#normally only happens around sam! on and off. ''i just wish you'd drop the show and be my brother again''

[ardentpoop]

oh btw dean/garth and dean/aaron and dean/ronald nightshifter supremacy

[bumblesimagines]

Green Thumb

Part 8

Request: Yes or No

Sam and y/n had more development than y/n and Wanda lmao

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You crossed your arms as you entered the room, glancing at the older man. You shared a look with Sam and Wanda, taking a seat in between Sam and Vision. You licked your lips, leaning towards Sam.

"What's this about?" You asked quietly, gaze flickering to Tony who sat in a corner.

"If I had to guess.. Probably about what happened in Lagos." Sam replied, glancing at Steve and Natasha. You frowned, looking at the Secretary of State.

"The world owes the Avengers an unpayable debt." He began, gaze sweeping over everyone in the room.

"You have.. Fought for us, protected us, risked your lives but while a great many people see you as heroes, there are some who would prefer the term 'vigilantes.'"

"And what word would you use, Mr. Secretary?" Natasha asked, studying the older man. You looked back at Tony Stark, making brief eye contact with him. It felt like an intervention. Or a teacher scolding their class after they made the sub cry.

"How about dangerous?" You frowned, looking forward when you heard his words.

"What would you call a group of US based enhanced individuals who routinely ignore borders and inflict their will wherever they choose and who, quite frankly, seem unconcerned about what they leave behind?" Mr. Secretary asked, looking over the small group in disappointed. You'd hate to admit it, but he had a point. The citizens of Sokovia were left to find new homes and the people of Lagos had to fix what had been destroyed. Mr. Secretary stepped to the side, looking at the screen. Videos began playing of all the times the Avengers caused destruction and most likely death. Wanda looked away, growing uncomfortable as the aftermath of the Lagos incident played. She already felt guilty enough about it. She had told you many times how she wished it would've gone differently. Steve noticed, frown deepening.

"That's enough." He called, watching the screen turn off.

"For the last few years, you've operated with unlimited power and no supervision. That's a decision the governments of the world can no longer tolerate." Mr. Secretary told them, hands clasped behind his back. You frowned, brows furrowing slightly.

"But we have a solution." Mr. Secretary took a book from his bodyguard, stepping forward and handing it to Wanda. Wanda picked it up, looking it over.

"The Sokovia Accords.. Approved by a hundred and seventeen countries." Wanda slid the book over to Rhodes so he could take a proper look at it. You looked at Mr. Secretary as he walked around the table.

"It states that the Avengers shall no longer be a private organization. Instead, they'll operate under the supervision of The United Nations Panel, only when and if that panel deems it necessary."

"That's such bullshit." You whispered. Mr. Secretary turned towards you, cocking a brow. Natasha let an amused smile slip while Sam covered up his snicker with a cough.

"The Avengers were created to make the world a safer place." Steve spoke up before he could address you.

"This is the middle ground." Mr. Secretary said, walking to the front again and facing everyone.

"The Accords will be ratified in a couple days." Steve turned towards Tony, earning a silent response.

"I'll leave you to discuss."

"And if we come to a decision you don't like?" Leave it to Natasha to say what was on everyones' minds. Mr. Secretary paused as he approached the door.

"Then you retire." He answered plainly. You watched him leave, picking up the cup of water infront of You You went to take a sip but it turned to ice before you could drink from it. With a small huff, you placed it down.

"That's new." Natasha called with a small smile, hoping to ease the tension in the room. You stood up, leaving the meeting room and heading to the lounge. The others followed, taking more comfortable seats on the couch. A debate quickly started between Rhodes and Sam while Steve looked through the Accords.

"Have you two thought about starting a debate club?" You asked, tapping the frozen water a few times before it finally turned back to normal water. Natasha let out a small snort, chuckling as she shook her head.

"I have an equation." Vision announced, stopping Rhodes and Sam. They turned towards him.

"In the eight years since Mr. Stark announced himself as Iron Man, the number of enhanced people has grown and during the same period, the number of world ending events has risen."

"So, it's Starks' fault?" You asked, leaning back in your seat with a tilted head. Tony scoffed from his spot on the couch, rolling his eyes.

"I'm saying, there might be a causality. Our very strength invites challenge, challenge insights conflict, and conflict... Breeds catastrophe. Oversight is not an idea that should be dismissed."

"I wish I understood half of what you said." You muttered softly, running your finger the leaf of a plant beside the seat. Natasha turned towards Tony, watching him.

"You're being uncharacteristic non-hyper verbal." Natasha pointed out softly as he looked at her with a deep sigh. Steve looked up from the Accords.

