#soulless!sam appreciation

[ambersock]

From @supamerchant on a soulless!sam post:

My serious question that I ask myself every timeI see a soulless!Sam post: how was soulless any different from all the other hunters? Obviously soulless is different from Sam in the fact that he thinks one-tracked in a calculated manner while Sam is known for his empathy for humans and non-humans, so Sam feels regret for souless’s actions. After all this, however, what made him so much worse than all the other hunters?

This is an interesting question. We do see soulless!sam taking actions that show him unemotionally prioritizing the mission over the safety and lives of humans, the most egregious cases in point: killing a woman to deprive a monster of its leverage and using people without their knowledge or consent, e.g. using sheriff Dobbs as bait for the arachne and "allowing" Dean to get turned (and I use the word loosely because he was nowhere near close enough to intervene) for the sake of a strategic advantage.

Now let's look at some specific examples from our hunter community:

4x04 Metamorphosis - Travis tries to kill Jack's wife on the off chance that the child she's carrying might be a rugaru.

5x16 Dark Side of the Moon - Roy and Walt kill Dean along with Sam, not even for the sake of the mission, but because they don't want him to take revenge.

Killing an innocent for the sake of the mission? Check.

5x03 The End - Hunters try to force Sam to ingest demon blood to use him as a weapon.

Putting people at risk without their consent? Check.

Soulless!Sam was never actually shown to have done anything less ethical than what other hunters have done, including Sam and Dean themselves (shoving a demon back into a host and sacrificing the host to kill the demon, anyone?).

Now here's the key difference: Soulless!Sam is impaired, unable to access the part of himself that is capable of compassion and empathy, and he is aware of this. This is exactly why he seeks out Dean, chooses him over the Campbell clan, and willingly takes direction from him. He knows he's deficient, and he tries to improve.

[demons-i-get]

WAIT BIG BRAINED THOUGHT:

Sam does smth stupid hoping Dean won't find out.

Someone rats Sam out to Dean.

Sam gets in trouble and a lecture from Dean (bc Dean is a parent and he is Sam's parent I will not accept criticism on this matter).

Later, Sam makes a group chat consisting of everyone who could have told on him to Dean and just sends this video:

[colorlessjay]

Your AU has inspired within me the hilarity of Season 6 and Season 16 Sam swapping. 16!Sam being all "no no no they just got themselves together why am I back in this pinning hell period?" While 6!Sam can't be bothered to care that Dean and Cas are married though he's slightly nauseated by their mushy behavior. They swap back and 6!Dean's like "what's up with the future your older self wouldn't say but he kept hitting himself in the face for no reason whenever Cas showed up?" And 6!Sam's only response is to shrug and say "my wife's hot" as that's the only information of value to soulless Sam.

See this is why Sam doesn't fuck with time shenanigans

he knows better

Also absolute vibes, even soulless Sam can't deny Eileen is hot af and he'd probably flirt with her in front of S16 Sam if he could, not even acknowledging his own son

S16 Sam would probably spend his time apologizing and appreciating Bobby, telling Dean he's doing great and that he loves his brother, and hugging Cas, telling him things will get better

then he kicks Dean's ass in a spar because it's the only excuse he has after enduring the years long angel pining

[dumb-zombie-girl]

😳😵‍💫

closer by nine inch nails is soulless sam's song. his hot girl bummer anthem, if you will.

[imaginaryprotagonist]

To those who think Supernatural should have ended in season 5, do you really, REALLY know what you're missing? That's a world without Charlie! One without Donna. No Rowena. No Jack. No Kevin, and more importantly, no Linda. No Eileen. NO BENNY OR GARTH! No Jody's home for wayward girls who kick fucking ass. You are missing Cas and Crowleys' buddy comedy. And Casifer. French Mistake? Nope, that's season 6 ma guy. No human Cas. No demon Dean. No soulless Sam. No Crowley shouting how he deserves to be loved. NO LILY SUNDER HAS SOME REGRETS. Am I saying that every season and episode is quality television? Absolutely not. But there are so many things to appreciate post-season 5.

[immodestly-marina]

Looking for something...?

(psst... so is Sammy, see how he's looking <3. around with his dumb lil' flashlight?)

Here's my masterlist, where you can find all things Sammy :)

Anything marked with * includes mature themes (smut), you have been warned!

SFW Sam Winchester Headcanons - What Sam would be like as a boyfriend (Alphabet hcs), very lovey dovey, Sammy's a cutie, Soft golden retriever coded

Taking care of a sleepy and drained Sammy - Sam needs some love and care after a particularly stressful hunt, fluffy and whumpy

*You Ruined It :( - Sammy being so riled up from just your hand palming his jean covered cock, only for you to ruin the orgasm he'd been longing for

Syncope - Where reader faints after an injury, Sam and Dean panic because god forbid they think rationally, Sam takes care of you like the gentleman he is

*Needy Sammy - Riding Sam into the floor after a hunt as he begs you to fuck him

*So Soaked - Soulless Sam coaxes you to sleep with him to pass time, completely unfazed by you cheating on his brother with him

*Prettiest thing - Transfem!Sam thought she'd lost you on a hunt, you show your gratitude and appreciation for each other by riding her on an old motel chair

Will be updated with each work!

[samheughanswife]

Sam

Sam was in his element. With friends, Steve and comfortable in the auditorium.

Refreshed from a week of sun,sand and sea. Add in off the socials grid. No random blondes in bikinis, or the gym blonde rats at the North Bondi open gym breathing the same sea air as him instantly given a nickname and assumed bumping curlies.

He shared that he had a session with the famous Bondi Beach lifeguards. He was encouraged to dive off the rocks at the South end of the beach- Bondi. He shared he had never dived in his life( sure that’s not true, just not into the Pacific Ocean) He was shown how to swim back to shore in a rip, ( that’s what drowns people not understanding how to get out of a rip). And generally living a beachside life. He joked that he didn’t sleep in the sand, he had a house (?? 👀).

