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movedtodykedvonte · 2 years

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Thoughts on Sammy’s Prophethood

Fandom treats Sammy like some fanatical weirdo like every other word was Bendy’s name. As funny as that interpretation is, like there is a reason Sammy lasted so long and had all those lost ones under his control.

I get the ideas that he could easily be a deranged cult leader that killed anyone who crossed him but you gotta remember he’s way out numbered by the lost ones and searchers. Sammy doesn’t seem manipulative in his preachings and would most likely do what he does whether they followed him or not. So it’s my understanding that they are willingly at his side. Allison directly states that Sammy keeps them tamed, meaning that before the whole cult thing they may have been feral or at least way more hostile than simply idly crying or moping about. Sammy is the prophet, their prophet and that makes Sammy a powerful entity when everyone but like 4 people are on his side and follow his every word. (Even the butcher gang attack Henry during the chapter 5 village battle) No one fucks with Sammy cause he’s both unhinged as fuck and he has like an army of a devoted congregation ready to swing on you the moment they feel you threaten them or him. Say what you will but I would not mess with him if I was aware of this like everyone down there already is. Of course, Malice still attacks him in BATDS cause he’s on her terf and she has the advantages of her machines and weapons and a gun.

I also feel like people get the type of prophet he is wrong, (even he does) which enforces the idea he gets no respect or has any leeway in the studio.

A prophet by definition speaks or conveys a message for a divine being, Sammy believing that Bendy is his divinity. We know this is not true by the way Bendy treats him, but if you have read DCTL, you know that the ink in general speaks to him and only him this way. No other character describes the ink with such adoration as Sammy does when infected by it; Malice hates it, Allison describes it as a nothingness before something and everyone else actively avoids touching it. This implies the ink chose him and the ink itself is his divine entity… that he rejected. Sammy is a prophet, but has been following the wrong denomination essentially. so he’s a heretic but that’s a whole other can of worms. Of course, he can’t appease someone he was never meant to serve! Sammy is meant to be a seer but acts as a servant. The ink in the book wants him to sacrifice, to spread itself and it’s influence to as many “non-believers” as possible. Sammy in game disregards it, instead honoring one of its machinations, like a golden calf situation read the Bible to get this reference kids.

Even if he is wrong, the ink still chose him and a lot of the ink creatures know not to mess with things the demon or the ink favors. This kinda gets into headcanon and interpretation territory but it’s heavily implied Bendy doesn’t directly control the ink. He can pass through it and is more resistant than it but he again is something born of it. He is a separate being at this point, somehow shambling about with out a soul despite the ink that is full of them. The demon scares everyone cause it can send you back, not because it has any real influences or power over anything down there. It just acts like it does. If this is the case, it makes sense that the ink still influences and controls some of the discretion of its followers. If it really did choose Sammy, and still believes that he can give it what it wants, than whose to say it doesn’t influence the others to follow its prophet? Sammy is devote to his cause, loyal and literally the only protector and being down their that treats them with a twinge of humanity and respect. Mix that with the ink telling you he is a seer than you get people who would follow whatever inane bullshit he spouts.

The other characters are locked into areas or have few allies. Malice stays hidden in heavenly toys, not even waking her own hall due to the threats. Tom Boris and Allison make camps and avoid all other ink creatures. The only ones that seem to travel around willingly are the searchers, butcher gang, lost ones and Sammy. You can call him stupid for it but I see it more as he knows he doesn’t have to worry about much else attack him… disregarding his lord and a few or the more feral butcher gang.

I just think too many people play up the groveling part of Sammy’s devotion when you have to remember how much he has control of down in the ink. That his focus was appeasing Bendy and helping his flock survive. He’s not a god nor invulnerable (Tom Boris made us very aware of that) but I do remember Joey saying he can presented as such over the domain he oversees.

Just like the music department, his congregation is his domain and it benefits him greatly that it is so scattered.

