#sam winchester x gn reader

[river13245]

They React To You Being Asexual

Dean, Sam, Castiel, Crowley, Rowena, Lucifer

(this is going to be a thing that I do regularly so request)

Dean Winchester

The both of you have been dating for almost a month now. You weren't oblivious to the fact that Dean was a very touchy guy. He would go to bars and pick up women all the time before you came around. Maybe that's why you had a pit in your stomach. You go to dean who was in the main room of the bunker and ask dean if you could talk to him in private.

He gets up and walks into your guys's room. "what's going on. Something happen?" he asks and you shake your head. "no not yet. Uh I just thought I should tell you something" He sits down on the bed and looks at you. :alright what's going on?" you take a deep breath in and speak all in one breath "Im asexual. I know that you like sex which is not a fault but I just know i'm not going to be able to give that to you"

He asks you to explain it to him and when you do he nods and its quiet for a moment before he speaks. "babe this isn't going to change anything between us. You don't want sex. that's fine i can take care of myself if i need to. Don't feel bad" when you sit beside him hs places his hand on your thigh and you rest your head on his shoulder.

Sam winchester

Your boyfriend was sitting on the bed reading when you entered the room. He looked so nice in the sweatshirt and sweatpants he was wearing. You were taking a moment to think about how you wanted to tell him that you were asexual.

Sam had never once made you feel as if you had to do anything you didn't want to do. If anything he was always cautious for first moves. your first kiss he leaned in slowly, making you close the gap. He also never really asked or initiated for the both of you to go any further beyond just kissing and cuddling. You had a feeling he knew which made you less nervous. "whets going on in that head of yours" he asks as he looks over at you.

You sit onto the bed beside him. "there's something I need to tell you" he puts his book down to give you his full attention before nodding. You take a breath before saying calmly "i'm asexual. I don't ever want to have sex with you. I should have told you sooner and i'm so sorry I didnt i was just waiting for the right time an-" You stop speaking because sam has placed both of his hands on the sides of your face and kisses your lips. "its okay honey, I have had a feeling that you might be and I still love you either way. Plus i have a lower sex drive than most people so you dont have to worry with me okay?" You nod and you cuddle up against him as he reads a little while longer.

Castiel

You were sitting on your bed just thinking about how you were to tell your boyfriend that you were asexual. Your boyfriend had never really said anything about wanting sex or anything like that but it still made you nervous. You knew Castiel wouldn't break up with you because of it. So once you calmed yourself down a bit you prayed for him. "castiel I need to speak with you"

Wasnt even 2 minutes later and hes standing in front of you. "Theres something on your mind?" he asks and you nod. "yes there is. I just needed to tell you that if we are going to continue our relationship..there will be no sexual acts. Kissing and everything is fine but just not sex."

He looks at you for a moment before he takes your hand in his "That is perfectly fine. Angels dont need to have sex." you lean in and kiss his cheek and hug him

Crowley

Crowley had been in one of his moods today. Your boyfriend was a very moody person. One thing could piss him off so because of this you were not looking forward to telling him about the fact that you are asexual. In fact you were thinking about not telling him. Not for a while anyways.

However when he walked into the room he could see the way you didnt come up to him to welcome him back like you always did. So he crossed his arms and looked at you. "what" you asked as you looked up at him. "What is going on? You arent acting normal" this caused you to roll your eyes at him. "when have I ever been normal" he shrugs but doesn't say anything else which makes you sigh.

You laid down onto the big bed you two shared. "Crowley I am asexual. That's why I haven't made a move to do anything more than kissing" He uncrossed his arms and lays down beside you. "really that's what's got you so weird?" nodding in response he rolls his eyes. "I'm a demon and have lived much longer than you have. You being asexual is the least of my problems. I want to be with you either way"

Rowena

Rowena was doing some of her witchy stuff looking beautiful while she focused. You knew you shouldn't interrupt her but this was eating you alive. Your friends had been talking about their partners and how they were great in bed and everything else. You loved your friends of course but its started to eat away at you. That you couldnt and wouldnt give that to Rowena.

She was a woman and many women want that part of the relationship. That kind if intimacy and you were feeling awful about it. Rowena deserved an explanation so before you could talk yourself out of it you walked up to the table and took a seat. "Rowena Love" She looked up at you and when she noticed how you looked she stopped what she was doing. "what's wrong dear"

You let out a long sigh before explaining to her about what you and your friends were talking about and then you pause for a moment before speaking again. "I know that you probably want that and I cant give it to you. How could you possibly be happy like this" She places both her hands on the sides of your cheeks and kisses your forehead then your lips. "I am happy with you. There has not been a moment where I doubted us or my feelings for you. You are the one that I want to be with for the rest of our time here" She pulls you into a soft hug

Lucifer

You had just walked back into your home and Your partner was sitting on his chair that he had claimed as like his "throne". He had been talking to a few other demons that worked for him and so you tried to walk quickly past them but he made you stop. "where do you think your going?" he wasn't angry he was just confused because you usually greet him when you come back home. You look at him "i'm going to our bedroom"

He could tell by the tone of your voice and your body language that something was wrong. So he quickly made the demons leave before turning to look back at you. "come here" you walked closer to him and he looked at you sitting up more on his chair. "what happened while you were out?" He was very protective over you and it was written all over his face. You knew he was going to find out anyways so you begin to tell him.

You tell him about how your friends were asking about how you and your boyfriend was. Asking how the sex is going etc etc. Lucifer nodded and was actually letting you finish speaking. "when I told them that. We don't have sex because i'm asexual they started judging me and everything." He almost speaks up but you cut him off "why do you stay with me. Lucifer I know that you have had many demons and even other angels in your bed before. Why stay with the one who cant give you what you need"

Lucifer looks at you as if you just said something in a language he didn't understand. He uses his power to bring you closer to him and then he stops and holds his arms out for you. Silently telling you to sit with him and so you do. You sit on his lap and rest your head on his shoulder. "I may have had others share a bed with me. But none of them have had such a emotional hold on me before. You are the one that i fell in love with. Don't ever doubt me or my feelings towards you." he says the last part with such a serious tone and all you can do is nod and let him hold you.

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[yourmomxx]

car’s outside (but I don’t wanna go tonight)

sam winchester x reader

summary: sam feels bad because he’s always away on hunts. you reassure him

warnings: angst, fluff, insecure sam

word count: 1.3k

requested by @fuiabarcelos

Sam came home when the hand of the clock showed way past midnight. You would like to say you noticed, but you didn’t. Like every other night, you had waited up until late for your boyfriend to return, but as much as you missed him, you had to fall asleep at some point.

Sam was quiet when he entered the bedroom. For a moment, when he saw you, he just froze and leaned against the threshold. The lack of moonlight was no obstacle for him to make out your figure under the bedsheets, curled up toward his side of the bed, leaving space as if he was there.

Sam was careful when he lifted the covers and slid under them, like a silent breeze drifting through a window.

He shuffled closer to the warmth of your body, wrapping one arm around you. In sleep, you let out a noise and scooted closer to him, pressing against his side and resting the palm of your hand over your heartbeat, just as the two of you always did.

Just like he had never left.

You weren’t an early bird. Usually, Sam was. He went out for runs, or just left bed early to get more of his day, but whenever he was home with you – which seemed to be a lot fewer times lately – you tried your best to let him sleep in.

He barely got four hours of rest anyway while he was with Dean, so whenever you could, you let him take as much time as possible. Sam always claimed to have a sort of inner clock that woke him up at ungodly times anyways, but whenever he shared a bed with you, that clock seemed to be muted.

You were preparing breakfast when Sam came down the stairs. It didn’t matter what time it was, because you were two grown adults living in your own place, and you could very well decide at what time of day to eat what, thank you very much.

Some eggs and bacon were sizzling in the pan, as two strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind. You felt the soft tickle of Sam’s breath against your skin, and the start of a stubble, while he pressed light, whispered kisses over your naked shoulder.

“Sorry I stayed away longer than I said I would,” Sam apologized softly next to your ear, voice still rough and drunken from sleep.

You blindly raised a hand to his head behind you and began scratching his scalp. Sam hummed into the crook of your neck.

“It’s okay baby,” you reassured him quietly.

“Hm, ‘s not,” Sam mumbled. Without a warning, his hold around your body tightened, and he lifted you up, twirling you around and placing you down on top of the kitchen isle. You yelped in surprise, naked thighs unsuccessfully shying away from the cold stone plate.