Loves 🇦🇺. Not the snakes he revealed to an answer re the snakebite episode. Met all the famous animals. And shared that he felt the walk to the top of the bridge more now than when he did it eight years ago ( doubt that). Mentioned the bars he hit up and the restaurants.

A week well spent. As you all have seen he has the tan to show for it.

Two afternoons were lost to late summer thunderstorms. What did he do then?!

He answered the expected questions regarding the end of OL. He is ready to say goodbye. He has been in discussion regarding work. He wants to continue to travel after the S8 wrap.

Mentioned going to Everest and working on getting distribution in 🇦🇺 for SS. And other countries.

Shared a tidbit that when he went to the studio his “things” had been moved for a new younger cast. All tongue in cheek. Said he is looking for to BOMB.

This was a contented man. It was all easy conversation and engagement with just under 945 fans. The auditorium capacity is 945 and there were about 20 empty seats.

He did not bring up the spirits unless asked. He didn’t have a bottle on stage. That bag on the table was Steve’s- with a drink bottle in it and a place to put the discarded written questions. He was not selling his booze, he was riffing. Laughing and just being relaxed.

Asked about Caitriona ( got to say that the audience was a Sam only) and he discussed her getting prepped for directing. Said they had FT her the night before, all the guys and showed her what she was missing. He said how much they had shared and that really “ THEY WERE LIKE BROTHER AND SISTER” ✅ ✅. Crowd liked that.

He said that it will be difficult working away the final time. Very poignant. But he said he is ready.

The rest was the same questions and answers. The event organizers said there will be a USB to buy. So the rest will be there for those who will buy and then share here.

I’ve been told that on the soulless account comments have said that the guys were disheveled and looked unwashed. BULLSHIT. All their clothes were ironed( I am that woman who judges unironed clothes. Sam had ironed his T-shirt and pants. His hair was not oily. And his eau de parfum was that of a man who had showered early and had used deodorant. Those hollow jealous haters were truly reaching for something- anything.

I’m guessing that the Melbourne audience will be just as thrilled and appreciative of the chance to be in conversation with the OL lads. There is a song from one of my teenage favourite 🇦🇺 band Australian Crawl. It’s called The Boys Light Up. It’s the perfect song for the fun day yesterday. The boys did light up.

[trialssam]

jared delivered this scene so well dude, the way he's so emotionless talking about not wanting to kill bobby bc he's been nothing but good to him. but he "has to" because he's trying to survive. he doesn't know what will happen to him if dean gets his soul back, it's a survival instinct. I love soulless!sam, I can talk about him for hours

[scoobydoodean]

saw someone say that sam is the only one in tfw whose trauma is sexualised... and I just want to know what show they watched because that's the most blatantly untrue thing I've ever seen. truly glad to find some people on tumblr like you who seem to actually have watched the show so thank you for that

Not exactly sure how to interpret this the way it's phrased. If the idea is that Sam is the only one who faces trauma that has sexual undertones or overtones...

In 1.20, a rapist vampire forces her tongue down Dean's throat while another vampire watches appreciatively. This is also all happening while John and Sam are using Dean as bait.

In 3.01, Dean is attacked by Lust.

In 4.03 while Dean is tied up, Azazel sniffs at his neck while wearing his grandfather, Samuel.

In 4.05, Dean is undressed by the Dracula shifter while unconscious and then dressed in lederhosen.

We... all saw Alastair, right? Like. Just watch the guy in a single scene. How he talks to and looks at people. How he talks to and looks at Dean. ("They sliced and carved and tore at me in ways that..." - Dean in 4.10 talking about hell). (Also this)

In 4.14, Dean swaps spit with a siren and is put under it's control.

In season 5, saying "yes" to an angel is repeatedly compared to sex acts by Dean.

In 5.01, Meg forces a kiss on Dean.

In 6.05, Soulless Sam uses Dean as unwilling bait. Dean is attacked in an alley by a rapist vampire who calls him "pretty" and then later in the episode, the same vampire asks Dean if he wants "the private tour" while looking him up and down.

Multiple instances in 6.09

In 6.09, Meg sits on a tied up Dean's lap and puts a knife to his throat, and says "Satisfy me or I please myself". Afterwards, she tells Dean "don't pretend you don't enjoy it".

This moment also in 6.09.

This moment from 8.03.

Abaddon says a range of creepy, sexual things to Dean while overpowering him. [Ex 1]

Lots of heavy implications in season 10.

The Amara plot line.

Dean being tied to an altar as a sacrifice for a tentacle monster.

Whole season 14 Michael possession plot.

Didn't make it to film but "Wide-eyed hitchhiker routine" (14.14)

In 15.05, Lilith says that Chuck has a "Very weird, very pervvy obsession" with Dean. (Pair this with Dean being "full frontal" in the Supernatural books according to 5.18).

Then there's Cas, who is almost murdered by a woman he had sex with in 9.03, and who also gets possessed by Lucifer, and who was lobotomized 5 billion times for being in love with Dean.

My tag #dont objectify me! might be of interest.

[girls-alias]

Soulless Smut - Sam Winchester

Title: Soulless smut - Sam Winchester

Words: 2,388

Relations: Soulless Sam Winchester X Reader

TW: SMUT! Slightly Dom Sam, Sub Reader. BJ

Requested: @angelofdarkness69

I sulked into the seat at the bar. I'm not usually the type to drink but today, right now I am! 

"Double vodka and coke, keep them coming until I can't say thank you anymore," I instructed handing over my card. He took my card and nodded. A chuckle passed his lips as he walked away. He came back with my card and first drink. I nodded in appreciation. "Thank you," I said clearly making him chuckle. There weren't many in the bar so the bartender stayed close to me. 

"Rough day?" He asked making me sigh as I took a large gulp. 

"Rough week," I commented between gulps making him push air through his teeth like he knew the feeling. 

