yes you do sam

anonymous asked:

Who do you think is going to replace Gabriella in the GOALS squad now?

As it is, we’re not exactly advertising. Especially not while there’s still potentially a murderer among us. That’s not really how we work. 

Uh…What Lily said. I’m entirely separate from that so it’s not my place to comment.

gnomer-denois  asked:

Imagine Anxiety reading Discworld (or Logan tell him about them) and the Tiffany Aching books tell him how important second and third thoughts are. And he's like "That's me, that's my job. I'm the second and third thoughts." But he still claims to identify with Death the most. Meanwhile Morality is nose deep in the Night Watch books "Yes, Sam Vines, you do have to listen to your feet!"

i never read it but this sounds sweet !

03.17.17 (19:13)

I hate it when we sit down to eat and neither one of us says a word. I get it, yes I snapped at you but I apologized and still you said nothing. You have to understand that I feel like your punishing me for my past when you weren’t even a part of it. You don’t have any idea what position I was in. Yes I guess I do that to you whenever Sam is brought up but you didn’t do what you did before you met me. You lied and cheated while you were with me.

Yes, I do, I believe
That one day I will be
Where I was right there
Right next to you

And it’s hard
The days just seem so dark
The moon and the stars
Are nothing without you

Your touch, your skin
Where do I begin?
No words can explain
The way I’m missing you

Deny this emptiness
This hole that I’m inside
These tears
They tell their own story

Told me not to cry when you were gone
But the feeling’s overwhelming, it’s much too strong

Can I lay by your side?
Next to you, you
And make sure you’re alright
I’ll take care of you
I don’t want to be here if I can’t be with you tonight

I’m reaching out to you
Can you hear my call?
This hurt that I’ve been through
I’m missing you, missing you like crazy

You told me not to cry when you were gone
But the feeling’s overwhelming, it’s much too strong

Can I lay by your side?
Next to you, you
And make sure you’re alright
I’ll take care of you
I don’t want to be here if I can’t be with you tonight

Lay me down tonight
Lay me by your side
Lay me down tonight
Lay me by your side
Can I lay by your side?
Next to you

—  Lay Me Down- Sam Smith
Loving the rain

Pairing: Sam x reader.

Type: Drabble.

Word count: 992

„Something tells me it’s raining outside.“, Sam chuckled, leaning back on his chair as he observed me.

I had just came in, my shoes squeaking as I angrily stomped down the stairs, leaving a wet trail in the form of my footprints. My clothes were soaked through and along with my hair, still dripping drops of water as I made my way to Sam, who was sitting on the table with a book wide open in front of him.

Glaring at him, I stopped near the table and he grinned.

„I thought you love rain?“ Sam mused.

„Yes, I do.“, I replied bitterly. „But not when I have to go outside in the middle of a downpour and listen Dean nag the whole way about his damp car seats!“

Sam laughed, even throwing his head back. Usually, my heart would race at the mere sight of his amused expression, with the corners of his mouth tilted upwards and his perfect teeth showing. But it will have to take a lot more to warm up my mood right now.

„Where is he now?“ his eyebrow quirked.

„Wiping off his dearest Baby, of course.“, I rolled my eyes and proceeded to walk towards the hall, so I could get to my room and have a long, hot shower and then-

„Fuck!“ I exclaimed and then sighed, remembering my shower is out of order.

I didn’t realize Sam was so close behind until he spoke. „What is it now?“

„My shower doesn’t work.“, I explained in a whining, but rather exhausted tone, while turning around and raising my head a little to look at him.

„No problem.“, he shrugged and walked in front of me, motioning for me to follow. „You can use the shower in my bedroom.“

I was a little surprised by the offer, but let him guide to his room nevertheless. I’ve never actually been to his room, since I’ve been staying with the Winchesters only for a couple of days until we solve a common case. The guest room was better than the crappy motels in the area, so they invited me over to the bunker.

Well, one of the things that I should pay attention to if I ever hunt with the brothers again; bring more clothes. I had two jeans and two shirts with me and they were now either wet or muddy.

Once I entered his room, I immediately thought how well the decoration fit him. Everything was in order, minimal and practical. Sam gestured towards the bathroom and I hurried in.

„Towels are in the drawer under the sink.“, Sam smiled and exited his room, respecting my privacy and leaving me alone while I shower.

But, by the time I got out, my body wrapped in a towel while my wet and now clean hair was falling down over my shoulders, he was in his room again. He held a few articles of clothing in his arms, neatly folded.

„I got you clean clothes.“, he smiled, his gaze quickly lowering and glancing down my almost naked body.. „I went to get yours, but they were filthy.“

I smiled. „Thank you, Sam. That’s really thoughtful.“

„As for the underwear…“, he spoke awkwardly, but then sniggered. „Maybe I should ask Dean if he could borrow you any panties.“

A laugh escaped my mouth. „Maybe you should.“

„Uh…“, his eyes trailed over my body again. „I’ll leave you to dress.“

He turned around, leaving the room again, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. Sometimes, he was so dorky and awkward, it was hard to imagine he was a strong, badass hunter who’s job is saving the whole wide world along with his brother. It was adorable, actually. That’s one of the main things it made me fall in love with him. And his humor. Dean was the cheeky one, but Sam cracked jokes that were able to make me laugh harder than I thought possible.