"It's cause he already made up his mind." Steve said, earning a small eye roll. Tony slowly sat up, rubbing the back of his head.

"Actually, I'm nursing a headache." He muttered as he stood up, walking towards the coffee machine. He poured himself some coffee and grabbed a bottle of pills before sighing and placing down a device. He showed an image of a young man.

"Oh, that's Charles Spencer, by the way. A great kid. Computer engineering degree, 3.6 GPA, had a floor level gig for the fall. He decided to spend his summer building sustainable housing for the people in Sokovia." Tony said, obviously agitated as he looked over everyone. You wondered why he now cared for the people who were injured during attacks.

"He wanted to make a difference although we'll never know cause we dropped a building on him while kicking ass." Everyone stayed silent as he spoke. You watched him take a pill, drinking it with the coffee.

"There's no decision making here. We need to be put in check. Whatever form that takes, I'm game. If we can't accept limitations, we're no better than the bad guys."

"Tony, when someone dies on your watch, you don't give up." Steve closed the Accords, looking at Tony with a frown.

"Who says we're giving up?"

"We are by not taking responsibilities for our actions. This document shifts the blame." Steve voiced his opinion, shrugging lightly.

"Steve, that is dangerously arrogant." Rhodes spoke up, shaking his head. Steve turned towards him.

"This is the United Nations we're talking about. It's not the world security counsel, it's not S.H.I.E.L.D, it's not HYDRA-"

"But it's run by people with agendas and agendas change." Steve pointed out as you rubbed your forehead, sighing softly. Both sides had good points but you sided with Steve. The team was obviously divided.

"What do you think, (Y/N)?" Vision asked, looking at you curiously. You licked your lips, gaze focusing on Tony.

"I'm curious as to why you care so much about this Charles guy. You've had, what was it? Eight years as Iron Man to care about the people who get hurt? Why now? Cause you realized one of those people could become the new you? Would you care this much about Charles if he had been a typical guy? No degree, no plans for the future, just a normal guy working a normal 9 to 5 job and just trying to make it through the week. I agree with Steve. What if something happens and they don't send us to help because it doesn't go with their agenda? People get hurt cause you've never set up a system to help after these things happen. You're a fucking billionaire, Tony. Make a company that's designed to help people get back on their feet after the Avengers bulldoze through cities." You said, legs crossing as you looked over everyone else. Steve gave a small nod, glad you were seeing his side. He checked his phone, abruptly standing and announcing he had to leave. You and the others watched him go in confusion.

"To answer your questions, I do care about normal people." Tony said, arms crossing. You let out a soft groan, leaning back in the couch.

"I'm sorry, what are you? Twelve? Didn't you turn twenty this year?" Tony cocked a brow, watching as you rolled your eyes and stood.

"Yeah, I did turn twenty. Surprised you knew considering you've never particularly liked me."

"Well, first impressions are everything and you did try impaling me with a branch."

"Maybe I should've."

"Alright, boys, let's calm down." Natasha called, placing a hand on your shoulder. You turned and walked towards the steps, heading down to your room at the facility. You entered and plopped down on the bed, running a hand through your hair. You tapped your foot on the ground, fingers going to the root bracelets in an attempt to relax. Wanda opened the door, closing it behind her and sitting beside you.

"What's wrong?" She asked softly, staring at you in concern. You weren't one to snap at others so quickly.

"There's so much going on. The Accords, my fucking powers, the sudden change in Nat and Tony, you possibly getting into trouble cause of the Lagos incident.. That could've been me." You breathed out. Wanda frowned, brows furrowing.

"No, it wouldn't have."

"I shot fire out of my hands and turned water to ice without meaning to. They're getting unpredictable." You looked at her, grip on the roots tightening. Wanda's gaze flickered to the window, making you turn. Part of the window was covered in a thin layer of ice.

"And that just proved my point."

"You're an incredible person, (N/N). Have faith in yourself. You'll gain control of them sooner or later. You have beautiful powers that could change and heal the world." Wanda pointed out gently, having you rest your head on her shoulder. She softly began to hum a lullaby. You didn't understand the words but her soft voice proved to be soothing.

"Thank you."

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"Why'd you call me again?" You asked, toying with the strings of your hoodie as you looked around the cafe. You had planned on taking a nap and watching a new show on Netflix but it seemed like Steve had other plans for you.

"Because I trust you and need your help." Steve replied, fixing his baseball cap as he tried avoiding eye contact with civilians.

"Really?" You asked softly. Steve nodded, offering a smile. He licked his lips, nodding to the tv. You turned, looking at the news. You really didn't have to considering what they were showing was right down the street.

