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fuiabarcelos · 9 months

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Supernatural (Taylor’s version)

Hello hunters and Swifties!

I love reading supernatural stories inspired by songs and I'm addicted to Taylor Swift, so I decided to recommend stories inspired by her songs.

If I find more stories I might think about doing a part 2 or an update.

1 - Speak Now: By @darling-i-read-it

“Based on the song speak now”

Info: One shot - 1100 Words

Warnings: “Hexing being a bad thing, weddings, Fluff.” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Speak Now.

2 - Speak Now: By @bi-bard

“(Season 7, Episode 8) During a trip that was meant to be a vacation, (Y/n) and Dean are met with some very surprising new from Sam and an old face.”

The author didn't say if it's really inspired by taylor's song, I just deduced that it was. If I'm wrong, I'm sorry.

Info: One shot - 1695 Words.

Warnings: “Drugging, threats of violence” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Speak Now.

3 - When I saw your face: By @seriesxwriting

The story of how enchanted it was to meet Sam Winchester.

Info: One shot - 2069 Words.

Warnings: “Drinking, swearing?” - Warnings described by the creator.

Song: Enchanted.

4 - I Remember it All Too Well: By @bi-bard

“The story of the two hunters that lasted far longer than they should’ve. Each chapter shows that Sam and (Y/n) were either meant to last a lifetime or fall apart at the seams. (I used season 11 as a reference for ages)”

Info: One shot - 4905 Words.

Warnings: “Break-up, unhealthy relationship, arguing, cussing, I made Sam a terrible person and I'm not sorry about it.” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: All too well (10 minute version).

5 - All You Had to do Was Stay: By @hellooo-tricksters

“When Sam jumped into the pit, you were devastated, you thought you would never get him back. Then he returns and he is not who he used to be, he is rude, aggressive and cheats on you. He goes, and after a year he returns at your door.”

Info: One shot - 2172 Words.

Warnings: “Swearing, a little angst and maybe a little fluff too.” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: All you had to do was stay.

6 - How You Get the Girl: By @hellooo-tricksters

“ It has been 6 months since you’ve last seen Sam. And now he decides to show up? “

Info: One shot - 1627 Words.

Warnings: “Swearing, smut if you squint I think…” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: How You get the girl.

7 - Welcome to New York: By @d-s-winchester

An AU series, where each chapter is inspired by a song from the album 1989.

Info: Series - 13 Chapters.

Warnings: “Angst, drinking, language, smut sorta” (Most of the chapters have no warning.) Warnings described by the creator.

Songs: Welcome to New York, Blank space, Style, Out of the Woods, All You Had To Do Was Stay, Shake it off, I Wish You Would, Bad blood, Wildest Dreams, How You Get The Girl, This Love, I Know Places and Clean.

8 - Gorgeous: By @justagirlinafandomworld

“Sam Winchester ruined your life. And he might know it.”

Info: Drabble - 100 words.

Warnings: “Secondhand embarrassment probably. Maybe feel a little called out?” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Gorgeous.

9 - Paper rings: By @bi-bard

“(Season 12) After everything happened with the British Men of Letters and the return of Mary Winchester, Sam does a lot of thinking about his future. Specifically, his future with his partner.”

The author didn't say if it's really inspired by taylor's song, I just deduced that it was. If I'm wrong, I'm sorry.

Info: Drabble - 983 Words.

Warnings: “Mentions of torture” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Paper rings.

10 - The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me: By @bi-bard

“(Season 7) Sam had been struggling since he had come back from the cage. As his condition worsens, (Y/n) tries everything to help him.”

Info: Drabble - 746 Words

Warnings: “hallucinations, past trauma” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Peace.

11 - Look at this idiotic fool that you made me: By @bi-bard

“(Y/n) finally puts their foot down with Sam. Sam trips over it.”

Info: Drabble - 787 Words

Warnings: “mentions of sex” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: illicit affairs

1 - Head First, Fearless: By @swiftlymoniquesblog

“ “But you’re just so cool, run your hands through your hair, absent mindedly makin’ me want you” from Fearless by Taylor Swift!”

Info: One shot - 2048 Words

Warnings: All the fluff! - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Fearless.

2 - Enchanted: By @d-s-winchester

“All I can say is I was, Enchanted to meet you”

Info: One shot - 1428 Words.

Warnings: “Language, fluff” - Warnings described by the creator.

Song: Enchanted.

3 - Speak now: By @d-s-winchester

“Speak now or forever hold your peace”

Info: One shot - 1305 Words.

Warnings: “None.” - Warnings described by the creator.

Song: Speak Now.

4 - Red: By @d-s-winchester

“Missing him was dark gray, all alone”

Info: One shot -1048 Words

Warnings: “Sadness, heartbreak, death, dealing with death” - Warnings described by the creator.

Song: Red.

5 - All to well: By @the-winchester-pie

Info: One shot - 2071 Words

Warnings: Angst?

Song: All too well.

6 - I’d Say I Love You Even at Your Darkest: By @bi-bard

“Doubt and guilt creeps in and convinces Dean to run for the hills. (Y/n) refuses to let Dean believe that they would ever be happier without him.”

Info: One shot - 1838 Words.

Warnings: “Self-doubt, arguing, cussing” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Forever winter.

7 - Style: By @hellooo-tricksters

“Dean and the reader are in a no strings attached relationship since they met on a hunt. It passionate, steamy and complicated, but they keep returning on the same path, not matter which road they take.”

Info: One shot - 1869 Words.

Warnings: “Slight smut, mainly mentioning of it, maybe swearing, cheating?” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Style.

