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Merry Christmas, Baby

Summary: You and Sam spend a quiet Christmas Eve together. Rewrite of 03x08: “A Very Supernatural Christmas.”

Word Count: 1792

Warnings: fluff, implied smut

Pairing: Sam x Reader

A/N: This was written as a request for @tloveswriting ! Hey! i love your page and i was wondering if I could get a Sam x Reader where its the holidays or winter (i’m over fall already lol) or maybe one where Sam is seeing the reader, who is remotely younger (she’s like 20) or something like that? please and thank youuuuu. Thank you for your request! I went ahead and wrote both of your ideas into one! I hope you like it!! ❤❤

Winchester Fantasies’ Masterlist

You stood on your tiptoes, your hands barely reaching the top of the Christmas tree. You leaned as far as your body could stretch, finally reaching the tip. You placed the tin foil star you'd made on the top. It flopped to the side, but stayed in place nevertheless.

You stepped back and placed your hands on your hips, proudly surveying your work. You'd been lucky to find such a great deal on the tree. It'd been the last one on the lot and the tiniest. Its limbs were scraggly and places where there should have been leaves, it was bare. But you'd been desperate to find one, and the man had offered you a price you just couldn't resist.

You'd sat all evening making homemade ornaments out if anything you could find. There were some made of tin foil like the star, some of old newspaper clippings, and others made of discarded beer bottle caps. There were even a couple you'd made from cutouts from one of Dean's porno mags.

You only had $10.00 to your name after buying the tree so that left very little in the way if buying gifts. That meant the boys were getting a couple candy bars and a handful of various snacks from the gas station. Even though you knew Sam and Dean wouldn't mind, you felt as if you'd somehow let them down. With everything going on with he Yellow Eyed Demon, they'd barely had time to relax. Now it was Christmas Eve, the one time they might actually get to let their hair down and celebrate, and you couldn't even afford a proper Christmas Eve dinner or actual presents. You knew it was a part of the life, but it didn't make it any easier.

You were just finishing popping popcorn when you heard the lock on the door turn. Sam walked in, shaggy hair mussed from the frigid wind, and his jacket speckled white with a light layer of snow.

“Brr…” he shivered, the grocery store bags in his hands making it hard for him to close and lock the door behind him easily.

“Hey,” you greeted, shooting him a smile before pouring the popcorn into an old stained and cracked bowl.

“Hey,” Sam said, setting the bags on the table. He sniffed the air. “Popcorn?” he asked with a grin, shrugging off his coat and throwing it over one of the chairs.

“Yep!” you said, turning from the counter and carrying the bowl over to him. You extended it, and Sam took a handful, popping some in his mouth.

He closed his eyes and hummed in appreciation. “Can't remember the last time I had popcorn,” he chuckled.

You laughed. “Yeah, it's been a while for me, too,” you said. “I'm sorry I don't have anything else to eat,” you said apologetically.

“Don't worry, baby,” Sam said, coming to your side and pecking your cheek. “I got us some different snacks and some eggnog.”

“Ooo…” you said, setting the bowl down and taking up the bags. You brought them to the counter and began taking the items out. “So I saw they're going to be having “A Christmas Story” on TV tonight, and I thought we could watch it. That sound good to you, babe?”

You opened the box of Cheez-Its and were about to open the bag when you realized Sam hadn't answered your question. “Babe?” you asked, turning around. Sam stood stockstill, his back to you, staring at the Christmas tree in the corner.

“Sam?” you asked quietly, coming to his side. His eyes were misty, and his jaw clenched.

Your stomach dropped. Maybe buying the tree hadn't been such a great idea. You knew John rarely let the boys celebrate Christmas, and when they did, it was always under a heavy cloud of doom. Christmas had never really been Christmas to them, and you feared the tree might be bringing back unpleasant memories to Sam's mind.

“Sam,” you said again, placing your hand on his forearm. “I...I'm sorry if….”

“It's beautiful,” Sam breathed.

“What?” you asked, not expecting that response.

Sam looked down at you, his kaleidoscopic eyes glistening with tears. A single tear slipped down his cheek, and his lower lip trembled as he gave you a small smile. “It's beautiful, baby,” Sam said.

He pulled you into a hug, the warmth of his body enveloping you. You wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face into his chest and breathing in his familiar scent.

Sam nuzzled his face into your hair, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of your neck. “I didn't think I could love you anymore than I already do, but I think I just fell in love with you a little more,” he said, his voice a choked whisper.

“I love you, too,” you said, leaning back and brushing the tears off his cheeks. You pulled him down, placing your lips onto his. He squeezed your hips affectionately before pulling away.

