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#Boy King Sam Winchester
the-gray-ghosty · 11 months
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quinneleanor · 1 year
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Boy King!Sam fic I highly recommend:
And So Awakens Devils by Concernedlily (Sam/Dean, 58k+)
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"He doesn’t have the first clue – how do you even start to process something like that? Yeah, Sam seems different to him now, erratic and weird and wielding his power over these demons more easily than Dean likes to see, but he hasn’t seemed evil. Dean doesn’t know how to fix that up, finally, with the certain knowledge that he’s done – is doing – evil things. Back in Boston, he’d been able to kid himself that maybe Sam was sitting around somewhere giving orders to get things done but turning a blind eye to how, and that would have been bad, but not as bad as learning that his hands are dripping in blood, that he’s personally given the orders for who’s got to die and when, if not going out there and doing it himself. He has no idea how Sam is working this out in his head, how he’s making it okay to himself."
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Posted all the way back on 12/31/2007, this fanfic deals with Sam literally ending the world and ushering the apocalypse to bring Dean back from Hell. This story has that delicious flavor of the early seasons, perfect characterization, and a Sam that’s just so hopelessly down a dark path. Oh, and Sam’s so stupidly in love with Dean. Absolutely lovely. Dean here is just trying to make the best of the fucked up world around him. Their romance floats from bromance to romance in a way that’s organic and realistic. You have to read this one!
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forestcat000 · 2 months
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Boy king of hell Sam does something to me, like feral baby boy king of hell.
Sam with a crown of thorns
Sam who's eyes glow yellow when his emotions get intense
Sam whos lips are stained red from the demon blood he's constantly chugging
Sam who has big black wings
Sam who's veins pulse and turn yellow when he used his powers
Sam who has tiny but incredibly jagged fangs that will cut you to the room
Anyways I was bored so boy king of hell Sam design headcanon thing.
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anundyingfidelity · 2 months
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fanfiction is not enough, i need him to come to my place and fuck me
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inbredbrotherhood · 6 months
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Sam oscillates so seamlessly between prey animal and predator. Sam is a lamb but he’s also the wolf, Sam is the fawn in the same way he’s the hunting dog and every iteration of Sam — every time he is prey or predator, he encapsulates that perfectly. The perfect victim or the perfect killer.
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majordemonblockparty · 2 months
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au where sam goes along with the demon blood drinking 'cause he figures if anyone can grant clemency in hell, it oughta be the boy king of the fucking place.
cue full-on yellow-eyed juiced-up rightful prince of hell sam winchester who has spent the past four months picturing how he'll pour into the depths of hell with legions of demons and hellhounds at his beck and call to break his brother out of whatever implement of torture he's been strung up in... except that when he gets there, dean's unbound, unfettered, up on his own two feet with a knife in his hand, and doesn't even notice sam right away. he's dialed in, laser-focused on peeling back the skin of what might've once been a person with all the care of a shearer going after a sheep, everything from his face (oh, god, his face, his dear face; last time sam saw that face he was nailing pine boards over top of it after he'd closed the eyelids and wiped it free of blood and salt and kissed that cold, still mouth and--) to his bare feet spattered in abattoir-floor gore.
(in the end, sam's never entirely sure how he gets dean's attention -- whether he calls his name, or chokes on a sound trying to be words, or if something inside him deeper than a soul screams out for dean -- but there's a knife in dean's hand and blood on the blade when he turns to sam.)
dean just stares at him for a second, that still, cool, animal look he gets sometimes on a hunt; all predator, 'yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil for I am the meanest sonovabitich in the valley' kind'a look that makes the hair at sam's nape stand on end. then dean's face contracts all at once -- eyes narrow, lip curls, jaw tightens -- as he turns on his heel and flings his knife into the chest of the -- man? demon? demon, gotta be; nothing still human wears a face like that -- standing just out of arm's reach.
