Sam was in total shock as he opened Tumblr. He stared at the messages icon, everything else fading from his mind. He had ten messages. Ten messages. In disbelief, he clicked it. When the page loaded, there were indeed ten messages awaiting him.

The first messages was anonymous (yay!), and read, "What's your opinion on all the supernatural apocolypses? Like the mishapocolypse, baconapocolypse, pancakeapocolypse (If no opinion, go into the tags)"

Sam frowned. He didn't actually know what the apocalypses were. He went into the tags... and he saw things. He saw many things. Going back to the message, he responded, "The Supernatural fandom is completely insane... but at least there's no Sampocalypse. Then I would be afraid." After tagging it, he hit post.

The next anon (double yay!) said, "You're like Simba. You used to have short hair and an alive dad. Now you have flowing locks and a dead dad. All we need now is Gabriel in a Nala outfit."

Sam blinked. He began his reply with, "That was unnecessary." Then he added, "Where did all this Sabriel stuff even come from, anyway?" Tag, post, done.

Yet another anon had asked him, "Who's your favorite angel besides Cas? Who's your favorite demon?"

Flipping his cascading locks from his face, Sam typed, "I'm going to have to say Gabriel is my favorite angel. Demon-wise... I don't really have a favorite. I'm not a big fan of demons." He tagged it, then the ask was posted. Onto the fourth.

This was the first ask off anon. This-is-my-spooky-wooky-detector (he quickly realized it was a slight change to the url of this-is-my-timey-wimey-detector) had asked, "I bet I can guess your biggest fear Lucifer. Dressed Up As A Clown. Killing Dean. On A Tuesday. Singing 'Heat Of The Moment'."

Sam's reply this time was simple. "Fuck you." His tags included "#why the fuck would you even do that" and "#why would you remind me of these horrible things." Then, he posted it.

The next ask was much nicer. Jensen-ackles-is-mine had asked, "Hi, Sam. um. would you like to be my friend? *runs and hides*"

He actually smiled as he typed out, "Yeah, sure." His smile faded, however, as he thought about the fates that nearly all of his friends had met. He added, "It might be kind of dangerous, though." Then, he tagged and posted it. He didn't add any interesting tags... it made him too sad to do so.

Oh, no. Next was another message from this-is-my-spooky-wooky-detector. "Does Cas yell in Enochian when they do the whump whump? (ya know, the frickle frackle, aka the do)"

Sam grimaced. He really didn't want to think about those details. "I don't know, and I really don't want to find out," he answered. Sam tagged it (including "#i don't exactly want to listen") before hitting post.

And next? ANOTHER ask from, well, guess who. "Did you know that Becky and Ava stared in a movie together? Another Cinderella Story. They were in it. Use this information wisely, my murderous moose"

Murderous moose? Well, Sam knew who he wanted to murder. "Thanks for the nickname," he typed, but erased it. Finally, he said simply, "Ugh. Becky. Don't remind me. Even most of the people on Tumblr are better than her." Tag, post, onto the next.

"I don't even get why you guys cry over each others deaths anymore. You've died and come back to life 10 times now. You both know death is gonna happen to you guys when Lucifer goes out for ice cream and strippers with Dean," an anon informed him.

Sam glared at the computer. This person was even worse than the spooky-wooky/crimey-wimey-detector one. He hesitated, not really sure how to reply. Then, finally, he said simply, "See how you feel when your brother dies and you're left utterly alone." He tagged it and hit post, then moved to the next message.

It was also anonymous, and said, "Look up Can I Feel The Love Tonight by landofrunawayangels. I think it describes your situation pretty well."

Sam did so, searching it. It started to play, and soon he was nodding along. This song fit perfectly. It was exactly how he felt. At "you've got to do it soon," Sam laughed aloud. The song was perfection... and the singing was great as well. Before it ended, he was kind of jiving to the beat.

As the last line played, the door flew open. Dean pinned Cas to the wall just inside, kissing him forcefully. Their hands grappled at each other, the trench coat falling...

Sam cleared his throat loudly, startling them. With Dean's expression like a deer in headlights, Sam exclaimed, "Get a room!"

"I..." Cas said, looking at Sam. Then he disappeared.

"Dammit, Sammy," Dean exclaimed. "Why'd you do that?"

"I didn't want to listen to you two going at it," Sam said simply, before turning back to his laptop. He typed "This song is perfection." before tagging and posting it.

Sastibells had sent the final ask. "2 questions for the moose and /possibly/ a question for the lovebirds. For Sam(uel), did Dean ever tell you about Endverse? I might've missed that part in the show soo.. yeah. Second, how do you get your hair that level of **fabulous**? For Destiel... does Dean like... wingkink?"

"Moose," Sam muttered, rolling his eyes. Dean, who was watching over his shoulder, just laughed.

"Endverse?" Sam asked Dean.

Dean shook his head. "No. Sammy, you don't want to know."

Sam shrugged, too wrapped up in Tumblr to worry about it much. He laughed at the fabulous comment, inwardly agreeing. But at the last bit, he turned to Dean. "Do you?"

Dean's face turned red. "Shut up!" he exclaimed, then walked out of the room.

Sam cracked up. He struggled to type through all his laughter, but eventually formulated a reply. "No, he hasn't. As for the hair, why, thank you very much." He kind of shook his hair as he finished typing that part. Then, he came to the wingkink thing. "When I asked Dean about wingkink, he turned red and left. So I'm going to say yeah, he does."

Once he'd tagged and posted it, he'd gotten through all of his asks! He grinned as he realized that it was time to start reblogging things.

The first post he found was about a mom voice, Sam not having a mom, and Dean being his mom. He hit reblog, tagging it, "#who gave you the right #no one that's who"

The next thing Sam found was a gif of Castiel looking at his reflection in water or something. He laughed, tagging it about Dean, and then posted it.

Next came a picture of the restaurant Ruby Tuesday. After reading the comments, he was ready to tag it viciously. "#well that was mean, #okay look i'm sorry i keep failing at things, #the tuesday thing was all gabriel's fault, #ruby tricked me, #i hate you all." He hit post.

That's when another message notification popped up, which turned out to be from the-fall-of-the-tenth. "No one hates you, Sam. Who would hate you? When you run into the trials, down the line, let Dean take them. Tell him I say hi!"

"I'll try and remember," Sam answered. "But lots of people hate me. I've certainly given them enough reasons... and I'll let Dean know you say hi. Right now he's out stewing about all the internet people who know the details of his relationship."

He tagged and posted the ask, going back to his dash. That's when he saw his follower count. 28.

Sam could hardly believe it. He was pretty sure he'd had 20 followers the last time he'd checked. Maybe 21. He certainly hadn't had 28. This was huge!

That was when Dean and Cas returned. As the two started getting intimate, Sam decided it was time to go. After giving a longing look to his laptop, he got up to leave. He really, really didn't want to find out if Cas yelled in Enochian or not.


A/N: All the messages in this fic are real, and I'm amazed that so many people send them. They're awesome to answer, though, so please keep them coming! (His url is i-am-sam-sammy-i-am). This chapter was fun to write, although not a lot happened. As for Sabriel, since I didn't get any responses... I'm curious: opinions on Sabriel happening?

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