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deamonangelus · 6 years

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Kiss Me

Summary: You met Sam through your shared lifestyles, specifically hunting. There was never any other option for either of you, in the end the two of you fully expected to die bloody, or at least alone. Neither of you expected to find each other, and one look at your eyes had Sam falling like he’d never fallen before.

Hey Hey make a story with sam but you have to use the lyrics to an ed sheeran song.

Warnings: Nothing outside the average Supernatural episode. It’s pretty long though. Mentions of alcohol, some angst. No spoilers for new episodes, but if you haven’t gotten to the post-Leviathan era there are spoilers. Songfic for Ed Sheeran’s ‘Kiss Me.’

Pairing: Reader x Sam (as per the request)

A/N: I HAVE RETURNED!! I’m so sorry this took so long Anon!! I’m so, so, so sorry!!

Settle down with me

Cover me up

Cuddle me up.

Lie down with me

And hold me in your arms.

You were both hunters, you knew that when you met. You were stopping by Bobby’s place, checking up on the old grouch that rescued you from the demons tracking you when you were only 10, and the old man had convinced you to stay for Thanksgiving. You couldn’t say ‘no,’ he had been the only family you had since your parents were killed, a side effect of coming from an extensive line of untrained and overpowered psychics. He was sure to teach you, give you the space and everything else you needed to get a grasp on your abilities, and had raised you like you were his own.

You loved that old bastard like he was your own father, even called him dad instead of Bobby.

Of course, being a few years younger than the youngest Winchester, Bobby had saved you a few years after John cut off all ties to his fellow Hunter. You had never met the Winchester boys, but you saw the pictures and knew Bobby still loved them like they were his own sons, even if he couldn’t see them.

With your busy life, and their own chaotic lives, it was a few years until you actually met Sam and Dean. You were in the kitchen, you loved to cook, making a big Thanksgiving dinner for the family of four. You were worried, Bobby loved these boys like they were his own and you wanted them to at least like you. Little did you know the scent of the apple pie in the oven would be enough for Dean to immediately welcome you as his baby sister.

As for Sam…well…

The second you looked up at him he caught sight of your eyes, hell your eyes were beautiful.

The second he saw your eyes, he started falling for you.

And your heart’s against my chest, your lips pressed to my neck

I’m falling for your eyes, but they don’t know me yet

And with a feeling I’ll forget, I’m in love now.

It was an…unexpected turn of events, to be honest. After the final seal was broken and the Apocalypse started, Sam didn’t know where else to go. He knew Bobby would welcome him into his home, but he also knew Dean was going to be there. Calling you and asking where you were being the logical response…no…it was his instinctual response. He had come clean to you about everything over that one phone call; the demon blood, Ruby, starting the Apocalypse by killing Lilith, everything. He was so scared you’d reject him.

You just gave him the exact address to meet you at, and told him the two of you would take some time off until he felt up to hunting again-even if he never wanted to hunt again.

You hadn’t even thought about it. You knew what it was like to be the freak in the Hunter community. Perhaps not nearly as much as he did, but you were still an overcharged psychic and you were still treated like a freak. Sam needed a safe place, and even without the crush you harbored for him, you were family. More than that, he was one of the closest friends you ever had, you loved Jo dearly, but there was a difference between the freak with the knife collection and the freak that could speak to the dead and move objects with her mind.

He found home with you. Even as he rejoined Dean and the family was back together again, you were right there with him. Every second he looked in your eyes he fell farther in love with you, and he couldn’t look away from your eyes. It was painfully obvious he was utterly smitten with you. Every second you helped the Winchester brothers fight off the end of the world, he fell deeper and deeper for you.

Kiss me like you wanna be loved

You wanna be loved

This feels like falling in love

Falling in love

We’re falling in love.

Looking into your eyes, he felt ashamed. He was deeply in love with you, irrevocably in love with you, and he couldn’t bare the thought of what he was about to do. You knew everything, you were his support system, but he still couldn’t let you see him like this. Knowing you would never think any less of him wouldn’t have allowed him to let you seem him drinking demon blood by the gallons, only to try to overpower Lucifer himself. He just couldn’t let you see him like this. If everything went wrong, he wanted you to remember him as anything but what he was.

He wanted you to remember him as the guy that cuddled with you as the two of you watched crap movies or binged Netflix or Hulu. He wanted you to remember that, admittedly unwelcome, trip to Heaven the three of you shared as it was revealed meeting you was one of the best memories he had. He wanted you to remember him as the one you’d trade favorite books with, binge reading as Dean drove the Impala and talking about the books you just read. He wanted you to remember him from that that first, and possibly last, kiss the two of you shared only seconds before he asked Bobby to make sure you didn’t see him like that.

You barely held back the sobs by holding your breath as long as you could, but that didn’t stop the tears or the way you shook.

Settle down with me

And I’ll be your safety

You’ll be my lady.

