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Friendly Cat Blood Moon! It's not unique; same idea, different time and execution (hopefully)
Sun shoots Blood Moon with the barrel; one of them barely survives the blast while the other perished.
The sleepier half hides in the vents; tiny, scared, and alone for the first time ever.
He spends a lot of time sleeping, letting the remaining nanomachines stabilize his form. His waking moments are spent missing his other half, despairing that either both should have lived or both should have died but never separated.
It takes a bit but he eventually realizes his other would be more upset with him for wasting this chance at life than if he never moved on.
With new determination, he finally leaves the vents to find food. He's a bit small to catch rodents so he digs through the trash instead
One of these times, Earth comes upon him. Blood Moon is terrified of the giant animatronic. She easily scoops him up despite his yowls and squirms. She takes him back to the daycare, feeding him some cat food from Sun's room.
Once fed Blood Moon manages to slip away to hide again.
Earth claims she found one of Sun's cats digging through the garbage, only to learn he didn't have a orange cat and she probably brought in a stray
Earth continues finding Blood Moon and feeding him. Eventually learning that he hides in the vents, she starts to leave a bowl of food near his most frequent exits instead of trying to grab him all the time.
Despite how many times Earth has seen and fed Blood Moon, no one else (except for the computer, but they aren't snitching) can ever find him. They could hear him in the vents or see the tip of a tail disappearing around the corner. If Sun didn't know better, he would think Earth was eating the cat food... okay the thought crossed his mind, but he didn't entertain the idea.
Blood Moon warms up to Earth over the next few months, even starting to stick around after eating. Earth is convinced he's a kitten since his growth seems to line up pretty well.
Earth starts calling him Mars (little red planet) and Blood Moon doesn't mind.
Mars avoids Sun and Moon like the plague, but is okay in the presence of Lunar. They take naps together and they sometimes run together (Mars' tiny legs don't go as far). Mars isn't sure what is chasing them, but it's apparently very scary
The first time Sun and Moon meet Mars is when new Bloodmoon goes to hurt Earth and Lunar. He came rushing into the daycare, yowling and screeching up a storm till they followed him. No one got hurt, but new Bloodmoon still escaped.
Moon is a bit suspicious of Mars because he seems too smart to be just a kitten. However since Mars saved Earth and Lunar, Moon isn't going to look into it too hard.
Summary: The Reader is incarcerated, and her new prison guard helps the time pass more quickly.
Characters: Prison Guard!Sam x Prisoner!Reader
Word Count: 765
A/N: This is a Drabble request for @zombiewerewolfqueen đ
She had her reasons for stealing the car, but Y/N wasnât about to share them with anyone. Prison was a place where you kept your mouth shut. Keep your head down, do the time, and get out was her plan for survival. The idea that anything pleasurable could come from this experience was the farthest thing from Y/Nâs mind. Then the new guy showed up on 2nd shift.
The name on his uniform said Winchester. After the first time they fucked, Y/N learned his first name was Sam. He was tall, muscular, and way too good looking to be hidden away in a prison. His eyes held a certain intensity about them that suggested heâd seen too much shit in his life, but he wasnât sharing either. Whatever he was doing here, he must have his reasons.
His arrival had caused a stir in the cell block. Broad shoulders over a trim waist and a perfectly shaped ass had caught the attention of most the women in the facility. Some of them were blatantly acting like bitches in heat when he was around, but Sam ignored their advances. He was a model employee during the first part of his shift while the admins were still on the premises, but once they left Sam would make his way to Y/Nâs cell.
The other guards pretended nothing was happening; the other inmates learned to manage their jealousy because their lives would become difficult if they didnât. Only one had been brazen enough to actually challenge Y/N and make an issue of her arrangement with Sam. When the fight was over only one of them had been disciplined, and it wasnât Y/N.
She looked in what passed for a mirror over her sink. It was unbreakable and because of that fact her reflection was somewhat distorted. Strange thing to be primping in prison, but that was exactly what she was doing. This was as close to a date as she was going to get for the foreseeable future, and it certainly was a good time even if fucking the hot prison guard was no way to build a future.
