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Video / Action. Soulless Sam's My Soulless Jam

Who: Soulless Sam and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Bloodsport, a bar on one of them warmer planets, Iskaulit, etc.
When: Feb. 22nd and around that time. Let me know if you have any specific ideas for a thread at

simpledog! :)

... Listen here really closely, buddy, because I'm really not in the mood for parlor tricks — whoever this is, whatever spell or enchantment you've got going on here, it's not going to last forever. Fairy, djinn, trickster, you name it: everyone knows space is off-limits whackytown and nobody's taking you seriously. I'm not interested in shaking any green little alien hands, but I'm more than happy to go back to that pretty blue and green sphere they call Earth.

Don't make me start trying to speak E.T. today, or I'll be pissed.

[... Sam, you okay, buddy?

The people about the SS Bloodsport will certainly be surprised to find Sam's kind of confused, hand on his gun at his hip. Careful not to spook him, he might pull the damn thing and aim it at you with little concern over who the hell you are.

Clearly, someone has been... backdated, so to speak, by a glitch. What may not be more obvious to the naked eye is what he's been glitched back to — that is... soulless. Yep, Sam's soulless at the moment, which means a few things: one, emotions are kind of a difficult landmine; two, the things that made Sam Sam may be shaken loose or gone altogether; three, he has no filter; four, he has no conscience. But hey, as long as you're not trying to kill him or you're not in his way during a hunt or something, you'll be juuust fine.

Though, anyone who can sense souls or life may notice the lack of something distinctly human there.

I mean, he's human. But he's also missing something, yanno?

The sex drive is super intact, don't you worry. That's why when he stops by the bar on the nearest planet after doing some manual labor there, he's more than content to sneak glances at pretty ladies when nobody is looking — just before smooth-talking his way into their little black books. In fact, he may just be hitting on a Drift Fleeter, because he has no clue who the hell anyone is, and the more human you look, the better — more preferable. Hey, he's all for trying new things, but banging the more obvious aliens is still a tentative eyebrow raise. Regardless, soulless or not, he's more than happy to be a gentleman, because a happy bedfellow is a happy Winchester.

... At this point he's accepted (with the most skeptical grimace ever) the idea that he's really in space. So. You know.

Might as well work with it. It's not like he feels one way or another about it, other than thinking it's kind of ridiculous]

[He can also be found on the Iskaulit, working out. Looking super fly.

... Like, what do you want from me, he's from Supernatural. There's gratuitous work-out gifs. It's a requirement with soulless Sam.

Though — he does also look a bit younger in the face. Maybe just a little...? A few years?]

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[He grins at the floor, dimples pressed; hey, just because he's soulless doesn't mean he can't understand a little humor. It's practically one of the only things that stuck.]

Usually I just avoid stupid pick-up lines and let the whole package speak for itself. [He looks back up, a corner of his lips curled.] That's more Dean's thing; always drove me nuts. If someone's interested in you, telling them they fell from heaven isn't exactly gonna do anything, right?

[A pause.]

... I guess the looks help.

And you? Do you have the lines and moves to go with yours, too?

They don't hurt.

[Oops, did she just get that compliment back? That must be why she's smiling.]

Definitely better at the moves than the lines. [And yet she's clinging to these word-shaped things right now as she vacillates between curious and hesitant.] I find guys usually respond to just being kissed. [And the last four guys she had actual relationships with? That is exactly how she started them. Not that they didn't already have some talking and flirting build up prior to it.] Probably trickier trying that method as a guy on girls.

[He considers all of his sexual endeavors before. Hnn.]

... Yeah, I'm pretty sure that wouldn't fly. I like not getting kneed below the belt, anyway.

[He looks at her, smirking faintly.]

That's a smart way to go about it, though. If it works for you, it works.

And great kissing practice.

[Sam's pretty confident in his kissing abilities, at least.

If the ladies he's with are honest, anyway.]

You're a wise man, Sam Winchester.

[She brushes her hair back.]

Well, I am a big proponent of training obviously. [She smiles back at him.]

[Rising to his feet, he uses the hem of his shirt to wipe his neck, a mischievous smile curling on his lips.]

If you ever want to practice, I sure wouldn't mind studying, myself.

[Ah, yes, so straight-forward. But that's the most important way to go.]

[Oh...oh.

Her eyes travel for a moment—helpless not to! And that line of his ringing in her ears like...a tease, a dare...permission? They are both academic sorts after all. They appreciate a good...study session.

Permission is really the key, isn't it? Will she give herself permission to do things when they feel right, or maybe just good. Maybe just really good. Or will all that guilt and worry just seep in and ruin it all or maybe protect her? What if she can find Winn against all the odds? What if he comes back remembering her even though it's getting ever closer to a year? What if... What if a little kiss with someone else was all the Atroma wanted before bringing him back? More drama for the audience. Or maybe she just wants to convince herself that it's somehow the right thing for Winn too which is quite a stretch.

Sam looks pretty good all stretched out and limber. Makes it kind of hard to think and overthink.

She's better at acting anyway. She's already moving closer before she realizes or admits she's made any kind of decision. The last coherent thought is, "damn, he's tall" but either he'll make up for the distance by bending toward her or she will, by taking a step up on the air as one does. Her lips seem to know what they want even if the rest of her is more divided.]