8 - Dorothea: By @imaginestuffs

“Dean “doesn’t like” your music, or so he says.”

Info: Drabble - 913 Words.

Warnings: “ A few curse words I believe, and fluff!!” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Dorothea.

9 - Bloodmoonlit: By @moonlightspencie

“ Six years of friendship with more simmering beneath the surface. They thought they had no chance (but that’s romance).”

Info: One shot - 5400 Words.

Warnings: “Drinking (a lot of it tbh), both of em being massive dorks, 18+ pls bc it gets mildly spicy at the end.” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Glitch.

1 - I'll Let You In: By @bi-bard

“(Season 7 + 9) After gaining his memory back, Castiel has to leave to go help the Winchesters. (Y/n) promises to leave the door open to him. They weren’t expecting him to actually come back.”

Info: One shot - 2490 Words.

Warnings: “Mentions of death” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: That’s When.

2 - Shake it off: By @kaz2y5-imagines

Dean and Sam find you and Castiel dancing "Shake it off" in the bunker.

Info: One shot - 1696 Words.

Warnings: None?

Song: Shake it off.

3 - Bad blood: By @hellooo-tricksters

“Castiel finds the reader after they broke up 3 months ago. It was ugly, hard and painful, but now, now she works for Crowley. She’s a demon and she’s got all the right ways to show him what he did to her. He’ll pay.”

Info: One shot - 1439 Words.

Warnings: “Swearing, torture...slightly… Demon!Reader” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Bad blood.

4 - My lover: By @swiftlymoniquesblog

Info: Drabble - 574 Words.

Warnings: Fluff, slight mention of relationship doubts

Song: Lover.

5 - I'm setting off, but not without my muse: By @bi-bard

“ Monsters are known for terrifying people. Some monsters even scare themselves.”

Info: One shot - 1575 Words.

Warnings: “Character death, angst, suicide (seriously, read with caution)” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: The lakes.

6 - And if I didn't know better, I'd think you were talking to me now: By @bi-bard

“ (Y/n) had grown up with the Winchesters, but Castiel was the one who really took on a father role over the years. (Y/n) has to cope with losing him and having someone else claim to be his kid.”

Info: Drabble - 866 words

Warnings: “Mentions of death, grieving, Child!Reader” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Marjorie.

7 - Safe and sound: By @d-s-winchester

Info: One shot - 1231 Words.

Warnings: None - Warnings described by the creator.

Song: Safe and sound.

If you guys know of more supernatural stories inspired by taylow swift songs, let me know as I might put them in part 2/update.

Enjoy the stories!

To the writers: You are amazing!

#sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #supernatural #supernatural x reader #sam winchesterxreader #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #sam winchester x you #castiel #castiel x reader #castiel x you #taylor swift #the eras tour #fanfic rec #fic rec #recs

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cyarskaren1999-blog · 7 months

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fuiabarcelos

2h ago

Bingo: Taylor Swift Songs

Champagne problems: Is love pain?

Champagne problems: Amar é sofrer?

#sam winchester x reader #sam winchester #supernatural #supernatural x reader #sam winchesterxreader #sammy #fanfic rec #bingo #taylor swift bingo #taylor swift #the eras tour

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alicewonderao3 · 1 year

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Scent

Summary: Orange and bergamot always meant fear and pain.

Pairings: Dark!Steve Rogersxreader, Dean Winchesterxreader

Warnings: attempted kidnapping, hair pulling, bruises.

Authors note: The word I got was scent. This is what I came up with. Life has not been kind to me lately, so hopefully, this sleepover can help me work some things out. I had no beta, so all grammar and spelling mistakes are mine. Thanks, @the-slumberparty

Bright citrus and bergamot hung in the bunker, softly wafting under my nose and waking me up. I shot up like a light, the scent instantly taking me back to New York and the Tower. My heart raced in my chest as I was suddenly overcome by memories. I tried to stop myself before panic could take over, reminding myself that he didn't even know where I was, but even through the deep breaths, the panic lingered on the edges of my mind.

I slowly got out of bed, tugging on one of Dean's flannels, and eased the door open. The scent was faint here, outside the door, but I slowly followed it along the hallway, past the library, and down the hall again, nervousness slowly taking over the closer I edged to the kitchen. The scent was stronger here, and I gently pushed the door open to where the scent was the strongest.

But there was nothing. No one lingered behind the door in the dark and the kitchen was as quiet as it was yesterday before I'd gone to bed. I took a deep, steadying breath and turned around to go back to bed, already chastising myself for being scared over nothing when I smelled it again.

This time it was right in front of my nose, the cheerful notes of orange and bergamot almost gleefully laughing at me now. This was no dream. I kept my eyes closed, the scent of orange permeating my entire being. I didn't want to open my eyes, didn't want to be faced with reality, but I slowly opened my eyes to see Steve standing there in front of me.

I felt my heart sink. He'd found me. Somehow, some way, he'd found me. I didn't try to hide my expression, didn't try to hide the sadness and anger that swept over me in large waves, threatening to bring me down.

Steve met my gaze, his eyes both cold and happy at the same time. "I told you, sweetheart, that I would find you no matter where you went. It's time to come home." I could hear the soft command in his voice, knew he was serious. But I couldn't make my feet move, couldn't do anything but pray silently to Cas, hoping he'd hear me.

I stayed still, "No." My one thought was spoken softly at first, but I was firmer as I repeated myself. "No, I won't go." Steve didn't say anything, but his angry expression spoke volumes. He reached out and grabbed my arm, twisting it hard as he drove me back towards the bedrooms. I tried to stop him but I was no match for a super soldier no matter how hard I tried to fight.