#Sammy isn’t as pathetic as people make him out to be #like do not forget he was ready to kill Joey near the end of DCTL and wanted to FIGHT GOD in chapter 5 #he doesn’t have a chip on his shoulder in game about it cause he probs sees it as a responsibility position and a task from his savior #also he just seems less abrasive as an ink person #hell even Tom wanting Henry to be quiet mean he did not want to alert the lost ones #If not for that one look out Allison and Tom would’ve been like WE NEED TO GO NOW WE KILLED THEIR CULT DAD #but alas the look out sent out kill bill sirens #like he’s being deceived by Joey and Bendy the ink fucks with him in like a good way #his homie I bet if he worshiped it directly he’d be a lot more terrifying #batim dctl #the illusion of living #batim #bendy and the dark revival #batdr #bendy and the ink machine #boris and the dark survival #batds #sammy lawerence #batim analysis #batim headcanons #Hepher coming out with the wildly different interpretations of canon from the fanon #Sammy’s cool and people fear him in universe was not the take you were expecting huh #he’d be dead otherwise realistically

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graceandtheidiotsquad · 1 year

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The Contraband Theory

Ok-I think I have a theory about WHY Henry and Sammy’s stuff is contraband-as seen in this post:

https://twitter.com/Bendy/status/1491773120436482052/photo/1

hear me out.

If Wilson is a big ol’ bullshitter like I and-probably a lot of us think he is, then-what if he’s trying to keep ANYTHING that could be associated with Henry and Sammy quiet? I mean think about it-Henry was presumably the ACTUAL Man to kill the ink demon at first, and Sammy’s allegiance to the demon if he isn’t free somehow could mean TROUBLE to the man who-you know-claims to have KILLED said demon. Either for revenge or trying to prove the ‘savior’ is in fact not dead and Wilson is full of bull-perhaps it could even be a reason for Sammy to ALLY with the player at one point if he’s still there-But if anyone found out ABOUT those two or what they had done-they might just start questioning Wilson’s power and I have a feeling he wouldn’t like that.

#batim #batim henry #batdr #batdr theory #bendy and the dark revival #bendy and the ink machine #henry stein #sammy lawerence #batdr wilson

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mad-hatter-ison · 2 years

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Day 5(ish) of Ink Demonth: Substitution

Based on a classic Alice Angel song by Or3o

#The Ink Demonth #Bendy and the Ink Machine #Alice Angel #Susie Dove Campbell #Sammy Lawerence #Allison Pendle

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squishyimps · 8 days

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Do I still do Batim stuffs?

I just like the way u draw the butcher gang members.

Little scrimblos :3

#sfw twords #tickle art #awesome anon atrocities #lee!wally franks #ler!sammy lawerence #ler!ink demon #lee!charley #batim tickles

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yungfunguss · 1 day

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Are people still BATIM fans? Look at my Sammy art boy... (little Bendy doodle underneath)

#cadettart #sammy lawrence #sammy batim #batim sammy #sammy lawerence batim #batim sammy lawerence #batim #bendy and the ink machine #batim bendy #bendy the dancing demon #bendy #traditional art #traditional drawing #traditional illustration #pen art #horror art #im a firm believer in gangly skinny sammy btw

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spotlightstudios · 1 year

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Sometimes I gotta trick myself into enjoying stuff. Like, sure, I no longer wish to be the responsible one and show up and work on things I'm not invested in. Then I think to myself smth like, "But imagine this is the start of your character introduction in a novel/tv show/game. Do you want to look like a background character, or do you want to be a cool side character?" And I begrudgingly move forward with my plans.

Seriously tho, the amount of times I've done this to myself lately is a little humorous.

#light's spot #the amount of times I've looked at #my cosplays and been like #'Yeah Sammy Lawerence was crazy #but at least he did his job even when he hated it'#or like #'I can't be a pkmn protag #without ambitions and a go-getter energy'#and it improves my day a bit lol #channeling my Sammy tonight and tomorrow to try and get through an event that #I stopped wanting to be responsible for #like 3 weeks back #I'm blaming this for my mild art-block :)

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testimonypops · 1 year

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I.. I finally get what pastra was trying to warn me……