In a rush, I put on the clothes he gave me.

They were his, which made this situation a whole lot better.

I had to tighten the waist band around the sweatpants and one of the smallest shirts he could find was still too loose fitted for me, but I absolutely adored it.

With one last curious look around the room, I opened the doors and saw him leaned on the opposite wall, waiting.

„Thanks, Sam. I appreciate this.“, I grinned, showing him how the clothes looked on me, with the sleeves covering my hands and fingers completely.

„This looks good on you.“, he chuckled, standing up and coming a bit closer.

„Not better than on you.“, I winked at with that, walked down the hallway in the direction of my room.

Sam called my name after a mere few seconds and I stopped. He was now peeking from his room, only his head and half of his torso showing.

„I was just about to watch a movie. Wanna tag along?“

I shrugged. „Sure. What are we watching?“

In a few steps I was back in his room again. While he was setting up everything and getting the snacks, I simply got comfortable on his bed and waited. My bones were still a bit chilly, despite the hot, soothing shower, so I was shaking a bit when we started to watch the movie.

„Are you cold?“ Sam noticed, of course.

„A bit.“, I hid my hands in the long sleeves of his shirt again.

„C'mere.“, he spread his arms and grinned.

„Are you asking me to cuddle with you?“

„Maybe I am.“, his dimples were showing. „But, you know… Only because of heat reasons.“

„You little flirt.“, I laughed slightly, moving closer to him and into his arms.

My head was now resting on his torso, our arms around each other.

„So, is it working yet?“ Sam asked in a low voice, a bit unsure.

„Oh, it’s working alright.“, I smiled and he chuckled.


Angels Aren’t Real

Title: Angels Aren’t Real

 Prompt: @joannesblack: Hi, could you write a story where the reader is a hunter and a friend of the Winchesters but denies existence of angels, so they introduce Gabriel to her? Please? Thanks! JSB

 Pairing: Gabriel x Friend!Reader

 Summary: Dean is determined to convince you that angels are real…why else would he call in Gabriel?  

 Warnings: Slight violence


Originally posted by spnfans

“Angels don’t exist!”  You said with a laugh.  You always enjoyed spending time with Sam and Dean Winchester, they were like the brothers you never had.  The three of you would drink and have a few laughs, maybe do a hunt or two together, good times.

“Yes, they do!” Dean exclaimed quickly.  “You know what, I’ll prove it!”  Sam laughed as Dean dramatically cleared his throat.  “I pray to Castiel, angel of the lord, really, a real angel, wings and all…”

“Get on with it, you dork!”  You gave Dean a playful shove as you rolled your eyes.  You had to hand it to him, he was going all out for a little joke.

“Yea, Cas. We need you for a sec.  Could you pop in?”  

You glanced around the bar, seeing if there were any new faces.  “Wow, you showed me…”

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Dean: I  swear Castiel only sees me as a friend

Sam: Really you sure about that?

Dean: Yes! What do I do?

Sam:  *smirks* I know

Dean:  oh no…

Sam:  *slams hands on table* 


Castiel:  *busts through wall* 


Gabriel: *jumps out from behind the bushes*

Gabriel: *high fives Sam*

After School Special - Part 3

Word Count: 2461

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language, spn stuff

A/N: 3 updates in one day…I know, right!

Series Rewrite Masterlist 

You sat between Sam and Dean in Mr. McGregor’s living room, fidgeting just a bit. Dean put his hand on your knee in a futile attempt to stop it from bouncing up and down while you questioned the man. “So…you were friends with Dirk?” Mr. McGregor asked. You averted your gaze to the floor, letting Sam do the talking for you.

“Yes, sir.” Sam answered. “In high school.”

“I don’t recall Dirk having many friends at Truman.” Mr. McGregor leaned back in his chair and looked at the three of you with slight shock on his face.

“When did…” Dean looked at you and cleared his throat, “uh…when did Dirk pass?”

“He was 18.” Mr. McGregor said, voice breaking. “First there was the drinking, then drugs, and then too many drugs…and then he just slipped through my fingers.” He choked back tears. “It was my fault. I should have seen it coming, you know? Dirk…he had his troubles.”

“What kind of troubles?” You questioned, finally finding your voice.

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“You know Y/N, he is doing this on purpose.” Sam told you as your fists clenched.

“I know, and he knows it is working too.” You said as Dean looked at you with a slight smirk.

You rolled your eyes over dramatically the second time he looked at you, causing him to chuckle slightly as he continued talking to the girl.

“God I hate him.”

I Thought You Were Different (Part 35-FINAL CHAPTER) (Avengers x reader)

It’s been a great run guys, and I can’t thank you enough for the support with this story!

Part 34

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