He shoved me towards the bedrooms as the soft woosh of wings filled the bunker. Cas. I heard his footsteps and turned around, running toward the sound of his voice calling out my name. Steve was hot on my heels, and he caught up with me before yanking me back toward him as I rounded the corner, my eyes catching on not just Cas, but Dean too.

I fell onto the floor, wincing as Steve yanked me back by my hair. The only thing I could smell in the air now was strong and sharp, like the air before a thunderstorm. Over my head, the men traded barbs as the air almost became electrified, the scents swirling and sparking in the air. The fight would have been comical had I been paying attention to how short it was.

Cas and Sam, who I didn't even know was there, managed to subdue Steve, shoving him towards the entrance of the bunker even as he promised me he'd find me again. His voice rang out even as the Angel held him back, "There is nowhere you can't run, sweetheart."

His words echoed in my head as I stared at Dean, a bruise slowly forming on his face. My face grew hot, my eyes pricked with tears and I felt my lip wobble as I stared at him. He opened his arms and I flew across the room toward him, his soft grunt reached my ears I collided with him.

He held me tightly in his arms, whispering in my hair, and the scent of orange and bergamot was slowly replaced by the soft, earthly scent of sage, the woody scent of cedar and florals. I closed my eyes and breathed in Dean's scent, the panic receding as I calmed down. This feeling of warmth spread through my chest, this was home.

Right here in Dean's arms, safe and protected, just like he always promised me, was the scent of sage and cedar and it would always be what I loved best.

#navy and roo sleepover #writer warm up #scent

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sams-kinky-girl · 5 years

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Sweet Tooth

(GIF Not Mine)

Summary: Sam meets a girl who works at a bakery.

Word Count: 700

A/N: This is a completely fluff-filled, self-indulgence and I am not sorry at all. I hope you enjoy!

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“No Dean,” sighed the tall man. “We don’t need any more pie.” The two hunters had just finished a case in a small town and were walking back to where they parked the Impala when they passed by the small bakery. There was a small hand drawn sign in the window that read: Home-Made Pie, Baked Fresh Daily! This was the sign that caught Dean’s attention.

“Nonsense Sammy!” Dean exclaimed already halfway through the door. “We always need more pie.” Sam could do nothing but follow his brother into the shop.

The inside of the bakery smelt amazing. Dean made a bee-line straight for the massive glass case full of sweets and baked goods. Sam however was frozen just inside the door. Sitting behind the register was a girl. Most might call her plain, but Sam thought she was absolutely perfect. Her (Y/H/C) hair was pulled back in a tight bun, and she wore a large cardigan around her frame. It almost looked like a blanket rather than a piece of clothing. She was wearing a pair of glasses that slid down her nose which was buried so deep in the thick book she was reading she hadn’t yet noticed the two men. Sam was grateful for the moment he had to compose himself before he approached her.

He gently cleared his throat and the girl jumped. “Sorry,” Sam said with a small smile. “My name is Sam and that’s Dean.”

It was the girls turn to get her thoughts in order. Standing before her was the most gorgeous man she had ever laid eyes on. The other man was also handsome but he had nothing on the giant with the soft eyes. It took her a few breaths to pull herself together enough to speak. “Welcome to the bakery! What can I get for you two gentlemen?”

Dean scoffed at the word, “I don’t know about gentlemen, but I gotta have one of those pies. Do you have cherry?” The girl hopped down off of her stool and walked over to stand behind the case.

“As a matter of fact we do. They just came out of the oven a few minutes ago, I think they are still warm,” she said and her words made Dean practically drool on the glass. The girl gently took out one of the pies out and expertly wrapped it in a box. She handed the box to dean and turned back to Sam. “Is there anything I can get for you?”

Dean answered before Sam had a chance, “Him? Oh no he doesn’t eat sweets. He’s too full of rabbit food.” The glare Sam sent Dean was murderous.

The girl giggled and Sam’s annoyance vanished instantly. “Well then, Bugs,” she smiled at him. “How about my famous carrot cake cupcakes? They’re my signature item.”

“Sure, they sound great,” Sam quickly replied before Dean had a chance to open his mouth again. “I’ll take two, please.” The girl quickly placed two of the treats into a small box and placed it atop the pie box in Dean’s hands. She then slipped back over to the register to tally up their total. Sam paid while Dean shouted a quick thanks over his shoulder already headed out the door. “So,” Sam began, “I never caught your name.”

“Oh, sorry,” the girl blushed. “It’s (Y/N). No one ever bothers to remember it anyway. They don’t seem to care”

“Well, I definitely care,” Sam said softly. “I was actually gonna ask if I could take you out sometime, maybe for dinner or just some drinks or something?” He looked a little embarrassed as he asked.

The blush on (Y/N)’s cheeks deepened. “Sure,” she smiled up at him. “I get done tonight at 5.”

Sam grinned widely, “Perfect. I’ll come back then and pick you up?” (Y/N) nodded.

As Sam left the bakery, his steps felt lighter and he would swear the sun felt warmer than usual on his skin. Dean noticed the change in his brothers demeanor instantly. “I’m going to the bar alone tonight aren’t I?” He asked.

“Yes,” Sam replied with a slight smirk. “And I’m gonna need the car.”

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thewnchstrs · 6 years

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“It’s been a long time since I’ve done something like this, and I- I really don’t want to mess this up.”

#supernatural #supernatural imagines #spn #spn imagines #imagines #sam #sam winchester #sam x reader #samxreader #sam winchester x reader #sam winchesterxreader #jared padalecki #fanfiction #fanfic #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fanfic

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fictionalabyss · 6 years

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I’m going to miss Mystery Man.

