#sam fluff

[bitchylandtyphoon]

Important to me

Sam Winchester x Reader

(Y/N): your name

(E/C): eye colour

(C/C): celeb crush

Sam and Dean slowly descended the rusty black stairs, trying not to trip from exhaustion. Every nerve ending in their body was hypersensitive; their fingers and toes were cold; their eyes and heads pounded from lack of sleep; and a rotting stench was secreting from their overworn clothing. “Hey guys, how was the hunt?" you asked in a gentle voice to avoid elevating their migraine pain. Dean mumbled under his breath as he walked to his room; even Sam could only give a small smile and “tiring” as a response.

You’ve noticed how the boys have become more tired after their hunts. Maybe it was because you did all the research while they did all the dirty work, or simply because they were getting older. Either way, it’s been taking a toll on their health, and you know it wouldn’t be good in the long run.

Judging from their clothes, you assumed they’d be taking a shower before getting some shut-eye, but you didn’t want them to go to bed hungry.

Walking to the kitchen, you opened the white door of the fridge, which consisted of a few eggs, lettuce, and beer. Wow, no wonder these guys only eat out. Groaning, you grabbed your keys and coat, texting Sam and Dean that you'd be heading out, knowing disturbing them wouldn’t be the best idea.

——————————————————————— Sam walked out of the steaming shower, wrapping his lower body in a towel. Taking another to dry off his hair. He ran his long fingers through his hair, noticing it had become very coarse over the past few months. Sam thought back to a hunt when shards of a monster's guts managed to get stuck in his hair. He felt like it was a personal attack; a shower didn’t help as much as he wanted to either. He spent hours trying to get the red and black hard goo out, even asking Dean. Unfortunately, Dean was not very gentle and made Sam partially ball. He remembers how you saved the day with coconut oil and a small brush. You had to sit on a chair while Sam sat crisscrossed in between your legs. You guys were still getting to know each other, so it was an awkward moment, but after Sam felt your gentle nails and euphoric massage, he melted. His head rested on your bare, soft thigh as you worked on the sides of his head. He felt so much at peace that he could’ve slept right then and there. He chuckled as he ran his hand through his hair, wishing he could have some of that magic right now. He wanted the comfort you gave him.

Putting on his comfier clothes, he slid into his bed, falling soundly asleep with a fond yet tired memory passing through his head once more.

——————————————————————— You slide open the door, balancing heavy bags of groceries, a special box containing a slice of heaven for Dean, and the boys’ favourite drinks. You dropped the bags in the kitchen, unpacking them away into the cupboards and fridge. Knowing it would be a long night, you pulled out your phone and put some music on low. You then turned on the gas stove, grabbing the lighter out of the drawer to start the fire. Begin by taking out mushrooms, onions, tomatoes, and other foods, washing them before finely chopping them, and cooking them on low heat. You added seasoning and eventually smelled the delicious aroma emanating from the dish. Now you need to cook the meat.

————————————————— Each boiling drop from the shower head felt relaxing and painful as it fell onto Dean's hunched back. The heat soothed his ache, yet, the new bruises were sending another sensation of pain throughout his back. He groaned as he faced the shower head and allowed the pellets to hit his face, giving all his might to scrub away the dried-up blood and sweat embedded in his freckled skin. All he could think about was sleep, hoping to sleep as much as he could yet, knowing another case would cut his rest short. He took the white soap bar and breathed in the rose aroma it released, it reminded him of you. Dean was glad he had a girl like you in his life, no matter what was bothering his thoughts or physically torturing him, he knew he’d have you to patch him up. You were always there for Sam and him. Every time you carefully did his stitches, gave him a needed hug, fixed his tie or walked into your room, the smell would give him a sense of comfort. It reminded him of his younger days spent with his mom. It reminded him of home.

——————————————————————— You put on the blue oven kits cautiously taking out the crispy chicken from the oven. The meal was finished and so were the other dishes you made. You even had time to prepare healthy snacks and some of Sam’s favourite protein drinks. From a young age, you hated the thought of being a housewife and having to complete all the duties at home, but you knew it was the least you could do to cheer them up, adding much-needed order to their already chaotic lives. Plus, it was nothing compared to all they did for you after they took you in. You smiled as you admired the dinner table, for once looking like a normal family’s dinner table and not used as a summoning ground.

You knocked on Sam’s door to get no response, knowing the younger Winchester might’ve fallen asleep you went to go check on the other one. Knocking once again to hear a low “yeah…”. Pushing the door you see a half awake, now clean Dean, lying against the headboard watching TV.

“Hey,” you gently said. “How are you feeling?”. His eyes were still heavy with sleep but pupils dilated from insomnia. You could tell he tried sleeping but to no avail. “Listen,” you sit on the bed and see him smile a bit. “I know you’re tired but I made some food for you and Sam and you should eat. You’d sleep better with a full stomach. And I might have some pieee”. With that Dean jumped into his bunny slippers and strutted towards the kitchen in his pink nightgown. Chuckling at Dean's cuteness, stopping before leaving the room as you saw the big pile of bloodied clothes on the floor.

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“Hey Sam, I’m coming in.” You announced, entering the neat room, smelling a mix of pine trees and cheap cologne. You saw Sam’s large body lying on his stomach, a soft snore coming from his peaceful slumber. Quietly entering the room, you searched for his hamper, unlike the other one, Sam kept his dirty clothes in one, making it easier for you to take the clothes out of his room.

As you passed by Sam, you stood there watching him, taking advantage of the sliver of peace he was given. You put the hamper down slowly to not wake up Sam, getting on your knees, face level with Sam’s. You watched as his lips laid in a pouted style, opening once in a while to exhale, you took notes of the small moles, birthmarks and faint freckles scattered over his face like stars, noticing how perfect his nose was; never have you ever seen a perfect natural triangle. His thick dark brown eyebrows arched over his forehead symmetrically and his lashes fluttered gracefully as butterflies. His hair was your favourite part, ever since you helped take the guts out of his hair you missed the proximity and softness. His soft hair tickled the inside of your thighs and reminded you of a dog’s overgrown mane. It was beautiful to touch.

You then noticed the crevices appearing in his forehead and eye sockets. He starts to stir in his sheets, the peaceful expressions disappearing, turning into a pained one. He began making uncomfortable noises. He was going into a nightmare.

“Sam, hey wake up! Sam come on, wake up. It’s just a dream!” Sam’s head started moving side to side, the veins in his temple and neck protruding. His eyes were tightly shut and beads of sweat formed across his forehead. His hand gripped firmly onto the arm shaking his shoulder, the other gripping the the brown sheets. “SAM WAKE UP!” Shouting wouldn’t help anymore, looking around you see a cup of water on the nightstand.

——————————————————————— Sam jolted up with a gasp, cold water on his face which soaked most of his hair and nightshirt. He grasped onto as much air as possible, eyes wide trying to familiarize his surroundings. A sense of relief overcame him when he saw your concerned (e/c) eyes.

He saw how your eyes travelled over his face searching for an answer, too shocked or scared to say anything. He sighed, “Don’t tell Dean, please.”

“Ok, I won’t.” What was that, you thought to yourself, you’ve never seen this type of behaviour from him. “At least talk to me about it. You’ve been more tired than usual and it’s worrying. If you’re not gonna tell Dean, tell me.”

Sam smiled, his heart swell when he heard your confession. For once someone was listening to his struggles without ratting out to Dean.

“Um Sam…” Sam shares a confused look until you look down at your now red and numb arm. “Sorry!” Sam immediately retracts his arm away, allowing the blood to rush back to the area.

“It’s like you’ve never touched a girl before or something” you joke trying to lighten up the mood. He laughs under his breath. “Come downstairs and eat something.” You demanded as you rubbed your sore arm.

“It’s okay-“

“Sam.”

He grins his teeth as he sees your serious face. Cute, he thought.

You grab onto his large calloused hands and attempt to pull the giant out of bed, barely budging. “Oh my god, you are so friggin heavy. How are you built like a god with all that junk food?”

He jumps to his feet almost falling on top of you, your nose meeting his chest as the scent of fresh soap fills your nose. A blush rises to your skin at the proximity, looking up you see his brown eyes already staring down at you. You felt his thumb glazed over your smaller hands, which you both held onto each other. “So you think I’m built like a god huh?” Sam suggestively asks with a raised eyebrow.

Taking a quick step back, you playfully shove him away. “Haha very funny Indeed Winchester, get your ass downstairs.” Crossing your arms you wait till he exits his room, him and his footsteps disappearing into the hallway.

“(Y/n) THINKS I HAVE A HOT BODY” Sam shouts from the hallway; your eyes widen as instant embarrassment runs through your body. You hoped to god Dean didn’t hear or you’d never see the end of the teasing.

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You return to the kitchen to see two big babies chowing down on the meal you made, acting as if they hadn’t eaten in ages.

“(Y/n), THISH FWOOD ISH AMASHING” You barely make out the words as Dean continues to stuff his mouth with food. “What he said,” Sam says as he adds more food to his plate. You giggle as you sit next to Sam, glad to see them eating a proper meal. “Where did you even learn how to cook like this?” Dean asks. “My mom used to teach me the basics but then I picked it up more when I moved out. Haven’t cooked like this since University actually,” you answer. “So you’re gonna tell me we could’ve been eating like kings but you decided to torture us with takeout.” Dean jokes while dropping his fork on his plate. “I never hated you more.”

You burst out into laughter throwing your head back, “Please, you love me.” You say rolling your eyes. You noticed how Sam became quiet, twirling his food around a fork.

“Not as much as Sammy does,” Dean says with a devious smirk. Sam chokes on his food as you roll your eyes. “Very funny Dean” Sam glares at Dean.

“Sorry Sam but I’m off limits, too committed to (c/c).” You giggle as you jokingly twirl your hair. “He’s such a daring man dramatic sigh”.

“I’m gonna puke my food up if you keep acting like that,” Dean says with a disgusted face while trying to put even more food in his mouth.

You cheekily smile and see as Sam scoffs, taking note of the weird action. Dean gets up to put his plate away, you take this as a cue to start cleaning up the kitchen.

“Goodnight” Dean yells as he walks out the door. You and Sam both say goodnight. Then it hits you, that rascal. He left you and Sam in the kitchen alone. You can already feel the blood rushing to your ears, instead, you try to distract yourself by doing the dishes.

“Do you need help with anything?” His eyebrows knit together as he asks “Let me help clean at least.”

As much as you wanted him to rest, you couldn’t say no to him and his persuasion. Or maybe he had you wrapped around his finger. “Uh yeah, I’ll wash and you dry?” You offer pointing to the load of dishes. “Yeah, that’s great”. You grab the yellow sponge and begin scrubbing the sauces off the pots, leaving Sam to get the towel. Unmindful of you, you forget where the towels are, right in the cabinet in front of you, the towels stacked on the higher shelf. As you were about to move you felt Sam’s figure hover over your smaller frame. You freeze as you feel his body’s heat mingle with your cold body. His large hand rests on your lower back.

To another person, it could be a simple gesture, but to you, deep down you were screaming from the closeness of it all. Somehow Sam had always made you shy in his presence, you didn’t know if it was because of how smart and skilled he was that made you feel inadequate to him or how he made you weak in the knees with his beautiful…well everything. You’ve been close with other men like Dean, yet Sam’s touches and glances manage to get your cheeks red and heart pumping.

You mindlessly scrub a knife, hoping to finish the chore as soon as possible. “Ow ow ow…” you grimace in pain as the knife slices the side of your finger. You see Sam reacts quickly. Grabbing your hand and putting it under the faucet, turning on the cold water. “This looks pretty bad,” he says as he takes your hands in his. One hand holds on to your wrist while the other gently presses the cut, attempting to get as much blood out.

You could not imagine a more embarrassing moment, the one time you’re alone with Sam you embarrass yourself like a child. Yet you couldn’t ignore how Sam’s body was pressed against yours, you could feel the rough outlines in his body. The front of his leg pressed up against your butt.

“Does it hurt?” Sam asks, not looking away from the cut.

“It just stings but not too much” you reply, noticing the decreased blood spillage.

He takes your other hand and guides your fingers into mirroring his previous actions. “Don’t move I’ll be back”. His warmth fades and you stand still, waiting as the cold water cleans up your cut.

You throw your head back, groaning at your clumsiness.

——————————————————————- Hissing in pain, Sam dabs rubbing alcohol into your new cut. You’re now sitting in his room as it was the closest place with a first aid kit.

“There, all done. How does it feel?” Sam finishes wrapping a large bandaid around the wound.

“I am so much better now. Thank you, Sam.”

Sam gives you a soft smile and he cleans the area up, you watch as he picks up the remote and turns on the TV.

“I thought you were tired”

“Come on, it’s only like 10 pm. We’ll be fine.” Sam defends himself as he sits on the other side of the bed. “Come closer.” He pats the empty spot beside him.

You look stunned at what the Winchester is implying until you realize he means to lay against the headboard. You slowly get up, sitting beside Sam but leaving a good space between both your bodies.

“So what do you want to watch?” Sam asks as he starts surfing through movies on his TV.

“I’m okay with whatever.” ——————————————————————— You turn to Sam to talk to him about the climax when you realize he has dosed off. His head leaning back on the headboard, from the side it looked uncomfortable. Not knowing what to do, you decided to wait until the movie finished. ——————————————————————— You yawned as the movie neared its end, all the characters looking over the bleeding horizon as the camera zooms out. From the lack of movement, you assume Sam is still asleep. You take his phone off the nightstand and turn the do not disturb mode on, if other hunters need you, you’ll handle the case for them. He deserves some rest.

You pull out your phone to scroll through your private socials. Seeing a few edits of your (c/c) and quietly giggling to yourself. You take a glance at Sam, still dosed off. He looks better now. Wait, you look between your (c/c) and Sam. Omg, how did you not see it before? You groan internally as you stare at your phone; the long-haired, smart, well-mannered, and tall golden retriever guy. They were honestly so alike. You hoped the boys wouldn’t be able to see the resemblance.

You thought back to the moment at the table when you were gushing over (c/c) and Sam scoffed. Do you think he was jealous? No, no way. You calm yourself down before the redness reaches your face.

You felt a heavy weight shift onto your shoulder, his hair tickling the crevice of your neck. You didn’t want to wake him up by checking but it was very evident that Sam had fallen asleep on your shoulder. You could smell the sandalwood scent coming from his hair, wishing you could get more of the comforting smell.

Sam was tired and you knew it would be a big fuss if you woke him up. So, you stayed there, looking at the TV screen, trying to hold in any excitement or scream within you. The butterflies are swarming their way around your stomach. That is until you felt Sam’s arm wrap around your torso.

You stay still, unlike your body temperature which skyrockets at the sudden touch. You feel yourself being pulled towards him even more, his head snuggling dangerously close to your neck, his lips close to your skin. Sam’s hot breath created a burning sensation, your heat causing them to burn tenfold.

You weren’t gonna move, you couldn’t leave, you were stuck beside Sam for the rest of the night. You exhale trying to calm yourself; he’ll forget all about this tomorrow. This is totally what friends do. You cuddle and panic internally with Dean all the time. You couldn’t be lying more at this point. You shut your eyes, you carefully reach over to turn the nightlight off.

click

The only light was emitting from the faint blue light on the TV. Its light began to shut off as the room welcomed pure darkness.

So you lay there in the dark as you feel Sam’s body snuggled right up to yours, his arms holding you captive as his fingers twitch and graze you ever so often. This would be a dream if you guys were together. You’ve liked Sam ever since you knew him, and you love both him and Dean very much. Doing everything in your power to show how much you care for them. You just wanted Sam to love you and adore you the way you did.

You felt a wave of exhaustion hit you, and your own eyes became heavy with fatigue. Blinking slowly, you succumb to Sam’s comfort and allow your heavy head to lay on his.

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

She Stays (Part 3)

Summary: Could you please write one where student!reader appears in Supernatural universe taken from normal life and becomes an angel? Pairing Sam/reader?

Part 1 Part 2

Pairing: Sam x student!/angel!reader

Word Count: 1,800ish

Warnings: language, implied smut

A/N: Wow this is only how many years late? I know it’s been asked for many times for more of She Stays and here it is! Please enjoy this final part!

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“Ow,” you heard Dean shout from the kitchen. When you came in he was sucking on his finger. “Cut it,” he mumbled, moving to the sink to run it under some water. He hissed as the cold hurt and you yanked his hand away.

