I Wish I Was Normal

Got a Job?   You can tell me anything.   My name is Sam Winchester.

I'm a hunter and a freak. Please. I just want a normal life. Make it quick.

((This is an Independent Sam W. RP Blog; means I don't own anything. My Dean is watchingoutforsam))

sparseparsley:

Oh God yes, beat that wood, Sam. Beat it like a butter churn.

(Source: goodworkzombiearm, via padaleckisprestigiouspenis)

— 1 month ago with 1744 notes
andlatitude:

“This is real. I’m real.”
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Anonymous request: Dean hugging Sam - hiding Sam’s face in his neck so Sam can’t see Lucifer.

andlatitude:

“This is real. I’m real.”

Anonymous request: Dean hugging Sam - hiding Sam’s face in his neck so Sam can’t see Lucifer.

(via suddenlyimmr-sex)

— 1 month ago with 1417 notes

Here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.                                                                            Crossed out.           Clumsy hands in a dark room. Crossed out. There is somethingunderneath the floorboards.                   Crossed out.

Here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.
                                                                            Crossed out.
           Clumsy hands in a dark room. Crossed out. There is something
underneath the floorboards.
                   Crossed out.

(via suddenlyimmr-sex)

— 1 month ago with 558 notes

alittledeviant:

watchingoutforsam:

theprotectedwinchester:

Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’ll leave. /He responds, gritting his teeth and avoiding looking at them/

… -flushes even more, freeing himself quickly and turning his face away- … No, no ti’s alright Sam…We…We were just talking about you.. -damns himself for saying that and punches his inner-self- ….

You can join us - I mean… We are just talking nothing you could interrupt - Right Jackson?

-smirks a little wider- Oh, please do join us. -glances at Dean and tries not to grin anymore then he already is- Exactly. Just…talking.

Oh….well, I guess I will.

/he turns back around, watching them closely, a little suspicious and hurt as he sits on the other bed corner, away from them/

So…talking, huh?

— 1 month ago with 40 notes