"Your friend?" You looked back at Steve with a tilted head.

"We gotta find him before anyone else does." Steve said. You nodded, watching him. Steve had been desperately trying to find his friend, Bucky, since the attempt on Furys' life.

"I'll go in alone. We don't want to seem threatening or set him off by going in as a trio."

"(Y/N)? Being threatening? He can't even scare a baby!" Sam said in amusement, shooting you a playful grin.

"Right back at you, bird boy."

"I'm sorry, who here is named after the top bird of prey?" Sam asked, leaning forward slightly as Steve let out an amused sigh.

"Oh, I didn't know you were named after eagles." You responded, smiling in triumph when Sam huffed lightly.

"Come on, you two." Steve chuckled, leaving the cafe and heading down the sidewalk.

"I don't trust Stark." You told them, arms crossing. Sam glanced at you as Steve turned into an alleyway.

"Not surprised considering the little fight you two had."

"I think he had Vis keep an eye on me and Wanda. I snuck out while he was with Wanda in the kitchen." You told him, frowning.

"Firstly, I'm an adult-"

"That's questionable."

"-And secondly, he's not my dad." You took off the hoodie as Steve unlocked a car parked in the alleyway, giving Sam the duffle bag with his outfit. You looked at your phone when it buzzed, seeing texts from Clint.

Clint

Heard you had a fight with Stark

Clint

You're officially an Avenger now

You smiled softly, chuckling softly at the texts. You waited for the guys to finish changing before taking the earpiece from Steve. The apartment building had been nearby so you and Sam headed onto the roof while Steve entered.

"How well do you think this will go?" You asked Sam, looking for any sign of law enforcement.

"Wanna bet?"

"How much?" You looked at him, giving a small grin. Sam looked up at the sky for a moment, thinking it over.

"30 bucks. I bet this will go to shit and this dude will escape."

"I bet we'll get into serious shit but this dude will either come with us or get caught." You replied. Sam stuck out his hand, nodding. You shook it, chuckling softly. You turned your head, noticing movement.

"We've got company, Cap."

"They're approaching from the south." Sam added, attention focused on them. You heard Steve begin to talk to someone, watching the cars pull in and get ready. You turned your head, hearing the door to the roof open.

"Shit." You whispered, letting Sam pick you up and lift you into the air. You could hear the fight going on inside through the earpiece.

"Should we help?" You asked, glancing up at Sam.

"No clue." Sam replied, watching Bucky jump from the apartment onto the roof of another building. You noticed someone running at a high speed, jumping up onto the roof and knocking Bucky down.

"They have cat ears." You mumbled, pushing Sam's arms away.

"Deal with them." You motioned to the German police force on the roof, hoping down onto the roof. You raised your hand, a root shooting out and grabbing the strangers arm, refraining them from clawing at Bucky. Bucky turned his head, making eye contact with you. Your eyes widened when the man grabbed the root, using what felt like super strength to toss you off the roof. You quickly used a root to grab onto the side, breathing out a sigh of relief. Sam took care of a helicopter before flying by to grab you.

"Thanks." You breathed out, holding onto him as he followed the chase. Steve, Bucky, and the cat guy went into one of the tunnels. Sam flew in once there was an opening, trying to help Steve with the cat guy. You huffed when the cat guy grabbed Sam's ankle, pointing your hand at him and shooting a strong gust of air. The cat guy lost his grip monetarily but quickly grabbed on again. Bucky threw up an explosive so Sam quickly stopped, flinging the guy off him. Sam landed, walking past the rubble. You sighed, raising your hands as you and Sam were quickly surrounded by cops.

"Mom's gonna kill me." You whispered.

"That's what you're concerned about?" Sam asked, glancing at you in disbelief.

"We're getting arrested, (Y/N)!"

[samantha-thewinchester]

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𝕋𝕚𝕥𝕝𝕖: Maeror

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤: Samantha Winchester, Kol Mikaelson, Natalie Winchester (mentioned)

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤: 1, 086

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: Self harm, murder, death

ℙ𝕆𝕍: 3rd Person

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There Samantha Winchester sat, razor in front of her. She said she wouldn't do this again, but with everything going on... it's hard not too. Natalie has gone dark... Sam doesn't know how or why, but she does know it happened. And she does know it's slowly breaking Samantha... She just wants her family.

But, here she is, alone on this beach. Kol should be there with her, after all it is there honeymoon, but because of Crimson he can't be there for her either... The bitch decided now would be a great time to attack. Put a spell on Kol, making us our own Twilight. He can't even be in the same damn room as her without wanting to tear out Sam's throat...

