#dean Winchester amnesia

[threshasketch]

In which Amnesia!Dean hits on Sammy.

#sam winchester #dean winchester #samdean #wincest #gencest #one of those methinks #amnesia #dot chibi #supernatural #spn #hurt!dean #amnesia!dean #bandages #blushing #threshie #threshasketch

[miss-madness67]

Amnesia (Sam Winchester)

Supernatural one-shot

You really don't recognize the tall man that claims to be your boyfriend.

The first thing that you notice is the distinctive hygienic smell. You don't have enough strength in your eyelids to open and look around you. Your body feels as if you were hit by a truck, and there is a constant beeping to your left. The pain in your head escalates each second that goes by. It's until what feels like a few minutes later, that you manage to gain enough stability to open your eyes. The discomfort is still present, but is now overpowered by the curiosity about your situation. Strangely enough, in those first moments, you don't feel panic over the fact that you don't know where you are. It's as if your body feels safe.

The room where you are is impeccable in all of its pulchritude appearance. There are white walls and polished linoleum floors. The bed where you're lying is in the very center of the room, and there's a TV hanging in one of the corners. The light is off and by the look of the window, it's nighttime. It doesn't take you long for you to realize that you are not alone. In one of the chairs nearest to your bed, there's a man sleeping soundly. One of his arms is stretched toward your bedside as if trying to reach you. Your heart skips a beat when you clearly don’t recognize the person next to you. In your current state of mind, you briefly wonder if he's a doctor or a nurse of some sort, why else would he be here? You clearly don't know him. Nevertheless, you know that this isn't true because he's not dressed to be working in a hospital. Then, when you acknowledge that you cannot pinpoint who this man is, your heart starts beating faster in the monitor.

This immediate speed-up of the sound causes the man to jolt awake. At first, he doesn't seem to register anything. He is still too sleepy to consider the shift in the atmosphere. It is until his eyes land on you, that he truly realizes the situation. In the next second, he's wide awake. You see his mouth open and moving as he talks to you, yet, the words don't seem to be registering in your brain. The high-pitched sound of your ears -probably from the panic- prevents you from hearing anything. For some reason, you see something akin to confusion and fear in his gaze. You're not in the right state of mind to question anything beyond the panic settling in your bones. You've got no idea what's happening, and when you try to remember something beyond this point in your life, you cannot. It's as if your memories have completely vanished, and the only thing you know for sure is the now. You scream at your brain, begging to remember your name, but you come up empty. It's truly frightening.

The increase in your heartbeat not only attracts the attention of the man, but also of the nurses nearby. They rush into the room and onto your bed. You see them say some words to the brunette, but he doesn't seem to listen, and it takes a tall nurse to pry him away from your side. You don't realize you've been hyperventilating until you see a syringe in your field of vision, and your breaths increase in speed. You're having a panic attack, your mind supplies. Funny that’s the only good thing it can provide, because when you ask yourself about, well, yourself, you come empty-handed. One of the ladies pinch you and, as soon as the liquid is in your body, you start to feel calmer. However, with this new peace of mind also comes an incredible amount of sleepiness that threatens to take you into the grasp of slumber. Five more seconds pass by, and you succumb to the temptation.

The next time you wake up, you are alone in the room. There's no trace of the man from earlier or from any nurse, you prefer it that way. Nevertheless, once again, you find emptiness in your memories when you try to conjure your own name. This time, instead of panicking, you force yourself to be logical and seek all the possibilities behind the predicament. You clearly have been in an accident, if the ache in your body proves to be true. Furthermore, you probably know the man from earlier, even if you can't pinpoint what he is to you. The sane thing to do is to ask guidance from a professional. So, that is precisely your next course of action when you push the nurse calling button. And the help doesn't take long to arrive.

“I see you’re awake again,” the tall nurse greets, “how are you feeling this time?”

Whilst he checks your vitals, you manage to find your voice to answer. “Like I was run over by a bus.” Your own voice feels odd in your ears, but something deep inside tells you that it is, in fact, yours. The nurse chuckles at your lame joke.

“Well, we’re trying to lay you off the morphine little by little, and we had to put in a sedative when you woke up in the early morning.” He gives you a meaningful look, “it scared your boyfriend pretty badly.”

You furrow your brows, “boyfriend?”

“Yes, the man that was…” There must be something in your eyes that makes him stop suddenly. “Honey, how much do you remember about your accident?”

You’re afraid to answer, but you know this was bound to happen. “I don’t remember anything.”

“You don’t remember anything about the accident?”

“No,” you clarify, “I don’t remember anything about me.”

...

What follows is a lot of different tests given by your doctors. In the end, they come to the conclusion that you already know: you have amnesia. They believe it's only temporary, and you honestly hope that they are right because living with this emptiness feels too much. They try to reassure you that everything is going to be all right as long as the people close to you help you remember the little things about yourself. However, you don't question them about who exactly are the people close to you. Besides the man that you saw earlier, no one has come to see you since you woke up for the second time. What if you are all by yourself? Nevertheless, the thought doesn't linger too much because, not even an hour later, someone comes to your side. It’s not the man from earlier, but this new one seems to have some similarities with the other one. He is almost as tall, he has light-colored hair, and green eyes. You see him approach your room through the window, and the smile he sends your way lets know you are his destination. Before he can step foot inside, though, one of your doctors goes quickly to talk to him. You cannot hear the words they're saying, but if the worry settling in the face of the stranger is any clue, you have a pretty good idea about the content of the talk.

He enters the room shortly after, looking relatively wary, the doctor doesn’t follow. When he speaks, there’s hesitancy in his voice. “Hey,” his greeting is followed by a name that you assume is yours.

“Hi…?” You try to search your memories for recognition, but if you can’t remember your own face, how are you going to recall his?

He clears his throat, then sits in the chair beside your bed. “Right, yeah, I’m Dean.”

You smile at him, “hi Dean.” Despite the fact that you don’t remember him, there’s something within you that tells you that you know him and trust him.

Dean tries to mirror your smile but fails, “you- you really don’t remember anything?”

Your brave facade crumbles slightly, “I’m sorry, no, do you know what happened to me?”

He grumbles under his breath, muttering something that sounds a lot like witches. Before you can question him on it, though, there’s a commotion in the hallway. A tall man -the one that was with you during the night- passes by a very panicked, petite nurse without even trying to hear what she’s attempting to say. He opens the door looking very relieved to see you and then exhales your name in a tender tone.

“... baby, how are you feeling?” His big steps take him immediately to your bed. Dean stands up abruptly and tries to intercept his approach, unsuccessfully.

When you speak, you can see your words piercing through his heart, “who are you?”

Taglist: @sweetwerewolfqueen @unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men @hobby27

#sam winchester angst #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester fanfiction #sam winchester #sam winchester fic #supernatural #supernatural fic #supernatural fanfiction #spn fanfic #spn fanfiction #spn fic #spn #dean winchester #amnesia #sam angst

[angelsdean]

imagine if spn were an actual soap opera. imagine like 5000+ episodes. rewatches would take forever

#it would be. so much worse. but HIGHLY entertaining #absolutely no consistency. constant retcons and timeline shifts #characters soo ooc because none of the current writers have watched the first decade of eps #sam's been recast 10 times already. there's only so many times he can have a face-altering accident !! #ketch DOES have an evil twin #destiel went canon with cas in a female vessel but then they brought misha back and just have not acknowledged it #many amnesia plots #more of john's secret kids coming out of the woodwork #that one post that was like. kelly kline as one of john's kids. yea exactly #jo would've been one too like kripke originally planned #birth order would go: dean kelly sam jo adam #possibly ben braeden also john's #just. SO many secret babies #also maybe mary had a secret baby before meeting john. would give dean so many complexes and disorders #who could be mary's secret kid? maybe asa? she gave him up for adoption but kept tabs on him #ok new birth order for all the winchester / campbell kids: asa dean kelly sam jo adam ben #this is insane why did i think of this afdkfkdk #if anyone reads these tags i'm sorry / ur welcome #vic.txt #soapoperanatural

[profoundbondfanfic]

There's Work To Do

There’s Work To Do by Hekate1308 (@hekate1308) Rating: Teen Word Count: 73k

Dean Winchester tried his best to keep the garage he'd taken over from his father open, meanwhile ignoring his loved ones who wanted him to take more care of himself as well as his possibly not platonic feelings for his best friend Castiel Novak. Until the day an accident taught him more about himself than he would have thought possible.

