#sam girl

[samsno1]

A/N: tried not to use any gender-defining pronouns for the reader in this one but if I accidently left any in here, I apologise, force of habit yk

"Hey, Sam, come here for a second" Dean calls him and the youngest looks up from his laptop to his brother, who's standing a few feet away, leaning against the door after coming back from the kitchen, where he got a pack of beer for the three of you.

You, on the other hand, were focused in your books, reading lore about creatures purely to be more wise when it came to either finding out who or what was disturbing the peace or killing it as quick as possible so that the torment would be gone.

Sam reached for your wrist and gently held it for a moment so you'd look at him. You raise your eyes to his face, your beatiful orbs almost knocking the air out of his lungs. "I'll be back" He says gently and you give him a tiny smile, nodding in approval and going back to your task, fully concentrating into it to the point you didn't even feel Sam's hand letting go of your arm.

Sam glances at you one last time and slight smile graces his face before he got up from his chair, walking towards the oldest. Neither of you see it but Dean rolled his eyes at the interaction, making a disgusted face.

Once Sam got closer, Dean adjusted his position against the door, standing upright to seem taller and take on the 'older, wiser brother' role.

"Yeah, what's up?" Sam asks his brother and Dean lifts an eyebrow. He raises a hand and flattens it against his brother's back, hitting him lightly, guiding him to the kitchen again. Sam walks along, the sting on his back ignored as he's suddenly confused and, at the same time, worried.

"Hey, Y/N, we'll be right back, if you need anything, we're in the kitchen!" Dean yells at you, turning his head slightly over his shoulder so you'd hear him clearly. He hears your faint 'Okay' and continued guiding Sam, this time to sit at the kitchen table.

Sam sat down and stared at his brother — who looked out the kitchen door to guarantee you were still studying — and made a confused face.

Once Dean was sure they were alone, he turned to his brother, arms crossed.

"Dean, is everything—?"

"You gotta' stop this man" Dean interrupts and Sam frowns, even more confused. Dean rolls his eyes, again, this time visible to Sam.

"Stop...what?" Sam inquires.

"You know...That! Why don't you tell Y/N instead of staring like a creep as if you're under a love spell?" Dean lowers his voice so that you wouldn't listen.

Sam opened and closed his mouth, trying to find a way out of this. "I don't know what you're talking about"

Dean face drops and he looks almost angry at Sam's stupidity. He sits down in front of him, flattening his uper arms against the table and crossing his fingers from each hand.

"Y/N might be naíve but I'm not, Sam. Actually, I'm very aware. For months. The looks you give, the 'let me make you breakfast', the way you get so jealous when people stare at bars—" Sam opens his mouth to counter but Dean raises a finger — like he would do to a toddler — to silence him "—and don't say you don't do that because every time we go to bars or clubs you suddenly get in a mood when you see someone looking in a different way."

Sam stays silent. If even his brother knew than you probably did too, right? He sighed and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms.

"And what am I supposed to do, hm? I'm not going to ruin our friendship for a...crush or whatever. Y/N isn't even into me anyways, why bother?" Sam says matter-of-factly and Dean has the urge to punch some sense into his brother right then and there.

"Isn't even— How are you both so stupid?"

"Who's stupid?" You suddenly enter the room, a book in your hand — one of the ones you were studying. Sam swallows harshly, scared that you heard anything and silently glared at his brother.

"You are" Dean replied and you roll your eyes playfully at him. At the same time it wasn't a lie, you didn't know the whole truth.

"Haha, very funny Dean. Anyways, I need to steal Sam back for a moment, are you guys still busy?" You ask, looking between the siblings, your eyes lingering for a while longer on the youngest, noticing Sam staring daggers at his brother. Dean shrugs.

"He's all yours" He says and you thank him, nodding. Dean leaves the kitchen saying something about Baby and you approach Sam.

You lay your hand softly over his upper arm, your touch burning through his clothes and against his skin. He looks at you then, seeing that little worry line between your eyebrows. He loved that. He thought about kissing it — if he could — to smooth it away anytime you looked at him that way.

"Is everything okay?" You ask, your voice soothing. He almost melts right then and there.

"Yeah, yeah, it's fine...What did you need?" He reasures you and you relax. You remember what you were doing here in the first place before getting distracted and showed Sam something in the book that you didn't understand, asking him about it.

