Sam Winchester Novels & Stories

And I—Samantha Stone, world-class assassin, prankster extraordinaire, proud commitment-phobe—had just bonded with the most off-limits wolf on the entire continent. I was so, so royally screwed. ARGHHH.

"He is not worthy of our bloodline anyway." "You are so strong," Morwen said, though her tone carried a little bite. "Oh, be quiet, Morwen," Elspeth snapped, turning her eyes to her son. "How was your shift at the tavern, Sammy?" "It was packed," Sammy said, clearing his throat to hide his breathlessness. "My feet are burning from the stone floors." "Did the hunters leave good tips?" Morwen asked. "Yeah, I got enough silver to cover the winter meat," Sammy replied, shifting his weight as his trousers felt suddenly too tight against his growing heat.