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bloodandpie · 3 years

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Supernatural fanworks masterlist

collaborative works by @monicawoe and @quickreaver

(updated 11/1/2020)

Hello lovelies, here’s our most up-to-date masterlist including our 2020 contribution to the @spneldritchbang:

Behold the Beast, Behold the Lamb - Season 4 AU. Sam tried to free Dean from Hell, but angels intervened and took Dean for their own purposes. Sam is determined to get Dean back and will do whatever it takes, embracing his abilities fully. The more demon blood Sam drinks, the more demons he kills, the more he changes inside and out until it’s impossible to hide his monstrous side. Ruby, Uriel and Castiel push Sam to fulfill his destiny and become his true self—the Beast of the Revelation. (gen, Sam/Ruby, 20k words)

Here is a list of all our other combined works thus far, in no particular order:

Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

word-count: - written for the 2012 spn-genbang | sequel to The Devil’s in the Details When Sam opened Lucifer’s Cage, the only thing he found inside was Lucifer’s grace – his grace. With the return of his grace, Sam remembered his past – his war against the Host, his Fall, and his plans to bring about the End. The thing is…he doesn’t want the Apocalypse anymore. He likes things the way they are, and tries everything to keep his identity a secret- especially from Dean. Of course, the four Horsemen, Hell and Heaven have other ideas.(gen, 13k words)

Last Drop - Written for the Twisted Tropes event - Sam/Brady AU set while Sam’s at Stanford: Sam is slowly adjusting to his new life at Stanford University. He’s left his life of hunting behind, and traded it for endless studying and tests, but he’s plagued by dreams of Dean and Dad in danger, dreams of blood and violence. Then he meets Tyson Brady, who’s always there with a smile and a cup of coffee to get Sam through all-nighters. Sam’s dreams start to fade, but just as he’s getting used to a nice normal life, he starts to develop abilities—powers he can’t control. Brady thinks they’re great, but Sam knows power never comes without a cost. (Explicit Sam/Brady, 14k words)

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Best Self - written for @alyndra9 for the prompt: King of Hell Sam meets Kale!Sam and they have many differences of opinion to work out. (aka the only one who knows what Sam really wants is Sam.) words by monicawoe art by @quickreaver! (~4k words, Explicit Sam/Sam)

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All Our Wrath and Cutting Beauty

word-count: written for the 2011 spn-reversebang: Sam killed Alistair, but not before Alistair reminded Dean of who and what he'd become in Hell. Dean knows Sam can take down Lilith, and he'll make damn sure Sam gets strong enough to do just that. They'll stop the Apocalypse -- together, no matter how many bodies stack up, or how much blood is spilt. (gen, boyKingSam, demonDean,11k)

MANY more, beneath the cut:

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The Two Ravens

word-count: ~3,500 | written for the sammessiah antichrist-mas fest: Your brother he is, and heir to my throne. He’ll feed on the damned and he'll turn them to bone.

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The Last Days in the Land of Nod a comic adaptation of the fic by the same name

word-count: ~2,000 | The year is 2014. The Devil is wearing his finest, the Angel is human, and the Brother protects the survivors at Camp Chitaqua.

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We have also done collaborations with other talented writers and artists, including:

He Who Fights Monsters

word-count: ~52,000 | co-written with nwspaprtaxis for the 2014 GenTeensyBang: Demonic-MMA-fighting AU of the summer between Seasons 3 and 4. Dean's dead, dragged down kicking and screaming to Hell. Sam's not dealing well. And Ruby’s got her work cut out for her.

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Burdens, Doublefold

word-count: ~70,000 written for the 2012 spn-j2-bigbang, art by @ileliberteWhat if Dean left Sam at Stanford after the fire, hoping it would keep his little brother safe and make things better? Somehow, 'better' never seems to be in the Winchester Family cards. Sam gets tangled up with his ex-roommate Brady, tracking psychics, but dealing with demons is never honest business. Dean carries on until his father is put in grave danger. He is left on his own to deal, stumbling into Harvelle's Roadhouse for help, where Dean gets just a little more than he bargained for. Eventually, the brothers’ paths twist and turn their way back to each other, but the results could mean the End of Days.