The freezing feeling was fast forgotten, when Sam dashed forward, hands supported on either side of your body, pressing his lips into yours.

A surprised grunt slipped past your lips when you pushed your mouth back into his. Sam’s lips felt chapped, and dry, maybe a bit bloody. They felt like the best kiss you’d ever gotten.

“Sam, the eggs are going to burn.” You protested when he pulled back to gasp for air.

Gaze fixated on you, Sam reached behind him, grabbed the dial, and swiftly turned it from a 6 to a 0. He smiled up at you, pure mischief blinking in his eyes.

“You’re insufferable,” You said, but the grin on your lips took away all the power behind it. Sam merely hummed and leaned in closer to you again. You met him halfway.

This kiss was softer, slower. An appreciation of the other’s presence and basking in it, rather than the kiss of reunion from before. You didn’t mind.

Sam had always felt perfectly shaped for you, in any way one could imagine. From the first day, he had known your lips like he had mesmerized them from an earlier life, and when he shared a bed with you, his arms hugged your body in just the way to make you feel harbored.

“How was the hunt?” You whispered. Sam’s head was resting in the crook of your neck again, as you pressed your cheek into his hair and carded your fingers through the dark strands.

Sam grunted. “I’ll never get used to you so casually asking that.”

A soft laugh escaped your throat.

Sam shifted and looked at you. “It was good,” He answered. “Missed you, though.”

He pecked your lips. You pouted. “I missed you too, baby.”

Something dark crossed Sam’s face. The corners of his mouth fell.

“You know, it’s days like these I wish I wouldn’t have to do this,” He admitted to you.

You nodded in understanding. “I know.”

Sam furrowed his eyebrows. “How can you live with this so easily? With me? I would’ve kicked myself out months ago.”

Your thumb softly smoothed out the worried line of his eyebrow. “Sam, what you and Dean do out there is so important,” You remind him. “You save people. And you love doing it.”

Sam shook his head, unconvinced. “Why are you being so understanding about this? Why can’t we fight, and you can you just yell at me to stay?”

“Would you?”

Sam didn’t answer, just averted your eyes at the question.

“Exactly.” You smiled softly. “Sam, I know I couldn’t keep you from this. And that’s why I would never ask you to give it up. I would never make you choose.”

“But it’s not how this should be. How we should be. I.” He touched his forehead softly against yours.

“Always one foot out the door. It’s not what you deserve.”

“Maybe not. But I know how much it means to you. Being out there, saving people, being with your brother. And I would never keep you from that.” You added.

Sam’s eyes flashed with an offer. “Then come with me.”

You softly shook your head. “You know you can’t ask that of me.”

He bowed his head again. “I know, I-“ He sighed. “I’m sorry.”

You tilted his chin up to look at you. His eyes were liquid, glistening in the dim light of your kitchen like warm copper. “Hey. You didn’t let me finish before.”

Your thumbs caressed his cheek, your hands holding up his head. “Maybe it is not what I deserve. But it is what I want.” You leaned closer to him. “You are what I want, Sam Winchester.”

Sam leaned his forehead against yours. “You are what I’ll always want.”

For a moment, you closed your eyes. You felt your breathing through the silence of the kitchen, the rising and sinking of your chest, and how it accommodated to move the same as Sam’s.

You felt the beating of a heartbeat. You couldn’t say if it was Sam’s, or yours. They beat the same.

“What did I do to deserve you?” He whispered. You grinned.

“You bring me souvenirs from every town you go in.”

“That’s nothing.”

You lean back and look at him. “For me, it’s everything.”

Sam’s eyes dart in-between yours, and the look that burned in them was so sincere, it almost made his heart ache. Dean had called you a witch once, Sam just called it love.

He wrapped you into another kiss.

You spent a lot of time kissing that morning.

The eggs were already cooled down by the time you served them, and the bacon was no longer crispy, but it didn’t matter. Sam was too captivated by being back home with you, to pay that much mind to the food anyway.

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[coquettedeanwinchester]

— Sleepy Moose —

📖𓈒⋆⑅˚₊୨୧₊˚⑅⋆𓈒🫎⋅˚₊ ୨୧ ‧₊˚

In the dimly lit motel room, the soft hum of the air conditioner filled the air as Sam and Y/N lay entwined in each other's arms, spooning comfortably under the worn motel blankets. The warmth of their bodies radiated between them, creating a cozy cocoon that shielded them from the chill of the night.

Sam's chest rose and fell rhythmically against Y/N’s back, his breath tickling the nape of their neck. Y/N snuggled closer, reveling in the feeling of safety and contentment that Sam's embrace provided. It was moments like these, in the quiet solitude of the night, that they cherished the most.

Unbeknownst to them, Dean and Castiel had returned from their late-night supply run earlier than expected. As they stepped into the room, their eyes immediately fell upon the sight before them: Sam and Y/N wrapped up in each other's arms, lost in peaceful slumber.

Dean's mischievous grin spread across his face as he nudged Castiel, who stood beside him, his expression one of gentle fondness.

"Look at that, Cas," Dean whispered, barely containing his amusement. "Our little Sammy-boy has found himself a cuddle buddy."

Castiel's gaze softened as he observed the scene before him, his lips curling into a small smile. "They do look rather adorable, don't they?"

Dean chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I say we wake them up and give them a hard time. What do you think?"

But Castiel shook his head, his attention still fixed on Sam and Y/N. "No, Dean. Let them be. They deserve this moment of peace and happiness."

Dean's teasing grin faltered for a moment as he regarded Castiel, his expression softening at the sincerity in the angel's words. With a nod, he relented, realizing that perhaps there were some things that were best left untouched.

"Alright, Cas," Dean conceded, his voice filled with unspoken understanding. "We'll leave them be. But they better be ready for some teasing in the morning."

Castiel nodded in agreement, his gaze lingering on Sam and Y/N for a moment longer before he turned away, content to let them sleep undisturbed.

And so, in the quiet stillness of the night, Sam and Y/N remained nestled together, their hearts intertwined as they drifted deeper into the realm of dreams, unaware of the silent guardians watching over them with affectionate eyes.

🪵𓈒⋆⑅˚₊୨୧₊˚⑅⋆𓈒🍂⋅˚₊ ୨୧ ‧₊˚

#supernatural #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x you #gn reader #jared padalecki

[mggsv]

The French Kiss

gn!reader x dean winchester

summary: Turns out..you’ve never kissed anyone before, to Dean’s surprise, so he teaches you.

warnings: none! fluff, first time kissing, intense kissing, heavy touching

“Oh come on- you serious?” His mocking laugh made to shrink more into yourself. Sitting there wearing an oversized sweatshirt that covered your legs. You sat there on Dean’s bed in the bunker, only you two in the home-like place. “I’m serious.” You muttered.

“You’ve never kissed anyone?”

“No.”

“I find that to be bullshit- Have you seen yourself?” That made you shiver. You look up at him, face flushed in embarrassment. He popped open a bottle of water and came closer. “I know i’m hot. Trust me, i’m well aware.” You scoff, “doesn’t mean I just go around kissing people, unlike some of us..”

He rolled his eyes at that, taking a seat next to you, “Well, don’t just sit there- come on.” He motions you forward and your body moves on its own, scooting closer to him. This whole thing- You and Dean, it was new to you. For years you kept to yourself until a case brought you to the Winchesters. Since then, you’ve been inseparable. It was only recently you started to feel something for Dean..seeing him in a way you’ve never seen before.

It was days like these in the bunker where you two just talked comfortably- that’s how it started. Your talks together..just You and Dean.

You lean forward, lips puckered, ready to kiss him. But he laughs, “Dude- okay come on. We have to set the mood. Loosen up a bit huh?” His hands move forward, grabbing your chin. Your hands shook nervously… His thumb grazed your cheek, his other hand gently coming down on your thigh. “It happens naturally..” He murmured, lips close to yours. “So I’ve heard.” you swallow nervously, eyes looking at his as they fluttered shut.

“Close your eyes.” you hear him groan. your eyes flutter shut, and then you felt it- Dean’s lips pressed against yours. You couldn’t help the small gasp that slipped out of your mouth. His lips move against yours. It felt strange, you felt light but your heart heavy. Your hands grip his shirt, and he pulled back.

“Well?” He asks, hands still at your thigh, skidding up.

“Is that it?”