“That needs stitches,” you said, Dean letting you twist his hand around. He smiled as he nodded approvingly.

“Yes it does,” he said, your hand reaching out and pulling a fresh towel to wrap it in. “You’re coming up to speed on the medical side of things,” he said. “Sammy’s been a good teacher.”

“I like when Sam teaches me,” you said, pulling him along to grab a first aid kit. “You on the other hand...”

“I’m an asshole who doesn’t give you an inch of slack, right?” asked Dean, putting on his mentor face. “Sam would go too easy on you in fights and target practice. You know it too.”

“I know, Dean,” you said, fiddling through the bag to find a needle and thread. “I don’t feel like I make any progress with you though. Sam tells me I’m doing a good job at least.”

“Kid,” said Dean, grabbing your wrist before you grabbed the supplies you needed. “You’ve come a long way in two months. I might even let you go on a salt and burn by yourself.”

“Really?” you said, eyes lighting up. 

“No, but only because Sam would kill me,” said Dean, chuckling as he moved your hand to the towel. “I know you can stitch and blood doesn’t bother you. Go ahead and try.”

“No, Dean,” you said, jerking your hand back. He frowned and feigned sorrow.

“Guess I’ll just bleed out since, Fledgy wouldn’t help me,” said Dean, holding up his finger.

“I need Cas,” you said, Dean scowling hard as he hoped onto the counter. The hunting stuff, that wasn’t so bad compared to knowing you had these abilities. You were still too scared to use them without Cas close by, afraid of hurting someone. 

“I trust you,” said Dean, holding out his hand. “I’m in worlds of pain here, Kid. Help a guy out.”

“Dean, I don’t want to,” you said, reaching for the medical bag again. “Angel stuff is not your area, remember, it’s Cas’.”

“I’m also bad cop,” said Dean. “Now try or I’ll work you so hard today so you’ll be too tired to go on your first date with Sammy.”

“Thank dad you’re not my soulmate,” you said, Dean chuckling as you grabbed his wrist. “Just don’t move or anything.” Dean stopped playing as he moved the towel back and you saw it still gushing blood. You thought of how big a cut it was, how it was deep and throbbing. You pictured it in your mind and then how it was supposed to be. 

Dean shut his eyes as you let warmth trickle from your fingers and told your grace to heal him. Dean jerked a little but when you pulled back he was good as new.

“I didn’t tell you about the bruise on my knee,” said Dean, shoving his pants up and seeing the black and blue mark missing.

“I wanted it to heal whatever was wrong with you,” you said a little timid. It felt intimate to heal someone, like you were touching their pain for the briefest of moments.

“I won’t tell Cas if you won’t,” said Dean, hopping off the counter. “Now it’s time for your surprise.”

“Please no more push ups today,” you said, Dean chuckling as he pushed on your shoulders.

“You’re going on your first date with your soulmate tonight, kid,” said Dean. “I’m taking you to the mall to go pick out whatever you want to wear. Then I’ll tell you a bunch of horribly embarrassing stuff about Sam you can bring up at dinner if you feel so inclined.”

“You’re such a good big brother,” you said, Dean already moving the two of you towards the garage.

Dean had surprisingly been a good shopping buddy. You picked out a few simple black dresses but Dean had found one with an open back that you fell in love with. You weren’t sure at first how it would look on you but once you were in a pair of heels even you couldn’t help but think you looked hot.

Leaving your room wearing it that night, knowing it was just you and Sam in the bunker, you felt a little silly. You weren’t going out or anything, it was dinner at home. But Sam had asked if you could wear a dress so your first date wasn’t in flannels and ripped jeans and you wouldn’t deny him that request.

“Hi, Y/N,” said Sam, working over the stove. “Could you grab...” he trailed off when he spun around and saw you. You could feel him light up as he lost the ability to speak.

“Plates?” you asked, Sam nodding, his eyes glued to every part of you. “Sam, I’m not that pretty.”

“You’re gorgeous,” said Sam, a little breathy. “You’re always beautiful but...I’ve never seen you dressed up before.”

“Slight improvement over you sweats and tee from that first day,” you said, stepping beside him to reach plates from the cupboard.

“You’re comparing apples and oranges babe,” said Sam, reaching up and grabbing the too high plates for you, an excuse to get you close dawning on you. “I love both those outfits. Anything really. I can almost see your wings in your back like that.”

“Sam,” you said, looking down shyly. “I don’t have my wings yet.”

“Yes you do,” he said, ignoring the cooking and running a hand up to the back of your neck. “They’re just very small right now,” said Sam, his hand moving lower and lower until his long fingers scrapped over the ridge of your shoulder blade.

You giggled as it tickled, the motion pulling something from you that you hadn’t quite felt before. 

“Beautiful snow white,” said Sam. “They’re right there, just under the skin. I can’t wait to see them when you’re full grown.”

“How do you know what they look like if you can’t see them?” you asked, resting your head on Sam’s shoulder. You would stay like this forever, him touching this vulnerable spot you didn’t know you had, making you tingle and smile all over.

“I just know,” said Sam, tilting your head back so he could cup your cheek. “I’m glad we took it slow. Got to be best friends first before trying this.”

“There’s no trying, this is...” you said, letting your angel side take over for a minute. “Cas told me something, about fledglings.”

“You’re very pure creatures,” said Sam. “It’s okay, Y/N. He told me too.”

“Then you know we can’t get frisky or anything like that at all,” you said, backing away from him, seeing the hurt on his face. “Where I came from, it didn’t matter but here...you’ll be stuck with me forever.”

“Spending forever with my soulmate? Yes that does sound awful,” said Sam, taking a step closer wrapping his arms around your waist. “I’m not scared, Fledgy. I will never pressure you one way or the other. It doesn’t mean I don’t have a preference for how things will turn out between us.”

“I’m not too young?” you asked, Sam unable to fight back a laugh.

“That’s...that’s what you’ve been worried about?” asked Sam with a smile. “I’m barely older. Fledgy, I love you. Nothing, absolutely nothing will ever stop that. Before you ask, I love you for you, not because of this soulmate thing. I’ve felt that perfect at home feeling with you every second I’m with you since the start, before we touched.”

“Can we eat dinner later?” you asked, the burnt smell of chicken filling your nose. “I’d like to do something with you first.”

“Make me yours, Y/N.”

Dean got home after midnight, only slightly buzzed as he found you and Sam eating pizza on the counter in pajamas.

“How’d the date go you two?” asked Dean, stealing a piece of your leftovers. “Going to be a second one?”

“Yup,” you said, Sam eyeing you up and down.

“Yup,” said Sam, a smirk on his face.

“Is this some couple thing or some angel thing?” asked Dean, watching the both of you. “Or did you two do it finally?”

“All of the above,” you said, Sam smacking your arm playfully. “Hey, someday I’m going to be stronger than you ya know.”

“That’ll be fun in bed,” said Sam, winking as Dean looked ready to gag. “Fledgy’s growing up,” said Sam, holding up a single perfect snow white feather. Just like he’d said it be.

“Angel’s getting her wings, huh? All you two had to do was go at it?” asked Dean, genuinely curious about the fledgling rules as they seemed to differ than a normal angel.

“Actually, it kind of...made me more human in certain areas,” you said, wondering if Dean would be angry. “Mating as a fledgling, with a human, it turns off that angel bit that let’s me...live forever. Normal life expectancy for me now.”

“Makes sense,” said Dean, both you and Sam raising an eyebrow. “Why would Chuck make soulmates that don’t get to be together when it’s all said and done? You two must really like each other to do that.”

“He’s okay,” you said, bumping into Sam’s ribs with a smile.

“It’s not so bad having an angel looking out for me,” said Sam, holding onto your feather like it was precious. 

“So you get anything else new while I was out beside some feathers?” Dean asked, silently reaching out to Sam asking to look at the one in his hand. Sam handed it over carefully as Dean inspected it. “Okay, I’ll admit that’s kind of cool.”

“Too bad you can’t see them like Sam,” you said, moving your left wing to tickle his arm, still so small it didn’t jut out past your back, Sam smirking and Dean looking on confused.

“Don’t stay up too late having angel sex, we’re going to work on werewolves tomorrow,” said Dean. “Night Sammy. Fledgy.”

“Sounds like you’ve got a full day a head of you,” said Sam. “Make sure to carve in some time for your boyfriend if you can.”

“I can always make time for him,” you said, brushing your wing up against his arm again, making Sam laugh. 

“Let’s go to bed,” said Sam, hopping off the counter and picking you up.

“I’m not tired though,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I said go to bed, not sleep, Fledgy,” said Sam with a wink. “I got too much energy I need to burn off before I even think about curling up with you all night long.”

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[supernaturalfreewill]

Sam woke rather abruptly in the middle of the night and for some reason found himself wandering out to the front of the bunker on a feeling. And there you were, still straining your eyes as you squinted at your laptop...

"Y/N," he said gently.

You looked up suddenly, slightly startled to see him standing there. "Sam? Are you okay?"

He laughed lightly. "Me? I'm fine. I was sleeping. I thought you said you were going to bed early tonight."

You looked back at the screen and continued clicking around. "I did."

He frowned, his brow drawing down over his eyes. "Well, it's 3:30 am..."

"Oh—well... shit."

Sam's hands landed on his hips, his mouth tight in a thin line. "Yeeeah. Alright. Come on. Bed. Let's go," he said, pacing the rest of the way over to you. "All the research will still be here in the morning."

You rubbed a hand over your face. "I don't think I can sleep..."

Sam sighed. "You need to rest. At least just—just come lay down for a bit." Your expression was still hesitant. "With me? Please? And I promise if you can't sleep that I'll get up with you, make coffee, and we can get back to this together."

"Sam, I don't want you not to sleep," you argued. "You should sleep if you can."

"Well, I can't now that I know you're up," he argued.

You sighed at the look he was giving you. "Fine... I'll try."

He smiled. "Great. My room or yours?"

Prompt: "I thought you said you were going to bed early tonight." / "I did." / "Well, it's 3:30 am..." / "Oh—well... shit."

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[theweightofakiteofdreamsingold]

Tease-Sam Kiszka

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, mature themes, smoking, oral sex (male and fem receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, language, MINORS DNI.

A/N: Okay. This is my first Sammy fic, so be kind. 🥺 I think Sam is such a sub, so I tried my best at making him one. I hope you all enjoy it.

-Ken

Your jaw clenched as you reached for your glass. Your eyes burning into the back of his head. He had to feel your gaze scorching him. He was choosing to ignore it. Ignore you. You watched as he fluttered around the pool table, following the petite blonde with fake tits, like a lost puppy dog.

You took a sip of the cool liquid, hoping to extinguish the fire burning deep in your stomach. You knew why he was doing this. The dark little part of him he only let you see, wanted you seething and green with envy. You watched as the game of pool came to an end. Sam leaned a hip on the table, facing the nameless blonde, and you. You stared at him as you noticed his eyes glued to her chest. Your heart pounded as he flicked his eyes up, past her, landing on yours, a cocky smirk planted on his face. Then his attention was back on her.

That's it. You were going to drag him out of this bar by his luscious locks and teach him a lesson. Your hands gripped the table, preparing for your attack, but you were stopped by a light tap on the wrist. You turned your head to Josh, who was seated next to you.

"Everything okay?" He raised an eyebrow, unaware of the game being played by you and Sam.

You cleared your throat, easing back into the booth. You scanned the faces of everyone at the table. Jake gave you a knowing smile like he knew what the darkness in your eyes meant, like he had been there before. Danny's puppy dog eyes were filled with questions.

"Yeah. Yeah, everything is good." You took a deep breath and painted on your best smile.

The boys continued their conversations about the band, the tour, and all things Greta. You stayed focused on them and ignored Sammy's childish antics. For the most part. You kept him as a blur in your peripheral, noticing how his head seemed to be turned towards you more often.

...

"I was absolutely killing it in pool tonight. Did ya see?" Sam turned his head to you before looking back at the road.

He had been non-stop talking since you got in the car. You hadn't gotten a word in, not that you had anything to say. Your mind was buzzing with all the possibilities of punishment you could inflict once you were home. Your eyes were focused on the road. You decided to let Sam drive home, which only happened every so often. He was a passenger princess in every sense of the phrase.

"That blonde was pretty cute. Sara."

You could feel the scummy smile he had on his face after he spoke. Your jaw clenched, but you forbid yourself from reacting further. You pulled an almost full pack of cigarettes from the passenger side pocket, slipping one out. You rolled the window down and lit it with the lighter from the same location. You inhaled deeply and then exhaled a stream of smoke out the window.

You were not a regular smoker. You smoked when you drank, and when you were extremely cross. Right now, you didn't know which reason was the source of your craving. Sam held his pointer and middle fingers to you, signaling he wanted a drag. You took another puff, then tossed it out the window. He mumbled something under his breath as he turned into the driveway.

You made your way out of the car, taking your time to check your belongings. You didn't want to expose your excitement. You sauntered to the front door behind Sam and waited as he fumbled with the key. You noticed his hands shaking slightly despite his cool demeanor. He knew he was in trouble.

He finally opened the door, letting you walk in first. You hung your purse on one of the hooks hanging in the foyer. You turned to Sam. His eyes were on you as he slipped his shoes off. You smiled and slowly closed the space between you. Your fingers lightly feathered over the exposed skin peeking behind his half buttoned shirt. He let out a shakey breath, watching you with caution.

"Why so nervous, Sam?" You looked up at him with furrowed brows. "Are you worried you did something wrong?" You reached a hand up, stroking his cheek.

He licked his lips as he moved his hands to grab your waist. Before he could make contact, you grabbed a fist full of his hair, pulling down sharply until he was on his knees in front of you, hissing at your grasp. You leaned down to his eye level.

"You think it's cute to make me look like a fool, Sammy?" You asked. Your tone no different than asking someone for the time.

His mouth hung open while his eyes focused on your lips. You reased his hair from your fist. You stood up and placed the sole of your high-heeled shoe on his chest.

"Take it off." You looked down at him with a raised brow.

His eyes traced up your leg to the edge of your skirt. He could see the hot pink thong hugging your cunt. He swallowed hard before moving his hands to the thick strap around your ankle.

"I'm sorry." He spoke in a hushed tone. He slipped your foot from your shoe, kissing the top of it.

You sat it on the ground and replaced it with your other foot. "Quiet." You answered back sternly. His mouth opened to speak. You dug your heel into his chest with light pressure, warning him to keep it to himself. He took the hint and finished his work, removing your shoe.

"Go kneel in front of the couch. I'll be there shortly." He stood up and moved eagerly past you. You noted the impression of his hard cock though his pants as he went by.

You made your way to the kitchen, grabbing a wine glass and a bottle of your favorite sweet white wine. You poured yourself a glass and took a slow sip. You knew Sam would be antsy. Rubbing his moist palms on his slacks, trying to peek his head around the corner to see if you were coming. You wanted him to sweat. You smirked, taking another sip before heading to the living room.

He was sitting on his knees, his back to you, facing the couch just like you had asked. You padded your way to him, raking your fingernails through his sleek locks.

"Look at you sitting so pretty for me, Sammy. You're such a good boy when you listen." He took a sharp inhale at your praises.

You moved into the small gap between him and the couch and sat down. You placed a foot on either side of his legs and let your knees fall apart while you relaxed back into the cushions. He started hungrily at your center.

"Can I touch you, baby? Please?" He looked up with longing eyes, his fingers twitching.

You ran your pointer finger around the edge of your glass, watching as it indented the skin.

"Hmm. I don't know. Do you feel like you've earned it?" You looked down at him, tilting your head to the side in question.

You watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. His eyes fluttered closed as he cleared his throat.

"I said I was sorry. I shouldn't have talked to that girl." His eyes opened, deep and sorrowful.

"Oh, Sammy." You leaned forward, grabbing his chin and pulling him to you until your lips were almost touching. "You're not sorry. But you're gonna be."

You smiled as you leaned back, taking a sip of your wine before sitting it on the end table. You traced your fingers down your sides until you got to the hem of your dress. You curled your fingers under it and pulled up slowly. Sam's eyes followed your movements, licking his lips in anticipation. You lifted your hips, pulling your dress over your ass and stopping once your lower half was exposed. You heard the soft groan he let out as he gazed at your heat through the lace of your panties.