Sam sits there, picking up the razor and holding it in her hand. She puts it on her wrist, but doesn't move it. She just holds it there, wanting so badly to do it and not to do it at the same time...

She takes the razor away, placing it down, and just goes back to staring at it. Sam sits there, bitting her nails but doesn't move. Doesn't put the razor away.

Then she gets a text.

Saying another person she cares about is dead.

She lets out a shakey breath, before grabbing the razor and putting it back on her wrist again. This time she doesn't just hold it there... she slices. For that little moment of relief she gets from the pain. Truth is, she likes the pain... because she feels she deserves it...

Samantha sat there, letting her wrist bleed, not bothering to put anything on it at first. But, after a few minutes, and when she starts to get light headed, she puts a towel on it, taking deep breaths.

"Samantha? I just came her to grab someth─" Kol Mikaelson says, walking into the room, knowing he could only keep himself from tearing out her throat for so long, so he had to get in and get out. Samantha quickly looks up at him, eyes wide, as she puts more pressure on her wound without even thinking.

"Kol?"

"Darling what are yo-- wh- what are you doing?!" He stutter, the smell of her blood filling his nose, not knowing how much longer he could keep his veins from showing, let alone before he kills her.

"Y-you shouldn't- You shouldn't be here- I didn't think- think you'd be here-" Sam says, caught in the act. She quickly stands up and pulls her arm to her chest defensivly.

"Samantha? Why, love? Whats happening?" Kol questions, hating to see her in pain.

"I- I just- I-" Sam tries to defend, when the veins under Kol's eyes start to appear, him slowly losing control. The veins keep repearing and then disappering again. Sam presses down harder on her cut, wishing she had never done it now. "I-I'm sorry- I- I didn't know you were- you would sh-show up-"

"Wer-Were you cut-cutting yourself─ Were you cutting yourself because of─ Why were you cutting yourself, Darling?" Kol says, before taking a deep breath and his eyes go completely black, his full vampire face showing, flickering in between the two. His normal and his vampire face.

"Between you, and Nat─ And- and- all the deaths─" Sam gasps out through tears that started to collect in her eyes. Before anything else could happen, Kol quickly starts to talk.

"Darling... I need to go... now... if I don't─ I don't even want to think about if I stay..." He says, looking at Sam, his vampire face not going back. Sam slowly backs away.

"I─ I'll leave─ You said you needed to get something so─" Sam suggests, walking backwards away from Kol.

"No. I'll leave." Kol says, not wanting to cause Sam anymore pain.

"No, uh, no. You're fine... Just, um, uh, text me when you-you're done." Sam says, continuing to back away. Because she was walking backwards, she didn't realize where she was walking and tripped on a table, causing a whole bunch of glass to fall onto the ground, and on top of Sam, giving her a few more cuts, her bleeding even more.

Samantha immedately freezes, slowly looking to Kol who wasn't moving at all. He wasn't breathing, he wasn't blinking... he was just standing there, veins on his face, ready to feed.

"Kol─" Sam says, trying to make sure he was okay. She slowly stands up, grabbing a towel to put around her cuts. She tries to stop the bleeding, eyes never leaving Kol as he just stands there. "Kol? P-Please say something... You're scaring me..." Sam admits, no matter how much it breaks her heart. Kol starts to slowly walk towards Sam, all emotions gone from his black eyes. With every step he takes towards Sam, she takes one back, moving as fast as she can away from him, until her back reachs a wall.

Kol just continues calmly walking towards her, him opening his mouth to show his fangs. He puts a hand on the left side of her head, using his left hand to trail over her neck, locating the arterys and such. Sam lets out a shacky breath, closing her eyes.

"Kol... Please..." Sam pleads, not giving up on her hope that he was still in there, under the curse. Kol just gives her a smile, before slowly moving his head down to her neck, taking in a deep breath, smelling her blood.

Kol harshly tears into Sam's neck, grabbing the back of her head and making sure she can't move too far. Samantha tries to fight him off, trying to kick and punch him, but none of it seems to phase him. He just stands there...

draining every last drop from from the woman he married 2 days ago...

Eventually, Sam's body can't lose anymore blood. So, she goes limp, dead, eyes wide open.

Kol removes his teeth, taking in a deep breath, not yet realizing just who he killed.

That was...

Until he took a step back...

And found the lifeless face of Samantha Winchester staring back at him.

"No, no, no, no, no, no..." he keeps muttering, grabbing her dead body and holding her close.

This isn't real. She's not dead. You have these dreams all the time... his mind tried to tell him, not that he would believe it. He just keeps clutching her dead body.

This is real.

She is dead.

And it's all your fault.