#sam winchester x fem!reader

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LITTLE OLD ME? / SAM WINCHESTER

PAIRINGS: Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: With the prospect of leaving you to find his father, Sam finds himself running out of time to tell you just how much you mean to him. But do you feel the same? And who’ll confess first?

WORDCOUNT: 2.6K Words

WARNINGS: Pining, jealousy, clueless Sam, teasing, confessions, angst, fluff, kisses, dual pov, arguments, THESE KIDS ARE CLUELESS!!! Lazy writing from me so I used the script

A/N: Set in season one! He’s too cute, he’s so cute I might just faint 😫 I’ll have some dark Sam soon don’t worry I always balance the scales 😋 Me… writing fluff?? unheard of! No Jess slander here too she’s your friend :P italics = flashbacks/thoughts/exaggerations

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Gif not mine, credits to the owner!

Sam had first met you at a party.

A friend of his had dragged him along, claiming that the College experience was not just about studying. Sam didn’t want to be there, but he also didn’t want to disappoint him.

He ended up letting his friend disperse, interacting with the people he knew. Sam knew no one at this party, it consisted of another schools students and a few familiar faces. He nodded at a few but found himself standing in a corner and trying to choose which assignment he was going to finish off when he got to his place.

Which is when he saw you, with one of the biggest smiles on your faces. And Sam couldn’t help but smile along with you. It didn’t matter that he didn’t know what on Earth was so funny, he wanted to smile because you were. It seemed like everyone circled you.

Your friend had noticed him staring your way about a minute ago, but didn’t want to be wrong. So she kept moving you around and dragging you to new people. Lo and behold, his eyes followed. Based on her check, he seemed sweet. He didn’t stare at your ass or your chest, just your face. He laughed and smiled when you did.

He seemed to admiring, and she liked it. Sam’s friend, Mason, returned to the room with a girl on his arm. She watched as Sam side hugged him once he returned.

Mutual friend? Check!

“If you drag me anywhere else my arm is going to fall off Jess!” The party seemingly faded away as you made eye contact with him, god was he cute. His gorgeous brown eyes and hair were more than enough to render you tongue-tied. Sam looked like a deer in headlights as he stared at you, why were you in front of him?

Had he been staring too long?

“Mace! There you are.” The two of them exchanged pleasantries, “Oh, this is my friend Kirnjot. Mason, Kirnjot.” Mason reached his hand out to you as you smiled at him. Sam found himself holding his breath, your smile is even bigger now.

He wanted you to smile his way, “This here is Sam! Sam, Kirnjot.” Jess and Mason shared the same idea as the three others watched as you smiled, “It’s nice to meet you Sam, you can just call me Kirn.” He snapped out of his daze and shook your hand, hoping it wasn’t sweaty.

“Sam, I’m Sam. You know that, Mason told you. But uh, you can call me Sammy.” Masons eyebrows furrowed at the notion, he never called him Sammy. The girl on his arm tugged, “Let’s let these two get, acquainted.”

And that you did.

For the rest of the night, you may not have had as much to drink as the others, but you had one of the best nights of your life. You started off in the corner of the room, slowly getting to know eachother. The night led you outside, thumping music and shouts drowned out by the others presence.

Then somehow you ended up heading out for Ice Cream and then at the park. Sitting on swings and laughing at his awful jokes, you’d never felt more care-free. The night was full, and you were thankful.

He shone, if that made sense. Sam was a shot of espresso, and you were an addict. As cheesy as it sounds, you found him to bring color into your life. Your life wasn’t dreary and depressing, but it was boring. You found yourself going from class to your bed, the library, or working.

You had friends, yes, but not too many you could actually rely on if need be. That you trusted. And within one night, you found yourself pushing Sam to the top of that list.

Sam liked you from the get go, how could he not? With your infectious laughter and smile, kind eyes and understanding self. And you listened, with your whole body. You digested everything you heard and were full of empathy. He needed someone like you.

You’d been best friends since then, your first year of college. Best friends and undeniably in love with eachother. Not that the two of you ever noticed. It infuriated Jess and Mason to no end. The two of them saw it, every time you all hung out. The way Sam clung onto everything you said, as if it was Gospel.

The way your eyes practically glistened when he spoke or smiled. You looked up to eachother with so much emotion it hurt the soul. And the second the other was approached? All bets were off.

No man or woman in their mind continued to pursue you once they caught a glimpse of the huge, 6’5 giant behind you. Sometimes they’d keep going, but then he’d come up behind you with some stupid excuse to get you to go back to the table. And that person was left face to face with Sam and his unsettling smile, “You waiting for something?” A quick shake of the head and they were gone.

But it didn’t matter, whether or not you got together or not. You had eachothers backs at the end of the day, no matter what was going on. Even if you were fighting.

The night Sam’s life changed, you were drunk.

The two of you had an argument earlier on.

You ran your fingers through your hair as Sam followed you through the hallway of the apartment building, “Stop walking away from me!” You stopped in your tracks and turned to him, “Stop telling me what to do!”

“I’m not telling you what to do, I’m trying to keep you safe Kirn.” His voice was softer now, and it pissed you off. How on Earth were you supposed to be angry with him when he looked like that. And then the eyes? Ugh!

“It seems like you’re always babying me Sam! I can go out with who I want to.” He sighed, taking a step closer he held onto your hands, “I’m not babying you, again, I just want to keep you safe.” You pursed your lips before crossing your arms, “What’s wrong with Ben?”

He’s a vampire.

“Kirnjot, please.” He was pleading, but you didn’t care.

“No! I never get a clear answer from you. Why don’t you want me to go out with him?” Your voice quivered as you waited for his response. You noticed his jaw clench, you could tell he was keeping his answer under wraps.

Is it because you like me?

“I- I-,” The words wouldn’t form in his mouth and he couldn’t find a decent answer.

“Good one Sam. I’m leaving.”

He watched as you entered the elevator, guilty eyes unwilling to meet his. He sighed as his head hung low, hands stuffed into his pockets.

Sam had been invited to go out that night, he turned it down. Jess had let him know which club the two of you had gone to, and kept him updated on whereabouts. If you needed a ride and he was out, it would take him about thirty minutes to get to you from his party.

A lot can happen in thirty minutes.

His phone ringing drew him out of the light sleep that he’d fallen under, “Hello?” The sleep in his voice was evident to Jess, “Hey Sam. It’s Kirnjot time.” He scoffed at the term whilst chucking on a jacket and grabbing his keys, “I’ll be there in 10.”

You hadn’t wanted to see Sam, which was what you’d told Jess, repeatedly. Even if it was most definitely not true. Sam and Jess had successfully stuffed your unconscious self into your car, you’d had Jess pick you up after the argument.

He’d been carrying you to his bed when you’d stirred, “I’m sorry. F-for fighting with you. Ben’s a bitch.” Sam laughed at your crude language as he laid you down on the your side of the bed. You’d claimed it the second he’d invited you over to his new place. “Glad to hear it Kirn.” Sam settled on his knees, removing your heels.

“Sweetheart?” Hair fell in front of your face as you turned to face him, “Mhm?” He moved it behind your ear, “You okay if I change you?” A half-assed thumbs up and a lopsided smile was all you could muster. He knew you wouldn’t mind anyways. You’d told him on multiple occasions that you’d murder him if he let you sleep in your makeup too.

“Could you ever be friends with me if I always had run down make up slobbered over me all the time?” You both sat in front of the TV, chowing down on pizza. “I thought that was your usual look?” The pillow you threw his way had begun a pillow war.

He removed your dress before picking out a shirt of yours and boxers. Since it was your favourite combo. Sam smiled at the notion of you practically swamped by his clothes. Using the makeup wipes you had stashed in the bathroom, he gently cleaned your face before settling in for the night. You quickly turned over to bury into the side of your personal furnace.

Sam’s eyes shot open at the sound, it was darker than before, later in the night. You being settled into his side checked off the possibility of you rattling around in the kitchen for a midnight snack. Quickly checking it out he was met with his brother Dean after a tussle.

“Whoa, easy, tiger.” Sam glared at Dean whilst trying to catch his breath, “Dean?” He laughed at Sam, “You scared the crap outta me!” Dean grinned, “That's 'cause you're out of practice.”

Whether he was offended or annoyed, Sam took the opportunity. He grabbed Dean’s hand and managed to turn him and they ended up on the floor.

Dean groaned, “Or not.” Dean tapped him twice where Sam was holding him. “Get off of me.” A small smile came across the youngest Winchester’s face as he rolled to his feet and pulled Dean up.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

Brushing himself off he straightened up, “Well, I was looking for a beer.”

Dean placed his hands on Sam’s shoulders, shaking once, and letting go. Sam was understandably confused, “What the hell are you doing here?” The elder of the two relented, “Okay. All right. We gotta talk.”

“Uh, the phone?” Sam crossed his arms as Dean rolled his eyes, “If I'd'a called, would you have picked up?”

Fair point.

The murmurs and bumps were more than enough to wake you up. You made your way to the source before turning the light on. Cursing whatever Sam chose for you to wear, it was cold.

“Sammy?” Your voice was like honey to the two of them, Dean couldn’t help but look at you appreciatively whilst clocking onto the fact that you called him Sammy. The boxers, the bare legs and the cute tired look on your face.

Sam and Dean turned their heads in unison to the sweet voice, “Kirn. Hey. Dean, this is my gir— friend. Uh, best friend. Kirnjot.” Sam cringed internally at his words.

Your face was painted in confusion as your brain finally processed his words, “Wait, your brother Dean?”

You smiled as Sam nodded, you’d always wanted to meet him. Dean grinned at you and moved closer.

“Oh, I love the Smurfs. You know, I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my brother's league.” You stuttered at the prospect of being Sam’s girlfriend. But you weren’t in the mood to deny it unless he did.

“I—, we aren’t— ,” By a glimpse you could see Sam’s eyes staring straight into Dean’s head, “Alright, why don’t you back up a little Dean?” Sam spoke as Dean laughed, “Just let me put something on.” As you turned to go a voice stops you.

“No, no, no, I wouldn't dream of it. Seriously. Anyway, I gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business. But, uh, nice meeting you.” You smiled at him, “Nice to meet you too Dean.”

“No.” Sam goes over to Kirnjot and put his arm around her, “No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her. She’s my best friend.” That’s how you two were, touch was never weird for you two. It’s why you were always mistaken for a couple.

Dean sighs, “Okay.” He turns to look at them both straight on, “Um, Dad hasn’t been home in a few days.” Sam nodded along, “So he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later.”

Dean ducked his head and looked back up at the couple in front of him.

“Dad’s on a hunting trip, and he hasn’t been home in a few days.”

Sam expression didn’t change as he nods along. Kirnjot glanced up at him with a frown, “You never told me your Dad still hunts.” Sam’s lips pressed into a tight smile, “Kirnjot excuse us. We have to go outside.” You nodded at him, “Can I borrow you, really quickly?”

Dean nodded as Sam smiled, “Of course.” Sitting down on the bed as Sam sat next to you, “If your dad’s missing then are you going to go look for him?” He didn’t know yet, he didn’t even know the whole story yet. “It depends I guess. Where he last was and what Dean tells me.”

“But what about Monday?” Sam couldn’t help but smile, of course you were worried about things that weren’t yours. “I’ll be back in time, I swear Kirn.”

He glanced over at you, your hands were in your lap as you smiled, “I know you haven’t told me what your dad hunts. But, I’ve seen your old diary.” His eyes immediately widened, “Kirnjot—,”

“I believe it, don’t worry. How can I not? I’ve watched my fair share of horror films and Buffy. Plus, my mum always used to tell me to keep an open mind to everything.” Sam had to take a second to grasp everything that had tumbled out from between your lips, “Wait— you knew?”

Your giggles were prominent, until it blew out into a laugh attack, “You should see your face! Of course I knew!” His eyebrows twisted as he pinched the bridge of his nose, “I don’t— what?” You grabbed his hands and clutched onto to them, “Baby, come on. All the random facts you always have, that one time you kept talking about the inaccuracies about Vampires. And then today,”

Sam’s face looked as if it had been drained or color, “If this is about—,”

“You sent an article that morning about Vampires and how they should actually be beheaded. And then a random story about them getting close to people abnormally quick. Which is exactly what happened with Ben. I got mad at you because I couldn’t figure out why you wouldn’t just tell me.”

Sam sighed, “Well you can’t blame me for being cautious. And most people don’t handle the whole, ‘Ghosts are real’ bit that easily.”

