he did. With a deadly look on his face after putting the makeup on, he nodded at his reflection and carefully let his fingers glide over his eyebrow piercing.

“At least he didn’t rip it out,” Sam mumbled to himself, remembering how Dean had tugged on it the last day. It was still slightly red where the metal pushed through his skin, but there was no infection and he really liked how it had turned out. With a little smile on his face, Sam left the bathroom and got his jacket from the wardrobe - a slightly too big leather jacket that he wore almost every day if possible - and shouldered his backpack.

It was Sunday, so no school or chores around the apartment had to be done, and Sam decided to see if he could find a quiet place somewhere to just sit down and think a little. Thinking was usually impossible at home on Sundays, because Dean would either bring some girl home or annoy him with loud music the whole day and his dad would ultimately get into a fight with his brother about it. Almost every time Sam was the one who had to pay for any of this, since when his dad was done with his brother, he often turned to Sam to punish him for stuff he never did - or Dean would pester him with annoying comments about his appearance or behavior. So, instead of waiting for this to happen, Sam rather spent the day outside alone than mess with his family. It caused much less drama.

Sam sneaked into the kitchen again and made himself some sandwiches for lunch that he put into his backpack, as well as two cans of coke and an apple that wasn’t spoiled yet - Dean and his dad never ate any sort of fruits, so they didn’t care if they were rotting or not. When he left the apartment, both of them were still asleep and Sam couldn’t have been more glad about that.