Okay, my friends, this fic is just SO GOOD, I’m telling ya.

At least I most certainly think so, in my very humble opinion. Because this story is about Dean and his low self-worth, his urge to please his father, his strict refusal to even acknowledge the maybe not so platonic feelings he has for his best friend - and it’s doing it all with a twist. 

Dean has been trying to fit into that narrow, hyper-masculine picture John has established for him his whole life and doesn’t even allow himself to admit that it’s been making him miserable the whole time. But then an accident happens where Dean loses all of his memories and suddenly there is nothing standing in his way anymore. He doesn’t remember his father’s expectations or the heavy weights on his shoulders. And all of a sudden freed of this all Dean shows his true side to his family and friends, none the wiser that he’s actually supposed (at least according to his own rules) to hold back.

So instead of the hard-working ladies-man persona Dean has been maintaining for so very long, he is open and a little dorky and doesn’t shy away from perhaps flirting a tiny bit (or a bit more) with the gorgeous blue-eyed guy that is apparently his best friend.

It’s wonderful to see Dean shed all that pressure he and John put onto him and just be as he’s (secretly) always wanted to be. Starting with his family and their dynamic and last but most definitely not least ending with all those feelings he has for Castiel and basically senses the minute he first lays eyes on the guy after the amnesia incident. Dean knows that there is so much more between them and it brings a lot of euphoria, but also confusion and hesitation. Castiel, meanwhile, has quite a hard time dealing with a suddenly so open and welcoming Dean as he himself has been harboring some major feelings for his best friend for quite a while as well (because how else could it be, right?).

Dean’s journey of self-discovery via amnesia and slowly breaking down all the obstacles in his path to finally find the way to true happiness is surely worth a read, I can promise you that 💗

#destiel #fic rec #au #teen and up #amnesia #modern setting #mechanic!dean #teacher!castiel #hurt and comfort #hurt!dean #friends to lovers #slow burn #bad parent john winchester #50k to 100k #author: hekate1308 #there’s work to do

[mrsnanami7]

does anyone know where i can find a destiel fic? The title was Amnesia and it explored discrimination against angels and things like that and castiel is like very against dating humans because of what they did to angels. but then cas meets dean im college and they fall in love but this part its set w them already as adults and cas gets attacked by humans and loses his memory. dean has to basically help him fall back in love w him or hope cas gets his memories back. pls pls i LOVED this fic but i cant find it and its the only destiel fic i would LOVE to reread please help!!!

#destiel #dean winchester #castiel #dean #spn fanfic #destiel fanfic #deancas #angels #humans #fanfic #please help #amnesia #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #jensen and misha #im sad and this would cheer me up :( #i would really appreciate it #:( #i csnt find it on ao3 ☹️ #like i would be forever grateful if u could help #:((( #help me #ao3 #dont judge

[princessmisery666]

Samnesia - Master List

Summary: Brooke is a calming distraction from the chaotic mess of Sam's life. When a hunt keeps them separated for over a month, Sam returns to find she no longer remembers him. The need to find out what happened while he was gone sends Sam on a case that will change the course of his life. What he discovers along the way will change the way he looks at love.

Warnings: angst, fluff, smut, slow burn, language, stalking, mentions of cheating, kidnapping, shitty friend, canon level violence mentioned. 

W/C: 54k (11 Chapters)

Rating: E (explicit - 18+)

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Rowena McLeod, brief - Mary Winchester, OFC, OC’s. 

Pairing: Sam Winchester x OFC (Brooke)

Notes: set around season 14. Chapters 1-8 flick between “then” and “now” but all in timeline order and labelled.

A/N: This has been a labor of love since 2019. I wanted it to be perfect and finished before I started posting. Thanks to @slytherkins it's perfect to me and finally finished.

Betas: @slytherkins // @deanwinchesterswitch // all mistakes remain my own.

Special shoutout to: @dancing-the-hellfire-rumba // @manawhaat - who took a look, offered encouragement and helped at some point during the creation.

Graphics: all made by the wonderful and talented @talesmaniac89

Series Complete

Prologue - Questionable Decisions

Now: Sam has to explain to Brooke and Dean why he kidnapped her.

W/C: 1.9k Warnings: angst, language, kidnapping.

Chapter 1 - Photographs

Now: Sam has to convince Brooke that he kidnapped her for her safety.

Then: Sam wants a quiet night but ends up rescuing Brooke.

W/C: 4.2k Warnings: angst, fluff, kidnapping, shitty friend.

Chapter 2 - The Cheek

Now: Brooke decides to trust Sam.

Then: Brooke gets stood up, but Sam is there to save her night.

W/C: 5k Warnings: angst, fluff, slow burn, language, stood up. 

Chapter 3 - Girls' Night

Now: Sam and Dean try to narrow down the cause of Brooke’s memory loss.

Then: Sam and Brooke share their first kiss and get to know each other a little better.

W/C: 5.4k Warnings: slow burn, fluff, angst.

Chapter 4 - Expectations

Then: Sam makes Brooke dinner, and they discuss what they want from their relationship. Dean invites himself to meet Brooke.

W/C: 7k Warnings: fluff, angst, slow burn, very mild smut.

Chapter 5 - Confessions

Now: Brooke hints at knowing there’s something Sam isn’t telling her but she doesn’t want to deal with it right now, instead wanting to hear more about her and Sam. Sam tells Brooke the truth about the Supernatural, how will she take it?

Then: Free of all interruptions Sam and Brooke finally get to be intimate.

W/C: 7.6k Warnings: smut, slow burn, fluff, angst.

Chapter 6 - Calm The Chaos

Then: Settled into a sporadic routine Sam and Brooke spend as much time together as they can. Until Brooke realizes her stalker isn’t who she suspected, and it all becomes too much.

W/C: 4.4k Warnings: angst, stalking, fluff.

Chapter 7 - Cold Shoulder

Now: The timing is off and Sam doesn’t want to tell Brooke how he feels but actions speak louder than words.

Then: Drunk phone calls lead to a confession, but Brooke unexpectedly gives Sam the cold shoulder.

W/C: 4.8k Warnings: angst, fluff, argument, love confessions.

Chapter 8 - Poker Face

Now: Sam’s frustrated that he’s no closer to figuring out the cause of Brooke’s amnesia. Could a friendly game of poker with Dean reveal the answer?

Then: Sam tracks down Brooke to find out why she’s giving him the cold shoulder, and he doesn’t like what he finds.

W/C: 4.6k Warnings: angst, confrontation, kidnapping.

Chapter 9 - Misplaced Intentions

Now: Brooke loses more than her memory, but finally, they have answers. How is Rowena connected? And more importantly, can she restore Brooke’s memory?

W/C: 5.5k Warnings: house fire, shitty friend, angst, fluff, Rowena being the badass she is, canon-type violence.

Chapter 10 - Magical

Now: Sam has to make the decision of how much he wants Brooke to remember. Is it too much of a risk to have her remember everything? 

W/C: 4.3k Warnings: mostly fluff, bit of angst, happy ending. 

Master Lists: Sam Winchester // All The Fandoms

#samnesia #long post #sam winchester #supernatural #spn #sam winchester x ofc #sam winchester smut #sam winchester fluff #sam winchester x original female character #slow burn #fluff #angst #canon divergent #dean winchester #smut #amnesia

[fanfic-corner]

Destiel Amnesia Fics

Sorry for disappearing for a while, but here's a fic rec list I've wanted to make for forever! I hope you enjoy reading these fabulous fics.