I was made to keep your body warm

But I’m cold as the wind blows, so hold me in your arms.

Sam had attempted to get you to promise to live a ‘civilian life.’ The two of you argued, you had gotten to the point you were screaming because you couldn’t even consider life without Sam anymore, but you came to an agreement as he held you close. No matter what happened, you would find a place for yourself, not far from Sioux Falls, and stick to making a living as a Psychic and an expert for Hunters. You did as you promised, but you still tried to reach out to Sam. You failed to find a way to free him, but you could at least offer a form of comfort during his suffering. It took a lot of effort, and a lot of practice, but you managed to reach him, even though his soul was in the deepest pits of Hell, during deep meditations.

You were utterly shocked to see him at your doorstep only 48 hours after speaking with him, last you knew he was still in Hell. During your, then weekly, deep meditation you reached him yet again and were more confused by the situation. Sam, even without his soul, felt an inexplicable attraction to you, and a physical need to keep you alive and close when he arrived at your doorstep.

“Sam…” you whispered as you looked up at him, your eyes glistening with tears. He didn’t answer verbally, instead pulling you into a heated kiss, picking you up with ease and kicking the door to your home shut as you wrapped your legs around his waist. There was a physical satisfaction from carrying you to your bed and pinning you down against it he couldn’t explain, but he didn’t care. The sex was, frankly, euphoric, for the both of you.

Oh no

My heart’s against your chest, your lips pressed to my neck

I’m falling for your eyes, but they don’t know me yet

And this feeling I’ll forget, I’m in love now.

It wasn’t until Cas admitted to leaving Sam’s soul in the Cage that you had your answer, and as Sam lie comatose in Bobby’s bunker you could barely leave his side. As he wandered the land of the living, without a soul, you barely had enough power to reach his mind and keep him from doing things he would regret.

You should have known he was missing his soul. You should have known. You were kicking yourself, you couldn’t believe you didn’t figure it out earlier. You spent hours, sitting by him and wiping the sweat from his brow. By the time he woke up you had been up for days, despite Dean and Bobby’s attempts to get you to sleep. They had even slipped you alcohol to try to get you to sleep, Bobby even tried mixing sleeping pills with food, and it never succeeded. Cas offered what condolences he could, but nobody would feel better until Sam woke up.

You were at your wit’s end, you had run out of tears and couldn’t live with yourself if Sam…

The signs were right in front of you, and you still couldn’t figure it out. Hindsight is 20-20, but you should have known better-

“[Y/N]?” Sam’s voice was groggy as he woke up for the first time in days, registering it was you before he was conscious enough to register the dark circles under your tired eyes. Your attention snapped directly to him, and once again he was lost in your eyes. He didn’t know why his head was pounding, or why he felt what he could only describe as a mental itch, but as he looked up at you he couldn’t say he cared. You kept telling him it was nothing, something he’d get used to living with.

Something he should just leave alone.

He wished he had listened, as visions of Lucifer haunted him and taunted him with the idea that you were just a fever dream. Being safe with you and Dean was just a pretend world, and any minute he could be ripped from the safety of your arms and your lips against his and land right back in the Cage. There were times pressing on the cut in his palm didn’t help, and at those times he would desperately seek you out and pull you as close as he could, pressing a desperate kiss against your lips.

Kiss me like you wanna be loved

You wanna be loved

This feels like falling in love

Falling in love

We’re falling in love.

Yeah I’ve been feeling everything

From hate to love

From love to lust

From lust to truth

I guess that’s how I know you

So I hold you close to help you give it up.

Things had gone unsaid, but understood. You couldn’t say the two of you ever actually proclaimed your feelings for each other, not seriously anyway. You vaguely remembered telling Sam you loved him when he got you the Chinese you were craving after about six or seven too many tequila shots with Charlie. It wasn’t until Dean and Cas disappeared after killing Dick, ending the Leviathan threat, that things were finally put into words. You would never be able to completely retire, you were a psychic, but Sam had a chance. You were willing to split up, let him live a peaceful life, but he couldn’t let you go.

“Please!” he begged, eyes searching yours as he held your hands in his own, “I’ve lost everyone else…I can’t lose you too. I love you.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” you gently hushed as you pulled him down into a hug, standing on your toes as he was an entire foot taller than you, “I love you too, sasquatch.”

With a small, grateful, smile and a chuckle at your nickname for him, gently bumped his forehead against yours. You couldn’t help but laugh, calling him a giant nerd and pulling him in for a gentle, loving kiss. You weren’t going anywhere, you were going to stay right by his side as long as he wanted, for as long as he needed you.

So kiss me like you wanna be loved

You wanna be loved

This feels like falling in love

Falling in love

We’re falling in love.

Kiss me like you wanna be loved

You wanna be loved

This feels like falling in love

Falling in love

We’re falling in love.

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