Tag: sam winchester

vennstiel:

thatpadaleckipayne:

themegalosaurus:

Sam you HUGE NERD ♥♥♥ (10×03)

But can you imagine an AU with Sam as a crossroads demon?  And he’s so particularly anal about his summons that he won’t budge for anything but perfection even when he’s already been summoned?  He’ll just hover in the bushes and scream out proper pronunciation and ritual procedures until he deems them fit and then he’ll walk out all smooth and sleek like “Was that really that hard, illiterate asshole?  Now what the fuck do you want?”

THE SPIN OFF I NEVER KNEW I WANTED

Source: themegalosaurus

adorablejared:

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.

Do you have any headcanons about Sam and magic?

semirahrose:

OH, DO I? (Spoiler: I do.) These are not gonna read like a story with continuity but like an explosion of plot bunnies that are all near and dear to my charred and empty heart and frolic freely in the garden of my mind:

  • Okay but: tiny Sam using magic unaware for the first time when he’s a kid. He has a “bad dream” about Dean and John getting in trouble with a giant black dog-thing and Dean almost getting hurt, but something protects Dean and keeps the creature from causing him harm. Sam doesn’t know about hunting at all, so he just assumes the whole thing was a weird dream.
  • Consider: psychic!witch!Sam. Twice the ability to protect and get in trouble! Twice the reason for his family to look at him like he’s a particular dangerous piece of moldy bread.
  • BBC MERLIN AU WITH SAM IN THE ROLE OF MERLIN? ♥
  • No wait. Crossover. Sam and Merlin would be such great friends. My sassy, suffering children.
  • It’s very, very hard to imagine John being okay with Sam practicing any kind of witchcraft/magic, so how about: AU where Sam grows up with Bobby and sometimes Rufus. He devours literally all the books. Even though he doesn’t really go hunting with John and Dean, he does everything he can to make sure they’re protected.
  • Obligatory SamMax canon AU: Max teaches Sam witchcraft and also flirting with guys. *wink wink nudge nudge know what I mean?*
  • Sam as promising witch being taken in and mentored by Rowena, who is vocally critical of his way too nice way of practicing the craft but secretly respects the ever-living stuffing out of his skills and thinks it’s a shame he’s not willing to kill people, because he’d be a force to be reckoned with in her circles. 
    • “Sam, Darling, won’t you join my mega-coven?”
      *Sam, probably curing cancer or something* “….No.”
  • Patrick the Poker Witch taking Sam in and teaching him his trade. Yum, Immortal Poker Witch!Sam. Patrick was awesome. Seriously. I loved him. I totally headcanon he and Sam stay in contact and that’s why Sam’s so good with all those spells. For sure.
  • Hermit witch!Sam as hunter resource who gives no shits about what the hunting community thinks about him but is actually highly respected (after probably about a decade of Sam being ostracized) and sought out.
  • Witch!Sam’s magical animal shelter don’t say it ain’t so. Animals everywhere. Piles of them. Oodles and bunches. Fur everywhere. Happy Sam.

I have tons of witch!Sam headcanons and many lovely people have shared theirs, and I archive them all here. And there’s also a witch!Sam tag for lovely art and aesthetics and gifs by people. ♥

babybrotherdean:

He’s insane. He’s absolutely fucking insane, and Sam’s going to be killed because of it.

Dean feels like he’s being torn apart, watching as Michael uses his hands to pump Sam full of more grace-tinted blood. Dean’s lost track of how long this has been going on- time is strange, when he’s not in control of his own body, and Michael shuts him out sometimes, too- but it doesn’t matter. It could’ve been five minutes, and that would still be too long for Sam to be tied to a chair and experimented on by some freak of an archangel.

He’s been fighting since the get-go, struggling against Michael’s hold, but for the most part, it feels like his strength has been sapped from him. Michael acknowledges him, on occasion, but mostly for offhanded mockery- he’s damn smug about the fact that he’s in control, especially since capturing Sam, and Dean- Dean’s desperate. Especially now, as Michael’s plans for today’s session slowly come to light.

“You should be strong enough now.” He says this with Dean’s mouth as he starts to undo Sam’s restraints. Sam’s visibly tense, and doesn’t seem to trust it for a second. Dean’s confused and angry. “To protect yourself, hm? It’ll be fascinating to see what you can do.”

Once Sam’s been freed from his binds, Michael steps back, casual as he walks towards the door. Dean doesn’t know what’s waiting behind it- Michael’s kept this a surprise for him, too- but when he pulls it open, and there’s a young woman waiting, smiling slow and easy-

Her fangs come out as Michael beckons her forward. “He’s all yours. Good look, Mira.”

Vampire. She doesn’t waste any time in going for Sam, and Dean’s forced to watch in horror as his brother scrambles to respond. Sam is completely unarmed, exhausted, unfed- he doesn’t stand a chance. What the hell is Michael trying to do?“

Michael, for his part, offers no response. He simply leans against the wall, arms crossed over his chest as he watches the fight that starts. Dean tries to force him to do something, to interfere- what good are all these experiments if he’s just going to kill his subject, anyways?- but Michael is unaffected.

Despite everything, Sam is holding his ground. He’s a damn good fighter, everything else aside, and despite himself, Dean feels a small bit of pride as he watches. Sam keeps distance between himself and the vampire, and when she gets close, he uses his size to his advantage, keeping her from getting her teeth into him. The way his eyes are darting around, he must be searching for something to use; anything with an edge sharp enough to kill her. Dean’s doing the same and comes up short; the room is bare but for the chair Sam’s just risen from, and it’s hardly got any edges on it at all.

“You know,” Michael says, sounding absent and unconcerned, “there’s more than one way to kill a vampire.”

Abruptly, Dean’s hit with visions of Michael’s other experiments- the burned-out eyes, the pile of corpses. It doesn’t make sense when Sam’s the one fighting, unless-

Does he really think that those injections have given Sam the power to smite people?

Insane. He’s insane, and Sam’s going to suffer for it.

Sam’s noticed the chair, too. For a lack of any other options, he’s grabbed it, using it now to keep the vampire away. He smashes it against the floor hard enough to splinter the wood, and it leaves him with a messy stake- good enough for Bram Stoker, maybe, but not for real life. Not for protecting himself against this thing.

“It’ll be too bad if you die here,” Michael hums. “A disappointment, really. I’m sure Dean will be upset, too. Won’t you?”

The last bit is directed inwards, and Dean throws himself against the wall, desperate to get through. To do something; to save his brother the way every part of his mind is begging him to. Michael’s control almost falters, enough to twitch forward towards the fight, but-

Her neck. Sam’s jammed the thing right into her neck. It won’t kill her, but it’ll definitely slow her down, and he repeats the motion more than once. There’s blood. She’s screaming. Sam’s getting desperate, and Dean thinks, for a moment, he catches a faint sort of glow, a hint of blue-

It takes four or five tries, but Sam’s brutal, messy solution proves to be enough. The vampire drops to the ground with her head nearly separated from her body, and the makeshift stake joins her, gory and blunt. Sam’s panting hard for breath, unsteady on his feet, and Dean wants to cry. Wants to go to him, more than anything.

Michael hums again, and he straightens himself up off the wall. If Dean’s resistance has bothered him, he makes no indication. “Disappointing,” he says simply, and then turns to leave the room without another word.

Dean screams and shouts and fights with all he has, but it’s no use. Sam is, once again, left alone. There’s no telling what Michael will force on him next.

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