#samwena fanfic

[masoena]

New BB Event Poll

JPad - Sam Big Bang (JPSBB)

Who would be interested in participating in an event that focuses on Sam Winchester and/or Jared Padalecki as the core character?

- Fandoms: SPN and SPN RPF

- Crossovers allowed

- Mini Bang 4k words / 1 pce of art

- Big Bang 10k words / 2 pcs of art

- No AI art or fics permitted

- All ships permitted

- Jared or Sam must be the main character in the story and part of the pairing / ship if there is one.

Let's celebrate this multi-faceted character and human being with his own event.

I have been mulling around hosting a bang like this for some time, doing interest checking.

Please help boost the signal by reblogging after giving your vote.

If your yes is conditional on certain aspects please let me know in the comments.

[laceratedlamiaceae]

I can't believe I'm out here contemplating writing supernatural fic in the year of our lord 2024 but I've fallen deep into the Crowley/Bobby hole and I desperately need there to be a fic where they get together because Sam hooks up with Rowena and Crowley decides that if Sam's going to fuck his mother then he's going to fuck Sam's father (figure) as revenge

[queer-dancing-fandom-nerd]

queerplatonic Samwena agenda post

for @wigglebox's Suptober 24 remixed day 23: fever

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“Rowena?” Sam questioned his ringing phone. 

For the past few months, since they connected over their pasts with Lucifer, he and the Witch had a shared understanding. In exchange for the book of the damned, Rowena provided magical assistance whenever they needed, as well as began teaching Sam some of the fundamentals of witch-craft. Quick study he was though, Rowena took it upon herself to expand his tutelage and take him in as her protégé. And while they got along well and have come to care for each other deeply, spending time together just for the sake of one another’s company, a phone call out of the blue like this could not be a good sign. 

“You okay?” He asked after picking up her call. 

“Why wouldn’t I be, Samuel?” She spoke with her usual bravado, but her voice was weak and shaky. 

“You’re a better liar than that.” Sam shook his head with a half smile on his face, but one that was wavering with concern. 

“Was I really that unconvincing?” Rowena asked in a fake-hurt tone. 

“I just know you, Ro.” 

Silence. 

“You’re the one who called, just talk to me, okay?” Sam pleaded, forcing himself to be patient with her. Like himself, like everyone in his life, Rowena was absolutely horrible at asking others for help. But she did make the call, so that had to count for something. 

“I’m sick…” she finally admitted. 

“Wait- what? I thought you couldn’t get sick? You’re over three hundred years old and using magic to keep you alive, shouldn’t that take care of little things like influenza?” 

“Oh Samuel,” Rowena laughed before it turned into a hacking cough. 

“Ro,” Sam breathed involuntarily. 

[typicalrowena]

My first time participating in an event like this! Writing this fic was so much fun, and challenging, and time consuming - but so worth it

Check out the art there as well, done by the wonderful @morokollisyo

You can read it now on AO3!

[mayalaen]

Tribute Fic #5

Title: Words With Friends Fandom: Supernatural Pairings: Sam/Rowena Characters: Sam, Rowena Tags: D/s, BDSM, switch!Sam, domme!Rowena, training, discipline, teasing, paddling, toys, vibrators, begging, crying, clamps, punishment, spanking, paddles, whips, handjobs, cnc, edging, orgasm denial, bondage, platonic BDSM

Summary: It wasn’t often that Samuel Winchester broke one of her rules, and since she so rarely had the opportunity to make him howl and scream and beg in true agony, Rowena was going to take advantage of it. 

This fic is set two years before the beginning of CONventional Psychopathy Part 1. Yes, I realize that in Part 3 of the 'verse Sam has no idea what a switch is, but chalk this up to either unreliable narrator in Part 3 or, what it really is, the writer being a dork 😊

Notes: For Cecil, a friend who died on March 2, 2024. The best BDSM mentor a very confused and fucked up person could ask for, especially when said fucked up person sucked at communication and would fall into non-verbal subspace at the drop of a hat once they were comfortable with a dom.