Pairing : Sam x Plussize!Reader (Eventual), Garth x Reader (briefly), Sam x Random bar girl (briefly), Dean, Benny, Jo, Gadreel

Word count : 2,363

Warnings : date night starts off good, then goes sideways. Sexual acts (blink and it’s gone), possessive Sam, sweet Garth, Jo’s just trying to do her job, Reader fights back -eye for an eye, or lay for a lay.

Part 5 of The Mobster’s girl.

Your weekend was fairly quiet, but come Monday morning, you were anxious. You had looked outside for your car when you woke up, but that damn new one still sat in your spot. You were currently nursing a coffee and almost regretting throwing the keys in his face. Because you were pretty sure he’d not bother, considering how you screamed at him, and that left you two choices. Call in, and spend your day trying to find a car you could afford, which was none. Or take the bus until you could save up enough to buy a car. And taking the bus meant you had to leave in ten minutes or be late.

You sighed, accepting that you weren’t getting your car back and put your mug down. As you started to stand, there was a knock on your door. “That better be my car.” You said, loud enough for whoever it was to hear you.

You pulled the door open, and there stood Benny. “Morning.” he greeted you. He was wearing his usual hat, but it wasn’t pulled down over his face as much, this time. He held up a key.

“Wrong car. Try again.” You slammed the door in his face and headed back to your kitchen, putting all your things together to head out to work.

You heard your door open, and footfalls enter your apartment. You spun around to start yelling at him, but the sheer size of the man who walked into the room had you speechless. “This is your car.” He slammed the key onto the table. “Take it.”

“I told you I wanted my car, Mystery man. The one I bought when I was in college. I want it back.”

“No can do, sweetheart. It doesn’t exist anymore.”

“You scrapped my car!?”

“Barely.” He scoffed. “It was a piece of shit, I did you a favor.”

You clenched your jaw. “I loved that car.”

“Love doesn’t keep a car moving, sweetheart.” You opened your mouth, but he cut you off when he raised his hand. “I had my mechanic look at it. You’re car was just about finished. Just take the new car. I bought it for you, it’s yours.”

“Don’t call me sweetheart.” You grabbed your purse and shoved past him. “And get the fuck out, I need to leave if I’m going to make it on time, since I’m stuck with taking the bus.”

“Are you always this fucking stubborn?” He asked, his tone revealing just how frustrating he was.

“Are you always this fucking arrogant?” You spun on him.

“Yes.” Benny mumbled from by the door.

“I don’t want your car and I don’t want your fucking money. I want you to get the fuck out of my house and leave me alone!” His jaw clenched, but he made no move to leave. “What do you want!?” You screamed at him, ignoring the pounding that came from upstairs.

He grabbed the key, and grabbed your hand, placing the key in it and shutting your hand around it. “I want you to take the fucking car.”

“Get out.” You growled up at him defiantly. “And leave me the fuck alone.”

That had been three weeks ago. You were stuck with the damn car, but at least nothing else was being sent to you. No more gifts from your mystery man. You were both relieved and sad. Some small part of you loved the idea of a man, especially one that good looking, taking care of you. But it was a very small part.

Tonight, you had a date. Your first one in a while. You were anxious, because the guy wanted to go to Purgatory. You tried convincing him to go elsewhere, that there was someone you were avoiding there, but he reassured you that he knew the owner, and if this ‘asshole’ was there, he could get him tossed out for you. It sounded like more bravado than promise, but maybe you’d get lucky and your Mystery man just wouldn’t be there. One of your friends from work who went there often had never seen the man you described, so he obviously wasn’t there all the time.

You were in a tight black dress, belted at the waist to show off your curves better, and heels. “He’s cute.” You muttered to yourself as you looked in the mirror. “He seems nice, and he’s cute. You deserve nice and cute. It could work. At the very least, you get laid tonight and never hear from him again. And is that really so- oh god, why am I talking to myself.” You turned and walked away from the mirror.

An hour later, you were walking into the club, and you saw him sitting by the bar. Smiling you made your way over. “Hey, Garth.”

He grinned as he stood. “Wow, you look- wow.” He chuckled, and you blushed.

“Thanks.”

As you sat down next to him, the bartender from the last time came over and put drinks in front of you both. “Thanks, Jo.” She gave him a nod, but gave you an unreadable look as she walked away. “Sorry, I kinda have a regular drink, I hope you don’t mind.”

You smiled. “Not at all.” It was a dark liquid in a tall glass, you expected maybe jack and coke, but when you took a sip you glanced down at it then back at him. “Is this just a coke?”

He laughed and nodded. “Yeah, honestly, I’m not a big drinker. I just figured, this is kinda what people do, and maybe you’d like a drink to ease into it.” He shrugged. “But I figure, start off with this for a first drink. Maybe it’ll reassure you I’m not some weirdo.”

“Little bit of a weirdo.” the fingers you showed him were virtually touching. “But it’s probably because of the coke as a first drink. Plus, if you weren’t I might not be here.” He smiled at that and took a sip of his own drink as he watched you drink yours. “Besides, I think I like this not drinking thing. Maybe I’ll join you in that for tonight.”

He grinned. “You don’t have to do that.” Garth really was very sweet. He was interesting, and yet interested in you. Small touches here and there, but never once making you feel uncomfortable or pushing you in any way. He seemed to be genuinely happy just to have you there and talking with him, though there were the slightly seductive undertones that appeared from time to time, but “Hey, you started it.”

You laughed, hand gently touching his thigh for a moment, and then you excused yourself to the restroom. Time had flown by in his presence, you had been sitting there just talking and laughing for two hours.

