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Town Killer Prologue

SUMMARY: The town of Lebanon becomes plagued by a serial killer. No one knows who it is, they never leave behind any tracks and their victims are never the same. Detectives Sam and Dean Winchester are put on the case, two of the best detectives in the country. Can they solve this mystery? Or will they become new victims themselves?

PAIRING(S): TBD

WORD COUNT: 900

WARNINGS: Serial killer, descriptions of gore

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Whatdya think, a serial killer series! How bout that y’all! Lmao anyway, please enjoy, Ik I haven’t posted in forever (mb)

The ground slapped wetly against her feet as she ran as fast as she could, mud splattering her beaten and bruised legs. She panted and her lungs burned with her broken body, but she couldn’t stop. She wouldn’t. She didn’t dare turn to look behind her, that would just slow her down.

The brunette didn’t have time to think, didn’t have time to slow down, she just kept running. She had to dodge tree branches, sharp edges of bushes with thorns catching on her skin, leaving small cuts across her body. She wanted to cry, wanted to scream, but her life was at stake.

Her body forced her to stop, her lungs with no air left to give, she hid behind a thick tree, needing to catch her breath. They were short and shallow, her heart threatened to beat out of her chest. She closed her eyes, sucking in as much air as she possibly could.

Her breathing came to a halt when she heard a crack in the distance. Like someone stepping on a twig.

Another snap.

Closer and closer.

She takes off again.

She was on the verge of tears, panic threatening to take over her. She sees road in the distance and a smile graces her lips. Hope flutters in her heart.

She blinks and next thing she knows, she bumping into someone. She screams, falling backwards away from the potential danger, but then realizes it’s another woman.

“Oh my god! Please! Help me!” She holds onto the stranger for dear life, “Someone’s chasing me, trying to kill me! You’ve gotta get me out of here!”

The stranger holds her and tries to calm her down, “Hold on, it’s okay, what’s your name?” she asks as she guides her to sit in the passenger seat of her car.

“M-My name....” she closes her eyes, swallows, and takes a deep breath, “My name is Gabbie.”

“Alright, Gabbie. My name is Marsha. You’re gonna be okay. We’re gonna get you to safety, okay?” She smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Thank you! Thank you!” Gabbie’s heart swells in relief and she settles into the parked car on the road, while the curly haired woman climbs into the driver’s side.

Marsha looks over at the girl, sees what state she’s in, and questions her, her brows furrowing, “Can you tell me what happened?”

Gabbie let’s a few tears fall, everything suddenly overwhelming, her adrenaline running out, “I was walking home and I was pulled into an alley. I don’t remember what happened after until I woke up in what looked like a bunker. I didn’t have any shoes or anything, just this tank top and shorts.” She sniffs, picking at her shirt, not really wanting to be wearing them anymore, and turns to her rescuer, “I heard a voice on the intercoms and he told me to run!” She couldn’t help it. The tears welled in her eyes and the sobs come out uncontrollably.

Marsha reaches a hand out and rubs the girls back, “It’s okay. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

Gabbie wipes the tears away, “No, No. I need too, you saved me.”

Again. That smile. The one that you wouldn’t notice isn’t authentic if you were too busy crying and coming down from a panic induced adrenaline high.

“I made it out and I just started running through the forest. It felt like forever, running out there.” She took a deep breath and looked forward, “He was about to catch me before I ran into you.”

The blonde smiled without a word and turned the car left, down a dirt road. She drives down it a few feet before slowing to a stop and turning off the car.

“What are we doing?” Gabbie scans the area and suddenly her heart is racing again.

“I’m glad that you got as far as you did, Gabs. I really am. No one ever really makes it that far. Lucky for you, i already planned ahead." Gabbie’s heart drops. She slowly turned to her savior. She sees a smile on her face, and this time she notices the crinkles reach her eyes. Her cold, crazed, eyes.

She rushes to open the door, pulling the handle and pushing the door, but it wouldn’t budge. The killer bursts out laughing.

“Sorry, but the game’s just getting started sweetheart.”