“Well I’m not most people Sammy.”

“No, no you’re not. You’re better, you always have been Kirn.” The air in the room had apparently been drained, since you couldn’t breathe. Not with those gorgeous eyes staring down at you.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“If you’re not about to kiss me I give this interaction a minus 0 out of 10.” Sam scoffed, “So you’re rating me now?” You jokingly nodded as his hand was placed on your cheek before kissing you.

And God was it worth the wait.

As you pulled away you couldn’t believe you finally had him.

“100/10.”

“What an honour.”

You couldn’t help yourself as you kissed the tip of his nose, “Anything for something as cute as you.”

“Who, little old me?”

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i would love literally anything sam winchester related the lack of fics r astounding.. maybe something fluffy?? ive had a bad week would so cheer me up

Best fake-real husband

ASKS ARE OPEN

Sam Winchester x fem!reader

Summary: You and Sam go undercover in a small town to find out what's been happening to the disappearing couples.

ASK: above

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, awkward moments, mid season sam (in my mind it’s season 5 so its not following canon plot)

Author notes: Thankyou so much for the ask!!! I hope this is good :))) also Sam is the leader of the Sassy man army and if you don’t think so you can leave. Also thank you to @midsummeranderson for helping me plan <3

word count: 4110

You had always hated suburban houses, they just seemed empty, unforgiving. Though you didn’t have much of a choice. Bobby had a case and you two were to go undercover.

”Husband and wife…” Sam began, a glint in his eyes as he moved around the open plan kitchen, opening the windows to salve the heat that bit at their necks.

You smiled in reply, laying out weapons to move to the spare room. “Not awkward at all.” You replied and he laughed, shrugging his usual flannel onto a chair and digging into his bag.

Sam looked up, smiling, holding two rings in his hand. “Nope. I’m going to be the best fake-real husband ever. Dean thinks I can’t and I’m kinda determined to prove him wrong.” You sigh and shake your head, but there’s no annoyance behind it. Trust Dean to make a game out of it.

A piece of hair fell in front of his eyes - it’s so long now that it reaches his shoulders, princelike. “Well then I guess I’ll have to be a good wife.” He hummed in agreement and you tucked his hair back behind his ear and a smile spread across his face. “Looks like I’m off to a good start, Sam Heathcliff.”

You gently slipped the ring onto your finger, the metal slightly too big for you. It was your grandmothers, a mix of silver and sapphire. Sam places his dad’s wedding band on his own hand, fiddling with it gently. It made you smile softly, how the ring was cold against your skin - your grandmother had always wanted you to wear it.

A knock at the door pulled you out of your memories and the two of you looked to each other with confusion, Dean wasn’t meant to be here until later that evening. You opened the door cautiously, flitting into character when you saw a 57 year old woman holding a large pie in her hands.

She grinned cheerily, pushing the dish forward into your hands as she spoke, you didn’t really have another choice but to take it (you’d probably hand it off to Dean later.) “Hi,” the voice sounded fake, satirical. She never met your eyes, she was almost entirely focused on Sam. “I heard there was a new couple in town, thought I’d do the neighbourly thing and say hi.” She began, flicking her hair over her shoulder in a particularly suggestive manner. “We’d love to have you over this weekend, monthly barbeque.”

You looked at Sam, who looked entirely uncomfortable with the attention he was receiving and wrapped your arms around his waist. “We’d love to…” you waited for a name, the woman smiled with annoyance, as if she hated you speaking to her.

“Helen. Watson.”

The two of you introduced yourself and agreed to go, knowing the gathering would be useful to get information. With one last glance at Sam, Helen turned around and left, allowing you to breathe a sigh of relief.

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖ng 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

Dean came round that evening, constantly grinning and mocking and (as you had expected) he greeted the pie with open arms. “Look you two,” he began, as if he were an expert on the subject, “You’re practically a couple already, just… act like you’re in your honeymoon phase for the old women.”

He stated this as if it were an obvious fact and you raised your brows at his use of the word ‘honeymoon’. Sam looked away in annoyance (Something Dean found extremely funny). It seemed as though the younger Winchester couldn’t wait to get rid of Dean and so, as soon as he had finished his pie, he was forced out the door and back to the impala. There was a second sigh of relief when the door closed.

Though it had seemed like a smart idea at the time, the two of you were sorely regretting filling the spare room with hunting gear as it had left you with one bedroom. “I’ll take the couch,” Sam said as he gathered some clothes to sleep in, you stood in the doorway, arms folded as you shook your head.

“Not a chance, you’d barely fit on this bed imagine how uncomfortable you'd be downstairs.” You argued and he shook his head, trying to claim that he’d slept worse. Eventually, the two of you came to an agreement. Sam would sleep over the covers, you’d sleep under them (he always got hot at night anyway - especially during the summer).

You excused yourself to the bathroom and by the time you had gotten back Sam was already asleep, long hair falling gently over his eyes. You lay down beside him and got comfortable, though you forgot just how much Sam moved in his sleep. He seemed to subconsciously move closer to you, warm, tan skin flush against yours.

His face was inches from yours, holding a gentle smile as if he were happily dreaming (though that was something that didn’t happen often). You gently moved the hair from his eyes and he moved closer still, broad shoulders brushing against you. You fell asleep in the comfort of his warmth and awoke with his arms wrapped securely around you. He wasn’t awake yet, you always woke up before him.

You eventually found it in yourself to move from his grip and headed downstairs, intending to make breakfast for the two of you. He was downstairs a few moments later, hair a sweet, tousled mess on his head. You smiled sweetly but neither of you spoke - there wasn’t much need to.

The two of you seemed to move around each other as if you had been married for years as you got ready for the barbeque, passing each other what you needed wordlessly. Chalk it up to years of hunting together.

“Todays gonna be entertaining for me.” You stated, a smirk on your face. He tilted his head in confusion as if he were a dog and you smiled, eyes drifting to his shoulders for a moment. “C’mon Sam, it’s a town of 47 year old women who hate their husbands and you’re a - very awkward - 6 '4 man. A handsome one at that.” He blushed and turned away, continuing to get ready.

His hands fiddled with the jacket in front of him. “Yeah, so?” You smiled at him, opening the front door as you spoke again.

“So, it’s gonna be fun watching you squirm.” Your smile turned to a grin and Sam shook his head, following you out the door.

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖ng 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

You were right, as expected. Although most were fine, one specific group of women made an exaggerated effort to fan themselves, whispering to each other about Sam. They almost immediately ushered you over. You sent a look to your best friend and headed toward them.

Immediately, they began to gossip, asking you about how you and Sam met and you could barely get a word in edgeways. There were compliments thrown at you too, but you knew they were just to stop you ‘feeling jealous.’

“How did you get so lucky?” One woman, Helen, asked. Her voice was wrought with envy as she stared over at Sam. Part of you understood why they were staring, Sam looked strangely good in the traditional small town husband attire. His white polo had a few buttons undone and the fabric was tight on his arms (Dean had ordered the wrong size) and his long hair was held back from his head by a pair of sunglasses, a few stray pieces falling over his eyes. The only part you weren’t a fan of was the khaki shorts…but it seemed to be the dress code in the town so you brushed it off - you and Dean would probably make fun of him for it later. He felt his gaze on you and turned to meet your eyes, smiling softly and winking. The women around you giggled and you rolled your eyes, to which he laughed.

It turned out that talking to the four women was the best thing for the case, they absolutely adored gossip. “Couples have been going missing, it always starts with the husbands.” Margaret whispered excitedly, “It happened to the couple who were here before you, sweet things.” she continued, sipping on a glass of wine.

You tilted your head, something Sam recognised from a distance, you’d had an idea. “Do they leave anything behind? People can’t just disappear?” You asked, pulling your hand through your hair.

Helen shook her head. “The damn council barely clean out the houses.” You nodded. Bingo. If the house hadn’t been thoroughly cleaned, chances are there’d be evidence. Helen continued to ramble and you were listening intently, until a hand gently slid onto your waist.

You let out a gasp but the strong smell of cedarwood and amber calmed you down. You knew exactly who it was. His grip pulls tighter around you and you lean into him, head resting on his chest. You felt your face flush - something you were praying he didn’t notice.

“How did you two meet?” One woman asked and you looked at each other, making sure without ever even speaking that you had the story right.

Sam leaned his head on yours and sweetly said, “why don’t you take this one, honey.” his eyes sparkled with mischief, he was trying to throw you off and the hand that was massaging your side was proof of that.

You met his eyes with the same excitement, if he wanted to play, you were really going to go for it. “We both worked as government agents, met on the field. Hence all the scars.” The women nodded in realisation, looking at some of the injuries you hadn’t quite managed to hide. “He wasn’t the biggest fan of mine at first but I grew on him, isn’t that right darling?”

Sam nodded, his eyes not leaving yours as he replied, “and now I don’t want to be without her ever again.” He found that sentence to be more true than he thought.

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖ng 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

Sam sent an exasperated look your way as he raked a hand through his hair (and sadly took the glasses off his head). “How were the boys?” you asked with a smile and he turned to make sure no one was watching before dropping the facade.

“I’m actually shocked how much I don’t know about football.” He replied and you both laughed, him leaning into you as he smiled. He looked outside at the group of gossipping women before adding on, “they seemed…friendly.”

You laughed, “to you, sure, but I think it’s because they want you in their bed.” The sentence was blunt and Sam’s eyes widened, cheeks blushing a strong red. You, however, continued as if you had never said anything, “I think it could be witches? We’d have to search for hex bags though.” He nodded, not meeting your eyes (he was slightly flustered).

The two of you eventually said your goodbyes and made your way down the street, Sam looked annoyed with himself. “What’s up?”

He sighed, “this one guy, Glenn, roped me into holding a housewarming party…” You stared at him incredulously, did he not try to say no? Sam recognised the look in your eyes and defended himself, “the man was incredibly persuasive!” You shook your head but knew there was no way out of it. You weren’t the best at party planning.

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖ng 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

The long stretch of grocery store met you as you and Sam stood in the doorway. You didn’t often do this as hunters so it was a slightly daunting task. You looked at each other with tired eyes and went your separate ways, deciding to cover ground as if it were a hunt…just for nachos.

You rounded a corner only to see Helen stood there. Not wanting to be stuck in conversation again, you instantly turned on your heel, hiding behind a row of sauces. Though, something caught your eye. In Helen’s basket, clearly hidden just not very well, was a large amount of herbs and salt. What got you interested was the extreme amount of basil and sage.

Witches. Had to be.

Sam approached you, smiling gently. Something about the situation made him look so… domestic. You tried to motion to him what you were thinking but he seemed so fixated on you, his reaching out for yours. “Can you do your job?” you spoke, the words sounding harsher than you had intended. He instantly pulled back, face twisting with annoyance.

“What?”

“Take the hint, Sam. Behind me.”

You continued to whisper back and forth in annoyance, alerting Helen who watched in confusion. You quickly turned to look at her and sighed as she approached, hiding the herbs with the rest of her groceries. “Lovers quarrel?” she joked and the two of you laughed in the same way Bobby would when Dean told another of his bad jokes.

Sam made excuses as you looked at her, trying to see if you could spot any witch runes on her. It seemed as though she was trying to do the same to you. “Well isn’t that tattoo…neat!” She said, trying to hide the venom in her voice as she pointed out the anti-possession tattoo on your collarbone. Great.

You looked at Sam in annoyance and turned back to Helen. “Thanks! I saw it in a magazine!” You tried to explain away but you knew you’d been caught, she had spotted you and you her. Though she was very keen to stay in conversation, Sam made a quick excuse and you both left as soon as you could.

“Told you it was witches.”

Sam didn’t reply. The car journey back was completely silent, an unspoken annoyance building in the both of you. Neither of you said a word until the front door closed. “Nice job letting her see the tattoo.” Sam said annoyedly, turning to look at you.

You sighed and turned away, packing away the groceries. “Maybe if you spent less time flirting and more time actually hunting we’d be done by now! This isn’t exactly a hard case, we don't need more bodies to our name.” The reply was sharp and annoyed.

He suddenly grabbed your wrist so you’d look at him. “I’m doing my job just fine.” His eyes were locked with yours. You stepped closer.

“No, you’re not. You’re distracted.” Sam scoffed, his minty breath fanning against your cheek from how close you were. His hand was still firmly on your wrist.