"You're gonna lick my pussy until I decide you're sorry. Got it?" You spread your legs a little wider and slipped a finger into the side of your panties, pulling them to the side. He leaned in, breathing you in deeply.

"Yes, ma'am. I got it." His eyes locked on yours as he stuck out his tongue, running it from your entrance to your clit.

You moaned softly, letting your head fall back. He swirled his tongue around your swollen clit before taking it between his lips, sucking gently. You looked down at him, your chest rising and falling quickly. His eyes were closed, lost in pleasing you. Your fingers locked into his hair and tugged. His eyes opened and found yours.

"Fuck, Sam. You're so pretty between my legs." You breathed out.

He pulled away from you, his lips puffy and pink from sucking you.

"Touch me, Sammy," you whined softly, releasing your grasp on his hair.

He eagerly slid his hands up your legs to your inner thighs. He leaned down and placed light kisses to your skin, letting his slender fingers find your heat. He rested his cheek on the top of your thigh as he slipped through your folds, rubbing slow circles on your bud. Your hips bucked into his touch, silently signaling your want for more. He moved his hand from you and parted his lips, bringing his glistening fingers to them. You let out an involuntary gasp as you watched his tongue coat his fingers in his saliva.

He smirked as he brought them down to your entrance, teasing you before slipping them in at a leisurely pace. He watched as you sucked him in. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, making it shine. He curled upwards once he was down to his second knuckle. You reached a hand down, grabbing his wrist and digging your nails into his skin delicately. Your eyes closed as you arched your back off the couch.

He pumped in and out of you, setting a steady pace, the thumb of his other hand rubbing your throbbing clit.

"Yes, Sam. Don't stop," you moaned out, letting your head fall back.

"Yeah? Does that feel good, mommy?" He asked just above a whisper.

You clenched around him as the words left his mouth. He had never called you mommy before, and you felt like you should be ashamed of how much it turned you on, but you weren't. You squeezed his wrist firmly as you tried to push him out of you.

"Come here." Your voiced cracked as you tried to keep your dominant persona present.

He stood up and leaned over you. He placed his wet fingers to your lips, and you graciously accepted them in. He watched with lidded eyes and a slack jaw as you swirled your tongue around them. He removed his fingers then placed his hands on either side of your head, the back of the couch supporting his weight as he leaned further into you. His lips pressed into yours with a fiery need. He took your bottom lip between his teeth and bit down. You let out a breathy moan as your pussy clenched around nothing.

You reached your hands out to his chest, fingers fumbling with the few closed buttons on his shirt. He smiled against your lips, clearly amused at how desperate you seemed for him. He straightened and shrugged his shirt off his shoulders, letting it drift to the floor.

"Pants too," you instructed, gaining some composure.

You watched the muscles in his hands flex under the skin as he undid the button and fly of his pants. He let them fall to the ground, running a hand through his hair as he stepped out of them. You stood from the couch, taking a step so you were inches from his face. Your eyes scanning over his beautiful features as your hands ran up his sides.

"Sit down." You took a side step, unblocking his path to the couch.

He raised an eyebrow before moving to sit. He leaned back with his arms stretched out on the back of the couch, his legs spread. You stood in front of him, slipping your fingers under the hem of your dress, slowly pulling it up over your head.

His eyes watched you as you slid your bra straps down your shoulders and unhooked it from behind, letting it fall to the ground. His tongue glided over his plush lips, his hard cock straining against the fabric of his underwear.

"You're so fucking sexy." His head shaking in disbelief as he spoke.

You smiled, pushing your panties down your legs, moving between his legs as you stepped out of them. You sank to your knees in front of him, your hands sliding up his thighs to the waistband of his boxers. He groaned when your fingers found their way in, pulling him free from his confinement. You kissed the tip of his warm cock, already leaking with pre-cum and throbbing in your hand.

"Looks like someone is eager." You winked before parting your lips, taking him into your mouth.

His head snapped back while his hands found your hair. "Oh god," he moaned out in relief.

You swallowed him down until he hit the back of your throat. He hissed and yanked your hair at the root, causing you to moan against him. The vibrations making him whimper. You bobbed up and down on him until his moans grew louder and closer together. You popped off of him, wiping the corners of your mouth. He whined in protest, his eyes begging for more.

"You don't get to cum yet, silly. You have to take care of mama first." You straddled him while you spoke, the tip of his cock resting on your clit.

You rocked your hips over him slowly. His eyes narrowed, and his mouth hung open. You leaned into him, kissing his lips while you reached between your legs, wrapping your fingers around his cock. You pushed it into your entrance, making you both sigh into each other's mouths.

You leaned back and placed your hands on his knees, giving him full view of him sliding in and out of you. You moved your hips up and down on him slowly. He slid a hand up your chest and wrapped loosely around the side of your neck.

"Jesus, y/n. You feel. So. Fucking. Good." His eyebrows scrunched together while he bit down on his bottom lip.

His kept his eyes on the space where you connected, soft whines escaping him. You leaned your head back, focusing on keeping a steady pace and the delicious feeling of him filling you up. You panted and moaned for him. His cock always felt like it was made for you. You fit perfectly together, like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.

You felt his thumb rubbing circles over your clit. You lifted your head, looking down to where his fingers were, then up to him. A light sheen of sweat was shining on his forehead. His eyes, dark and full of lust, burned into yours.

"Oh fuck, Sammy. Right there, don't stop." You breathed, your hips moving up and down on him faster as the fire ignited in your core.

You clenched around him, a sinfully whiney moan escaping him. You smirked, pleased with the way you were making him come undone.

"You think your little slut would fuck you this good?" You asked, sitting up and digging your fingers into his shoulders.

You felt his cock twitch inside of you as you stilled in his lap. Your lips found his neck, leaving slow, sloppy, wet kisses to his jaw. His hands found your hips, squeezing firmly.

"Tell me, Sam. Would she?" Your teeth grazed against his cheek as his chest heaved against yours.

He swallowed hard and took a trembling breath before answering. "No. No one can make me feel as good as you do." He wiggled his hips, trying desperately to get you to move on him.

"Good boy," you hummed in his ear before lifting up and dropping down on his cock again.

He gasped, throwing his head back. You wrapped an arm around his neck, using your free hand to grab his chin, tilting his head back up.

"Look at me,” you whispered.

His eyes locked on yours as you panted and moaned, the wet, slapping noises as you bounced on him added fuel to the fire burning inside of you. He was so fucking pretty. You traced over his face, taking him in. His blushed cheeks, his tongue darting out every so often wetting his plush lips, the adoration swimming in his eyes.

"You're so good to me. I don't deserve you. I don't deserve your pussy. This delicious, velvet-soft pussy. Fuck, baby." He clenched his jaw as he snaked his arms around your waist. He held you down as he lifted his hips and fucked into you.

His words and sudden action made you explode. "Fuck, Sam. I'm coming. Fuck!" You squealed as the fire spread through every inch of you.

"That's right. Cum on this cock, sweetheart. Yes!" He pounded you through your orgasm until he was shaking. You knew he wasn't far behind.

"Fill me up, baby. Need it so bad. Please, Sammy." You whimpered, giving him your best doe eyes and pouty lips.

He thrusted a few times before he grunted, his eyes squeezing shut. His mouth hung open, moaning your name while he pumped you full of his warmth. You rested your forehead on his, both of you trying to catch your breath. After a few moments, he leaned into you, his lips connecting with yours. He kissed you so tenderly that you could have cried.

"I love you, angel." He whispered, pulling back and tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

You felt a tear roll down your cheek, his finger swiping it away as you smiled. "I love you too, Sam."

"I know." He kissed your cheek and pulled you against him, squeezing you tight.

You rested your head on his shoulder as your hearts beat in unison against each other. You were one in the same. He was yours, and you were his. You sniffled, lifting your head.

"Take a bath with me?" You asked, running your hand though his hair.

He nodded, helping you off of him. He padded off to the bathroom to start the bath while you went to the kitchen, grabbing the bottle of wine and two glasses.

...

You laid against his chest in the warm, bubbly water. Soft music flowed from the small speaker on the bathroom counter as you talked and laughed with him, looking forward to snuggling up with him in bed and drifting into a dream-filled sleep.

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[scp230kinnie]

pls do music tastes for stardew valley bachelors🙏🙏

- someone you definitely don't know

Before we begin I want everyone to know I did see the requests for other fics/hcs and I’m working on them but it has been a little hard cuz of exams 😭 will have them finished as soon is I can

I love shartstew valley omg 😻😻

I definitely don’t know you or anything 😻💪

May I introduce to you all

STARDEW VALLEY BACHELORS MUSIC TASTE HEADCANONS

Characters: Alex, Elliott, Harvey, Sam, Sebastian, Shane

Warnings: cringe

Alex

Modern music

Not Harry styles or anything I think he would hate him

He probably listens to imagine dragons and rap music

He secretly listens to country music

His favorite songs are believer by imagine dragons and high hopes by panic! At the disco

He probably listens to pierce the veil secretly tbh

Emo music is his guilty pleasure

He listens to Eminem while he works out

He also probably doesn’t listen to music very often

Elliott

So obvious but classical music

Like if it has piano or violin he loves it

He also listens to opera

Like he won’t watch it but he likes hearing the voices

He has his music going when he’s writing or he’ll have it playing quietly while he does stuff in his shack

His guilty pleasure is EDM music

He swears he hates it and insists he’s a man of culture

But he does listen to EDM

Not very often tho

Harvey

I like to think he doesn’t really listen to music that often

But if he were to I think he would like smooth jazz

He has it playing quietly in his little hospital sometimes along with the elevator music that’s probably playing

He also listens to 80s rock music

Not very often tho

Usually just when combing his moustache or reading

Not really music but he also likes to listen to ocean noises

Usually only when he REALLY can’t sleep

Which isn’t very often

Sam

Rock music

Of course

He also probably listens to whatever music his own band makes

His favorite artists/bands are måneskin, Paramore, Ozzy Osbourne, and Metallica

He also listens to ABBA

His all time favorite song is dancing queen

He secretly listens to KPOP

Specifically the girl groups

But he totally fanboys over Felix from SKZ

Same

It’s not really a secret because I can guarantee Sebastian knows

He also tries singing along but he doesn’t know Korean so he just says gibberish and hopes it’s close

He also likes listening to whatever openings are from his favorite shows lol

Sebastian

My one true love

Listens to emo music duh

Jk he likes metal, rock, and nu metal

His favorite bands are being me the horizon, Pierce the veil, motionless in white, evanescence, and asking Alexandria

His favorite Song is dark passenger by motionless in white

He is not open to new music

He’s the typa guy to go “come on turn on something good instead of this trash” when you’re listening to anything that’s not within his music taste

He insists his music taste is better than everyone else’s

He doesn’t say it out loud, but when he sees someone in public wearing merch from one of the bands he likes, he really wants to ask them to name 3 songs

I still love him tbh

Late night K-POP karaoke with Sam

Shane

He listens to SoundCloud rappers

He doesn’t make any but he kinda wants to

His favorite band is Green day

His favorite song is Superman by Eminem

I feel like he would put in headphones on the way to work every morning and listen to music

Aside from that I don’t really feel like he listens to music that often

His guilty pleasure is country music

Claims it’s the worst thing he ever heard but secretly shazams any songs

Probably sits in silence with his own thoughts most of the time

Okay that’s it lmk if y’all want the bachelorettes lololol

I hope you enjoy person i definitely don’t know

#fluff #headcanons #stardew valley #alex x Reader #Elliott x reader #Harvey x reader #Sam x reader #Sebastian x reader #Shane x reader #alex fluff #Elliott fluff #Harvey fluff #Sam fluff #Sebastian fluff #Shane fluff #sdv alex #sdv Elliott #sdv Harvey #sdv Sam #sdv sebastian #sdv Shane #sdv Headcanons #sdv hcs #stardew valley headcanons #music #music Headcanons #scp230kinnie

[itsmkjones]

Imagine: Sam forcing you to go to bed

Okay. So you'd gotten a little obsessive. And, sure, that tunnel vision drive had robbed you of a real night sleep for three days straight, resulting in unplanned naps at an hour intervals at most, adding up to two whole hours. But was it really fair that your body demanded sleep when Sam and Dean habitually did the same thing? And that's how you got to day four, hallucinating every time you looked at something too bright or too dark. 

"Y/n…?" Sam called out softly after coming into the room to see you staring blankly at your hand. "You alright?"

"Huh?" You could barely pay attention to him, much less summon the mental stamina to craft a proper response.

Sam hesitated. "I asked if you were alright…"

"Uh huh."

Sam glanced back, wondering if he should call for Dean, then decided to approach you first instead. "What's going on?"

"This spot on my wrist."

"Spot?" Sam blinked in surprise when you clumsily shoved your hand in his face. He gently took it wrist. "I see it. What about it?"

"It's a spider."

Sam's brows knitted. "What?"

"All spots are spiders."

"Uh…"

"Spider. Spider. Spider." You repeated, poking the visible moles on his skin. "It goes away when you touch it. Then reappears!"

"Are you high or something?"

"Let me take off your shirt." You didn't wait for permission, sliding your hands up his hard abs. You would have enjoyed it more if your brain didn't feel encased in cotton, but as a solid to your future self, you made sure to indulge in the experience.

"Why the hell are you taking off my shirt?" Sam's voice cracked as he startled back, hands wavering in the air, unsure of what to do.

"You have the cutest mole right… here." You caressed the curve of his neck.

Sam's breath hitched and his throat worked as he struggled to reply. "You didn't need to take my shirt off to see it- Y/n!"

You opportunistically slipped under his shirt, kissing the spot. "God, I've always wanted to do that."

"Have you been drinking?" Sam jumped back when your hand dipped under his jeans. "Jesus, Y/n! What the hell?"

You blinked at him, mind blanking. 

"Y/n?" Sam stepped forward cautiously when you didn't respond. "When was the last time you slept?"

"Yesterday maybe?" You felt yourself swaying, but it didn't feel dangerous even when Sam jerked forward to keep you upright.

"For how long?"

"I don't know math." You scowled indignantly. "How dare you, Winchester? -Like twenty minutes or something."

Sam sighed. "How long has it been since the last time you really slept?"

"Um…" You closed your eyes to think and the swaying got worse. "Anyways. Take off your pants."

"What? No." Sam frowned. "Try to concentrate for a second."

"How can I supposed to do that?" You whined shamelessly. "Real Y/n wants to see the goods!"

Sam flushed and it took clearing his throat twice to find his voice. "Real Y/n?"

You nodded. "Awake Y/n. Not sleepy Y/n." You grabbed his waistband. "There's a pot going on amongst hunters about how hung you are. I'll keep it a secret if you do, but shouldn't I know since we're friends? You can't keep secrets from your friends."

"Okay. Bedtime for you." Sam threw you over his shoulder when your fingers started to graze downward.

"I'm not sleepy." You pouted. "My brain is too awake."

"I'll give you warm milk or something. Just get into the bed and stop touching me." Sam's voice was hard. 

You stopped sliding your hands over the lines of his back muscles sulkily. "You're so bossy. Isn't it your fault that you're so damn fine? Take some responsibility! Coming out of the shower with nothing, but a towel on…"

"I didn't know you were there!"

"That doesn't make me not want to lick every damn drop of water off of you." You suddenly became cheerful. "Stay hydrated everyone."

"Please stop talking." Sam swallowed hard.

"I'll show you yours, if you show me mine." You offered.

"That's not-" Sam broke off with a sigh, then pushed open your bedroom door and set you down. "Get some sleep." He sighed again when you stared at him in blank confusion. "Sleep, Y/n. Please?"

"I forgot how the bed works." 

"You forgot…" Sam covered his eyes with his hands, scrubbing his face hard. "Go lay down."

You walked backwards until your legs hit the bed, then toppled inelegantly on the mattress. Sam's face fell. Begrudgingly, he scooped you up and laid you further back on the blankets. He rolled you up tightly in an impromptu swaddle before you could do anything else.

"I'm a burrito. Eat me."

"Go to sleep, Y/n."

"But you and Dean stay up all the time." Your face crumpled with a wave of sorrow.

Sam softened. "You aren't us." 

"But you won't want me anymore."

Sam's lips thinned with an empathetic smile. "We can talk about this later."

"You've got a cute mole by your nose too."