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jadewritings · 2 years

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Hey! So I know I haven’t posted in a LONG time. I have many a drafts in my… drafts, I have parts ready but over the course of the last couple of months, all of my family but I had been in the hospital for various reasons and I’ve been so distracted. So I’ve come on here to let you know that I am going on hiatus. I’ve got a lot on my plate and writing has just been on the back burner. I’m really really sorry and thank you to those who have stuck around, I appreciate you to no end 💜

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jadewritings · 2 years

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Hey will you doing spn rewrite????

Yes, I’ve currently got a few episodes done on season one but I kinda wanna finish season one then start posting

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jadewritings · 3 years

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When will the rewrites be starting?

When I’ve written enough that I can start a schedule and still have time to write the next part. Also trying to focus on finishing some of my other stories so I don’t have that much on my plate!

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If I Can’t Have Her

Summary: Life couldn’t be better for Y/N. She’s got the boys, hunting has been going smoothly, it’s perfect. For hunters that is. Then a certain someone comes back into her life and everything goes to shit.

WARNINGS: (18+) Non-con, unprotected sex, carving kink, being chloroformed, language, mentions of cheating, descriptive gore, angst, death (You’ve been warned)

Pairing: negan x reader, sam x reader, dean x reader

WIT (words in total): 2,495

AUTHORS NOTE: This is for the lovely @negans-lucille-tblr ‘s 7k writing challenge! Congrats bee! I hope you like as I’ve never written for negan before, nor have I actually watched him in twd (only bits and pieces that my mom watched. I stopped at like season 5 or something), BUT, I’ve read a lot about him and how he acts in fics. Hopefully this isn’t TOO out of character. Also, this isn’t beta’d so all mistakes are mine!

CC (Categories Chosen): Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Negan, Smangst, Grand declaration of love (in a dark way heheheh), Degradation/humiliation kink (Tinsy bit of it)

The three hunters walked through the door of the motel room exhausted, dirty, and starving. Dean tossed his bag on the bed, flopping belly first onto the mattress. Sam sat down at the small circular table and opened his laptop to do whatever it is that he does on that thing. Y/N on the other hand, she grabbed a new pair of clothes and headed straight for the shower.

“Where are you going?” Dean lifted his head from the bed with one eye open after hearing her step out of the bathroom and grabbing the car keys.

“As tired as I am, Dean, food comes first. I’m getting something to eat. Bacon cheeseburger okay with you?” She didn’t even try to hide the smirk that crept up her face when Dean groaned.

“You know me like the back of your hand, sweetheart.”

She chuckled and bent down to kiss his temple before heading straight to the door.

“I’ll take a-”

“Chicken Cesar salad? Yeah, I know, babe.” She stopped Sam before he could answer. She’s been with these two for god knows how many years now and nothing ever really changed with their food habits. Sam sent her a grateful smile and returned back to his computer.

She took the impala and made her way towards the diner she saw on their way to the motel. Y/N pulled in and was eager to get some food in her stomach.

It was quiet, only a few patrons sitting in the booths, the only noise being the chef cooking and the doorbell ringing, signaling a customer. She went up to the counter, sitting on the red leather stool and waited for her order to be taken.

“What can I get for you, doll?” The blonde waitress asked, taking out a notepad. She looked sweet and her smile was almost blinding to anyone that looked.

“I’ll take two bacon cheeseburgers, one of them ketchup only, and a chicken Cesar salad, please. Oh! And a sweet tea. To go.”

“Comin right up!” She answered too cheerfully, considering it was almost midnight. Y/N sighed, tapping her fingers against the marble counter and spinning slightly on the stool. Her eyes dragged across the diner, very old fashioned. Blue and red as the theme but mostly white. Booths lined against the wall and the door directly behind her. The smell of burgers wafted into the air, her stomach making a grumbling sound at her.

She groaned, holding her stomach. Y/N swiveled around just in time to see a guy walk through the door. One she truly, utterly, wished she hadn’t.

Her face instantly turned to a scowl and she turned back around. But it was too late, he’d already caught a glimpse of her.

“Well I’ll be fuckin damned! If it isn’t the beautiful and badass Y/N Y/L/N!” She could hear his boots on the floor as they got closer. “Lucky me, gettin to see such a lovely face at this time of night.” He leaned on the counter next to her but she avoided looking at him.