“Oh we haven’t even done french kissing.” He laughs as you catch your breath. Dean lays your body back on the bed, slowly hovering over your body. “Let me know if this is too much okay?”

“..Okay.” you murmur, wanting his lips back on yours. “I’m gonna do something different- and if you don’t like it then-“

“Kiss me already please Dean, god.” That makes him laugh and his lips are back on yours in an instant. Your body felt hot, at the touch of his hand going from your thigh to your hip. His thumb grazing over the bone gently. They ran over the stretch marks, making you gasp. Dean took that opportunity to slip his tongue between your lips.

It made you jump- the feeling strange and new. But he’s gentle…something you didn’t expect from Dean in any way possible. His tongue slips over your own, like a blanket. He damn near swallows your mouth whole. He lets out a small grunt, and you could tell he held back some.

You kissed him back to the best of your ability, even when your teeth bumped against his- he said it was okay- you still kissed. Your body was on fire. You couldn’t help but let out a small noise when he pulled back. His lips red, yours swollen.

“Well?” He asks, looking down at you with a small smile. “How was that for our first lesson?”

“First lesson?” You pant.

“Well yeah, doesn’t just stop there.” He scoffs out a laugh

#dean supernatural #dean winchester #fluff #dean winchester supernatural #supernatural #supernatural dean #winchester #spn #gnc reader #gn!mc #gn!reader #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x gn!reader #kissing #gender neutral reader #sam winchester x y/n #sam winchester #castiel #destiel #f reader #male reader #gn!y/n #flufftober

[starlvenus]

Old friends

warnings! none :p sam winchester x gn!reader summary: Sam winchester's hunt wasn't going well.. leading him to a diner where he would reunite with an old friend from Stanford. __

Sam wasn't having a good day so far.. Everything he and Dean were doing for this hunt was all thrown out the window, all of their research was wrong, only because someone gave them a fake tip, leading them to think it was a whole different monster.

The most mundane diner was ahead; the red sign on the roof shined brightly.

Sam sighed pushing the door open, the overhead bell chiming loudly as he entered. The smell of coffee fills his nostrils, only momentarily distracting him from his chaotic day. 

His eyes scanned the menu, picking out what he would order, Burgers, Fries, and of course, pie for dean. His eyes narrow slightly as he tries to find a healthier option for himself.

He orders pretty quickly, shooting the waitress a small smile after he finishes. He shuffles in the seat trying to find a comfortable position.

His eyes observe the patrons in the diner. An elderly couple chatting over some coffee, a group of young teenagers, that's when he sees a familiar set of headphones, the sides adorned with those "nerdy" stickers, a nostalgic reminder to his time back at Stanford. Sam couldn't help but watch discreetly, taking in their new look, shorter hair, different style, yet his eyes were drawn onto that same bag.. His eyes scanned its pins and keychains seeing the small cat pin he had gifted was still there. Sitting in the spot he chose, nudged between a video game pin, and a movie pin.

Sam sat there contemplating whether to approach, doubt lingered in Sam's mind. Slightly remembering the times he and Dean were thrown onto tv screens..

readers pov I guess it was a pretty nice day.. I have a day off from work and nothing has gone wrong yet. The diner was pretty small and it had decent food, plus everything I've been drawing hasn't turned to shit! 

I got my pencil case out, taking out a few colours, a light blue, pink, yellow, green and a teal. I almost instantly start to colour in the little sketch, layering the colours randomly. My head bobs along to the beat of the song playing in my ears, the headphones slightly getting rid of the noises in the diner. The corners of my lips lift gently, creating a content smile.

  It wouldn't take long until I sensed someone looking at me.I tore my eyes away from my book and scanned the diner. My eyes would momentarily pass a familiar figure; this made me do a double take. His eyes widened slightly as I caught him, his eyes quickly darted away focusing on the table in front of him. I look away as well.. A little bit embarrassed. After a few minutes passed I looked back at the man.. Is that Sam? Sam winchester? My mind wanders back to my time in Stanford, Sam and I were pretty much best friends.. Well that's how it felt to me.  We met in an Art history class and pretty much became class buddies until one day we decided to meet outside of class. Then one day he pretty much disappeared.. Leaving me disappointed, and without my friend. I sat there for a bit debating if I should go over to him, just to say hi or maybe engage in small talk about how his life was going.

  I sat here contemplating whenever to approach him. I decided to pack up my pencils and books, hastily shoving them back into my bag. I removed the headphones from my ears, letting them hang around my neck. Before leaving the table, I put the small mug on top of the plate, making it easier for the waitress to get the dishes. I take a small deep breath and get up. Grabbing my bag and walking over to where Sam sat. whatever pov :p Their boots make heavy footsteps, prompting Sam to look up. Their eyes lock, and they offer a small wave accompanied by a slight smile.

Before they speak, they shuffle into the booth, taking the slightly uncomfortable seat in front of him.

"Hey, um, you're Sam Winchester, right?" Despite already knowing the answer, they feel compelled to confirm, just in case. Sam smiles slightly, his eyes narrowing, trying to place you. "Yeah, It's me.” he pauses “It's Y/N right?" They smile at him recognizing them, "yeah! it's me" they pauses for a bit unsure of what to say to one of their past friends "i- this might be insensitive of me but- what happened? why'd you.. Leave?" Sam looks down, remembering the incident. The memory still burned into his mind. "Family business.” He pauses before speaking again. “I had no say in it, really. It's a long.. complicated story.” His eyes shifted around the diner as his thoughts drifted back to that night. He sighs and continues “But you know that's not important, what have you been up to? You look good”

they swallow and nod, a small reassuring smile on their face. "Oh well thank you! decided to change up a few things.." they mumble slightly. "You look good too! your hairs grown pretty long" Sam grins slightly and looks down, a little embarrassed by the compliment"Yeah, the hair has certainly grown longer"  He looks back at you, his eyes searching for something. A question crosses his mind. He remembers the last time you two spoke, he asked about your plans for the future. "How about that degree? Still pursuing it?" They shrug a little “nah.. A few months after you left I realised that it was really for me and I left to do other things..” they fidget with their fingers “But… I still have student loans which is unfortunate” they give Sam an awkward smile, their feet swaying back and forth under the table. 

Sam chuckles slightly at your feet swinging, it brought back old memories of you tapping your feet together.

 "So, what have you been up to these days? I'm sure your talents were put somewhere else."

Sam and Y/N sit there for ages, just talking about how everything is going, what they have been doing since they last saw each other.. Despite Sam already getting all his food, they continue to sit there just chatting away. It wasn't until Dean called Sam, whining and grumbling about where he was and why he was taking so long.. Sam came up with a quick lie about how the diner was filled with a bunch of people. Sam hangs up and looks at you “look.. im sorry but I've got to get back to my brother” Y/n smiles “oh- yeah that's okay!” They pause and watch him pack up the now lukewarm food. Y/N hesitated before speaking, but went for it “I- do you want my number? Maybe we can chat sometime?” Sam paused, contemplating the offer, and then nodded with a smile, "Yeah, sure."

#sam winchester x reader #supernatural #supernatural x reader #sam winchester #dean winchester #sam x reader #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x you #dean x you #diners :3 #fluff #gn reader #gender nuetral reader #friends #castiel #spn #spn crack #bobby singer

[gamersansblog]

God's Favorite Creation

Dean: What the fuck is that? *Looks at Sam*

Sam: Don't look at me *Puts his hands up*

Bobby: *Walks outside* Have you all seen my- WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!?

Sam and Dean: *Shrugs*

CyberTron reader: *Looks down at the humans and awkwardly waves*

Castiel: *Appears out of know where* Greetings.

Sam, Dean, and Bobby: *Flinches in suprise*

Dean: *puts a hand on his heart* CAS YOU NEED TO STOP

Castiel: My apologies *Looks up and his eyes widened*

Sam: *Raises a brow* You know them or....

Cybertron reader: *Stands there patently*

Castiel: *Nods head* I do not know them fully but I heard of them.

Dean: So what the hell is it? *Points at Cybertron reader*

Castiel: I heard it was one of gods favorite creations he ever made....

Castiel: And the species and gender are unknown, but they are called....Cybertron's or why you call them Transformers... *Walks around Cybertron Reader*

Cybertron Reader: *Kneels down and looks at cas closely*

Dean: *Shocked* I'm sorry a what!?

Castiel: A Cybertron

Sam: Yeah we all get that but why is it here?

