#witchsambingo

[kirathehyrulian]

🔮Witch!Sam Bingo🔮 🚘🐺Friday Drive🐺🚘

(Please do not edit/alter. Feel free to reblog, but please do not repost. At the very least please give me credit.)

Square Filled: wolf!familiar Event: @witchsambingo​

For more art from me please check out my “myart” tag here on Tumblr. 👇(Art Notes and sketch below the cut) 👇  

Art Notes: I finally finished my first square for the Witch!Sam Bingo!�� I’ve been trying to do that for a year now, but I couldn’t settle on an idea for any of the squares. Finally, last month I had sketched out this on cardstock paper, thinking I should try again at another traditional ink and marker drawing:

And I like where this sketch was heading. I was like what’s not to love with mixing classical spn with witch!Sam elements? But, I knew I should just take it over to digital instead of risking me screwing up the inking process with traditional mediums. So I took a picture of it and traced, adjusted, and fixed stuff in Sai. But, it took me so long to get it all done because I kept procrastinating with it. I was just, for some reason, struggling to work on it. Eventually, when I got to the end of the shading and all of the lighting stages I mainly just slapped it all down just to get it done. I wanted to be finished. It’s been hard to art lately. I can get spurts of art in every once in a while but it is not reliable.

The background was an image of a cornfield I found on google that I took to Ps elements 15 to motion blur and change the coloration, lighting, and shading. I really could not be bothered to do a hand drawn background here. And tbh, I don’t think it would have turned out as well if I did. I’m actually pretty happy with how the background turned out.

I probably should have Gaussian blurred Dean but, I didn’t want to take the time. The me right now is satisfied enough with it.

References that I used for Sam and Dean: For Sam’s face I referenced a flipped 7x06. Sam and Dean’s outfits/body’s and inside of Baby I referred to both 1x02 and 1x05 where Sam and Dean are in the car. For the wolf I referenced two google images of an orange-ish wolf that I thought looked pretty. (One that was just a side profile of the head. The other a full body side profile)

I have no idea how to approach the other eight squares, but I’m hopeful that I’ll get some ideas eventually. It’s a lucky thing for me that the bingo decided to drop the deadline. Otherwise none of this would have happened.

But, for now I can at least cross one off the grid.

I didn’t really listen to anything specific for this....well I did keep relistening/rewatching electricmonk’s vid for a little bit towards the end so that kind of counts. Too gorgeous of a vid not to rec anyways.

And, I think that’s it. Enjoy, if you can!♥♥♥

[witchsambingo]

Welcome!

This is the proship Witch!Sam Bingo. We are not affiliated with the other samwitchbingo.

I’m here to serve Witch!Sam justice in a shippy, explicit, wholesome, whatever, just in a way where everyone feels welcome and appreciated. Non shippers, gen fans, shippers. 

Really, everyone. You can request a bingo card here - starting September 30th 2021! The event will run for a whole YEAR - but if you have something Witch!Sam-ish that you have to get out in the world on SAMhain (hee hee I like this), feel free to start creating whenever you want!

The first round will end August 31st 2022! 

Rules & Template under the cut!

Everyone is welcome.

To make it short:

Basic etiquette applies!

Do not harass or bully others over ships, takes, headcanons. 

If you're working on a fill for another seasonal event and it happens to sync with one of our prompts, we'd be happy to have it!

UPDATED!! If you have the maximum sized card of 5x5 squares, you can maximum combine three fills. The 3x3 and 4x4 cards have a different rule - please only combine up to two squares! 

Goal of the bingo is to produce as much witchy Sam content as possible, it’s not a competetion against each other to fill as many squares as possible in ONE fic. There’s no trophy to win except the love, appreciation and mindless keysmashing of your fellow fans. :)

Your fic should have a minimum length of 300 words -> a drabble-ish length. There’s no maximum!

Please only request one bingo card at a time. When you’re done with the first, you can apply for a second one.

If there’s something on your Bingo Card you feel uncomfortable about to write for whatever reason, get in touch with me. (jackandthesoulmates[at]gmail.com or here)

Please tag with common sense; AO3 warnings should be used. 

Reblogging your fellow Bingo player’s creations is encouraged!

Use the tags #witchsambingo or #witchsamisforeveryone to be seen.

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Happy Creating Everyone. 