A few drinks later, a few songs later, a few dart games later and a few pool games later, the bar was full and loaded. I was the only woman but everyone seemed happy about it. Everyone was cheering me on no matter what I did. They even cheered for me when I came out of the bathroom. I would be lying if I said that I didn't like the attention. I sat at the bar and the bartender laughed at me. 

"Can you still say thank you?" He asked making me laugh. 

"I can probably say in different languages at this point. Another please kind sir," I commented making him laugh at my drunken state. He nodded and went to make my drink. 

"So are you the only woman in this town?" A guy beside me asked. I looked at him and chuckled. He's very attractive and about a thousand times more handsome than anyone else in town. 

"The only one worth looking at," I joked making him chuckle but his expression was cold. Something about it made my spin shiver but I liked it. 

"I'd have to say I agree, you do tours?" He asked with a cheeky smirk. 

"Of me or the town?" I asked making him chuckle. I smirked at him. It wasn't long before we both closed our tabs and were walking to the motel he was staying at. 

SMUT!!!!:

He walked me to his motel room, I preferred it as my place is a little messy right now. He opened the room with his key, gesturing for me to go in first as he opened the door. I smiled gratefully as I stepped inside. I approached the closest bed, noticing the two. I turned around to face Sam as he approached me with a smirk. I smirked leaning up as he leaned down to connect our lips. We kissed hastily, hungrily. It's been a while for me so to say I'm eager is an understatement. God, he's so hot.

His large hands gripped my waist, I attached my hands to the back of his hair, pulling him closer to me before I started walking backwards. He smirked as he slowly guided me to lie down on the bed, hovering over me as he followed. I bit his bottom lip as he groaned, clearly a fan of it. I smiled knowing this could be fun.

My hands moved to the bottom of his shirt, hastily pulling it up. He broke away from the kiss to take it off completely and rushed to reconnect our lips. I moaned softly as his hips pressed into me. He smirked as he grabbed the buttons of my shirt, sloppily trying to undo them quickly. I need it off now. I grabbed the front of my shirt harshly pulling it open. The shirt opened, a few buttons fell off, and the bouncing sounds faded further away from the bed. I chuckled softly as he smiled against my lips. He placed a hand on the back of my neck, keeping my lips on his as he sat up a little. He pried the shirt off my body. He stayed sat up as he moved to my bra.

"I'm taking this off," He commented, his lips not leaving mine. I hummed to show my approval quickly, although I'm pretty sure he wasn't asking for it. He smirked against my lips as I smiled. His tongue entered my mouth, softly fighting mine for dominance. He was easily winning. He unclasped my bra, pulling it off my arms before it was thrown across the room. He lowered me back down, lying me down as he pushed his hips into me. I moaned, my mouth falling open as he pushed his tongue into my mouth to silence me.

I worked on the button and zip on his jeans, prying them open easily and moaning as he bit my bottom lip and pulled back. He got up from the bed, admiring me as he licked his lips. I smirked seeing his built physic. God! He looked at me hungrily as he pulled his pants off, leaving him in just his boxers. His erect penis, pressing on his boxers made my mouth water. Thank God he's not tiny, it would be so disappointing. He studied me closely as he grabbed my hips, pulling me down the bed with ease. He reached down, grabbing the front of the waistline on my denim shorts, he lifted my whole body with ease. One vein-popping, extremely-muscular hand. I squealed slightly as he lowered me onto the bed, he undid the button with his one hand and began pulling my shorts down. I smirked as I gave him full access to pull them down so he was able to remove them so I was only lying in my thong. I bit my lip as he crawled up to me, his dick pressing on his boxers soon pressed against my thong making me moan, the contact sending excited shivers up my spine.

I rushed to kiss him, passionate and sloppy. He smirked against my lips. His hands found my body, his hand large enough to cup my left breast as his hips pressed into me. His dick pressed between us as I craved we were naked. I anchored my foot onto the bed and started rolling us. He happily complied, lying down and allowing me to straddle him as I kissed him. I grinded my hips into him earning a moan. I smirked as I sat up, my fingers trailing down his chest, he watched intently. Licking his lips as I ventured further down his body. I lifted to snake my fingers into his boxers. His head fell limp as I reached inside, my hand clasping around his hard dick. He moaned at the contact, biting his bottom lip to silence himself. I pumped him a few times before I moved to pull his boxers off, and he happily moved out of them. I took the time to gather spit in my mouth, something he seemed to make water with ease.

I leaned down, taking his dick in my mouth. He groaned happily at my actions. I bobbed my head, taking him in my throat easily as I already craved all of him. I smiled before I could stop myself. His moans fill my ears, singing to me like birds. I continued my pace and rhythm as his groans were a confirmation of his enjoyment. His hand soon found my hair. Bunching it in his hand, I gave him the full ability to face fuck me, something I wasn't confident in but would try for this godly man, he instead guided me to continue with my rhythm. My insides fluttered knowing I was already doing what he wanted.

He seemed to be enjoying the blow job until he sighed and happily pulled my hair to have me look at him. My insides quivered at his roughness. I bit my lip as I looked up at him, the lust shining in my eyes. "Ride me," He instructed. I obliged quickly and was more than happy to. I crawled up to him, my logical brain not kicking in to tell me I was still wearing my thong. Sam didn't see this as an issue as he grabbed it with both hands, ripping the fabric and throwing it aside. My breath fluttered as I had never been so manhandled but I also was not hurt or afraid. If anything it made me more excited, feral almost. He grabbed my hips, lifting me, guiding his cock to my entrance. I bit my lip, anticipation making me internally quiver. He lowered me down onto his cock. I moaned, eyes rolling back as he pushed deep inside me. Gliding in with ease I was wetter than I'd ever been before.