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Impala’s Run

word-count: ~23,000|written for the SPN Gen Big Bang, art by adrenalineshots | Sam and Dean Singer (aka Winchester) aren’t your average young Kansas farmers. Their home is very, very far from Kansas, in fact. Many light-years worth of ‘far’. The boys may look human, but certain talents set them apart: Dean speaks the language of machines, and Sam can heal through manipulating energy. Hidden on Earth by their father, their agricultural lifestyle gets rocked when warring alien races discover where they’ve landed, and Sam and Dean are forced to make the run of their lives.

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and here some other illustrated, shorter fics of ours for your enjoyment:

Instinct (Prophet of the Lord remix)

word-count: ~3,000 | (Kevin's POV of the same prompt) After the trials, Sam doesn't get better. Kevin's theory is that it's cancer: the trials are supposed to purge him of all physical and spiritual impurities, so tuberculosis is out, and cancer is the only reason left for Sam to be coughing his lungs up when he's supposed to be the pinnacle of human perfection. Nope. Sam's falling apart because the demon blood is gone.

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Instinct

word-count: ~1,300 | After the trials, Sam doesn't get better. Kevin's theory is that it's cancer: the trials are supposed to purge him of all physical and spiritual impurities, so tuberculosis is out, and cancer is the only reason left for Sam to be coughing his lungs up when he's supposed to be the pinnacle of human perfection. Nope. Sam's falling apart because the demon blood is gone.

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Bliss in Emptiness

word-count: ~41,000 written for the 2013 spn-j2-bigbang |As a reward for her loyal service, Lucifer brings Ruby back from death. When Sam throws himself into the Cage, Ruby slows his fall — just enough to grab a hold of his body, but not his soul. Together, they hunt the ever-increasing monster population and uncover evidence that Crowley and Castiel might not be as antagonistic as they seem. As the situation unfolds, Eve's interest in Sam piques and she gives him a gift that changes the very essence of what he is.

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Pattern Recognition: A Hannibal/Supernatural fusion AU

word-count: ~33,000 | Sam and Dean split after River Pass, and their confrontation with the Horseman, War. Since Will’s escape from the Baltimore Institute for the Criminally Insane, he and Sam have been in hiding. They have a cabin, in the middle of nowhere, that keeps them off the radar; they find comfort in each other. But they can’t stay off the chessboard forever, especially not when Lucifer, wearing Hannibal Lecter as a vessel, is tearing the world apart around them.

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Bones

word-count: ~1,800 | The third trial sounded way too easy.

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In the Cards

word-count:~3,600| written for the 2012 spn-reversebang: Fate wasn’t hers to change. She was an oracle — there to tell them what the future held in store. Nothing more, nothing less. And people were so desperate to know, even though it changed nothing.

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Diary of a Madman

word-count: ~3,500 | Lydia's newest patient, Sam Winchester, suffered from hallucinations, delusions, and regular bouts of insomnia. He also thought he was Lucifer.

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Unless Its Roots Reach Down to Hell

word-count: ~2,000 | written for the evilsam-spn fright-fest 2014: Sam spent months piecing the spell together—he'd crafted it himself out of slivers of handwritten, ancient journals—the ones even the Men of Letters kept hidden away in a man-sized curse-box on lockdown in room 26.

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#sam winchester #boyking!sam #king of hell sam #spn fics #dean winchester #monicawoe's fics #quickreaverart

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quickreaver · 4 years

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King of Hell Sam Winchester’s Birthday Prompt-Meme Extravaganza!

Since King of Hell Sam made an actual canon appearance in season 15, this seemed like the perfect time to bring Sammessiah’s Antichristmas prompt-meme event back for another round! Join us in celebrating the birth of Sam Winchester, Boy King of Hell, Antichrist, Demon Blood Connoisseur, slayer of demons, angels, gods, and all around awesome (and tall) guy! Please go here on AO3 and click on “prompt form” to submit a prompt or “Prompts” to view existing prompts and claim one! Leave a prompt anytime from now through May 2nd, 2020 and/or Fill a prompt on or before May 2nd, 2020 *Not limited to fic! All types of fills welcome- ficlets, any kind of art, poems, anything else that strikes your fancy. The one rule is: prompts and fills must focus on Sam and his demonic powers (including but not limited to powers!Sam, psychic!Sam, Antichrist!Sam, evil!Sam, demon-blood!Sam, Boy King!Sam, god!Sam and so forth).