Love,

[hotgirlsummersam]

your blood's gone bad: songs for boy kings

I bleed applause, I'm fading slow Alone, distraught, without control Believe there's freedom, took my soul I'll burn your ship alive and take the throne

I'm using this Boy King of Hell Sammy-inspired playlist as a fill for the boyking!Sam square on my @witchsambingo card, as well as for my @spnkinkbingo free space.

Warnings: some explicit language, sexy undertones here and there, dark themes throughout.

Listen HERE on Spotify. 🔥😈🔥

(there's a moodboard if you're into that.)

[raidens-realm]

For @spncoldesthits January 2022

Title: ωιтнσυт α ѕтιт¢н

Author: raidensrealm 

Rating: Teen

Pairing: None

Characters: Sam, Dean, Eldritch Bunker

Word count: 2,159

Warnings: None Apply

@witchsambingo square filled: Naked Swimming

@deanandsambingo square filled: Voyeurism

@howbadcanitbebingo square filled: Where Did That Come From?

Summary: While Dean's on a hunt, Sam stays behind with a cold. The Bunker seems bent on ridding him of far more than a virus and only when he gets the situation under control does he begin to glean it's true intent.

[quickreaver]

For @spnovember and @witchsambingo 2k, mini-MotW, gen, for the prompts “buried (secrets)” and “blood magic” When the hurly-burly’s done, when the battle’s lost and won ... which witch is which? On AO3

[catnipster69]

fic: Sam Teaches Dean How to "Meditate"

Sam Teaches Dean How to "Meditate" Published: 2021-11-2 Words: 4184 Chapters: 1/1 by catnipster

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Supernatural Relationship: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester Additional Tags: Sex Pollen, Domestic Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Men of Letters Bunker (Supernatural), First Time, Masturbation, Top Dean Winchester, Bottom Sam Winchester, Coming Untouched Language: English Collections: SPNovember Prompt Fest 2021, WitchSamBingo

@witchsambingo squares:  Sam/Dean, Chi Play, Solitary (other squares that could fit, but limited to 3: Sex Magic, Dean) @spnovember day 2: Witchcraft and Wonder

Summary:

Dean is feeling neglected; all Sam wants to do is "meditate" and read on his own. But what is this smoothie that Sam's always drinking?

[kickingitwithkirk]

For @witchsambingo

Bingo Square: Black cat familiar!Jack

*all images found online

[rpsocsandcanonohmy]

The Most Powerful Magic of All

Pairing: Gen Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester

Rating: Gen

Word Count: 1499

Warnings: Curses, Sickness, Attempted Healing, Magic Gone Wrong

Summary:  While on a hunt, Dean gets hit with a dangerous curse. Sam tries to cure him but things don't exactly go according to plan.

@anyfandomfluffbingo Square Filled: Nursed Back to Health

@witchsambingo Square Filled: Grimoire

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38645226

[samsexualdeancurious]

Blood

Author: samsexualdeancurious

Created for @witchsambingo and @spnovember

Rating: Mature

Ship(s): None

Warnings: Self-harm, blood

Additional tags: Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Sam Winchester

Summary: Sam resorts to desperate measures to keep Lucifer out of his dreams.

Wordcount: 783

Link to AO3

Prompts: Whump, "scars &/or sigils"

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Dean's not quite sure what he’s looking at but it doesn't look good.

"Dean," Sam gasps, staring up at him from where he's kneeling on the floor in front of the floor-length mirror on the backside of the closet door. He's trying to keep his voice calm, like rivulets of blood aren't sliding down his chest and dripping onto the motel towel clearly laid out across his lap to catch the mess. Like the panic and fear aren’t clearly visibly in his eyes. "You're back early."

"Bar was a dud," Dean says, closing the motel room door and turning the deadbolt. "Wanna tell me what's going on?"

Sam swallows hard, glancing down at his chest and the knife in his hand. "I- it's not what it looks like?"

"It looks like you're carving something into your skin."

Dean crouches down next to his brother and reaches out to grip one surprisingly delicate wrist in his hand. Sure enough, turning Sam towards the light reveals what Dean recognizes to be some kind of Enochian sigil. It’s circular and only partially complete, the unfinished bit carefully drawn with black marker, but he knows it immediately. Sam’s been wearing a talisman with the same symbol since they met up again after Dean’s trip to the future. He said it was something for protection, to keep Lucifer out of his head.