After doing your business, you took a moment in the mirror and bit your bottom lip. Tonight was going good. Best night in months, really. You smiled to yourself, cheeks flushing red as you thought of what could come later. Taking a deep breath, you washed your hands, and headed back out after drying them.

Your smiled at him as you got back on the stool. “Okay, so I know this is probably very forward of me, and I can’t even blame the alcohol for this, but would you like to get out of here?”

He gave you a sweet but reserved smile, and yours faded instantly. “I’d like to-”

“But?”

He looked down for a second. “You didn’t tell me you were Sam’s girl.”

Your brow furrowed. “Who?”

He looked up again. “Sam Winchester?”

You shrugged. “I have no idea who that is. Nor am I anyone’s girl.”

“He owns this place.” He motioned up towards the second floor. You glanced up, and you could see Benny moving around. “Sorry, but Sam is one person who’s bad side I don’t want to be on. Jo says you were here to see him a few weeks ago.”

You turned your glare on Jo as she served people drinks and avoided looking at you. “Yeah, and I told him to leave me the fuck alone.”

“Well, I’m sorry, but he put the word out. You’re his.” He told you honestly. “I had a great time otherwise.” He smiled, and you nodded sadly. “Need a ride home?”

“Nope. Probably going to have that drink now. Or twelve.”

“Go easy, and be safe.” He gave you a chaste kiss on the cheek then nodded to Jo before he got up and left.

You sat there seething for a moment. But when Jo put a beer in front of you, you snapped. “That pompous son of a bitch!” People turned as you got up and headed for the stairs. Gadreel stepped in front of the stairs, but you put a hand to his chest and gave him a shove. “Out of my fucking way.”

Gadreel looked up at Benny who appeared at the top of the stairs. Benny nodded to the man, but took your arm in his hand when you tried to pass him. “He ain’t taking visitors right now, ‘cher.”

“Where the fuck is he?”

Dean emerged from another room, and took one look at Benny trying to calm you down, and glanced to the room he knew his brother was in. And you just happened to catch that glance. “You don’t want to go in there.” Benny warned you.

“Like hell I don’t.” You shoved him off you and stormed to the door.

Throwing it open, you froze for a second. It wasn’t an office, it was a bedroom. And Sam was in the middle of the bed completely naked while some girl you had seen by the bar earlier rode him. He glanced over at you, and in that moment, rage filled your every fiber.

You moved in swift strides until you were next to the bed, and before the woman could react, you grabbed a fist full of hair and yanked her off of him, her body hitting the floor. “Get out.” You growled at her.

“Who the-”

“GET. OUT!” You screamed in her face and watched her scramble to pick up her clothes and rush out the door.

“Got to say, I never took you for the jealous type.” Sam smirked.

“If I’m not getting laid tonight, you’re not getting laid tonight.” You growled at him and started for the door.

“No one said you couldn’t get laid.” He held out his arms.

“Fuck you, Sam.”

“So you finally learned my name. I’m going to miss Mystery Man.”

“What is wrong with you?” You turned to face him again. “I tell you to leave me alone, and you tell everyone I’m yours? I’m not yours!”

“No, but you will be.” His face was dead calm as he said it.

“Well, Sam, get use to fucking your hand, because the more you interfere in my life, the more I’ll interfere in yours. And I’m as vindictive as I am fat when I need to be.” You stormed back out the door, growling out “Move.” to his brother who had been listening in.

You sat at the bar and Jo shook her head at you, handing you a fresh beer, and your purse that you had left behind when you stormed up. “That wasn’t smart.” She warned you.

“Fuck you, too.” You growled, taking the bottle and downing half of it in one go.

“I’m just doing my job.” She shook her head and walked away.

You let out a sigh and tried to keep from bursting into tears. This was insane, right? Who did this asshole think he was? You shouldn’t have accepted any of it. You should have tried harder to find him and tell him off sooner, because now he was acting like he owned you. “I’m an idiot.” You muttered into your bottle before drinking from it again.

“I’ll say.” Came a woman’s voice from behind you. “I don’t know who you think you are, but-”

“Really not the best time for that, honey.” You closed your eyes and tried to ignore her standing so close behind you.

“After what you just did to me? Humiliating me like that?”

You turned your head a bit, glancing at her. “You really should just leave me alone right now. Last warning.”

“Fine. I’ll just go back up there, and I’ll fuck your precious boyfriend until he forgets who you are.” She moved more to your side, smiling smugly at the rise she could see she was getting from you. “Because Sam Winchester belongs to everyone.”

You hopped of the stool, and grabbed her hair once again, slamming her face against the bar. “Listen up, cunt nugget. If he wants to say I’m his, then he’s mine. I catch you anywhere near him, and I’ll break your fucking face, do you understand me?” She nodded and whimpered, so you flung her back again and she landed on her ass on the floor. “SPREAD THE FUCKING WORD!” You yelled at her, and everyone who was watching.

“It doesn’t work that way, sweetie.” Jo told you quietly.

“It does now.”

Sam smirked as he buttoned up his shirt and watched the scene unfold at the bar below. “Sammy, this is getting a bit out of hand.”

“She’s perfect, Dean.”

“She wants nothing to do with you.”

“She doesn’t want the money.” He looked down at you in awe. “Everything I gave her, everything I offer she turns it down. She wants passion.”

“Sam-”

“Did you listen, not just to what she said but how she said it?” He looked at his brother as he started tucking in his shirt. “That girl.” He pointed. “Is all about passion.” He grinned. “Now I know what she wants. And how to win her.”

“That girl, is going to kill you before she lets you near her.”

