Movie posters allowing the audience to view of both the female characters’ chest and butt whilst male characters get to face the camera and be all “manly”….
And then there is
Sam. Fucking. Winchester!
Inpsiration from @deathpoolquinn
I’m honestly baffled the SPN fandom never discussed this. It was the first thing I noticed. Unless they discussed this in LiveJournal, I never had an account.
Oh now I remember why, they kept waiting for Sam to use the curvy knife.
Well, that fits with the “Sam=female storyline” thing SPN has had going on since the start. This pic has always seemed weird to me, but I couldn’t figure it out until I saw it against all those other posters.
AU where John Winchester loved his boys just a little bit less and put them up for adoption and they were raised in a healthy, functional home.
They’re good boys. Mischievous, too smart for their own good, scrappy, practically attached at the hip, but good boys. Dean had a hard time adjusting at first, nonverbal and nightmare-ridden from post-traumatic stress, prone to panic attacks when alone, but their adopted parents found the best child psychiatrist they could afford and in time he began to heal, began to break out of his shell. Even when he wasn’t talking his empathy was remarkable, and as he’s grown a whip-smart analytical intellect developed to supplement it.
Dean remembers their birth parents like looming figures seen through smoke, but Sam, Sam grew up in this life, and their adoptive family is the only one he’s ever known. He has a rebellious streak a mile wide and it frustrates no one in the world more than it does Dean (still prone to hovering over or trailing behind him with a dreamlike missive ringing in his ears like the last audible echoes of a scream – Look out for Sammy), but he’s smart and strong and driven, independent and devoted all at once. He has these fits at times, though, and Dr Margaret (now the family psychiatrist) calls them rage attacks but they feel like blisters of thick oil growing and bursting inside him from gut to teeth. Over time he learns to swallow them down til he can go somewhere quiet, like the creek where the brothers chased frogs barefoot and shot BBs at old cans, to give in to the festering dark where he can’t hurt anyone else. Everyone knows sweet, sweet Sammy is the one with the temper. It gets chalked up to adolescence but he knows damned well it’s always been this way and probably always will.
They love to spar. Dean’s fondness of sports shooting tapers off in favour of wrestling and team sports (he loves the rush and competition but not so much the hurting-people part), while Sam is kind of scary good at Krav Maga once he finds a trainer for it (the discipline does him good).
At eighteen Dean is buried in scholarship offers – engineering, business, sports, he has heart and brains and beauty enough that the sky’s the limit – but passes up the Big Important Offers for the chance to stay in town close to home. Maybe he’ll do MIT later on but he just wants to stretch out his time close to family as long as he can. That’s where he’s happy. That’s where he’s safe.
(And, Sam suspects, it might also have something to do with wanting to stay near that one friend he’s been so close to since junior high. He’s been placing bets with himself on when his brother will nut up and ask the guy out for years.)
He takes a summer job as a volunteer firefighter. He has a panic attack the first time he has to go in. Even though Dean’s too old to see Dr Margaret as a patient she helps him through it, helps him overcome, but he decides discretion is the better part of valour. The family supports him in quitting as much as they did when he took the job: “You already saved me from the fire,” Sam tells him, “you don’t have to prove anything.”
Two years later Sam cashes in on his bet. Mom and Dad are a little shocked but Eric’s been like a third son for so long that when he comes over for dinner with Dean and they’re lacing fingers together instead of trading playful punches it’s just another layer of family, just another kind of love.
One year later Sam nearly hyperventilates over his acceptance letter from Stanford. It’s a full ride though their parents would have put up all they could afford and help shoulder his loans even if it wasn’t. Dean’s heart breaks a little, but Sam’s joy is like wildfire and they promise to visit each other even though Palo Alto is so far away. They make good on it, trading off driving (Dean) or flying (Sam) on breaks, keeping tabs in email and, later on, Skype. Sam brings a girl home with him for Dean’s graduation. They all love Jess, of course, instantly, and she’s instrumental in talking Dean into going after his MSE after all. Dean starts placing bets with himself on how long it’ll take til she’s wearing a ring.
They were good boys, and they become good men. Stalwart, too clever for their own good, not so attached at the hip anymore but still close, still mischievous, but good men. Dean soaks up love and radiates it back into everything he does and everyone he knows. Sam harnesses the dark inside him and turns it into a driving passion to do good and right wrongs, and doggedly ignores the nightmares that seem to come out of nowhere – Jess is there to soothe him when he wakes. Neither of them are marksmen, neither have Latin chants memorised; they don’t fear the night or the fire, nor go looking for trouble in them.