Thank you for letting me be me, rolling with the hallucinations like a pro, not batting an eye at the pronoun changes even though I didn’t know what I wanted half the time, and letting me try every single CNC thing I wanted to do. Also fuck you (affectionate) for ruining me for anybody else when it comes to a single-tail whip 💜

Some of what you’re about to read is true to life and happened between me and Cecil. Some of it is complete fiction. You can guess, if you like, but the answer is between me and him, and he’s not gonna tell.

Thanks go out to @eeveestoneson for the prompt on this one! I was stuck and that got me going ❤️

[iamwhatiamafuckingbagofbags]

My contribution to Suptober! This is my first fic on AO3, I have been so excited about it!! I’m kind of really rusty but I hope you guys give it a read <3 it’s very silly and fluffy

Day 7: Black Cat

Word Count: 4,637

Summary: Sam and Dean are on a run of the mill witch hunt. In January, in Wisconsin, freezing their asses off. When they get back to the bunker, a fuzzy surprise awaits them, with eerily familiar blue eyes. Castiel and Jack are nowhere to be found, and their new whiskered friend might be the answer to all their questions.

[glygriffe]

Fic rec for the first month of 2024

What can I say? I read fics and visualize all the lovely images in my head instead of creating something new. It's the best way to procrastinate. It almost feels like co-creating.

Here are my favourite stories read in January

Supernatural

Said the Salmon to the Sea: a wonderful one-shot about water-creature Dean reflecting on self-change. By @bendingsignpost (Dean x Castiel)

Touch Starved: a little fluff and angst by @silent-stories (Dean x GN!Reader)

Memory Lane - Sam Winchester: Reader is an old friend of Sam and they revisit some of their time together at the university. A short prompt story by @girls-alias (Sam & Reader)

It Just Happened: a small AU fic where Dean « accidentally » kissed Castiel by @one-more-offbeat-anthem (Destiel)

Regarding Sam: a missing scenes/coda fic around the episode Regarding Dean, from the POV of Rowena. By @amaranthhiding (Rowena x Sam)

Inner Demon: a Crowley against humanity fic (in the same sense Metatron says to Castiel that humanity is his weakness if I say so myself), written by @petrichoravellichor on AO3. Set during 10x02: Reichenbach. (Crowley x Dean)

The Rest: an angsty fic inspired by a Station Breaks song. Original characters and old favourites appear in this story by @mrswhozeewhatsis. (No pairing)

Original Work

Untitled original work: a short prompted sci-fi story about war androids and humanity by @fox-bright (No pairing)

[amaranthhiding]

Empty Earth - Chapter 22

by Hiding Amaranth

Empty Earth Chapter 22 is online on AO3! Jack POV for this one. :)

Cover by the author (original post with both covers)

Empty Earth Words: 97,192 so far, Chapters: 22/? Relationships: Dean/Cas, Sam/Rowena, Jack & Dean, Jack & Crowley POV: Alternating (Dean, Sam, Jack, Castiel, Rowena, Crowley, Naomi, HunterCorp Dean, Michael, Kevin, Balthazar)

Tags: Post-15x18, Fix-It, Epic, Plotty, Action/Adventure, Apocalypse, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with Happy Ending, Splashes of Humor, Empty Rescue, Protective Dean, Angel True Forms, Consensual Possession, Enochian, Magic, Witch Sam, Queen Rowena, Rebellion in Hell, Samwena First Kiss, Destiel Being Chaotic

Summary: After Castiel's confession, Dean carries a spark of hope telling him this can't be the end. This spark is the strongest weapon for Dean, Sam and Jack in this final war. The enemy is God. The battlefield is an Earth devoid of humans, a Hell in rebellion against its queen, and a Heaven betrayed by its creator. And the stakes are everything and everyone they have ever cared about. Read Empty Earth on AO3!

