elizabeth. thirties. terminal, incurable samwena brainrot. currently in a respiral over jopper. relapsing about wanda maximoff. rowenamacleod on ao3.
hello and welcome! i’m liz, thirty one, she/her. this is an spn blog, so enter at your own risk. please tag me in things!! i follow #userphilinda
samwena-centric
also loves deancas, megstiel, saileen, deanjo, drowley, samruby, & jodydonna
rowena girlie to my core. do not underestimate my ability to make everything about rowena macleod.
i tend to favor the later seasons simply because of rowena’s existence, but the early seasons hold a special place in my heart
ceo of bratty bottom rowena
other favorite dynamics include rowena&claire, rowena&jack, rowena/castiel, rowena/dean, dean&claire, cas&claire, dean/donna, rowena&mary, and sam/rowena/eileen
curated sam/rowena spotify playlist can be found here
my pride & joy is Girl Dad Sam(wena) ‘verse that is set in an alternate post s15 where rowena, dean, and cas never died and a look at ~domestic bliss for sam/rowena and dean/castiel (also featuring background claire/kaia and jody/donna)
Sam leaned in the doorway as he watched Rowena’s little ritual; how carefully she rubbed lotion over her tender breasts, fingers working under the swell of each one, before her hands skimmed down her body. He swallowed roughly as her hands cradled her swollen belly, smiling as she held it, and he could see her eyes following the little kicks in the mirror, the flurry of activity of their daughter that had picked up this week.
He whistled as he stepped into the room, a low sound that had her cheeks flushing as she looked at him in the mirror, her brow raising slightly.
“You’re so beautiful.” Sam kissed her shoulder, covering her hands with his as he lay them against her belly, smiling as he felt their daughter’s movements under his hands. “I can’t believe we’re here already.”