“Fuck off, Negan.”

“Ouch!” He braced his hand against his chest, a smirk resting on his lips, “Can’t even be civil to an old friend?”

Y/N turned and glared at the leather clad man, “You’re not a friend, never will be a friend. You can go rot six feet under for all I care.”

“Fuckin hell, babygirl! You always were sexy when you got pissed at me.” His eyes raked her in, his tongue coming out to meet his bottom lip before his teeth took its place. Not once did his smirk falter.

She sent him a sarcastic smile and grabbed the brown bags of food and her drink when the waitress finally brought them over and set them down. She left a twenty dollar bill and sent one last glare to Negan before leaving.

She knew it would be too good to be true to think he’d leave her alone. His footsteps crunched on the gravel behind her.

She huffed and spun around, “What the hell do you want!”

“You, babygirl. I need you, you know that. I fucking miss you.”

“Is that what it was when you were balls deep in another girl? Needing me? Remind me what her name was again? Lucille?”

That wiped his smirk clean from his face, “She was a fuckin mistake! I only want you, y/n/n.”

“Well sorry for wasting your time, but I’m happy now. And in love with not one, but two very good men who love me back! So get lost!” She turned around and dropped the food onto the passenger seat.

“Didn’t want it to have to come to this.”

Next thing she knew, a cloth was clamped around her mouth. It smelled like she was suddenly in a hospital. She struggled, but soon, her vision went fuzzy and she felt her eyelids grow heavy.

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Her eyelids felt like a ton of bricks. It was like she’d gone a week without sleep, her eyes burned the moment she tried to open them. She moved her arm to rub her eyes but was cut short by a clanking sound. Anxiety that could blind her crawled it’s way up her chest. Her heart beat was erratic. She tested her legs but looking down, she saw they were chained to the wooden bed frame as well.

“Welcome back to the land of the conscious, pretty girl.” His voice had a sinister sneer to it, the shadows hiding parts of his face as he stood in the corner. Negan always did have a flare for the dramatics.

“You know, your phone has been buzzin off the wall. I’m guessin it’s your little boyfriend’s gettin worried about you.” He stalked towards the bed, one knee making the bed dip while he leaned over her. His fingers brushed away strands of her hair, which she jerked her head away from. “But don’t worry, babygirl, they won’t find us before I’m done with you.”

Negan got up and rounded the bed, not once taking his eyes off her. She watches him, her heart pounding at the thought of what he’s gonna do next. Negan was a dangerous son of a bitch. Always getting into fights with guys who tried hitting on her. While she appreciated the thought, he took it too far and almost killed them.

He opened the bedside drawer and took out a knife. It’s handle was thick, his fingers wrapped tightly around it, while the smaller silver blade was sharp to a point. He smiled and came back around, dragging it ever so slightly down her shirt, starting at the curve of her neck, down to the button of her jeans.

“They better of fuckin worshipped that pussy of yours. Damn,” The corner of his lips upturned and his teeth bit his bottom lip, “I still remember how it felt on my cock. Soft and warm. Felt so damn snug, I could stay there forever.”

She couldn’t help it, her cunt clenched at nothing when that left his mouth. For being such a jackass, Negan certainly had a way with words. That’s part of what attracted her to him in the first place, he wasn’t afraid to say exactly what was on his mind.

Y/N jumped when he drug the knife under her shirt, it gave her chills because it was like ice on a fire. She looked down just as he used the weapon to cut open her shirt. Her nipples immediately pebbled against the air conditioned room.

“Would you look at that! Already fuckin ready for me! Should we see if you’re goin full commando?” He asked as he lowered the knife to her jeans.

“Negan, stop! I don’t want this!” Y/N yelled, her eyes beginning to water.

He leaned down next to her ear, “I guess you shoulda thought about that before you left me, doll.” She grunted out of frustration, fear, and anxiety. She knew what Negan was capable of but she never would have thought doing this was something he’d try. Especially with her.