“Sam.” Dean keeps his voice as low and even as he can. Sam is pointedly avoiding his eyes. “Sammy. Look at me.”

Watery hazel-sunflower eyes meet his and Dean’s heart twists in his chest at the sight.

“Thought you said the talisman was working,” Dean says.

“I lied.”

Sam’s voice is so soft, so broken, and fuck. Dean should have realized. He should have noticed.

Dean slides his hand over Sam’s and tries to uncurl those long fingers from the knife but Sam’s grip just tightens.

“Give me the knife, Sam.”

“No. I have to - it has to be me. I have to complete it.”

“You don’t have to do anything.” Dean tugs at Sam’s fingers again but they don’t budge. “We’ll call Cas, call Bobby. Something that doesn’t involve cutting yourself up.”

“Dean.” Sam is gazing up at him with a desperation that feels like the knife is in Dean’s chest. His knife-free hand reaches up to grab at the front of Dean’s jacket and Dean’s mind rushes back to that creepy haunted hotel, where Sam got drunk out of his mind and begged Dean to kill him. “Please. Let me finish this.”

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Dean groans and drops Sam’s knife hand in favor of covering the hand on his jacket. “Sam.”

“Please.”

God fucking dammit.

“Fine. Fine. But I’m staying here and I’m cleaning those up when you’re done.”

Sam nods, more than willing to agree to those conditions. Dean stands.

“I’m getting the first aid kit,” he says firmly. “Dunno why you didn’t already have that out.”

When he comes back, Sam is slowly dragging the tip of his knife along one of his marker lines. Dean winces but Sam’s hand is surprisingly steady.

“What even is it?” Dean asks, lowering himself to the floor beside Sam.

“The Sigil of Ameth.” Sam’s eyes meet Dean’s. “Cas gave it to me.”

“Cas tell you to do this?”

Sam shakes his head. “No, this was… this was me. The blood and it being on my body - it should give it more power.”

“Should?”

“Let me focus.”

Dean falls silent, watching his brother intently. Sam is completely silent as he focuses on getting the lines exactly perfect. It’s a super intricate sigil, with a lot of little details he has to get exactly right, and Dean’s amazed once again at Sam’s talent for these things.

They sit in absolute silence until Sam drops the knife with a groan. Dean reaches out to steady him with a hand splayed on his upper back. He feels the muscles flex beneath his fingers, clenching when he grabs the towel to wipe away most of the blood.

“I gotcha,” Dean murmurs. “Lemme take care of you.”

Sam nods and sits still while Dean checks the cuts. They’re deep - deep enough to scar, which was probably the point, but not deep enough to need stitches. Very carefully done. Thank god for Sam’s perfectionism.

Dean cleans the cuts thoroughly, still seated on the scratchy motel carpet, and covers the whole thing with a big bandage. He pats the other side of Sam’s chest, right over the tattoo they share.

“You could’ve said something to me,” he says.

“Would you have even let me start if I had?”

Okay. Sam has a point there. “Whatever. C’mon, let’s get you to bed.”

[mzkora]

“Weariness grew to hate, and hate to wrath...”

Fandom: Supernatural

Event: Witch!Sam Bingo @witchsambingo

Relationship: NONE

Rating: T for Teen

Prompt Fill(s): Castles/Ruins & Curses

Notes: Title is a quote from a poem entitled “The Serpent’s Head”. Shoutout to Hectatess from the Witch Sam Bingo Discord for being my beta for this prompt fill!

Summary: Sam goes on a hunt to free the ghosts of Lachlan Castle from the curse keeping them trapped.

Sam wandered down the corridor with his right arm out, the tips of his fingers skimming along the wall. The uneven stones buzzed, fizzing against his skin like an electric current. Clearly a warning to keep his distance. The walls themselves were soaked in malevolent magics. 

The curse hung in the air, poisoning the lungs. It seeped from the walls and windows like condensation. It lurked in the shadows and tried to trap the feet like quicksand. 

Castle Lachlan bore a curse, ancient and angry, down unto its very foundations. Or so the legend went and so far the lore held true. Sam had descended at least two stories underground and still had yet to reach the epicenter. He searched halls and corridors, slowly feeling his way towards the magical nexus that fueled the suffering of the spirits trapped within the castle walls and the horrors visited upon the living who dared trespass. Even the surrounding grounds were treacherous for the unwary.