He sniffed and cleared his throat. “You said “A Christmas Story” was on tonight?” he asked, going over to the couch and sitting down.

“Yeah, you want to turn it on?” you asked.

“Sure,” Sam said, finding the TV guide.

You went back to depositing the snacks into bowls. “Where’s Dean?” you asked, realizing it was after 9:00 and the older Winchester still wasn’t back.

“Still at the bar,” Sam said. “I think everything with the Yellow Eyed Demon is really getting to him - bringing up some stuff that he tried to bury.”

You felt that same prick of guilt at getting the Christmas tree. You knew both boys were struggling, and although you knew Sam appreciated your efforts, you weren’t sure if Dean would react the same way. You shook it off, though, as you brought the snacks and joined Sam on the couch.

“You could have stayed at the bar, too, you know?” you said, handing Sam a cup of the eggnog.

Sam gave you a playful smile before throwing his arm over you. You snuggled in close, relishing his warmth. “Now why would I do that when I have such a beautiful girl to come home to?” he asked, placing a gentle kiss on your head.

You giggled and felt the butterflies Sam always seemed to be able to elicit. You shivered. “Kinda wish we had a fireplace,” you said wishfully, pulling your knees to your chest and burrowing deeper into Sam’s side.

Sam leaned down, his lips grazing your ear. “I know something that could warm us both right up,” he said, his voice low. He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively when you looked up at him.

“Stop!” you laughed, swatting his leg good-naturedly. Sam chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. “Oh, look!” you exclaimed. “It’s starting.”

You and Sam watched the movie for a while, just enjoying one another’s company in amicable silence. After a while, you got up to refill your drinks and get more snacks. When you came back, you found Sam still watching the TV, but his eyes weren’t focused. He was deep in thought, worrying his bottom lip.

“Earth to Sam,” you said, light-heartedly poking his side, the one you knew he was especially ticklish on. He squirmed and grinned, coming back to reality. “What were you thinking about?” you asked.

He placed his arm snuggly around your waist, and you laid your head on his chest, his heartbeat a soft and steady rhythm. He took a deep breath. “I was just thinking…. When we have our own home one day, I want every Christmas to be just like this one,” he said wistfully.

“We’ll have a big house - big enough to hold a dozen Christmas trees if we want,” Sam said, and you giggled. “We’ll go all out. Lights, tinsel, garland, and holly; the whole nine yards. We’ll have Christmas dinner with all the trimmings, and we’ll invite everyone we know: Dean, Bobby, Ellen, Jo, and Ash…. And we’ll have a big fireplace - the best we can find - so you don’t get cold,” he said, nuzzling your temple teasingly.

You chuckled and kissed his cheek. “You know I’m only twenty, right?” you asked. “And you’re not much older. It’ll be a while before we think about settling down.”

You looked away and bit your lower lip. “And plus...I know you wanted to have that kind of life with Jess,” you whispered, suddenly sobering.

“(Y/N),” he said, tightening his hold on you. “Look at me.”

You looked up gingerly, afraid you’d find rejection. Instead you saw nothing but love in his eyes. “I did want that with Jess. She was my first love, and there will always be a part of my me that wishes she hadn’t died,” he admitted.

He paused, his hand caressing your cheek. “But baby, when I think about my future, I see you by my side. You’re the first thing on my mind in the morning and the last thing I think about at night. You’re the only one I ever want to wake up to, and you’re the one I want to spend every Christmas with,” he said sincerely.

You felt tears prick the backs of your eyes at his words. You reached up, your fingers trailing his jawline. He’d seen so much and experienced more heartache than someone his age should ever have to. But somehow his heart was still soft. He felt so deeply and everything he said meant something. You loved him more than words could ever describe, but you’d try to show him just how much until your dying day.

You smiled. “I love you, Sam Winchester,” you said. “We’ve got a long way to go, but I wouldn’t want to spend this journey with anyone but you.”

Sam grinned before lowering his mouth to yours. His lips were soft and the kiss chaste. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as his hands kneaded your sides.

The kiss quickly deepened, his tongue snaking into your mouth and mapping out every inch. You moaned as he gently lowered you to the couch, a spring or two poking your ribs. You spread your legs wide, Sam settling between your thighs.

You could feel his growing bulge as your kisses become more fervent and heated, and you ground your clothed core against him, eliciting a deep groan from him. He pulled away, his eyes blown with lust. His breathing was growing heavy, and a slight pink had already risen to his cheeks. He grinned, his dimples coming into view. He scanned your face carefully as if trying to memorize every detail.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” he said reverently before capturing your lips again and losing yourselves in ecstasy.

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