His hand trailed over the soft skin of her stomach, humming as he went. He closed his eyes, lost in the touch, “I missed you, baby. So fuckin much. After Lucille,” he paused for a split second, undoing the buttons on her jeans, “I felt so damn guilty. You were the best fuckin thing for me, and I ruined it. I still love you, Y/N. I’ll ask you one more time, leave those two and come back with me,” his eyes darkened, “or I can take back what’s fuckin mine by force.”

She couldn’t even look him in the eye. Her heart struggled, the boys were so good to her, even on their bad days they always come back and sort things out. She still loved Negan, but she ached when she thought about what he did. It was a betrayal she could never forgive, because if he could do that, then he wasn’t truly hers. A sob escaped her, he was pulling down her pants along with the thongs she’d planned to wear for the boys that night.

But even so, Negan could never have her again. Her love for Sam and Dean outweighed any love she ever had for Negan. Her face turned to that of determination as she firmly answered him, “No.”

Negan hummed, “Well that’s just fuckin sad sweetheart.” He ripped her jeans off of her the rest of the way and began to undress himself. His cock stood proud, weeping with precum at the tip. It’s been a while since she’d seen, let alone felt it, in all its glory. His slim figure had bulked a bit since then. He really didn’t look bad but she was loyal, unlike someone. She didn’t want this.

Negan read her like an open book, he always could. His fingers toyed with her slit, slowly dragging them through her wetness.

“God fuckin damn, you always were so wet for me.” He sighed, smearing her essence over his dick. He climbed over her, settling between her legs. She couldn’t bear to look down. But Negan had other plans. He roughly grabbed her face and yanked it so all she could do was look.

“You’re gonna fuckin watch me while I fuck your slutty pussy. You look anywhere else and,” he lifted the knife in his hand and placed the tip over her stomach. “Maybe I should just carve who you fuckin belong to in you, huh? How does that sound?”

This was the moment she couldn’t hold it in anymore, the tears flowed freely. She violently shock her head no and he grabbed her face again, “Use your words!”

“NO! Negan, stop! Please!” She cried harder.

He only smirked, rubbing his tip through her pussy, dipping it in her cunt just a little, teasing her before circling her clit with it. He leaned down, running his tongue along her nipples. He finally remembered how she tasted. After all those years apart, he had what he longed for again. Even if it was by force, and she didn’t want this, he just couldn’t help himself.

She held back the moans, but not before letting one slip. She felt him smirk against her. His beard tickled her breasts in the best way that she had so long forgotten. She may not have wanted this, but her body most certainly did.

His cock rutted against her, he was getting impatient and quick frankly, so did her pussy that clenched with nothing inside her. So he sat up and rubbed up and down her slit again, enjoying the sound of her slick and drove home inside her in one quick push.

Finally, they were connected again. He groaned, long and full, eyes closed with bliss. She felt full, a different kind of full than if it were Dean or Sam. Negan had girth, and the perfect length that reached just enough. He stilled, waiting for her to stretch to accommodate him. He could feel her pussy pulsing around him, warm, velvety, just like he remembered. When her pussy clenched he moaned and pulled out just enough to slam back in. The headboard hit the wall behind it and Negan laughed, setting a pace he remembered she liked. Her moans mixed with sobs and it made him impossibly harder, encouraging him almost.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the small motel room. The other occupants, if there were any, no doubt hearing. His finger tips traced her sides before settling on her tits that bounced with each thrust. He massaged them, pinching the nipples only slightly. Their moans mixed in the air. Y/N hated that her body betrayed her, she hated what was happening and that he was doing this to her. Most of all, she hated that the boys weren’t here to save her.

The ringtone of her phone interrupted them. Negan was starting to get pissed. He picked it up and to Y/N’s horror, he answered it. His pace slowed but never completely stopped, smirking down at her squirming beneath him as he pressed the phone to his ear, “Now what can I fuckin do for you persistent boys?”

There was a slight pause before the other end answered, “Who is this?”

“The name’s Negan. The one fuckin your girl right about now.” He looked down as a sob rolled through Y/N. The words were like venom to her. Poison from the tongue.

Negan leaned down, placing the phone to her ear, “Say hi, sweetheart.”

She cried, leaning into the phone, “D-Dean, Sam, help me-“

Negan yanked the phone away, scowling. The knife he held dig deeper into her stomach, a droplet of blood pooling. She grunted out.