Cybertron reader: *Looks at Sam* God sent me here

Everyone (Not including Reader): *Jumps at the sudden voice*

Bobby: Great now it talks *walks back inside while mumbling that he needs another drink*

Sam: Okay so what did god sent you here?

Dean: And where is God?

Cybertron reader: *Pauses* I....I do not remember

Castiel: *Hums and continues observing reader* It seems like part of its memory chip is missing.

Dean: Great now what are we supposed to do with a big ass robot that is supposed to be not real.

Castiel: We have to find it

Sam: Dean. Castiel is right.

Dean: *Sighs* fine when we find out why you are here you are out of here. *Points at Cybertron reader*

Cybertron reader: Of course

Sam: *watches Dean and Castiel walk away.*

Sam: *Looks up at Cybertron reader* Looks like were on a mission to find your memory's.

Cybertron reader: *Hums in agreement*

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[makeadealwithdean]

all these gifs make me think of are a scenario where you and Sam are together. he's your dom, and he was reluctant to let you separate from him on this case, but you insisted, and it really was more efficient to split up to talk to witnesses. so you do, and Sam calls to tell you what he's found out...and to tell you to get back to the motel, but you're not so keen on getting back yet. so you mouth off a little a lot. a big no-no in Sam's book.

he ducks away from the people he's with for the rest of the conversation:

"I'm not asking. I want you back at the motel, waiting for me by the time I get back, you hear me?"

"Mmm," you hum, pretending to consider his words as if they don't make every muscle in your body tense with anticipation.

"If you think I'm playing right now, you are sorely mistaken. Listen to me," he punctuates his words, "if you aren't waiting for me in position when I get back, I will punish you, and it won't be something you'll enjoy. You can bet on that."

You gulp and swallow, nodding, even though you know he can't see you. You say softly, all fight drained by his words, "Yes, sir."

#literally me just getting distracted from the final i'm supposed to be doing for class #maybe i'll actually write this into a fic sometime #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester ficlet #sam winchester x gn!reader #sam winchester thoughts

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Spaghetti

Sam: I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no idea what to put in them. Any suggestions?

Dean: Put spaghetti in it.

Sam: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but you.

Y/N: Put spaghetti in it.

Sam: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but you two.

Charlie: Put spaghetti in it.

Sam: I am no longer taking suggestions.

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[mirkwoodshewolf]

You know how angels typically do the two-fingers-on-the-forehead thing when they heal people? What if Jack Klines favorite way to heal the reader was through kisses? Forehead, lips, cheek, shoulder, wherever. . Thought it was a cute concept that you could do some justice

Okay so I see this more as a Headcannon just cause I can add some more details and go completely crazy with spit balling out ideas than trying to make it flow as a straight up oneshot or even drabble so let's get started!!!

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things

@waddles03

@psychosupernatural

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@queen-paladin

@gay-and-ready-to-cry

So as said above, angels can heal with just a simple touch of their fingers as we've seen Cas do it so many times.

So let's take it up a notch with our beloved nephelim Jack Kline.

Yes while he too can do the angel's healing touch, for his beloved partner (we'll go GN with this HC), he likes a more--personal way of healing.

And that's with sweet, adorable, and loving KISSES!!!! MUAW MUAW MUAW MUAW MUAW (idk if that's how you spell kissing sounds lol but anyways)

The way I see it is before you two became a couple, he did do the healing touch with his fingers.

But once the feelings were shown and you both started to accept your love for one another, Jack pondered something.

And low and behold he gets to test this little theory out when you're doing research and you get a paper cut on your finger.

When he hears you hiss in pain, he takes your hand and observes the small bit of blood trickling out of the scratch.

"I want to test something" he says to you.

"And what's that?" you question.

He doesn't speak a word, only just bringing your injured finger to his lips and he presses a gentle kiss to your wound.

Almost instantly, a small tingling sensation comes at your finger. It's not like the normal way an angel's healing touch felt.

When an angel touches you to heal you, you just feel like an instant weight has been lifted off of you. Your broken bones suddenly feel normal again, scars disappear and even bruises fade and disappear.

But this time, through his kiss. There's this tingling sensation. Like when your foot falls asleep but not as intense, it kinda tickles if you're being honest.

Then the scratch is gone and the stinging pain is no more, the only thing left behind is that tingling sensation before that too fades away.

"Did it work?" he asks with a cute puppy head tilt.

You look at him in amazement, eyes widened with awe.

"How long have you been able to do that?"

From then on, any injury you had, Jack's method of healing was like the actual way you wish your parent's kisses could be.

Accidentally cut yourself while cooking food for the guys, Jack was there to kiss your palm after wiping away the blood.

Headaches from lack of sleep or caffeine overload after burning the candle at both ends with research?

You can bet Jack is there, cupping your head between his hands and giving kiss after kiss till your headache goes away.

"This is so much better than Tylenol." you praise which makes Jack laugh.

"Happy to help heal my sweetheart." he says with that adorable smile.

Now healing on the hunts, those can be a bit rough.

Like this one time you and the guys came back from a witch hunt.

Boy did that witch treat you like a ragdoll. No better yet it was like you were Loki and she was the Hulk flinging you around across every part of the room to where it felt like every bone on your body was broken.

Fortunately that wasn't the case but it sure as hell felt it.

Twisted ankle, dislocated shoulder, two at least three broken ribs and a broken nose.

Jack was beside himself. But he stayed with you and used his healing kisses to help you.

You worried however if he drained himself of his energy because this was unlike any of the other minor injuries he's healed before like this.

So day by day, you got a kiss a day depending on the severity of the wounds.

For the broken nose and twisted ankle, they were healed within the same day.

But for the other wounds like the ribs and knees, he had to keep the connection longer by kissing your lips so that his magic could do it's job properly.

And even then, it would also drain your energy by making your body tired from the tingling sensation.

Still, Jack didn't want you to suffer in pain, so he would stay by your side and tend to what you needed while you rested up in the bed. Even giving you normal kisses (honestly you can't even pick which kisses you loved the best).

Of course there's also the times when you don't need them but ask for them anyway.

Especially during the cold winters, in Kansas, with winds up to 20+mph in like 20 degree weather.

Lips getting chapped and cold, whose to say Jack can't warm them up with a healing touch.

"Hey Jackie-bear, I think the cold winds busted my lips up, they might need some tending to and Dean never returned my chap stick. Do you think you can....."

Now Jack maybe 3 years old, but he's no fool.

He knows when you really need those healing kisses and when you don't.

But you're just so cute, there's times he just can't resist it.

"You know, if you want to kiss me. All you had to do was ask."

"Where's the fun in that?" you flirted back.

Nonetheless, he still gives you a healing kiss on the lips.

Now that spot, that spot right there is where the real fireworks happen.

Ever since he healed your ribs after that witch hunt, the healing kisses on your lips really make your kisses see fireworks (literally and figuratively).

You'd take any chance you could to get a healing kiss to come from the lips.

Whether or not Jack ever caught onto that, that you'd never know but still he happily obliges and you couldn't be happier.

Needless to say, Jack Kline is a precious boi who loves to heal his partner in any shape or form.

And he's really glad he got to heal you in a way that's more special than just an angel's touch.

An Angel's Kiss, now that--that is something truly special. And only you have gotten the pleasure of experiencing it.

And you will always be grateful.

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[thebookbutterfly]

°•. Dean Winchester .•°

Fan fiction recommendations from BB’s Bookshelf. All my favourite Dean Winchester works in one place.

⭐️ = One of my favourites.

ONESHOTS:

🦋 insomnia [Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Fluff] Insomnia was a struggle that you and Dean knew all too well. All that changes when Dean crawled into your bed. << Gender Neutral Reader >>

🦋 You Deserve Love [Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff] You reassure Dean that you love him and that he deserves it. Even if sometimes he doesn’t think so. << Female Reader >>

🦋 This Ain’t For The Best [Fluff] A classic hunt turns into a friends to lovers story. Not to mention a generous dose of the one bed trope. << Female Reader, Violence >>

🦋 Washed Away [Hurt/Comfort, Fluff] Dean helps you shower after a rough hunt. << Female Reader, Injury, Mentions of Blood >> ⭐️

🦋 sleepyhead [Platonic, Fluff] The various and increasingly ridiculous times you have fallen asleep in front of your brothers. << Female Reader, Little Sister Reader >>

SERIES:

🦋 Coming soon!