An annoyed smile spread across his face and a muscle in his neck tensed. “Oh yeah? And why would I be distracted?” You stared directly at him, from his long hair that fell over his unreadable gaze to the smoothness of his bronzed skin.

You found yourself stepping closer again. “You tell me.”

There was a crushing silence, the only sound being your sharp breaths. Suddenly, Sam’s grip on your hand moved to your waist and he pulled you into him, his lips colliding with yours. You leaned into him, hands grabbing his hair harshly. He kissed you as if he were hungry, as if he had been waiting for years - maybe he had. He lifted you easily and sat you on the kitchen counter, leaning back from the kiss for a split second. His chest rose quickly in hot breaths as he kissed you again. You bit his bottom lip - letting blood drip as his hands gripped your skin.

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖ng 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

The party was loud and irritating, there wasn’t a moment where you had time for yourself, not one point where you weren’t ’y/n Heathcliff’. You and Sam had barely talked after the evening before - you didn’t know what to say.

You knew Helen would be at the party, not only would it be good to keep up appearances but she could get her next victim from it. Sam sent you a look and you nodded once, heading toward the spare bedroom in search of weapons, just in case.

A small, easily hidden knife was being placed into your waistband when Sam opened the door, closing it harshly behind him. “Sorry,” he said quietly, “had to get away from Miriam.”

You laughed gently and went back to preparing, not wanting to meet his eyes. “Helen’s here.”

“I know.”

Silence again. You sighed, “and you just left her out there? Alone?” His brows furrowed and he offered a witty remark, starting another hushed argument between the two of you.

On the other side of the door, Miriam and Margaret pressed their ears to the wood, giggling like school children at how the argument sounded to them. Through the muffled walls, all they could hear was gasps and sharp noises - of course they assumed what they wanted.

Sam’s hands pushed through his hair as he sighed, uncertain of what to do, when suddenly the door started opening. He rushed forward and pushed against it, rushing out a quick, “one moment!” All he heard in reply was laughs.

“What do we do?” He asked nervously and you stood still, nervous, until a thought popped into your head. You held your hands out - asking for permission and, once he nodded, you placed your hands gently in his soft hair, ruffling it. It annoyed you how he still managed to look good.

Then, once he had done the same for you, you looked him up and down, deciding his outfit was far too…tidy. First it was one button undone, then another (you unbuttoned a third for personal reasons). A blush rose on the tips of his ears.

He went to open the door when you realised something was still missing and, in a quick moment of panic, you rushed forward and grabbed his face, kissing him harshly on the lips (you were purposely trying to smudge your lipstick onto him). Sam made a noise in shock but found himself leaning into it, eyes lingering closed for a moment longer after you had pulled away.

Shit. He thought. He definitely liked you.

Eventually, the door was opened and Sam met the two women with an awkward smile. “Oh!’ Margaret began, giggling, “I was going to offer a drink, but I see you’re occupied…” The woman looked at one another, laughed again and walked away, leaving Sam blushing with embarrassment. The door was closed once more and when you were both sure they had walked away, laughter spilt into the room.

He shook his head and smiled, stepping closer to you. “Close one.” You smiled gently, staring into his eyes (the light was hitting them perfectly). There was silence again - neither of you knew what to do.

”Are we ever going to talk about last night?” You asked, thinking about how his hands felt on your skin. His features turned more serious as he sat down on the bed.

He stared at you, lipstick still in a smudge on his face. “I’m not sure what to say about it.” You neared him, hands trailing over his shoulders. Then, slowly, you leaned into him, lifting his chin with your finger as you felt his soft lips against yours. There was something impossibly gentle about it and you weren’t sure anyone had kissed you that softly before.

”Maybe we don’t need to say anything.”

He smiled. You kissed the corner of his grin and headed back downstairs, attempting to fix your hair as you went. You were met with stares as you entered the kitchen - Miriam had most definitely told everyone… at least it sold the cover.

Time passed with an almost excruciating level of slowness and Sam not making a re-entrance back downstairs wasn’t helping either (you had no one to distract you). Eventually, the party cleared out yet Sam was nowhere to be seen - now you began to panic.

You said goodbye to the final few neighbours and headed back upstairs, calling Sam’s name. The lack of response worried you. The first door by the stairs - the one that unfortunately led to your weapons room - was ajar, scratches around the lock. You pulled the dagger from your waistband and slowly opened the door, sighing as you saw the bloodstain on the floor. You had a feeling you knew who had taken him and where he had gone.

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖ng 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

You had managed to track him to Helen’s house, hiding around the back to get a good view through the sliding glass doors. Sat, tied to a chair in the middle of the main room, was Sam. His face was bruised and bloody and his expression looked annoyed, chest heaving with sharp breaths. Helen, Miriam and Margaret circled around him, playing with his hair and gathering items they needed for the spell.

”Poor Sam,” Helen began - you assumed she was the leader, “you’d think you’d be able to fight back against three 57 year olds.” Miriam headed into the kitchen as Margaret laughed, they almost reminded you of the witches from Macbeth.

”You’d also think, considering she’s a hunter, that your ‘wife’ would be better at hiding.” Suddenly, a surprisingly strong pair of hands grabbed you, pushing you against the wall.

You struggled against the grip but it was no use, your hands being painfully tied behind your back. Miriam ushered you into the living room, retiring you to a chair beside Sam. You met his eyes with an apologetic gaze and he returned it.

It was your turn to feel the bunt of the witches’ fun now, knives sliced at your skin and hair was cut from your head, you knew they’d done it somewhere visible on purpose. They grabbed at your face, nails digging into flesh and smiling as Sam protested.

Eventually, the three left the room and you and Sam began planning. You shuffled your chair toward him, trying to see if he could reach the dagger you always hid in your shoe. His hand brushed over your shin but he couldn’t reach any further.

With one final attempt, Sam tried to lean on the chair to reach, which ended with him toppling both chairs. He landed on top of you, his chest flush against yours. “Sorry.” He spoke, words hoarse from lack of breath.

Luckily for you, the fall had broken the ropes around your ankles and - though it hurt like hell - you manoeuvred your leg just enough to read the blade. Sam's hair tickled against your face and his lips tickled your neck - but that was something you’d have to think about later.

“Nice try you two.” Helen spoke as she waltzed back in. You hid the blade in your sleeve as your chair was fixed once more and while the three were busy working, you managed to slice through the ropes. you waited patiently, watching with a newfound confidence. Luckily for you, Maragaret was the type of witch to intimidate - her favourite tactic being getting as close as she could.

You took the opportunity and thrust the blade forward, stabbing through her throat. She screamed out and you stood up making your way over to the other two to fight. You took a fair few punches, but it was nothing new and soon enough the two others were on the floor too, holding onto the last of their life.

The large salt circle was immediately broken and Sam was freed, you apolising every time you accidentally touched any of his injuries. “That was badass.” Sam complimented and you laughed, leaning your hair back tiredly.

You turned away, starting to destroy the spell further as you spoke, “Ready to finally stop being husband and wife?” You asked and a small smirk rose on his face, hands snaking back over your waist again.

With sudden passion, he spun you back around, his eyes glinting. “Not really.”

With that, Sam lifted you off the ground, hands securely gripping your thighs as he kissed your neck. You had your back pushed against the wall as he moved to kiss your lips, your hands pulling at the back of his hair. He sighed and went to kiss you again when the front door swung open, revealing a disgusted (but slightly relieved) Bobby and a grinning Dean.

”We can explain?” Sam offered, gently lowering you back to the ground. You couldn’t look at one another.

Dean shook his head, smiling like a madman. “I don’t know Sammy, seems pretty obvious to me.” Then, with the same giddy happiness he turned to Bobby, who had since fished a ten dollar bill out of his pocket.

Typical. You and Sam shared an annoyed look as The other two hunters headed back out the door. ‘“C’mon you lovebirds,” Bobby began, “There’s a vamp nest in Chicago.”

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[wildgirllz]

Imagine Dean and Sam dragging Y/N out of a bar and back to the bunker after she gets drunk.

Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader x Dean Winchester

Word count: around 2k.. I think?

Warnings: alcohol consumption. Just fluff :]

It was a typical Friday night at the bunker when Y/N decided to sneak out and hit up the local bar. She thought she could handle her liquor, but soon found herself stumbling around and laughing at everything.

Sam and Dean were enjoying a quiet evening, playing cards and enjoying a few beers, when they realized they were sitting in silence. The bunker was never silent. She had left.

When Y/N was nowhere to be found, they knew she had snuck out of the bunker. Luckily, they knew exactly where she was.

Walking over to the bar two blocks down, they found Y/N, eyes closed, humming to the music playing in the small bar.

"Hey, guys!" Y/N slurred. "What's up?"

Dean raised an eyebrow. "Y/N, are you drunk?"

"No!" Y/N protested, then laughed. "Okay, maybe a little. But it's Friday night! We should party!"

Sam sighed. "Y/N, you can't just sneak out and get drunk without telling us. It's not safe."

Y/N rolled her eyes. "I'm fine! Look, I'll prove it!" She stood up straight, then promptly stumbled forward. Dean caught her before she could fall.

"Whoa there, tiger," Dean said, grinning. "Looks like we've got ourselves a little drunkard on our hands."

Y/N giggled. "You guys are hilarious. Can we go back to the bunker now? I'm tired."

Sam and Dean exchanged a look. They knew they had to get her back to the bunker, but they couldn't resist laughing at her silly antics along the way. With Dean holding her up and Sam trailing behind, they made their way back to the bunker, Y/N cracking jokes and giggling the whole way.

Once they got back to the bunker, Dean and Sam helped Y/N into her room and onto her bed. She was still giggling uncontrollably, and they couldn't help but laugh along with her.

"You guys are the best," Y/N said, slurring her words. "I love you guys."

"We love you too, Y/N," Sam said, ruffling her hair.

Dean leaned in close. "You know, you're kinda cute when you're drunk."

Y/N blushed. "Shut up, Dean."

Dean grinned. "I'm serious. You're like a little ball of sunshine. We should get you drunk more often."

Y/N laughed. "No way! I'm not usually like this, I swear."

Sam looked at his watch. "It's getting late. We should probably head to bed."

Dean nodded. "Yeah. Goodnight, Y/N. Sleep tight."

Y/N smiled. "Night, guys. Thanks for bringing me back."

As Sam and Dean made their way back to their rooms, they couldn't help but feel a warm sense of affection for Y/N. Despite her drunken state, they couldn't help but love her even more, and they knew they'd always be there to take care of her, no matter what.

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[deantavias]

forever missing the tight tee shirt content

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[georgiapeach30513]

Kinktober 2022, Day 22: Vampire Gloves

Turn Your Camera On

Summary:  Sam has a surprise for you

Pairings:  Sam Winchester X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, impact play, pain kink, D/s dynamics, biting, blood kink, Alpha/Omega kink, penis sheath, knotting, biting, degradation, choking, chase kink, implied threesome, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.2K

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Sam's large hand slides on the first glove, as he gives you a quick smile.  Pulling apart your legs, he sees you already dripping with arousal, and his breathing picks up.  You, even though you were shy everywhere else, was just as much of a deviant as him.  He was methodical in the way that he tore you apart.  Each of his gloves became a bit more painful, but this one was your favorite.

Each finger has different textures.  Your favorite, the octopus tentacle, already circling your clit as you drift off into subspace.  Opening your eyes they sparkle up at Sam, "You trust me right?" He asks, pushing his long tentacled finger in your warmth.

"Yes, Alpha," god he loved it when you called him that.  You were a bit of a freak, and loved when he wore sheaths, and you took him all the way to the knot.  Crying on his shoulder at the immense stretch, you never looked prettier.

He adds another finger, this one mimicking a unicorn horn, and you whimper his name.  You were the perfect little Mouse for him.  Never questioned what it was he wanted to do to you.  Even his little bites on your neck that drew blood, you craved more.

"Alpha, want you," you innocently ask him.  Your eyes looking over at his treasure box, you wanted him to actually become the Alpha.  Sam pops his neck, as he pulls up your favorite neon green sheath.  The knot thick and bulbous, you were basically salivating.  Even watching Sam slide the toy on had you gripping to the bed sheets.

"If I let you get on top, you gonna try to take my knot first thing?'

"Yes!"

"No," he shakes his head, squirting on some lube.  "No, you only get my knot at the end, and," he slides onto the bed, holding out a hand for you to take.  "You will sit there for fifteen minutes, and not move."

"That's not fair."