So when Azazel comes for Sam six months after his twenty-third birthday none of them are prepared to put up a fight.
One Small Kiss, Pulling Away For An Instant, Then Devouring Each Other
@ladylilithprime deserves co-author credit for this one as I’m just developing this into fic.
Visiting the bar became more frequent for Sam, now that he had Cas to use for cover. Castiel was very happy to have him there – sitting close together, the occasional casual touch, Anna would probably call Castiel an idiot but he would gladly take what he could get.
Right now, Sam was off playing a game of darts with Dean against some visiting friends of theirs, Ellen and Jo Harvelle. Castiel had chosen to stay at the table to make sure no one took it. He regretted that when Becky came walking up to him. “Sam’s busy.”
“I know. You don’t interrupt him when he’s in a game of darts against Jo Harvelle. I wanted to talk to you.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. You and Sam are weird! Sam never lets anyone sit close like that, even when they’ve got a bunch of friends visiting, except Dean. And you know, I know they’re brothers so it would never happen, but if I didn’t know they were brothers I’d think there was something else going on there. I mean, everyone knows Sam’s bi, and there are a lot of people who think Dean is too he just won’t admit it for some screwed-up reason.”
A shout from Jo drew Castiel and Becky’s attention. Lisa had just showed up and interrupted the game to plant a kiss on Dean. Becky smirked. “And then there’s Dean’s thing for Lisa. They really need to just get together already, don’t you think?”
“I think when and if Dean and Lisa get together is entirely up to the two of them, and that my opinion of the matter is completely irrelevant.”
“Whatever. So why does Sam let you so close to him?” Becky asked.
Sam sat close to Castiel because it helped keep clueless people from coming over and hitting on either one of them. Sam acted in a way that would cause people to assume they were together so that people would make that assumption. Therefore, Castiel didn’t hesitate to tell Becky, “There is something happening with Sam and me. We are not brothers.” It wasn’t exactly the truth, but it wasn’t a lie, either. Castiel had fallen in love with Sam in his not-quite year on Earth, and Sam… Castiel wasn’t certain whether it was wishful thinking or truth that Sam seemed to enjoy the excuse to act like boyfriends as much as he did.
Becky pouted. “No fair. I saw him first!”
Castiel scowled at her. He’d never liked Becky, but this sort of petulance was pushing it into active hate. “It’s not about who saw him first. It’s about who Sam chooses to be with that matters, and he has made it very clear that he does not choose to be with you. If he chooses to be with me, you have no right to interfere, and I’m certainly not enough of a fool to say no and attempt to force him to choose you instead just because you ‘saw him first’.”
A gasp drew both of their attention. Sam was standing right there. “Cas?”
“Sam. Becky was…”
Sam stared at Castiel, and then moved to press a soft kiss to his lips. He pulled back. “Is this okay?”
“Yes. Very.” Castiel pulled him back into a much stronger kiss.
Hope you are all staying nice and warm and cozy on this fine Saturday Morning!
This week’s Sammy Saturday is dedicated to my incredible, wonderful, talented, hilarious and badass Soul Sister @wheresthekillswitch. Sammy and I are sending you good kick-ass vibes today, babes. Love you!
I would love to see a filler episode of Supernatural that revolves around a day in the life of Sam Winchester doing research for a case and burning out as he’s working through mental health issues, so he goes for a walk as a distraction to clear his head. Throughout the episode, you see him interacting with random towns folks: helping an older lady with her groceries, having coffee with a truck driver he’s interviewing, holding jump rope for a group of kids who marvel at how tall he is, asking permission to pet someone’s dog who comes up to him and he can barely contain his smile. All these interactions link together to help Sam cope while simultaneously solving the current mystery. At the end of the day he’s exhausted but feels slightly better and his clear head helps him piece together the clues, it ends with him calling Dean, “Hey Dean, so get this-”.
I know it’s probably a hopless dream, but if the situation with Jack don’t end with Sam accepting who he is and realizing that he never had the chance to use his own powers for good for his own and without people manipulating him and calling him a monster then what’s the point of it?
Like Sam I love you so stop telling others in the same situation as you they can be something you don’t belive you yourself can be. Self reflect on the thing you keep telling people like Jack and other monsters and people with powers and belive it for yourself to.
Like here you have a person who’s powers come from Lucifer himself and rivals god and you can’t belive that your own much more down to earth phsychic and demonic abilities can do some good?
Karate, SPN Demonic Octopus Guardian 