likely_evil | It's going around and Sam caught the bug

When Murphy had told Sam he needed to contribute to the pack by cooking, she didn't miss the bit of panic that went over Sam's face. To ease him into it, Heather and Butters had agreed to give him breakfast. It was simple. Coffee, toast, eggs and bacon. Or maybe pancakes. Easy. Apparently, they were wrong.

Sam wasn't aware that he was being watched as he was currently covered in flour, leaning over a cookbook while trying to figure out the recipe. Sam had never made pancakes before but he hadn't thought it was going to be that hard. But the batter kept having lumps and he couldn't stir them out until everything was all over the counter and there was a smear of batter on his forehead.

Finally Murphy cleared her throat and Sam snapped his head up, embarrassed. "This isn't as easy as it looks," he stated, trying not to whimper.

"No, it's not. However..." She went to a drawer and pulled out a whisk, holding it out to him. "With the right tools, it gets easier."

"What's that?" he asked.

Murphy just looked at him a moment, reminding herself who Sam really was and that he actually might not know some of these things. "It's a whisk."

His eyes widened with realization. "Oh! I thought the book was talking about a certain way to stir the batter... not an actual tool."

She was doing her best not to laugh at him. "Just try it. It'll make things a lot easier."

Sam nodded and took the whisk, going back to the batter and starting to stir it again. Shaking her head, Murphy went to get a cup of coffee, then groaned in appreciation. "Well, at least you're good at something," she muttered, heading back to the living room so she could still keep tabs on Sam and hope he didn't burn the cabin down.

When Jo had bad days at work, Sam knew it was his job to pull Jo out of her work mind and back into a healthier mindset. So when he got a call from Rufus that he needed to go to the station to pick Jo up, his fear caught in his throat until he saw her sitting on the station steps with a cup of coffee in her hands.

"Baby?" he asked, jumping out of the car and running over, his hands taking hers, fingers running over the wedding band on her hand as he took the cup away from her. "Are you ok?"

"I just want to go home, Sam," she said softly, leaning into him. He nodded, helping her to her feet and bringing her back to the car, getting her buckled in and drove her to their home.

The rest of the day was just full of hugging on the couch, watching nothing on television but more having noise in the background. Ford lay in front of the fireplace, too big now to crawl in his mommy's lap when she was upset, and wanted to at least be close.

As bedtime came around, Sam had enough of the quiet seriousness, and planned to change that, even at the expense of his own masculinity. And so once Jo was in bed waiting for him to come out of the bathroom and join her, he hit play on the cd player...

... and proceeded to dance for her as he slowly stripped off his clothing until he was just in his over-sized heart boxers and managed not to permanently blind himself when the suspender snapped and slapped him in the eye.

Jo was laughing when he finally fell into bed and kissed his cheek. "Thank you," she whispered, holding him close. Sam just smiled and kissed her back.

"For you, I'll do anything..." he whispered, kissing her before pulling his head back. "Within reason." He quickly added, and Jo laughed and pulled him under the covers with her.

"Cas!" Sam stood up from the impromptu-bar in the living room as the angel arrived to the last minute bachelor party that House had started when he and Alec had come over the night before his wedding to Ruby only to find him sitting quietly reading.

Three tequila shots later, and Sam was smiling brightly and managed to stumble over to the angel, hugging him tightly. "You showed up!" Sam slurred, and Cas had to push Sam back off him and stand the man up.

"You are intoxicated," Castiel pointed out. "You said you were going to spend the night reading when I left."

"I was, and then House came over!" His voice was a bit louder than normal, and he threw his arm back to show House in the living room, getting ready to set fire to the tower of shot glasses to the cheering crowd. "And I don't even know any of these people. They just keep showing up!"

Ben managed to walk over, holding out two flaming shot-glasses, one for his uncle and one for the angel. Even with everything the kid had gone through, his prejudice for some reason did not extend to Castiel nearly as badly as any other angel. "Bottom's up, gentlemen."

Sam took the shot, and after a moment Castiel took his as well. The angel watched as Ben grabbed a third one, and both Winchesters blew out the fire before taking the shots. He hesitated, then blew out the fire in his glass and drank it as well. There was a bit of a burn down his throat, but it barely phased him.

"I'll get us another round," Ben said, taking the glasses back to the table and Sam laughed, leaning into Cas again.

"Cas... you are the best angel ever. Well, except for my brother. But ever since he joined your team, he's been a bit stiff, ya know." Sam laughed as Cas guided him to a chair. "Like he's got a whole Christmas Tree shoved..."

"Sam, you are drunk and do not mean these things you are saying." The angel sighed, looking down at his charge. "I think you need to go to bed so you are properly rested for tomorrow."

"Pfft. I'm fine." He looked up at Cas and smiled. "And you can just do your angel thing."