Sam unlocked her cell door around eight oâclock and slipped inside. She was ready for him, and they didnât waste any time. He pushed her against the wall and ripped the bright orange prison shirt from her head. His fingers deftly unhooked her bra and tossed it on the floor. Sam kneaded her breasts before grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her head back. His lips were teasing against her ear. âTell me what you want.â
Y/N was already struggling with her breath. âOh, fuck. I want you! I want you now.â She lifted her head and clutched a fistful of his hair. The look in her eyes was defiant. âGive it to me hard.â
Sam lowered his zipper and took his impressive cock in his hand. He gave it a few pumps before tearing her pants and state issue panties down her hips. She stepped out of them while he took a condom from his pocket and sheathed himself.
She wrapped her arms around his neck while he cupped her ass in his hands and lifted her up. Y/N locked her legs around his waist enjoying the feel of Samâs rock hard erection against her belly. He thrust it into her, and she bit his neck to stifle her moans. This man had a dick that could make a woman forget her freedom had been taken from her. It stretched the limits of what could fit inside her.
He enclosed her in his arms to soften the impact of him pounding her into the wall. She clawed at his back as her walls began to flutter around him signaling her impending orgasm. She gasped as she came around him clenching his cock. He kept thrusting inside her tightening that coil in the pit of her stomach again until another orgasm was ready to tear through her.
Sam thrust deeply into her triggering her second climax. Y/N lost herself in the feel of him, forgetting where she was and her circumstances. He let go with a deep grunting sound and pulled out soon after. Then, after disposing of the condom and readjusting himself in his pants, Sam was gone.
Y/N got dressed and lay down on her cot. Mentally, she crossed off another day until her release. Sam was certainly going to help the time pass more quickly. Y/N closed her eyes and smiled to herself.
Characters: Sam; Dean briefly; unnamed drivers; John and Mary mentioned
Rating: Teen
Summary: Johnâs missing; Sam has no money, but he needs to get back to Kansas.
Word Count: 606
Created for @spnaubingo
A/N: Thanks for the inspiration @wendibird ! đ
Sam knew it wasnât smart to hitchhike, but he was desperate. Deanâs voice had almost shook in the message he left for him saying their father was missing. Heâd gone to work at the garage that morning and never come home. The police found his truck in the woods with no sign of John. âPlease, Sammy. Come home. Mom wonât stop crying, and I donât know what to do.â
It was time to stop running away. Sam knew that. He might not get along with his father, but his family needed him now. His dreams of college hadnât exactly panned out. Heâd spent more time cleaning leaves out of gutters and painting houses than he had in a college classroom. It was just too expensive and took too long to save enough money to pay for even one class.
Sam walked down the side of the road carrying nothing but a backpack. He stuck his thumb out and hoped for the best. The first person to pick him up was a middle aged guy driving a delivery truck. âWhere you going, Son?â
âKansas.â Sam gripped his backpack and waited. This guy looked harmless enough.
âTake you as far as Nevada. Climb in.â
His long legs made it easy to step up into the truck. He put his backpack on the floor between his feet. The guy pulled the truck back out into the road and turned down the radio. âWhatâs in Kansas? You got a girl there?â
Sam paused for a minute thinking about how he should answer, and then just decided to go with the truth. âNo. No girl.â He picked at his fingernail. My familyâs there. Well my mom and my brother are there. My dadâs missing.â
The man adjusted the battered baseball cap he was wearing. âSorry, Kid. Thatâs rough. You and the old man close?â
Sam laughed, but it wasnât a happy sound. âNot at all. Just the opposite. Put us in the same room for ten minutes, and weâre fighting.â He sighed. âItâs mainly my brother Iâm going back for. We are close. Iâve looked up to him my whole life, but I could never live up to what he is. Heâs the good son.â
That last statement sat heavy in Samâs heart. He believed it. Dean was everything his father wanted him to be, but it just wasnât in him. His mom didnât need him either. It was always Dean she turned to. Truth was Dean was the only one who needed him, and Sam didnât quite understand why, but he owed it to his brother to figure it out. Dean had always been there for him. He needed to be there for Dean.