Excerpt from Chapter 22 under the cut

The caped stranger ran through the dark tunnel much too fast for them to keep up. It was only thanks to Jack's angelic senses that he saw the man come to a stop somewhere ahead. He managed to prevent Mary from crashing into the wall with a warning hand against her shoulder. A quiet curse near them meant John hadn't been spared from that fate.

A light appeared, and Jack saw that the stranger held a small flashlight between his teeth while drawing another one of those chalk sigils. The outline of a door appeared in the wall of the tunnel, and a short press of the man's hand sufficed for it to open outwards.

One after the other, they stumbled out into the blinding brightness of someone's heaven on a sunny beach. The ocean was impressive and slightly intimidating with its size and the crashing waves. Jack had only ever seen such a large body of water in the split second it had taken him to fly across it in his frenzied escape from his own guilt. Standing right in front of these massive plains of blue reaching all the way to the horizon was on a different level entirely.

"Close the damned door if you got any sense!" the stranger called out to them and Jack turned hastily to press the door closed behind John, watching it merge seamlessly into a changing cubicle.

The man didn't wait to see if they complied, already running further ahead through rows of white sun chairs and colorful parasols.

"Doctor Badass, wait!" Jack yelled, attracting the attention of a woman who must have been the owner of this heaven.

"Who the fuck are you people?" she asked them, sitting up on her sun chair. "You're ruining my vibe here."

Jack noticed only then how much they stood out on this beach, fully dressed among people in swimwear, running when everyone else was just lounging and relaxing.

"I'm sorry. We'll stop ruining… your vibe. We were just leaving," he hurried to explain, throwing a look at Mary and John behind him. Mary seemed confused, John annoyed, but the caped stranger didn't slow down, so Jack had no choice but continue their frenzied run.

They caught up with him in front of a wooden booth selling ice cream, where the man was creating another one of his strange chalk doors on the side wall. He waved them inside and they were once more surrounded by darkness.

"All right, enough of this nonsense! Who or what are we running from?" John asked, his voice echoing in the silence of the tunnel.

"Jack, you said Dean is hurt? Where is he?" Mary talked over him, and the worry in her voice was audible.

Jack never had a chance to reply to either of these questions, though, because Doctor Badass cut him off.

"Listen, there's a time for answers, but this ain't it. Gotta shake off the God Squad before they can track us to Homebase."

Read Empty Earth on AO3!

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[samsexualdeancurious]

Heaven in Hell (NSFW)

Pairing: Sam x Rowena

Words: 489

Summary: Rowena has ways to make her time at court more enjoyable.

Warnings: public sex, oral sex (female receiving), kind of dom!Rowena.

Set in a post-15x04 AU where Sam becomes the Boy King to Rowena's Queen of Hell, this fic is intended to be in the same AU as this 15x04 "fix-it" I wrote in 2019.

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Rowena’s cries echo off the stone walls of her throne room as her orgasm rushes through her. Sam’s hands are steady on her hips, holding her in place even as she shakes apart under his ministrations. His mouth is a piece of Heaven in Hell - Sam himself is a piece of Heaven in Hell, if she’s going to be honest with herself. What better way to spend her afterlife than with Sam Winchester kneeling between her thighs, eating her out on her throne in front of her court?

“Good boy,” Rowena praises, more than a little breathy as she strokes Sam’s hair but her gaze is steady when she meets the black eyes of the nearest demon. They’ve been putting a genuine effort into not visibly reacting to Sam eagerly attending to her needs even as she discussed logistics. Despite their dedication to self-control, though, Rowena can still see the hunger in their gaze.

Sam lifts his head and his eyes are bright when they meet her’s. His lips are flushed as dark as his cheeks, his chin covered in her arousal, and she can’t help herself. Her grip on his hair tightens and she pulls him up on his knees to meets his mouth in a bruising kiss. Sam moans openly. She’d never had expected Sam to be a vocal lover but he has no qualms about telling the whole of Hell how much the Boy King enjoys his Queen.