"Your filthy little stories that you read, isn't that what the Omega does?  I'm commanding you to do this," you lick at your lips, and sling a leg over him.  His cock so pretty and gleaming with precum.  "Go on, but not all the way.  And don't pout.  Your Alpha has another little surprise for you."

You may grumble a bit, but that quickly goes away when you sink over Sam.  Still hadn't gotten used to his girth, and then it was your whimpers that had Sam petting over your face.  All of his pretty cock was yours.  You give his length a few grinds.  Rocking over him, until you accommodate him, before you start using his body.  He loved when you became almost animalistic as you bounce over him.  His mouth nipping at your tits because he couldn't help it, they were right in his face, and you just had to keep them there.

Your body slams down on him, careful not to go all the way, because Alpha said so.  Your hole inching closer to his giant knot while Sam sprinkled his teeth marks all over your tits.  You were a goddess.  Meek and mild in front of people, but man the way you took him, the way you listened, and the way you wanted to try anything.  Feeling your walls flutter around him, and Sam being too excited to try his newest glove, the both of you were right there.

"Alpha!  I want your knot."

"I know you do, sweet Mouse.  Almost there.  Keep...yeah.  Yeah, just like that," his breathing changes, and then quickly, both hands move to your shoulders, and he slams you all the way down to his root.  Your cunt balloons out with that monstrous knot, and you let out a scream.

"Isn't that what you wanted?  You wanted to take all of it," he gives you a swat to your thigh, and reaches towards his toy box.  "Quit your squirming," he rolls his eyes, and looks at where the two of you connected.  "Such a greedy little cunt.  You wanted all of that knot, you take it.  Does it hurt, Mousy girl?"

"A little," you give him a pitiful cry, and look down too.  "So full though."

"Now, listen to Alpha," you nod your head as Sam slips on another glove.  Glimmers of little silver prickles catching your eye, and you shake your head no.  "Have I not bitten your mating gland?"

"That's not real."

"Now, now, it was.  I tasted your blood," you whimper at him, and he gives you a dark chuckle, pulling at your finger to prick on the glove.  "Doesn't hurt, it just stings a bit.  And if your cunt wasn't throbbing over me, I might believe you."

"Alpha, I'm scared.  Alpha!" You screech as his hand wraps around your neck.  Only the slightest sting on your neck, but you can't help but scream again.  "Ow!"

"Now, stop it.  You're being a child."

"It hurts!"

"My cock or the pins?" Moving his hand from your neck to your tit, your eyes look down at the glove piercing into your skin.  You scream at the sight of him connecting to you.  "Sit still!  I need you to wear these marks with pride, and I won't apologize for marking you up.  The brothers need to know you're taken for good now.  Went through the ritual like a good girl."

When his hand moves off your tit, you see the tiniest beads of blood, and you scramble off of him.  "Mouse!  You get back over here."

With a wicked smirk, your naked body starts running throughout the apartment.  If it's a chase you wanted, he was going to give it to you.  Running throughout your home, and anytime he slams a hand over one of your hiding places, you skirt away again with a yell.  "We have neighbors!"

"Who cares!" You giggle, but stop when a loud banging at the door happens.  "You get it, Alpha."

Sam rolls his eyes, before peeking out the door, "What do you want Marshall?" Marshall gives a good look over Sam with his Alpha knot still attached, and you pop up from behind the counter, tits bouncing up as well.

"Noise complaint.  A girl was screaming, and they thought you were murdering her," he shrugs looking at the bulbous sheath, "Murdering her pussy it looks like.  Mouse, what's the problem?"

"His new glove scares me," you pout at the two men, but get very excited when he closes the door behind him, lifting up Sam's hand.

"Oh, Mouse, you know I've watched you.  You love the pain.  Why are you giving Sammy boy a hard time tonight?"

"But it hurts," you whine as both men start to close in on you.

"Aw, I guess I'm just going to have to help him keep your filthy mouth quiet," you shuffle your feet around, as Marshall walks behind you, "Come here.  I know it hurts now, but you can take it.  You're such a strong little Mouse.  Let me just hold you, while Sam has his way with you, okay?"

His hand slowly moves towards your mouth, and you nod your head, "O-o-okay.  Alpha can have his way with me."

"Good Mouse," he whispers on your neck.  His thick hand wraps around your mouth, and he smiles at Sam, "She's all yours, Sammy.  You show us how a good Omega listens to her Alpha, okay?" Giving him a little nod he looks around the room.  "Turn your camera on, Sammy.  Ransom will love this."

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[this-is-spn20]

Sam Winchester Headcanons

A/N: Hey Hey Hey! I’m back in the saddle again with another Sam headcanon. I’m so in love with this man please send help.

Warning, this is a little smutty, nothing over the top but some suggestive and smutty descriptions are mentioned. 

Reader is tall, plus sized, and has short hair, as requested by the absolutely stunning @as-lost-as-sams-shoe! Enjoy the fic darlings! Requests are always open! 

Spread Love, 

-Marissa

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You being tall never deterred Sam from his pursuit of you. Nor being a bit chunky either. Really all he saw was your shining personality and the bright sparkle in your eyes. 

You couldn’t say you were confident about your looks your whole life, but you’ve never really been too concerned about your weight. Really you just ate whatever the fuck you wanted, yet you always kept your health in mind. 

Being thick didn’t mean you were unhealthy.

While Sam encourages you to look after your health, he realizes you’re an adult and can make your own choices. He doesn’t try to force his eating habits on you.

While you wouldn’t dream of waking up as early as Sam to work out, you and Sam set up a time in the day when you both walk a path behind the bunker into the woods. Or even just train and work on both of your combat skills.

With you being so tall, you can reach the top shelves all on your own, yet Sam still calls you shorty because even being 6ft, you’re still shorter by a few inches. Also, he loves that even though you’re tall, you’re still smaller than him. 

Yes even with your thicker form, you could never be as big as Sam, and he revels in that fact. 

Sam likes PDA in moderation. Hand holding, him constantly squeezing your thighs, holding you by your waist, and when you lean into him, he lays his head on yours. 

If either of you fell asleep on the other, you wouldn't wake up to crooks in your necks. Both of your heights mean you two could lay on the other’s shoulders/heads for hours without issue.  

When at the bunker, in Sam’s room, he is all over you. He regularly smothers you in kisses. Squeezing every bit of skin he can reach. With his two favorite places being your stomach and boobs. 

Kissing, rubbing, licking, biting every part of your body. Nights have been filled with both of you worshiping the other’s body. The room was filled with so much sexual energy and intimacy that you could drown in it. 

Both of you drunk off each other. Not just touching, but **feeling** each other. You’ve drowned in Sam’s eyes so many times as he ran his hands all over your plush body. Sam swears you’ve both handed over your souls to the other.

Cuddling wouldn’t be as troublesome as one may think. While both of you have long limbs, it’s pretty easy to contort yourself for each other’s comfort. And your plushy arms make for great pillows. So does your stomach. And your boobs. And ass… you know what, you’re just very comfy. 

Being able to walk at the same pace <3

Sam never looks at you weirdly or says snark remarks when you order a lot of food. Honestly, he just hands you his credit card when you’re finished. 

Boy got stacks so you stocking up on your snack cubby is just another Wednesday. (Fuck Tuesday)

Is pleasantly surprised when you show him you can keep up with his eating. Sometimes you and he even have small bets on who can finish their food first. You always lose :(

 Also having drinking games since both of you can hold your liquor. Sam may eat faster than you, but you can drink him under the table. But only by **that** much. 

POV: you’re in your guys’ shared room chillin' out and Sam bursts through the door. He looks at you, takes off his shirt, and climbs on the bed, only to slide in between your thighs and smother himself. “Bad day?” You question, barely tearing your eyes away from the book in your hand. “Mmmhmm.” Sam mumbles and your hand finds it’s way to his hair. 

POV: one day you’re feeling a bit insecure. Sam tries to bring you out of your mood by treating you both to dinner at your favorite restaurant in town. Sam lets you order first and you order a salad. Sam looks at you like you just killed 10 puppies. Sam waves off your protests and tells the waiter to bring your favorite dish. And yes, dessert is included. All while Sam paints a deep blush across your cheeks, whispering compliment after compliment.

When out in public any judgmental looks or snide remarks from strangers will be met with Sam’s signature Bitch FaceTM and a loud and curt, “Is there a problem here?”.

POV: You and Sam are on a picnic, after you both finish eating, you start reading out loud knowing it relaxes Sam. Sam makes himself comfortable by laying his head down on your ass. When you asked him what he was doing, he said your ass is the softest pillow he’s ever had. 

Both your and Sam’s workouts serve different purposes. While Sam focuses on muscle and keeping himself agile, yours is purely about building and keeping muscle. You enjoyed being thick so you didn’t want to lose weight. You just wanted to keep your muscle. 

On a hunt, or in a simple fight, you’re a force to be reckoned with. While training with you, Sam was surprised to see how many hits you could take before you went down. He has to give your flowers to you, you gave him a run for his buck. You keep him on his toes which is always a good thing in the hunting life.

Sam LOVES taking you shopping. Always goofing around with you, trying on crazy outfits. Sometimes buying those crazy outfits! Whatever type of style and clothing choice you have, Sam makes sure to enable it in every way he can. Loves when you put on a little show for him. 

Encourages you to buy whatever makes you comfortable, yet also tells you to buy skimpy/slutty clothes. That you can only wear around him of course.

Buys you a ludicrous amount of lingerie. Seriously, eventually, you’d have more lingerie than actual clothes. 

Sam doesn’t have neck or back pains/sores from bending down to kiss you. You reach his lips if you stand on your tip toes. 

When you and Sam are both in the bathroom getting ready for the day, Sam finishes before you, mainly because you’re trying to figure out what style you can put your hair into that day. 

With your short hair, there aren't many styles you can wear. But Sam always stays behind to help with some suggestions.

Most days you just decide on a simple middle or side part and comb your hair to make it look decent. 

Sam is totally supportive if you wear weaves, wigs, ponytails, and other hair extensions. He loves helping you with any hair routines you have. He’ll memorize them and even remind you if your routine had slipped your mind that day. 

If you come back from a hunt gone wrong, he’ll insist on running you a hot bath and wash your body for you. While you dry yourself off in the bathroom, Sam will be in your bedroom lighting a few candles.

Then Sam comes back into the bathroom to help you do your haircare routine. He’ll share in your excitement when you share that your hair grew a few inches! 

Sam knowing how precious your hair is to you, will probably try and research hair growth methods that reduce hair breakage. He’ll let you decide if you want to change your routine. 

Sam loves your legs and thighs as mentioned before. But he loves them even more on his shoulders as he thrusts his cock into your plushy, pink pussy. He’ll look you in your eyes as he caresses, kisses, and bites your legs and thighs. He can feel himself lose control when your walls start to squeeze and flutter around him. 

Sam will eat you out nice and slow, making you relax and lose yourself in him. Sam tends to grab and squeeze your thighs roughly to keep him from creaming his damn pants. 

On the rare occasions, you join Sam on his early morning jogs, he never ridicules you for running out of breath. He’ll push you to keep going, but only if you can tolerate it. If not, Sam has no problem making his jog a nice-paced walk for you. And when you feel you’re ready again, he’ll start jogging with you again. 

Emphasizes the importance of stretching before any workout. He doesn’t want you pulling any muscles or ending up really sore. 

Celebrates with you when you run longer distances or challenge yourself more!

Using each other as personal heaters <3

Sam is more lenient with himself about eating more junk food sometimes. 

Sam has to double his workouts because of your cooking. He complains about this but honestly loves when you cook. 

Honestly, Sam is just an awesome and fun boyfriend. Everyone agrees ya’ll are the best couple. 

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I hope you all enjoyed these headcanons! And thank you again to the lovely @as-lost-as-sams-shoe for requesting this! This was super fun to write! Definitely request again if you'd like! And requests are always open for my blog!

Spread Love,

-Marissa

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[skeetskuurt]

WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING

(sneak peak)

~

My father was a liar.

I guess that's kind of strong. He was in sales. His motto was never leave the prospects house until they call the cops. He would tell me stories. Sometimes they were about all the places we were going to visit, like Fiji.

But mostly the stories he told me were about my mother. He said they met at the world's fair in 1980. He broke the bell with one of those mallets you swing and they gave him his choice of stuffed bears. He saw my mom in the crowd but he didn't give her the bear. He gave it to a little girl. He told my mom he'd get her a real bear if one was ignorant enough to cross his path.