Sam turned off the light, but didn't leave. A moment later, you felt him sit next to you. "I never had anyone try to help me fall asleep, so I'm not really sure how to help you, but… I saw this in a movie once. A mom putting down her kid…"

You relaxed instantly as his fingers brushed back your hair in long, gentle strokes. Sam smiled at your satisfied hums.

"Good night, Y/n." Sam said softly when your breathing slowed.

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[alexsoenomel]

In Whiskey Veritas (Sam Winchester x Reader fluff)

Summary: Thinking about that time she ran into an old friend. 

FIRST TIME WRITING IN 3RD PERSON!!!!!

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: none 

Word count: 1645

Note: I AM ALIVE Y’ALL!!!  Sorry for the lack of new stories, I’m currently balancing school, work and poor mental health. On top of that I’m struggling to write. This came from the heart. I don’t know how, I don’t know why but it did. Kinda happy how it turned out! 

For my Sam girl <3 @ambergoddess444

Like/ reblog or both if you like it :)

She stares at the blank document on her laptop, hoping and praying the words will come out. Pondering over the next short story and what words to use and yet she feels mute. Her mind is as blank as that document on her laptop. She has many ideas, but no words to use. Writing is her hobby, her dream job, but at that moment she feels like her brain is rejecting it.

“Fucking hell.” She whispers in frustration and slams her laptop shut.

Taking a nap sounds good to her, maybe giving herself a break from life will help.

As she’s laying on her bed, eyes shut, her mind couldn’t stop replaying the same thought over and over again – like a movie on a loop. She couldn’t stop thinking about him and that random Friday night when she decided to go to her favorite pub by herself.

****

The work was hectic that day, running from one office to another, doing shitty reports no one actually cared about, dealing with a colleague who for some odd reason decided to shoot his shot with her and then getting mad when she rejected him, because Lord forbid a woman rejecting a man – it was the whole shebang.

“Whiskey neat.” She told the waitress.

“No rocks?” – She heard a familiar man’s voice on her left. When she turned to look at him, her heart stopped and started again. She hadn’t seen him in years – after he left Stanford, he didn’t call, he didn’t text…he just vanished. The man with hazel eyes and a stunning smile, the man she desperately desired but couldn’t have since he had been in love with someone else, oh so many years ago…

“Sam?” She said, still not believing her own eyes.

“Hi, (Y/N)!” He smiled. 

God I thought I would never see that smile again. Still as beautiful as I can remember.

She immediately went for a hug and he did the same. He was much taller than her, she felt small but safe during those few seconds.

He smells good.

“What brings you here, of all places?” She asked him. New York City was a place where dreams come to live or die, with endless possibilities and opportunities and she would have never thought that her silly little dream to see Sam again would come true – and yet he was standing right in front of her.

“On a road trip with my brother.” He lied. “You?”

“Shitty corporate job and the wonderful world of publishing.” She said putting a perfect dose of sarcasm in that sentence. When she majored in creative writing, she was somewhat optimistic and hopeful she would become a published author one day – now, not so much.

“Your tone is telling me it’s not all sunshine and rainbows.” Sam noticed.

“Definitely NOT sunshine and rainbows.”

“Did you get something published?”

“Only a couple of short stories. Publishing world is ruthless, I got rejected at this point” – she took a sip of her whiskey –”I think twenty five times.”

“Damn.” Was all Sam said before he spoke again. “I’m sure someone will see your true potential. I know I did.”

He truly did. He would always encourage her to write, whenever she doubted herself, he would tell her to write and write her heart out. Sam liked her short stories, he told her they were sweet like those chocolates filled with liquor – the liquor being the surprise because in his words she was a master of plot twists.

“Yeah you were my biggest fan.” She smiled.

That random Friday night she spent reminiscing about old memories and unpacking the one box he thought he would never open again – Jessica’s death.

After Jess died he left, leaving her with questions and no answers. No goodbyes. They were good friends back in the day and he just left. It broke her heart.

“I’m sorry I just disappeared, after her death I thought I was gonna lose it.”

“I get it.” – she said, taking another sip of her drink – “I was really sad when she died. She was wonderful.”

“Yeah she was.”

After a few drinks they were both feeling the effects of alcohol – Sam’s poison of choice was beer and hers was still whiskey neat. Her mind was in haze and her tongue was trying to not confess the one thing she buried deep inside her soul. She never identified exactly what it was? Was it love? A harmless crush? Whatever it was, it  was alive and burning as strong as The Olympic Flame. Expressing her emotions verbally was never her strongest suit, but putting them on paper was. The thing was, even after putting emotions on paper she was clueless –  lack of experience with relationships was her only explanation. Since then, she had a couple of flings, relationships etc., but would never stay for too long. She would get bored of it. Jane Austen's fault. – She would tell herself every time it didn’t work out.

“You know you really helped me with my writing.” She confessed.

“I just saw what was obvious. You really have a gift.”

“The gift no one wants, apparently.” She said before ordering another glass of the liquid gold.

“Don’t say that. You have to fail a couple of times in order to succeed.”

“True. I failed in one thing, though.” – she already felt her heart beating faster – “And I never succeeded.”

“With what thing?”

“With you.” She said finally.

Sam’s adorable wrinkles on his forehead showed as he raised his eyebrows. “With me?”

“Yeah. I mean…can I tell you? I’m too drunk to bite my tongue and it has been so long–”

“Tell me (Y/N).” He cut her off.

“Yeah I kinda had a thing for you back in the day, was too shy to tell you and once you started seeing Jessica I…well…crap…I knew I lost my chance.”

Sam bit his lower lip trying to hold back a grin but failed. His little dimple made an appearance as she was engulfed in fear and anticipation. Even if it was so long ago, she was still afraid of his answer.

“What?” She asked. “Wipe that grin off your face, I'm serious. I was suffering from a broken heart syndrome for a long time!” She tried not to laugh but failed. She thought she sounded too dramatic but it was the sad truth – when she found out he found someone as wonderful as Jess it felt like a sharp knife went through her heart. It was funny now but back then she wasn’t laughing.

“I always thought you hated me !” He finally said. And that wasn’t the answer she expected.

“Me? Hated you? What made you think that?”

“I mean hated me in a friendly kind of way…”

“You mean I was roasting you?” She asked.

“Yeah that.”

“Yeah because I cannot flirt so the most logical thing to do is seem mean and be sarcastic.” She explained. “Oh Lord!”

  “Well that’s…” Sam wanted to say something but nothing came out.

“Yeah, it doesn't make sense. Tell me about it!”

Awkward silence was lingering in the air and both of them seemed to enjoy it. Sam couldn’t stop staring at her, scanning every mole, line and freckle on her face, while she was blushing and looking back at him wondering how on Earth she did manage to let him slip through her fingers. He was the right person, but back then was the wrong time. Maybe now the time was right?

She felt bold enough to swallow her shyness away and got on her tiptoes, placing a light kiss on his lips. His lips were soft and the kiss was short and sweet, like every story she had ever written about Sam. Those would never see the light of day, only the darkness of her drawers – it was for her and for her only.

Sam couldn’t say no, he couldn’t pull away – he didn’t know why but he didn’t care. Something about her woke up the need he hadn’t felt in ages, so he decided to take the rest of her oxygen away and deepen the kiss. Thank God music was loud enough to muffle the moan that escaped her mouth. Once their lips parted she chugged the rest of her drink down her throat feeling that wonderful sting running down her throat.

“Well…That was nice.” She told him. “Didn’t expect you to kiss me back.”

“Didn’t expect you to kiss me.” He smirked.

“Well, In vino veritas.” She wondered if he knew what that meant.

“In wine, there is truth.” Of course he knew. Latin was his language of choice back in college. He was scarily good at it.

“In this case whiskey, but you get my point.”

That night she didn’t come back alone after a night out to an empty apartment. That night she came back with an old friend. Friends weren’t supposed to kiss but they did. Friends weren’t supposed to rip each other’s clothes off but they did.

That night Sam showered her with kisses, that night she moaned his name over and over again.

That night she was his.

****

She opens her eyes and lets out a loud groan. Her mind is restless. It was beautiful and sensual before she remembered – it was only a one night stand and he’s gone. He left the next morning only leaving the traces of his lips on her hot skin and a phone number behind. That was over a year ago.

Still feeling like she lost the ability to write she unlocks her phone only to see a text. She always puts her phone on silent when she writes. It’s like turning off the outside world. She opens the text that was sent two hours ago.

“Hey, are you still in New York?”

She swallowed nervously before she typed: “Hey Sam! I am :).”

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[sams-sass]

Date Night

Hi there!! This is just a fun little fic about the boys taking you on a first date. You get double trouble on this one!! I hope you enjoy!!!!

Pairings: Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader

Warning: Kissing, implied smut, date night, flirting, swoon worthy Winchesters. 

Sam

Your hands fell to your sides, letting your hair tumble to its normal state, and an exasperated grunt left your mouth. You bit your lip and ran your fingers through your hair again. 

"I don't know!" You whispered to yourself. "I guess I could, like, pin the sides..." You mumbled, confusion and frustration evident in your voice.

"Hey, Y/N-" Dean said, opening your door and entering your room. 

"Dean! What the hell, man?!" You shouted, your hands flying to your body. 

"What are you doing?" Dean asked, ignoring your outburst. He looked you over, his face wrinkling in confusion. You stood in your socks, underwear, and tank top. Several dresses, still on their hangers, were piled on your neck. Makeup, hair tools, and nail polish were scattered across your desk. More clothes were thrown onto your bed. Shoes were everywhere. 

"Knock much?! Damn!" You shouted at him again, disregarding his question. You placed your hands on your hips and leaned to the side. The motion made the hangers rattle comically together on your neck. 

"Going somewhere?" Dean asked. A cocky grin crossed his face as he leaned against the door frame, his arms folding on one another. 

"Shove off, Dean. I am trying to get ready." You explained, instantly regretting your words. 

"Ready? Ready for what?" He asked, and you internally groaned. You let out a large breath and let your shoulders drop dramatically. 

"If you must know...I have a date." You said, trying to keep all emotion out of your voice. 

"A date?!" Dean's eyebrows shot up, his eyes growing wide. "A date with who?" 

"Sam." You mumble whispered, your lips barely parting. 

"What?" Dean asked, his head leaning forward as his brow furrowed. 

"Sam." You said slightly louder but not any more clear. 

"Y/N." You watched as Dean's face moved from confusion to "I'm done with this." 

"Oh my god, alright! Sam! Ok! Sam! Your brother and I are going on a date."  You exclaimed, your hands flying around. 

"Wha-" Dean started, his face dropping in disbelief. A small laugh left his mouth. 

"You and Sam? Sam and you? You two? Together?" He rambled, his index finger pointing between you and the air beside you. 

"Get out! I have to decide what to wear." You returned to the pile of clothes on your bed and began rummaging through everything again. 

"Can I help?" Dean practically jumped in excitement. He quickly walked over to you, looking at the clothes next to you. 

"What? Ew! No! Go away!" You shoved him playfully, a giggle falling from your lips despite your best effort. Dean leaned back, swatting your hands away. You landed another punch to his arm, and Dean held up his hands in mock surrender. A low chuckle rumbled through his chest. 

"Aw, come on, Y/N/N!!" He groaned, using your nickname against you. 

"Fine." You snapped. You picked out your two favorite outfits and lay them next to each other. You turned to face him, tilting your head to the side. 

"Which one will make your baby brother want to make me scream his name in pleasure until the early morning hours?" You asked, a confident smirk settling on your lips. Dean's smile dropped, his face going pale. His nostrils flared, and his features pulled into those of disgust. 

"Oh, what the hell? I thought we were having fun. And then you gotta go and ruin my whole year like that? I don't think I will ever recover from this. I am grossed out." He closed his eyes and shook his head. 

"So...the red one?" You asked, trying to control your laughter. Dean looked at you, his face stern and impassive. His eyes held yours for a beat. 

"Yeah. The red one." He mumbled before turning to leave your room. 

"Thank you!" You called—an arrogant cheer in your voice. 

"I need a drink," Dean said before closing your door behind him. 

You pulled the stack of hangers off your neck and turned to grab the red silk top and black jeans. It was simple, but it gave you confidence which you desperately needed right now. The silk fell over your body, landing at the waistband of your jeans. The shirt wasn't tight-fitting, but it wasn't loose, either. It hugged your body in all the right places and allowed for some wiggle room when needed. Spaghetti straps led to an open back that stopped right at the curve of your spine. You smoothed your hands over the fabric and bit your lip. Nerves wrecked your entire body. You could play it cocky with Dean, but the truth was- you were absolutely terrified. 

You couldn't believe this was happening. A date. With Sam. You closed your eyes and thought of all the missed moments. All the stolen glances that seemed to go on for hours. All the almost touches. All the yearning and aching in the dark hours, hands fisting the cold sheets next to you. You were finally living the night you had planned in your head so many times. Tonight was the first time you could allow yourself to fall into all things Sam. 

A smile grew on your lips just thinking about that fateful conversation. 

Last night

You sat curled over a book in the library. You were so focused on reading that you didn't hear Sam's footsteps in the room. 

"Hey." He greeted you softly so as not to startle you. You lifted your head, your eyes finding his. 

"Hey." You replied back. 

"What are you reading?" He asked, sitting down across from you. 

"Myths about the sky, constellations, and stars." You read from the front cover. 

"Oh! I recently read that. Very interesting." He said, crossing his arms on the table. 

"It is! I didn't know there were so many myths and stories about the stars from all over the world." You closed the book to give Sam your undivided attention. 

"Yeah, I didn't either." Sam suddenly looked nervous. He scratched the back of his neck, looking over his shoulder for something. 

"Hey, um. How far are you in the book?" He asked, turning back to look at you. 

"Not far at all, I just started. Why?" You tilted your head in question. 

"I thought...Since I have already read it, I could teach you. I could teach you what I know." Sam stumbled over his words. 

"Teach me?" You asked. Your eyebrows came together on your forehead. 

"Yeah... there's a telescope, and I could show you the stars and tell you their myths." Sam tried to explain himself. 

"Oh. That might be fun, yeah." You said, feeling your face relax in understanding. 

"Ok, so tomorrow night. You, me, and the stars. It's a date." Sam said, standing up. Your eyes grew wide. 

"Ok!" You agreed, not allowing yourself to get hopeful and expecting. Sam smiled at you before walking away. He made it about five steps before he turned around. 

"I don't think I made myself clear," Sam said. His voice sounded authoritative and raw. His pointer finger came up to emphasize his words. 

"Oh." You said, feeling your heart drop into your stomach. He returned to you, placing one hand on the table and the other on your cheek. Your body froze, and your mind stopped. 

"Y/N," Sam said, his voice making you look him in the eye. "Will you go on a date with me?" He asked. He was so close. Hazel eyes stared into yours. His dimples were in full effect. How does one breathe again?

"I would love to." You whispered. 

Now

You couldn't stop the feelings parading through you as you did your makeup and hair how you liked. This was heavy. In a hunter's life, it wasn't just knowing that the other person felt the same. It was the all-encompassing and cumbersome knowledge that, at any moment, the world around you may crumble. Death and pain searched for you. Icy and cold shadows constantly filled your soul with dread. What if they were ripped away from you? What if you let yourself go there? Feel those feelings that you had gotten too good at repressing. What would happen if you lost them? What would become of you if the one person you did all this for was no longer there? 

You paused. Closing your eyes and letting yourself have one more "what if?" What if it all worked out? What if you could have both? A hunter's life and the warm and safe arms of a lover? What would happen if you actually got what you wanted?

You stood and made your way into the library, knowing that's where you would find him. You inhaled and exhaled one full breath before rounding the corner. He stood with his back to you. He wore a red and black flannel with black jeans. His hair looked freshly combed, and you could already smell his aftershave. 

"Hey, Sam." You said softly. 

Sam turned and saw you waiting for him. A red silk top lay across your torso. Black jeans accentuated the curves of your body. You stood with one arm crossed over your middle, your hand wrapped around the opposite forearm. You pinned some of your hair back and graced your face with makeup. But Sam noticed something else. He couldn't look away from the nervous yet excited glow in your eyes. His lips parted, everything he had ever known leaving his mind for a fleeting second of blissful oblivion. 

"Y/N." Your name was the only thing his mind brought to conscious thought. 