He started to explain it to you but you could barely pay attention to what he was explaining. You stared at his face, completely lost. The way his lips moved, the slight stubble from his beard already visible, and his finger dancing against the letters in the paper while he tried to make you understand were so...distracting.

You loved how passionate he was about books and lore. He was smart and you found that amusing. It was one of your favorite things about him.

Once he finished telling you about it he looked at your face to see you zoned out while you showed the faintest smile. He smiled too.

You woke up from your trance and, when you noticed he was done and you were just mindlessly staring at him, you felt your face heat up. You cleared your throat and looked down at the book again.

"Thank you" You said.

"No problem, anything else just ask" He replied, knowing you hadn't paid attention to a word he said.

You looked at him again and nodded. You got closer and gave him a kiss on his cheek and Sam heard alarms going off in his head.

"You're the best" you said, smiling, and walked back to the library, leaving Sam speechless in the kitchen, wide eyed.

One day you were gonna be the death of him.

A/N: Yay, another drabble! Giving you guys this while I finish writing the p. 2 to Dream Of Me (which already has 4k words and I didn't even get to the good part 🤭). I love awkward idiots in love, my favorite troupe and I think it fits Sam well. Anyways, tell me what you think! 🫶

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[jendee]

I'm sick of all the hate Sam gets for anything.

Let's start with the people who call him selfish for not wanting that stupid hunter life. Of course, he was selfish because he wanted everything any child wanted, a loving family, friends and being able to study, wow how selfish!

He was later accused of not loving Dean enough just because in the early seasons he wasn't as dependent on his brother as Dean was on him .It seems that those people watched the show with their feet, because when Dean was dying in s1, Sam did everything to not let him die.

We move forward to s4 where he gets ALL the blame for becoming addicted to demon blood and neglecting his brother, when it is clear that Ruby manipulated him. He was mourning the death of her brother and coincidentally the only one who was there supporting him was her, obviously we know why. Without Dean, Sam needed a reason to keep going, and that was revenge.

Then in s8 when he got mad at Dean for letting an angel POSSESS HIM WITHOUT HIS CONSENT, he had every right to be furious and many didn't even try to understand why. In the program it is seen that many times he has lost control of his body, soul and mind.

Starting with Meg, when she possessed him in s2, forcing him to kill another hunter and make him watch the scene (I forgot, Azazel also used him as his puppet).

We already talked about Ruby and how much damage she did to him by manipulating him and trying to turn him against his brother and oh, of course making him addicted to something that was corrupting him.

Do you remember the episode where this guy Gary switches bodies with Sam? Well, you'll remember that he had SEX WITH SAM'S BODY, God I don't know how the writers find that funny.

We must not forget that Lucifer tortured him all those years in the cage and obviously raped him, yet there are stupid people saying that Sam is weak for allowing the wall in his head to break. Dude, seen the show?

We have Gadreel, the icing on the cake, who possessed him and killed Kevin with his body, nothing more.

And so there are many more things for which Sam is accused of being a bad person and brother. Dude???

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[derailedangel]

dear all deancoded bitches. you are not deancoded if you are not also a samgirl. if sam is not your favourite person in the whole entire universe, end the world for him, youre not deancoded. youre just a lil delulu. sorry not sorry !!

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[cringefail-loser]

the ultimate question

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[fictionalnutter]

Looking to follow new people! Please engage with this post if you are also chronically in love with Sam Winchester.

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[waywardbabysis]

That's a lot of pie when you think about it 🥧 😅

That last one he looks like the happiest kid ever🥺

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[lacilou]

A Study In Dominance: Anthropological Proof Sam Winchester is a Sex God, Pt. 3

(It's those hands. FFS, his hands are magical.)

*gifs not mine*

#jared padalecki #sam winchester #sex god #those hands #that back #hot as fuck #ruby #gen padalecki #sam girl

[sams-sass]

A Blacksmiths hands

So....this was just something I conjured in my mind one day, and then my imagination ran a little wild. This is completely based on this AI pic that the lovely @winchest09 made for my hormones.

I hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: implied sex. Romance. SWOON

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Sam stood against the table, his hands gripping the sides for two reasons. One was to hold him up steady, and the other was to keep himself from going mad as he stared at you. His skin begged for yours. He clenched harder into the wood as you slowly raised your shaking hands to remove your coat. You looked down, breaking eye contact for a moment. A strand of your hair dipped into your eyes, and it took everything in him not to reach out and feel the strand move within the pads of his fingers. He waited in false patience for you to move. When your feet finally started to bring you his way, Sam thought he might lose all control. This was wrong. He knew that. You were a woman of status and wealth. Your family name held power and control over people. You came from a different life—a life of privilege and extravagance. A life of carefree savor. His life was one of pain and sorrow. Of poverty and filth. His skin wore the marks of his labor, his soul the marks of his existence. You were a lady, and he was a blacksmith. There was no world in which your paths should cross. And yet here you stood in his shop, surrounded by metal and heat. You stopped walking and tilted your face to his, looking at him, waiting for him.

The fire's amber glow surrounded you in a soft light that dimmed and hushed his logical mind, allowing instinct to rage through his body like the waves of a tempestuous sea. Using the small amount of self-control he had left, he released the table from his grasp. Raising his hands to your face, he gently removed the pins holding your hair in place. Your lips parted, and he could hear your breath quicken in your chest. Once he pulled the last pin, he moved his fingers over your cheekbones before letting them slip into your hair. You swallowed thickly and closed your eyes, leaning your body against his. Sam felt your touch move over his outer thighs. He took a long and ragged breath before tilting his head to press his forehead against yours. 

“I do not believe you could imagine how badly I want this. How badly I have longed for you.” He breathed into the space between your bodies. 

You let out a sound between a moan and a giggle, your breath tickling his lips. 

“How many have you had before me?” You whispered. 

There was a pause. A restless moment when the air grew thick and the silence raised in volume.

“None.” He finally answered. 

“And after tonight?” Your hands ran up his chest, fiddling with the tie on his tunic. 

Sam circled the tip of your nose with his before leaning back to look you in the eye. His hands still held your head, his thumbs running through your hairline. 

“Only you. Until the end of my days.” He vowed. 

Sam leaned his head down for a moment. You thought he would kiss you, your breath hitched in your throat, waiting for his lips. He surprised you by dropping to his knees in front of you. His large and strong arms wrapped around your waist as his mouth began to move over your clothed torso. You could feel the wet heat from his mouth through the thin fabric of your nightgown. Running your fingers through his silky chestnut locks, your head tilted back as a sensation bloomed in your core. Sam rose higher on his knees, bringing his face to your chest. You fisted the back of his hair and forced him to look up at you. The moisture on his pink and puffy lips glistened in the fire’s light. His eyes tilted up slowly. They were soft yet wild as if he was about to worship and devour you all at once. 

“It is as though no matter how hard I try, I could never be close enough to you,” Sam whispered. 

Lowering his mouth, his lips traced your collarbone. 

“You have entranced me.” His kiss became hungrier against your chest, nipping and sucking at your flesh. 

His finger dipped past the seam of your dress to tickle your breast. Your breathing became more erratic. 

“I crave you. It is your name, I whisper into the heavens. It is your face that I picture in my lowest moments. And it is your body that I surrender to in the darkest hours of the night. I submit to you, my lady. My darling. My love.” His tongue licked a small stripe between your breasts before his teeth bit into the tie of your dress, pulling it down slow yet steady.

If his arms had not been wrapped so tightly around you, you believe you would have sunk right there into the dirt floor. You desperately clawed at his shirt, tearing it from his body to feel the scarred and rippling skin of his shoulders. Sam practically ripped your nightgown in half, his large hands covering the swell of your breast within them. Suddenly, he stood. Grabbing you with him, holding you close. Your bare chests touched, and the hair on his chest tickled you softly. Sam placed you on the table, holding you up with his forearm. 

He pulled away slightly. You bit your lip to hold back your gasp of frustration. You watched his throat work as he held himself back. His breath was heavy and loud. 

“Are you certain?” He asked. 

“Sam…” You trailed off, reaching for him again. 

“Y/N. If I give myself to this. If I let my lips finally grace yours, I will have crossed a point of no return. I will never stop loving you until the hands of time cease to exist. Do you understand me? If you allow me to taste the sweetness of your mouth, I will be yours for the rest of my days.” 