They spent a magical day together. When the sun set she gave him her phone number and told him if he didn't call her the next morning, she would know he didn't truly love her. He put the number in his wallet and on the train ride home...

...a pickpocket stole his wallet.

Well, he said, a lesser man who wasn't so in love would have despaired, but not him. He remembered she was a school teacher, so the next morning he searched every school in Chicago until he found her.

I asked my father once how I would know when I was in love and he told me, "the day I met your mother, I heard strangers in the night." Well I didn't hear strangers in the night but, when I saw him I knew he was the one...

Sam Winchester. He started coming to my subway booth in September. Monday through Friday between 8 and 8:20. One Monday he didn't show up and I started to panic. Luckily it was Columbus Day and he was back again on Tuesday morning.

I haven't actually spoken to him but I knew someday I would...

He was perfect.

~

A/N: I actually started writing this this past December, but didn't finish it. I have more chapters to finish and alot of read throughs. If you did like this little bit of it, I'm sorry but I won't be posting chapters until this September or October. I know I know, it's a really long wait, but I want you guys to get in the feel of Christmas while reading it. I may genuinely forget about it and not post till November.

It'll be here before you know it I promise, but for now enjoy the year we have and see you this late 2024.

-skeeter🖤

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s u r p r i s e s | supernatural ; s.winchester

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𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 - 𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜

↪ summary

--- you meet Sam Winchester in an airport, hit it off and proceed to spend the night together at a local bed and breakfast but it doesn't quite end there... [ this could become a fic in the future.. only if enough people wanted to see more tbh. ]

↪ pairing / fandom

--- female!reader x Sam Winchester - Supernatural.

↪ warnings

--- mentions of alcohol, one night stand is eluded to here, swearing, there's a chance I'm rusty on writing Dean so sorry in advance, potentially highly characterized Singer!female reader with female parts, flirting and innuendo and that awkward moment when you realize how small the world really is. Also, if I do anything else with this, there is only loose canon compliance, jsyk. that also applies here, this is not set in any certain season, Jess didn't die they broke up instead and Sam 'wants' to get back into the family business here.

↪ taglist, babes

--- my taglist is [here] if you'd like to be on it. @tbmunson listen, if not for you listening / talking to me about this, I never would have thought about writing this... I hope you like it. It took a turn, bestie. It took a turn.

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Sam almost feels relieved when the announcement plays over the airport intercom. Immediately following this, he feels immense guilt. It’s not that he doesn’t miss his brother and his father, it’s just that he’s reluctant to go home for the holidays. There’s just always so much tension there and it’s hard to be around them both when Sam feels like they blame him for the death of his mother to an extent. Or that you feel like you’re better than them, the thought comes and Sam shoves it down because he can even hear Dean’s voice saying it in his head when it just simply isn’t the case.

No matter how many times Sam tries to tell his father and brother that he doesn’t think he’s better than they are, he still feels like maybe Dean really believes he does. It’s the source of a lot of their fights over the phone.

And all he wants to do right now is just be numb for a while. The breakup with Jess was hard but it was necessary. They wanted different things. It goes without saying, Sam is hurting really bad.

A soft as velvet voice nearby catches his attention and he finds himself staring at you for a few seconds as you pace the lobby of the terminal. You’re twirling a strand of hair around your finger and laughing while you roll your eyes. On the other end of the line, your mother is talking a mile a minute. She’s excited because she’s reunited with your birth father, Bobby and she wants the two of you to play house and get to know each other over the holiday break. You, on the other hand, well.. You’re not sure what to make of it. And you really didn’t want to intrude on your mom’s honeymoon phase with the man.

“Sweetie, if you need your father and his friend John to come and get you..”

“Mom, no. Absolutely not. I’m fiiiine, alright? I’ve got my butterfly knife, I’ve got mace and I’ve got a new taser on my keychain. Plus, someone shoved me into every self defense class they could find when I was a kid.”

“And you’re better off for it, sweetie. The world is a crazy place. At least you’re not dependent on anyone to fight your battles for you.” your mom points out. You laugh softly and fall down into a hard plastic chair in the waiting area and you sigh as you see the harsh temperatures flash on the screen overhead. “Jesus christ, how does the guy live in a frozen Arctic hell, ma?” you question.

“His cabin is nice, honey. It’s out in the woods. Peaceful.” your mother sighs. She sounds happier than you’ve heard her sound in years. “I just can’t wait for you to finally meet each other. Hurry up already.”

“Okay, mom. Alright. Jesus. Look, I just think maybe you should have this conversation with Old Man Winter and not me. I love you. I gotta go up and see what flight they just announced, okay? I’ll see you guys soon, one way or another.”

“No driving!”

“Moooom, jesus.” you laugh as you hang up the phone and shove it back down into the pocket of your heavy fake  fur trimmed peacoat. Maybe the thin slip sundress beneath was a bad choice in light of the weather you landed in the midst of, but it was fine for the weather where you flew in from. Naturally, it’s November and it’s a balmy 70 degrees in Louisiana.

You shoulder your backpack of clothes and you start to turn and this puts you body to body with an actual giant.

A sexy giant, not that you’d ever say it out loud or anything.

He gives you a little grin and the two of you attempt an awkward apology as you try to navigate each other, only to wind up in each other’s space all over again.

“Sorry!”

“I swear I’m not doing this to cop a feel, this place is just..” Sam trails off as he looks down at you and you nod, agreeing quietly, “Way too fucking crowded and loud.”

“They cancelled all the flights, if that’s what you were going to ask.” Sam calls out to you as you start to walk away. You give him a thumbs up as you turn back.

You’re alone in a strange airport and honestly, there’s been more than one or two creepy people lingering around that you’ve noticed. Maybe this has everything to do with why you walk over to him and tap his shoulder.

Sam turns around, this puts him body to body with you all over again. You smell like caramel and vanilla, it’s a heavy scent that bursts in the air around you and has his mouth watering a little. He smells like pine, something clean and earthy that comforts you almost instantly because you can feel your body unclench itself. Before you stop yourself, you’ve stepped even closer and you tilt your head to the side just a little, enough to look up at him and smile as you nod to the food court nearby. “I’m starving and I don’t wanna eat alone..  Wanna grab a bite with me?”

Sam’s hand raises, tangling in shaggy hair. “Sure.”

The two of you fall into what has to be the easiest conversation you’ve ever had as you make your way across the crowded airport. He tells you that he was planning to go to South Dakota because apparently, that’s where his father and his older brother happen to be for the holiday. When he tells you they’re on a hunting trip, you have this random memory pop into your head and it’s a memory you now know is a lie, it had to be a lie, but it’s similar somehow and it’s strange.

“Yeah, when my uh.. When my dad broke it off with my mom, he went on a hunting trip too. Never came back.” -as soon as the words leave your mouth you want to kick yourself. Sam is apologetic but you shrug and reassure him that you’re totally fine, “It’s not like it’s a big deal and apparently, it wasn’t like… heart breaking for her because they’ve gotten back together recently? And they’re somewhere in the middle of nowhere in South Dakota too. I was going to spend Thanksgiving with them while film school is on break.”

“You go to film school?” Sam asks, grinning. You laugh and nod. “Yeah, I’m in the program at LSU.. My dream is to be an indie horror film director or like… make documentaries.”

It’s not exactly the truth, but it’s not entirely a lie either. You really want to make documentaries about your paranormal investigations and the cold cases you’ve grown up so fascinated by. It was either film school or Forensic science and law enforcement,  and somehow, you felt like your mother would be more ‘okay’ with you choosing film school. Honestly, you prefer it.

“Hey, wait… you have a podcast, right? America the Spooky? I knew I recognized your voice!” Sam seems triumphant and you laugh softly. You nod as you grin up at him. You’re honestly a little shocked that anyone listens to your podcast, let alone someone like him.

Someone who seems to be well-adjusted and have normal interests. From the looks of the guy, he’s got pre-med or law major written all over him with the plaid shirt and the nice jeans, the North Face pullover.

“You’re pre-med or law… Tell me I’m wrong.”

Sam chuckles. “Law school. I wanna be a defense attorney or a prosecutor.”

You pump a fist.

Sam pulls out the chair at the table you’ve chosen to sit at and eat your meal. You flash him a playful grin. “Prettyboy law student and he has manners? Why.. Be still my beatin heart.” you let the fading southern accent come out a little heavy and Sam chuckles. “Where are you from?”

“Guess!”

“Uh..” Sam rubs his chin thoughtfully as you pore over the menu in front of you and wait. When he guesses, it surprises you just how close he is to the truth.

“New Orleans?”

“Actually, it’s Shreveport. But you got the state, how?”

“The uh.. The accent. But it’s cute!” Sam laughs.

A plump older woman makes her way over, taking a pen from the bun in her hair as she takes out her notepad. Your eyes dart around the crowded restaurant and you know you’re safe, but your mother’s endless warnings and the constant preaching you got as a kid to be aware of your surroundings at all times is at play and it can’t be helped.

“Lookin for someone?” Sam asks.

“Huh?” you laugh softly and shake your head, “No, my mom, uh.. She raised me to be hypervigilant and like.. Lately, weird things have been happening?”

“The apartment… Right?”

“Yeah! You heard that episode? I actually did take an EMF while I was filming. Got some feedback on the ghostbox too. Picked up some pretty interesting stuff. But it’s an old building, I mean, c’mon..” you dismiss it even though you can still hear the voice recording you picked up during the session and it still chills you to the bone.

The whole experience is probably the only reason you’re seriously debating on just finishing your semester online because you’re too afraid to go back. 

“The weird things.. They only happen there, right?” Sam questions. He’s debating on whether or not to text Dean, then he stops and thinks about it. Dean will probably laugh it off or dismiss it because it’s not a cryptid or something more mysterious or out of the ordinary.

You nod. “Yeah… I mean, aside from feeling like I’m being watched, but I mean, that’s my whole life, honestly?”

Sam cringes a little. You laugh softly and shake your head. “I guess my mom’s paranoia did rub off on me?”

Sam knits his brows. “Paranoia?”

“When I say my childhood was interesting.. Just take my word for it.”

“Ah. Yeah, I get it. Trust me, I get it.”

And one look into golden brown eyes tells you that he definitely gets it.

When you’re talking about your mother, all Sam can think is that he definitely knows how you feel, being raised by a hunter was… Quite the experience.

And not all of it was good, either.

,, but he was helping people… even if the people he should have been trying harder to help were with him the whole time. Look at what Dean’s doing now, man.”

He shoves the thought out of his head as the waitress returns, sitting your plates down in front of you both. You close your eyes and bow your head. Sam thinks it’s cute and out of respect, he does the same. After a few seconds of silence, you’re both digging into your food.

“There’s a bed and breakfast near here. They have one room left.”

It makes you both laugh when you say it at the same time. You swallow hard and stare at him a second or two. “We could share the room.. I mean, it’s not like you’re a stranger now, right?” you smile a little.

You have the sweetest smile he’s ever seen in his life and the instant the thought comes, Sam is flooded with guilt. Because he’s just ended things with Jessica, a girl he loved. A girl he still loves, despite the issues and the incompatibility.

,, but you’ve hinted at things you were never comfortable talking to her about in the first place, man. Stop and think about it.” the thought comes and Sam mulls it over. When he opens his mouth he’ll swear it was to suggest the Motel 6 off the interstate that he’s been reading Yelp reviews for for ten minutes, but instead, he’s agreeing to share the room at the little bed and breakfast.

–

“Everything okay, Lenore?”

The question draws her out of her thoughts. She rubs her forehead and laughs softly, gazing up over her shoulder at Bobby Singer, who is standing behind her chair. She nods.

“Our daughter is stuck in an airport in North Dakota tonight. She said she’s gonna get a room for the night and try to rent a car tomorrow.”

“Nonsense.. Dean, you’ll go get her, you’re already going that way to pick up Sam…” John smiles. “It’s better to let a seasoned driver handle it, Len. The roads can be treacherous.”

Dean glances from his father to Bobby and shrugs, shoveling mashed potatoes into his mouth. “Still say Sam’s not gonna show.”

“I don’t want to be any trouble, my girl will be fine..” Lenore tries to insist but Dean grins. “Nonsense, it’s fine.”

The brunette seems to relax a lot more when Dean reassures her that he’ll be fine with picking up both her daughter and Sam in North Dakota. ,, If Sam even bothered to come.” the thought comes and it’s bitter and for just a split second, Dean feels guilty.