His next ride was an elderly woman. Sam told her she shouldnât have picked him up; it was dangerous. She replied, âNonsense! You remind me of my grandson, and he wouldnât hurt a flea.â The last car Sam got into on his way back to Lawrence had two girls in it about his own age. He gave them the same speech heâd given the older woman. Their response was to flirt outrageously for the rest of the trip. It was an awkward and long ride.
Finally, they pulled up in front of the house. Sam grabbed his backpack and waved a fast goodbye. He took a deep breath and made his way up the path to the front door. It felt weird knocking, but it didnât feel right to just walk right in either. Dean opened the door, grabbed his little brother in a tight hug, and said, âIâm glad your here, Man.â Sam was home.
Summary: Sam isnât ready to be a knight, so the reader does her best to ease his mind.
Word Count: 449
Created for @spnaubingo
âSir Tristan, there you are!â The young boy whoâd uttered the words ran up to Sam holding a sword that looked almost as big as him and like he might drop it at any moment. âYouâre due in the lists to practice. I readied your horse. Sheâs waiting for you.â He gave Sam the sword. Samâs hand wrapped around the hilt. He held it sure and steady like he was born to it. âEveryone is here for the tournament tomorrow, Sir. The king is depending on you to win. The House of Winchester has been upholding our kingdomâs honor since your great, great grandfatherâs time.â
Well, youâd taken enough history classes in college before you dropped out to know what this was. It made sense actually. Every time you had time traveled thus far it had involved a Winchester ancestor. Youâd just never gone this far back before, and apparently Sam looked enough like his forefather that this kid thought he was Sir Tristan. The squire took his leave bowing to Dam and referring to you as âmiladyâ.
As soon as he was out of sight, Sam turned to you in a panic. âI canât be in a tournament. I donât know how to joust or sword fight.â
You curtsied to him. âMy lord, on the contrary, I think youâll be a natural.â Sam raised his eyebrows at you. âCâmon, Sam. King Arthur has always been your favorite. This is your chance to be a real knight.â
âY/N, are you serious? I barely even know how to ride a horse.â He ran his hand through his long perfectly medieval hair pushing it back off his forehead.â
When his hand fell back to his side, you took it in yours. âWeâll think of something, Sam. We always do.â He squinted his eyes, wrinkling his forehead. It was time for some distraction. âDid you see the way that skinny little dude ignored me? He probably thinks Iâm your Wench of the Week or something.â You started to rub your thumb over the back of his knuckles. âYou know Sam, these castles have huge beds in them. Being as important as you are and all, Iâm sure the king has provided you with deluxe accommodations.â You licked your lips suggestively. âWhy donât we go have some fun, then we can figure out why weâre here, and be gone before they ever expect you to get on a horse.
The worry on Samâs face had faded a little. âMaybe.â
You smiled. âMaybe what? You donât think itâll be fun to roll around in one of those beds? Oh, I promise you it will.â You pulled on his hand. âFollow me, Sir Tristan.â
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Summary: Sam lives alone in the woods without his love. Thatâs about to change.
Word Count: 375
Created for @spnaubingo
It was hidden in the forest. If you didnât know where you were going, you would never find it. Every witch who knew an onyx from an amethyst knew how to get there. Practically any spell that had ever been written you could find there. The ingredients for the spells were there too. It was also the home of the man who knew everything in the books he had as well as what each stone and herb would do.
Sam was the Keeper of Knowledge for your generation. He had earned that position by proving himself to be the most talented witch in a century. As you approached the mysterious library of witches housed in the surprisingly small, almost crooked wooden house; you were greeted by the two black cats that lived there with Sam. You stopped to stretch behind Jackâs ears and rub beneath Rowenaâs chin.
You then continued on your way to the door, lifted the iron door knocker, and rapped three times. Sam opened the door, his head buried in a book. He closed it when he saw you. âI found it, Y/N.â He pulled you inside, and when the door was safely closed; he took your face in his hands and kissed you.