At the sound of his husky and weighted voice romanticizing your name, a lovestruck grin blessed your lips. He crossed the room, stopping a few inches in front of you. He took your chin between his index finger and thumb, lifting your face to his. 

"You look beautiful." He whispered for only you to hear. You beamed at him, his thumb moving to run along your jaw. 

"Thank you." You said, swallowing thickly. You lowered your eyes to look at him. A small giggle left your mouth. 

"We match." You said with a breathy laugh. Sam's brow furrowed, his head lowering to look both of you over. His face then fell into an amused chuckle. 

"Red and black. I guess we think alike." He smiled at you. 

"No higher compliment than to think like you, Sam." You said back. Sam smiled, looking away sheepishly. 

"Ready to look at some stars?" He asked. 

"Yeah." You answered with an excited nod. 

Sam took your hand within his and led you outside. The air was soft and calm against your exposed arms. The evening breeze still held onto the last of the day's heat. Its melody played off your and Sam's bodies. Sam's skin warmed you. His large and powerful hand encased yours with tender and gentle care.

"Where are we going?" You asked, leaning against his shoulder. 

"I have a little place set up," Sam said, pointing down the path. "It isn't much farther." 

You walked a little more, listening to the crickets and the sounds of the night. Finally, you arrived at your destination. The path opened to a small field. The wild and swaying grass was framed with trees and bushes. The moon was brilliant. Full and glowing. Its iridescent and ivory splendor bathed everything in its milky radiance. There was no cloud to be seen, the sky an endless black cloak. The stars looked like glitter, hand tossed into the atmosphere by the gods. A creek tumbled playfully over stones and sticks. The water reflected the moonlight back to itself. The world seemed to have created this just for you and Sam. 

"Oh my god, Sam." You said. Your voice was breathy and light as you turned to look at him. "This is amazing." 

"I thought of you as soon as I saw it." He looked into your eyes as he spoke. "I want to share this with you, Y/N. You are the only person I want to be here with." 

"I want to share this with you too, Sam." You agreed, feeling your heart flutter. 

He took your hand again and walked you over to the middle of the field. A blanket lay in the grass, a telescope propped directly in the middle. The book you had been reading sat with colored Post-it notes sticking out from its pages. A few candles decorated one corner of the blanket; their flames danced in the light wind. Settled on the other side of the telescope was your favorite snack and drink, which you didn't think you had ever explicitly told him. 

"Sam..." You started, looking at the attention to detail he minded for your date together. "You did all this for me?" 

"I told you." He said, looking over at you. "There is no one I would rather be here with." Your eyes found his. You watched as his eyes dropped to your lips, a soft breath leaving him. For a moment, you thought he was going to kiss you. But then, ever in control, Sam smiled at you and turned to pick up the book. 

"Shall we?" He asked, his long fingers turning the pages. 

"We shall." You nodded, walking to stand next to him. Sam stood before the telescope, bending down to peer into it before signaling for you to look. 

"Ok." Sam started. "You are looking at what we call 'the big dipper.' This cluster of stars has different stories all over the world. Almost every culture has lore created about these stars. My personal favorite is from Greek Mythology. Like some of the other cultures, the Greeks saw a bear with a smaller bear beside it. Well, legend has it that the King of Arcadia had a beautiful daughter name Callisto. Zeus spotted her mingling with Artemis and knew he simply had to have her. So, he seduced her and made her one of his many lovers. He tried to keep the affair secret from his wife, Hera, but after Callisto gave birth to Zeuse's son, Hera learned their secret. As punishment, Hera turned Callisto into a bear and banished her to wander the wild woods alone and frightened forever. As time passed, Zeus and Callisto's son, Arcas, grew into a strong and wise hunter. One day he was wandering the woods when he stumbled upon a bear. This bear did not look like the rest; Arcas was confused and scared. His mother, in bear form, recognized her son and began to try to speak to him. Arcas saw the bear grunting and coming toward him. So he raised his spear in self-defense. Zeus intervened, not wanting his son to kill his mother. He changed Arcas into a bear as well so they could live together forever. As a kind of "screw you" to Hera and to protect them from harm, he placed them together among the stars. However, Hera got the last word. She forbade them from ever resting below the earth. And that is why you can never see them set below the horizon like the other constellations." Sam explained the story, his voice even and calm. You straightened your back and turned to face him. You thought he would be reading from the book, but his face was turned toward the sky. He had memorized this. 

"I like that story." You said, giving him a soft smile. 

"Me too." Sam agreed, his kind eyes settling on you. 

"Here, this is one of my favorites," Sam said. His eyes turned to the book as his long index finger flipped to a page with a pink Post-it note. He then grabbed the telescope and pointed it where it needed to go. You peered through at a massive collection of stars. Lines and connections could be drawn within them to make several shapes. A soft breath left your mouth at its beauty. 

"Ok, this one is kind of long." Sam started, clearing his throat. "This is a cluster of constellations depicting one story. The love story of Perseus and Andromeda. Andromeda was the child of King Cepheus and Queen Cassiopeia. The Queen was very vein and often boasted that her daughter was more beautiful than the sea nymphs. This angered Posiden, so he retaliated by sending a sea beast to their shores. Many tried to conquer the beast, but all failed. Desperate for answers, the King consulted an oracle who suggested he sacrifice his daughter. King Cepheus and Queen Cassiopeia accepted this fate and sadly put Andromeda in shackles and left her for the beast. Luckily, Perseus was flying by on Pegasus, fresh from killing Medusa. He instantly fell in love with the beautiful and kind Andromeda. He struck a deal with the King and Queen; he would kill the beast if they would allow him their daughter's hand in marriage. They agreed, and Perseus confronted the beast. There is some speculation in the lore, but I prefer the legend that he used the head of Medusa to turn the beast into stone. The remains of which can still be seen off the coast today. The King and Queen kept their word and allowed Perseus to marry their daughter. They married and ventured out to explore Greece together. Perseus is thought to be the ancestor of the Persians. He founded Mycenae, where he made Andromeda his Queen. Perseus and Andromeda had nine children: seven sons and two daughters. Athena promised Andromeda to place her in the sky after her death. And she did. She is placed next to the constellation of Perseus. Making their love truly immortal. Their story is forever written in the stars." Sam was once again looking toward the sky. His face was pensive and soft as he stared into the vast sky before him. 

"I like listening to you." You said, your body melting. 

"I could keep going," Sam said, facing you. 

"How many more you got?" You asked, looking down at the book between his hands. 

"However many more you want. Whatever you ask." He said.

"Tell me a story, Sam." You said, your words were breathy. 

Sam smiled and told you all the epics and myths of the sky. Your mind swirled from the fables and Sam's poetic and lyrical voice illustrating the stories of gods. Of monsters. Of good and evil. Of everlasting love forever illuminated in the sky. Every question you pondered, Sam riddled with you. His knowledge and memory of the legends he guided you through gave you a glimpse of his brilliant mind. His words were profound, with intricacies and endless analysis. You listened to him wax and wane the prophecies set forth by those before you. Heroic battles with swords, shields, and bloodshed. Tears forever imprinted into the stars to heed the warning of history repeating itself. Sam told you tales of chariots and fire burning the milky way into the sky. And of weeping women forced to rotate the earth, watching their mortal lovers below. The stars of Obrian and the seven sisters he loved. 

The tension built between you as Sam grabbed your hand to point directly at a specific star. His body standing behind yours. The buttons on his flannel tickled your bare back, causing a tingle to trace down your spine. You turned and placed your hands on his chest. Silently asking him to not let go. His hands ran down your arms, wrapping around your waist and pulling you close. You took his face between your palms, allowing your fingers to twist into his hair. Swallowing, you tried to calm your heart. 

"I'm scared." You confessed, looking down at the ground. Sam took your chin between his thumb and forefinger, pulling your face to look at his. 

"I am, too," Sam whispered; the raw fragility in his words sent a shiver down your spine. "But I realized that I may be scared of the unknowns, but I am utterly terrified of living the rest of my life without you." 

"Sam..." You breathed. 

"Y/N..." He said back, his voice sounded thick and deep. Your heart sank into your stomach, and if Sam wasn't holding you up, you thought you might fall over. You took in a shuttering breath and bit down on your lip. Could it be? Finding everything you ever wanted under the starry sky? He placed his forehead against yours and bent slightly at the knees. Your mouth opened to his before his lips made contact. He kissed you with the familiarity of a loved blanket and still all the excitement of a newly blossoming flower in springtime. He listened to every breath and gasp that fell from your lungs. His mind committed them to memory as his body followed your every wordless instruction. You fell into him. Finally, closing the door to all your anxieties and fears and letting yourself be consumed by Sam. Just Sam. 

You knew then that your fates were sealed. Under the endless sky of lovers' tales, your burning and aching souls finally wed. 

You didn't realize how long you were with Sam until the sky blushed gold and the stars settled into their slumber. The sun rose over the trees, warming the lands in its gleaming light. As dawn fell over the earth, your heart also basked in the promise of a new day. 

Dean

You held your gun up to your chest, controlling your breathing as best as possible. There was a painful burn in your legs from crouching for so long. Dean was kneeling beside you; his hot breath fanned your neck in the small space. He smelt like whiskey and leather, not helping the sweat already coating your skin.

"I'll go left. You go right." You said, turning your face slightly towards his. He was so close. His angular nose practically touching yours. You swallowed and looked away, waiting for him to answer.

"Ok." He agreed. You went to stand when you felt his hand wrap around your bicep, pulling you toward him.

"Wait!" He said almost too loudly. "If we make it out of here...do you want to, like...do something?" He asked suddenly.

"...what?" You narrowed your eyes at him.

"Ya know...like...i-i-if were good. Do you want to, like...hang?" He tried to clarify himself.

"Hang?" You repeated him. "Dean, we hang out all the time." You furrowed your brow.

"Yes. But I mean just you and me. Together. Do you want to do something together?" He asked. The wheels in your brain stopped turning as you put the pieces together. Oh...

"Dean. Are you seriously asking me out in the middle of a vamp nest?" You were both stunned and annoyed. Dean looked at you, his face neutral and nervous at the same time.

"Yes." He said flatly. You stared at him with an open mouth for a moment.

"Ok...yeah...sure...can you please just kill the vampires?" You asked like a mom negotiating with a child.

"Yes," Dean said again, this time with his usual cocky tone. You held your tongue between your teeth and let out an annoyed breath.

"Good." You said before charging out of your hiding spot.

You don't think you had ever been that efficient. As you left the decaying barn, your machete dripped blood onto the wood floor beneath you. Your chest heaved with heavy breaths. You dramatically wiped the blood off your cheek with your forearm. Sam stood outside, fighting the vamps that had managed to escape. His jacket swung with him as he took on four at a time. You shuffled over and stood beside him, your mind fuzzy and distant.

"He asked me out." You said.

"What the hell are you doing?" Sam asked through exhausting breaths. "Help me!"

"Dean asked me out." You said louder. Sam looked genuinely surprised momentarily before his eyes grew wide, and fear crossed his face.

"Duck!" He practically screamed. It was probably your hunter instincts kicking in, but you ducked down just in time for Sam to behead the vamp running right toward you.

"Y/N. I do not have time for this." Sam said, his voice annoyed and short. You turned towards him to tell him to make the time when a vamp lunged at him.

"Holy!" You screamed, your mind and body finally connecting. Your machete swung with precision, taking the head clean off.

"Thanks." He said with a smile.

"You too." You laughed.

"Ok. You have my full attention." Sam said, grabbing you by the shoulders.

"I'm going on a date with Dean." You said, your face breaking into an enamored grin as you slowly realized yourself. A lopsided smirk settled over Sam's lips.

"I'm happy for you." He said sincerely, and you let out a girlish giggle.

You turned left and right in the shitty mirror at the motel. Your face scrunching in apprehension and uncertainty. You had gone shopping, finally allowing yourself some clothes you liked, not just clothes that were easy for killing monsters and riding in a car for days. You smoothed your hands over the creamy corset top you had chosen. Blue flowers decorated the bodice while silk trim outlined your breasts. You spun around again, ensuring nothing was on your jeans, and breathed nervously. You slipped your feet into black combat boots with zippers and buckles that rattled when you walked.

As you styled your hair and makeup, you let your mind wander to Dean. When you first met the boys, there was an attraction to Dean instantly. He was gorgeous. Perfectly angeled and sharp features softened by a smattering of unpredictable freckles. Large eyes that were earthy in color, like moss or sage. How they always found you in the rearview mirror. His hardened expression relaxed at the sight of you. It was a constant burden to not stare back at him. To let your eyes drift from him down to his soft and plump lips. You would sometimes find yourself practically tasting the alcohol left between them as he took a swig from the bottle. Your mind strolled through daydreams about his mouth. Perfectly straight and white teeth, biting down on his bottom lip. His pink tongue tasting you. Letting himself feel all the things he pushed down for one moment of pure fervor and passion.

Yes, you were obviously physically attracted to Dean...and after many nights of Jack Daniels and beer, you might have even told him so once or twice. But it had grown into so much more. There was a softness to Dean that he often tried to deny. His presumptuous and confident outer shell made it easy for you to laugh and joke with him. But his affectionate and sensitive inner core is what caused your heart to stutter.

As you checked yourself one last time, there was a knock on the door. You took a big breath into your lungs and relaxed your shoulders. Now or never. You opened the door and immediately made eye contact with him. Dean's face fell into that of a love-struck teenager. His eyes were wide and alert as his lips parted. His sharp features eased, his entire body open and vulnerable to you.

"Y/N...I..." His husky voice breathed your name. He took a step toward you, cupping your cheek with his palm. "You look beautiful." He said slightly louder.  

"You clean up good, Winchester." You flirted. You weren't lying. Dean looked utterly delicious in his black button-down and the light jeans.

"Come on," Dean said with a tilt of his head. He grabbed your hand into his and pulled you into the parking lot. The two of you entered the Impala, and Dean began driving into town.

"Where are we going?" You asked, turning your body to face his.

"I'm not telling," Dean said with bravado.

"Ok...I'm excited." You answered.

About ten minutes later, Dean pulled into a western-themed Mini Golf center. You turned and smiled at him.

"I'm gonna kick your ass." You said with an arrogant laugh.

"In your dreams. Prepare to be demolished." Dean shot back, already getting out of the car. You turned to grab your purse when the passenger door opened. Dean stood with his hand stretched out. You slid your fingers across his and let him pull you out of the car.

You got your clubs and balls and walked over to the first hole. Dean went first, his ball barely making it over the slight hump in the grass. You laughed and set your ball down on the marker. You wiggled your hips slightly, getting your feet right.

"Don't do that to me," Dean said from behind you. You looked at him over your shoulder, giving him your most innocent face.

"I couldn't possibly know what you mean." You said, batting your eyelashes and running the tip of your tongue over your teeth. Dean pulled his bottom lip into his mouth, letting his teeth run over it before it bounced back into place.

"Just hit the ball." He said low and heavy.

"With pleasure." You responded.

You played more holes, and with each passing one, you felt more and more relaxed. You were so comfortable around Dean. You could say anything to him, joking or not. He was your best friend and your partner. The two of you laughed loud. You almost cried when Dean shot all his balls into the small creek on the fourth hole. He couldn't stop the laugh that erupted out of him when your ball hit the windmill blade, sending it straight back to you. Dean got playfully angry when you made three consecutive shots, and he made none. And after it had taken you about six tries to get one ball in, you jumped into his arms, laughing when you finally got it.

You laid down the weight of the world for a moment and enjoyed each other. The evening air kissed your lingering stares and playful touches. You and Dean found an easy rhythm as the sun descended below the horizon. The picturesque sky burned with intense oranges and soft pinks. The shadows of the low light cast Dean in an even more dramatic and contoured hue. The breeze was delicate and silken as it danced over your uncovered skin. You shivered slightly as you placed your ball onto the mark and lined up your club.

"What kind of stance is that?" Dean asked.

"Same one I have had this entire time." You said.

"No wonder you are losing. That looks wrong." He assessed, tilting his head and body to look you over.

"I'm sorry, Tiger Woods. Please forgive me." You joked. Before you could take a breath, Dean stood behind you. He slid his hands down your arms, covering your hands with his. His body pressed into you, so close that his chin touched your shoulder when he began to talk.

"Relax." He whispered. You breathed and let go of the tension keeping you stiff. You felt your body melt into his. He stood firm as you leaned against him. Dean took a breath into his lungs, his exhale tickling your back.