[He's more than happy to help her bridge that distance, no worries. He just picks her up like she barely weighs anything, so she can successfully reach him, pressing his lips into hers and letting her lead the show. It's pleasurable, it's a part of living he can actually feel, if even only the sensual, dirty part of anything like it. It's not romance, not at all, because there's nothing left of that old Sam - the one that can almost never have a kiss or roll in the sack, who is always anxious about trusting, always cautious around women, because he could cause them terrible pain - or they'll turn on him, like Ruby.

No, that Sam isn't here, and he doesn't care to get that back right now. He just grazes his teeth along her skin and appreciates the heat of it. Sam's pretty well aware they're not about to start doing anything crazy in public here, but he can vibe with sweaty make-outs, hand bracing at her spine, under her shoulder blades.]

[Oh, god, the lifting and the kissing and the lips traveling across skin. It's hot. It does a fine job of burning away all those pesky thoughts she could be having. She just loses herself to it for a little while. That's okay, right? Just feeling something else that isn't loss or pain or longing? Granted, it will probably lead to a shame spiral later, but that's different too!

She should be more cautious around men maybe. More like the regular Sam. After all, her first love—her husband—also got their students murdered and then accidentally killed her as well. Or would have if she hadn't been abducted seconds beforehand. Her rebound was a supernatural sort of murderer. He had a soul, but it was corrupted in a way. It was never supposed to be more than physical, but it was more and and that just made the endings (yes, plural) hurt more. At least he didn't manage to kill her, but she tried to kill him for the things he did do. And then there was Reid and it really fell like she'd found something special. Something lasting and safe. Something that might actually come with a future. But who gets futures in worlds as fickle as these? He disappeared one day. She got someone who looked like him back in a week with his name and his memories, but there were more memories. And several messy months later they'd broken up and gotten back together over and over. She'd never felt so unwanted or despised by someone she loved before. It made her first two relationships feel easy by comparison somehow. And Winn... Winn did all the right things and said all the right things, so the Atroma took him away.

Romance hurts and it's hard and she's bad at avoiding it even when she knows better. But she wants no part of it now. She wants to feel the strength in Sam's arms and the graze of his teeth. She wants to press deeply into a kiss and hold tightly to his body.]

[Sam's always been good at tactile make-outs, let it be known. Hands in hair, gliding on skin, a strong pressure but firm like a safety net. He may be soulless and has utterly lost the intimacy of it from an emotional standpoint, but he is more than aware a happy partner makes for a phenomenal time in bed. You give something good, you usually get something great, bottom line.

He's not sure how he ends up in the chair of a weight-lifting machine with his hands on her hips (he's kind of really into the skin-tight suit, thanks; don't ever ask that lame-ass souled Sam how he'd feel these days, he'd be so reserved and boring). Lips parting breathlessly, he looks at her as she sits on him, noses inches apart, and grins contentedly. And so very confident, at that, as he tucks a wild lock of her hair behind her ear.]

You definitely get the grade, don't you.

[There's something about that smile that doesn't feel entirely suited to Sam's face at least as she's known him but then that could be true of everything that's happening right now, but none of it is enough to set off any alarm bells either. At least not now when she's caught up in it. Maybe later when she reflects she'll notice the missing parts. Honestly, the fact that they're missing makes this easier—possible—for her in her baggage-filled circumstances.]

And some people think overachievers aren't fun. [Breathlessly speaking of herself, though it could certainly apply to both of them. At least regular Sam. Talking is dangerous though. Talking is a hair's breath from thinking.] Not so bad yourself. [A++]

They seem pretty great to me. Overachievers.

[He quirks a brow at the woman sitting pretty much on his lap, hands still on her hips, firm and warm where they're pressed.]

If you want, I can give you a crash course in the areas after kissing.

[She smiles a little at the praise. And she really doesn't want this fully tactile experience to end, but actively making the choice to continue feels like a bridge too far which is a good way to know she shouldn't.]

Tempting. Really tempting. [She wants him to know the opt out is all on her and not a reflection of him.]

But I think that baggage of mine is catching up to me. ["Baggage" doesn't feel like a very nice word for "missing the love of my life and not wanting to hurt him" but keeping it light.]

[He's a little disappointed — or, uh, something like that, if this is what disappointment is. That's the fun thing about being soulless, you have to figure out just what you can and can't 'feel'. But ultimately, he's not particularly bothered. It's just sex; he has plenty of that across the board. So he leans back a little, hands on the bench under him while he leaves Kitty to sit on him for however long she prefers.]

You'll figure out what to do with it someday.

When you do — [He smirks, thumbing her chin playfully.] — you know where to find me.

[Not ready to push forward and not entirely eager to stop, she does indeed sit on him just a little longer as she smiles back at him.] Working out and studying? Sounds familiar. [Especially in that it's what she's often up to.

Finally, she slides off his lap. Continuing her exercise routine after all that feels awkward and she's pretty sure it would lead to the more she just managed to stop herself from indulging in, so instead she just backs up toward the nearest wall. She may look confused from his side of things given he doesn't know what's coming next.]

I'll see you around, Sam. [Another little smile and then she slips through the wall as if it weren't there. YOU WERE MAKING OUT WITH A GHOST, SAM! Except, not at all really.]

[..........................

I can't believe I was making out with a fucking ghost.]

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