"Angel thing?"

"Yeah. Touch my forehead and make the hangover go away. It can be your wedding gift to me!" Sam gave Castiel a drunk smile.

"I may not have a choice. You can not say your vows if you are not in your right mind."

"See. That is why you're the best angel ever." Sam looked over at his nephew and House. "Ben! Get Cas something good for being the best angel ever!"

Castiel just sighed. This was going to be a long night.

Bennet wants Playful!Sam

Bela wants Bedtime!Sam

Ruby wants Wildly Inappropriate!Sam

~~I'll be back for Ben and Lindsey, I need to think and I'm in the middle of Dollhouse. =D~~

And back.

Felicia wants cooking!Lindsey

Haley wants Playful!Ben

Anna wants Dorky!Ben

Diana wants Needs-a-Hug!Ben

Edited 2010-01-30 16:44 (UTC)

Ever since Ben's scare in the hospital, Sam had unconsciously opened the door to Beckett to a layer of him he normally didn't share with those not in his family. He actually felt he was able to be a bit more of himself around her. Things that only Diana and Dean had ever seen in him, he wasn't as worried about Kate seeing now.

He had started to do some things in the hospital during the times Ben was sleeping. Eventually the kids down in the pediatric ward had gotten used to him coming in and reading some stories, and it reminded him of when he used to take care of Diane when she was sick as a kid and Samantha had to work.

There were a few kids who were long term residents, and he tried hard to make them laugh and smile when he came down to visit, especially since two of them barely had any visitors during the day.

The afternoon that Beckett found him, he was standing in the middle of the playroom, acting out a monster story that he had read so many times that he knew it by heart. "... and the monster knew he didn't have a chance as the little girl sat up in her bed and pulled out the flashlight and yelled -"

"GO AWAY BIG GREEN MONSTER!" the kids shouted and then laughed as Sam grabbed his heart, falling back on the floor like the kids had just killed the story monster.

Now Beckett was able to see her partner's face. Apparently he had a scary paper mask on, and a black ball nose on his own. She looked down at him, unable to hide the smirk on her face. "That's a nice look for you, Winchester."

The kids laughed as Sam jumped up, pulling the mask off his eyes quickly. "The kids like it," he stated. "Makes the stories real."

"Maybe you should wear it on the next case. You could be the bad monster cop, and I'll be the good human cop."

Sam rolled his eyes, not wanting to get into just how scarily accurate that could be at times. But he did smile a bit. "Seeing you play the good cop would be interesting."

"Don't think I can do it?" she asked, crossing her arms.

"I know you can, but something's missing." He took his nose off and quickly put it on her. "There. No one can be afraid of a big nose like that."

Beckett just stared at him, and Sam smiled and reached over to squeeze the nose, letting it squeak and the kids behind them laughed.

Dean's poking about silent treatment Sam or overprotective Sam (don't ask me!). And if he's up for it, confused Ben!

Sam sat on his side of the Impala, arms crossed and looking out the window as the world drove by. He was sixteen, Dean was twenty and they were following behind Dad in his big truck onto the next hunt.

"Come on, Sammy, you can't be mad at me forever," Dean rolled his eyes, looking at his over-dramatic teenage brother who just huffed and crossed his arms more. He was also wearing a ski-cap and gloves, cold from the window being open to air out a nasty smell in the car.

"You have to admit, it was funny. Seeing your face." Dean licked his lips, leaning back in his seat and drumming his fingers on the dash as another mile went by. "Fine, if you're not going to talk to me..." he reached over and turned the music up on the radio, Motorhead starting to blare through the speakers until Sam glared at him, reached over and turned the music off again.

"Sam, it's nine hundred miles until we get to Oklahoma. You can't stay quiet the whole time there." Dean looked over at his little brother. "Just get it out."

He watched Sam work his jaw and focus on the road ahead of them. Dean rolled his eyes, then reached over and grabbed the ski cap off Sam's head and tossed it out the window.

"Dean!" Sam shouted, pissed off. "That was my hat!"

"There, that wasn't so hard." Dean was smirking as he looked at his brother. "You need to get some sun on that scalp of yours."

Sam fumed, and if looks could kill... "I hate you."

"Yeah yeah yeah." Dean chuckled to himself. "Now stop sulking. You look like a baby."

"It could be because I'm BALD!" Sam glared.

"Heh. I had forgotten how weird your ears look without your hair to hide them."

Sam just huffed back into his seat and stared at the window. "I'm going to get you back. I swear to God..."

"Good luck on that one," Dean laughed, then turned up the music again and sang along loudly, purposely ignoring his now threat-throwing brother and decided he should have just left Sam in his sulky silent treatment sulking.

Good thing Motorhead drowned out his whining.