He gripped my hips tightly, lifting again to move me exactly how he wanted me to. I moaned, his cock rhythmically pounding into me. The thing that turned me on the most was that Sam was using me like a sex doll. I didn't know it was a kink until watching his face scrench and relax as he lowered and lifted my hips. I placed a steadying hand on his sculpted chest. Moaning as he rose his hips to meet mine, the tip of his cock hitting my G-spot. I watched as he smirked. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, his smirk only making my walls clench around him. He held my hips high. His elbows dug into the bed as he kept me still. My eyebrows barely had time to furrow before his hips bucked to push deep inside me. I practically screamed, the pleasure erupting from me as he continued to use me. To fuck me deep and thorough.

"You're taking my cock so good," He praised his voice practically a purr as he whispered in my ear. I moaned, biting my lip to try to silence myself so I could hear him. "You like taking my cock?" He teased. I hummed a yes, quickly in response. My moans cascaded between us as he smirked. "Now lie down and take it good," He hissed, bitterness in his tone. He practically pushed me aside as he got up. I hurried to lie down, smirking and giddy. He smirked as he noticed my excitement. He lowered himself between my legs, soon lifting my right leg to rest on his shoulder. I gasped, a feral feeling washing over me as he pushed my hips into a new position and angle. He pushed into me, his cock delving deep inside me. Angles and pressure I've not experienced before. I put a hand over my mouth, a feeble attempt to muffle my moans. My eyes closed as they rolled to the back of my head. He chuckled dryly. Grabbing my wrist and moving my hand away from my mouth. Knowing he wanted to hear my moans and didn't care about volume control, I smirked. He smirked at me, holding my wrist as he brought my hand above my head, pressing my wrist into the mattress. I raised my other arm, allowing his large hand to push that wrist into the bed. Completely bound by him.

I bit my lip, his cock pounding into me, feral moans escaping my lips as his rhythm weakened me. I moaned loudly, my voice growing slightly hoarse as my orgasm grew closer. "Fuck, you're such a good girl," I practically screamed as he pushed deep inside me.

My orgasm tightened in my abdomen. He pushed my wrists deeper into the bed, pounding his hips into me with force and precision. His free hand found my throat, squeezing the side to restrict blood flow but I was able to breathe. My moans rolled through my chest. My orgasm panged, but my scream never made it past his hand as my orgasm peaked. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my walls clenched around him. He grunted, his pace growing sloppy. "Fuck, I'm going to cum so deep inside you," He groaned, riding out my orgasm until his cum spurted deep inside me. His hand tightened on my neck, air escaping me as he came so hard he fully choked me. It only set my orgasm to last longer. My head grew cloudy as he pushed deep inside me a final time.

He growled as he caught his breath, removing his hand from my neck and holding his weight up with his hands. I gasped for air as he rolled off of me and lay beside me. I lay, starstruck, assessing the sex and it was all amazing, the best I've had and probably the best I'll ever have. We fell asleep naked but I woke up alone.

I sat up to look around and moved my hair a little as I remembered all last night, I couldn't help but giggle. I looked over to the door as it opened and there he was. He smiled at me brightly. 

"Morning, I thought I'd get some things for breakfast. I really fucked it out of you last night," he explained as he set a bag down on the bottom of the bed as the sheets covered me. 

"Sounds great," I added as I sat forward, he smirked. He pulled some things from the bag and placed them on the bed. He had strawberries, sandwiches and chips. I smiled excitedly as I looked at the strawberries, he must have noticed because he opened them and held them out to me. I smiled brightly and took one, I noticed him watching my mouth as I ate it so I purposely bit into it slowly. He looked dazed making me chuckle. He chuckled before moving the bag and taking a seat. We sat eating the strawberries while he recounted his favourite parts of last night.

The strawberries were so sweet it really helped. I couldn't help but giggle but the way I was slowly eating them seemed to taint him. He grinned before moving the sheet aside and kissing me. I had flashes of last night as we kissed and it only made me want him more. 

The opening of the motel door made us stop instantly and look over, I quickly pulled the sheet over me again. A guy walked in and looked dazed. 

"Sorry, I'll-" he quickly turned away before clearing his throat and leaving. Sam didn't seem to react before going back to kissing. 

Last night couldn't have gone any better.

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[allthesmutl0vers]

Hey girl could you do a demon! dean x reader x soulless Sam where they tie her up and play a guessing game that turns to smut pretty please!! Love ya boo😘

You got it girl! 🫡 Brace yourself!

Requests Open! Reblogs are always appreciated!

Guess Who

Demon!Dean, Soulless!Sam, Fem Reader. One-Shot. 

Summary:

Sam, Dean, and y/n have returned to the bunker from a hunt. Y/n jokes that she could tell them apart just by their dicks, and they decide to bet her on it.

TW: Wincest, Praise and Degradation, Blindfold, Handcuffs, Oral (F! and M! receiving), Breathplay, Choking.

Words: 1,455

Y/n

“Fuck, I needed that,” I joke as I walk into the common area after my shower. “Demon blood is so gross.” 

“Unless it’s mine, right?” Dean jokes back with a wink as he sips his beer at the table. 

I roll my eyes and laugh. “Pretty sure it all smells the same,” I taunt him as I grab a beer for myself and pop the top off. 

“Don’t knock it ‘til you try it,” Sam laughs as he looks me up and down like a meal. 

Dean points at Sam. “You try to bite my dick, and I gut you three ways to Sunday.”

“Don’t tempt me,” Sam flirts and winks at Dean as I sit down at the table. 

Dean rolls his eyes and looks back at me. “Nice throwing with that knife. But how’d you know you wouldn’t hit me or Sam? That place was pitch black.”

I chuckle and shake my head. “Please, I could tell you guys apart from just your dicks with my eyes closed and my hands tied.”

Sam and Dean look at each other and back at me again. “Is that so?” Sam asks curiously as he sips his beer. 

“As a matter of fact, it is,” I tease him with a smile. 

“Care to place a wager on that, princess?” Dean smirks. “If you can guess, you can drive baby. If you can’t,” he tsks and smirks. “Then you gotta clean her.”

“Mmm, I like where this is going,” Sam says, palming himself under the table. 

“Thought you said to never make a deal with a demon,” I taunt. 