“Naughty fuckin girl, you’re supposed to listen.”

Negan tuned back into the other line, “If you hurt her I swear to g-“

“God ain’t visiting tonight boys. Y/N is mine and you know how the saying goes, If I can’t have her, no one fuckin will.” He muted the phone, opting to switch it to FaceTime so the boys could see how he was making their girl feel. The screen opened to the boys face while all they could see was Negan's cock going in and out of her cunt. He lifted the phone to her tear stained face. Her face was flushed and filled with despair. Negan found his fast pace again, opting to use the knife this time. He angled the camera so it could see each letter he cut into her until his full name bled from her stomach. The boys could hear her gut wrenching screams.

Her pussy gripped his cock and pulled him close to the edge. He dropped the phone and lifted the knife to her neck, her eyes filled with fear as she looked pleadingly at him. He came inside her, the knife gliding over her throat as she gargled on her own blood.

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jadewritings · 3 years

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hey...will u never complete You’re More Than That :"(((( maybe u cud end it in sam/reader as m a samgirl. cud u please reply to this n tell me if u wont complete it. just a closure. short ending maybe. i love ur writing n that story. and i m absolutely wrecked that u left it. its okay though. no pressure. can u just tell me maybe :) sending love

Yes it’ll be finished. Part 16 will be the last part. I’ve just been writing so many different series it’s been put on the back burner. But I’ve got about half of it written already so don’t worry, it’ll be finished!

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jadewritings · 3 years

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~Reblog this if you write SPN Fanfic~

#among other things #spn

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Just Words

Summary: Dean does the one thing she doesn’t stand for. Now he faces the consequences.

Dean x Reader

WORD COUNT: 800 ish

WARNINGS: [18+] Angst, language, fighting, cheating

Author’s Note: Heyo! Enjoy this little one shot I had stuck in my head!

P.S. this wasn’t beta’d so all mistakes are mine.

There were two ways things could have been different; Dean could have said no and sent the brunette on her way, or, he could have not gone out and had one too many drinks that night. Fights weren’t something he had often with her, but tonight was a particularly big blowout. They both said things they shouldn’t have, used emotions and harsh words just to get that extra punch in.

Yet here he was, in their apartment, balls deep in someone that wasn’t her. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this, but his alcohol fueled mind just needed a warm and wet cunt to sink into. She bounced furiously on top of him, like her life depended on reaching that release. Dean’s grunts were few and far in between. This wasn’t Y/N. This wasn’t the love of his life. She felt better than anyone else could.

Y/N sniffed as she walked through the door. Her eyes were puffy and her face felt hot from the hours crying in her car while she drove around doing nothing. She had to get away, take a moment to herself to think. She regretted saying everything she did. She was angry, she wasn’t in her right mind. She just wanted him to feel that pang of hurt that she felt.

“Dean, I’m-” she paused, hearing muffled moans. Her eyes widened slightly, her heart squeezed in fear as it began to race. Her feet felt like a ton of bricks, more and more being stacked on top of them as she inches her way towards the room the noises were coming from. The closer she got, the louder they got and the more her heart raced.

Her hand came to rest on the doorknob. She knew when she turned it and that door opened, her life would change. Her trust would be shattered as well as her heart. She debated pretending not to know and just leave and come back later. But then she realized that would be toxic. Because he would just do it again, and again. So she took in a shaky deep breath and pushed the door open.

She wasn’t dumb. She knew what she would see on the other side. But that didn’t stop the hurt she felt. Didn’t stop the tears from forming. Didn’t stop the anger that welled up in her body, her hands clenching into fists. Didn’t stop the look of wanting to kill both of them on the spot when Dean finally noticed her standing the the doorway.

“Y/N!” Dean pushed the brunette off of him, causing her to whine like a slut at the loss before the gasp of seeing his girlfriend. “I-It’s not what it looks like!”

Y/N scoffed and turned around wordlessly and walked out. Dean scrambled to get a pair of sweats on and chase after her.

She swung the door open, the nightly breeze chilling her fuming body. Her keys dangled in her hands, ready to be used.

