Independent roleplay blog for Sam Winchester from the TV show Supernatural.

Created 23/05/2014 still a work in progress.

I currently don't own a laptop or computer. When I get on one, I borrow it from a family member. I also have a full time job that I have to get up at stupid o'clock in the morning for. So replies are and will be mainly on the weekends on my phone or on a laptop I've borrowed.




sam - the great escapist

 Aug 21st -  6065 notes - Reblog  - via / source
 sam;  

"But, but you’re brothers!"

 Aug 21st -  1378 notes - Reblog  - via / source

Your muse sees mine up for sale at an auction. How much would your muse pay to buy them and why?

ask-bloody-fundanny:

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 Aug 21st -  14026 notes - Reblog  - via / source

It’s August… It’s summer… We JUST had a heatwave… I woke up to frost on the car this morning… Wtf?

 Aug 20th -  1 notes - Reblog

I just love huntedandhauntedbysatan, okay? They are amazing at what they do, and such a sweet person. Love on them for me because I know they don’t believe me when I say it. Such an amzing rper, both ic and ooc

 Aug 20th -  2 notes - Reblog  - via 
[text] Killed anyone? What? I'm staying with Eric

princeofrussia

princeofrussia:

huntedandhauntedbysatan:

[text] Ah, that explains the lack of slaughter. I’m coming over, I’ll be there in a few hours.

He gave up stalking the deer through the forest and made his way back to the car. Hopping in he turned the car around and made his way to Shreveport.

"But it’s disgusting,” he complains, rolling back onto his stomach. He didn’t want to admit that he had missed Sam but he had. Terribly. The big stupid idiot. He huffs and gives up trying to grab his phone off him. “Erik brings humans. He always smacks me around the back to the head to make sure I don’t drink too much.”

"I know that. It’s why I don’t even have a preference in type. It’s all disgusting. But it’s hard, once I’ve had a drop of human blood it becomes harder." and he couldn’t keep living with the guilt that came with not being able to stop. He put the phone down next to Alexei and picked up his Tru Blood. "I’m glad you’re letting him look after you. I’ve missed you. You worry me when you’re gone." he admitted before gulping up his drink as fast as he could so he wouldn’t have to taste it too much.

 Aug 18th -  12 notes - Reblog  - via / source

slutpadalecki:

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 Aug 18th -  4504 notes - Reblog  - via / source
 sam;  
[text] Killed anyone? What? I'm staying with Eric

princeofrussia

princeofrussia:

huntedandhauntedbysatan:

[text] Ah, that explains the lack of slaughter. I’m coming over, I’ll be there in a few hours.

He gave up stalking the deer through the forest and made his way back to the car. Hopping in he turned the car around and made his way to Shreveport.

"Ew why did you bring that stuff in here. Eric keeps real blood bagged up in the basement," He tells him, wrinkling his nose. Neither were fans of TruBlood, and Alexei outright refused to drink it. He pouts when his phone is stolen, reaching out and trying to grab it back. "My braincells are already dead idiot. My whole body is dead."

"Because I’m on a True Blood only diet. Hopefully this way and trailing wild animals I won’t slip up and kill someone." he said and held the phone as far away from Alexei as he could. "I would have handed it back if you’d asked nicely but now I’m tempted to soak it in my yummy drink."

 Aug 18th -  12 notes - Reblog  - via / source
[text] Killed anyone? What? I'm staying with Eric

princeofrussia

princeofrussia:

huntedandhauntedbysatan:

[text] Ah, that explains the lack of slaughter. I’m coming over, I’ll be there in a few hours.

He gave up stalking the deer through the forest and made his way back to the car. Hopping in he turned the car around and made his way to Shreveport.

Alexei was laid in Eric’s massive bed when he heard Sam pull up, and he had absolutely no intent of going down and getting him. The man knew how to open a door, and he wasn’t his slave. “I’m upstairs!” He yells, flipping over onto his back, holding his phone high above his head as he plays games.

Since Alexei didn’t even plan to come downstairs then Sam planned to make him wait. Besides he was thirsty anyway. Trailing wild animals when the urge to hunt got too much could only do so much. So he warmed himself up some trueblood and eventually went upstairs. He put the bottle down on the bedside table and sat down next to Alexei. Stealing his phone he said “Candycrush will kill your braincells.”.

 Aug 18th -  12 notes - Reblog  - via / source
[text] Killed anyone? What? I'm staying with Eric

princeofrussia

princeofrussia:

huntedandhauntedbysatan:

[text] Ah, that explains the lack of slaughter. I’m coming over, I’ll be there in a few hours.

He gave up stalking the deer through the forest and made his way back to the car. Hopping in he turned the car around and made his way to Shreveport.

[text] The house

[text] I’m not allowd to go to Fangtasia after last time.

[text] Not surprised. I’m on my way.

He set the phone down and set off again, pulling up outside Eric’s house five minutes later. He got out of the car door and slammed it shut but knew better then to wait for Alexei to open the front door to the house for him so he let himself in. “Guess opening the door for his guest is too below my prince of a brother.” he said loudly.

 Aug 18th -  12 notes - Reblog  - via / source
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