Won't You Stay? by allmystars (18k)

A week before Christmas, a weekend with his brother, and a hike into the mountains shouldn’t change a single thing about Dean Winchester’s life. It’s just a trip, just to distract Sam from everything he’s lost.

But, when a blizzard blows in, stranding the Winchesters, Sam finds a crack in the rock-face, and everything changes.

A pit, and pain, and every broken thing inside Dean, discovered by angels.

Well, one angel. One powerless, exiled angel.

Who We Are by LinaRai (18k)

It was supposed to be easy: barge into the Empty, rescue Cas, confess his love, be back in time for dinner.

The man Dean rescued was not the Cas he knew.

Muscle Memory by komodobits (18k)

Dear Castiel, 

Hello – it’s Castiel. This must all seem very confusing, and I’m sorry for that. Dean says to tell you that this isn’t some kind of ‘time-travel stunt’, although I’m sure that won’t be your first thought. I know it wasn’t mine. I’ve told Dean to leave now, as this is my notebook and I want everything in it to come from me – or rather, from you. I know you think it's the fifteenth of January, 2010, but it isn't. At the time of my writing this, the date is the fourth of October, 2013. Dean Winchester is your boyfriend of a year and a half, and you no longer work at the library, and in early 2010 you were hit by a car and hospitalised. I’m sorry.

a.k.a the 50 First Dates Dean/Cas AU where Castiel wakes up on a day just like any other, except that three years have passed without his knowing, and Dean Winchester is in the kitchen wanting to marry him.

'Star Wars is Overrated' by leftdragonpainter (38k)

When Dean Winchester turned sixteen he was disappointed by the words that appeared on his chest. He never expected that it would take so much to find his soulmate. He never expected to not remember meeting them...

Smells Like Roses by orphan_account (53k)

Dean's life is beautiful. He wants for nothing, has the pleasure of his family and friends, and is desperately, irrevocably in love with his husband. Everything is perfect, just as it should be.

Then he wakes up.

The Story of You and Me by the_diggler (54k)

Dean wakes up in bed next to a very human Castiel, and a journal in his own handwriting that tells him it’s two years in the future. The house looks a lot like Bobby’s, and Sam lives there too… He just can’t remember how they got from angels falling in the sky – to comfortable domesticity.

While there is much in the journal Dean doesn’t remember, there is much of their story he’s always known. And as he settles into the routine of his new life and relationship with Castiel, it quickly becomes something he doesn’t know how to live without.

Thank you to all the fantastic authors who shared their works with us! And if there are any other amnesia fics you love, please let me know!

#destiel #supernatural #spn #lina lore #fic recs #ao3 #castiel #dean winchester #amnesia

[dimitrius-e]

Alright here I go. I was on the clock app scrolling through vids and I came across a destiel edit. It was set in about season 4 & 5 with a song that was like ‘I think I’m falling in love’ and I couldn’t help but think what if this had happened. So I now have a prompt or I guess an idea:

What if somewhere at the end of season 4 or during season 5 or 6 there was an episode where Castiel and Dean actually got together. Like confessed their feelings, got together, told the team. Then they all went on a hunt/ had to deal with a supernatural problem. And by the end everyone that Dean and Cas regularly hang out with (including Dean and Cas) forgot they were in a relationship. The only people who know are Crowley, Gabriel (if he was around), demons, angels, and the monsters they hunt. And that’s why everyone says shit about them being together.

If you want to do something with this go ahead. It was just an idea I had to get out. (Tag me if you do please.)

#supernatural #dean is bi #destiel #spn #castiel #dean winchester #dean #deancas #casdean #dean and cas #mystery #amnesia #prompt #feel free to fuck around and find out #is this a ‘bury your gays’ thing #season 4 #season 5 #season 6

[thewalkingdead-kinkmeme]

Daryl/Glenn, Dean/Castiel — SPN X-over

Inspired by this prompt.

Daryl is an angel. He was one who had joined Castiel's regime and when all things went to pot he fell from Heaven. But, as it seems, when he did, he lost all of his memories.

Until, they accidentally meet up with these three odd guys. One is the size of a bloody moose, the other looks like a male model and... why the hell is the weird guy with the trench coat watching him and calling him "brother"?

Pairings if any: Destiel (FEELS) or Daryl/Glenn. I could see Dean and Daryl hating each other at first but then bonding over general badassery.

Fill: None

#C: Daryl Dixon #C: Castiel (Supernatural) #C: Dean Winchester (Supernatural) #C: Sam Winchester (Supernatural) #P: General | No Pairing #P: Daryl Dixon x Glenn Rhee #AU: Supernatural #AU: Supernatural Creatures #T: Amnesia #Angel Daryl Dixon #Fill: None

[goldenphoenix4]

re: supernatural rewatch

i’ve seen the whole show. i’ve watched the whole thing but only once and it was years ago. i have dissociative amnesia and this is me trying to piece together the little details i know with what’s essentially the first viewing of the show.

obviously the later seasons (roughly 13-15 maybe?) are more recent so i remember more about them but until then it’s basically all new.

also, like all members of the fandom, i logged many, many hours on ao3 with this show. i don’t know what was canon and what wasn’t lmao

#supernatural #spn #supernatural rewatch #dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural reaction #cptsd #dissociative amnesia #destiel #castiel #ao3 #fanfic #crowley supernatural #crowley

[simplenefelibata]

i think a lot of you undermine sam and cas' friendship.

like, we know sam isn't dean. cas isn't pathetically in love with him and sam didn't change him and he isn't the reason cas cared about the whole world. but that doesn't mean he's unimportant.

at the beginning of the series cas sees sam as the abomination. nothing but lucifer's vessel. throughout the series, sam becomes an extension of dean. cas takes care of him because he's dean's little brother and doesn't really give a much of a thought how his actions could affect him.

on the other hand, i think sam didn't have a lot of friends growing up and it shows lol. he sees cas as an instrument, and then also as an extension of dean. he's important to dean so he's kinda important to him, but he doesn't really Get why dean worries sm about cas — isn't he an angel??? sam constantly says cas is gonna be okay because he "knows what he's doing", or he simply says "it's cas... " it feels like sam is painfully aware how powerful and different he is.

the thing is, slowly but surely, they start hanging out more. they collab for dean's benefit, and then the concern they feel for the other's safety starts being more genuine instead of just "Not letting anything happen because Dean wouldn't survive it". they find out they like each other, and they can work really well together investigating and hunting (i'd argue that even better than cas and dean). this comes to a point where cas teases sam with dean (ex: telling him about the amnesia in the 50's case bc he knows it's embarrassing) and sam texting cas just because.

season 15 is what seals it for me. when cas breaks up with dean (lol), sam is the one reaching out. texting. calling. cas doesn't pick up, but sam keeps doing it. again. and again. that wouldn't have happened in season 7, or season 9, and really not much reason to do it now. but still.

plus, when people talk about cas and his love for the winchesters, they include Both of them. yes, they make the distinction between dean and cas' relationship, but they do include sam. even cas said at one point "you know me, always happy to bleed for the winchesters".

so, what i'm trying to say is: cas and sam's friendship matters!!! they should've had more time screen!!! i bet they would have so many interesting conversations because they're friends!!!

if you say that in a post-canon world you don't think sam would try to get cas to talk about his feelings, or that cas wouldn't confide sam his fears and regrets and worries BEEP you're wrong.

#i just wrote a whole ass essay #but i read a fic where cas treated sam as if he had to put up with him #because he was dean's brother #and then i realized a lot of people genuinely belive sam is jus There #and you're WRONG #sam winchester #dean winchester #destiel #supernatural #castiel #spn #casdean #sam and cas

[holylulusworld]

Very tight places - Kinktober 3

Summary: You're stuck with a soulless Sam again.