You let yourself look him over. Tall and muscular. Beautiful and warm. His hungry eyes had softened once again. You looked at every scar that you could see. All the marks that told his story were written across the tapestry of a man who stood before you. He was letting you choose, giving you control over the situation, knowing that your title, house, and reputation would be at risk. Providing you the comfort of hearing that he would stop if asked. The right side of your mouth pulled up in a smirk.  

“I have never been more certain of anything in my li-” You couldnt finish your sentence before his starved lips were on yours. 

He kissed you how the sun kissed the earth each morning, warming it from its radiating touch. As the land waits to be illuminated by the rays that break through clouds and trees, your need grew with anticipation. And like the heated rise of daybreak, you felt yourself melting into him, awakening with every brush of his skin. Just as the birds sing for the light to dance across their feathers, you flew high into the beam of white-hot ablaze that grew from your core and stretched into your entire being. 

Sam’s fingers lifted the hem of your dress, pulling away the fabric meant to keep you hidden and pure. The worn and strong hands of his tireless labor finally touch the most reserved parts of you. His callouses left goosebumps in their wake as he felt your inner thigh slowly reaching where you needed him most. He momentarily broke the kiss to remove your nightgown before reattaching his lips to yours. His long fingers dug into the skin of your hips, his thumb dangerously caressing the space just below your belly button. He fisted your thigh and yanked you forward until you were teetering on the edge of the table. His hips rutted into yours, and you finally felt him. Your eyes rolled back in your head, and you could hear the sharp inhale into his lungs. His hands dug back into your hair, forcefully pulling your head back as he lay kisses and soft bites on your neck and chest. He pushed you slightly so your back was against the table. Standing over you, he slowly lowered his body to yours, caging you against him with his powerful arms. His lips teased yours, hovering just above reach before he slid down. His pointed nose dragged a line down your entire torso, his tongue delicately tasting your skin, stopping at the line of your hips. 

“I do not believe there is a greater pleasure for me than yours.” He whispered, his hot breath tickling the unexplored flesh between your legs. 

Pushing yourself off the table, you braced your weight with one hand while the other hooked under his chin. You watched his eyes move up your body before his head tilted to look at you. Guiding him up with one finger under his jaw, his eyes leveled with yours again.  

“Prove it.” Your voice was breathy. 

The last sound you remember before Sam’s finger slipped through your folds was the carnal growl that rumbled his chest. 

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[queerbookworm]

home sweet home

#spn #supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #spn family #supernatural fan #supernatural family #castiel #home sweet home #where we belong #always trending #what happened now #destiel #hellers #sam girl #sam winchester my beloved

[nonoocore]

Sam Winchester

Jared Padalecki

#sam winchester #puppy eyes #spn #supernatural #sam girl #jared padalecki #pretty smile

[dandelion-grl]

hey guys do you think my bias is showing

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[samsno1]

me when people reduce sam's character to "dean's rebel little brother that just slows him down" as if his character didn't carry 90% of the show and isn't one of the most complex to understand

#sam winchester #supernatural #jared padalecki #spn #sam girl

[toxicyaoibeliever]

I just can’t understand people who don’t love Sam. I just saw mystery spot for the tenth time and i just don’t get how you can see this man slowly lose his sanity and beg so pretty to Gabriel and not love him

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[sugar-rush-gang]

#supernatural #sam winchester #jared padalecki #sam girl #spn #pretty boy #sammy #sweetheart #pookie

[sexyundeadscientist]

Lesbians who are Sam girls, interact I gotta see how many of us there are

#sam winchester #sam girl #supernatural #lesbian #spn

[covetedbrother]

most days i’m like “yeah i’m pretty over my ‘sam is me i’m him we are the same and he’s also my bbg my son and my dad’ phase” and then i see one (1) bad take about him and i genuinely get murderous and i’m like “ah. nevermind”

what the fuck has he ever done????

(insane samgirl ramblings under the cut bc i’m losing my fucking mind)

if you’re mad at sam for starting the apocalypse: you’re telling me that if you were dealing with the effects of dying, watching your brother die, addiction, and actively being manipulated by your DEALER and also genuinely operating under the belief that that killing a demon would be a good thing, that you wouldn’t have killed that demon?

this bothers me especially bc sam broke seal 66. because he thought it would prevent the apocalypse. dean broke the first seal. because he tortured ppl in hell!!!!!

leaving for college: imagine getting mad at an 18 year old for leaving to go to stanford on a full ride scholarship. he did that in a “household” where he never lived in the same place for more than 6 months. ever. and his only family members thought it was emasculating to do well in school.