#sam winchester #boy king sam #king of hell sam #powers sam #demon blood sam #antichristmas #antichrist-mas #get it?#happy birthday sam!

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alleiradayne · 4 years

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Girl’s Got Rhythm

Summary: A demon shows up at the Bunker door with a proposition for Sam. Square Filled: Boy King of Hell!Sam Warnings/Tags: Fluff, language Characters/Pairings: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Adria (original female character) Word Count: 2408 A/N: For @deanandsambingo’s Sam Bingo, this fills the square Boy King of Hell!Sam. This also fills the prompt I submitted for myself for the Sam Winchester’s Antichrist-mas Birthday Extravaganza, hosted by sammessiah on livejournal. @quickreaver shared the post above and all prompts/fills are handled on AO3. And, as always, thank you to @atc74 for beta’ing. Song: Girl’s Got Rhythm by AC/DC

The first thump startled them both. Sam snapped his head up from his book and glared across the table at Dean's wide-eyed confusion, then followed his stare as he looked to the doorway. The second thump reverberated through the Bunker, faded as it reached the Kitchen where they sat eating breakfast, then fell silent once more. With the third echoing concussion, Sam and Dean leaped from their seats and bolted for the war room.

There they found nothing until a final resounding thump knocked on the Bunker doorway, its thunderous boom rumbling through the vaulted space for several seconds until it, too, faded.

“Someone is… knocking on the door," Dean stated.

Though it was not a question, Sam concurred. “I think so,” he started as he stepped towards the stairs.

“Don’t open it!”

Over his shoulder, Sam asked, “Why? What if someone needs help?”

Dean rolled his eyes harder than Sam had seen in months. “Who cares?! Nobody should know we’re in here!” he hissed through gritted teeth.

A single second seemed to stretch forever as they stared one another down until Sam bolted up the stairs. Dean chased after him, taking the steps two at a time, but Sam’s longer legs leaped three and even skipped the last four as he vaulted to the landing. With victory in reach, he grasped the cold iron handle of the door, but the moment he pulled, Dean barreled into him. Torn from the door, Sam struggled for the handle until Dean restrained him, arms entangled and boots scraping the floor.

Another resounding knock on the metal shook the foundation, and they froze in their awkward position. The thunderous echo rolled once more through the Bunker, then faded into silence, but Sam knew it was not over.

“They’re going to break the door down!” he spat from Dean's half-nelson headlock.

As he struggled, Dean replied, “Let them! Then we’ll have a reason to kill whoever it is!”

“I can hear you.”

The lilting alto of a woman penetrated the door and Sam stilled as Dean’s restraint loosened. “Did you hear that?”

After one lingering moment, Dean released him. “Yeah. Who’s there?!” he barked.

“My name is Adria. I am here to speak with Sam Winchester,” the muted voice said. “Is that you, Dean?” she asked.

“How do you know my name?!” he bellowed at the door. “Who the hell—”

Sam calmed him with a hand at his shoulder. “Can we just open the damn door? Please?”

Dean’s glare promised Sam hellfire and brimstone if shit went sideways. “Fine.”

He turned back to the door, trepidation numbing his fingers. One clarifying breath steeled his nerve. Someone just needed his help. She knew their names. They must have met before. Resolved, Sam shook free of his caution, grasped the handle of the door, and wrenched it open. In the dim portal light, a tall, dark-haired woman stood. She wore a faded NASA t-shirt tucked into the front of her jeans and a pair of tennis shoes. In the crook of her elbow she clutched a small, leather bound book against her chest, and on the other a yellow purse hung from its strap.

“What do you want?”

She did not simply ignore Dean’s belligerence. She acted as if he had not even spoken and looked directly at Sam. “How are you, my Lord?”

My lord. He must have misheard her. “Ah… wha—” he cleared his throat, “What did you just call me?”

Her bright doe eyes shifted from him to Dean and back before she said, “My Lord.”

Unsure of how to respond, Sam checked in with Dean to find him equally stunned, his glare shifting between Sam and the woman. When Dean returned his focus to Adria, he spoke out of the side of his mouth. “Sam, something’s wrong with her. She thinks you’re some sort of royalty.”