"thought we had an agreement," dean snaps, gravel-scrape low at the bottom of his register, like he's been sick but won't admit it for weeks on end. (or screaming. like he's been screaming, a lot, for weeks. or months, maybe. but maybe not; sam's been wrong before.) "no more projections, no more games. we agreed."
the demon puts his hand to the hilt of dean's knife, still buried in his chest cavity, and sam can't have that, can't have an armed demon within throwing distance of deandeandeandeandean, and all he has to do is think about it -- not even really think, not anything so complicated as holding the words or the image of it in his brain; just the intention behind the thought is enough to send the knife jerking out of the demon's grasp and slapping handle-first into sam's open palm.
the demon doesn't laugh, exactly, but his face stretches into what might be the memory of a grin; all teeth, no smile. "we did, and I have not thus far reneged on our agreement, boy. if I'm not mistaken, that's the genuine article; sam winchester, in the flesh. and what pretty flesh it is, too. goddamned succulent."
"hey!" dean barks, "knock it off." that habitual, spine-up, big brother voice that's been part of sam's life since before he can remember. "quit talking about his fucking... flesh." he says 'flesh' in a tone people usually reserve for words like 'fascism' and 'gangrene' and sam's chest aches for the dean-ness of it.
for a second, like a hologram or a magic-eye puzzle, sam sees dean. dean disarticulated, splayed out like a frog pinned to a dissection board, chest cut open, organs scooped out and toyed with and put back wrong. bones rent from their joints, eyes ripped from their sockets, fingers broken one knuckle at a time, nails torn from their beds in a bloody little pile. pieces cut off and waiting for their white waxed paper wrappers; bloody red pieces of flank, ribs, leg, shoulder.
"dean."
(he doesn't say his brother's name so much as he breathes it, horror and relief and delight and longing all shading his tone.)
the look on dean's face is like missing the bottom step of the staircase in the dark. he looks at sam like he hasn't seen him in a hundred years. he looks at sam like he saw him yesterday, the very last thing he saw, sam's face inches from his when his pupils blew out, the fine muscles inside his eye relaxing as his brain and heart and lungs all stopped working.
"sam?"
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angel-ghoul444 · 1 month
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⛥ the boy with the demon blood ౨♱ৎ
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boykingofhellsam · 9 months
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I refuse to believe Sam doesnt have a demon fanclub.
Like imagine a small group of demons fangirlimg over the boyking of hell. Jealous that meg possessed him and that ruby is a demon sam trusts. Like imagine them trying to find sam and they make it a competion on how many times they can get exorcised by sam -it stops when they starting using the knife.
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fbruaryshowers · 2 months
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sometimes i think about how sam used to pray
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andyevej · 1 year
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they say the devil looks like me
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quinneleanor · 2 years
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Losing my Religion by Quinn_Eleanor.
6.6.22
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dean definitely kept sam’s baby teeth.
he probably pulled some out himself. laid one hand on the side of sam’s neck, his thumb pushed up under his jaw to keep him steady but also as a sign of reassurance.
he’d dig his fingers in but hold himself back from moving the pad of his thumb along his brother’s tongue and lips.
“good boy sammy” when he managed to pull the stubborn bastard out. he’d make sure sam put it under his pillow and that the tooth fairy rewarded him heavily for it.
he’d put the teeth in a little plastic bag and carry them around for years. neither john or sam any wiser about it.
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runraerun · 4 months
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I’m no Sam girl by any stretch of the imagination BUT I can and will admit that Sam’s ships FUCK
Samwena?! Iconic. Sexy. Size difference. Mommy. Soul mates except destined to kill her??? Tragic and delicious. give it to me.
Samifer?? Toxic. Sexy. Deranged. Possessive. Filthy. So so so unhealthy. Ship that makes me want to 🚬🚬🚬. They should get married, I love it.
Sam/Eileen?! The softest, sweetest, gentlest endgame for a happily ever after that there ever was. She’s a spitfire and the most well adjusted hunter—perfect middle ground for Sam’s wanting a normie life but also accepting the burden of being a hunter. Perfection.
Sam’s ships truly have it all🙏 happy for y’all.
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mishoru · 1 year
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emiko-matsui · 2 years
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i can't stop thinking about that guy who ran the boys home dean went to. like this kid shows up on your doorstep covered in bruises who was abandoned by his dad for shoplifting dinner (out of necessity) and won't talk about it outside of making witty sarcastic jokes. this kid is finally warming up to the idea of having a home and maybe being loved (liked?) but then the aforementioned dad shows up without a word and there's like a nine year old in the backseat and you can see this kid's entire personality change as he soldiers back into the car and then you never see him again. i would've gone insane i would've been on my deathbed wondering if that kid survived his teens
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