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guys i love them so much im actually losing my mind

#golden lovers #kota ibushi #kenny omega #wrestling

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We all know sam has an obsession with serial killers. Who's the most prolific serial killer sam knows ? Dean.

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#bruh???? #40%??????? #yall read smut like sam watches casa erotica #<<<<💀💀💀💀💀 #tumblr polls #sex polls

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sam has. helen of troy type pussy

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bUT IT WAS NOT YOUR FAULT BUT MINE

and it wAS YOUR HEART ON THE LINE

I REALLY FUCKED IT UP THIS TIME

didnt I MY Dear

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"I can fix him" "I can make him worse" OK well I can sit behind him and wrap my arms around his middle and comfortingly rock him side to side

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Another Sam song 🥺

#sam winchester #samweek2024 #songs that remind me of sam #Spotify

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^ is this all my followers

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#sam winchester #it's his stim

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Theyre putting biblical references in my wrestling now

#will ospreay #aew #all elite wrestling

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Sunset

||Benny Lafitte & Sam Winchester|| ||Sam Winchester & Dean Winchester|| ||Latinonatural|| ||Meet Cute|| ||Mexican Folklore|| For Day One of Sam Winchester Week (April 26th): Fusions: Your Culture @suncaptor @seasononesam

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Livestock had been going missing for a few months now. Goats and cows sucked dry, puncture marks covering the bodies.

At first locals had thought it was just a stray coyote. Or maybe a wolf. But Sam and Dean had talked to every local they could get ahold of, including the ones most people described as “not in their right minds”. Turns out a few people had made reports of seeing a humanoid-like creature with spines on its back and claws the size of kitchen knives on its hands and feet; but seeing as these people were either fruitcakes or coming from from the cantina, law enforcement had simply written these stories off.

“Chupacabra.” Sam finally says, after pouring over countless articles within the stuffy confines of their shared room. The owners of the place were stingy, so the only real thing keeping them from dying of heatstroke was a solitary fan set up on a rickety table. Dean looks up from where he’d been sprawled on one of the beds, sweat rolling down his tanned face. “Pardon?”

“Chupacabra.” Sam says again, wiping at his forehead with the back of his hand. “Literally translates to goat-sucker. The name comes from the animal's reported vampirism—it’s said to attack and drink the blood of livestock, including goats.” Sam watches as his brother flops back on the bed dramatically. “Blood sucking demon, great. How do we kill it?”

Sam looks back on his notes, shoulder-length hair sticking to the back and sides of his neck. “Fire, water, or sunlight.” He’s quiet suddenly, thinking back. “You remember those stories mom used to tell us when we were little? To keep us from going out at night?”

Dean snorts. “You mean how you wet your pants after hearing about La Llorona and refused to use the bathroom at night for a month?” Sam rolls his eyes, grumbling “I did not wet my pants.” But he does remember his mom telling him that story, and as a kid he’d thought it was just a tactic to keep them from wandering off. After she died though, he started to wonder….

“Sam, ¿estás bien?” He snaps out of his sudden trip down memory lane, looking up to see Dean staring at him, propped up on a few pillows. “Yeah, m’fine.” Dean huffs. “Whatever you say, weirdo. Since this thing doesn’t come out till dark I’m gonna catch some shut eye.” He looks pointedly at Sam as he flips over. “You should too.”

Yeah, and give the nightmares a chance to come out full force? Not happening. But nonetheless Sam nods, listening as his brothers breaths subtly even out, indicating he’s fallen asleep. He looks out the tattered curtains of the room, watching as the sun slowly sinks behind the horizon, casting the world in a warm, golden glow. Sam remembers being out in the open road, “Volver, Volver” playing on the crackling radio, nestled in the backseat of his Dad’s pickup that was more rust than red. Remembers how he used to look forward to the sunset everyday, because that’s when the world didn’t seem as scary.

God, he needed to get out of this room. Slowly and quietly, Sam gathers up his keys (forgoing the jacket, that’d be a death sentence) and heads out the door, towards where he didn’t know. Maybe he’d head down to the tiendita, he still had a few pesos left….anything to get out of that oven.