That seemed to strike a nerve. Adria's fierce hazel stare snapped to Dean as she seethed, “How dare you speak such blasphemy to the King of Hell?”

The world came to a screeching halt as Sam reeled, mind leaping from thought to thought as he tried to keep up. For a moment, he was convinced that this was some sort of elaborate prank set up by Dean and his friend. But Dean's gaping mouth and bulging eyes said more than any denial could.

Sam held his breath as he waited for his tirade, but it never came. A roar of laughter burst from Dean’s wide-open mouth as he clutched his stomach and damn near fell backwards down the stairs. “King of Hell?" he breathed through a gasp as he reached for the railing. His laughter continued as he repeated himself. "King of… of Hell?!" Another peal of laughter filled the entry and Dean double over, hands on his knees. Several awkward seconds passed before he calmed down with a clarifying breath. "Holy shit, that’s a good one. King of Hell. Ha! You…" he paused as a bark of laughter interrupted his thought. “Whew. You really had us going there for a second, lady. What’s up, what are you selling—”

With a blink, Adria's eyes blackened, dark as pitch, then reverted to their natural hazel in another flick of her long lashes. "I am here on official business, Dean Winchester,” she stated.

The flat of Dean's palm slapped Sam across the chest. As he stepped in front of him, he said, “Son of a bitch, she's a demon.”

“I gathered that much," Sam stated flatly. A gentle nudge eased Dean's arm aside, and Sam stepped forward. "What do you wan—”

“Give me one good reason I don’t waste you here and now,” Dean barreled over Sam.

Adria held the small tome out to Dean, but he refused to take it, hands shooting into the air as if she pointed a gun at him. When he refused to move, she turned to Sam. “Hell has been a bit of a mess since Crowley died. Nobody assumed control,” she explained, still holding the book aloft. “When Sam blocked the throne about two years ago, most demons went into hiding. The fucking cowards missed a real opportunity there. I convinced them to align with you,” she finished as she regarded Sam with a smile that looked far too sweet for a demon.

“Align… are you saying that every demon in Hell wants to follow me?” Sam asked.

As though it were as simple as that, Adria shrugged with a nod, then a coy smirk curled her lips. “They always say those Winchester boys are too smart for their own good.”

“Who says that?” Dean barked.

She turned to him, her smile widening. “Demons. Succubi. Incubi. Damned spirits. You know. The denizens of Hell. Word travels fast, and, well you boys have been at it for fifteen years. Got a reputation. Sam’s living up to his.” She paused as she measured Dean head to toe and back. “You… might actually be living up to yours. But I don’t want to report back that the big, bad Dean Winchester froze when handed the Book of Shadows.”

Dean’s arms slowly lowered to his sides as he asked, “Book of Shadows?”

A long, lacquered nail tapped the midnight blue cover.

No. Purple cover.

Black.

Blue.

Green?!

“What… is that… that’s not leather,” Sam stuttered.

Her finger traced the Celtic brain encircling the pentagram. “It is. Dragonhide. She gave me a skin from her own flank.”

Sam’s attention snapped to Dean as he stepped forward and said, “She gave you a piece of her skin?!”

Adria’s coy smirk returned. “I asked nicely,” she said as she tapped the metal emblem with her nail.

“And that?” Sam asked as he returned to the book. “That gem.”

“Ah, you have a keen eye, Sam Winchester,” she sighed as she smoothed the stone with her fingertips. “That is a lifestone. It quiets the worried mind, soothes the anxious soul. It’s quite useful for completing contracts.”

His eyes snapped to hers. “Contracts?” he growled.

Adria met his glare head on, then opened the book in the middle. “Yes. Contracts. This book contains all current operations that require ongoing management and prospects on which decisions need to be made,” she said as she held it out to him. When neither of them took it, she pointed at a line for them to read.

“I don’t… think that’s a good idea,” Sam started. “That’s—”

“Sam, shut up for a second,” Dean interrupted as he backhanded him in the shoulder. “Look at it.”

Sam did as Dean ordered and as he read, his jaw dropped. A long list of contracts, some initiated and others marked as potential deals, filled the page in a perfect script so tiny that Sam had to lean into read it. Hundreds of names in alphabetical order listed what they had wanted in exchanged for their soul in a set number of years. Some had no year, and Sam’s stomach sickened at the thought of what those poor souls had endured.

