PREVIOUSLY askcannibalsamwinchester (STILL TRACKING THAT TAG)
Independent Sam Winchester RP/ask blog
none but accepting~
He stuck his tongue out at him and got out of the car. “Shut up man, I’m just makin’ sure.” Dean grumbled and went in back, getting his equipment.
Sam chuckled. “Okay, okay, you make sure and I’ll grab my shotgun from the backseat. Or do you need to make sure that you’re not grabbing the wrong thing?” He chuckled, clearly sarcastic.
Dean stuck his tongue out at him childishly and rolled his eyes, flipping Sam off and checking everything was in working order. “Shut up or I’ll bite you, I swear to hell.”
Sam rolled his eyes, checking to make sure his guns were loaded. “Cool it, Dean, I’m kidding.” Sam put his handgun in his waistband and loaded his shotgun. He motioned for Dean to follow him. “Come on.”
SUPERNATURAL IS OVER. WE’RE FINE. IS ANYONE INJURED!?
KNOCK TWICE IF YOU’RE DEAD
come on, don’t be a pouter
guys I found a clue
I have been waiting for this moment my entire life
oh mY god
dragging this around my dash will be interesting.
"What the hell kind of clue is homestuck porn"
Maybe Sam really wants to go to Disneyland, but is to proud to admit that so he says it in an ironically way hoping Dean figures it out
They’d been driving longer than Dean originally thought. It had been — what, mid-morning when they escaped from the hospital? Something like that… but now, as the older brother glanced out the window, the sky was already darkening a little. The time read 5:06 already, and the hunter shook his head, looking out again.
"But we’re still gonna try," he replied quietly, shifting and fixing his eyes to stare straight ahead. As a flashing sign caught his eye, he turned his head again, lips pressed together as he pulled over. "See, a nice motel, kay? We’re gonna be fine, Sammy. Just try an’ get some rest here."
Sam rolled his eyes. “Fine.” He watched the sky, trying to keep his thoughts from wandering down the road he knew they were going to go down anyway. It was only a matter of time before he wasn’t going to be able to take it anymore.
"We can try, Dean, but the second you make that deal I’m leaving. And I’ll kill anything that tries to get in my way of killing the demon that holds your stupid deal, even if it kills me. Because dammit, Dean, stop sacrificing yourself for your family." He snapped, not looking at his brother but knowing exactly what his brother would try to do.
"Deal?" Dean hadn’t survived as a hunter this long without being a good liar, but with the man that knew him best in the world, it was always harder. Always. Meaning he’d done it before, and he’d probably do it again. "Sam, last time I made a demon deal, it triggered the friggin’ Apocalypse. We’re gonna get through this without any help from those slimy, red-eyed bastards, ya hear?"
He pretended to not hear his own blood pounding in his ears, and killed the engine, stepping out of the car and going round to meet Sam on his side. Crutches they could get hold of in the morning. For now, his brother would be hopping.
Sam rolled his eyes and got himself out of the car without Dean’s help. “Whatever.” He snapped, frustrated with Dean. After what happened last time, he was going to lie to Sam again?! He leaned against the car and closed the door. “Are you going to help me or am I going to fall on my ass?”
Sam started moving toward the front of the car. He tripped, caught himself, tripped, caught himself. He was too tired and too moody to care about being a dick. “Do us both a favor and stop lying.” He mumbled.
*whispers* i got a new laptop
*screeches* IT HAS WINDOWS EIGHT THOUGH GOD FUCKING DAMMIT.
Samandriel huffed tiredly, rolling his eyes and swishing a bit in the water. “If you bring it up later, I think I’ll feel bad about it.” He smiled a bit, watching the man carefully as a fuzzy warmth settled in his chest and worked its way out.
"Plus, it isn’t entirely my fault. I haven’t had much time nor the need to practice." A yawn fell from his lips as he rubbed at his eyes.
Sam made sure Samandriel’s hair was slick before dumping shampoo into it. “Yeah yeah yeah, excuses excuses. Gives us an excuse to practice, doesn’t it?” He chuckled, bringing the bubbles down to Samandriel’s shoulders.
"I never said it was your fault. I’ll take the blame for this one."