“Then she’s perfect for the family.” He watched as you glared up at him and he smiled. His smile seemed to piss you off even more. You grabbed your purse and stormed out of the bar. “Benny? Get her home safe.”

“Yes, Sir.”

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nataliehasanimagination · 6 years

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Teleportation

Pairing- Jack Kline x Reader

Warnings- None

“Teleport?” Jack asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “Can you teleport? Cas can teleport. He does it all the time.”

“Um, I don’t know,” Jack said.

“Y/N,” Sam said. “Leave Jack alone, he’ll figure out things in his own time.”

“I was only wondering, I wasn’t pressuring him to do anything.”

“Mhm, go get ready for the hunt.”

“When you figure out how to teleport, let me know,” I whispered to Jack. “I’ll show you a good time outside of motel rooms and the bunker.”

“Y/N Winchester!” Sam yelled.

“I’m going, I’m going.”

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themind-on-paper · 6 years

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You’re Safe

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Fandom: Supernatural

Wordcount: 279

It was one of those days...

Your thoughts were haunting you again. You woke up with nightmares and sweat dripping from your forehead. This was the third night in a row.

You didn’t tell the boys yet but the dark circles under your eyes were saying enough.

You walked into the kitchen, both boys sitting at the table with their coffee in their hands.

“Morning sunshine, ”Dean said.

“Morning.” You said towards him, walking straight towards the coffee machine.

You could feel their eyes on you. You took a cup from the cabin above you and purred a cup of coffee.

“Is everything okay Y/N?” Sam asked.

You took a sip of your coffee before looking towards them.

“Yeah, everything is fine.” The words came despreaded out your mouth then you expected.

“Are you sure?” Dean said. His face showing worry.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You gave them a last smile before leaving the kitchen.

The day was horrible to get through. You were getting tired and slow doing the simpled jobs. And the boys didn’t let you take a step without asking if you were okay.

The night had fallen. You were laying in bed staring at the ceiling. You were trying to go to bed in a positive mind, maybe you're nightmares would stay away.

“Y/N, wake up. Everything is okay.” You heard Dean’s voice said.

“You're safe,” Sam said right after.

You opened your eyes and saw Dean’s hazel green eyes look towards you.

A smile appearing on his face when he saw you looking towards him.

“We will protect you. You’re safe.” He said putting a few of your hairs behind your ear.

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sakuwriteshere · 6 years

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The Unknown Season - Chapter 1: Awakening

Summary: Reader went to bed just like any other night but once the reader wakes up she’s not in her bedroom anymore. (I know it's pretty lame but I don't want to give away the plot yet)

Pairing: Dean WinchesterxReader, Sam WinchesterxReader (friendship)

Warnings: None I can think about. Swearing maybe?

Words count: 1413

A/N: I know this plot had been use too many times already, but this idea came up one day and wouldn’t disappear, so I had to write it down. The story is set up after season 12 but it's kind of AU because Castiel is still here and the only fact that I kept from the season finale is Crowley's death.

English isn’t my first language and it’s been way too long since I wrote in English so I deeply apologize for any grammar mistake/error.

Last thing; this is going to be a series but I’m not sure of what to think of it so please feel free to give me any constructive feedback.

Disclamer: I do NOT own Supernatural or any character of the show which are the CW company properties. This work is for free entertainment only.

Chapter 1: Awakening

It was the end of the day at last. You hated Mondays and not only because it was the beginning of the week. It meant that you started another long and suffering week of work. You hated your job. Well, to be honest you enjoyed your job as a waitress, it was the customers you didn't like. The grabby customers. What was so sexy in wearing an apron anyway? You swore men would only be thinking with their lower brain when they got a glimpse of the little attire.

You threw yourself in your couch and sighed heavily. You took off your shoes and tucked your legs under you. The house was silent which felt good after the whole noisy night at the restaurant. You enjoyed the silence for a moment, closing your eyes and hoping the migraine you had for almost an hour would leave you alone. Half an hour had passed, and you decided to take a shower before relaxing in your living room.

The hot water felt great and you realized that the migraine left, indeed. A good point since you wanted to have a glass of red wine before going to bed. Once you got out of the bathroom you put on your pajamas which consisted of a pair grey shorts and tee with the big face of Hello Kitty in the middle of it with a slight touch of pink making the whole thing a bit girly. You took a wine glass and poured a generous amount of the red liquid then went to sat on your couch again. You grabbed your laptop and started it. You checked your e-mails then went to your favorite website to indulge your guilty pleasure: reading fanfics.

You loved reading. Your living room walls consisted of bookshelves full of books. Fantasy, thrillers, romantic novels, ... You read everything, you weren't picky. If the story was interesting, the plot believable and the characters realistic it was enough for you.

You picked a Supernatural fanfiction, the hiatus having the best of you. You couldn't wait to see what would happened in the next season and thanks to the wonderful community of fans, you had something to entertain you before the next season premiere.

As you felt your eyes closing and the words in front of you becoming a blurry mess, you checked the clock on the wall and realized that it was already 3 in the morning. You had a late shift the next day so it didn't bother you so much, knowing you could sleep late in the morning. You closed your laptop and dragged your feet into your bedroom. It didn't take too long before you fell asleep.

In the middle of the night you woke up, consciousness poking your sleepy brain, but you didn’t open your eyes. You felt dizzy and your you became aware of the sweat in your lower back and the back of your neck. You ignored it and fell asleep once again.

When you finally opened your eyes the next morning, your hand patted the side of the bed, and strange habit you had for as long as you could remember without knowing the reason behind it. It was empty, as always. However, the bedsheets didn't feel like the ones you were used to. It felt like soft silk and you knew your bedsheets were made of cotton. The air around you felt heavy and a strange scent hit your nose: dust. It felt like the room had been closed for a long time. You sat up on your bed and that was when reality hit you: You weren't in your room.