"Does that feel better?" He asked, leaning even more forward to look at your face. You raised your eyes to his, holding them before you spoke.

"It's perfect." You whispered.

"I agree," Dean answered, his gaze flicking between your mouth and eyes. A calm wind blew past you, your body shaking from the cool air.

"Are you cold?" Dean asked. You simply nodded your head.

"They have an indoor thing, I think; let's go." He released you from his tight grip. He took your club into his hand and wrapped his opposite arm around your shoulders, leading you toward the building. You snuggled into him, taking in his musky and manly scent.

Inside was a saloon-style bar for adults and some stuff for kids in the back. You and Dean sat at the bar, looking at all the decor, trying to inspire an old-west vibe. You each ordered a drink and turned to face one another on your stools. Over Dean's shoulder, you saw a photography set up complete with costumes and backdrops.

"I have an idea." You said with a wicked grin. You grabbed his hand and practically yanked him off the stool and through the bar. Dean looked up and immediately shot you a bitch face.

"No." He said.

"Yes." Was all you replied.

Dean put the outfit over himself, wrinkling his nose at the scratchy fabric. He returned to the bar and gave the photographer a shrug before placing his beer on the counter. He rested his elbow on the bar and waited for you. About five minutes later, you came back into the room. You wore a black lace corset that hugged your frame perfectly. Billowing black and burgundy skirts flowed out from your hips. The right side was hiked up and tucked into your waist, showing off black tights and heels. Layers of pearls hung from your neck, swaying as you moved. Your hair had been pinned, a burgundy feather sticking out from behind your ear. The strap of your left shoulder fell as you walked over to Dean. His mind went blank. The world fell away until all that was left was you. He lost his balance, his elbow falling off the bar, sending him stumbling forward. His hands wrapped around your waist to steady himself. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, looking up at him with large eyes.

"You know this is like really hitting all my fantasies right now?" Dean said, his voice dense and syrupy.

"Oddly enough, it's stirring some up for me." You replied, giving Dean a not-so-subtle once over.

"Alright! Let's get these pictures taken!" The photographer sounded cheesy and overexcited. You chose the backdrop you wanted and stood in front of the screen. There were props you could choose from. You and Dean both decided on a gun. You suddenly felt uncomfortable and self-conscious. How were you supposed to pose? This all felt weird.

"Don't worry. We can work through some poses together." The photographer said as if on cue.

"Ok, let's start with you in the chair." He pointed to Dean. "And you behind him." He told you. You and Dean took your assigned spots.

"Good! Now place your hand on his shoulder and your other hand with the gun on your hip." You did as he instructed. "Perfect!" He took a few snaps.

"Ok, now, good sir. If you don't mind turning fully to the side. And let's have our beautiful lady stand in between your legs." You bit your lip as you positioned yourself between Dean's muscular thighs.

"Wrap your arm around her and hook your thumb into her garter there." He said. Dean's thick fingers wrapped around your thigh, his thumb sliding into the garter. You took in a shuttering breath, trying to hide your arousal. The photographer took a few more shots before coming out from behind the camera again.

"Ok, now sit on his lap." He said. You stepped out of the way and allowed Dean to move into position on the chair. He then motioned for you to sit, kindness and a hint of amusement in his eyes. You sat down on him, crossing your legs and leaning into his chest. Your skirt opened up, showing off most of your legs. Dean cleared his throat but remained still. He once again touched your leg, smoothing his palm down from your knee to grasp your ankle.

"You doing ok?" Dean whispered.

"Yeah, this is fun." You said with a slight giggle. Dean smiled at you, tilting his head back slightly.

"You guys look amazing together!" The photographer exclaimed as he took more pictures.

"Finally..." He said, raising his finger to his chin in thought. "Stand up." He decided. You stood first, letting your skirts fall back over your body. Dean moved the chair out of the way and waited for his next direction.

"Ok, stand facing each other. Now you turn slightly." He said to Dean, turning him by the shoulders so he was facing more forward than you.

"And you grab him by the jacket." You held Dean's jacket with both hands, the gun resting against him.

"Perfect! Now, lift your leg to his waist." You once again lifted your leg, feeling your skirt open to expose all the way to the curve of your ass.

"And grab her leg and hold her steady." The photographer instructed Dean. Dean looked at you and gave you a tight smile as if he was holding back laughter. He wrapped one arm around your waist, pulling you tighter against him. His other hand lay against the top of your thigh, the gun pressing into your skin.

"This is nice." You joked.

"Ya know. I was just thinking about how we should do this more often." Dean amused back.

"And look here!" The photographer called, taking the last of the photos.

Once you and Dean changed back into your regular clothes, you looked over the pictures. You had to admit, they looked pretty cool. The sepia tone hid imperfections well, highlighting your makeup and dark clothing. Dean looked ridiculously handsome, as always, his strong looks accentuated by the shadows and contrasts.

"I like these two," Dean said, pointing to the one of you on his lap and the one of him holding you against him.

"Of course you do." You laughed. "I like those too." You agreed. Dean paid for a large print of both of you standing and got a photo strip of your four poses. You were surprised he actually bought it. You thought he would want to forget you made him do this as soon as possible.

"I can't believe you bought it." You expressed your thoughts as you walked back to the car.

"Of course! I gotta have some reminder of the first date with my girl." Dean said in a joking tone. You stood in front of the car, not wanting to get in and end the night. You smiled and stepped toward him, looking up at him with your eyes.

"What do you want to do now?" You asked, your voice breathy and low. Dean cupped your cheeks, his thumbs pushing your jaw to tilt your face toward his.

"I'm gonna kiss you now," Dean said, almost as if he was telling himself and you.

"Finally." You breathed.

He kissed you like how the waves kiss the sand. Consistent and all-encompassing. His soft and full lips moved over yours with passion and adoration. His fingers twisted into your hair at the nape of your neck, melting you further into him. He backed you up against the Impala, your back leaning on the cold metal. One hand slid down your body, slipping under the hem of your shirt. His gentle fingers caressed your stomach and ribcage. His index finger sunk below the waistband of your jeans. You broke the kiss.

"I really want you to keep going, but there are kids here." You said, looking around at the selection of minivans in the parking lot. Dean leaned his forehead against yours and closed his eyes. He nodded, moving your head with the motion.

"Ok, yeah." He finally said. The beginning of the drive was quiet and slightly awkward. Neither of you knew what to say after that. You pulled your leg onto the seat, and Dean instantly slid his hand down your thigh. He grabbed a fistful of the jean-covered flesh of your inner thigh and yanked you toward him. You let out a surprised squeak but quickly settled next to him. You lay your head on his shoulder and relax into the silence.

Dean walked you to your motel room. You turned to face him, holding his eyes with yours.

"I had a really great time tonight, Dean. Thank you for everything." You said sincerely.

"Does our night have to end?" Dean asked, taking a step toward you.

"No." You could barely get the word out before Dean was on you again. His mouth overtaking and tasting every part of yours. Your back was pressed against the wood door. Dean lifted you to him, wrapping your legs around his waist. Somehow, you got into your motel room, Dean stumbling in with you in his arms.

The two of you connected in ways you never thought possible. The world was deep in slumber as you explored every inch of each other's bodies. The cocky and self-assured personality he used as a shield fell away, and all that was left was Dean. Raw and real. Achingly beautiful. You silently pledged yourselves to each other under the crescent moon. No one understood you better. No one loved you better. No one. It was Dean. It was always Dean.

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[mrswhozeewhatsis]

Sam's Last Straw

A/N: This was supposed to be a ficlet or just a little something about what I would write if I actually wrote something, but instead, I actually wrote something! Prompt provided by @wingedcatninja.

Prompt: Dean x Reader, hurt/comfort

Summary: Dean and the Reader are BOTH hurt on a hunt and Sam has to take care of them. They get... needy.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Nothing. It's just so freaking fluffy.

Word count: 2322 words

After much squabbling (Dean was hurt worse, but you kind of had to pee), Sam carried you to the bathroom, then helped Dean get settled in his room, then carried you from the bathroom to your bedroom. He left you with an apology and a set of guilty puppy eyes, then raced off to find supplies.

You got changed into comfy clothes all by yourself, thank…Pete, maybe? Can’t thank God anymore, so might as well thank a random dude named Pete. It was about as effective. Anyway, a severely sprained ankle and bruised/possibly cracked ribs made things difficult, but not impossible. Mostly. You’d gotten off easy. Dean had broken his leg. Luckily, it was just a hairline fracture that would heal in a few weeks, but he was non-weight-bearing for a while. As were you. And the little clinic you’d visited for the x-rays was all out of crutches. Hence Sam running around like a one-armed paperhanger to help you both.

Sam appeared in your doorway, slightly out of breath and still with the guilty puppy eyes. “I could have sworn we had two sets of crutches in the infirmary, but I can only find one. There’s not even a cane or a walker or anything, so I went online and ordered us a bunch. They’ll be at the post office in a couple of days. Until then, I’ll keep helping you two and you can share the one pair, right?”

“Sam,” you replied with a sigh, “With the ribs, I can barely sit up straight without pain, so I think hanging out in bed is going to suit me just fine. Let Dean keep the crutches and I’ll just use my desk chair or something if I really need to get around.” You shrugged as your mind started to put together a makeshift walker with your chair and a towel or something so it would slide on the bunker’s cement floors.

“Although that sounds like a neat idea, I insist on you just relaxing, okay? Stay in bed, and just call me if you need anything. It’s my fault you’re hurt, anyway. I will bring you food and whatever you want until the crutches and stuff get here. Okay?”

Gosh, he looked so sad and guilty. “Sam, it’s not your fault I got hurt! The plan went sideways, that’s all! The plan always goes sideways, and it’s no biggie! You don’t have to wait on me hand and foot as an apology because there’s no apology necessary.”

“I insist!” he argued. “Really, I want to!”

You rolled your eyes and sighed. “Fine. Whatever you want. But honestly, just bring me some food every so often and I’ll be okay, okay?”

“Okay.” Sam grinned.

“But Sam—”

“Yeah?”

“Could you go to Walmart and pick up some things?” You pulled out your phone and texted him a short list. Back scratcher or something for under-cast itches, a couple of different pies, those little frozen mini pizzas Dean loved, and slide-on slippers to wear until he could get his boots on, again. “I don’t really need anything, but Dean’s gonna need some things with that cast he’s got.”

“Just for Dean?” Sam bit his lips to stop from smirking and you rolled your eyes.

“It doesn’t mean anything, Sam! In fact, don’t even tell him it was my idea.” You crossed your arms over your chest and dared him to argue with you, hiding the fear that Sam would spill the beans about your crush. Your face heated without your permission, though, giving you away.

“Yeah, yeah, doesn’t mean a thing,” Sam teased as he shut the door behind him.

Across the hall, a similar scene played out with Dean.

“Hey, Dean, I’m heading to Walmart to pick up some things. Want anything?”

Dean shifted and picked up his phone. “Yeah. Well, I don’t really need anything, but I bet Y/N does. She’s going to want to soak in the bathtub with some Epsom salts for those ribs, and she’ll want some arnica for bruising, which we’re all out of. And get her some cute fuzzy slippers to wear until she can fit her shoes on, again, or her feet will get cold on the cement floors.” Dean tapped away on his phone. “Here, I’m texting you a list.”

“Slippers?” Sam teased. “And nothing for you, huh?”

Dean looked up from his phone and glared at his brother. “I know you think it means something but it doesn’t mean anything! In fact, don’t even tell her it was my idea! Take the credit for yourself and earn her forgiveness since she got hurt saving your ass,” Dean groused.

A grimace replaced Sam’s grin. He really did feel bad about you having been where he was supposed to be and you then getting hurt. “She’s already forgiven me, and I’ve already promised to take care of her until she’s mobile again to make up for her getting hurt. I don’t need to take credit for your ideas. Why don’t you keep your credit and just tell her how you feel?”

“There are no feelings, Sam, so just take the list, get the stuff, and do whatever you need to do to help her feel better. Maybe you could watch rom coms and braid each other’s hair?”

Sam bit his lips for the second time that hour to keep a smirk from forming. “Alright, man. Whatever you say. I’m off to Walmart.”

A couple of hours later, Sam returned and dropped off the non-perishable goodies for each of them, taking credit –as requested— for picking everything out. Both Dean and Y/N were happily surprised by his thoughtfulness, and he left the dorm hallway shaking his head about the both of them.

When dinnertime came around, Sam dutifully made up a tray full of mini pizzas and pie for his brother and headed to his room. Dean was happily surprised and grinned from ear to ear.

“I was sure you were going to take advantage and make me eat rabbit food while I was down! Thanks, Sammy!”

“You’re welcome, Dean. But no, I’m saving the healthy food for tomorrow. You’ve had a rough day today,” he said as he cleaned up some trash leftover from the Walmart run. “I’m gonna go get food for Y/N. Need anything else before I go?”

“Did you get her those microwavable lasagnas she likes? And the ice cream?”

Sam sighed a sigh of the eternally put-upon. “Yes, I got the lasagnas and the ice cream.”

“Good,” Dean replied. “Go feed her. She needs sustenance to heal, Sammy!”

Sam waved an arm and walked back to the kitchen. As he entered, both his phone and the microwave dinged at the same time.

From Dean: After she’s done eating, rub her shoulders! She carries all her tension in her shoulders, and that’s going to make her ribs hurt even worse. When we watch movies, I rub the knots out and it always makes her feel better!

Sam looked to the heavens for help before remembering that was pointless. He texted a quick acknowledgment to Dean before setting up the tray of food for Y/N and heading to her room.

“Oh, this is perfect!” she said, her eyes big as she saw the feast in front of her.

“And there’s ice cream in the freezer for dessert, too.”

“Really? That’s awesome! Thank you!” As she dug into her meal, she stopped him from leaving. “Wait, Sam! Did you have any trouble getting the stuff for Dean?”

“Nope. He loves the back scratcher I found, by the way. It’s slim enough to fit inside the cast. And right now, he’s eating a couple of those mini pizzas and some pie.”

You smiled knowing that you had done something to make Dean feel better. “That’s great.” You paused, not sure how to bring up your next request. “You know, I was reading on my phone about different things you can do to help encourage healing from a broken leg, and one of the things mentioned was reflexology.”

Sam grimaced. “Reflexology? Isn’t that basically rubbing someone’s feet?”

You nodded. “Yeah! It’s supposed to help with blood flow, which helps with healing.” You brought out your phone and tapped until a drawing of a foot took over the screen. “If you focus on this area here on both feet, it’s supposed to help with leg issues.”

“Wait,” Sam said with a hand raised and his head tilted, “are you asking me to give my brother a foot rub?”

“Umm, yeah?” you responded with a hesitant smile and an attempt at puppy eyes you couldn’t be sure would work. “Please?”

Sam stared at you for far longer than was comfortable, then rolled his eyes and threw his hands up in the air. “Fine! I’ll do it! I’ll go rub his feet and clean up after his dinner, and then I’ll be back to rub your shoulders and clean up after your dinner, but after that, you both are on your own for the night!”

You grinned and clapped quietly. “Thank you thank you thank you!!!”

Sam didn’t reply as he stormed out of your room and back into his brother’s. Dean was just finishing his last bite of pie, licking his fork clean, so Sam moved the tray full of dirty dishes to the side and headed towards the foot of Dean’s bed. Pulling a chair over, he sat down and pushed the covers off Dean’s feet.

“Dude! What are you doing?” Dean exclaimed, pulling his unbroken leg away from Sam.

Sam grabbed the foot at the end of the cast, setting his phone on the bed nearby so he could look at the chart you had texted to him. “I’m rubbing your foot to improve circulation and speed the healing of the broken bone in your leg,” Sam said in his most serious tone. “It’s supposed to promote relaxation, too, which also speeds healing.” He pushed his thumb into the meat of Dean’s foot, causing Dean to try to pull his foot away, and yelp in pain when it didn’t work.

“Bitch, get your hands off my foot!”

“Jerk, just shut up and let me do this so you can feel better!”

“It’s not making me feel better, you pervert!”

“That’s because I’m not done, yet, you ungrateful asshole!”

Dean threw one of his pillows at Sam. “Get your grubby hands off of my feet, and if you want to rub something, go rub Y/N’s shoulders like I told you to, you dick!”