DRABBLES:

🦋 Should I Stay Or Should I Go? [Fluff] After a rough hunt Dean contemplates asking you to stay at the bunker. You approve. << Female Reader >>

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[green-typewriterz]

Some hurt/comfort with sam please?

When the Sun Hits

Sam Winchester x gn!reader

summary: set in 2001, you and Sam finally get the chance to go to prom together

Ask: Some hurt/comfort with sam please?

Warnings: injury, mention of blood, sam is pining and awkward

Author Notes: thank you for this ask my love! Sorry for disappearing for so long, i got a new hyperfix im sure many of you can understand! Also I took what I had an ran with it so sorry if this wasn’t what you imagined!

word count: 2135

SOMETIME IN 2001 - FEBRUARY

Sam sat across the room from you, his chair far in the back and to the left whereas you sat to the front…you had pulled the short straw. You found yourself turning around every now and then, locking eyes across the room, trying to get him to laugh. He was in one of his bad moods today, hair in front of his eyes and hood up. You and Dean had pretty much accepted the fact that you’d be moving around alot, your families working together as hunters but Sam wasn’t as happy about it. He didn’t want to leave again.

“Y/N,” the teacher began and you spun back around, eyes wide. “Eyes on the front please, Sam doesn’t need you distracting him.” You nodded and got back to work, though you could feel Sam’s gaze burning on the back of your head.

You had known Sam for as long as you could remember, the two of you used to share toys while your parents were out hunting with John. He was always a shy kid, but this year seemed to be the worst of it. Maybe he was going through a phase.

Class finally ended and you packed up your books before heading to the back of the class, kneeling down and leaning against Sam’s desk. He looked up and smiled, muttering a quiet, “hi.” you grinned and grabbed his bag, watching as he pushed the hair away from his eyes (it had been longer than usual lately).

“Are you still upset about moving again?” You asked, walking alongside him, his hand gently holding yours. Sam sighed, shaking his head as you made your way out of the school and toward the same motel you had been staying for the past few months.

He ran his spare hand through his hair. “It’s just…we’ve just got comfortable here. I’ve actually made friends that aren’t you or Dean. I just wish we never-.” He stopped himself short. It was a stupid thing to wish.

“I know,” You replied. He wished his family weren’t hunters. You both stopped in front of his door, staring at each other silently. It wouldn’t be long before Dean got back and started his relentless teasing, so with one final goodbye, you went your separate ways.

That evening was wholly uneventful, an hour or two of homework, some research for your dad then the sweet and familiar feeling of zoning out while listening to Deftones on your hard motel bed. ���Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want.’ had just faded out when there was a gentle knock on the door, one you recognised. You opened the door and took in the smiling sight of your best friend. He was wearing an oversized tee with a blue dog on it that you had given him and a pair of pyjama bottoms. He looked much more comfortable than he felt.

Sam had been building up his courage since the beginning of the year and, knowing the both of you would still be on the case when it rolled around, he wanted to ask you to prom. Even if it were just as a friend.

“Hey Sammy,” you smiled and stepped to the side to let him in, noticing how he was fiddling with the strings of his pyjamas. He was nervous. “You ok?” It was a simple question, but from the look on his face you would’ve assumed you had asked him to marry you.

He laughed slightly and scratched the back of his neck, replying, “all good, just wanted to come chat!” He smiled awkwardly. God, he thought, he was already blushing. He sat across from you, slightly wet hair brushed to the side and fluttering eyes locked on yours.

You laughed at his nerves but pressed play on your music again, turning the volume down so ‘when the sun hits’ could gently sit underneath your conversation.

“Y’know,” he began, hands fidgeting, “We’re gonna be in Oregon until spring, which means we’ll actually graduate this time.” he spoke, voice soft and wavering. “So um-”

He cut himself off, not knowing how to ask. He had wanted to do something nicer, get you flowers or something, but it hadn’t exactly gone to plan (that and Dean had told him to do it now before he got too nervous). You put your hand on his to stop it from shaking and urged him to keep talking and he smiled so softly you could’ve imagined it.

He breathed out before speaking again, “I was thinking we could go to prom? Together?” You went still. That’s what he had been nervous about.

“As friends?”

He seemed to shrink. “Uhm, yeah, if that’s what you’d want.” Sam was downtrodden, though he had expected you to take it this way, it still stung.

You smiled gently. “I’d love to go with you, but maybe not as just…friends.”

He looked up, confused for a moment. You had said yes. Blush bit at his ears as he fought the urge to get up and physically jump for joy. “I’d like that.” He managed to get out before standing again, you joining him by the door.

“I should probably head back, dad will be wondering where I am.” Though you both knew the statement wasn’t true at all, you agreed and let him walk out the door.

“Sam.”

He spun back around on his heel and you stepped closer, placing a kiss on his cheek. To him, it felt so gentle, like the breeze gently brushing his face, but it still brought up a blush so aggressive it felt like he was on fire.

SOMETIME IN 2001 - PROM

It was a few weeks before graduation, which meant it was prom night. You were sat in your motel room, in the nicest outfit you could find for cheap, waiting for Sam to finish getting ready. Since asking you to prom, the two of you had spent every waking moment together though you weren’t, as Dean would say, official yet (despite being only a label away from it).

Eventually, he walked out of the bathroom in a simple navy suit, one that matched your own outfit almost perfectly. You had both found them by chance in separate thrift stores and found yourself extremely lucky when they not only fit, but matched. “You look so handsome.” you said as he fiddled with his tie, trying to get it to sit right. Eventually, he gave up and gave you a look of desperation, asking you to do it for him with his eyes alone.

His gaze never left you as you fixed the tie, gentle hands righting the knot. Sam had planned tonight out to a tee: Dean was going to drive the both of you in their dad’s impala and then he’d get permission to take three (which was masterfully negotiated down from ten by Sam) photos. Then, he’d link his arm in yours like a gentleman and walk you into the gym. From there, his dancing skills took charge.

Each part of the plan went well and it was the middle of the night before either of you took a break to get a drink. There was a tired flush on both of your faces and a glint in Sam’s eyes you hadn’t seen since you were young. It was there, the two of you were sat when ‘your song’ came on. The song Sam had asked you to prom with (though it was more of a coincidence).

The boy took your hand gently and led you to the dancefloor again, his hands finding a place on your hips. You wrapped your arms around his neck and swayed gently, humming along to the song and staring into Sam’s eyes. The night was perfect.

Or would’ve been.

There was an impossibly loud crash and both you and Sam stared at each other in a split-second of recognition before the gymnasium went dark. Screams erupted from the crowd but the two of you stayed calm, quickly retrieving your respective silver blades that John had forced you to keep that night. Sam was furious. John had promised he would chase the monster in the opposite direction. The man had lied. In the panic, the two of you had been separated and you knew better than to call out for him in the dark school corridor.

You had prepared for this, trained. But you had never actually fought a monster before. Your hands shook from fear and tears glistened on your cheeks as you gingerly made your way down the hall. Your only lightsource was the large, dirty skylight that sat at the far end of the hallway and you found yourself glad - for the first time ever - that it was a full moon. Light trickled through the glass, fragmenting when a crack or some growing mould got in its path.

There was a growl from behind you and you stiffened, chills running down your spine. You turned slowly, eyes shut tight. You weren’t meant to be scared, you had been taught to not be afraid - so why couldn’t you find it in you to be brave. Your eyes opened and locked with the werewolf that was a mere centimetre from you now.

You gripped the blade with a sweaty palm and shoved it forward, piercing through the monster’s heart, though not before it could bring its claws down across your face. You both cried out and fell to the ground, you clutching your face and the werewolf growing still. “Y/N!” Sam called out as he sprinted over. Within a second, his hand was under your head and he was cradling you close to him.

Sam was hurt too, grazes littering his skin and a cut pulling at his lip - though he found that unimportant compared to the overwhelming amount of blood that seeped from your face.

“You’re ok.” He whispered, “You’ll be ok.”

THAT EVENING

You leaned against Sam as he got the first aid kit ready, having previously cleaned his own injuries as quickly as he could. Tears mixed with the blood on your face and Sam had to fight not to cry too, he hated seeing you hurt. “This is going to hurt, Y/n/n,” He began, eyes wrought with sympathy and a dusting of tears, “I’m so sorry.” he whispered and you nodded, preparing yourself. He moved his spare hand to the least injured part of your cheek for both control and comfort then gently let the alcohol John had provided trickle over your injuries.

