Ever since I was a little girl, I've trained to fight things that you can't even imagine. I know things that would make grown men cry, HAS made grown men cry. And through all of this, if I've learned anything at all it's that family comes first!
This is a PERSONAL AND independent RP blog for Samantha Winchester (gender swap of Sam Winchester). Everything is the exact same except that Sam's a girl. Missy Peregrym as fc
(none of the gifs, photo's, etc of Missy are mine)
I’ll be on my Dean account (link on my blog)
me in school: *checks time*
time: 8:00 am
me in school: *checks time 2 hours later*
time: 8:01 am
me on tumblr: *checks time*
time: 8:00 am
me on tumblr: *checks time 3 seconds later*
time: 11:59 pm October 23rd,3035
Sitting on a worn wooden stool, Samantha leaned against the bar counter feeling especially foolish this evening. Once again she found herself forced to wear the Metallica t-shirt given to her by her brother a year or so ago for her birthday. It wasn’t at all that he made her, she just felt obligated every once in awhile to throw the thing on to help convince him that she liked it. She and Dean definitely had different taste in music, but the look of pride and hope in his eyes when she opened it up that morning was to much for her to take.
So here she sat in some bar in some part of the country, the voices of other drinkers muffled in the background as she ordered a beer. The aging stool squeaked under her weight as she swiveled back and forth. Taking numerous gulps Samantha sat back, leaning against the back of the stool. Turning to her left she found herself sitting next to a very intriguing individual. “Hey” She said awkwardly smiling at the stranger.
someone: i like you
me: are you lost