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x fem!Reader

Square 8 filled for @anyfandomgoesbingo: Amnesia

Square 6 filled for @samwinchesterbingo: Dirty Talk

Warnings: soulless!Sam being his asshole self, cheating (kinda), smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, mentions of anal sex, creampie, claustrophilia, blasphemie

Rating: Explicit

Kink: Claustrophilia

Words:

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

Catch up here: Cramped (1) & Tight places (2)

Six months later you are still hunting with Dean and Sam. You didn’t want to leave the elder Winchester alone with his soulless brother. 

Who are you trying to kid? The ugly and embarrassing truth is, that you can’t stay away from Sam for too long.

He’s intoxicating. You’re high on him, and the way he fucks you. If you had an ounce of dignity left, you’d tell the bastard to fuck off. But you are too far gone to care.

Most nights, you let him do unspeakable things to you. Dean stumbled in on you and his brother, calling you sick more than once. He wrinkles his nose anytime Sam gropes you in front of his brother.

Sam has no filter. In any way. When it comes to sex, he doesn’t care if you are in the middle of a case, at a hospital, or buying groceries. Sam wants you, and he gets you.

Anytime. Anywhere.

“Sam, what are we doing here, dressed in the cheapest costumes we could find,” you grumble as Sam decides you must play nun and priest to solve your latest case. 

Dean is out and about to find Death. Not to die this time, but to convince Death himself to help him get Sam’s soul back. 

Sam is not amused. He wants to stay like this. New and improved. Deadly, focused, and with a sexual appetite making even Dean blush.

“I look ridiculous. They will not believe I’m a nun.” Glancing around the almost empty church you sigh. At least there are not many people around to witness your poor performance.

“Why?” Sam resists the urge to grope your ass. Seeing you in your nun costume got him rock-hard. If not for the case he wants to solve, he’d have you bent over the altar already. “We look just the same as the priest I knocked out to get his clothes.”

“You did what?” you stop in your tracks to gape at Sam. “Please tell me you didn’t knock a priest out, Samuel Winchester. I don’t want to go to hell only because you have no impulse control.”

Sam smirks darkly. “You are so cute when mad,” he dips his head to whisper, “not so cute while you writhe on my fat cock. You’re a whore, not a saint. I know how you like it. Dirty and rough.”

“Sam, can you for once not think about your dick?” You growl. “We still need to find the monster killing the people at the church. Sadly, the only witness still suffers from amnesia.”

“That’s where you come in,” Sam purrs. “I didn’t want you to wear this iconic tunic only for fun. You are the one taking Sister Margaret’s place. You’ll fit in just fine.”

“I don’t want to play the next victim for the monster. Which by the way, you still didn’t identify, Sam. Maybe you shouldn’t have spent the last night at the bar with that blonde,” you snap at the hunter. You don’t give a shit if your blow your cover. Sam won’t get away with treating you like a random bitch he can fuck and leave afterward.

“Y/N, be honest with me,” he chuckles at your angry expression, “are you jealous because you are in love with me?“

“You wish,” you walk away, too angry to be around Sam today. Are you jealous? Of course, you are. Sam and you spent the last months together. Most of the time in the sheets. But last night, he told you to leave and didn’t return until early in the morning.

“Don’t be like that, baby,” Sam mocks you. “I know you love me. You draw hearts and imagine walking down the aisle while I wait for you to give you the ring.”

“You’re such an asshole,” you turn back around to snap at Sam. “I can’t wait for Dean to get your soul back. The moment you have it back, I’m gone. Don’t believe I stuck around for you and your limp dick. I did it for Dean because he’s a good man. Always was.”

“You want my brother?” His features darken, and you can see the change in Sam’s eyes. You take a step back. You know the look in his eyes. It’s the same one you see when he’s about to attack a monster. “Well, too bad. He can’t have you.”

“He can have me if he wants me.” It’s your turn to pay Sam back for all the times you asked yourself if he’s with some other girl. “Just like you had that pretty little thing last night.”

Sam snorts. “She was boring and wanted to go on a date first.” He casually says. As if this excuses his behavior, and how he treated you last night. “Come. I show you something nice.”

“Sam, I’m not in the mood for one of your games. Let’s just solve this case and we can go our separate ways. I stuck around far longer than I intended to.” You huff as Sam once again, ignores your protests. He grabs you by your arm and drags you toward the confession booth.

“Sam! What are you doing?” 

“Shush now, I saw someone,” he pushes you inside the booth and closes the door behind him. You gulp. You’re stuck in a tight place with Sam again. “Do you have your gun?”

“What kind of question is that Winchester? I’m not an idiot!”

“Good. Stay in here and wait for me,” he turns around to look at you. Something flashes in his eyes before he turns around to leave the booth. Not without telling you to lock it, though…

You’re gnawing at your nails. Sam left you at the confession booth half an hour ago, and now you don’t know if you left the booth to help him or not. 

You press your ear to the door, listening to your breathing. There is not a sound, and you wonder if Sam messed with you and just left the church.

“Open the door,” Sam knocks at the door, “now.”

“Fuck, Winchester,” you curse, but unlock the door to drag Sam inside. He closes it behind him once again and releases an annoyed huff as you check him for injuries. 

“You can't wait to put your hands on me again, huh?” Sam turns around to look you up and down. “You know,” he licks his lips. His large hands shoot toward your face to cradle it for a moment, “I think you should confess your sins to me, my dear.”

“I said I’m not in the mood for one of your games,” you pout and cross your arms over your chest. “Why did you leave me in here, all alone? Did you find the monster?”

“I fucked the nuns and gave them a good spanking,” Sam deadpans. “What do you think I did? I kept you safe. The monster wasn’t here. We will find them, though.”

“You’re such an asshole.”

“And you are still my whore. My brother can’t have you,” he moves his hand to your throat. “Say it.”

“Fuck you.”

“You wish I would,” he chuckles as you claw at the hand holding your throat in a tight grip. “OR maybe I should remind you of your worth. Turn around, lift your tunic, sister. I want to see your cunt.”

“No.”

“Do it or I swear I’ll drag you out of here and fuck you on the altar like I wanted to,” he warns. You know Sam is not joking. If you don’t do as he says, he’ll drag you out and have his way with you on the altar.

He drops his hand from your throat, smirking as you slowly turn around. You shove the black tunic up your body to reveal your ass to him. 

“I hate you so much.”

“No panties,” Sam moves his hand between your legs to find you dripping for him. “you’re such a whore for me. I can’t believe I found someone like you.”

You should knee his balls and just leave him there. Instead, you press your hands against the wooden wall and brace yourself for Sam’s massive cock. He’s not a fan of foreplay when he’s like that. 

“My whore.” He runs his large hand over your back, down to your ass. “Look at you, ready to have my cock. I think I’ll go for your ass today.”

You suck in a breath. It’s always a struggle to take him up your ass. Especially when he’s impatient. 

“Here?”

“Aw, my little cockslut loves having me up her ass, huh?” His pants drop to the ground before you can even choke out a moan. Sam is on you in a blink. One hand moves between your legs to slap your pussy. “Answer me!”

“YES!”

“Louder!”

“I love your cock up my ass,” he slaps your pussylips again, and again until your tender flesh throbs and you soak his hand. “I want to feel it all the time.”

“Beg me,” he slings his arm around your throat. “Y/N, I’m not asking,” Sam growls in your ear. “I want to hear you beg.”

“Please give me your cock, Father Winchester,” he bends your body to his will and rams himself inside of your leaking cunt.

“Fuck,” Sam is not gentle. All he gives you is his free hand between your legs to toy with your clit. He snaps his hips into your ass, making you cry out with every deep thrust. “I love it when cry a little.”

“Ass-hole,” you press your hands hard against the wooden wall. “I hate you so much.”