For months, Sam had been searching for a rare species of mugwort that would be the final ingredient in a spell that would stop time. The spell was necessary for the two of you to be able to be alone together for any length of time. It was forbidden for the Keeper to have a mate. The Keeperâs role was sacred to practitioners of the craft and meant to be carried out in solitude. Until such time as attitudes changed, Sam would cast the time spell creating a bubble around the library and his upstairs apartment halting time except inside the bubble.
It would enable you to stay with Sam, to sleep by his side, to be intimate with him without fear of being discovered. He led you to the fireplace where he had assembled the ingredients on a table in the glow of the flames. Sam took your hands in his. âAre you ready to do this?â You nodded. Tonight you would finally consummate your love.
Summary: The reader learns to follow her dreams no matter what other people think.
Word Count: 367
Created for @spnaubingo
A/N: Thank you @maddiepants for the inspiration!
Nearly everyone told you that a degree in art history would be useless. Even some of your so called friends laughed at you while they talked about all the money theyâd be making in five years while youâd be doing your best to survive on an academicâs salary provided you could find a position at all.
Well, they could keep their fancy cars and big houses. They werenât in Italy right now exploring the ruins of Pompeii with a guide named Sam who was so gorgeous he wouldnât look out of place in Hollywood, but he was here explains how the eruption of Mt. Vesuvius had destroyed the city. This guy wasnât just handsome; he was intelligent. That made him hotter.
As you walked through the remains of the bathhouses, villas, and the amphitheater; you started to ask more questions. Pretty soon it was almost like you and Sam were the only two on the tour. The rest of the people in your group seemed to have a passing interest in the sculptures and frescoes at best. It was like they had come to the ancient city only to say theyâd done it and check it off their list.
You become more and more curious about your transplanted American guide. How did he end up here? Was it possible to make enough money doing something like this to actually live in Italy?
Dreams filled your head of making a home in this country that was like Disneyland for art lovers. You could immerse yourself in the culture, write books about art for people who loved to travel instead of dry texts intended for Ph.d. candidates. You even went so far as to imagine a tall man with a beautiful mane of hair who loved art as much as you by your side.
When Sam approached you after the tour and asked you if youâd like to have dinner with him at his favorite restaurant in Naples, you took it as a sign. The universe was telling you there could be a fulfilling and abundant life ahead of you. Let everyone say you were crazy. You were going to be crazy with a handsome man in Italy.
Summary: Sam enjoys a summer afternoon with his family after some encouragement from the reader.
Word Count: 359
Created for @spnaubingo
Sam loosened his tie as he walked up the porch steps briefcase in hand. He walked over to where you were sitting and kissed you. âHey, Babe.â He kissed you again, a little longer this time. âItâs good to be home.â
Then he walked over to Rose. She was happily playing with a flower. Maybe her name drew her to them. You liked to think it did. Sam picked her up, flower and all. âHowâs daddyâs girl?â He kissed her on her plump baby cheek.
You smiled watching them together. Sam was meant to be a father. You treasured every moment you observed him with your daughter. Rose giggled when he put her back down, and reached out to offer him her flower. âThank you, Pumpkin.â He made a big show of smelling it then handed it back to her. âWill you keep it for daddy right now? I need to go inside for a minute.â
When Sam returned, heâd changed into more comfortable clothes, but he was carrying a big stack of papers and one of those serious looking law books. âSam. Honey. Why donât you put that stuff down and have a glass of lemonade with me? You lifted the pitcher of freshly squeezed lemonade youâd made that afternoon, poured one for him, and put it down on the table across from you.
Sam sat and took a long drink. âItâs good, but Iâve got to finish writing this brief. Iâm so close to making partner.â
You stood, walked around the table, rested your hands on his shoulders, and started to knead the muscles there. You whispered in his ear, âSam, you work too hard.â You circled around to stand in front of him, sat down on his lap, and wrapped your arms around his neck. âDonât make me take Rose inside then come back out here and do something to you that will scandalize the neighbors.â
Sam laughed, exposing those dimples you loved so much. âOkay. Okay. You win. No work.â
You kissed his forehead. âGood. But Iâm still going to do that thing to you later.â You felt Sam shift underneath you, and you smiled.