#<-OBSESSED WITH SAMMY LAWERENCE

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sammylovesbendy · 2 months

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sammy lawerence is soooooooooo fine ahahah like omg love your bendy mask and the void behind it *fans self*

sex appeal at its finest

#batim #bendy and the ink machine #batdr #bendy and the dark revival #sammy lawrence

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gamequoteshowdown · 4 months

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Quote 1: “You don’t know a thing about love! That’s why your wife left you!” “…I’m gonna do violence to yah.” - Gramble Gigglefunny & Wambus Troubleham, Bugsnax

Quote 2: "Sheep, sheep, sheep, it's time for sleep. Rest your head, it's time for bed. In the morning, you may wake, or in the morning you'll be dead." - Sammy Lawerence, Bendy and the Ink Machine

Propaganda

Quote 1: These people have serious problems, but they’re scared to face them. Instead, they attach each other and focus on Bugsnax. - Submitter

Quote 2: When I read this in the submission form this legit sent a chill down my spine - Mod Chaos, don't eat glue

#polls #tournament poll #tournament polls #tumblr polls #bugsnax #batim

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an-idiot-in-a-suit · 12 days

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I’M TOO LAZY TO DRAW, BUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SAMMY LAWERENCE!!

#batim #batdr #bendy and the ink machine #bendy and the dark revival #batim sammy #sammy lawrence #batdr sammy

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wake-up-puppet-boy · 2 months

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Anyone else find the idea of Sammy from the Bendy games to be an ink clone tragic?

All you crave is to get your humanity back. So much so that you’re willing to do things that you find detestable. You and everyone else’s hope is dependent on being subservient to a demon that seems only capable of violence. But it’s the only thing in this place that has power. So you do something that seems sensible at the time. You try to gain its favor through violence. Through sacrifices. Your followers start to revere it as a god. You become its prophet. You even start to feel special.

But the reality isn’t that you’re not. Your role in this story has been assigned to you by a god, but not the one you worship. In fact, the beast you’ve been worshipping this whole time isn’t a god at all—just a monstrosity tossed into a maze, destroying everything in its path, but ultimately no less subservient to the true god in this scenario. And this god hates you.

You were made to be nothing more than a joke. Just an effigy of a man who did nothing but sing his praises (admittedly in a very Sammy way) and now must suffer for it. Just because the man in charge of your hell didn’t get what he wanted. You’re trapped in an endless loop—living out a punishment not meant for you—where you are destined to be betrayed and abused by the monster you trusted over and over again. A distorted mirror of past events, created by a man who refuses to move on.

Your humanity is something you’ll never have. It was never meant for you. All your efforts were doomed from the start. And how much of it were your efforts to begin with? How much of your actions are your own? How much of your words are your own? And what has become of the actual Sammy Lawerence? Is he dead? Destitute? Did he ever find success outside of Bendy? You’ll never know.

In fact, you’ll never know any of this. You ll be stuck in this loop for an eternity. Being reborn to be used, betrayed and to die.

#the true horror of BATIM #is being stuck in a guys real life fanfic #and having your character be flanderized to hell and back #while being powerless to stop it #sammy lawrence

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movedtodykedvonte · 2 years

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Jack & Sammy Headcanons

Okay so like if Jack said not to Joeys offer I 100% believe Sammy would’ve thrown Joey to catch up with Jack walking out the door.

Met when they were in their late and mid teens

Sammy is the younger one by 4 years but everyone thinks Jack’s younger cause he’s more laid back

Jack offered Sammy a place to live after finding out this really talented kids was couch hopping (he was too young to be rented to but lacked the social skills to ask any band members to be a roommate)

If asked Sammy insists that he moved in cause Jack needed some order in his life but was actually just super grateful to sleep on a bed between gigs

Jack is more protective of Sammy due to Sammy being a bit more “eccentric” and it’s easier to play into those and take advantage of him

Sammy is the more creative one while Jack is more technical actually, though this only applies to their craft

Jack is like Sammy’s social guidebook as Sammy doesn’t get how to talk to people outside of work or music stuff

Sammy returns the favor by being Jack’s fire (Jack gets upset but he’s an avoider, Sammy will bite)

Adhd and autism solidarity

They shared an office before Jack relocated to the sewers. Sammy was very hurt by this but let Jack have his space