“Wait! Y/N let me explain!” Dean called after her, panting as he finally caught up to her.

She swung around to face him. He flinched at the fiery look in her eyes, “Explain what? How you stuck your dick in any cunt you could easily get? Not much explaining needed for that one, Dean. My eyes work just fine.” She turned again and stuck her car key into the lock.

Dean grabbed her arm and pulled her back, “I’m just drunk! Look, I shouldn’t have said all the shit I did. I’m so sorry, I should have just calmed down and apologized. Please, I’m sorry, I’m stupid and I’ll be making it up to you for the rest of my life! I love you.”

Her heart yearned for him, to believe his words. But that’s just what they were; words. After tonight, she wouldn’t believe anything coming out of his mouth.

She didn’t trust saying anything. She couldn’t even look him in his eyes. He pulled her close, resting his forehead on hers.

“Look at me, Y/N. I love you, no one else.” He tried so hard. He fucked up. He really did. This just wasn’t something she would tolerate.

She pulled herself from his grip, quietly sniffling and opened her car door.

“Please, baby, don’t leave me.” This was his last plea. She could see the glint of moonlight bounce off the tears collecting in his eyes. She so desperately wanted to run back into his arms, tell him it was okay and that she loved and forgave him.

But it wasn’t okay, and it wasn’t something she could so easily forgive, “We’re done, Dean.”

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jadewritings · 3 years

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I literally can’t watch something without wanting to rewrite it or make fanfiction of it. What is wrong with me. I’m just gonna stop watching tv 😎

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One Life Left - Part One

Summary: It’s said that cats have nine lives, and she’s on her last. Sam finds her on the verge of death. How long can she keep her last life?

Lawyer!Sam x Reader

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Lisa Braeden [Mentioned], Ben Braeden [Mentioned]

CHAPTER WARNINGS: Edge of death, little language, smidge of sexual tension

Author’s Note :: Heyo! Starting a new series, I hope y’all like it! I’m also working on other series that have already been posted to finish so I don’t have so many ongoing ones and wont feel as scatter brained. Anyway, enjoy! <3

P.S. this wasn’t beta’d so all mistakes are mine.

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With his hands shoved into his pockets, coat snug against his skin, he walked down the empty sidewalk. His feet ruining the smooth, freshly laid, white blanket of snow, crunch after crunch. His breath pushed past his lips into the ice cold air, making it visible.

Goosebumps erupted over his skin, despite the layers he had on him. Winter in Michigan was a bitch. In his own words. He took the time to appreciate the silent starry night. Everyone having gone home and most likely to bed. The streets lamps cast an orange glow on everything in its reach.

His coat pocket started vibrating, causing him to look away from the night sky. He swiped a hand through his brown locks before pulling out his phone and answering it.

“Dean, what’s up?”

“Hey, haven’t heard from you in a while, Sammy.”

“Yeah, sorry about that. Work’s got me staying late at the office.” Another breath faded into the air as he huffed out his answer. His breath, a warm contrast to the below freezing temperatures.

“Why don’t you take a break and come have dinner with Lisa and I this Friday? Ben wants to see his uncle too.” His brother waited patiently on the other end even as he received silence. “Sammy?”

Sam stopped in his tracks, his hazel eyes gazing at the ground. “Sam? Are you okay?” His brothers voice snapped him to attention.

“Yeah, Dean, I gotta go. I’ll call you back.” Before his brother could speak up, he’d already tapped the end call button on his phone. Sam sunk to the ground on his knees and scooped up into his arms what he had been looking at.

“Poor thing,” He smoothed his hand over the soft but damp y/h/c fur, “owners must have left you outside in the freezing cold. Cruel, even for you huh?”

After having held it for a minute, Sam heard a low hum. It almost sounded like a broken vinyl record trying to play it’s music. He almost didn’t hear it at first. He held his breath and listened again.

*mreow*

Sam’s eyes flew to the cat in his arms and waited for a sign of life. Maybe he was just going crazy?

No. It’s paw twitched.

Sam’s heart started to quicken, “Let’s get you some place warm.”

He took off towards his apartment, feline wrapped inside his coat to keep it from the icy cold.