You couldn't see a single thing inside the room since it was pitch black which was the problem, you knew it was morning time so where was the sunlight? More importantly where was your window? Your heart started to beat faster as panic rose inside of you. With a trembling hand you patted around you in hope of finding a lamp next to you. You sighed as your trembling fingers brushed against a button and once you pushed it a soft light let you see where you were.

You weren't in your room, of that you were sure now. The few old furniture around you weren't yours and your eyes stared at the boring walls. Yep. No windows.

You jumped from the bed, your brain thinking about hundred scenarios. You've drank too much the previous night and went with a strange guy. Or you've been kidnapped in the middle of the night by a strange guy and now were his prisoner. And so, on and on. Whatever you were thinking it was always a bad thing. So much for being an optimistic woman.

So why the room felt kind of familiar?

Without thinking; your hand reached for the doorknob. You knew it was useless, the psycho who kidnapped you wouldn't leave the door open, but you had to try.

It opened.

Well, your psycho was an idiot. Or maybe that was what he wanted you to believe? Maybe he let it open so you could try to escape and he would chase you? That was the only explanation you could think of and despite the fear you had to try to escape anyway. You opened the door slowly, silently praying that it wouldn't make any noise.

You took a deep breath before heading inside a dim corridor, your bare feet sliding softly against the cold tiles. It looked old and again you couldn't suppress that strange feeling as everything around you felt somehow familiar.

You walked slowly through the long and scary corridor, hoping no one could hear your heart beating hard against your chest.

"What the..." you murmured as you ended in a big room.

It wasn't feeling familiar anymore. You recognized this place perfectly well, despite the fact you've never been there before.

The bookshelves, the long white columns, that big wooden table lightened with lamps, those three little stairs that lead to another room, you were in the...

"...Bunker?"

Your head snapped when you heard a creaking sound. They really needed to put some oil on those hinges, you thought. Footsteps followed, two pairs of footsteps to be exact and you were frozen in place. That couldn't be, you must be dreaming. Right a dream. A very vivid one.

"I'm just saying it doesn't need to be slimy fluids you know?" You would recognize that voice anywhere. It became louder as the seconds ticked.

Your eyes wide and your breath stuck in your throat, you realized that Dean Winchester stood at the top of the stairs, looking behind him, certainly looking at...

"Sammy, are you listening?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, Dean." Sam answered his brother in a tired voice. He put a hand on his older brother's shoulder and was going to add something when his eyes fell on something in the middle of the room. The features on his face changed as his grip tightened on Dean's shoulder. The older Winchester looked in the same direction and furrowed his brows. The three of you stared at each other for a few seconds, your face mirroring your disbelief while there was only shock on theirs.

"Hey!" Dean shouted as he grabbed his gun from behind his back and pointed at you.

You were startled when you heard him shout but you still couldn't move. You watched them climbing down the stairs guardedly, both pointing at you with their guns.

"I said 'Hey!'" Dean repeated as he came closer but stopped when he was at a safe distance.

Of all the things you could say at this moment, the only words that came out from your mouth were "You did. Twice. Good for you."

You giggled slightly, remembering the quote from that famous episode. At least that confirmed once thing; you were dreaming.

The brothers shared a look without lowering their guns as you started to laugh. You always laughed when you panicked. Finally, your limbs started to move again and you grabbed your head with your hands as everything around you started to swirl. You felt a cold sweat in the back of your neck and felt dizzy.

Sam's grip tightened on the trigger of his gun as you started to move, your laughter subsiding; but before you had the time to say anything more he saw your eyes rolling back and your body falling heavily on the ground as you felt into oblivion.

Chapter 2

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fuiabarcelos · 6 months

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Sometimes I miss finding more stories with Sam, especially series.

Does anyone else feel this way?

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gleefinn · 6 years

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Name

“The Goo Goo Dolls? Really?” You turned to see Sam, laughing, leaning against your door.

“Oh c’mon. You gotta love them! They’re so good!” You chuckled.

“What’s your favorite song?” He asked as he proceeded to make his way to sit on your bed.

You began to get a little nervous, he always made you so nervous. For God sake you were in love with the tall dude.

“That’s a hard one. If I have to choose one I’d say Name. It’s calming and so beautiful.” You were cleaning up around your room. Putting away clothes and organizing your hunting gear.

“I like that one too.” He watched you move around.

“Hey, y/n?” His voice seemed hesitant now, so you stopped cleaning to pay attention to him.

“Yeah?”

“Um I was wondering if you were busy tonight?” His hands did a lot of moving and his eyes never fully focused on yours.

Those stupid butterflies started fluttering in your stomach again. Dammit.

“Not that I know of.” You smiled nervously.

“Oh okay good.” He nodded.

“Just ask her, man!” Sam thought to himself.

You waited for him to say something, but he seemed to get the answer he needed so he didn’t say anything else.

You made your way to your restroom and brushed your teeth. Spitting out the foam into the sink, you looked up to see Sam standing at your restroom door now.

You turned, “you okay, Sam?”

He smirked, “y/n, you wanna go out with me tonight?”

For years you had envisioned him doing this but it was difficult to believe that he would ask YOU.

“Yeah! I’d love to.” You smirked shy.

He looked down and his dimples began to kiss his cheeks.”Good. Then I’ll meet you at your front door in an hour.” He chuckled.

As he walked away, you stood there in disbelief.