“Scared you’ll lose?” Dean fires back. 

I stand up and walk over to Dean, leaning over his chair. “Two men with essentially no souls want to fuck me?” I ask, leaning in and barely brushing his lips with mine before pulling back, making Dean growl. “Either way, I’m still a winner. Bring it on,” I taunt Dean, looking into his eyes as they flicker to black. “Bitch.”

Dean stands up, his eyes black as he stares down at me. “Watch your mouth,” he warns me.

“But you do it so much better,” I tease him as I back up a step, only to land against a familiar chest. 

“You’re in for now,” Sam says darkly behind me. I don’t even get a chance to respond before he spins me and lifts me, throwing me over his shoulder. 

I watch Dean rub his hands together and bite his lip as he follows Sam into the interrogation room. “What the f-?” I’m cut off by Sam laying me down and strapping my hands above my head to the cuffs on the side of the table. 

Dean leans over my head and smirks. “You said you could do it blindfolded and with your hands tied, let’s see just how right you are, beautiful,” he says with a dark smile as he lifts my head and ties a blindfold around my head, covering my eyes and casting me into darkness. 

My breathing heavies as I feel their hands over my body, and I let out a sharp gasp as I feel one of them cut my shorts and top off of me. Another pair of big, strong hands cups my breasts and pinches my nipples. “Who is that?” I hear Dean ask. 

“Sammy,” I answer in a breathy moan as he pinches my nipples harder. 

“Good girl,” Sam answers this time. He kisses down my neck, and I tilt my head to give him more access as he sucks a hickey onto my neck.  

Both of their hands leave me, but I can hear their belts unbuckle and the shifting sound of denim and a soft ‘clink’ as their belts hit the floor. 

“Fuck you look so good like this, “Dean breathes heavily. “Spread out for us like our own personal sacrifice on an altar.” I feel his hands spread my thighs and the stubble of his beard on the inner parts of my thighs as his tongue dips out and licks between my folds, making me moan. “And sweet as fucking sin.” 

“Dean,” I moan softly as his tongue licks painfully slow circles around my clit, making my back arch off of the table. 

“Good guess, baby. But I gave it to you,” Dean taunts as I feel his tongue leave my needy clit and his hands leave my thighs. But who is this?” he asks as I feel the head of a cock press against my entrance and push inside. It’s long and impossibly thick as it stretches me, the pain slowly melting into pleasure as I adjust to his size. 

My neck arches as my head tips back. There are no hands on my body to give me any indicator of who it is, just a cock spearing me as he slams in entirely and pulls a long, loud moan from my throat. But I don’t need any hands. I know who it is. “S-Sammy,” I moan as I bite down on my bottom lip. 

A rough hand grips my throat suddenly as their lips brush against mine. “Are you sure about that?” Sam asks tauntingly, and suddenly, I’m not so sure. 

I moan again as hands land on my hips, and he thrusts into me harder with a grunt. Thrusting in and out harder and faster. “Fuck, y-yes, no, wait-” 

A finger lands on my clit and rubs it in the way Dean always does, slowly and roughly. Shit, maybe it’s Dean. “Last chance,” Dean warns. 

I decide to go with my guts, which are currently being rearranged by whoever is fucking me. “It’s Sam,” I moan. “I’m sure.” 

“Good job,” Dean praises as his hand replaces Sam’s and he pulls down my lower lip, tilting my head toward him. “Now open that pretty mouth and suck my cock like the filthy little slut you are for us.” 

I open my mouth, dipping out my tongue as the knot inside of me tightens, and I clench my hands in fists above my head. I taste the salty pre-cum on Dean’s cock as he slides it into my mouth with a groan, his hand gripping my hair and forcing me to take more of him as he thrusts into my throat.

I feel Sam’s fingers dig into my hips, definitely leaving bruises in their wake as he moans and slams into me harder. “Fuck, yes. Fuck her throat, Dean,” he moans. 

I hear Dean chuckle as he thrusts in my throat to the hilt. “You like that, Sammy?” 

I hear Sam moan in approval as one of his hands leaves my hips and lands on my throat. “Fuck, I can feel you cock in her throat,” he mewls. 

“Fuck,” Dean moans. “Grip it tighter, Sammy. Grip my cock through her throat like a good little boy.”

I focus on breathing through my nose as my orgasm comes to the brink, threatening to pull me over the edge. I moan around Dean’s cock as my eyes roll back under the blindfold, I can barely breathe, and I’m starting to see stars, but they know how much I love it. My legs begin to shake as I feel both of their cocks twitch. They’re just as close as I am. I clench my walls around Sam’s cock and swallow around Dean’s just how they love, and they moan loudly as they spill themselves inside of me, and we fall off of the edge together. 

Once our breathing settles, Dean removes the blindfold from my eyes, and they squint at the sudden invasion of light. “Guess you get to drive, baby,” Dean jokes with a wink. 

I moan contently as Sam uncuffs my hands and lifts me in his arms gently. “First, you need a shower,” Sam says, kissing the side of my head. 

“And here I thought you didn’t have a soul,” Dean quips as we walk out of the interrogation room and into the bathroom together. 

“Just because I lost my soul doesn’t mean I lost my manners. You should know,” Sam quips back as Dean starts the shower. 

“Keep that energy up, and I’ll show you just how much of a demon I am when I bend you over and force you to lick your cum from her pussy while I take your ass,” Dean warns.

Sam chuckles and kisses Dean as we all get into the shower. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

[fandom-hoarder]

For real. I was watching that first gif several times, where Soulless calls Sam gawky, and Soulless' physicality right there is so the opposite of gawky in comparison. Big and predatory and not ashamed to take up space; proud of his control and what his body can do!

I’m dreaming. And someone just won a copy of the home game. We’re inside your grapefruit, Sam. Son, you’ve been juiced.