Sam braces himself against the arms of her throne as he deepens the kiss with a hungry growl. His body fits between her thighs and her suspicions of his arousal are confirmed when his clothed bulge is pressed against her pelvis. She wants so badly to tell him to unzip and fuck her but she does want to get this meeting over with. Further interruptions will only draw it out longer. So instead of ordering him to take her right here on her throne, she slides one hand up the front of his long, beautiful neck to curl around his throat. He freezes and she feels the click of him swallowing. She doesn’t squeeze, just gently guides him back onto his heels.

“Down, boy,” she purrs.

Sam has his back to the room, so he has no qualms about pouting. It’s adorable and tempting but she’s not going to cave.

“Later, my dove. Be a dear and fix my skirt?”

Sam obeys but when he’s done, he doesn’t return to his own throne like she expected. Instead, he claims a spot sitting at her feet. His long legs sprawled across the top step of the dais, he leans his shoulder against her knee with a knowing smirk when he sees the jealousy on the faces of the court. Rowena smiles down at him before fixing the demon she was speaking with before her orgasm with a firm stare.

“Well? Get on with it. I don’t have all day.”

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[cascigarette]

spn kink bingo 2024

pairing: sam winchester/rowena macleod

words: 670

rating: explicit

summary: Sam and Rowena in the throne room of Hell. For my "against the wall" square

[withthekeyisking-writer]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rowena MacLeod/Sam Winchester Characters: Sam Winchester, Rowena MacLeod Additional Tags: Post-Episode: s15e19 Inherit the Earth (Supernatural), Ruler of Hell Rowena MacLeod, Caring Rowena MacLeod, Flirty Rowena MacLeod, Witchy Sam Winchester, Pining Sam Winchester, Sam loves Rowena and doesn't know how to deal with that considering she's the queen of Hell, and y'know kinda dead, but is it really an spn relationship if it's not complicated?, Complicated Relationships, Bittersweet, Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort Summary:

Sam never in a million years thought he'd be a regular visitor to Hell, and yet here he is, once more making the trip downstairs on a weak excuse of needing Rowena's help with his and Dean's most recent case.

[masoena]

Day 2 of Kinky Sam Winchester Week as organized by @spnkinkevents

Prompt filled: 69

Pairing: M/F

Relationship: Sam Winchester / Rowena MacLeod

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Rowena proposed they try something new after one of the magic tutoring sessions and while Sam was gone, he couldn't see how it would work. However, Rowena was confident enough for the both of them.

[panthera-dei]

Today's the day!! 🎉✨

Check out the short story I wrote for @spnrareships Sam Winchester Rare Ships Week!

Officially the story that has broken my writing slump, at least for now. 😜

Is Samwena technically a rare ship? I don't know and I honestly don't really care tbh, it's just for fun.

And, one thousand thanks to @amaranthhiding for encouraging me to write this. I literally would not have done it without you! 😂💙

[typicalrowena]

Summary:

“Where did you say Castiel got it again?”

“I don’t know, he didn’t have time to explain,” Sam answered with an apprehensive tone, never moving his eyes from where they were staring.

The whole room grew dark, an ever changing silhouette casting its shadow on the wall in front of them. An animal-like screech interrupted them, leaving them transfixed in their place, watching the previously fluffy bunny turn into a demon.

This was so not the way Sam or Rowena wanted to spend their afternoon.

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Just posted my first Samwena story on AO3! :)

[italwayshadtobeyou]

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[amaranthhiding]

Dibs on Samuel

by Hiding Amaranth

Words: 2,194 (finished) Rating: Teen Relationships: Rowena/Sam

Tags: Canon Universe, Episode 15x08, Rowena/Sam First Kiss, Angst with Happy Ending, Angst and Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Ruler of Hell Rowena, Sam Using Magic

Point-of-View Characters: Sam

Summary: Now that the fact had sunken in that Rowena wasn't gone forever, that she was only a spell away, he couldn't let it go. He had to return to Hell.