You let your hand rest on his forearm, his mint breath fanning your face as you held in your tears with sharp breaths. “I killed them.” You whispered and Sam looked at you in empathy. He knew exactly how you felt. He didn’t want to shush you, (he didn’t know why people did that) he knew you needed to cry - but at the same time he didn’t want you to feel guilty.

“He was going to kill you. You did the right thing.”

You sighed, breathing shaky from the tears that stuck in your throat. “It doesn’t feel like that.” Sam stopped what he was doing and pulled away, eyes meeting yours.

He smiled gently. “You saved so many people, Y/n. no one in there would have been as brave as you.” Sam whispered and you nodded, finally finding it in yourself to agree with him. He gave you a break from cleaning the injury for a while and you got a better chance to look at him.

There were rips in his tux, some tinged with deep red stains and his previously white shirt was littered with mud stains. Cuts littered his arms and face while a particularly vicious bruise was slowly forming on his jawline. Despite all of this, he still looked handsome - you found it difficult to look away.

He knew what he was doing well enough, sanitise everything, clean the wound and then pray you didn’t need stitches - still, he couldn’t stop the anxiety from filling his mind. Sam was gentle, it was just who he was. Soft, caring hands worked quickly and lovingly while he muttered words of comfort. You were incredibly lucky, the wound was mostly superficial.

Both you and Sam sighed in relief as he placed the butterfly closure tape to each major point of the scratch mark. “See,” he whispered, “Told you you’d be ok.”

You smiled, careful not to tug at the cuts and leaned in, wrapping your arms around him. Sam’s hands found a home in your hair and he gently ran his hands through it as he sighed in comfort. “I’ll always be here for you, Y/n/n.” he whispered, voice strong, honest. You found it easy to believe him.

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[river13245]

The Wingman

Navigation / SPN Masterlist

Charlie Bradbury x Male reader Platonic, Sam Winchester x Maler reader

Charlie had managed to convince you to finally come out with her. She wanted to go to a bar to hopefully find a woman, it had been almost a week of her asking you so you finally caved in. You weren't a huge party person and definitely not a drinker. In fact you drank so little that you're sure after a few small drinks you would already be tipsy and who knows what secrets you would let slip during that time.

So this is why you were currently getting into a nicer outfit. Wearing a white button up shirt with the few top buttons undone. The shirt is tucked into black dress pants and since its chilly outside you have put on a black jacket that goes well with the vibe.

The bar that the two of you were going to was a nicer bar than the ones you are used to. You go on hunts every now and then, either on your own or helping someone with one. So you were making sure you looked at least halfway decent.

Your hands were running through your hair when Charlie walks into the bathroom. Some people would have found this weird because why was a girl just walking into the bathroom when a guy is in there but with the two of you it isn't. The both of you have known each other since you were kids. So she's more than welcome to have no boundaries with you. Of course she wouldn't walk in when you were not decent. She isn't crazy.

"You know you have to be my wingman tonight right?" She says as she stands beside you finishing up the little makeup she does wear. She wasn't one for makeup but she will do light blush and some mascara just to liven herself up. "trust me. I know the routine Char"

She elbows you and turns you to look at her. Then she brings her hand through your hair some more and finally gets it looking good. "there. It was getting boring just watching you struggle" As you roll your eyes you grab your phone putting it in your pocket before walking out the bathroom. "come on we better leave now if we want to make it at a decent time"

As you walk to the door Charlie grabs her phone and wallet. She was planning on drinking while you weren't. If you did drink it would be because someone paid for it.

When the both of you were ready you open the door for her and then begin walking to the bar. It wasn't a far walk and because of the fact that she wanted to drink it wasn't a good idea for her to drive back home. You would walk her back home if she didn't go home with anyone tonight.

The streetlights were on and the sun was low so it was getting pretty dark. The only sounds to be heard as the two of you walked was the cars passing by and your own footsteps. Since you were the perfect gentleman you walked on the side closest to the sidewalk because you knew the rule.

Charlie was talking about plans she had next week and as she was listing her plans off she looked over at you. "Oh by the way I'm also planning on going to the bunker to see the guys. You want to tag along?" You thought about it for a moment and before you could even say anything she spoke "Sam will be there" This earned her a glare from you. "How many times do I have to tell you that nothing is going on between the two of us"

She laughs and shakes her head "yeah what ever you say. That man looks at you the exact same way you look at him." You were looking straight ahead at the building that you were approaching. "If something were to happen it would have happened by now" There was no response back because she knew that you would get into your feelings if you both talked about it too much.

-----

When the two of you finally arrive and get used to the new scenery people start to come up to you. They ask if you would like a drink and you get a non alcoholic drink while Charlie gets her favorite.

While the bartender gets the both of you your drink. The both of you are just talking and not really paying attention until a random girl comes up to the both of you and starts engaging in a conversation.

The conversation is going really well until she says "You two are cute together" This causes the both of you to look at each other and laugh. "oh no no no. We are not each others types at all" Charlie says and the girls eyes widen "wait are you into women too!?"

This was your cue to slip from the conversation because that's all it took for them to hit it off. You head to the other end of the room and sit down, this is how it usually was when the two of you went out. She would find someone and hit it off, while you would sit and read or something else because you weren't interested in getting with anyone. Your feelings were for someone at the moment anyways.

From across the room you feel her eyes on you and when you look up you give her a thumbs up and a big smile encouraging her to go with the woman. Telling her that it was okay to kind of ditch you tonight. You could never be upset because you knew what would happen and even when she was drunk we never just left you alone she always made sure you were okay with it.

Everyone in the bar were on their way to being drunk or already were. Men were at the pool table in the corner talking loudly to each other not being able to understand just how loud they were being. Music was being played and people have been dancing along to it. Groups of friends were dancing together and some couples etc. etc.

Big crowds were definitely not your thing because your anxiety spiked. Especially when all the people were drunk. You weren't able to be around to many drunk people without you being super on edge because of some past experiences. So to try to calm yourself down you pulled out your book and began to read.

As you read you really wished you had your headphones or earbuds right now because all the loud noises were getting to you. Your sensory overload was becoming too much. You were noticing everything except that Charlie had looked over at you and instantly pulled out her phone

-----

Charlie was flirting with the girl. They were both hitting it off really well as she talked about how she was into D&D too but has never tried LARPING so they were talking about it.

Then after a while Charlie looked around just to make sure you were alright and when she found you she seen the way you were running your hand through your hair every few minutes or squeezing your eyes shut. Even in her drunk state she knew exactly what to do.

She looked at the woman in front of her and spoke kindly "hey I have to call someone. But I don't want to stop our conversation" The woman smiles and nods "its for your friend its okay. Go ahead"

Charlie pulls out her phone and clicks on a contact and puts it up to her ear. "Charlie?" the mans voice spoke through the phone. "Hiiii Sam" it was obvious to know that she was drunk because her voice was more high pitched. "are you drunk? Where are you?"

There was a worried tone to his voice and she laughs while shaking her head. "I may be a little under the influence but that's not why I called. y/n is here with me, we kinds separated from each other but I can tell he's having sensory overload and not doing well can you be here?"

Sam had gone quiet over the phone, the only sounds to be heard was shuffling. "Sam?" Charlie said and that's what made him respond "sorry I was getting my shoes on and getting a few things. Ill be right there. Enjoy your time"

She hung up and went back to the conversation with the girl in front of her.

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A few men and women had come up to you asking if you wanted to dance but you turned them all down. You really didn't want anyone to get the wrong idea and so you kept your head rested on your hand while you closed your eyes trying to block the noise out.

You hadn't known how much time had passed but when you felt a hand on your shoulder. It caused you to jump out of your skin. "sorry hun didn't mean to scare you" Sam's voice came out soft and the nickname he let slip out caused a blush to form on your face.

Looking up at him as he took a seat beside you. "its okay Sam. What are you doing here?" He was going through his bag that he brought with him as he replied. "Charlie called me told me you needed some company"

He hadn't wanted you to know that she noticed you weren't doing to well because he knew how you got when people pointed it out. You had traits of autism but have never gotten tested because your parents didn't believe in it. When you had your moments you would rather someone just silently make sure you were okay in public without pointing it out and making it a big deal.