It’s not like Sam abandoned them completely, he’s usually on the first flight out at any hint that he’s needed.

But the last time he came back, he wasn’t happy about it. Something about a girl and exams and maybe deep down, Dean was more than a little envious.

Dean finishes eating and stands, taking his plate into the kitchen to wash it. “Meatloaf was damn good, Lenore!” he calls out to her as he’s finished washing his plate and he’s pocketing his keys.

“Where are you heading, son?”

“Gonna get a jump on the drive. Might clear my head and help me figure out where we’re heading next, old man.” Dean is vague but as usual, John doesn’t seem to mind. He chuckles and nods. “Call me if you run into anything weird.”

“Gotcha.”

The door to the cabin slams behind Dean and the topic of conversation at the table turns to the podcast Lenore’s daughter hosts. The apartment building she lives in off campus near LSU and how it’s supposedly haunted, so this gave her daughter the not-so brilliant idea to host a live on Halloween and how ever since, her daughter has seemed… A little off somehow.

“She’s always been into this kind of stuff. She thinks I don’t know the real reason she chose Film school over Forensic science. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad she didn’t wanna go down the law enforcement path because that’s dangerous in and of itself because I know my girl and I know she wouldn’t have been happy with just doing Forensics and she’d have wound up working at the Behavorial Analysis Unit or over at  Quantico but.. Some of these places she picks to investigate are dangerous.”

“And we’re gonna talk to her about it when she gets here, hon, I promise.” Bobby is trying to ease Lenore’s mind and she nods. “She’s so headstrong though.”

“Yeah, well. I’m stubborn too. That episode she did where she went into the condemned house in Little Rock scared me shitless, woman.”

“What happened, Bobby?” John asks.

“The damn porch was about t’ fall in as she walked in. She just waltzed her little ass right inside, too. And we both know that stuff can attach itself to a person, John.. I just don’t want her putting herself in danger, man.”

“I get it, man.”

–

You’re at that stage of tipsy where you’re giggling and you can’t stop. Sam is sitting on the bed across the room and for the better part of an hour, you’ve been passing a bottle of tequila back and forth as Sam tells you about law school and how hard it all is, the breakup with his girlfriend Jess and his mixed feelings at going back to spend the holidays while helping his father and brother out with some hunt they’re doing.

“Yeah, well.. Try bein’ me. All I’m gonna hear is, “Oh honey, there’s this boy, he’s the grandson of the deacon down at my church..” you giggle as you wipe the back of your hand across your mouth and go silent. “The last guy she tried to set me up with so I’d ‘settle my ass down and stop worrying her to death’ to quote her… He was already seeing somebody!”

“At least your mom meddles, though.”

“Too much!” you’re laughing and you snort. Sam falls over on the bed laughing too and you pout. “She’d eat you up. Have you off tasting wedding cakes and everythin’ before we even have a proper first date.”

Sam sits up and stretches, reaching out for the bottle. He takes a healthy swig and as he’s doing it, he’s staring right at you. “She would, huh?”

“Mhm!”

The conversation has now gotten a little loaded, much like both you and Sam are at present. So you need to change the subject, but first you need to stop staring because his eyes are so distracting and you can’t seem to stop.

“What are you thankful for?”

Sam mulls over the question you’ve asked. “All night liquor stores. Turkey microwave meals, I guess.” he’s laughing when he says it, but he’s thinking about all the ‘family dinners’ on the holidays that seemed to follow that exact pattern and he’s realizing that maybe he misses his dad and his brother. And he really does wish he was closer.

And deep down, he knows already.. Law school was his dream but it’s turning out to be something he doesn’t really want. He’s gotten a glimpse of how broken the system is during a recent case he was allowed to shadow a local prosecutor in. Everyone is crooked. They’re out for themselves.

The victim’s family will never have their closure because the man who murdered their son is walking free and this is just eating him up inside.

You can feel the mood getting heavy. You take the bottle back and you move to sit on the same bed Sam is sitting on as you take a few long sips from the bottle. “I’m.. I’m thankful for gray sweatpants season.”

You want to die when the words come out because of course, Sam happens to be wearing said sweatpants and it’s your drunk and clumsy way of flirting a little because the tequila has obliterated all of your inhibition.

Sam is oblivious. He realizes what you were hinting about and he laughs too.

“Okay, fine. I’m thankful for Thanksgiving Clapback Season. Gives me one day where I can just be a… A smartass.” Sam hiccups and takes the bottle back from you as he goes on to add, “I’m t-thankful for short little sundresses. Y-you have to be f-freezing.”

“I’m just a l-little cold.” you giggle, holding up your fingers to indicate how cold you are.

And then you’re staring at each other. When Sam leans in closer and raises a hand to smooth your bangs back out of your eyes, your breath hangs in your throat. You’re leaning in too and you raise your thumb, resting it against his bottom lip. Your other hand raises and it catches in thick and shaggy hair. Before you can stop yourself, you’ve moved to seat yourself in his lap, legs around his waist.

“Hey Sam?”

“Yeah?” Sam’s voice comes out huskier, foreign to his own ears and he chuckles about it to himself. “What’s up?”

“Ever just l-like.. Done anything completely out o-of c-character?”

“Like w-what?”

“S-sharing a bed in a bed and breakfast in the m-middle of n-nowhere with a girl y-you met in an a-airport lobby?”

“I h-haven’t but.. I k-kind of w-want to.”

His lips graze against yours and the contrast, rough against soft, the taste of the turkey you’d both eaten a few hours prior, the smell of his cologne, all of it is almost overwhelming for you as you drag your tongue over the outline of his mouth and melt into him, breathing it all in. The kiss deepens and your nails dig down into the shoulder of the red,green and blue plaid shirt he’s wearing. Your heavy pea coat falls away, settling with a quiet rustle on the floor of the room.

And then you’re on your back and Sam is pressing himself down into you as you cling to him, a needy whine escaping your lips. During all of this, his cell phone is ringing and ringing but for the time being, Sam Winchester isn’t in a hurry to answer the call.

Sam’s eyes catch on the antique necklace you’re wearing and he hooks a finger into it, dragging the tip of that finger over your collarbones and making you shiver beneath him…

—

It’s foggy and gray the next morning. You both wake up with a pounding head, bodies tangled together. The ringing of your cell phones is what has both of you sitting up in the bed and rubbing your eyes as you both yawn at the same time. Sam leans in to give you a sweet little peck on the lips before grabbing his phone and stepping out into the hallway and as you reach for your phone, the thought crosses your mind that last night may have been just one night and right now, he’s probably out in the hallway talking to someone he left behind at school.

You make your way over to the windows and peer out, grimacing as you try to will the hangover away. Your mother is talking a mile a minute. The door to the room closes softly and Sam presses against you from behind.

“Sweetie, did y’ hear me? Your father’s sendin the son of his old huntin buddy to pick you up. His old huntin buddy doesn’t think it’s safe, you drivin all the way up here, not with the roads and all. You’re not used to the snow.”

“Mom, no.”

“Sweetie, just do this for me, please?”

“Okay, alright. Fiiine.” you mumble, rubbing your forehead.

“Okay, where’s this bed and breakfast again, Sammy?”

“It’s about ten minutes from the airport, Dean.” Sam answers his brother. “I shared a room with a girl I met in the lobby..”

Dean chuckles. “That why you sound like hell right now, man? How’d that go, hm?”

“Dean!”

“Oh come on, man.”

“Can you wait outside for Dean? He’ll be there in ten minutes.”

You’ve just heard Sam call his brother Dean but you put it off to coincidence. Sam hears your mother mention the name Dean but he puts it off to coincidence. After your calls have ended, you both rush to shower and get dressed in warmer clothes before heading downstairs to turn in your room key and wait.

“My brother, he’s uh.. On his way.”

“Yeah, my father’s apparently sending some guy a buddy of his knows to pick me up… So… About last night…” you’re fidgeting and Sam laughs, slipping an arm around you. “It was fun.”

You nod and smile. “I won’t forget it.”

“Me either.”

The Impala pulls to a slow stop and as soon as Dean picks up on what’s happened, he has to spend at least five minutes collecting himself before he gets out of the car, because he can’t stop laughing about it.

“Bobby is either gonna be real angry or he’ll be okay with it. This is like one of those soap operas, man.” Dean finally pulls himself together.

→ Dean is there, sweetie. Look for black Impala.

← You gettin in anytime before Christmas, Sammy? I’m waitin, man.”

You and Sam share a look.

“My ride’s here.”

“That’s my brother.” Sam nods to the Impala you’ve just been told by your mother belongs to the son of your father’s hunting buddy.

Your jaw drops.

“What’s wrong?”

You drag your hand through your hair and laugh softly as you hold out your phone to Sam.

“Wait.. You’re.. What’s your last name?” Sam asks, laughing at himself because last night happened so fast that somehow, neither of you even stopped to think one time that maybe it’d be a good idea to get each other’s names.

“Singer? What’s yours?”

“Winchester.”

“Wait.. Is John.. Is he your dad? Because that’s my father’s hunting buddy. He’s supposedly spending the holidays up at Bobby’s cabin now, I guess they’re gonna go on a huntin trip after my ma spends all day cookin for this ‘family’ Thanksgiving she’s determined to have?”

Sam nods. And he doesn’t tell you what exactly they’re really looking for.

Because you’re open minded, but somehow, he’s not entirely sure that hearing him confirm there are things out there that the average human just isn’t aware of will be taken well.

Sometimes, he wishes he could forget that humans aren’t the only species in existence. Or that ghosts are real and so are demons and right now, Heaven and Hell are fighting an ongoing war and using Earth and the human race as bargaining chips to an extent. Because honestly, he’s lived in it his whole life and sometimes, even he still can’t wrap his head around it.

“Yeah.. Dean.. is that who is supposed to pick you up? My brother’s name is Dean.”

“Mhm. In that Impala.” you nod towards the idling black car.

“This is going to be a fun ride, I guess?” you both double over laughing as you pick up your bags and start to make your way over to the car to get inside.

#sam winchester #sam winchester fanfiction #sam winchester imagine #sam winchester x fem!reader #sam winchester x fem!reader imagine #sam winchester x fem!reader fanfiction #<- safe for everyone. a general tag for all my safe to read works. just abide by all warnings above. #-> heavily characterized female reader ; female parts + she's Bobby's daughter #<- fall into fall 2022 writing

[miss-madness67]

Unwanted 3/13

Sam Winchester fanfiction

You have a saying that coffee solves everything, even hangovers and broken hearts. Nevertheless, that morning, it was proved to you that coffee, in fact, didn't solve everything.

When Sam asked you to meet him at your favorite café, you had no qualms, except for the early hour. The night before, you arrived very late from the party and went immediately to bed. To be honest with yourself, you drank quite a lot, and Sam had to drag you out of the frat house by the end of the night. But, what were you supposed to do? You went there to have fun!

You know your best friend, and you suspect that he's mad at you. Whilst most of the night you spent it with Brady, Sam was with Jessica. Back then, you thought that he would be glad you left him alone with a cute girl. Right now, looking at his face from across the table, you realize that he isn’t delighted at all. You really don't get it, Jessica clearly fits what you know of Sam’s standards, being adorable and petite. So, why is he so mad at you? Was she a bitch to him? No, as far as you could tell, and from what Brady told you, she is a sweetheart.

“Are you going to tell me who pissed in your coffee, or are you just going to stare at me until you burn a hole through my head?”

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AO3 / PA

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[werwulfy]

OK, so I drew something spicy that isn't a commission and I'm feeling shy about it because I usually just save these in a folder never to see the light of day–BUT it's inspired by this soulless!Sam Winchester/fem!reader fic Tear Down My Reason by the talented @there-must-be-a-lock that's been living rent-free in my head so I'm sharing.

Go read it!

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Better Late Than Never

Title: Better Late Than Never

Pairing: Dean Winchester x female reader

Word Count: ~2,143

In which the reader’s love language is physical touch, but has never touched Dean…in public.

A/N: I really hope you guys like this one! Thanks so much for reading and for your support. If you have any requests for a fic, feel free to give me a character and a prompt/explanation for what you’d like!

Your love language has always been physical touch. A quick brush of hands here, an innocent kiss to the cheek there. Whether it was your friend or your significant other, touch was just something you used to show that you cared.

So it meant a lot to you when, after you moved in with the Winchesters, Sam had quickly picked up on your love language and allowed you to give him occasional hugs. He’d also gone out of his way to hug you, or even just put a reassuring hand on your shoulder once in a while.