Sam doesn’t care about your words, or that you soak his cock only a few thrusts later. He batters your cunt, hoping to force another orgasm out of you to make you see that only he can fulfill your desires.

“You make the sweetest noises when I fuck you,” he nips at your earlobe, teeth sinking in your flesh to tug at it. You moan and push back onto him. Sam knows exactly which buttons he must push to get what he wants. “I’m going to fill this cunt up again.”

You hiss his name when your body sizes up. You tremble in his arms and close your eyes as your orgasm washes over you. When he fucks you like this, from behind you can pretend it’s the real Sam, not the broken version of the hunter.

“You’re such a good slut for me, Y/N. I’ll never let you go,” his words a more threat than a promise. His hips begin to stutter. “Open that pussy for me, take my cum…”

You don’t know how you made it out of the church without getting caught. Sam’s cum ran down your thighs as he dragged you out of the place you stained with your sins.

Back at the motel, you try to make him talk to you. Sam sits across you, just staring at you.

“Sam, we still need to find the monster.” You sigh as he ignores you. “SAM! The monster.”

“It was a hoax,” he shrugs and drops his eyes to your legs. “I wanted to fuck you at a church in a confession booth.”

“There is no monster?” Your jaw drops. “You drove to the middle of nowhere, and forced me to wear a nun costume only for sex.”

“Roleplay, kitten. It’s essential to keep my dick hard.” He watches you squirm on the bed. “Be good and spread your legs. Let me see your tainted cunt.”

“Sam…can you just not be so crass all the time?” 

“I said,” he gets up from his seat to stand in front of your bed, “spread your legs and show me your well-fucked and cum stained cunt.”

“Fine,” you fall back onto the bed and spread your legs. “Satisfied.”

“Hmm…I don’t know,” he unbuckles his belt with one hand and shoves his pants down his legs. “I think you need more cum in your pussy…”

“Please tell me you got him out,” Dean looks at Death. 

“I got his soul, and we should hurry but,” Death looks Dean straight in the eyes, “I must warn you. This soul got ripped apart, and there is not much left of the brother you knew…

#sam winchester #anyfandomgoesbingo #samwinchesterbingo #soulless sam #sam winchester smut #soulless!sam #smut #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x you #kinktober vs flufftober 2023

[1000roughdrafts]

Dean Winchester X Reader Masterlist

Some of my works are 18+, which I'll write as such here, but please heed the warnings on the individual posts as well - All under the cut :)

One Shots xx

Angst

💙 Us - request: Can you do a deanxreader songfic to the song us by Regina spektor

💙Goodbye ~ After Dean takes on the mark, his relationship with Y/N starts to fall through the cracks. She’s had enough of him taking out his stress on her, and after years of silencing her pain, she finally lets him know why  it’s time to say goodbye.

💙How Do I Become Enough ~Reader and Dean right about her doubts, she feels somewhat isolated and annoyed. No cheating, necessarily, but think along the lines of Dolly Parton’s Jolene  

💙Intrusive Thoughts ~Dean was supposed to visit Y/N while she was at work, but when he didn’t show, she got worried. After finally getting ahold of him, she was relieved to know that he was alive. But when another full day passes by without a word, her mind goes into overdrive about what could have happened to him.

💙Voicemails ~ this is a small, angsty thing, and it is 100000% self indulging so please feel free to just ignore it.

💙 Illicit Affairs - Request from anon based on Taylor Swift’s song Illicit Affairs <3

💙  Promise Me This Is Forever -  this is for @allywritesblog and #allyswriting event, and im using the quote "promise me this is forever" :)

Fluff

💙 Phone Calls With Dean ~ just a random thing I wrote for a story that didn’t pan out, no real plot to this.

💙Shooting With Dean ~ Dean takes you out for target practice, but something else is on his mind.

💙Time ~Soulmate AU, Y/N has had the ability to pause and unpause time for likely her whole life, believing she was the only person with such a power. One day, she learns that not only is that not true, but the other person is her soulmate. 

💙 Salted Baseball Bat - Anon Request: "'They said that gluing salt to a baseball bat to fight ghosts was a stupid idea, but who's laughing now?' you say as you whack the ghost again."

💙 Criminal - DeanxReader request from @rileynicole1967 based on the song Criminal by Britney Spears

💙 Cat-astrophe Written for @spnfanficpond​‘s unfic challenge with the prompt “I may have accidentally sort of adopted 5 cats.”fluff, stern!Dean, 

💙  Baby Winchester 2021 - Reader finds out she's pregnant, and tells Dean in a cute, fluffy way.

💙  Just Another Day - Fluffy Dean x female!reader Valentine's Day post

Flangst

💙 We're Gonna Get You Through This - reader is triggered back to a horrible memory and explains to Dean why waiting to have sex is best for her. 

💙Currently untitled ~ Request: could you do a deanxreader fic where she goes out on a date (maybe to a bar) for drinks with a guy and towards the end of the night, the guy (you pick the name) starts being rough with her cause he’s drunk and hurts her, then dean finds out somehow and comes over to kick his ass then admits his feelings for her?

💙 A Boring Holy Cross Tattoo - A Fic inspired by Cards Against Supernatural with the cards “Dean has 99 problems but ____ ain’t one.” and “A boring holy cross tattoo”.

💙 Amnesia - Request from @rileynicole1967​ : Deanxreader one shot or series ;) based off the song “amnesia” by 5 seconds of summer but in the readers pov and at the end he comes back for her and it’s all fluffy and cute.

💙 Half a Man - Follow up to the Amnesia request from @rileynicole1967​ - this one takes place the same night as Amnesia, but in Dean’s perspective and based on the song Half a Man.

18 + / Smut One Shots

💙Downtime ~ 18+, smut; After weeks of hunting the same witch, you and Dean decide to take a weekend break, but you didn’t expect what was in store for that weekend.

💙Punishment ~ 18+, smut; After embarrassing Dean at an important dinner, he punishes you with a cold shower.

💙 Size Matters - 18+ Smut DeanxReader request from anon, where reader has a size kink

💙 Poison  -  DeanxReader request from @kaitlaitlaitl​ based on the song Poison by Alice Cooper

Mini Series xx

💙 Movie Monsters Part One | Part Two ~ You’re teamed up with Dean, a man you’ve always found obnoxious, to find out the path of a new monster. Of course, things don’t always go as planned. (Complete)

💙 Never Have I Ever Part One | Part Two  ~ Part Two is pure smut; College!AU - Dean gets jealous of the attention he thinks you’re receiving from Cas during a small party at your house and doesn’t know what to do with it, so he leaves the room to keep drinking. 

💙 Hope is a Dangerous Thing... Part One | Part Two ~ The renowned author of a best-selling crime novel, Y/N Y/L/N, was thrown into a whole new world after her parents were brutally murdered. Their killer never found, Y/N took things into her own hands, meeting the Winchesters in her journey for justice. Even years later, she struggles to let anyone close in fear they’d leave or worse.

💙  i hate u, i love u (1) Slowburn au/Y/N has been in a relationship with Nick for the last 5 years. They’ve had a rough go. There’s been good and bad times, but she finally realizes that the man she thought she loved has been abusing her. Dean offers her a safe haven when she feared she had nothing else. (this may be abandoned, but we will see)

💙Reverse Supernatural  ~ request; “Hi!! I have been tossing an idea around for a bit… What if… Now hear me out… What if the Reader was the experienced hunter and she/he has to save Dean and/or Sam who have never known the supernatural existed…?” (only part one is out right now / ongoing / might also become abandoned)

Series xx

💙Family Secrets ~ 18+ ; Your uncle Bobby, and adoptive father Rufus, had a secret. A secret they never wanted the Winchester’s to find out. They had done a good job of keeping you from crossing their path, but now that they've both passed away there is nothing they can do about the brothers finding out their secret; you. (ongoing BUT I really want to and am seriously considering taking it down to rewrite it - this was the first thing I ever wrote and it's... it shows lol) 2/22/24 A/N: I want to return to this series, but since it was pretty much my first fic ever, I really want to rewrite some of the episodes and make it pace better. I understand that that might not be the best solution, however, so maybe I’ll just add inbetweeners or something. Just know I want to come back to finish it and may change some things along the way 😊

#supernatural #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester #dean x reader smut #dean x reader #dean winchester x reader fluff #dean winchester x reader angst #dean winchester x reader flangst #dean winchester fluff #supernatural fan fiction

[princessmisery666]

Samnesia - Chapter 8 - Poker Face

Series Summary: Brooke is a calming distraction from the chaotic mess of Sam’s life. When a hunt keeps them separated for over a month, Sam returns to find she no longer remembers him. The need to find out what happened while he was gone sends Sam on a case that will change the course of his life. What he discovers along the way will change the way he looks at love.

