Sam Winchester Novels & Stories

Up ahead of them, a figure turned a corner, disappearing from sight, but not until he got a good enough look at familiar gray hair and a wrinkly face unchanged by the fresh puncture wound in his neck. “Sam,” Elliott muttered, hell bent on getting him and paying him back for what the Hunter had done to him at Sierraville. It was no wonder Meagan had frozen. Sam had been trying to kill her, too, with his titanium bullets, the ones they had loaded in their Glocks now. The Beretta’s shot silver streams, but those were also enhanced with titanium. Still, when he caught up to Sam, it wouldn’t be a bullet that would end him. Elliott would take his time destroying the cowboy.

He stood and held out his right hand. "Samantha Williams, but everyone calls me Sam. Nice to meet you, Elliott." She shook his work-calloused hand. Triggers of electricity surged through her fingertips, up her arm, and traveled throughout her body. Her heart jumped into her throat, and she couldn't breathe. A tingle ran down her spine. She quickly pulled her hand away.

’ the Doctor said entering the room. ‘I am ok, little bit of pain but nothing to cry about’ Dee joked trying to lighten the tension in the room. Sitting up taller in her bed nervously looking up at him. ‘Unfortunately, Mrs. Samuels I do not have the best of news, is your husband here?’ He asked looking down at his chart. Blake entered back in the room quickly walking beside Dee on her bed and asked ‘Have I missed anything? Is she alright?’ Blakes colour from his face had drained, he looked like he was going to be sick Dee noticed and thought it must be because he is really worried about her and the babies.

After we had eaten Bill told Sam to take me and put me to work replacing fence posts in the hilly section. I followed Sam out to the barn and he pointed out a horse and saddle I would need. Sam kept a close eye on me as I put the saddle on the big brown mare. My days of being on my uncle's ranch paid off as Sam seemed satisfied with the job I did. We then took two mules and put on saddle packs that we could load fence posts and a post hole digger on. Bill came out to the barn carrying a Winchester model 94 in a saddle scabbard. He told me that this was mainly in case we ran across a cow that had to be put down. It didn't happen often but it was best to be prepared. Sam and I mounted up and l

I remain composed with a small smile plastered on my face. Maximo smirks at me, his gaze simply darkening in a frightening way. It's the first time he has looked at me like this, “ Isn’t that right, Samantha? You won’t play any tricks on us right, cause you know I am itching to burn stuff up,” My senses are alert and I offer a sharp node. He snaps his fingers, “ Great, Santino, call her brother.” He instructs. As he ashes up the cigar in his palms. I took note of how he only smokes one type of cigar, the most expensive one in the world. He is truly living up to his billionaire reputation.

It was 11 and it was late. Sam sat there on his couch with the killer transport in his hand. He had packed his bag with everything he needed, including waffles. Sam stared at the glittering small stone on top of the killer transport. Sam just wished he had someone to guide him how to use this thing. Sam decided that it was about time he learnt it. He got up from his couch with the killer transport in his hands and went into his bedroom and aimed the tip at his pillow. There was no button whatsoever in on it. He just aimed it and said,"fire"

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This time, it looked like she was telling him something. Sarah looked away immediately and paid all her attention to the red wine in her cup as though she had just found a new friend. "May I join you, pretty damsel?" A tall and handsome man was standing before Sarah. Sarah looked up. She studied the man for a while. He looked friendly and harmless to her so she said, "Yes, you can," "My name is Samson Thompson but people call me Sam. May I know your name too?" Sam said, smiling. He looked very classic in his white suit worn over a dress shirt buttoned to the top. His hair was neatly trimmed. He appeared to be of the same age as Richard.

As his eyes room her body, he begins to feel an uncomfortable tightening in his lower regions. “Good to know.” He tells her with a nod, before he walks away once more. This time not as quickly, since he has a rather unfortunate predicament in his jeans at the moment that hinders his escape. As he makes his way into the office, he finds Samuel sitting behind the desk with his feet propped up on the counter and a machanics magazine in his hands. Sammy is going to school to be a mechanics and they guy lives and breathes vehicles. He works midnights at the motel to support himself, his young girlfriend and their newborn baby.

Vulcan stated in a hard voice, discouraging continued conversation about how the weapons were procured. Vulcan took Samantha over to the wall that held all of the handguns. "Pick one Sam. You know what you are going to need." Samantha looked over the choices carefully and decided on three things; she choose a Kahr p380, a diamondback db380, and a Smith and Wesson HRT boot knife. When she was finished she turned to Vulcan and said, "Alright, I'm armed. Now what?"