[destielsoulmatebang]

Nouveau Novaks

During a chance meeting Dean Winchester meets his soulmate in the form of the handsome veterinarian Castiel Novak at the cafe run by Cas’ brother Gabriel. Gabe has been trying for months to set the two men up but both were adamant that they were waiting to meet their soulmate. The soulmark on each of their wrists activate and become not only visible but begin to glow - a rare sign of true, unbreakable soulmates.

As the two men get to know one another better and meet each other’s family, it becomes clear that Dean’s manipulative and jealous brother Sam is less than thrilled at the pairing, thinking that he would be a better match for Castiel and the prestigious Novak family. Meanwhile, the Novaks welcome Dean with open arms and are willing to defend him and his relationship with Castiel.

How far will the Novaks have to go to put an end to Sam’s interference?

Will Dean finally get the family he deserves - one that sees and accepts him fully and appreciates all that he has sacrificed for others - and have his happily ever after at last.

Rating: Teen and Up

Tags: Dean Winchester/Castiel, Gabriel, Naomi, Sam Winchester, Soulless Sam, Soulmates, Soulmarks, Engagement party, Michael, Lucifer, Ellen, Bobby, Claire, happy ending

Coming October 19, brought to you by @destielsoulmatebang, @ravenfuchs, and @reelnaturalfreak!

[holyfreaks]

this might be rlly vague but could u share some of ur thoughts/hcs on the samulet? <3

hmm well I think it was a mistake for dean to get rid of it from an audience perspective. but I do appreciate that they addressed that later in s10 I think where he says I don't need a symbol for how I feel about my brother..... but at the same time, throwing it in the trash is such a symbol too ya know?

I think dean regretted it immensely, especially after sam went into the cage. and I think his whole worldview flipped upside down when he realized that sam grabbed it and kept it after all those years, all the mistakes, all the fights. I think he saw his relationship to his brother in a brighter light

and sam deciding to keep it for reasons unknown (to my knowledge I don't think he addressed why he kept it ? but correct me if im wrong)..... like UGH my heart !!!!!! thinking about sam keeping it when he was soulless, and when dean was angry with him about purgatory, and when dean tricked him into getting possessed..... he still kept it throughout all of that. still held onto it.

those are my general thoughts <3 just. OUGH. emotions

[kawaiijohn]

Danny wakes up in PMMM and wants to murder the weird God cat that's bothering the kids

Ok I wanna write this

"Get back here you rat!"

The white rabbit-cat thing dodges another three of Danny's ecto rays as he races through the back halls of a mall under construction. He has no idea where he is, only that the thing he's chasing is bad news.

It has eyes not unlike the Observants, and a voice laced with double meanings. Danny didn't appreciate it staring into his soul- his Core, as though it could sense it.

The creature keeps running for its life, able to appear in places it shouldn't be near before Danny can strike it. The strange ring-like structures around its long ears seem to ring strangely when his blasts whiff the beast.

The short chase comes to an end when he hits a dead end. He skids to a stop, panting- somehow unable to summon his ghost form after the portal tossed him here. He's shocked he can even call upon any of his powers, stranger that the only one he can access are his ecto blasts. But it's not completely shocking- places outside of Amity tend to be less forgiving with their low ambient ectoplasm levels. The halls are dark, ominous- there's a tension in the air not unlike a ghost attack waiting to happen.

He doesn't like it.

Danny uses a ball of ectoplasm as a flashlight as he creeps through the more chained-off sections of the mall, a tingle creeping up his spine. He wants explanations, and the creature knows something- it has to with how it stares into Danny's soul. It's the only lead he has, and he's too stubborn to give up on it.

"You know, you would make an incredible magia- all it would take is making a contract with me."

Danny nearly screams as he whips around. The strange creature sits perched, not unlike a cat, on a construction barrier directly behind him. Its eyes stare once again into his soul, digging into his very essence. Danny's eyes dart around the dark, trying to find anything to use to his advantage. He comes up empty handed, so he does what he knows, and stands his ground.

Intimidation it is.

"I'm not stupid enough to do something for a creature that really shouldn't be able to talk. Especially if it involves contracts." Thank the Ancients Sam had a phase where she obsessed over Faustian tales and fae folklore. That and his firsthand experience with Desiree. Be careful what you wish for, and all that.

"You do seem to be someone who has had dealings before. You are one step away from being a Magia, after all." The creature appears directly next to him on a pile of equipment and grooms itself with a paw. "It would be rather easy on both our ends to embrace your full potential. All you would need to do is Wish for something- anything you desire. And you'd finish becoming what you were meant to be- a Magia."

Danny starts, jumping back with his hand glowing. He hadn't heard it approach.

"Jokes on you- I know how wishes work!" he exclaims, taking a fighting stance. "No matter what, you'd twist it into the opposite of what I want, and I'm not gonna fall for it." The ecto energy crackles in his palm, anxiety at being stared at by those beady, soulless eyes gathers in the back of his throat like acrid lightning. Or like the nerves before a test.

Danny bristles as the creature pads up to him from its perch and tilts its head.

"Interesting- although you have no contract written binding your soul, you are somehow more like magia than human. Tell me, Daniel Fenton, did you receive anything in return for the sacrifice you've made? Do you have a reason to fight the Witches wherever you hail from? Or were you granted this terrible responsibility without fair compensation- no benefit to your life for the amount of magic you expend fighting."

Danny stills and shudders, still unable to force a transformation in the low ectoplasmic atmosphere of this place.

"I simply wanted to offer my services. To help you fight, for protection- to make you feel... whole. Tell me," it looks once again into Danny's soul, unblinking, "Are you aware of how close you have wandered to a truly Hopeless being's lair?"

The walls around him shimmer with unreality, he can hear whispers of a bastardized, corrupted form of Ghost Speak echoing in his head. It physically pains him to listen. He slams his hands over his ears to drown out the noise, but it tickles the back of his brain, makes the space behind his eyes itch. His Core pulses in warning as the room shifts as though it were underwater.

"What is this?!? What are you doing?!"