But even though you felt more than comfortable with Sam, you were the first to admit that you’d never so much as given Dean a high five.

In front of others.

In the privacy of an empty bunker or motel room, you and Dean had no problem brushing against each other and exchanging brief touches. Eventually, the brief touches had turned into longer ones, and hands drifted from your shoulder to the small of your back. Then those touches turned into sitting right beside each other, your head resting on his shoulder as he peppered kisses on the top of your head. And after that, kisses on your head turned to kisses on your lips, while hands on your back turned into hands grasping your hips.

But as soon as Sam, Cas, Charlie, or anyone else walked through the door, you would revert back to no touches at all.

It’s not that you didn’t want to. He truly meant the world to you. But every time someone would walk into the room, he would pull away. And you never wanted to make Dean feel uncomfortable, even if it was killing you inside. So, to respect his space, you’d never so much as given Dean a high five in front of other people.

Until today.

A hunt had gone sideways when a djinn had outsmarted the three of you and gotten its hands on Dean while you and Sam had been out getting dinner.

When you got back to the motel room to see that Dean was gone and not answering his phone, you and Sam had come up with a plan. A questionable plan, for sure, but it was all that you could come up with in the limited time that you were allowed.

Now, the two of you sat in Baby, reviewing the plan before you burst into the abandoned warehouse where Dean was being kept.

“Whatever you do, don’t engage with the djinn, got it? I’ll take care of him, you take care of Dean.”

You nodded stiffly, your eyes on the building ahead. “I hear you, I got it. But if you’re in any trouble-”

Sam sighed in exasperation. “Would you just listen to me for a second-”

You looked up at him, fury in your gaze. “I will not let that djinn take you, too.”

Sam’s gaze softened. For all of the sweet touches that you passed around, you were still a hunter, willing to hurt anything that came between you and your family.

He placed a comforting hand on your shoulder and leaned towards you. “Hey. We’re going to be okay, alright? Us and Dean, we’re getting out of here. And that djinn isn’t gonna know what hit him.”

He kept his hand on your shoulder until you finally nodded in agreement, a half smile taking shape on your lips. You took a deep breath and checked the bullets in your gun and the knife hidden in your jacket as Sam checked the knife dipped in lamb’s blood and the colt in his holster one last time.

As you went through your mental checklist, you couldn’t help the bolt of fear that shot through you when you realized that the djinn could have easily killed Dean hours ago.

You shook your head at the thought. Dean was tough, and if the djinn was probably desperate to make his life force last as long as possible.

You shook out your nerves one last time before you straightened up and looked towards Sam. “Alright,” you muttered. “Let’s get this thing.”

The two of you got out of the car quietly before making your way to the door of the warehouse. Sam put a finger to his lips as he tried the door. You both made a face of surprise when the door gave way easily. Sam led the way as you crept inside, hoping against all odds that the rest of the revue would go this smoothly.

But of course, it wouldn’t really be a Winchester hunt if nothing went wrong.

As soon as you and Sam entered the building, you were ambushed by the waiting djinn. With the advantage of surprise on its side, it quickly overpowered Sam and tossed him to the side before it turned its attention toward you.

You cursed under your breath and raised your gun, knowing full well that it and your knife would do nothing to save you, since the plan had been that you would never have to face the djinn. The djinn smiled at your panic, pacing towards you swiftly.

Suddenly, Sam appeared once again behind the djinn. The djinn whirled around and just barely managed to dodge the knife that Sam swung its way.

Sam risked a glance over to you. “Go! Get Dean!”

You nodded, though he had already turned back to face the djinn.

You looked around wildly, hoping for some kind of sign as to where Dean could be. You startled when you heard faint gasping coming from one of the rooms to your right.

Dean. You sighed in relief as you followed the sound. He had probably saved himself from his fantasy world. You shuddered as you remembered what he’d had to do to escape his dream, and started moving faster.

You entered the room cautiously, gun in hand. From your left, a weak voice croaked out your name.

You whirled around to find Dean weak and bound, but utterly alive. You felt tears well up in your eyes as you ran over to him, shoving your gun back in its holster so that you could grab your knife and cut through his bindings.

Dean looked up at you and smiled weakly. “Hey, sweetheart.”

You ignored him, focused solely on setting him free. Your hands were shaking, making it harder to cut through the ropes. Finally, with an extra push, your knife cut through. You dropped it so that you could catch Dean, who slumped forward as soon as he was able to move again.

You slowly lowered the two of you to the ground, allowing him to catch his breath. “Are you okay?” you asked, a slight tremor in your voice.

Dean looked up at you, his eyes soft as he searched your face. “I’m alright.”

His gaze sharpened suddenly, and he looked around the room. “Where’s Sammy?”

Your head snapped over to the door, through which you could hear sounds of a fight. You cursed lightly under your breath as you stood.

Dean moved to stand as well, but you placed your hands on his shoulders and pushed him back lightly. “Stay here,” you ordered. “I’ll help Sam.”

“I’m not gonna-”

“Stay. Here.”

Dean eyed you stubbornly, but seemed to think better of himself, and nodded once for you to go on. He watched as you picked up your knife and handed it to him before you exited the room, jumping straight into the fight.

He sighed and leaned back against the wall behind him. Normally, he wouldn’t have stayed behind, regardless of what you or Sam said. But as he lay still against the wall, he couldn’t help but remember the dream that he’d been forced into.

You, him, and Sam. There’d been no more monsters. No fighting, no war. Just the three of you, living peacefully.

Jess had been there. She and Sam had gotten married, and Sam was the happiest man around. Or maybe not the happiest. Dean himself had been pretty happy too, with you by his side, through sickness and health. Finally free to hug and love each other freely, regardless of who was around.

He smiled as he looked back on it, but immediately broke out of his memory and jerked to attention as he heard footsteps enter the room.

Panic filled his body. Was it the djinn? Had he gotten to you and Sam? He clutched the knife you had given him in his hand, ready to make good use of it.

He heard Sam call out his name, relief filling his body. Dean opened his eyes and stood slowly, smiling at the two hunters watching him with concerned eyes. “Hey, Sammy.”

You heard Sam laugh breathlessly in relief while your eyes raked over Dean’s body, making sure that he wasn’t hiding an injury.

Dean tilted his head slightly, meeting your eyes. “I’m fine. Honest.”

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. You were aware of Sam saying something next to you, but you couldn’t focus on his words, your attention solely on Dean.

When Dean looked over at you again, a small smile on his lips and concern in his eyes, you couldn’t help yourself. You threw down your weapon and ran over, throwing yourself into his arms.

You’d never been hugged like that before.

His arms wound themselves around your body and tightened, pressing you against him. His hands were open, one resting on your shoulder and one on your side, both tugging you closer than you thought possible. His head rested on top of yours, and he murmured reassurances into your ear as he slowly rocked you side to side.

Through it all, you could faintly hear the sound of Sam leaving the room, giving the two of you some space.

When you finally pulled back, Dean’s hands didn’t leave you, instead resting on your hips as he pressed his forehead to yours.

Your hands fluttered between his shoulders, his neck, and his face as you closed your eyes and inhaled a shaky breath. “I thought you were dead.”

Dean chuckled and gave the barest shake of his head, bringing his hands up to rest them on yours where they sat cradling his face. “I wouldn’t do that to you.”

You laughed. “Because my life revolves around you?”

“Because then we’d never be able to tell Sam about us.”

You felt your face change, your smile dropping as you stepped away from Dean.

He looked back at you as his arms dropped down to his sides, hurt evident on his face. “What did I do? Are we not…?”

“No!” You exclaimed, shaking your head quickly.

You saw disappointment and shame flit across his features. You shook your head again. “I didn’t mean it like that. I meant…I just…I wasn’t sure.”

“Sure about what?”

“It’s just…” You steeled yourself. “You always pull away from me. I thought maybe you were embarrassed or something. Or maybe you just wanted me to help you feel better-”

Dean’s whole body jerked with surprise and he stepped towards you, arms outstretched. “No, sweetheart, that’s not it at all. I’m just…” He hesitated, only a step away from you as his arms dropped. “I’m not good with mushy gushy crap. You know that.”

You smiled cautiously. “I know. Nothing wrong with that.”

He nodded, unmoving.

You took a step towards him. “Maybe we could…work on it together?”

A smirk crossed his face as he reached an arm around your back and pulled you closer. “Oh, yeah?”

A laugh crossed your lips. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

Dean leaned his head down to softly brush his lips against yours. “I know.”

You felt him stiffen as you both heard footsteps re-enter the room, with Sam loudly complaining, “You guys good to go?”

You moved to pull away, muscle memory taking over, when Dean suddenly cupped your face with one hand and pressed his other hand against your back. His eyes searched yours. “Is this okay?”

Your heart was hammering against your chest, the knowledge that what you said could determine your whole relationship with both Winchesters weighing on your brain.

You heard Sam’s footsteps moving closer and smiled breathlessly. “Yeah,” you managed to say before he connected his lips to yours.

“Guys,” Sam repeated as he stepped into the room. His eyes landed on the two of you, your hands cupping Dean’s face as he pulled you closer still. He chuckled and turned away, but not before shouting, “It’s about time!”

He could hear Dean telling him where to shove it as he walked away, and he couldn’t help but laugh at the fact that the two of you genuinely believed that nobody had noticed your secret relationship these past two years.

Oh well, he thought to himself. Better late than never.

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[green-typewriterz]

Lip Balm on Papercuts - Sam Winchester

sam winchester x fem!reader

Summary: you and Sam are researching for a hunt with particularly old books Warnings: fluff, cute yet awkward Sam, season two Word count: 1k words

Dean had left you and Sam alone in the motel room roughly five minutes ago, claiming that he had to ‘pick up some items for the journey’. You assumed he just wanted to get out of research. The two of you sat at the small round table flipping through pages in hopes of finding answers about this ghost. It was meant to just be a simple salt and burn, but of course, it was never that easy. You looked over at Sam every now and then, smiling at how his hair gently fell over his eyes when he looked down at the book in his lap or how the screen gently lit up his pointed features. 

He could tell you were staring but he’d never quite catch your eye, You were too quick for him but he swore that in the gentle light coming from the lamp in the corner, he could see a faint blush on your cheeks. You flipped a page of the old book you had brought back from the local library and hissed when it sliced your finger, giving you a rather harsh paper cut. Sam looked up at you worriedly, laughing to himself when he saw you gently cradling your pointer finger with your other hand as if it were a hurt baby. 

He leaned over. “Another paper cut?” He asked, sighing when you nodded. Sam looked over to the open draw and saw that they didn’t have a single plaster left in sight - they had been used up by the amount of research the two had done. 

“I just don’t understand how, after all of the hunting we’ve done, a papercut is still the most painful thing in the world.” You complained and Sam smiled, the dimples in his cheeks making you look away from him. You looked out the window to distract yourself from him, gently blowing on your finger to attempt to stop the pain - you never really knew why you did this with small superficial cuts but it always seemed to help.

“I’ve heard lip balm can help soothe it,” Sam spoke and you looked back over to see him smiling gently before sticking his hands into his coat pockets. He frowned when he came out empty-handed. 

You watched him as he searched around for the lip balm, not really focusing on the injury anymore but rather on how sweet it was that he was doing this for you. Sam turned to face you again looking defeated. “It’s fine Sam, it doesn’t hurt that much anymore.” He shook his head, determined. 

Sam took your hand and inspected the tiny cut and you laughed at how he was making a mountain out of a molehill. Then, rather unexpectedly, he softly brought his lips to your finger and kissed the papercut. Your brows raised as heat turned your ears red. He pulled back and you noticed that he too was blushing. He scratched the back of his neck and laughed awkwardly as sank in what he had done. “I had some lip balm on…so.” He almost immediately got back to work, typing on his laptop as you stared at him, noticing the small awkward smile that played on his lips. He stood up after a minute or so and went to grab another book from his bag. When he leant over, a few things fell out of his jacket pockets and you immediately bent down to help him. Sam’s eyes widened in embarrassment as you picked up a strawberry lip balm and realised he was lying. “Uh,” He began awkwardly, “Maybe I did have some.” He attempted, but the blush on his cheeks gave him away. 

You smiled and walked over, handing it back to him, “If you wanted to kiss me you could’ve just said so, Sam.” You spoke and he blushed even harder, quickly putting everything back into his pockets. You stepped closer, suddenly feeling a wave of confidence as you realised he felt the same for you. 

