Rebooted Sam Winchester
•Not new to RP
•Literate & descriptive
—Trigger warnings
•Seeking mains and storylines
•Ships with Dean, Castiel, Ruby, or chem
•Multi ship —> Single ship (with great chemistry)
•Selective
•Face of Γ #ᴸᴱᵡ 」
RT!
@venandimonstrum “Actually, my stomach hasn’t growled in quite a while, thank you.” The younger huffs, making himself a sandwich, before going to sit next to his sister. “Have you even t r i e d healthy things? They taste good!”
@BlazeNovak85 He nods his head, conceding to her point that everyone needed a little fun sometimes. It’s only after she speaks again that his lips form a smile, eyes flicking up to meet hers again. “What kind?”
@HopeFromAHunter The younger Winchester cannot help a smirk forming on his lips; considering it a bit of payback for the few times it had happened the other way around. Watching his brother scramble to get dressed, Sam raises his eyebrows; then turning to look back at Mari. "Maybe we should go —
@thelone_lostboy — the bunker, nor the Impala.
After eyeing him a moment longer, Sam nods his head once, stepping toward him. "Looks worse than it is." The words are mumbled quietly. "Hopefully won't need too many stitches if any at all."
@thelone_lostboy The younger Winchester pauses as he looks to the male, a bit apprehensive of how he does not even look surprised that Sam is injured. There's a little voice in the back of his mind, telling him he should not accept the gesture; however, he was already weak and nowhere near —
@iustusvenandi Sam sends his sister his infamous 'bitch-face' look as she always liked to call it, only then nodding his head in defeat. "Yeah, I guess it is getting to be time for a haircut. Not too short though." He warns her, pointing toward her.
@BadaxxBlonde His eyes meet hers as she turns back to meet his gaze, flickering down once and then back up to lock his gaze in with hers. "What does it have to do with, then?" He asks, just as softly.
@NoviceHuntress He sends another light smirk her way, raising his shoulders into a shrug; bringing the beer bottle to his lips to take a quick drink. "Alright, if you say so."
He's been awake since 3:50 this morning. Nightmares, unable to get back to sleep. A random bug crawling on him; normally it would not bug him, but when he was already on edge from a nightmare, it did not help things.
He finally gave up on sleeping, instead going to the library.
{I’m having a few drinks tonight. I will hopefully be back to celebrate Sam’s birthday when I’m in a bit of a better mood; I’m not doing great currently.}