But now underground, nearing the foundations of the castle, the stronger the sting prickling his fingertips. He kept on, slow and steady, his left hand still held in the Prana Mudra position. Above his two extended fingers floated a singular beam of light that lit his way. He reached the bottom of another flight of stairs and his light suddenly began to dim. The curse upon the castle trying to drain him of his vitality as it had so many others. 

This final corridor narrowed and straightened, leaving only one direction to go. Sam pulled his right hand away from the wall and shook out the burning ache in his fingers. Then with a series of single handed motions Sam silently cast a spell. He didn’t want to risk the stones hearing his intentions. He cycled through the ritual gestures the spell required, his dexterous fingers flowing quickly into the seven components of protection, ending with his right hand in the Karana Mudra position. 

His left hand light flared as the energy of his protection spell surrounded him in a web of shimmering lines like tree roots. The curse immediately reacted to his sudden brightness and his reinvigorated defenses. A wailing shriek echoed along the corridor, a growl from deep within the earth. Hungry and furious at being denied. 

Sam braced himself as an abrupt gust of wind pushed at him, threatening to yank him off his feet. The stench of grave dirt filled his nostrils. This was a place of death. Sam held his ground and pushed forward, fighting for each and every step he took. 

Eventually, he entered a small chamber, the original ritual space, and just like that the unnatural wind vanished, replaced with ghostly voices. Some he recognized from his earlier encounters upstairs, others he didn’t, but he refused to pay them any mind. They were but a distraction, a ploy to confuse and frighten him into lowering his guard.

The curse, however, had more in store for him. After all these centuries the curse was nearly sentient in itself. A wild animal fighting to the bitterest end. Out of the blue, pain erupted flashing from the soles of his feet up into his legs like claws tearing through him. Sam panted, sweat beading at his temples. He clenched his jaw and focused on his task while he burned, weaving a complex spell of gestures, the pain of the malignant magic gnawing at his gut. 

At last, Sam uttered but a single word and everything happened at once. Suddenly his perceptions expanded, his consciousness now coursing through the walls of the castle, the floors, the door and the battlements.

Souls of the castle’s victims caught the spark of his magic and joined in the scene, blazing like newborn stars until every corner was illuminated in the magic of the Light. Sam, his soul embedded in the frame of the castle and the foundations, uttered a spell without speaking, his magic working through the stones and the wood and his intention. His soul buoyed by his spell and the souls of the former victims, pushed the curse beyond its limits. With the power of his spirit and the strength of his spellwork he severed the dark magic that served as the curse’s lifeline, evicting the evil from the grounds.

The last thread snapped. 

With the final remnant of the curse purified, Sam freed the souls of the dead from the clutches of the castle. Souls like fireworks shot into the sky in all directions, ascending to Heaven in a great conflagration. Sam smiled, his joy seeping into the wood grains and rebounding off the walls like a voice. Slowly, his light diminished, his soul returning to his mortal form. No longer wood and stone and glass but flesh and blood and bone. 

He came-to on the floor of the ritual space enveloped in total darkness. He shuddered, his magic weak and his body shaking with the immensity of his spellwork. But he smiled, he laughed, breathless and quiet. For this darkness was a natural one, soft but neither welcoming nor standoffish. This was a darkness free from evil and malicious spells. This was just darkness. A peaceful darkness at the heart of Lachlan Castle.

[ncdover1285]

In a Cabin In the Woods

Title: In a Cabin In the Woods

Author: ncdover1285

Rated: T

Pairing: Sam/Jimmy, Dean/Cas, Jimmy/Cas, Sam/Dean, Cas/Dean/Jimmy/Sam, Sam/Cas/Jimmy

Word count: 1505

SPN Kink Bingo: Cas/Dean Jimmy/Sam

Witch!Sam Bingo: Cozy Coven, Fluffy Cuddling

Warnings: None Apply

Summary: Sam and Dean thought they were better off leaving the world behind. Going off into the forest to live off the land and practice their magic alone seemed like the best plan. They had never been so happy to be proven wrong in their life. Finding a set of twins they had so many things in common with was more than they could have ever hoped for. 

Link: AO3

[witchsambingo]

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[writethelifeyouwant]

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[catnipster69]

My fic “Sam Teaches Dean How to ‘Meditate’” just got 1000 hits! I’m so proud of my baby!