Chapter Info

Summary: Now: Sam’s frustrated that he’s no closer to figuring out the cause of Brooke’s amnesia. Could a friendly game of poker with Dean reveal the answer? Then: Sam tracks down Brooke to find out why she’s giving him the cold shoulder, and he doesn’t like what he finds.

W/C: 4.6k

Warnings: angst, confrontation, kidnapping,

Characters: Sam Winchester, Original Female Character (Brooke), other OC’s, Dean Winchester.

Extra special shoutout to: @slytherkins - this would not have been possible without her input, she deserves co-write credits.

Beta: @deanwinchesterswitch

Graphics: @talesmaniac89

Previous Chapter

Then

Taking Dean’s advice to go and see Brooke proved to be a mistake. She hadn’t been home when Sam arrived just after eight-thirty. Her car was in the driveway, but his knock went unanswered. The place was shrouded in darkness with no sign of life inside. He had driven around town, visited all the places he knew she frequented, and finally found her. Though, finding her hadn’t brought him the answers he had hoped it would. 

He had an unobstructed view of her on the other side of the room from where he sat in a booth at the back of the diner. Brooke looked good, healthy, and in high spirits. That much was a relief. Everything else he’d witnessed was the opposite. He’d seen every flirtatious smile she gave to the guy sitting across from her and felt his skin burn when she put her hand over a hand that didn’t belong to him. 

From the partial view he had of her date, Sam could see that this new man was almost his opposite. He was just as tall and broad-shouldered, but his blond hair was cropped close and shaved neatly at the sides. He wore casual but obviously expensive clothes and a large, gaudy gold watch that reflected the fluorescent light every time he moved. 

Anger bubbled inside of Sam, and he contemplated marching over and confronting the pair. Brooke owed him an explanation, or at the very least, the opportunity to understand what the hell had happened in the time he’d been gone. But the family diner wasn’t the place for a fight, and he’d been too worked up to trust himself to manage an adult discussion. Brooke had told him she was falling for him, practically told him she was in love with him, and now she was on a date with some random guy. He didn’t know how else to feel other than angry and hurt.

He couldn’t let it go. Not completely. He wouldn’t go back to the bunker without first understanding what had happened. He couldn’t sit and watch the very public display of affection, either. The man that wasn’t him rose slightly to lean across and kiss her. Brooke leaned toward him and brought her hand to his cheek, and that was Sam’s limit. He grabbed a couple of bills from his pocket for the coffee he’d ordered but left untouched and threw them onto the table.

He’d decided on a plan of action. He’d go back to her house, wait for her to get home (hopefully alone), and then confront her. At least then, they could talk in relative privacy. In the age of smartphones and dumb people, Sam didn’t want to become a viral hit. But he couldn’t stand to watch any longer. Her laughter carried over to him; whereas before, it had made him happy, now it twisted like a serrated knife in his gut. And he more than knew how that felt. 

Sam slipped out of the booth at the same time Brooke’s date did. Sam’s heart stopped, and his breath hitched when he got a full view of his replacement.

Tommy. 

The douchebag who had been the reason Brooke climbed into the Impala the night Sam had met her. 

As Tommy disappeared toward the bathroom, Sam’s feet made the decision for him, and before his brain formed a plan or a coherent thought, he’d slipped into Tommy’s still-warm seat. Brooke’s eyes glided up from her phone screen, and her smile faded from happy to awkward when the person staring back at her wasn’t who she’d expected. 

“Sorry,” she said politely, “but someone’s sitting there.” 

“Oh, I know who’s sitting here. What the hell are you doing?” Sam spat, his anger getting the better of him. 

“Excuse me,” exclaimed Brooke, glaring at him, wary and incredulous. “I think you should leave.” 

Sam scoffed, fighting to keep the fury from his tone without success. “Don’t worry. I’ll leave as soon as you tell me why you’ve been ignoring me and why you're on a date with that asshole.”

Brooke stood up. Backing away from the table, she looked over her shoulder, surveying her surroundings as if seeking help but not quite ready to call out for assistance. Firmly, she told him, “Look, I’m sorry, but I think you may have confused me with someone else.” 

“Brooke, are you okay?” Chloe asked, coming to her friend’s aid. 

“I’m fine. This guy was just leaving.” Her tone was a warning.

Sam stared at her, perplexed. This guy? Then he quashed his anger long enough to really see her. Her wide eyes showed borderline fear mixed with confusion, and her body curved toward Chloe, seeking protection. There was no guilt or remorse in her features. She was confused by his presence and fearful of him, but otherwise, it was clear she felt nothing else. 

The silent treatment. On a date with Tommy, of all people. It dawned on him, perhaps slower than it should have, his anger-dazed mind taking longer than usual to connect the dots, that something was wrong. His blood turned to ice in his veins. Brooke hadn’t just been ignoring him. He cleared his suddenly dry throat and rose to his feet slowly to show he wasn’t a threat. 

He didn’t need to ask, he knew the answer already, but he needed to hear it. “Brooke…do you know who I am?” 

She shook her head slowly and deliberately, clearly cautious about answering, worried about displeasing him, but she replied honestly. “Sorry, no.”

Tommy emerged from the restroom across the diner, and Sam knew he’d need to leave before he was seen. 

“I’m sorry I scared you,” he quickly apologized before racing away.

Then

The street was deserted, just as Sam expected it to be at eleven-thirty on a Wednesday night. The everyday people who lived on the residential street would all be tucked up tight in bed, getting a good night's rest to be ready for their nine-to-five routine to start again in the morning. He may have looked odd, sitting in his car parked at the curb a few houses down from Brooke’s, but thankfully, her neighbors probably wouldn’t be looking out of their windows any time soon.

Sam had spied from across the street when Tommy dropped Brooke home. He walked her to the door and kissed her goodnight, hands roaming in places Sam once thought were reserved for him. Even without being close enough to eavesdrop, he knew from their body language Tommy had tried to convince her to invite him in, to let roaming hands lead to more. His heart sank to his feet as he watched Brooke worry her bottom lip between her teeth, contemplating it. Thankfully, she kissed her handsy date once more before bidding him goodnight.

Sam was grateful because his half-cocked plan required Brooke to be alone. He waited ten minutes after Tommy’s car disappeared around the corner at the end of the street before pulling his car behind hers in the driveway. 

Before he could talk himself out of it, he jumped out of his car, opened the door to the back seat in readiness, and then jogged to Brooke’s front porch, ringing the bell. It felt like a month had passed before she answered. 

Fear registered immediately upon seeing him. He didn’t wait for her to ask what he wanted or give her time to decide to shut him out. He jammed his foot against the door, blew the chamomile dust from the palm of his hand into her face, and recited the Enochian incantation.

Her eyes fluttered, and she swayed as she tried to fight the sleep spell, but it was futile. She fell forward into Sam’s waiting arms. “I’m sorry,” he told her sleeping form, more for his own peace of mind, “but I swear it’s for your own good.”

He wrestled her limp body into a better position to be able to scoop her up, then rushed to set her into the back of his car, where he buckled her in and soundlessly closed the door. He returned to her house, grabbing her keys from the small table behind the door and her favorite pair of sneakers from the floor. Then he locked the door behind him while dialing Dean on his cell. 