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Sticking his key into his apartment door and unlocking it, Sam brushed the bits of snow from his shoulders and shook his hair, snow flakes falling slowly before melting on the floor.

He stepped inside and made quick work of getting blankets and a soft cushion for the cat to lay on. Sam turned up his heater, the apartment almost roaring to life with the sound of the A/C kicking in. Once that was done, he let out a heavy sigh and glanced over to the cat. A gentle smile appeared on his face and he walked to the couch. He bent over, gently and carefully petting down its side. It still looked on the verge of death but it seemed like it’s skin was getting warmer.

Sam looked down at his watch. It was almost 9:30. He walked to his kitchen and took out a phone book, scanning to find a vet that would be open and once he found one, he dialed the number.

He made sure to grab a pen and the little notepad he kept in one of his drawers to write down information he deemed most important. His call was answered almost immediately, no doubt the office was less than busy at this time of night. Sam hung up the phone and tore the paper from the notepad. Staring at the paper, he didn’t quite expect his night to go like this. His nights were mostly relaxing on the couch after having some dinner, scrolling through movies to watch. Sam’s life was quiet, like crickets quiet, in the romance department. No lady to look after. Unless you count work because he was basically married to it.

Case after case, Sam was definitely occupied most of his time. To be honest, he never really thought about dating. Work took most of his time, he’d have none left for someone else. Well, at least now he had something interesting to change up his schedule a bit.

Sam sighed, rubbing a hand down his face, and walked back into the living room. He’d been too busy staring and memorizing all the things he needed to do and get, he didn’t notice the naked and shivering woman laying on his couch until he stopped right in front of her and looked up.

His eyes widened. She whimpered, curling into a ball, trying to get more warmth.

“What the hell?” Sam didn’t know what to do. What just happened to the cat on his sofa? Why is there a woman there instead? Why isn’t he turning his eyes away from her clearly naked form?

He slapped a hand over his eyes and reached for a bigger blanket. When he got her covered, he took a step back. He was in shock. He was confused. Was this reality? Or was he just in some sort of dream state that he was making up as he went? He had no time to dwell on it when she groaned and her eyes began to blink open.

His eyes caught hers for a split second. He could of sworn they looked slit like a cat’s would have been but she blinked again and suddenly they were a normal, beautiful, Y/E/C. His attention refocused on the fact that there was a naked woman instead of a dying cat that scrambled to the wall and hissed at him, her back arching. If his eyes didn’t know any better, he’d say she was a feline.

Sam put his hands up in the air, showing her that he wasn’t going to hurt her. He inched forward and she pressed herself farther into the corner until she had no more room to do anything. Sam took his jacket off, offering it to her slowly. When she didn’t take it, he set it on the ground in front of her and backed away.

She sent daggers his way before she eyed the piece of cloth. Slowly, she peeled herself from the wall, sniffed the air and grabbed his jacket. She brought her nose to the fabric, her eyes rolling behind her eyelids and wrapped it around herself. Her skin was littered in goosebumps.

Sam smiled and cleared his throat, “May I ask your name?”

His voice was low and calm, something she instantly took comfort in. She didn’t answer though which made Sam furrow his brow. Did she even talk?

“Um, my name is Sam Winchester.” He chanced moving to sit on the couch, “I’m not gonna hurt you, I just need to make sure you’re alright. Okay?”

For some reason she felt like he meant it. She didn’t know this person, never seen him in her life, but she knew enough about the world she was still cautious. Her mouth opened and closed like she wanted to speak but she wasn’t used to the human body yet.

Sam got up quickly, making her jump back as he left the room. He returned with a bottle of water. He twisted the cap and set the bottle down on the coffee table in front of them. She hesitantly reached for it, chugging the water once she had a sip. The bottle crunched under her fingers and she placed it back on the table, releasing an ‘ahh’ sound when she was done.

Sam waited patiently. Internally he was freaking out. He couldn’t possibly understand the situation right now but if he took her anywhere and explained that this woman was just in the form of a cat, he’d be sent to the psych ward or something.

Her voice cracked when she tried speaking. She tried again, this time getting a satisfactory result, “My name is Y/N.”

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