Taught Jack the the violin after Jack mused about being able to still accompany Sammy when he was resting his voice

Sammy doesn’t like pickles, Jack eats the pickles off his whopper (Jack also hates pickles)

Most of there fights are about how each overstep unintentionally

Sammy doesn’t like that Jack is always straightforward with him or brings him into social settings he knows Sammy won’t be 100% comfy/knowledgeable in (bad at parties and galas, not a showboat like Jack)

Jack gets frustrated when Sammy gets closed off and nippy with either him or people that are just trying to help. Wants Sammy to understand to get better with people he has to be uncomfy sometimes.

Sammy doesn’t like to be 100% alone rather be left alone with people around, Jack luckily understands this

Sammy never learned to cook so that’s Jacks job (sam can make like pasta and eggs)

Sammy cheats on the chore chart cause he hates doing the dishes, Jack let’s him

Bi and Gay solidarity

Are so close they have like tells when each other are getting tired, upset or nervous about something

Jack starts readjusting his hat a lot and puts a hand on Sammy’s shoulder Sammy literally just shuffles closer and closer into Jack until he’s practically on top of him (literally pushes my partner until we are out the door)

Sammy doesn’t sing a lot as it calls too much attention on him, of all the studio Jack’s the only one with the bragging rights of hearing his voice (team Sammy would’ve been a killer Alice Angel /j)

Jack didn’t talk to Sammy for a week after Sammy said he was being a distraction cause that’s like the biggest Sammy insult there is

When Jack disappeared Sammy spent a lot of his after hours looking through the studio and scouring the tunnels despite the dangers

Felt guilty cause he was involved with Joey, knew what was going on and didn’t tell Jack which could’ve prevented him from going missing

Became way more irritated and mean after Jack was gone, people pretended not to notice a change (unspoken rule was to not mention Jack and Joey knew better than to suggest hiring another lyricist)

The ink along with other things promised Sammy it’d bring Jack back if he listened

After the ink sometimes Sammy tries to carry Jack back up to their office so he can chill in the pool outside the door, sadly he’s too heavy/slippery

They remember each other and Sammy gives Jack a pass on being a heretic

Sings a lot more in the ink for Jack as Jack can no longer do so

Sammy hangs out on level 2 despite the village cause he still like to be by himself but not alone, Jack still understands

They deserved better. Shout out to these two ill functioning music men

#do some of these imply jammy? yes #do i ship it?#also yes #but I still like it keep it inconclusive #jack fain #sammy lawerence #bendy and the dark revival #batim #bendy and the ink machine #batdr #batim headcanons #jammy <3 #my tag for the good jammy ship #saw someone call it coffecake #which is also much better #coffeecake

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notinthislife50 · 9 months

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Chapter 10

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You and Sam sat in a motel room, “you know I’m only guilty my association” you smirked making yourself loud enough so Dean would hear.

“False alarm” Sam sighed.

“See. Nothing to worry about.” Dean gloated.

“Yeah, being fugitives? Frigging dance party.” Sam groaned.

“Hey man, chicks dig the danger vibe.” Dean laughed.

“No, we really don’t " you tried to convince him.

Sam interrupted your conversation telling Dean you were pretty sure you were hunting a Djinn.

A freaking genie?” Dean laughed.

“Yeah.” Sam was seriously.

“You think these suckers can really grant wishes?” Deans tone was light. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. This man takes nothing serious.

“So uh, where do the Djinns lair up? A serious question was finally asked by the older Winchester.

“Ruins usually” you confirmed flipping through the book “Bigger the better, more places to hide.”

" You know, I think I saw a place a couple miles back. I’m gonna go check it out.” Dean nodding his his head in thought.

“Dean not by yourself " you warned.

“Ahh y/n you care what happenes to me " he laughed.

“Listen here you jerk, if you get your self hurt I will break every limb in your body, got it?”

“So violent, I like it” he laughed “I’ll call you in a bit pikachu, love you”

“Yea yea love you too you big moron” you laughed.

You lowered your hand with the phone in it and sighed looking at Sam he gave you the I know look.