Dean began without a greeting, “Dude, if you’re calling to tell me not to wait up-” 

“Shut up a second,” Sam interrupted. “I’m on my way back with Brooke. I need you to have some chamomile ready.” He didn’t want to have to use the spell again, but he needed her to sleep long enough to get her into the bunker and give him the time to formulate an actual plan.

“Chamomile? What’s going on? What’s wrong?” Dean inhaled, sharp and deep, registering what the chamomile was for. “Sam, please tell me you haven’t used a sleep spell on your girlfriend.”  

“Okay, I won’t tell you that,” Sam told him flatly. 

“Sam.” 

“Dean, please. It’s already done. I’ll explain when I get there. I just need you to have it ready.” 

He ended the call, knowing his brother would do as he asked despite his concerns.

Now

The words on the page had begun to blur an hour ago, but Sam refused to quit. He couldn’t afford to. It had been over a week since he’d kidnapped Brooke, and he was no closer to figuring out the cause of her ‘Samnesia’.

He’d ruled out a few possibilities. She wasn’t possessed and hadn’t made a crossroads deal. No ectoplasm was present at her house, no hex bags or cursed items, and she hadn’t been ingesting any weird potions. He should have felt relief, having eliminated so many potential causes, but all he felt was dread. The more they ruled out, the fewer options remained, and he was running out of time. 

Tommy had disappeared. Despite his adamant insistence that she contact him, he hadn’t returned any of Brooke’s calls and was absent without leave from work. Sam wasn’t sure what that meant except that they couldn’t question or test him. Maybe he wasn’t just being a controlling douchebag before. Maybe he’d discovered something and tried to get in touch with Brooke to warn her. There was no way to know for certain. All Sam knew for sure was that he was tired. He was slowly beginning to feel like a failure, and if he were honest, he was losing hope.  

He’d read the same seven-word sentence uncountable times because he couldn’t stop himself from glancing at Brooke. She sat across the library in what he’d come to think of as her nook. She favored the location above the others to work in. The plush red velvet armchair with the matching footrest seemed as if it had been made specifically for her. He swallowed a heavy sigh of dread for the day he’d look over and find it empty, for he knew that day would arrive sooner rather than later. 

While Sam spent his days neck-deep in research, Brooke worked remotely from the bunker, and they spent their evenings together, eating dinner, going to the movies, or curling up on his bed watching Netflix. He grew increasingly frustrated as the days passed, not only with their lack of answers but also because it proved more and more difficult to be around her and not be how they used to be. He missed the casual kisses. He craved for her hands to stroke absentminded patterns on his skin. The desire to feel her come undone beneath him was harder to quash with each minute that passed. Cold showers weren’t cutting it anymore. 

“You okay there, Sammy?” Dean asked from across the table, seeing his brother’s distracted admiration of Brooke. 

“No,” he admitted somberly, unwilling to stop gawking. “No. I’m not okay. I’m running out of time.” 

“What’re you talking about?” 

“It’s been over a week, Dean,” said Sam. “She’s already stayed way longer than she said she would. She’s going to leave, I know it.” 

“Maybe that would be for the best.” Dean shrugged, though his brother wasn’t looking at him. “You can’t keep her here forever, Sam. She has a family, friends, a life outside of these walls, a life without-”

Sam shot a death glare at Dean, and his words trailed off. “Say it. Say it, Dean,” he dared angrily. “She has a life without me in it.” His eyes darted back to Brooke, grateful she favored listening to music while she worked, and his raised voice hadn’t caught her attention. 

Dean waited until Sam focused back on him, his palms raised to show his surrender. “I’m not trying to be a dick here, Sammy. I’m just saying she’s okay. She’s not in danger, and she’s not dying. She just doesn’t remember you. Rowena is MIA, and Cas is god knows where. We��re no closer to solving this than we were a week ago. Whatever is messing with you doesn’t seem to want to hurt her, so maybe we use that? Maybe it’s time to draw this thing out.”

Sam chewed the inside of his cheek. It took a second to calm the anger rising in his chest. “You think she’s safe? Really? Tommy is missing, Dean. What if he’s behind all this, and he ups his game the second she returns? What if he’s not involved but saw something he wasn’t supposed to? How do we know they won’t come after Brooke, too? There’s too much we don’t know. I’m not using her as bait, Dean, and I’m not giving her up. Not now.” 

“Because you don’t want to or cause you can’t?” 

“Both,” he said with an air of finality. He rose abruptly, pushing his chair noisily across the tiled floor. “So, drop it.” 

Sam’s raised voice had drawn Brooke’s attention, and though she couldn’t hear the words of the brothers’ conversation, it hadn’t been hard to discern the topic of the heated discussion.

Leaving her earbuds in, she held her eyes on the screen but silenced her music so that it wouldn’t further hinder her eavesdropping. Attention falsely focused on her laptop, Brooke waited until Sam had strode from the room and was out of view before looking over to Dean. 

He gave her a tight smile accompanied by a curt nod in Sam’s direction. “I tried,” said Dean, “but I think he needs to hear it from you.”

Brooke had privately asked Dean to broach the subject of her leaving. She’d thought Dean would be better suited to make Sam consider that it was time to call it quits. Now that she knew what they did, what their everyday lives consisted of, she felt the brothers had other things they should be focusing their efforts on. But from what she had witnessed, that hadn’t been the case. Sam had concentrated all his attention on her.   

She dragged her feet as she made her way out of the library to give herself more time to decide what she would say and because, quite frankly, she didn’t want to do what she knew she had to.

Her shuffling carried her forward until she saw Sam standing in the kitchen. The sight stopped her in her tracks, and she stepped to the side, using the corner to conceal herself so she could survey him from a distance. Though, it seemed it was unnecessary. Sam was too lost in his own head to notice her approach. His eyes stared unseeing at a spot on the tiled floor, and it gave her a moment to drink him in, commit everything about him to memory. 

What if she left and forgot him again? She didn’t want to forget the way his hair feathered perfectly around his face. She had to remember the color of his eyes, the green hue when he’d talk passionately about something that fascinated or interested him, the dark almost completely blacked out shade of them when she’d kissed him, the turquoise that shone through when he sleepily stumbled into the kitchen after he woke. 

Ogling his long, jean-clad legs, stretched out and crossed at the ankles, made her involuntarily clench her own legs together. The fantasy of grinding down on one of his thick thighs had crossed her mind more than once in the week she had spent with him. But it wasn’t just the physicality of him she wanted to tattoo on her brain. It was the kindness he’d shown her, the complete selflessness, the way he’d made her laugh until her ribs ached, and the deep conversations they’d had about everything from monsters to movies and everything in between. 

Despite all of that, despite not being ready to say goodbye, she knew she had to. She forced her feet to move and strode with determination the rest of the way into the room. His eyes snapped up from the floor. Now noticing her approach, he plastered on a fake smile, but something in her expression immediately caused it to fall from his lips. 

Walking to the fridge, he huffed a humorless laugh, “This the part where you tell me you're leaving?”

Brooke nodded, stopping a few feet in front of him once he settled against the countertop again, opening a fresh beer. “It’s time, Sam. It’s been over a week. We aren’t making any progress. As fun as this weird little vacation has been, I have to get back.” She chuckled, trying to lighten the tense mood, but it did nothing to alter the atmosphere. “I miss my family, my friends. I have work commitments.” 

“You’re the boss,” he said somewhat harshly. He clearly didn’t like her reasoning for wanting to leave.

“Yes, I am, and taking off out of the blue for a week like this is not like me,” she sighed. “If I stay away any longer, it will raise suspicions.” 

Sam took a swig of his beer, a small opportunity to avoid asking the next question. “When?” 