The streets are quiet as Sam walks, gravel and dirt crunching underneath his feet. The sky has turned an almost fiery red by now, the shadows cast by trees growing steadily darker. He’d almost missed doing this; quiet walks during sunset, where it felt as though there was no one else in the world but him. Couldn’t get that at Stanford.

Sam arrives at the corner store in less than four minutes, and the inside is blessedly cool, if not a little cramped; still comforting though, reminiscent of the stores his Dad used to bring him and Dean after hours on the road, buying them chips, mazapans (which he hated, they always left a mess on his pants), and any soda they wanted. He wanders around a bit, studying the selections, when a man’s voice suddenly pipes up from the front. “Hola, ¿puedo ayudarle a encontrar algo?”

Sam turns towards the man, deer in headlights despite not having done anything wrong. “I, uh…” Damn, his Spanish was rusty.

The man, sensing his floundering, smiles, not a hint of scorn found. “I just asked if you needed help with anything.” Sam smiles back, face slushed. “Ah no, just kinda killing time. It’s pretty hot, so…”

The man nods, still smiling as he folds his arms on the counter before him. “Take your time hermano, no rush.” Sam then gets a look at the man, notices how handsome he is with a small flutter in his chest; dark brown skin, raven black curls, and a well trimmed beard flecked with grey dusting his cheeks and chin. His forearms were muscled, covered in dark hair much like the rest of him, hints of a tattoo peeking out from the sleeve of his blue shirt patterned with what looked like lemons.

It’d been awhile since he found someone attractive, much less a man, ever since Jess had died. Sure he’d been explorative while he’d been in college, who wasn’t, but it wasn’t like anything had actually transpired from it. Sam had thought Jessica was it, the one, so to speak.

Being in Mexico was making him reminiscent.

He continues wandering the aisles, picking up a few items for himself and Dean, who’s no doubt woken up by now and is probably wondering where he’s wandered off. Sam approaches the counter, still flushed, condensation droplets from the Gatorade in his hand making his palm slippery. His items are processed, numbers punched into a calculator set off to the side. He can’t help but notice how thick the man’s fingers are, also dusted with dark hairs, golden rings adorning the digits. When Sam looks up he realizes with no amount of horror that the man has been watching him, a small smile playing at the ends of his lips. He almost looked amused.

Sam’s face is definitely beet red by now, as he grabs his bagged items and lets them hang at his side. “Thanks.”

“De nada. I’m Benny, by the way. Feel free to stop by anytime you need a break.” The cashier, Benny, smiles and winks, turns away as he busies himself with something he couldn’t see. Sam finds himself smiling as well, blushing as he walks away.

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“Sam, where the hell you’ve been?” Dean asks as he slings a bag over his shoulders, hair mussed up.

Sam shrugs, setting down the bag and pulling out a cherry flavored Gatorade, tossing it in Dean’s direction. “Tiendita. Thought we could use some things.” Dean laughs, tossing the drink over in his hand. “You at a tiendita? Your Spanish is horrible, how’d you manage?”

Sam rolls his eyes, flipping him off. He thinks back to Benny as he helps his brother load the car, and thinks he may not mind another trip tomorrow.

#latinonatural #samweek2024

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J2 Photo Ops

JIBCon, 2024

P.s.: If the picture is yours and you want it removed, please tell me. It's not my intention at all to upset people who so kindly shared these with us. I'll put the credits in every one I can find, and if you see an uncredited one and you know who that belongs to, please also do tell me so I can add it.

Credit: @/LikaiteMonika on twitter

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#j2 ops #jib14 #jared padalecki #jensen ackles

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Allllll this

Do you think about how much Sam must have thought that he should never have been born in the first place? A lot, actually ☹️

#but i think sam had these thoughts at a young age #he probably brought it up once like in heat of the moment argument and dean dismissed it as sam being a drama queen #but deep down deans freaking out the sam feels that way

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It’s fine because I’m actually using a secret technique called writing it in my head and nowhere else.