“So…” Sam started, “what do you need me to do?”

Adria grabbed Sam’s hand, much to Dean’s ire, and placed the open book in it. “Review each contract, both existing and potential and decide on how to proceed. Existing contracts are always reviewed every year to ensure that they are still beneficial to Hell. If not, we typically collect early to free up crossroad resources. As for potentials, you’ll need to decide if they’re even worth making the deal, as well as their terms and conditions.”

“Where are the—”

“The book has everything you’ll need to decide,” Adria clarified.

Unsure, he glanced at the book, then checked back to Adria. She said nothing, merely smiled again. He returned to the book and, when he flipped to the next page, her statement proved true. Another sheet of paper manifested with more names. He flipped through four pages before he arrived at the existing contracts and their details listed in full. More pages listed terms and conditions. Another ten pages contained the same. Sam gathered the remaining pages and thumbed through them, but no matter how many pages he passed, the book never seemed to progress in either direction.

When he arrived at the potential contracts, Sam stopped. He barely bothered to read the first prospect, then snapped the book shut. A brief thought occurred to him, then he handed the book back to Adria and said, “Burn it.”

Dean snorted a laugh through his nose, then snapped over his mouth. Adria regarded them both before glaring at Sam. “What?”

“I said burn it. I want you to burn the list, the contracts, and that whack-ass fucking book, holy shit, I cannot believe I touched that thing,” he rambled as he wiped his hands on his pants. “Christ, what kind of magic is that, my hands are on fire.”

“The magic of responsibility,” Adria huffed with an air of superiority. “You seriously want me to destroy it?”

“Yes!” Sam shouted. “Get rid of them all! No more deals! No more contracts! Just… give it a fucking rest. Seriously, hell and heaven have done enough damage messing with humans. For once, just do your damn jobs and manage the souls that come to you the only way they should.”

A narrowed glare far too familiar eyed them both before Adria returned the book to the crook of her arm and straightened her spine. Her sweet smile returned as though it had never left. From her purse she fished out a solid black business card and handed it to Sam. He took it, looked it over, and found handwriting matching that of the list in the book detailing her contact information. “So be it. When I require anything further from you, I’ll email you. But in the meantime, if you have questions, my number is also on the card.”

A long, weighing look of Dean, then Sam, preceded her departure.

“Here’s to new beginnings. All hail King Sam, the Lord of Hell. May his reign be long and,” she paused as she eyed him head to toe, “prosperous.”

She turned on her heel and ascended the ladder for the exterior door of the Bunker. Sam turned to check in with Dean only to find him watching Adria climb until the top hatched closed. When Dean found he had been caught staring, he grinned. “I think she likes you.”

“What?”

“I’m just saying you shouldn’t rule her out,” Dean added as he turned for the stairs. “Not like it would be the first time you banged a demon…”

“Dean, that’s—”

“I’m not giving you shit,” Dean said as he descended the steps. “She actually seemed pretty cool. You should invite her back over when she emails you. I mean, it sounds like she organized all of Hell to support you. She must think you’re the right person for the job.”

Sam followed him down the stairs, the gears in his mind churning. “She was nice… and she didn’t seem too upset about my very hasty decision to burn that book. I’m not sure was the right thing to do.”

“Pff, gimme a break. You just saved like, thousands of lives, man,” Dean said as he arrived at the bottom of the stairs. He turned to face Sam and clapped him on the shoulder. “We never get it done that easily. And you practically got a girlfriend out of the gig, too.”

“You are so fucking gross sometimes,” Sam sighed. “We—both of us—had a ten-minute conversation with her, she’s not—”

“Sometimes all you need is ten minutes. Even if I’m standing right there. Did you not see the way she looked at you when she left? All hail King Sam, Lord of Hell. She eye-fucked the shit out of you.”

No. Regardless of Dean’s teasing, nothing could be worse than a relationship with another demon. “I don’t even know why we’re talking about this,” Sam said as he turned for the kitchen. “I need a drink.”

When he skipped down the steps, Dean called after him. “Give me her number! Or that card!”