You both stood in silence for a moment, both trying to think of what to say until you got an idea. “Sam, I’ve got another papercut,” you began and he looked into your eyes with confusion, “it’s in an odd place though. I fell asleep on my book so I’ve got a small cut on my lip, do you think you could use the lip balm to soothe it?” 

Eventually, he put two and two together, smiling at your request before replying, “I would, but I can’t seem to find it.” He inched closer, “But… I am wearing some if you wouldn’t mind?”

You grinned and closed the gap, pressing your lips to his with a gentle smile. His lips were soft and tasted very softly of the strawberry chapstick that he had ‘lost’. He placed his hand on the back of your neck and deepened the kiss, his other hand sliding over your waist. You doubted that either of you would’ve pulled away anytime soon had Dean not walked in singing some Guns N’ Roses song.

He stopped in his tracks, nearly dropping his groceries as a smile spread over his features. “Nice lipstick, Sammy.” He mocked and Sam looked into the window of the motel to see your shimmery lipgloss smudged onto his face. He looked at you and smiled awkwardly before looking back at Dean. Neither of you really knew what to say and the older hunter's almost giddy grin became increasingly annoying. Eventually, you decided to call it a night and headed to your room, feeling your phone vibrate in your pocket as you sat down on your bed.

Sam: If you ever get a papercut on your lip again, I’m always here :]

You grinned at his response but didn’t reply, feeling too giddy to type. So instead you fell back onto your bed, smiling to yourself at how the evening had gone. Dean would most definitely lecture the both of you individually in the morning (well less of a lecture and more of a congratulations) but you brushed that off, falling asleep in the hope that you would dream about kissing Sam again.

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[wildgirllz]

Here's a thought of an idea I had for SPN. Basically Sam and Dean ask Castiel to search all the realities for the most powerful person to help them.

So the three of them stand in the readers bedroom ...

Sam "so she is the most powerful?"

Cas "yes, she is the one that will help us"

Dean "but she's just a kid!"

Just an idea haha, you don't have to use it. Just thought it'd be a fun meta-thingy haha

Ofc!! Here you go <3

Castiel x Fem!teen!witch!reader - Dean Winchester x Fem!teen!witch!reader - Sam Winchester x Fem!teen!witch!reader (all platonic)

Sam, Dean, and Castiel stood in the small, cluttered bedroom of (Y/n). She was a young girl, barely a teenager, with wild hair and an even wilder personality. They had come to her because Castiel had searched all the realities and deemed her the most powerful person to help them in their fight against evil.

"So she’s the most powerful?" Sam asked, looking at Castiel in disbelief.

Castiel nodded. "Yes, she is the one that will help us," he said. "Trust me."

"But she's just a kid!" Dean exclaimed, throwing his hands up in frustration.

(Y/n) looked up at him, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Hey, I'm not just a kid," she said. "I'm a powerful witch."

Dean raised an eyebrow at her. "A witch?" he asked skeptically.

(Y/n) nodded, grinning. "Yep. I've been practicing magic since I was a little kid."

Sam looked at her in amazement. "That's incredible," he said.

Castiel cleared his throat, bringing their attention back to the matter at hand. "We need your help," he said to (Y/n). "The world is in danger, and we need the most powerful person to help us."

(Y/n) nodded, her expression serious. "I'll do whatever I can to help," she said.

Dean sighed, looking at his younger brother and Castiel. "I can't believe we're trusting a kid to help us," he muttered.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes. "I'm not just any kid," she said. "I'm the most powerful person in all the realities, remember?"

Dean glared at her, but he couldn't help but feel a little impressed. He had never met anyone as confident as (Y/n) before.

"Alright," he said finally. "Let's do this."

They spent the next few hours planning their attack, with (Y/n) contributing ideas and spells that the Winchesters and Castiel had never even heard of before. It was clear that she was a force to be reckoned with, and Dean couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by her.

As they were getting ready to leave, Sam turned to (Y/n). "Thank you for your help," he said. "We couldn't have done it without you."

(Y/n) grinned at him. "Anytime," she said.

Dean looked at her, his expression softening. "You're pretty amazing, you know that?" he said.

(Y/n) blushed, looking down at her feet. "Thanks," she muttered.

Castiel smiled at her. "We will remember your bravery," he said. "Thank you for everything."

They said their goodbyes, and as they left the room, Dean couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for (Y/n). She may have been young, but she was definitely a force to be reckoned with.

As they got in the car, Sam turned to his brother. "You know," he said, grinning. "I think we just found our new hunter."

Dean rolled his eyes. "You're crazy," he said. "But maybe you're right."

And as they drove off into the night, the Winchesters and Castiel knew that they had found a powerful ally in (Y/n). She may have been just a kid, but she was a kid with incredible powers and a heart of gold. They were lucky to have her on their side.

Feel free to leave more requests!! <3

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[nyxiswrites1200]

🩵𝑺𝒂𝒎'𝒔 𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍🩵

Sam Winchester x Fem!reader

Warnings: NSFT, MDNI, Crushing, friends to lovers, pet names, Sexual tension, Mellow sexual thoughts, Size kink, p in v, nipple play, multiple rounds, oral sex, praise kink, aftercare

Mentions: She/her reader pronouns, Reader wears a skirt, Reader is implied to be shorter than Sam, Imagining early seasons Sam, Dean is present

"In a world of boys, he's a gentleman"

AN: uhh I know I died for like a month but supernatural brain rot is incoming. Sam girl for life <3 anyhow, happy holidays loves. This is so self-indulging, sorry babes.

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Sam Winchester is an awkward man. He's so respectful he doesn't know what to do with himself sometimes. But don't mistake his sweet attitude for a lack of attraction.

When you bend over to pick his book up off the floor for him, he notices your skirt sliding up your thighs. He quickly looks away as he runs a hand through the back of his messy brown hair.

Sam always opens the door of the Impala for you when you join him and Dean on road trips. He notices the way you let your hand brush over his arm as you help yourself into the car. Dean just lets out a small laugh as he climbs into the driver's seat.

Sam watches you saunter around the motel room in his shirt. Under the claim that 'it's just more comfortable'. He loves the way your figure is swallowed up by his larger clothes.

Sometimes it was almost degrading how respectful he was. In truth, you were trying to get his attention. To catch him peaking under your skirt, getting hard from seeing you in his shirt, or him finally being pushed over the edge by your 'discreet' affectionate touches. You swore you were gonna have to climb in his lap and say "fuck me" for him to actually do it.

In truth, Sam wasn't oblivious to what you wanted. Rather he was too kind to give it to you. He thought you were so precious that he needed to deny you. Sleeping with you would be too personal, too intimate and he wouldn't be able to let go of you after.

Dean let out a small laugh, Sam and him were alone in the hotel room while you went to go get dinner for the three. "What, Dean?" Sam asked in his partially sassy attitude as he read through his book. "Nothing nothing...it's just funny watching her pawn for you. Think you might be hurtin' her feelings." Dean smirked as he looked over at his little brother. Sam sighed in response, knowing he could only be talking about you. "I'm not that stupid, I know what she wants...I just..." he ran a hand through his hair "I don't think I should". "Sammy" Dean inquires "Look, she knows what we do. She hasn't gone running yet and she's perfectly human, there's nothing dangerous about that girl" he chuckles. "I know you're afraid because of what happened but...I think this might be something worth risking".

Sam let Dean's words simmer in his thoughts all night. For once he might actually agree with his older brother.

The next night you and Sam were alone. You finally spilled, being brutally honest. Sam watched with a bit of shock as you admitted how you'd be pawning for him. All your actions had a purpose and how bad you wanted to be his girlfriend. You almost wanted to cry with how emotionally overwhelmed this made you trying to explain yourself.

"Lovely, I'm sorry..." Sam stands as he cups your cheek and tilts your head up to meet his gaze. "I know you want me but I was being selfish because I know if I...indulge myself in you, I won't be able to let you go ever again." he explained, his voice was so gentle and his eyes reminded you of a puppy with the way he looked at you. "Maybe...I'm a little selfish too" you chime in "I just...I wanna be yours so bad that I don't really care what happens".

Those words alone tumbled the tension between both of you over the edge. Sam's kisses were soft then heated and needy. He had you pushed against the motel wall while both of you discarded your clothes. His larger figure covered you as he kissed you desperately. His hands engulfed your hips as he gripped them.

Once you two were on the bed, his hands fondled your breasts, teasing your nipples between his fingers. His chest pressed into your back as he kissed along your neck. You reached back to tangle a hand into his hair.

Sam was so sweet but he was a fucking god in bed. He knew exactly where to kiss, fondle, and tease. Nothing but deeply slurred words of "How does that feel?", "You okay?", "Taking me so well, lovely", and "Good girl...". You went three rounds with him...

He rubbed your clit and toyed with your nipples, leaving kisses and sucking up your neck. You came on his fingers, feeling him stretch you open. You wanted to watch his strong hands fuck into you so bad.

He nestled himself between your thighs. His tongue lapping up your first orgasm. You watched as you tugged on his hair, noticing the dominant look in his eyes. His hands gripping your thighs to keep them spread as you squirmed beneath him. His lips wrapped around your clit and sucked on it until he fucked his tongue inside you while you came again.

Then finally he fills you with his cock, only after making sure you were okay. He had you stuffed to the brim, grunts and moans leaving him with each thrust. He pressed his forehead against yours as he kissed your cervix with the tip of his dick.

When you came for a third time, he let you ride your high until he pulled out and finished on your stomach. A gentleman as always, not stuffing you with his cum on the first night. Even if you wouldn't have minded.

Sam carefully cleaned you up in the bath. Warm water envelops you both. He placed a soft kiss on your shoulder and gently rubbed your side as he cleaned you up. His actions are no longer lustful, this was just affectionate. "Did you enjoy yourself? Wasn't too much?" he asked softly, his expression back to looking like a puppy. "I'm fine, Sammy. It was perfect..." You smiled and kissed him softly.

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[mggsv]

April Showers

f!reader x Dean Winchester (18+)

summary: you and dean take a shower together while he has the bunker to himself (otherwise sam would kill him if he knew about you)

warnings: shower sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), slight dom!dean, pussy eating, minor spanking

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“Don’t drop me.” You forced out, legs twitching as they draped around his muscular shoulders. Your eyes fluttered shut, feeling Dean’s tongue run over your clit. The warm water ran over your body perfectly, but drenching Dean, who’s face was buried between your sweet spot. His tongue lapped at your folds, a deep groan of satisfaction leaving his lips. “Dean…” you breathe deeply. You could feel your eyes rolling slightly, you didn’t want to open them. You were in good hands.

“Mm..” he murmurs, tongue slipping deeper into your sex. You could barely hold onto the railing on the wall, one you were gripping onto so hard. You felt yourself slipping with everything brush of his nose against your clit. “Shit-“ you gasp, your orgasm nearing, your stomach warming. Dean placed his hand on your tummy, moving it up to your nipples. You whimper softly, whispering his name as your hole squeezed around his tongue.

Suddenly the water pouring over the both of you ceased to exist. Your world felt like the angels themselves were calling you. “Dean-“ You moaned out, back arching- your hands losing their grip on the rail and your upper body up as your orgasm rushed over you. You don’t know when it happened, but soon you were in his arms while he stared down at you, hands wrapped around your waist. His perfect pink lips kissing your own.

“I can’t wait to fuck you.” He groans into your mouth, pushing you against the tiled wall. He was hard and waiting, but man did you love when he kissed you…how his tongue that just devoured you was now exploring your mouth. “Fuck me.” you breathe. He pulls back, turning your body around. You arch your back, reaching up to hold the rail once more, Dean’s cock slipping into you with ease (though you still hissed at being filled with his length).

“Did you feel that?” you could hear the smirk on his face. You groan. He slipped his cock out of your hole, his tip rubbing against your sensitive bud. “Hm?” He smacks your ass, earning another groan from you. “Yes..I felt it.” Just how much he filled you…how thick his cock was, how badly you craved his release inside of you. His cock fills you once more, your eyes rolling while he fucked you just the way you liked it.

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“So..how long has this been going on?” Cas looks over at Sam from the kitchen entrance- Sam drinking a beer while he read a book. Your moans could be heard from where they stood. Cas awkwardly stood there, looking at Sam with a slight concerned look. “ ‘Bout two months in the bunker. Before that it was..the backseat.”

“…Oh”

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[deantavias]

oh yeah i love reading (fan-fictions to dissociate).

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