“choosing ruby over dean”: hey. hey. look at me. imagine the person you love most in the world. that you have a toxic codependent relationship with to the point of literally getting murderous if you are separated by more than a room without your choice. you’ve known each other for forever. you’ve killed for him. he’s your brother. you have spent a full year trying to figure out how to save his life. now imagine watching him die knowing he did it to save you. and you can’t get him back. now you are actively suicidal and someone comes along and acts almost just like him and offers you this thing that gives you the power to kill the things that killed him. this person says that you have the power to stop a horrible thing from happening. you believe her. and then your brother comes back from the dead and he’s. different. he doesn’t trust you anymore. and the person who gave you power tells you that it’s because he’s being lied to and manipulated to start the tragedy you are bent on preventing. so you’re hurt and scared and trying to save the world so, just this once, you choose to work with someone other than him.

the shit that happened in s8: again. same scenario as above but now you’ve both killed and died for each other multiple times. you’ve endured over centuries of torture by the devil himself and have just started recovering from the hallucinations that you had of the literal devil torturing you and telling you that you can never feel happy bc this is just another way of torturing you. making you feel happy for a moment only to bring you back and hurt you. then your brother disappears into a pile of black goo in front of you. you have no idea how or why. you do months of research and come up with exactly nothing. life without him isn’t worth living. you’re about to drive your car off a bridge. the car you grew up with him in, the one you both engraved your initials into when you were 8 and 10. with the legos shoved into the vents that you’ve never been able to take out. you’re not paying attention so you hit a dog. shit. he doesn’t deserve to die. not like you. you take him to the vet. his medical bills need to be covered by someone. it can only be you. the vet there treats you like you deserve to live, to be loved. you fall for her. you move in together and adopt the dog you hit. maybe,,,, just maybe,,, you can be happy.

and then your brother comes back. and he’s best friends with a vampire… the vampire’s name sounds like yours.

and your brother is mad at you. then your girlfriend discovers the husband she thought was dead is alive. your brother wanted you to break up with her anyways. you’d do anything for him. always. he doesn’t forgive you. it’s what you deserve.

you take on the trials of hell to try and do something right. it’s actively killing you. every day you wake up and cough lungfuls of blood into the sink. it’s fine. these trials will probably kill you, but it’ll be ok. you’re finally doing something right. the final trial requires you to confess your greatest sins in a church. you spend hours there, and the biggest sin you confess is disobeying your brother. you confess the times you’ve let him down. you’re clean now. you’re ready to die, ready to stop any demon from ever coming to earth again. and your brother calls you an idiot and stops you because he doesn’t want to watch you die. but by now, your body is going to die with or without completing the trials. your brother coerces you into being possessed without your knowledge for a year in order to keep you alive. the thing possessing you kills your friend. your brother blames you for it. it’s fine. he cares. you know he does. he wouldn’t have done it if he didn’t care.

it never. ends. THERE ARE FIFTEEN FUCKING SEASONS OF THIS SHIT

ARE YOU MAD AT HIM FOR TRYING TO GET DEAN TO NOT BE AN ALCOHOLIC? TO EAT BETTER?

MAYBE YOU’RE MAD AT HIM FOR THINKING THAT THE PERSON WHO MADE FUN OF YOU FOR DOING WELL IN SCHOOL WOULDNT KNOW WHO VONNEGUT IS?

FOR NOT FALLING TO HIS KNEES AND WORSHIPPING DEAN EVERY TIME HE ENTERS THE ROOM?

are you mad at him for forgiving his father?

maybe you’re mad because dean had bad things happen to him that didn’t happen to sam.

are you mad at the man who got into stanford on a full ride scholarship and was about to get into law school before he dropped out for thinking of himself as smart?

i think they’re mad at him bc he’s not a perfect brother who gives into dean’s codependent tendencies 100% of the time. dean has a codependent personality, and sam has a rebellious streak of independence a mile wide. his rebellion just looked like choosing school over hunting, or studying over weapon training, or reading over sparring. not that he didn’t also do those things, he just also did other things.

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