“Well, I promised I’d kick Dean’s ass at poker tonight,” she said with a wink, taking the beer from him and drinking a big mouthful before answering. “So I figured I’d go tomorrow afternoon.” Sam’s eye’s found that interesting spot on the tiles again. The need to explain herself, to make sure he understood her reasons, to not hurt him, overwhelmed her. “It’s Sunday. Figured I can get home and sort myself out for a fresh start Monday morning.”

He scoffed, “Fresh start. Got it.”

He was a hard man to read. The mixed emotions seemed to radiate off him in waves. She couldn’t be sure if he was mad at her because she was giving up or at himself because he hadn’t kept his promise. From what she did know of him, she assumed the latter.

“I’m sorry, Sam, truly I am. But I don’t know what the protocol for this situation is. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do here.” Her voice wavered, and tears pricked the corner of her eyes. 

She waited, chest heaving with the effort of trying not to cry, his eyes burned into hers, but he offered no words. The silence proved too much for her. She couldn’t stand in the awkward, emotionally charged tension anymore. 

“Say something. Please.” 

“I don’t know what to say. You're leaving. You're going home, back to your life, starting fresh. Where does that leave me?” he thought aloud, not necessarily expecting her to answer. “Should I pretend I don’t remember you? The time before and the last two weeks? Should I just forget you?” 

His words broke her. The mere thought of him forgetting her tugged at the wall holding her sobs back, and his words were the sledgehammer needed to punch through. She swiped at the water cascading down her cheeks. “Is that what you want? To forget me too?”

He didn’t hesitate, shaking his head, “No!” He closed the gap between them, thumbing away her tears, his warm hands on either side of her face. “I want you, Brooke. I want us. The way it used to be.” 

She puffed out a long breath, smiling sympathetically through her blurred vision. “I can’t give you that. I wish I could, Sam. I’d sell my soul for that, and now that I know that’s an actual thing, I still mean it.” Her semi-serious joke was rewarded with a quick dimpled smile. “But maybe it’s time to accept that we just have to carry on like we have been these last couple weeks, getting to know each other again. Well, me getting to know you.” 

“And if something happens and you forget me again?”

“I already thought about that, so I’ve written myself a journal and made myself some videos.” She rose to the tips of her toes to kiss his mouth firmly. She pulled back to look into his eyes. “I know this is completely different for you, and I get it if it’s all too much and you can’t carry on like this. But if you're willing, I don’t want this to be the end of us.”  

He kissed her, and she felt the desperation in it, as if he feared he’d never get to do it again. “I don’t want this to be the end of us, either, and I don’t want that to be the last time I kiss you. And I really, really don’t want this to be another scenario that I regret not fighting you on. So I’m asking - no, I’m begging you - please stay.”

Brooke kept her focus on him, and the longer she stared, the charm of his puppy dog eyes wore her down. She relented with a slight shake of her head. “If I agree to stay,” she said, and his smile illuminated his eyes, “can we compromise? Can I at least go to the office a couple of times next week? You can drive me and pick me up or do whatever you need to do. I just need to show my face.” 

Sam nodded. “Yeah. Yes, we can make that work,” he said enthusiastically, and at that moment, she knew he’d find a way to give her the moon if she asked for it. “Got space for me in your office?”

“Not sure I’d get much work done with you as a distraction,” she winked, “but yes, I can make room for you.”

Now

“What you got, sweetheart?” Dean asked with an incorrigible smile. “You gonna raise or fold?” 

Brooke studied her cards again. She’d gotten a big fat hand of nothing, and she was going to lose a third round of poker with the eldest Winchester. Sam folded two hands ago but had stuck around to watch the competition. He leaned over to peek at her cards, but she pulled them close to her chest, concealing them from view. 

“No cheating,” she teased. 

Sam rolled his eyes, smiling back at her, “I was just going to offer some advice, seeing as you're all out of money.” 

Dean waggled his brow, nodding his head toward her right hand, “That ring looks expensive.” 

She chewed the inside of her cheek, looking at the shiny, white gold diamond-encrusted band on her right ring finger. “No chance,” she scoffed. “My brother bought me this for my twenty-first birthday.” 

“Come on,” Dean goaded, “I’ll give you a chance to win it back.” 

Brooke chuckled at his bravado. He was still so sure he’d win, although she had already managed to bluff him a few times. “Fine,” she conceded, “but we play until I win it back!” 

“That’s the spirit,” said Dean. “Throw it in!” 

Brooke laughed at the excited seat dance he did, laying her cards face down on the table to be able to pull her ring off without revealing them to Dean. A moment passed, and Brooke continued to stare down at her birthday gift. Her left hand was suspended in midair, fingers shaking a millimeter away from making contact with the glistening piece of jewelry. 

An eerie, almost undetectable, pulsing glow seemed to come from the ring she had worn every day for more than a decade, but she dismissed the thought as the library lights reflected off the polished diamonds. But why couldn’t she pull it off? The muscles in her jaw clenched as she put all her effort into sending the signal from her brain to tell her fingers to wrap around the object and pull it free. 

“I can’t do it!” She exhaled loudly, watching her fingers spasm.  

Dean puffed out a small laugh. “What’s the matter? Scared you won’t be able to win it back?” 

“Dean,” Sam warned, sliding to the edge of his seat, seeing Brooke in distress. His hand on her shoulder did nothing to pull her focus from the task she was so determined to complete. “Brooke, what’s wrong?” 

“I can’t do it. I want to, I really want to,” she explained, a bead of sweat breaking out on her creased brow, “but I can’t physically do it. Like, my fingers won’t move.” 

Sam watched as she struggled, fighting against an unseen force. Teeth clenched, she began to pant, her cheeks red from the exertion. 

“Stop,” he suggested softly, unable to watch her strain herself any longer. “Brooke, stop!” he begged, knocking her hand out of the way so he could grab the ring himself. A shock coursed through him. His whole body convulsed as if he’d been tasered. His body seized, eyes locked on Brooke’s, silently pleading for help. 

Dean jumped to his feet, his chair falling over in his haste, but Brooke snatched her hand back out of Sam’s reach before he could take a step. As soon as the contact was broken, Sam’s body slackened, and he slumped in his chair, exhausted. 

She turned her eyes to him, her chest rapidly rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. “What the hell was that?” 

“Well, I think we just figured out what made you forget Sam,” Dean explained, rushing to his brother’s side but relaxing when it was clear no real harm had been done. 

“My ring?” she asked, staring down at it again. 

“My money is on it being cursed,” Dean said, far more cheerfully than Brooke thought was appropriate.

“My ring being cursed is a good thing?”

“At least we know what we’re workin’ with now,” he grinned, the tip of his tongue peeking between his teeth. “Hell, we might just wrap this mystery up after all. Alright there, Sammy?” he asked, practically jovial as he gave his brother a couple of firm slaps on the back.

Sam controlled his breathing and sat up straighter in his chair. “Has it ever been out of your possession?” he asked Brooke, then froze with realization. “Wait,” he said,  “you told me you lost it..."

She thought for a moment, eyes darting back and forth as she searched her memory. “Yes, I lost it at the gym about a month ago. I was so upset, I had the place turned upside down. I had to get to a meeting, so I left, but…” she swallowed thickly, realization dawning on her with a fizz of acid in her throat. “Tommy found it the next day.”

Sam couldn’t contain a broad smile that matched his brother’s, but before he could express his excitement, Brooke’s ringtone filled the otherwise quiet library.

She gave Sam a quick, apologetic smile. “Hey, Big Bee,” she greeted, stepping away from the table. Despite the boys’ shared elation, Brooke was shaken by the revelation and her recent experience. She hoped her brother wouldn’t notice the tremor in her voice. 

“Where are you?”

Normally, she’d have remarked on his lack of greeting and chastised him for being abrupt, but something in his tone told her it wasn’t the time. “Brett, what’s wrong?” 

“You need to get home right now. Your house is on fire.”

Chapter 9 - Misplaced Intentions

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