It's The Great Pumpkin Sam Winchester Novels & Stories

“He’s got a kid with him. A little girl.” Scars shot out of the storeroom, almost knocking Cole over as he barreled past. Jesus fuck – Sam never set foot anywhere near Road Devils business, and he sure as shit would never bring Cindy into the same damn zip code as Satan’s. Not without damn good reason. Or bad reason. “Sam!” Scars skidded to a halt, saw his adorable little niece on a bar stool, swinging her legs and playing with a straw. “You OK?” Sam nodded, clearly totally lying, holding onto Cindy as she tottered on the stool. “Is Jinx around?”

Cindy answered. "Cindy, it's Sam. Just wanted to check if you got my message earlier. I got lost outside a small town called Saddle Creek, my car broke down, and I had to trek for miles. Then the heel on one of my shoes broke right off. But I made it to a Rosie's Diner and met this cowboy too-cute-to-live guy who I think is perfect. We had a wonderful chat while we ate dinner." "Really? What happened?" "Just what I said, we talked, and he was so nice. His name is Elliott Bouchard." Sam fell back onto the bed. "What a great way to end an awful day where nothing went right."

But their expression suddenly changes. “I’ll punish you later for this.” With a smirk or two, Sam proudly claims it for himself, and just as he coughs blood and the gun shot marks from his bleeding right arm and right side. “Sam!”

"The boys are less fun to be with." "Here I was thinking you loved my company, Sam," the lean, sinewy man next to her pipes up in a high-pitched tone, clutching his chest with mock hurt. "No such luck. I will always be Sam's favourite," Mr. Winchester says, a boyish grin raising his lips and another male off to the side snorts, muttering something about a Tim who might strangle him for that statement. Everyone suddenly goes quiet and the air becomes stale. The woman, Sam, shuts her eyes and lets out a shaky breath.

"Here are the buckets of water mixed with nutrients. We will transfer the young seedlings of tomato and bell pepper this late afternoon. Would you like to be here?" "Oh, of course! Thank you, Sam." Ginny was excited again. She hugged Sam in her eagerness. "Ginny--" Sam begun exasperatedly. "Sorry, sorry! I'm just overwhelmed with your kindness, sir," Ginny curtsied playfully. She ran downstairs chuckling merrily. "God help me from teenagers," Sam prayed aloud. "Ginny, wait for me!" He shouted when he remembered the hot scene in the pool. * * *

Chapter 5 The fight is against Shade Marcus the Narrsissist Vampire King. Sam stands tall, his chiseled physique a testament to his unwavering dedication to fitness. His bulging biceps and broad shoulders exude raw power, honed from years of military battles. His shoulder-length black hair often falls messily onto his broad shoulders, and his piercing grey/blue eyes seem to bore into those he meets. His tattoos, a striking blend of Mayan tribal and Anunnaki designs, whisper tales of his rebellious past and his defiance against the darkness. As an elder vampire and a skilled fighter, Sam's tech expertise and ancient knowledge make him a formidable force in the world. His raw, masculine appeal

Her voice was smooth, dripping with something I couldn’t quite place yet. I tilted my head, feigning curiosity. “That’s what they call me.” She chuckled, eyes scanning me from head to toe. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” I arched a brow. “Oh? Can’t say the same about you.” “Sam.” She extended a perfectly manicured hand, her nails painted deep red. “Samantha Brooks.” I didn’t shake her hand. Instead, I folded my arms across my chest, keeping my expression unreadable. “Cool. Should I be flattered you’ve heard about me, or should I be worried?”

[Evidence of William’s Bribery] [Evidence of Ethan’s Embezzlement] [The director’s Affair Scandal] I sucked in a sharp breath. Kevin, the quiet and unassuming programmer, had secretly gathered dirt on everyone in the company. Victoria opened the last folder. “Revenge Plan.” Inside was a single encrypted messaging app. The chat log stopped on the night before Halloween. A contact labeled “Pumpkin” sent a message: “Everything is ready. Tomorrow will be their day of death.” Kevin replied, “Are you sure Sophie will go into that compartment? She likes these games, but she’s easily scared.” Pumpkin: “Relax. I know her better than you do. Under pressure, she instinctively looks for a completely saf

*Juliet* “Mrs. Hammond,” Sam says with a pleased smile as he descends the stairs after putting Julia to bed, “congratulations on yet another successful and exceptional Christmas Eve.” Turning the lights out but leaving the radio on, softly playing Christmas carols, he takes a seat beside me on the sofa, snuggling up to watch the crackling fire. “I’m looking forward to playing something besides Hi-ho Cherry-O with our daughter.” I chuckle, wondering if he’ll still think that after countless games of Trouble and Rock ‘em Sock 'em Robots, then again, the latter seemed more up his alley than our daughter’s. “Where’s the dog?”