“Sam I need to go back. Jo and Ellen are both heading out on a hunt and I promised them I would like after the bar.” You sounded conflicted.

“Go y/n it’s just a Djinn, we will have it taken care of in no time.” Sam comforted.

Dean woke up and found you lying beside him. He couldn’t have been more thankful until he looked around the room. This wasn’t the motel you guys were in a few hours ago.

Dean quietly slipped out of the bed as not to warke you and took out his phone and rang Sam.

Dean?

Sam?

What’s going on? Sam questioned.

" I don’t know where I am.” Dean panicked

What happened?

“The Djinn. It attacked me.” Dean confirmed

“The gin? You’re … drinking gin?” Sam questioned

“Dean, are you drunk? You’re drunk-dialing me?”

“No, asshat. The Djinn. The scary creature, Remember? It put its hand on me and then I woke up next to a very naked y/n, which I’m not complaining..” Dean went quiet lost in thought.

“So” Said a very annoyed Sam.

“So?, well it wasn’t a crappy motel, it was an actual house Sammy with an actual bed” Dean cut off again as he looked in disbelief at the letters in front of him. " Lawerence, I’m in Lawrence?”Dean asked himself. “Wait is this meant to be my house”

“Look, it’s late. All right, just get some sleep and I’ll see you tomorrow. OK?” Sam said hanging up the phone laughing and shutting his book, criminal law and procedure.

As Dean was looking around at the photos of you and him in your supposed living room. He came across one that made him dash out the door.

Back in the real world.

You were busy laughing with a few of the customers when you heard Ash call at you from behind the bar. “Hey y/n, as much as I love lep zeppelin if your phone rings one more time I’m going to throw it in the dish washer.”

“Fuck sake Ash you could have told me the first time it rang” you rolled your eyes.

“Yea but the first few times I was too busy enjoying the song” he shrugged.

“This family makes me want to murder people” you groaned out loud.

You picked up your phoned and sighed at the amount of missed calls, this wasn’t going to be good.

“Sam I’m so sorry” you started

“Y/n I need you to come Deans missing I think the Djinn has him.” He panicked

“No problem Sammy I’m on my way”

Deans world.

As Dean sat at the step of his mums house drinking a beer and looking proudly at the mowed lawn he watched the car pull in in front of the house. He spots you smiling at him and can’t help but smile back. He really does have everything. His smile fades as you step out of car and his eyes roam to your stomach.

“Dean Winchester, you better have a good excuse for leaving your pregnant wife at home and have her worried sick about you” you smile and as you reach him you stand on your tip toes and kiss him. When he doesny respond you step back and look at him woth concern on your face you ask

“Dean are you okay? Did I do something, I know with the pregnancy I’m a bit unpredictable”

“No, no everything is fine " he hugged you trying yo reassure you. But then he caught sight of the other car pulling up.

“I don’t believe it.” Dean smiled

He let go of you and walked down to greet Jessica and Sam.

“Jessica.” Dean exclaimed throwing his arms around her.

" Good to see you too Dean.Can’t breathe, " Jessica gasped.

“Sammy.” Dean smiled wide

“Hey.” Which was all that came from Sam.

As you walked down to meet the couple or maybe more waddled, Jessica threw her arms around you. “Hey y/n, how are you hows the little one?”

“We are all good” you hugged her back and smiled.

“She whispered in your ear “is Dean okay?”

“Honestly I’ve no idea, " you said nervously.

As Jessica broke your hug you were then enveloped by Sam.

“Hey sammy” you whispered.

“Hey my niece or nephew being good” he laughed.

“Well they are a Winchester definitely going to be a little trouble maker” you elbowed him in the side jokingly.

" Look at you. You’re with Jessica, I don’t believe it.” Dean interrupted you both.

“Yeah.” Sam raised his eyebrow. " I see you started off Mom’s birthday with a bang, as usual.”

“Wait. Mom’s birthday, that’s, today?”

“Yeah, sweetheart That’s today. That’s why we’re here.” You nodded

" Don’t tell me you forgot.” Sam scoffed

At the restaurant you all raised your glasses and washed Mary a happy birthday. Dean was like a Cheshire cat. He was happy. As he watched Sam and Jessica kissing he thought he would burst. His thoughts were interrupted by you.

