Sam X Dean Novels & Stories

Dad really has some reputation over here, I noted. "You may leave the boy to us, you are a man of great responsibility in this town and I wouldn't want to keep you any longer here" he added "then I owe you a beer" uncle stark smiled " have a great day Sam" he patted my shoulders then left "Samael Phantom" the principal scanned my report his eyes constricting in each progression. I felt myself swallow a huge gulp of saliva. " sir" I said respectfully "senior year.....you have quite a reputation for yourself" he said seriously

I shrugged. “Thank you for that.” He smiled, but it felt so distant. That was when I remembered that we are nothing but mere strangers. “Let’s meet up if fate wants us to.” He smiled, totally unaware that I could easily make up this so-called fate by swinging by his restaurant and stuff, but I didn’t say that out loud since that could totally make myself sound like a creep. “Yay to fate!” I chuckled as I said that. “Bye, Sam.” Dean said, as he hurried to leave.

Giovanni (Gio) POV I was in my office, running over yesterdays events through my head, thinking about the rogue that was able to outrun my wolves. I also chased after her, but she hid and was able to make herself untraceable. I was frustrated, and I didn't even know why. My wolf was pacing in my head like crazy, causing me headaches and not lessening my thoughts about her. Sam's POV I woke up with the worst headache. I looked around. Where am I? Then I remembered that I had run away and was at a hotel.

Samantha is making sure that her old pack is the first to experience her wrath. The next night, the warriors, witches, and several security technicians went to the Redwood Pack. This was the time to break through all barriers. Samantha was going to blow up their security centers first, then she was going to kill Alexi. She was the one that ruined her life because of her very existence.

Sam continued with a sinister look in his eyes, “In the end, my woman died along with the baby in her stomach. So, eight years ago, I set up a trap to kill Mo’s father. However, Mo ran away to Saem at the critical time…” “He shouldn’t have involved your woman and child in this. He wasn’t moral in the first place,” Chase said suddenly. “That kid now dares to come back to South River City. I’d like to see if he’s as lucky as he was back then.” Sam snorted coldly. “Careful.” Chase suddenly shook his head. “Watch out for that old man with him. If I’m not wrong, he’s a black magic practitioner from Saem.”

“Your wife?” Samantha laughed manically as I felt Dean’s presence behind me. He placed a hand on my shoulder from behind, and squeezed gently. “You were never this blind while we were growing up.” “Will you insult me now too?” Dean’s voice was quiet, and I knew him too well not to see the danger in that. But Samantha, who claimed to have grown up with them, was too blind to see it. Whether she was ignorant, or arrogantly stupid I would never know, but she continued.

Sam smirked, still not trusting herself to do much more than open her eyes at her rescuers. “I’m.. ah...I’m sorry.” Alex stuttered, looking at her, her eyes drawing him in. Never before had he felt an energy from anyone like this before. Her eyes seemed to glow, drawing him in. “Are you okay?” “Oh sure.” Sam retorted, closing her eyes, flipping her hand dismissively at him. “I always lay in my own blood in the mud.” She opened her eyes, batting them as she smiled at him, “It’s great for the pores ya know.” She extended her bloodied hand towards him, “The name is Sam, Sam Collins.”

"It seems your memory is a little fuzzy, brother. Our record is three hundred and fifty to three hundred and forty-nine in my favor." "No. You have it backward. I'm the one at three hundred and fifty." Dean was grateful for Sam. He was the only thing remotely close to a family he had left, since his father had all but disowned him following the loss of his mother. Sam had always been there, from drunken bar fights to all-out werewolf brawls in every corner of New York. He was the one person Dean could count on to watch his back. Sam had fought off every single pack member who slandered him in his absence the first time he went out in search of his mother's killer. He returned a week later to

"Well, beautiful, my name is Christian Sampson and what is your name?" She giggled slightly. "My name is Samantha Lexington, but everyone calls me Sam." I love her name! "Sam." It rolls off my tongue with ease and I feel her body shiver at hearing her name come out of my mouth. My gaze quickly darts to her plump, seductive lips. My eyes darken as Deuce tries to take control, he wants to mark and mate with this goddess in front of me...right NOW so that everyone will know that she is ours!

"He asked me to marry him!" Samantha screams through my cell phone speakers. My. World. Stops. I'm not sure if it's because Sam is my oldest and longest friend or if there is some other reason I freeze. I want to be excited by her news, but I'm not. "Congrats. That is so exciting. I'm happy for you, Sam." Fuck did I lie to Sam? Now I know something is wrong with me. This is Sam we're talking about. Samantha Laplow, with her long brown hair and soft blue eyes. She would make any man happy. But that man will, unfortunately, never be me.