Sam blocked the incoming pillow missile, but it did stop him from trying to touch Dean’s feet. With a huff, he stood up, put the covers back to rights, moved the chair back to the desk, and stormed out of the room, straight into yours.

Before he even had the door the whole way open, you were asking him, “Would it be weird to ask you to get Dean a copy of the latest Busty Aaaaaaa!! Sam!! What are you doing??” You yelped as Sam tossed your covers aside and quickly picked you up from the bed.

“This is ridiculous,” he muttered while he carried you down the hall and into Dean’s room. With the bare minimum of care that he could manage while also being completely done with both of you, he plopped you down on the bed next to Dean. He disappeared for a moment while you and Dean both looked back and forth between each other and the door. Just when you were about to ask Dean what the heck was going on, Sam returned with your slippers and the arnica cream.

He tossed your slippers onto the bed next to you, then grabbed Dean’s slippers and tossed them onto the bed, too.

They matched.

“The two of you are crazy about each other, and you’re making me crazy, so now you two can be crazy together with your crazy matching slippers and rub each other’s feet and shoulders and whatever else you want to rub on each other but I’m out! I’m going to bed!” With a huff, Sam turned and left the room, slamming the door closed behind him.

Your face heated up like it was summer on the sun. You glanced over at Dean just to see a similar blush on his cheeks. “You’re crazy about me?” you asked quietly, the tremor in your voice showing off your nervousness.

Dean ducked his head before looking at you and seeing the same emotions on your face. “Yeah. Have been for a while. You, too?”

You nod, a huge smile breaking on your face. “Yeah. It’s been a while for me, too.”

Dean wrapped his arm around you and pulled you into his side, making you wince a little with the movement, but you really didn’t care.

“That’s good,” he said quietly, kissing your hair as you settled in next to him. You both lay like that for a minute, soaking everything in, making sure you’d remember this moment forever. He was so warm, solid, and comforting. And knowing that he felt about you the same way you felt about him just made all the pain from your ankle and ribs fade away.

Very carefully, so he didn’t jostle any of your collective injuries, he turned you both so you were facing each other and kissed you so sweetly you thought you might cry. It was just a gentle pressing of your lips together, with only a little extra near the end telling you how much more he wanted but knew you couldn’t have at that moment. When you separated, he looked into your eyes, and you knew you’d have all the time in the world to have more kisses, more touches, more everything you ever wanted.

He sighed; his smile almost as wide as yours.

“So, does this mean you want to rub my feet? Because that’s just weird.”

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[moljh]

The Others

Supernatural Series

Blurb:

Life was never kind. This was one truth that she knew too well. Life had never been easy, had never been the luxury of simple. The life of a hunter was never easy or simple though. She wasn't born into the life, had been swept into it through tragedy. She worked alone and liked it that way, without connections, you couldn't get hurt. 

Chapter 1

It was dark and disgusting. Sweat clung to my skin, like the blood and dirt that I could feel stuck to my clothes. All I could do was keep crawling, it was too late now to turn back, the light from the flashlight had gone out ages ago, and I could do nothing other than simply moving forward. I followed the stench and muffled screams that echoed through the cramped foul tunnel and I continued to shuffle through.

Trying to ignore the repulsive smells that filled the space around me and filled my nose, I kept crawling through the darkness. After what felt like a lifetime, I finally made out the end of the revolting tunnel and into open space. Clambering out of the underground passage, I stood up and looked around the damp, dirty room. There was no point in trying to clean or brush the filth off of myself as more of it would undoubtedly find its way onto my body.

Quietly taking a step forward, I listened closely for any sounds of movement, but luckily did not come across any. One foot after another, I walked further into the cave, trying my best to lessen the sound my feet made against the thick mud. Each step made a squelching noise as my feet met the ground. I winced as I took another step and a loud crack echoed throughout the large space. Lifting up my boot, I looked down at the white bones mixed within the mud that had splintered underneath my weight.

All of a sudden, a groan reached my ears and I froze. Slowly turning, I narrowed my eyes and tried to find the source of the sound. Then I saw them.

Suspended from the ceiling, the four of them hung from the rope that was attached to their wrists. Blood dripped off of each of them and even from my vantage point, I could tell that only one was alive. Without thinking, I did my best to run through the sludge towards the hanging bodies before me.

Continuing to move towards them, I heard a loud growl, followed by an animalistic grunt which practically paralysed me in my place. Staying a silent as I could, I took one single step and slipped behind the closest place I could hide. Peeking out from where I hid, I saw the creature finally emerge and it strode over to where the bodies were waiting for it.

It was abnormally large, even for its own kind, standing over 7 feet tall. Even with the lack of light, its deathly pale skin shone. It was grotesquely thin, it spine stuck out from it's back and claw-like nails protruded from its fingers. Wendigos were foul, cannibalistic creatures and this one was no exception.

It moved closer to the bodies but then stopped for a moment. I froze and held in my next breath as if not to alert it of my presence. It slowly looked around the dark space, but didn't bother looking around, too hungry for its next meal. It rushed over to its prey within a blink of an eye and plucked one of the corpses from its spot.

I waited for it to move along, waited for it the crawl back into the darkness of the tunnel. Once I was certain it couldn't hear or see me, I stepped out from where I was and rushed over to the bodies. Pulling out the machete that was strapped to the side of my thigh, I began to cut away at the rope wrapped around the living person's wrists. As the rope came closer to breaking I could tell that the person began to gain consciousness and they suddenly begun to panic.

"Woah, Woah, Woah," I quickly hushed the panicked man I was releasing, "I'm trying to help you,"

It took a moment for the words to sink in but once they had, he stopped struggling against my grip and after another short moment the rope snapped free. Practically collapsing to the floor, I quickly grabbed his arm and did my best to pull up his large figure and support him against me.

"We have to get going," I instructed him, "before it comes back,"

The moment the words left my lips, I saw the terror flash into the man's glassy eyes and I knew it was standing right behind me. I didn't get time to think before a giant force smashed into my side and I was thrown through the air and into the solid stone wall. I hit the wall with such force that I swore I heard the stones I connected with crack from the impact and I fell to the ground with a deafening bang.

I forced my eyes open despite the overwhelming desire to keep them closed and to remain on the floor. I knew if I didn't move I would never see the light of day again. My eyelids lifted just in time to see the large disgusting creature begin to stalk towards me and I quickly grabbed the flare gun that I had brought along with me. Taking aim, I didn't think twice before firing the shot straight into the creature's chest and it let out a horrific cry of pain as it went up in flames.

Quickly crawling away from where I had been, I hurried over to the man that was still partially unconscious on the ground.

"Hey," I said, shaking his arm, "we've got to go,"

Helping him to his feet, I began shuffling down the main tunnel entryway. Making our way down the damp, cold tunnel once again, I could still hear the muffled cries of the dying creature behind me. It felt like it was taking forever to reach the end of the tunnel at the rate we were going, but there were only a few more steps and then we would be out.

The man that clung by my side didn't stop groaning as we kept walking. His blood started to seep into my clothes and I could hear it dripping onto the stone as we kept going.

There was only a short distance left to go, not much further and I could dump him off at the nearest hospital and be on my way. All of a sudden a giant bang sounded from behind the us and I whirled around to see what had made the noise. The second my eyes met the figure before me, my stomach dropped and my mouth went deathly dry.

Standing merely a few feet away from where I was were two giant towering figures. Both stood side by side and through the darkness, I could make out the crimson blood that decorated their pale skin. I didn't waste time waiting for them to make the first move. I ran.

Clutching the man by my side even tighter I sprinted to the end of the tunnel as the sound of the growls and thudding of huge feet on the floor came closer and closer. I knew it was too good to be true, a basic, simple job, exactly what it had appeared to be. But no. It couldn't have just been a single wendigo, the amount that they normally remained in, but three and the other two were still alive and coming after me.

Continuing to run, I could practically feel their reeking hot breath on the back of my neck. With a deafening roar, I felt the man I had been supporting be ripped away and his cries of pain echoed throughout the cave. I glanced back to see his body being ripped in two by the monstrous creatures.

It was as abrupt and shocking as it was painful. For a second I couldn't breathe, couldn't even comprehend what was happening. In slow motion, I felt it's large bony hand wrap around my waist and its sharp teeth instantly bit down into my abdomen once it had pulled me close enough. I let out a cry of pain but the wendigo only clamped down harder. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the other one watching from the edge of the tunnel, it looked me up and down and then took a step closer.

Despite their current state, there was something till maliciously human about it's gaze. The way it surveyed me and looked it's eyes on my smaller frame. It knew what it was doing, exactly what it planned to do with me.

I could feel my heart pounding heavily in my chest as the second wendigo stalked towards me. Still trapped within the jaws of the other, I couldn't help but think that I was going to die in this moment. Somehow through it all, I managed to pull my machete that was strapped to my side free and the moment the wendigo came close enough, I swung it at the creature and a thud was all I needed for confirmation.

The creature that still held me in its teeth simply stared at its partners' decapitated body before attempting to drag me further into the cave. The rush of adrenaline that now coursed through my veins allowed me to fight back and for a split second, I felt the wendigo's jaw loosen. Moving as quickly as I could, I ripped herself from its teeth and brought the blade down to its head once I had put enough distance between it and myself.

Still, on the high, I scrambled to my feet and clutching my bloodied side, I ran. I knew that all three creatures were dead but I didn't bother in waiting to see if a fourth was hidden somewhere I couldn't see. For a second a wave of guilt washed over me as I ran through the dense woods, about the man I had left behind, but I knew nothing other than pieces of his corpse was all that would be left at this point.

Finally, coming to the clearing where I had arrived earlier that afternoon when the sun was still in the sky and the forest hadn't looked so intimidating. With the adrenaline wearing off slightly, I pulled myself into my jeep wrangler and threw my weapons onto the back seat. With the engine rumbling to life, I pulled out of the parking spot and turned onto the road leading out of the reserve.

I didn't have to drive for long until I came across a motel on the side of the main road and pulled into the car lot out the front. After hastily getting a room, I stumbled to the door and fumbled to get the key through the hole. Finally, getting it opened, I basically fell into the room and managed to stumble towards the bed, before collapsing onto it.

The deep gashes on my side wouldn't stop bleeding. It seeped through my shirt and jacket and some got onto the sheets of the bed. Opening the kit I had brought in with me, I pulled my shirt off with some difficulty and threw it aside.

There were clear teeth marks where the wendigo had punctured my side. Crimson liquid gushed out from it and I hissed in pain as I pressed a cloth against it to try and stop the bleeding. Pulling myself off of the bed, I made my way towards the bathroom. Getting undressed as fast as I could, I forced myself in and sat down in the tub. Turning on the water, it burned as it hit my opened wound but I did my best to ignore it.

A few hours later I woke up and could only guess that I must have passed out from the blood loss or pain. The cold, bloody bathwater surrounded me and very slowly I began pulling myself out from the freezing tub.

Scrambling towards my bag, I pulled out the bottle of whiskey I had brought with me and popped it open. Bracing myself, I poured the liquid onto my open wounds and cried out in pain from the searing burning sensation that was spreading through my body. Reaching into my bag once again, I grabbed a hold of one of the shirts I had brought along with me.

Doing my best, I pressed down on my abdomen. The pain was spreading through me faster than I could handle and it suddenly felt like too much. I felt the presence of sleep in the distance and welcomed it. Without hesitation, I let the pain take over me and I passed out on the dirty wooden floor of the motel room.

I wasn't sure how long I had been lying on the floor but when I woke up and opened my eyes daylight was streaming through the gaps of the old dusty curtains. Shuffling to sit back up, I winced as my stomach screamed out in pain from the sudden movement. Taking a sharp breath in, I pulled myself off of the floor and only then did I notice that I was still in nothing other than my underwear.

Looking down at my stomach, I carefully peeled the shirt that I had used as a makeshift bandage away from my skin. Trying not to let out a cry of pain, I tried not to cause more blood to seep out from the gashes. Finally looking at the wounds in the light, I hissed at the sight that met me. Large puncture wounds ran down my right side, from my ribs to my hip. Taking a better look at them I noted that I was lucky that they hadn't gone all the way through.

Forcing myself to move once more, I walked back into the dirty motel bathroom and turned the shower on again. Stepping in I washed for the second time and allowed for the dried blood to leave my skin and wash down the drain.

Emerging from the bathroom much cleaner than I had been before going in, I went through my belongings and pulled out a clean set of clothes. Taking my time I carefully pulled each item on, taking care not to knock my wounds. Once I was fully clothed, I grabbed my keys from the table and went out to my car.

Opened the back, I went through the trunk and pulled out the basic medical supplied I always kept on me. Painkillers, bandages, antiseptic and tape. Heading back into the room, I patched myself up and took some of the painkillers to try and numb the pain. Getting back onto the bed, I lay down and passed out once again.

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[imagineteamfreewill]

Undercover

Title: Undercover

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2,139

Warnings: Guns, mentions getting arrested

Square Filled: Rival AU

Summary: Y/N runs into Sam on a hunt and it goes as well as she could expect.

A/N: This is a submission for the extended 2021-2022 SPN AU Bingo (@spnaubingo​). As always, thank you for reading and supporting me. Please let me know what you think! Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

You’d thought you’d been paranoid this morning when you passed the old bookstore on Maple Street and had to do a double take. Then, after you’d seen the ghost of his figure ducking into the local animal hospital just off Highway 30, you’d made a u-turn in an old bait shop’s gravel parking lot just so you could drive past and look for his car. It wasn’t until you’d crept your way into the old marina’s guard building that you realized that you had, in fact, found the same hunt as Sam Winchester.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” you muttered as you pulled yourself up onto the top of the upper cabinets. Once you were settled, you flicked off your flashlight and watched as Sam trekked back up the dock towards your hiding place, his own maglight in hand.

He was only a dozen feet away from the back door when he froze and carefully pulled out his gun. You tensed, watching in silence as he peered through the midnight fog that blanketed the lake and the surrounding area. You hadn’t spotted anything suspicious, and you’d been careful to cover up any trace of yourself, which meant that Sam’s sudden change in behavior could only be due to something more nefarious than yourself.

Slowly, Sam crept into the guardhouse, keeping his gun drawn. You held your breath.

“You’re out of your depth with this one,” he finally said, and suddenly his light shone directly in your eyes.

You huffed and held up your free hand to block the light, squinting at him in irritation. “And you’re still a jerk. Nice to see you too, Sam.”

“Get down from there and go home. I’ve already done all the research and I can easily handle this on my own.”

“Oh yeah?” You carefully lowered yourself down from the cabinets and pulled your own gun from the holster strapped to your thigh. You’d stopped tucking it into your jeans a long time ago, opting instead for a more practical option when the chances of running into someone were slim. “Then how come that David said there were no hunters in the area?”

Sam made a face. “Who the hell is David?”

Rolling your eyes, you stomped past him, fully ignoring the gun he kept trained on you. The security guard’s desk would only be unattended for another five minutes. You’d been in the middle of searching for the disc that contained the antiquated security system’s footage from the past two weeks when Sam had interrupted you.

"What are you doing?” he questioned, coming closer to watch over your shoulder.

“Your mom,” you snarked back. 

The disc was shoved in a drawer underneath a short stack of file folders and a notebook with yellowed pages. You pulled it out and turned your flashlight on to inspect the label on the front just to be sure you’d found the right thing, but Sam snatched it out of your hand before you could get a good look.

“Hey!” You grabbed at it, but he held it out of your reach as he read the front himself. “Sam Winchester, this is my hunt! I have been here for over a week now and if you don’t stop interfering, I will call the police on you!”

He only grinned and tucked the DVD into the inside pocket of his jacket. His gun had also been tucked away, leaving him with just the maglight in hand as he looked you over.

“We both know that never ends well. How many times have you tried that one? Three? Four?”

You kept your own gun out and narrowed your eyes at him. “Go. Home.”

“No.”

The sound of footsteps approaching the front doors made you both freeze, and you hurried to switch off your flashlights and escape. When the door swung open only a few moments later, you ducked behind the table. Sam was already crouching behind it and he pushed you into view as he crawled underneath the vinyl tablecloth to hide. Though the guard had yet to turn on the overhead lights, the smug look on Sam’s face was clear as he disappeared from your sight. 