Sam shook his head and rolled his eyes. He would definitely not be giving Dean her number. Or her email. Or anything of Adria’s for that matter.

A small smile quirked the corner of his mouth as he regarded her business card once more. No, he thought. He would absolutely be keeping her all to himself.

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azazelsocks · 7 years

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and while we’re on the topic of boy king designs, thorn crowns!!

John 19:1-3 (KJV)

Then Pilate therefore took Jesus, and scourged him. And the soldiers platted a crown of thorns, and put it on his head, and they put on him a purple robe, and said, Hail, King of the Jews! and they smote him with their hands.

so like, my design doesn’t have a thorn crown because i personally feel the context fits just a little bit sideways--jesus was crowned in thorns as an act of public humiliation, not as a sign of honor or authority.

however it works really fucking well if you frame accepting the rule of hell as an inherently degrading act, and it’s a really powerful, visceral piece of imagery regardless.

anyways here’s a fun bible verse:

Matthew 27:41-43 (KJV) (before/during the crucifixion; jesus is still wearing the “finery” the soldiers gave him)

Likewise also the chief priests mocking him, with the scribes and elders, said, He saved others; himself he cannot save. If he be the King of Israel, let him now come down from the cross, and we will believe him. He trusted in God; let him deliver him now, if he will have him: for he said, I am the Son of God.

he saved others; himself he cannot save OKAY THIS IS FINE I’M FINE

#boy king sam #socks being mildly heretical #sock talks #remember when your one-stop-shop for evil and boy king sam was a community literally called sammessiah #GOOD TIMES #in nomine patris

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ao3feed-wincest-archive · 4 years

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[授权翻译]Bury My Old Soul, and Dance on its Grave

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3404KdX

by blankeyes

Dean对他能将Sam推多远心知肚明。（为2011敌圣诞活动而写）

Words: 3568, Chapters: 1/1, Language: 中文

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Other(s)

Relationships: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester

Additional Tags: Wincest-Freeform, Hell, Sibling Incest, Consort!Dean, Community: sammessiah, Antichrist!Sam, Boy King!Sam

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3404KdX

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #wincest

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monicawoe · 4 years

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Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Explicit Relationships: Lebanonverse Sam Winchester/King of Hell Sam Winchester Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Sam Winchester's Demonic Powers, Lawyer Sam Winchester, exercise, mirrors, Sam Winchester on Demon Blood, Non-Consensual Blood Drinking,

Summary: written for @alyndra9 for the prompt: King of Hell Sam meets Kale!Sam and they have many differences of opinion to work out.

(aka the only one who knows what Sam really wants is Sam.)

words by monicawoe banner by @quickreaver!

#sam winchester #demon blood sam #king of hell sam winchester #sam winchester's birthday #antichristmas #sammessiah #monicawoe's fics #quickreaverart

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bloodandpie · 4 years

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Supernatural fanworks Masterlist

spn masterlist for @bloodandpie : the collaborations of @quickreaver and @monicawoe

(updated 6/27/20)

Newest addition:

Here is a list of all our other combined works thus far, in no particular order:

word-count: ~14,000 | Written for the Twisted Tropes event - Sam/Brady AU set while Sam’s at Stanford: Sam is slowly adjusting to his new life at Stanford University. He’s left his life of hunting behind, and traded it for endless studying and tests, but he’s plagued by dreams of Dean and Dad in danger, dreams of blood and violence. Then he meets Tyson Brady, who’s always there with a smile and a cup of coffee to get Sam through all-nighters. Sam’s dreams start to fade, but just as he’s getting used to a nice normal life, he starts to develop abilities—powers he can’t control. Brady thinks they’re great, but Sam knows power never comes without a cost.

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Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

word-count: ~13,000 written for the 2012 spn-genbang | sequel to The Devil’s in the Details When Sam opened Lucifer’s Cage, the only thing he found inside was Lucifer’s grace – his grace. With the return of his grace, Sam remembered his past – his war against the Host, his Fall, and his plans to bring about the End. The thing is…he doesn’t want the Apocalypse anymore. He likes things the way they are, and tries everything to keep his identity a secret- especially from Dean. Of course, the four Horsemen, Hell and Heaven have other ideas.