... *g*

He's still not talking to him now.

Oops. Dean is just way too amused. Also, it's just like John to make sure they're riding together so they can work it out.

My guess is that eventually Sammy will nap, and will wake up without recalling the whole thing at first and start singing along whatever Dean's singing, and then when he remembers/sees himself/registers the smell, will feel even more irked...

Silly!Sam for Lana.

Flailing!Sam for Ruby.

It was snowing still when Sam and Joey were outside building a snowman. They had been out there for almost two hours when Joey finally came running into the house, all smiles.

"Mom! Come outside and see what uncle Sam and I built!" He was grinning his father's smile, grabbing Lana by the hand and pulling her along.

"Hold on, kiddo. Let me at least get some shoes on."

"You have to hurry though," Joey said. "Or Uncle Sam is going to freeze!"

Lana raised her eyebrows and tugged on her rainboots quickly before running outside. Then she had to stop and cover her mouth as the laughter tried to escape between her fingers.

Sam was trapped in a snowman's body. However, they had sculpted it to look like a muscle man, lines giving Sam a six pack and Master of the Universe pose with his arms. He looked over her and gave her a big grin. "You like?"

Lana lowered her hands, laughing a bit still. "You look cold."

"I was aiming for hot," Sam made a pose face. "Come on, not even a little sexy?"

"He told me to make him into He-Man and then tonight he was going to make you into She-Ra," Joey said. "Can I watch?"

"No!" Lana laughed again, then looked over at Sam. "Will you dig your uncle out before he gets sick, then come into the house. Dinner's almost ready."

Joey sighed, then grabbed his little shovel and went to where he had covered his uncle's back in the snow. "Mom's no fun at all," he pouted. "I thought you looked cool."

"So did I, buddy. So did I."

Edited 2010-01-31 00:06 (UTC)

K'tanya wants Needs-a-Hug!Sam

After the last two months, Sam really felt like the entire world was hating him. First with Jo and Ellen dying, and now nearly being killed by a wraith and then his body being used and abused by an idiot virgin who got off on witchcraft...

He was sitting in the bar, trying to drown himself in a beer while Dean used the room for a few hours. A few women had tried to hit on him, but he pushed them away so he could wallow alone in his own misery. Finally he paid his tab and started to walk back to the motel and hope that Dean was done or at least left the Impala unlocked.

"You know, I need to have a little talk with Castiel. How dare he not make an exception to me on his little carvings. Doesn't he know how special I am to you?"

Sam lifted his head to look at the redhead suddenly in his path. He squinted because he didn't believe it at first. It had been years since he had seen her last, and thought that she had given up on him too.

"K'tanya?" he questioned, unsure.

"Do you know how hard it is to find you when you don't want to be found, Sam?" Her smile dropped and she looked him over. "Wow, you really have gone to hell without me."

He gave a curt, scoffing laugh. "You have no idea. Where have you been? You told me that you were some sort of guardian angel."

"You died, Sam. I thought that my job was done. I didn't realize that your brother was going to..." She sighed, then walked over and pet his face. "I'm sorry. But I'm here now, ok?"

Sam just looked at her, then his face crumpled and he fell into her arms. K'tanya just held Sam tightly, petting his hair as she kissed his forehead. "It's ok, Sammy. It's ok. I'm here now and I'm going to help make everything all right again. I promise."

And she will too! Even if she has to kick canon's ass from here to the ends of the universe to do it!

Confused!Sam, please. :)

"Emma, I don't really think..."

"Sam, darling, it's tradition. Everyone who gets to be an X-Man gets a code name."

"That's not what I'm confused about."

Emma Frost crossed her arms over her chest. "You object to the name Sasquatch?"

"What? No. Hell, my brother calls me that all the time."

"Then what are you confused about?"

Sam looked down at his uniform and tugged at the thigh uncomfortably. "Yellow spandex?"

"We like to show off our assets," Emma said with a smile, walking around him and giving Sam a good look over before slapping his ass and making him jump. "And you, my dear, have some very nice ass-ets."

Sam gave a suffering sigh. "You and Pam really were friends."

"And she told me everything... grumpy."

Awesome. Emma approves! *L* Especially of anything tight-fitting because, well... it's Emma. :)

Very nice! Thank you!

Romantic!Sam please!

Anna politely requests Jealous!Sam, Incarcerated!Sam, or Protective!Sam.

...Eva wants Sexy!Sam. Because she's a dork like that. ~~And she thinks he's totally hot.~~

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It's going around and Sam caught the bug

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They actually let him cook?!

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You always were a happy drunk...

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The softer side of Sam

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I'm not talking to you...

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I... have... the POWER!

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Her name is K'Tanya. She wears a little crown...

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Introducing the newest X-Man - Sasquatch

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