"Nothing. The culprit to this disturbance is a Witch- a creature made of the despair that lives in the darkness of humanity. A being that wishes to spread misery and corruption upon the innocent." its eyes remain staring at him. "With how you are now- incomplete in your form, you will not survive should you be pulled in to this labyrinth you have wandered near."

Danny looks up from where he'd ducked his head. His Core pulses again. Whatever this thing messing with his mind is, it's similar to a ghost- but wrong. Corrupted. Evil. And yet... sad. He steels his face and glares back at the creature.

"Witches are creatures of pure darkness, they cause unexplained suicides, death, sickness, catastrophe. You are simply unable to unleash your full potential in your current form, but if you make a wish, sign a contract- you would be unstoppable."

"I don't need to be unstoppable. I can handle... whatever this witch thing is without your help- and it's not like I plan on getting caught in a labyrinth. I'd rather not fight another Minotaur."

Danny begins to walk away from the shimmering spots, but can't find the way he came. The chains hanging from the ceiling whisper with anguish.

The creature continues to follow with its blank expression.

"Suit yourself, Daniel Fenton. My services are only a call away. You'd be surprised how amicable I am to those who change their mind last minute- in fact, we encourage it."

And with that, the creature leaves.

Danny clamps his hands over his ears again. The padding of his sneakers through the endless maze of mall construction echoes hollowly through the otherwise silent back halls. "Sam would be pumped to find out the backrooms are real." He laughs joylessly. Danny has no idea how long he's been wandering, but he knows he's not lost. The mall is shifting around him as he wanders, and he knows he's being watched.

He scratches at his wrist idly.

It had started itching, right over his death scar, about fifteen minutes ago. The whispers make it itch more, and he grumbles. He's getting frustrated- usually by now the ghost watching him would have jumped out and attacked, but whatever the thing watching him is (the witch thingy most likely) is biding its time to piss him off.

Another wave of empty emotions waft over him from a doorway that wasn't there the last time he circled this very hallway. His wrist itches more before suddenly burning as though electricity shocked him once again. He looks down and gasps at the strange butterfly marking that's appeared on his wrist, just as his hand reaches for the door of its own volition.

Danny seethes as his body disobeys him, but is brought to stunned silence when the door opens, sending the hallway it leads to flying towards him. The next doorway barrels at him, and he closes his eyes to brace for the impact before it opens as well.

Again and again doors race forward and open, before he finds himself in a domed garden of brambles and roses.

Danny feels his Core lurch as the mark on his arm burns brightly before fading.

"That was weird..." he whispers to himself. He only takes a few moments looking around before finding a rock made of paper to hide behind. The inner sanctum of this Ancients forsaken Labyrinth is enormous- everything looks as though its made of collage paper and watercolor. There's a large chaise lounge in the center of the room, surrounded by strange creatures shaped like dandelions with mustaches.

"Okay that's even weirder..."

The dandelion beings pass roses between them, piling them on and around the lounge in the center of the room. The lighting overhead in the glass dome is dim, but it seems to be getting brighter- the light itself pinpointing on something resting on the chaise.

Danny's entire being revolts as he looks upon the strange black jewel. The bottom is needle thin, resting on a soft silk pillow without making nary a dent. A strange flash of light bursts from it- pure black as void and cold to the touch. It begins to break, forming into a disfigured shape. The shadow it becomes undulates and pulses, growing more and more gargantuan as it explodes from the jewel with a shattering scream of terror.

Danny feels his eyes involuntarily water, the tears falling freely down his cheeks as the jewel produces something similar to a Death Echo, forming into a being made of rose bushes, butterflies, and pure sorrow.

Danny witnesses the birth of something horrifying and his Core screams at him to run. This thing is dangerous, it's dangerous and wrong and will be his End. He stands to leave, but finds his legs unable to move. He struggles, panicked.

Roses appear from nothing as they quickly morph into black tendrils and ensnare him. He's lofted up, up, up to the Thing's- the Witch's 'face'. A corrupt butterfly stares back at him and howls. Danny shrieks in response, summoning an ecto ray in defense. He blasts the witch in its 'chest'. It doesn't appreciate this much, tossing him to the ground.

He shoots another few blasts at it as he falls, smirk on his face through the panic. But without access to his flight or intangibility, he plummets to the brambles below.

Danny forgets he can't summon his ghost form here. He remembers too late that his human form can't handle as much as his ghost form.

"Shit-"

"Oh so now you show up again."

Danny sits up from where his body crumpled. Thankfully, he only has a broken arm and a ton of scratches to show for it, having landed mostly in a fucked up rosebush.

"Have you given my offer more thought?" the rabbit-thing asks from its perch behind him.

"Sorry, I was too busy being jumped by a plant from my worst nightmares to think about wishing for a million bucks or whatever." Danny rolls his eyes, trying to hide the terror in his shaking body. "Seriously, do you have anything better to do than stalk me?"

"You are in no real position to ask this many questions, Daniel Fenton. This witch will kill you and devour you, and not necessarily in that order. It would be beneficial on both our ends for you to sign a contract with me."

Danny hates how right this little shit cat is. Without access to most of his powers, he's practically useless against a monster this large. And if he's useless he can't defeat, let alone escape. Not to think about what this thing will do to innocent mall-goers should it get bored of eating his corpse or whatever.

He shudders.

"They say dealing with the devil never goes well." he responds to the creature. "Although it's kind of a dick move, waiting to prey on me at my lowest point."

The creature stares at him with its infuriatingly neutral 'cute' expression. "Oh but I'm no devil. You may call me Kyubey. I am simply the familiar to all magical girls- in your case, magia. A contract with me would grant you the power to take on this witch, to embrace the potential you've already started to accumulate."

The witch watches angrily in the background, trying to seek him out amongst the brambles. Danny shudders.

"You keep mentioning potential. The hell does that mean?"