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All Our Wrath and Cutting Beauty

word-count: ~11,000 | written for the 2011 spn-reversebang: Sam killed Alistair, but not before Alistair reminded Dean of who and what he'd become in Hell. Dean knows Sam can take down Lilith, and he'll make damn sure Sam gets strong enough to do just that. They'll stop the Apocalypse -- together, no matter how many bodies stack up, or how much blood is spilt.

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The Two Ravens

word-count: ~3,500 | written for the sammessiah anti-christmas fest: Your brother he is, and heir to my throne. He’ll feed on the damned and he'll turn them to bone.

MANY more, beneath the cut:

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The Last Days in the Land of Nod a comic adaptation of the fic by the same name

word-count: ~2,000 | The year is 2014. The Devil is wearing his finest, the Angel is human, and the Brother protects the survivors at Camp Chitaqua.

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We have also done collaborations with other talented writers and artists, including:

He Who Fights Monsters

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Burdens, Doublefold

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Impala’s Run

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and here some other illustrated, shorter fics of ours for your enjoyment:

Instinct (Prophet of the Lord remix)

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Instinct

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Bliss in Emptiness

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Pattern Recognition: A Hannibal/Supernatural fusion AU

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Bones

word-count: ~1,800 | The third trial sounded way too easy.

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In the Cards

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Diary of a Madman

word-count: ~3,500 | Lydia's newest patient, Sam Winchester, suffered from hallucinations, delusions, and regular bouts of insomnia. He also thought he was Lucifer.

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Unless Its Roots Reach Down to Hell

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#Sam Winchester #dean winchester #king of hell sam winchester #sam winchester's demonic powers #spn fics #spn art

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monicawoe · 4 years

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King of Hell Sam Winchester's Birthday Prompt-Meme Extravaganza!

Since King of Hell Sam made an actual canon appearance in season 15, this seemed like the perfect time to bring Sammessiah's Antichristmas prompt-meme event back for another round! Join us in celebrating the birth of Sam Winchester, Boy King of Hell, Antichrist, Demon Blood Connoisseur, slayer of demons, angels, gods, and all around awesome (and tall) guy! Please go here on AO3 and click on "prompt form" to submit a prompt or "Prompts" to view existing prompts and claim one! Leave a prompt anytime from now through May 2nd, 2020 and/or Fill a prompt on or before May 2nd, 2020 *Not limited to fic! All types of fills welcome- ficlets, any kind of art, poems, anything else that strikes your fancy. The one rule is: prompts and fills must focus on Sam and his demonic powers (including but not limited to powers!Sam, psychic!Sam, Antichrist!Sam, evil!Sam, demon-blood!Sam, Boy King!Sam, god!Sam and so forth).

#sam winchester #king of hell sam #boy king sam #demon bood sam #antichristmas

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bloodandpie · 5 years

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SPN Fanworks Masterlist

spn masterlist for @bloodandpie : the collaborations between @quickreaver and @monicawoe

(updated 5/4/19)

Newest addition:

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Here is a list of all our other combined works thus far, in no particular order:

The Last Days in the Land of Nod a comic adaptation of the fic by the same name

word-count: ~2,000 | The year is 2014. The Devil is wearing his finest, the Angel is human, and the Brother protects the survivors at Camp Chitaqua.

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All Our Wrath and Cutting Beauty

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The Two Ravens

word-count: ~3,500 | written for the sammessiah anti-christmas fest: Your brother he is, and heir to my throne. He’ll feed on the damned and he'll turn them to bone.

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We have also done collaborations with other talented writers and artists, including:

He Who Fights Monsters

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Burdens, Doublefold

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MANY more, beneath the cut:

Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

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Impala’s Run

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Instinct (Prophet of the Lord remix)

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Instinct

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Bliss in Emptiness

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Pattern Recognition: A Hannibal/Supernatural fusion AU

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Bones

word-count: ~1,800 | The third trial sounded way too easy.

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In the Cards

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Diary of a Madman

word-count: ~3,500 | Lydia's newest patient, Sam Winchester, suffered from hallucinations, delusions, and regular bouts of insomnia. He also thought he was Lucifer.

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Unless Its Roots Reach Down to Hell

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#sam winchester #sam winchester's demonic powers #spn fic #quickreaverart #monicawoe #masterlist

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