The book that you were holding is not placed on top of the table. "thank you. Uhm I just, Crowds aren't really my thing" Sam smiles and pulls out a small bag "yeah I've noticed. Not a bad thing though, just means you like private more intimate places"

A smile forms on your face as you look at him. "yeah. I'm sorry that she called you. You were probably busy" He shakes his head "I'm never to busy" His words were spoke with such seriousness as if he was speaking the truth. You didn't know what to say but you didn't get the chance too before there was a loud smash that made your body jolt and your hands go to your ears.

Sam instantly stands up and places his hands over yours and brings them down to your lap. "it was someone just dropping their bottle. Its okay. Here" he grabs something from the pouch and pulls it out it was earbuds.

It was the same earbuds that he had gotten for you a few months back. Ones that blocked out most of the noise from the outside world. You looked up at him and the both of you made eye contact before he placed them in your hand. "thank you"

He smiled "its no problem. Put them in and ill play a song for you then we can dance to take your mind off everything"

You put in the earbuds and he pulls out his phone and once you nod he plays a song. Its songs that were just instrumental because he knew that at the moment if someone were to be talking in your ear you might just tip over.

Taking a deep breath and closing your eyes for a moment just letting your body relax a little before you stand up and take his hand. Sam leads you to an empty place and then places his hands on your shoulders lightly. They roam up and down your shoulders and then down to your back and you can feel how your body immediately relax.

He makes sure to be gentle and let you make the next move because he doesn't want to overwhelm you. So when you finally move closer to him he moves his hands to your sides while you place yours on his shoulders.

The music in your ears had a romantic kind of feeling to it and it was making you feel so many things. Sam looks down at you as if he sees you for all that you are. As if he can see all your flaws and still think you are the most attractive man he's ever seen

"Sam" Your voice was soft and quiet because of the emotions going through you. The both of your bodies were so close that you can feel his chest against your own as you danced with him. "y/n" his voice wasn't as quiet as yours had been but filled with so much hidden emotion that it sent a shiver down your spine.

No other words were spoken between the two of you for a few minutes. The only thing you could focus on at this moment was the way your heart was beating faster and how you could feel Sam's breath fan against your face as he spoke your name.

You began to become so tired of all the games. Just wanting him to kiss you but you refused to kiss him and ruin whatever it was going on between you. He must have had the same reaction because he spoke "I'm going to kiss you" his hands pull you against him more as he leans down and places a soft kiss to your lips.

The kiss was soft at first and it made your hands go to the back of his head as you deepen it. His soft lips against your own and then when you deepen it he matches the energy and his tongue slips into your mouth as his hands tighten their grip on you more possessively.

Your knees almost gave out so its a good thing that he was holding you up. When he pulled away it was far to soon for your liking. He had just kissed you as if he needed you to breathe and now as you look up at him. He was looking at you as if you were the only one in this room. "How about I take you to the bunker with me?"

There was nothing that insinuated that he meant that in a way that was like *let me take you home and we can fuck* but still it made you freeze. When he noticed your reaction he shook his head. "Let me take you back to the bunker to take care of you. Ill make you food and then we can watch whatever movie you want"

As he grabs his bag, you grab your phone and book. Then once you both get everything he grabs onto your hand and you begin to walk out of the building but not before you look over at Charlie and she's already looking at you giving you a thumbs up and a smile. "Its about damn time" she mouths to you and you laugh while Sam just smiles and shakes his head while mouthing the words "be safe"

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The night was spent with a sandwich that Sam had made for the both of you. A movie had been playing while the two of you ate. It was a romantic comedy, one of your comfort movie.

However your moment was ruined because Dean came down and whistled dramatically "well Sammy I didn't know you had it in you. Its about time" This caused you all to roll your eyes and laugh.

Then when the movie was finished you ended up falling asleep next to Sam as he just had a hand on you just to make sure you were there as the both of you slept.

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[wildgirllz]

Hey! So, I'm not sure if you still write and take requests, but if you do, could you do a Sam Winchester x reader story, where the two have been friends since they were teens and they had liked each other for quite a while but were too scared to confess until now, when they would have to face Lucifer soon and Sam was scared that he might not get another chance?

Tysm<33

Ofc!! Here you go <3

Sam Winchester x GN!reader

Warnings: I’m such a cornball. Kinda sad/angsty, kissing, Ay y pinche demonios 💀

But now, with Lucifer looming on the horizon, Sam was starting to realize that he might not get another chance. He couldn't bear the thought of facing the end of the world without telling you how he felt.

You were both sitting in the motel room, surrounded by books and research notes. Sam had been reading for hours, trying to find any way to stop Lucifer, while you had been trying to keep him company.

"Sam," you said softly, breaking the silence. "What's going on?"

Sam looked up at you, his expression serious. "Y/N, there's something I need to tell you. Something I've been meaning to say for a long time."

Your heart started pounding in your chest, knowing what was coming. "What is it?"

Sam took a deep breath, his eyes locked on yours. "I love you, Y/N. I always have. And I know that we've been friends for so long, but I can't keep pretending that these feelings aren't real. Especially now, with everything that's happening. I don't want to go into this fight without telling you how I feel."

You were stunned, your heart racing. All these years, you had been waiting for Sam to say those words, and now that he had, you didn't know what to do. You had always loved him too, but you were scared of ruining your friendship.

"Sam, I...I don't know what to say," you stammered, feeling the tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. "I love you too, but I'm scared. Scared of what this could mean for us, scared of what could happen if we take that step."

Sam reached out and took your hand, his grip firm and reassuring. "I know it's scary, Y/N. But I can't imagine facing Lucifer without you. And I don't want to regret not telling you how I feel."

You looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and love there, and felt yourself melting. You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his, feeling the sparks fly between you. The kiss was soft and gentle, but it spoke volumes.

"I don't want to regret anything either, Sam," you whispered, pulling back slightly to look at him. "I love you too."

Sam smiled, relief flooding his features. "I'm so glad, Y/N. I don't know what I would do without you."

You both leaned in for another kiss, knowing that there was no turning back now. You were in this together, for better or for worse.

As you broke the kiss, you both looked at each other, the weight of the world still heavy on your shoulders. But you also felt a new sense of hope, a newfound strength in each other.

"We're going to beat Lucifer, Sam," you said firmly, squeezing his hand. "Together."

Sam nodded, determination in his eyes. "Together."

You both turned back to the books and notes, ready to face whatever came next. But now, you had each other, and that was all that mattered.

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[swabsandcream]

Get High with Me

Dean Winchester x GN!Reader

Summary: Y/N and the boys finally get a day off of hunting and they each find a way to help them pass the time.

Warnings: Mentions of drugs, swearing

Having an off day wasn’t common for Y/N and the boys, but when they did get one, they would stay inside the bunker for the whole day and do their usual routine. Sam would be in the study room with his face in a book, Dean would be in his room watching reruns of the original Scooby Doo series, and Y/N would be in their room getting high on edibles. This time around, Y/N decided that they didn’t want to get high alone, seeing if one of the boys would like to join them for the ride. Sam immediately declined, then proceeded to lecture Y/N about the dangers of getting high. Dean, on the other hand was curious since he had never tried an edible before. He felt like Y/N was exaggerating about the effects of it, so he decided to try and call their bluff. 

The two hunters were inside of Dean’s cluttered room sitting on his full-sized bed, each holding two THC infused gummies in the palm of their hands.

“You ready bro? I’m telling you this shit is no joke, so if you’re gonna chicken out-”

“Whatever asshat, let’s get it over with.” Dean’s cocky tone only made Y/N laugh, watching him quickly pop the two gummies in his mouth like they were pain pills. Y/N followed suit and ate their gummies too, not taking their eyes off of Dean who was giving them a very unamused facial expression. 

“Oh wow I feel...absolutely nothing. You sure you didn’t get played by whoever you bought that off of?”

“Just give it a couple minutes.” Y/N laid down on Dean’s bed with their legs hanging off the edge, closing their eyes as they waited for the effects to kick in. Dean scoffed at them, and he copied Y/N’s actions in effort to feel at least the tiniest bit of whatever they were feeling. As the time passed, Y/N could slowly feel their heart start to race, opening their eyes to see the design of the ceiling forming into an optical illusion. As they lifted their arms up in effort to reach the ceiling, they began to hear loud wheezing coming from the man laid beside them. Y/N turned to the left to see Dean, whose face was red as a tomato as he continued to wheeze as if he were unable to breathe properly.