" I was really worried about you last night.” You squeezed his hand.

" I’m good. I’m really good.” He patted the back of your hand.

“Okay. " you nodded “What do you say, later we get cheeseburgers? Me and the baby need some real food” you winked.

“Oh God, yes. How did I end up with such a cool chick?” Dean laughed this y/n really was the exact the same as his other y/n. He kissed your forehead.

“Just got low standards.” You laughed

Dean laughed and kissed you this really was his y/n

" All right. Jess and I actually have another surprise for Mom’s birthday. " Sam stood up and lifting Jessica’s hand he showed everyone the ring

Mary and you both screamed in delight and rushed to hug Jessica. You then turned and squeezed Sam. “This is amazing Sammy, and about time I was just about to tell this woman to leave you, if you didn’t purpose soon” you laughed hugging him again.

Back at Mary’s house you were all seated in the living room. Mary then called it a night and headed up to bed.

Sam then turned to Jessica and asked “are you ready for bed too?”

Jessica nodded in agreement.

“Wait a second. Come on, it’s not even nine o’clock yet. Let’s go have a drink or something and celebrate” Dean protested

“Yeah, maybe another time.” Sam smiled politely

Come on, man. Look at us. We both have beautiful women on our arms. You’re engaged i have a baby on the way if thats not something to celebrate what is?” Dean tried to convince Sam.

Sam looked at you and Jessica " Guys, can you excuse us? I just want to talk to my brother for a sec.”

“Sure.” You both nodded

“Jessica you wouldn’t mind helping me waddle up the stairs” you asked and you both laughed and left the room.

" Okay. What’s gotten into you?” Sam demanded.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean this whole warm, fuzzy ecstasy-trip thing.” Sam continued.

“I’m just happy for you, Sammy.”

“Yeah, right. That’s another thing. Since when do you call me Sammy? Dean, come on. We don’t talk outside of holidays.” Sam pointed out.

“We don’t? Well, we should. I mean, you’re my brother and you and y/n seem pretty close” Dean sounded hurt.

“You’re my brother”? Sam laughed

“Yeah.” Dean confirmed

You know, that’s what you said when you snaked my ATM card, or when you bailed on my graduation, or when you hooked up with Rachel Nave.” Sam argued.

“Who?” Dean sounded confused

“Uh, my prom date. On prom night.” Sam said angrily.

" Yeah, that does kinda sound like me. Well, hey man, I’m sorry about all that. " Dean tried to comfort Sam.

" No, look, that’s all right man, I’m not asking you to change. I guess we just don’t really have anything in common. You know? And the reason why im close with y/n as she actually makes an effort to stay kn touch with not just me but jessica too.” Sam said starting to walk away.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Yes we do. Yes we do. " Dean promised.

“What?” Sam snapped.

“Hunting.” Dean nodded

" Hunting? I’ve never been hunting in my life, Dean.” Sam scoffed.

" Yeah, well, then we should go it sometime. I think you’d be great at it.” Dean tried to encourage Sam

" Get some rest Dean” and with that Sam walked off leaving Dean alone.

You and Dean drove home in an uncomfortable silence. When you got home Dean collapsed on to the sofa. He was so lost in thought he never heard you approach him.

“Dean” you whispered placing your hand on his shoulder handing him a beer. He blinked at you. “Please bulldog, talk to me”

Dean heard the word bulldog and everything seemed to stop for a minute he became confused until he heard you again “baby please Dean are you okay”

“My favorite. You always knew me pretty well.” He said absent mindly.

“Fraid so.” You laughed kissing him on the head.

“Sammy and I don’t get along?” He questioned.

“Well, you don’t really spend a lot of time together. I mean, I just think you don’t know each other all that well, your busy he’s busy, life happens.”

Dean sat in silence looking at his beer.

" For the record: He doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

" I can fix things with Sam. I can make it up to him. To everyone.” He sighed.

“Okay. But Dean you don’t have to make anything up to me. And the thing between you and Sam, we can fix that” you promised taking his hand.