Quickly, you unclipped your holster and shoved both it and your gun inside one of the lower cabinets. They weren’t hidden well, but you could only hope that no one would spot it before you could get back to retrieve them. You barely had time to shoot Sam a look of utter loathing before the lights came on and the guard spotted you.

“Hey, you can’t be in here,” he said, heading right for you. 

It took everything in you not to reveal Sam’s presence as the guard cuffed you and marched you over to his desk so he could phone the police. Logically, you knew that one hunter on the case was better than two of them locked up for trespassing, even if it was Sam Winchester. 

Three hours later, the officer who’d collected you from the marina and brought you down to the station stepped into the holding cell area and unlocked the door. You looked up, a little surprised that David had even answered the phone associated with your alias. He wasn’t always the most reliable backup.

“You’re free to go, ma’am. I’m so sorry for the mixup,” the officer said, giving you a tight smile.

You stood from the bench and stretched a little, popping your back as the man held the cell door open for you. He led you out into the main part of the station, but you slowed your pace as you neared his desk.

Sam sat opposite the officer’s chair, his hands cuffed to a metal loop on the desk in front of him. When he saw the officer had returned, he turned his head to meet your eyes, his expression unreadable.

“Can I ask if you were able to get ahold of my supervisor?” you asked, closing the distance between you and the two men.

The officer pulled your bag of personal items from the bottom drawer of the desk and started removing the items from the clear plastic. He checked each of them off on your intake form as he worked, not bothering to look up as he replied.

“No, but we found this man impersonating a federal agent and interrogating local employees. When we contacted the man he claimed to be his supervisor, we realized that you were the real deal and this guy’s the fake,” he explained.

Raising an eyebrow, you glanced over at Sam, who was slouching further and further in his chair as the officer spoke.

“How did you come to that conclusion?”

This time the man looked up at you. He held out your flashlight, badge, wallet, and phone, which you accepted gratefully. A quick glance at the screen told you that you had three missed calls and a voicemail from David, no doubt chewing you out for getting arrested.

“His “supervisor” wasn’t his supervisor at all. The guy does work for the Bureau, though, because he confirmed your role in the case.” He glanced back down at the forms, then slid the paper towards you and held out a pen. “That should be everything. You just need to sign at the bottom saying that we’ve returned all your personal items. I’m sure the Bureau will be happy to clear up any paperwork regarding tonight?”

You nodded and leaned forward to scribble your alias’ signature on the bottom line, ignoring Sam’s glare. As you signed, you tried not to let your immense satisfaction that Bobby had vouched for you and not Sam show.

“I’m glad we could clear all this up,” you said. “Although…” Sam tensed as you paused and finally looked back at him, then at the officer. “This man isn’t impersonating a federal agent.”

“That’s not what your higher-ups said,” replied the officer. He crossed his arms over his chest, regarding you with a suspicious expression. “Are you saying that he’s lying to me?”

Shaking your head, you tucked your badge and wallet back into the pockets of your jeans. “No, sir. I’m saying that he doesn’t know everything regarding this case. Like I told you when I first came in, I’ve been tracing a trail of murders across several states. The scope of this thing is huge and we’ve got hundreds of cases under investigation right now. This man is an undercover agent, one specifically chosen by me to help with my work, so I’m going to ask that you release him from custody. You’ve already risked blowing his cover by arresting him. I’m happy to take care of any paperwork on his behalf.”

After a few moments of consideration, the man sighed and shook his head, muttering to himself. He reached down into the bottom drawer of his desk and pulled out a second bag. This one held more items than yours, including Sam’s gun and several knives he’d had hidden on his person that you hadn’t been able to see before. You made a mental note of each one as the officer pulled them from the bag and checked them off on the paperwork he’d clearly been in the middle of filling out when he’d gone to release you from the holding cell. You also noticed that the disc with the security footage wasn’t among the items in the bag, which meant you’d have to ask Sam to give it back to you. Irritation grew in the center of your chest and you cleared your throat, pressing your lips together to keep yourself from saying something that would blow your cover.

While he worked, Sam stared at you in silence. You could feel his gaze focused on you as you supervised the officer going through Sam’s belongings, and he continued to stare at you while you filled out the papers regarding his release. Finally, the officer went around the desk and uncuffed him, then handed him the pen to sign off that he’d received all his personal items.

You stood beside Sam in silence as he collected his things, then stayed by his side as the two of you walked through the station and out into the parking lot. Your motel was only a few blocks down the street, and you had no doubt that Sam was most likely staying there too.

“Why did you do that?” he finally asked as you turned out of the parking lot and onto the sidewalk.

“Do you want me to go back and tell him I was lying?” you asked, not looking over at him. “Because then we’ll both be in even more trouble, and I don’t really want that.”

Sam sighed. “Y/N—”

“Don’t. Just go home and let me do my job.”

“This is my job too, you know.”

This time you did look over at him, but only for a second. “I didn’t get you out of there so you could help me, Sam. I got you out because I’m sure there are other people who need help. I’ve got this covered, and if you had only listened to me in the first place—”

“I was here first, so if anyone’s leaving, it should be—”

“Will you just stop?” you shouted. You stopped and turned to face him. He seemed startled by your outburst, but you didn’t let his unusual show of surprise faze you. “It’s very clear that neither one of us likes the other, and it’s even more clear that we can’t work together. I did you a huge favor sticking my neck out back there for you.” You pointed back down the street towards the station. “So for once in your life, can you just let someone else be in charge? Just give me the disc, go home, stay out of my life! Can you handle that, Sam? Or is that too hard for you?”

He stared at you, lips pressed together, and you crossed your arms over your chest. When he didn’t reply after a moment more, you turned and started walking again, leaving him standing with his back to the street. 

“Fine,” Sam said, calling out to you as you kept walking. “But next time, don’t expect me to help you.”

You scoffed but you didn’t say anything. You knew that deep down Sam had to be a good person—bad people didn’t willingly sacrifice everything good in life—but something about him made you want to bang your head against the wall. There are many things that you wanted in life as a hunter, but getting away from him was at the top of the list. If letting him think that he had the upper hand here would get him to leave, then you’d let the argument fade. There were more important things to worry about.

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[f4irycafe]

hey supernatural fandom :) decided to open requests for the week and want some sam x reader requests. my fics will always be completely neautral or black!coded. give me those stanford sam requests!!! will also def take stoner!sam requests.

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[supernaturalfreewill]

It had been years since you’d seen him, since you’d been able to study the myriad of hues in his eyes. You pressed the pads of your fingers nervously around the warmth of the ceramic mug in front of you. At that moment, Sam was studying the thick frays of your eyelashes and his heart started beating faster. 

“Pretty wild running into you here,” he finally said. Your eyes flitted up to meet his again. 

You nodded, your face still somewhat unreadable. “Yeah.” You studied him for a long moment and Sam wished he could read what was going on in your head. “You’ve changed,” you observed. “And so have I.”

Sam nodded, his nerves growing. What exactly did you mean by that? Changed in a good way or— “That’s inevitable though, right? I mean, we’re all changing all the time.”

You nodded your agreement again. “And it’s been, what? Three years?”

“Three years, four months and... 16 days...” Sam laughed awkwardly as he realized what he’d just revealed—that he counted every day of your absence. “But who’s counting, right?” he laughed awkwardly. 

But your lips finally curved into a smile and a warmth seemed to come into your eyes and finally he was able to relax slightly, though you were as distracting as you’d ever been, and fluttering rose in his stomach. “You apparently,” you observed. You cleared your throat. “I missed you too. A lot.”

Sam looked surprised. “After what happened, I—I didn’t know if you hated me or—”

Your brow furrowed. “Sam,” you said, shaking your head. Electricity ran through him at the sound of his name leaving your lips after so long. “I could never, ever hate you.”

A tight lump formed in his throat. “We’re staying just down the street. Maybe if you’re not busy later, you can come by... Dean and Cas would love to see you too.”

“Just Dean and Cas?” you asked, a spark in your eyes and a smirk tugging at his heartstrings.

Sam laughed and it warmed you through and through. “Me most of all,” he said.

“Consider me there, then.”

Prompt: “You’ve changed and so have I.”

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[hoper-n-dreamer]

Title: Until I found you both.

(gif by zeifellt and frozen-delight )

[ yeah I know credits are visible under the gifs but I am new here and want to make sure the people making these beautiful gifs have their names on top]

This is my first attempt at writing a fanfic. I am a sucker for platonic fics so here we go.

Summary: what if you told Dean and Sam about an insecurity regarding your appearance and they react in the most wonderful manner.

Word count: no idea

You, Sam and Dean were lying on the bed comfortably. Sam busy on his laptop while Dean hastily eating the last piece of cake(yes he was out of pie). You were best buddies so there was a comfortable silence until you broke it with a question;

'Dean , Sam do you think I am pretty?'

The question caught them off guard but after a few seconds they did answer,

'Of course sweetheart, no doubt the prettiest one. ' Dean expressed without missing a beat with Sam accompanying,

'Yeah sweetie you are indeed, but why are you asking this ?'

' I know you guys are saying this because you love me and we are like family, but seriously I do think if we weren't friends , you wouldn't even notice me if either of you met me somewhere. Uh, what I want to say is that I have seen the women you go out with , they are so pretty and tall and blonde and skinny, and I am neither of those things.'

' Hey sweetheart that's not true. You are really beautiful, like sure the women we go out with are all that but you are also beautiful I mean any guy would be hella lucky to even breathe the same air as you.'

'Yeah , I mean if I had a chance in a lifetime without hunting and my girlfriends getting killed and all , I would love to marry a girl like you.'

'But I am fat , look big thighs and belly fat, people would make fun of you guys if you were with me. It's just I wish sometimes that someone would ask me out and take me for a date you know like dinner and dance and stuff. And he wouldn't be embarassed to be seen with me in public, i just don't want to change my appearance for someone you know , i want them to love me for who I am with all these flaws.'

After you finished this emotional outpour both Sam and Dean looked at each other , with a little concern and maybe tinge of pity. They wanted to tell you that whatever they said about you was not some sympathy talk, it was real. They wanted to tell you that you were the kindest , sweetest , most beautiful soul they had encountered. Selfless , smart and brave, heck even the vocabulary would fall short of adjectives to describe how special you were to them. They made a silent pact and after giving you the biggest group hug they went out to do their respective stuff.

Here you were lying on the same bed , looking at the ceiling and asking dear Chuck that if you were as special as the brothers made you sound why hasn't anyone in your life made you feel that special. While contemplating all these things hours passed by and then came a knock.

' It's open come in.' Sam entered with a bunch of clothes in his humongous moose arms.

' Hiya milady , now get your pretty ass up and choose one of these three things to wear.'

Bewildered by this sudden demand the only thing you could conjure was,

' what ,huh? Why? What? Why are you wearing a dress shirt?'

' We are going for a special night . Here are the three options , the comfy jeans and Tee, the red satin dress and the black gown. Whatever you feel comfortable in , get ready in 15 minutes and meet me and Dean at the garage. Hurry up.'

And with that the adorable giant went downstairs leaving you in a happy shocked state. Not wasting even a second you put on your favourite outfit and wore your hair in a manner it made you feel pretty, excited you put on your shoes of your choice and ran downstairs.

And with the brightest smiles there were these two beautiful brothers you loved , who were the best thing that had happened , greeting you with roses in their hands. You could see how their smiles grew the moment they saw you coming downstairs, as if entranced by your beauty and the softest eyes they greeted you.

' Princess , would you do this peasant a favour and get your beautiful, hot ass seated in the ride i affectionately call 'the baby'.'

'Oh my , Dean, Sam I - oh , you guys are doing so much for me , I don't even know how to thank you.'

' Oh sweetie believe me when I say you thank us everyday by merely existing, now take my hand and let's roll because I am really hungry.' Sam said with a chuckle.

Man you were really feeling pretty thanks to these adorable dorks. After about half an hour , the three of you arrived at your beloved restaurant. Sam and Dean insisted that you order as much as you want it was their treat and so you did. Especially taking care to order the pie knowing Dean loves it , and Sam's guilty pleasure a French pastry with some fancy name you couldn't pronounce. The three of you sat there stuffing the food and laughing, forgetting about any worries that plagued your lives. After few hours passed you thought that the day of surprise was over but after reaching the bunker they stopped you from going to your room.

'Hey , the night's not over yet ' and with that Dean took your hands and signalled Sam.

And there it was your favourite song playing in the background. The first song was Until i Found you by Stephen Sanchez ( readers do listen to this song it's beautiful and you can listen to it while reading it).

Georgia...wrap me up in ....

Dean pulled you close , one hand in yours the other on your waist. Swaying effortlessly. With Sam taking his turn and replacing Dean while you twirled .

And then the realisation hit you , you looked at both of them,you really looked at them, you looked at their smiles in their eyes. And you looked at their happiness, and realised that even if you didn't feel like the prettiest person in the world earlier, Sam and Dean made you feel like a queen. And with your head on their chest, closing your wet eyes you realised how damn lucky you were that you found them, really they were the one pulling you out of darkness all along. And even if you weren't their lover per se, you loved them with all your damn heart. And you knew as well that they loved you with theirs .

I would never fall in love again until I found her

I said, "I would never fall unless it's you I fall into"

I was lost within the darkness, but then I found her

I found you 💖

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[scp230kinnie]

Desperately asking for u to do stardew valley dateables and their 'types' like who'd they'd be interested in 😍😍😍

And no basing it off the rivals 😡😡

Grrrr I know who this was 😈

Warning: this means absolutely nothing they CANONICALLY like anyone

This is just my opinion

Anyways I present

Stardew valley dateables types

Alex:

He either likes sporty types like him, or preppy girls 💀

He just wants someone who will play games with him

He also likes someone who will like compliment him a lot

He has a big ego

Sam:

He would like someone who is exactly like him

Someone who likes the same music

Someone with the golden retriever he has

Fall’s immediately

He loves positive people

And people who will listen to music he likes with him

Same with people who support him unconditionally

Sebastian:

Emos

Emo

Gay emos even

E girls

ALL JOKESSSSS

he doesn’t have a type

But if he did it would probably be hippies

He would love people like Hayley from American dad

He has a crush on Gerard way

Harvey:

Lol

I will stand by this until I die but;

HE LIKES BIG GIRLS <3333

He also likes people who are funny

People with a good sense of humor

Elliott:

People with long hair fr

Also people who like music and literature

So people who are like him

He wants someone who is like the forest type to his ocean beach type

He also likes people with a good sense of fashion

Shane:

I actually have no idea

Probably just someone who would be supportive of him and help him when he needs it

A person who likes sports, so he can go to games with them

Just cool people idk

Really caring people

Abigail:

Grunge skater type

Stoners too

Someone who will go for late might walks with her

And watch scary movies with her

Also people with good fashion sense

Emily:

Someone adventurous and open to doing new things

Someone who will dye their hair to match hers

Even if its just a streak

Someone who will help her with random chores

Someone who doesn’t care what people think

And also competitive people she thinks its fun

Haley:

My wife fr

Me im her type

No i think she likes emos

Like there’s two ends of the spectrum for her

On one end is emos or just generally alternative people

The other end is those hockey boys from Canada

Yk the ones with the ugly hair and hats

Leah:

She likes people who are like her

Artistic

Adventurous

And whatever

Has it been made obvious that I know nothing about her?

Im sorry

Maru:

She likes people who are similar to her as well

Very smart

She likes people who are calm and more introverted

She likes people who will help her with whatever she needs

And people who will bake with her ❤️🫶

Penny:

I have no idea

People who will support her

Emotionally and financially

IM KIDDING

she just wants someone supportive

She wants someone who’s good with kids

And someone who’s pretty smart

Okay thats it

Just a reminder you are perfect and that no matter what, and that they would like you no matter what you are like

They canonically like anyone

Stay beautiful guys

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester Additional Tags: Family Feels, Family Dynamics, Brothers, Brother Feels, Conversations in the Impala (Supernatural), POV Sam Winchester, Grief/Mourning, Feels, Emotional Hurt/Comfort Summary:

"You good, man?" Sam asked, keeping his voice light so as to not make Dean suspect of a chick-flick moment coming on.

Dean glanced at him briefly. "Sure, why wouldn't I be?"

Sam shrugged, still careful not to make Dean feel like anything was amiss. "You just seemed a little lost in thought."

"Yeah," Dean kept his eyes front, but his hands shifted their position on the wheel. "It's Dad's birthday."

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