Written for the SPN Royalty of Hell Weekend 2023 Day 2: Queen of Hell hosted by @spnrareships

Banner created by the author Read Dibs on Samuel on AO3

Excerpt under the cut

He let himself sink to his knees, pulling the boxes of spell ingredients and Rowena's journals out from under his bed. A sense of calm washed over him the moment his fingers touched the red leather cover, the same way it had for weeks now. Something to cling to in the insanity his life had become.

The magic, all that knowledge right there in front of him, had sucked him in quickly. It had carried him through sleepless nights, most of which had ended with a tear-streaked face—especially whenever he'd stumbled over any kind of personal annotations scribbled onto the pages. Almost as if she'd been right there with him.

He'd been convinced that these journals were all that remained of her, his only way of ever interacting with her again. That's why he'd refused to store them anywhere other than his own room.

Doing what we do, we've had to get used to losing people. Probably too used to it.

When he'd said this to Michael just minutes ago, he'd been talking about Adam. But he realized the statement applied to Rowena as much as to his younger brother.

With Adam, we said goodbye because we thought we had to. We were wrong.

He'd tried so hard to say goodbye, to let go of her. To stop the flashbacks of the moment the dagger had sunken into her stomach. The nauseating squelch still haunted his dreams whenever he closed his eyes.

When he'd used Rowena's spell to teleport Dean, Cas and himself to Hell, he'd done so only in the vague hope of finding Michael. The last thing he'd expected was to find Rowena instead.

Ironically, he'd spent most of the encounter too stunned to say much. And that even though he'd lain awake in the half-dark of his room many nights in a row, imagining all the things he wished he could still ask her, tell her. He hadn't thought he'd ever get a chance to.

Now that the fact had sunken in that she wasn't gone forever, that she was only a spell away, he couldn't let it go. He had to return to Hell.

With any luck, nobody would even notice he was gone. He didn't have the exact numbers to convert Earth and Hell times, but even just ten minutes here should be plenty of time over there. Archangels and God be damned, he'd take the time.

Nobody was there to keep the flame burning in case he'd need longer than the contents of the bowl would last, but he felt that this was something he had to do on his own. In the worst case, he wouldn't exactly get trapped on the other side anyway, not with Rowena calling the shots. He trusted her.

The magic ingredients were exactly how he'd left them, all stacked neatly into a small box next to the spell bowl. It didn't take long at all to prepare the spell for the second time that day. Though he was sure he remembered every word, he still leafed through the journal for confirmation, finding the page blindly. He let his finger pads glide over the elegant handwriting and exhaled with a brief smile, shaking his head about himself.

His blood was the last ingredient missing, so he swallowed and took a deep breath to calm his nerves, then cut into his palm. The feeling of a knife in his hand made him sick to his stomach after what he'd been forced to do to her. A trickle of red fell from his clenched fingers into the bowl, and he had to remind himself that it was his own this time. Not hers.

"Initium ad inferna permittatur," he whispered, his hands trembling as he lit a match to throw it into the mix.

He watched the small flame's descent and rested his fingers against the bowl's edge, the metal cold to the touch.

The explosion of purple was blinding, and he blinked, hastily wiping his sleeve over his face when the by now familiar sensation of tears appeared on his cheeks. He knew better than to think it had been caused only by the brightness.

When his vision cleared, he was standing in one of Hell's dark corridors. He still remembered the way to the throne room from earlier, though he really hoped he wouldn't have to fight his way through.

The alley leading directly to the throne room's gate came into view, framed by golden hooded statues on both sides. Several demons eyed him, and he fell into a combat stance by instinct. But then the demon at the front of the group of guards said, "Let him pass, he's on the list."

He was escorted the short distance to the gate. The demon cleared his throat before pushing it open, then announced loudly, "Milady, Samuel Winchester is here."

And there she was.

Sam had been a fool to think the second time seeing her on that snake-headed throne would be any less breathtaking.

Read Dibs on Samuel on AO3

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