“This isn’t gonna make a lick of sense to you. But I kind of feel like I’ve been given a second chance. And I don’t wanna waste it.” He tried again

“You’re right, that doesn’t make any sense” you were confused

Dean then leant in and kissed you. He almost felt the same rush he always did when he kissed you but there was just something missing.

" You know, I get it.” He smiled

“Get what?” You raised and eyebrow

“Why you’re the one, here and back in our world. You’ll always be the one?”

“Whatever’s gotten into you I like it.” You wiggled your eyebrows, and with that Dean kissed you again, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling ypu in tight to him. You moaned and pulled away. Placing your fore head on to his you scolded “come on! Don’t do this to me now. I’ve gotta get ready for work.” You relenctualy tore your self away from him.

“You got to work now?” He questioned

“I’ve got the night shifts on Thursday.” You shrugged “you should know this by now”

" yea yea You work nights at the, uh…” he paused hoping you would full him then he sees you taking out your scrubs " at the hospital?” He laughs to himself " I’m dating a nurse. That is so sexy” and respectable he thought his Y/n would never be this respectable” he pauses for minute confused. What is going on. Then he watches as y/n changes and gets a view of her ass and all his thoughts are lost. “So we ever use your uniform for us time” he laughed.

“How do you think I got pregnant” you smirked back.

You kissed Dean good bye telling him you’ll see him in the morning and he better have those waffles made this time or you and the baby would kick his ass.

Dean laughed as he settled on the sofa, drinking his beer he flicked through the channels. But he was stopped dead in his tracks when the channel he put on was broadcasting the anniversary of the crash of United Britannia Flight 424.

This gets DEAN’s attention and he leans forward as he continues to watch.

The reporter stated that Indianapolis residents held a candlelight vigil in memory of the hundred and eight people who lost their lives…

Dean shouted at the tv “No, no. I stopped that crash.”

Dean ran to his laptop and started pounding on the keys in front of him he read headlines that relates to the cases he had solved.

Indianapolis Sun, December 5TH, 2005 - FLIGHT 424 CRASHES, 108 DEAD;

Nine Children Comatose

Parents mutilated in bed

GIRL DROWNS IN HOTEL POOL

While he is reading this and sitting in shock he feels a change in the air as he looks behind him he sees a woman in white. A woman who he has seen the past few days but not had the courage to say to. anyone incase they thought he had gone mad.

Deam jumped up and followed the woman in to the bedroom. When she disappeared in to his cloaet he threw open the doors and saw several women hanging inside. As he turns to leave everything disappears.

Back at Mary’s House Sam sneaks down stairs and swings at the intruder only to be thrown on to the floor.

“What are you doing here " sam hissed

" I was looking for a beer.” Dean shrugged.

“That’s Mum’s silver.” Sam accused.

" it’s not what it looks like. OK, I don’t have a choice.”

" Oh really? Why? What’s so damn important you gotta steal from your own mother?

“Sammy you don’t want to know " Dean sighed

Sam huffed out lout " Yeah, I do.”

" I owe somebody money.” Dean sighed

“Oh yea Who?” Sam frowned.

“A bookie. I lost big on a game, I gotta bring him the cash tonight.” Dean lied. Knowing Sam wouldn’t believe the truth

“I can’t believe we’re even related.” Sam shook his head “pathetic”

“Sam, look I’m sorry.”

“What?” Sam asked confusingly

“You know what, i’m sorry that we don’t get along. And I wish to hell I could stay and fix it. But I gotta do this. People’s lives depend on it.” Dean shouted at Sam taking a knife from the box

He turns around and take a knife from the box.

“Just tell y/n and Mom I love them see you, Sammy.” Dean voice

While Dean was sitting in the car, thinking of yhe life he had the passenger door opens and SAM gets in

" I’m going with you.” Sam says before Dean can say anything.

“Just like old times” Dean laughs driving off.

Meanwhile back at your pov you and Sam tiptoes through the warehouse. You find him and a woman hung up by their arms.

“Dean” you yell as you sprint for him.