Kyubey stares at his soul with its vacant, beady eyes. "Never before have we seen someone manifest their own magic without a contract. It should be an impossibility! Bringing you to full potential could make you one of the strongest magia of all time. You could wish for nearly anything, and your potential would grant it!"

He considers it for a second as he hears the chains above them shaking. The noise blends in with the cacophonous whispers of dread.

"I..." Danny starts, another question on his lips before he feels the tug of magic on his Core, the sense of gears and hourglasses gripping everything around him. His head slowly turns as everything is frozen in place.

He blinks.

Kyubey's form fills with holes as the sound of gunfire reaches his ears.

Time resumes.

Kyubey's corpse collapses before him in a puddle of red and white viscera.

Danny screams, and the witch roars.

It wasn't supposed to happen this way.

In the near one hundred times she's done this month long song and dance, these back halls have only ever been occupied by four creatures. Herself, Miki, Kaname, and the Incubator.

So why is it there's a new presence? Why is Kyubey stalking a foreigner through the halls?

Never mind that.

She cannot fail. Her mission is clear, and she's once again ready to strike when Kyubey inevitably finds Madoka again, as it always does when this mall trip comes to pass.

Homura finds her patience wavering- it should have made its move on Madoka by now, but for some reason it's focused on a boy who clearly has no idea where he is or what he's doing. An anomaly in all these repeated timelines who won't even be able to see the incubator stalking him. She shouldn't waste her time following, but as soon as she loses sight of the damned incubator it'll strike. With her luck, it will snare Madoka in its claws in five minutes or less if she loses her nerve.

So she follows, shield in hand and ready to pounce.

It doesn't take too much longer for something to happen.

The boy, impossibly, sees Kyubey approach. Even more impossibly, he hits it with green fire when it asks for a contract. Her trigger finger itches, but it lacks a pistol for the moment.

Homura has no idea what to expect, but she did not expect for the boy to start threatening Kyubey, the same green magic being shot at it while in a fully human guise. Even stranger, the boy doesn't have any sort of indication that he's a magical gir- no a magia. He'd be a magia, she realizes.

Homura continues to follow the boy, long after Kyubey 'gives up'. With how he ignorantly walked right into a hatching witch's lair- Gertrude, one of the weaker witches to encounter she muses to herself- she doubts he's any sort of magia himself. Yet. Especially with how Kyubey is pursuing him. She wonders if this means Kyubey will leave Madoka alone for a while, with the boy catching its attention.

However, hive minded creatures can be everywhere at once.

Homura's momentary distraction causes her to stumble when a wall juts up from the floor beneath her. She curses when the labyrinth opens fully, separating herself and the boy she's investigating. There must be a reason he's shown up this loop, with how he can manipulate magic without a contract. There might even be the possibility he can help save Madoka this time, but she won't get her hopes up too high. Allies are far and few in between with how callous she must be to survive, and she doubts a normal looking foreign boy will put up with her aloof and cruel facade.

She fights her way through the labyrinth, using her magic to track the inner sanctum just as the boy witnesses the birth of a witch. There's no way he's a magia- not if he's reacting in enough fear to chill the room. No seasoned, or even new magia would dare show so much fear towards a witch. Not this openly.

Homura readies her gun as the boy is lofted in the air, almost too quickly for her to interfere.

Time pauses and he blasts the witch with his strange magic.

Wait.

How...?

Homura's brow furrows in distrust.

How is this-

Time resumes.

The blasts hit. The witch shrieks.

Homura is not close enough. She is not fast enough.

She is too surprised to stop time again.

And the boy falls.

Kyubey is a bastard. This is a fact.

The amount of times Homura has seen it approach Madoka or her friends at their lowest is astronomical, so she's not at all surprised to see it approach the boy after he takes what should have been a deadly fall. She's glad she's seen so much brutality in her short yet too long life- the sound of crunching bones is much easier to handle this way.

She wonders why Kyubey is being so persistent, but even more so, she needs to know how he was able to nullify her time stop, or at least how he was able to continue to move somewhat. She doesn't appreciate unknown variables, let alone ones that can be a threat to her mission. So she listens in- masking her presence best as she can from the Incubator.

"Oh but I'm no devil. You may call me Kyubey. I am simply the familiar to all magical girls- in your case, magia. A contract with me would grant you the power to take on this witch, to embrace the potential you've already started to accumulate."

Homura rolls her eyes. The Incubator might not look like a devil, but it is one she knows deeply.

"You keep mentioning potential. The hell does that mean?"

Homura prepares one of her more efficient guns, not liking the tone of the Incubator, nor the nervous panic in the boy's shoulders. Potential is power as a magical girl. The more potential, the stronger the magic and the more terrifying the witch. She reaches out to try feeling for the threads of potential surrounding the boy, shuddering as she does. Her eyes widen in surprise when it whispers the same tune as her own abilities- Time, but something more, something Other.

A possible ally, if she plays her cards right.

"Never before have we seen someone manifest their own magic without a contract. It should be an impossibility! Bringing you to full potential could make you one of the strongest magia of all time. You could wish for nearly anything, and your potential would grant it!"

Homura jolts to awareness then and there. The boy's eyes look resigned, his shoulders slump. He's going to do it- and she doesn't quite want to deal with either a new magia or witch with her mission on the line.

"I..."

Her decision is made. She winds up her shield and freezes everything as her gun unleashes a barrage of ammo at the Incubator.

Satisfied with the gored mess of the creature, she approaches the boy with a toss of her hair to soothe her nerves.

She's not surprised his eyes follow her despite the frozen time.

So she releases her hold on it and watches as he takes a shuddering breath and Kyubey's corpse collapses between them.

"You should not be here."

Danny snorts in response. "Believe me, I wouldn't be here even if I wanted to."

[wendibird]

Oh, I get it, and it's a very good and valid point to make! I just think a lot of us have Soulless!Sam brainrot to the point where he's always going to get our engines going, you know?

But yes, it is fascinating the way Sam engages with sexuality at times.

Corporate needs you to find the difference between these two pictures.