“You good man?” Y/N smacked Dean’s chest, causing him to take a deep breath and exhale while laughing hysterically. He turned to Y/N, grabbing their arm as he struggled to form words that made sense.

“You remember- you remember when Sam- you remember- FUCK.” Y/N joined in on the abundance of uncontrollable laughter from their incredibly stoned friend. The pair were in tears at this point, grabbing hold of each other by the arms as if their lives depended on it. Suddenly they found themselves reenacting the famous scene from the film ‘Titanic’.

“I’m gonna let go now, you’re better off without me. Promise me you will survive! Don’t give up!”

“I’ll never let go Jack, I’ll never let go!” Y/N’s dramatic words were confirmation for Dean to let go of their arms, allowing himself to slowly roll off the side of the bed and onto the floor with a loud thud.”

“Ouch.”

“NOOOOO.” Y/N rolled over to the edge of the bed to look down at Dean, laid out on the floor with his tongue hanging out the corner of his mouth pretending to be dead. This triggered hysterics from both of them once more, leading to a slightly annoyed Sam to poke his head through the already cracked door to Dean’s room.

“Can you guys keep it down? I’m trying to get some work done out here.”

“Sammy you gotta try this shit man I’m begging you.” Dean spoke indistinctly, grabbing the side of the bed to assist him with getting up to stand on his two feet. He stumbled over to Sam like a toddler just learning how to walk, nearly falling into his little brother’s arms as he lost balance and ended up smacking his bottom on the hard floor. 

“Ouch.”

Y/N managed to calm down enough to lift themselves up off the bed and walk towards the doorway, stepping over Dean and pushing Sam aside in effort to get out of the room. Their throat felt like it was on fire, so they made a break for the kitchen in effort to quench their thirst. Once they made it to the kitchen, they grabbed two cold bottles of water and attempted to return back to the room, until they were stopped by Sam, who was more concerned than irritated at the moment.

“How long is this supposed to last Y/N? We could end up having a case tomorrow.”

“Relax man, we’ll be fine. Get those tighty whities out your ass for me yeah?” Y/N said calmly as they brushed past the most responsible person of the three, and back to their partner in crime who was sitting idle on the floor. Y/N helped Dean back up to his feet, giving him one of the bottles of water and guiding him back to the bed. 

“Here you go man, go ahead and lay down. I’m gonna go back to my room and pass out. You’ll be alright I promise.” Y/N oversaw Dean chug his water like he was suffering from dehydration and lay back down in his bed, all four limbs spread out on each side. Seeing that Dean was fully relaxed and safe, Y/N made their way back to their own room, passing out as soon as their head hit the pillow of their bed. 

Dean let his high fully wash over him as he remained laid out on his bed, imagining that he was floating in the middle of the ocean all by himself. For the first time in a very long time he felt at peace, like he didn’t have a single thing to worry about. There were no monsters, no demons, no angels, nothing. Just him, a large body of water, the blaring hot sun above him, and the baby blue sky surrounding him. If this is what it always felt like to be high, then Dean never wanted to come back down. 

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[mggsv]

Interrogation

afab!vamp reader x sam winchester (18+) slight dean!

summary: Sam’s taking his interrogation time with you seriously, while Dean watches how helpless you are in his arms.

warnings: reader is cuffed, choking, mentions of blood, spanking, trigger warming for sl*t wrist, choking

* for better context this is consensual between them, i apologize!!

“I need a name, now.”

“I..I don’t have one. I told you- fuck- I’m not affiliated with any other vampires. Hah..it wasn’t me.”

Sam’s big hand held your small cuffed wrist together while his thick cock buried itself deep within you. Your eyes watered while he plowed into you, each thrust just as hard as the others. You bit into your lip, your fangs out and thirsty. They’ve kept you for two days, constantly fucking into that slut of a hole of yours. Your ass was in the air right at the edge of the bed. You had nothing to hold onto, just his trust which you know you didn’t have. After all, they’re Winchester’s, and you’re a vampire. Everyone knew what happened when the two collided. “Fuck- Sam…mph..”

“Sam!“ you gasp. He forces you down, your face hitting the pillow beneath you. He pulls out, hand slapping your ass. “I need a name.” He grumbles. Your cunt throbbed from the loss of his cock. How it filled you so well… His thumb grazed over that sweet sensitive nub of yours, your legs shaking from the sensation. His hand comes down again, even harder- making you gasp and shut your eyes for just a second. You adjust your head best you can, staring right into the eyes of Dean Winchester. He sipped his small class of whiskey while he stared back at you. Pure disgust in his eyes, but his hard cock said differently. He gets up, leather boots steady against the floor- you could hear it better than he could.

That’s when you smelled it- blood. Most importantly, blood from a winchester. You whimpered, back arching as your fangs sharpened. Your mouth opened as Dean neared you, your sex clenching around the air. “Please-“ you gasp, Dean’s hand coming up to your neck and squeezing. “Please what?” he grumbles.

“Please..sir.” You stared right into his eyes, they’d be the last eyes you’ll ever look in, assuming your position. He could kill you, he will, kill you..

“Drink.” Was all he replied with, the fresh shot of whiskey fanning your face. Sam’s strong arm came round your head, his wrist was slit and his blood dripped down onto your chest. You held your tongue out, catching the fulfilling droplets. You felt your world open- your heart bursting. Your legs shook as the flavor- the opportunity, the chance..drinking from a Winchester all the while he fucked you. Dean’s hand tightened its grip around your neck. “A name. Now. Who’s killing all those people damnit-“

“Riley.” You moaned, Sam’s thick cock slipping back into you. “That’s- Thats all i know i swear.” A smirk rose on Deans lip, Sam’s wrist coming up to your mouth. Your drank from him while he plowed you from behind. Your eyes watered, your cunt feeling full and overstimulated. You were full everywhere. Still, Dean’s hand held its placement around your neck, his cup of whiskey raising to his lips. “Well, i think you know more than that.”

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[certifiablyseth]

「 SUPERNATURAL FICS ! 」 . . . 📂

supernatural : dean winchester, sam winchester

fics : 24

「 DISCLAIMER ! 」 ❝ 🪩 means the reader is male ! if there is no 🪩 the reader is gender-neutral :> ❞ 「 DISCLAIMER ! 」

「 DEAN WINCHESTER ! 」 . . . 📂

⊹˚.⋆ camboy - ,, @gayaristocrat 🪩 [smut]

⊹˚.⋆ comfort - ,, @vimagines

⊹˚.⋆ different kind of hunting - ,, @bigfan-fanfic 🪩

⊹˚.⋆ end of the line - ,, @chucksfavouriteprophet

⊹˚.⋆ excuse the shit out of the goddamn french - ,, @cuddly-dean-baby 🪩

⊹˚.⋆ forgiveness - ,, @chaoticforever 🪩

⊹˚.⋆ i don’t know what I did, but I did it - ,, @cuddly-dean-baby 🪩

⊹˚.⋆ intertwined - ,, @alluvision

⊹˚.⋆ let me help you - ,, @dannieherb

⊹˚.⋆ lose somebody (too little, too late) - ,, @chaoticforever 🪩

⊹˚.⋆ movie marathon - ,, @multifandomxreader 🪩

⊹˚.⋆ my pining is meant to be from afar - ,, @bigfan-fanfic 🪩

⊹˚.⋆ sorry for kicking your ass - ,, @bigfan-fanfic 🪩

⊹˚.⋆ teaser - ,, @dannieherb

⊹˚.⋆ we gotta stop running into each other like this - ,, @bigfan-fanfic 🪩

「 SAM WINCHESTER ! 」 . . . 📁

⊹˚.⋆ cuddling - ,, @alexsoenomel

⊹˚.⋆ don’t look - ,, @cantstoptheimagines

⊹˚.⋆ edging - ,, @gayaristocrat 🪩 [smut]

⊹˚.⋆ give me your love (open your eyes) - ,, @chaoticforever 🪩

⊹˚.⋆ long - ,, @loud-bread-boy

⊹˚.⋆ milking - ,, @gayaristocrat 🪩 [smut]

⊹˚.⋆ we are more - ,, @bigfan-fanfic 🪩

「 SAM & DEAN ! 」 . . . 📂

⊹˚.⋆ playboy having fun - ,, @chaoticforever 🪩 [smut]

⊹˚.⋆ choices - ,, @talesmaniac89 [choose your own adventure] - deans was gender neutral but sadly sams was not :( sorry guys

(will continue adding btw)

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