Sam grabs your arm putting his finger to his lips he “quiet, the Djinn is still here, somewhere” he whispered looking around nervously.

As sam reaches up and starts to cut through the rope Dean winces.

“Careful sam” you scold looking back at him but just has you turn your head. The Djinn knocks you flying across the room and goes for Sam.

Sam turns around and lunches at the Djinn with his knife. But the djinn knocks the knife from sams hand and grabs him around the neck.

As you run to help sam bringing a pipe which you had found on the floor on to the djinn head, the djinn knocks you back again

Sam runs towards the Djinn again and they fight for a moment allowing you to grab the knife and cut Dean down causing you both to land in a heap.

“When this is over bulldog we are so going to talk about all those burgers you eat” panting as you rolled Dean off you.

As Sam and the Djinn continue to fight you take deans head in to your hands.

" please dean wake up we need you”

The Djinn finally gets the upper hand on Sam again , and his holding him by the throat his hand glowing blue moving it toward Sams forehead, but Sam puts up one hell of a fight.

Back at Dean, he stands in front of other Sam telling him all he has to stab himself and he will wake up as none of the real and just as he is about to deal the blow. Mary walks up to him

“Put the knife down honey” she smiled

“Your not real " dean chokes.

" It’s everything you want. We’re a family again. Let’s go home.” Mary touches Deans face.

Dean on the verge of tears whisperes “I’ll die. The Djinn will drain the life out of me in a couple of days.”

MARY But in here, with us, it’ll feel like years. Like a lifetime.” She promises.

" You don’t have to worry about Sam anymore. You’ll get to watch him live a full life” Jessica tries to convince him.

As they all look at you Mary smiles and nods. You step forward and take his face in to your hands.

“Dean I need you” it starts off calmly “Dean please wake up, please bulldog come back, me and Sammy we need you.” You practically shout in his face.

Mean while back at you and sam the djinn has the upper hand on Sam. You leave dean and run up and stab the djinn in the side. He drops sam to the ground and turns to you. And grabbing you by the throat he starts squuezing. As you begin to lose consciousness you whisper “please dean”

The DJINN opens his fist and blue light begins to appear around his hand as he reaches for your forehead darkness overcomes you.

Next thing you know you were waking up in a hospital bed.

“Dean” you whispered looking at the man dozing beside you.

“Hey " he said solmely.

“Is this real?” You panic

“It’s real princess, its real” dean sighed.

“Are you okay” picking up something was off.

“I’m alright” he sighed

“Dean please, tell me” you begged.

" its just we had it all y/n. The house the picket fence the baby”

“But it wasn’t real d,” you tried to comfort him.

“I know but it felt real” his head bowed not looking at you.

“Dean” tears coming down your face “what can I do”

Dean stood up and sat beside kissing your forehead he took your hand.

“Y/n, I know it was just a wish. My mum was alive there was no such thing as hunting, but Sam and I didn’t get along we didn’t bond over anyaqthing. But here he’s my brother he’s my best friend.” Dean spoke.

“And I’m glad that’s the way it is " Sam’s voice came from the door. Making his way over to Dean, Dean stood up and the brother hugged “and I’m glad you dug your way out Dean.”

“Yea Sam I dug out, but I wanted to stay, I wanted to stay so bad weather it was real or not. I’m sick of sacrificing everything of us sacrificing everything” Dean finally cried.

“But Dean people are alive because of us, I know it hurts but it’s worth it. We save life’s Dean” Sam smiled.

“I guess " Dean sounded unconvinced.

As you all say in an uncomfortable silence, you spread first. “Well I’m ready to leave this rock hard bed and get me a drink and some clothes”

Dean and Sam laughed and Dean grabbed your clothes from the locker, Sam made his way outside so you could get changed.

As Dean helped you get dressed he looked at you “you know maybe we should keep the gown. I like how it shows off your ass and plus easy access and all” he smirked.

Your eyes met his and you placed one hand on his cheek.

“I love you Dean Winchester, thank you for coming back to me " as tears rolled down your face Dean hugged you tight. “Ready to go pickachu” he finally asked. “With you, always " you smiled?.

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