selective mute!sam and amazing older brother!dean developing their own sign language and system of nonverbal communication
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au’s that exist somewhere // witch!Sam
Nobody knows anything about him.
He was a rare and unknown kind of witch. Legend has it that he is the strongest healer that they have ever come across. Then there are those who have seen him kill with the snap of his fingers. After all, he wouldn’t be the first Winchester to use their powers for evil.
Those who have supposedly encountered him don’t ever speak of him. They say that they can feel his intense hazel eyes watching their every move. It wasn’t stalking, however- the intense gaze was warm, and protective. His presence was a warm, comforting blanket for the small town.
There was always hushed whispering of Sam Winchester sprinkled throughout the town. No matter where you go, you can’t escape it.
In a tiny cabin hidden in the woods is where he presides. He watches over the people, keeping them safe from any sort of danger. Even from people like him.
For many years to come, he will continue to protect the strange people of this tiny little town. Nobody truly expects him to come out of his cabin- but there is still that anticipation laced throughout the town. The anticipation of possibly finding the Sam Winchesters walking among them- while they don’t know what he looks like, they know his presence.
The only thing that the townspeople can do is wait.
INKTOBER | DAY 6
i asked for some prompts on twitter, and one of the ones i received was “the impala as a dragon” so i came up with a little spn medieval fantasy au! grumpy little sam is probably my favorite
(i’m using dragon as a blanket term btw)
I forgot to upload this.
@oldhunterboner‘s commission from like 84 years ago.
Briggs’d up some mountainy Riza. Post hair-chopping.
IT’S OCTOBER
It’s not October but I can’t not reblog this
I was actually shook
all i need is to remember, what it was to feel alive
14.01 coda || sam hasn’t slept in well over a day, and castiel tries to change that (this is probably largely @transsammywinchester‘s fault ¯_(ツ)_/¯)
word count: 1k
“Sam… you need sleep.”
A hand rests on his shoulder. “Wha–?” Sam stops staring at table and blinks slowly, focusing on Cas, who’s standing next to him and looking down at him with a concerned squint. He hasn’t really moved since Cas went to check on Jack. “Oh. Is my mom making you do this?”
Castiel tilts his head to the side a little and smiles. “Well, I did pass her in the hall and she did ask me to convince you, yes. But I would have tried anyway.”
“Oh.” Sam holds up the now room temperature bottle of beer against his eye to avoid looking at Cas directly. “How about we try to take care of you first?”
“Sam. Going by your mother’s concern and the absolute exhaustion radiating off of you, you haven’t slept in well over a day.”
“And going off of the blood that is not only dried on your shirt but also your face, you look like shit and need to be cleaned up.” Castiel stares at him defiantly. “Look, you let me do that and then I’ll… try to sleep?“
The Magnus Effect – When a small amount of spin is added to a dropped object, the object moves forward
SO COOL
P H Y S I C S
I’ve watched this too many times .
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