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Diamonds and Flowers

Title: Diamonds and Flowers

Warnings: None

Pairing: Dean Winchesterxreader

Authors note: I had a whole theme and setting for this and then a cold just ripped its way through my house and halfway through writing this, I lost inspiration and re-wrote using two of the three items, a diamond bracelet and a bouquet of flowers. I'm still taking care of a sick kid, so it's not as well polished as I'd prefer, but here it is. All spelling and grammar mistakes are mine, but I wanted to keep posting for @the-slumberparty I am enjoying this so far.

Today was my birthday. One of my favorite days of the year, a day when Daddy spoiled me rotten with anything I asked for, although if you asked my mother, he did that every day anyway. I slipped on my favorite pink dress, the sleeves long enough to cover my arms, with soft white flowers on the skirt. I slipped on my favorite pair of off-white vintage heels and with a quick spray of my jasmine perfume, I headed downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast.

I pushed through the swinging door and saw Daddy standing in the kitchen with mother. Neither noticed me at first, and it was clear that whatever conversation they were having wasn't a good one. Before I could alert either to my presence, Daddy's eyes met mine and he forced a smile.

"Happy Birthday Princess!" He said, holding his arms out for a hug. I let him hug me and asked, "What's wrong?" Mother, who was sipping a cup of coffee near the sink, just said as she left the kitchen, "You tell her, George."

I frowned, turning toward Daddy. He explained that he had several business meetings today and that he wouldn't be able to take me to lunch as he planned. Before I could frown, he said, "You're still going, but I won't be able to join you until later." I let it slide, happy in the knowledge that he would join me later, so I resolved to have fun.

After breakfast, I spent most of the morning shopping. But I wasn't like most of the other girls I'd grown up playing with as a kid. Those girls were dripping in designer clothing and expensive jewelry, and that just wasn't my thing. I much preferred to shop at vintage stores and bookstores, surrounded by old books and quiet corners where I could sip coffee and immerse myself in another world.

I was walking down an aisle in one of my frequented and favorite bookstores when a tall shadow fell over the book I was looking at. I glanced up and had to hold back the frown that threatened to spread over my face. Dean. Dean was my daddy's right-hand man, always there at his side for business meetings, and his main protector. His brother Sam was his attorney, serving him in court as needed.

If Dean was here, Daddy wasn't coming. I sighed. "Daddy isn't coming, is he?" I asked, meeting his intense green-eyed gaze. Dean shook his head. "No, but he sent me to give you his apologies. He's just busy." I frowned, especially when Dean handed me a small velvet box. "From your dad." I held the box in my hands for a moment before opening it.

Diamonds glittered in the light as I opened the box. The diamond bracelet was pretty and expensive, something I'd never buy for myself on my own. I closed the box with a snap and dropped it in my purse. I glanced back at Dean as I shelved the book and forced a smile. "Be sure to thank him for me." I felt tears forming, today just wasn't a good birthday. "I just want to go home."

Dean didn't even try to convince me. He just nodded and was silent the entire ride back to my parent's house. Dean escorted me back home and was gone in seconds, back to see my father, no doubt. I skipped dinner and went to bed early, hoping that tomorrow would be a better day. The next morning, however, I walked down to breakfast to see a bouquet of beautiful flowers. Daisies and tightly closed roses, with a scattering of babies breath, met my gaze. There was a card next to the flowers.

I frowned, picking up the flowers and breathing in the scent of the flowers. They were pretty and the daisies were my favorite flower. I picked up the card and opened it, skipping past the cover to the inside. There in a messy scrawl that could only belong to one person were the following words, "Happy birthday sweetheart. It's not much, but I hope you like them. I know daisies are your favorite. Dean."

I felt a bit of warmth on my face as I stared down at the card. Dean always called me sweetheart, and it always did something to me. I wasn't ready to admit I might or might not have feelings for the handsome man who served my Dad so faithfully, but I picked up the flowers and hugged them to my chest for a moment. I softly whispered, "Thank you, Dean."

I was startled by a deep voice, "You're welcome, sweetheart." I whirled around to see Dean standing in the doorway, a smirk on his lips. I felt very underdressed in my dress and bare feet, but I simply said, "I didn't see you there." Dean chuckled, "I can see that. I didn't mean to startle you, I'm sorry."

I busied myself by putting the flowers in a vase and I asked him if he wanted any coffee. He shook his head, "No, I came to talk to you." I turned to face him, "Me? Are you sure?" He nodded, walking close to me as I turned and started arranging the flowers in the vase, nervous about having him so close. "Sweetheart," Dean said, his voice soft. I took a deep breath and felt his hands gently turn me toward him, a single rose in my fingers. "Look at me," He softly commanded, and I raised my face to meet his, my breath taken away by the soft look in his green eyes.

His eyes were soft and kind as he said, "Let me take you to dinner." It wasn't a question, and normally I would bristle at such a command, but it was delivered so softly and so sincerely that I couldn't help but nod my head. "What time?" I asked, unable to tear my eyes away from his. Dean smiled and leaned in close, "I'll pick you up at seven."

Before he could do much else, his phone rang and his whole demeanor changed in an instant. "Winchester. Yes. Yes." He hung up the phone and turned to me, ready to say something, I wasn't sure what, when I set the rose in the vase and scooped the vase up in my hands. I leaned up on tiptoe and gently pressed my lips to his cheek softly. As I passed him, I said, "I'll be waiting for you at seven, Dean."

I left him standing there in the kitchen, and heard his footsteps as I climbed the stairs to my room. He gave me a wry sort of grin and headed out the door. Maybe this date wouldn't be so bad after all.

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sillesworldofwriting · 7 years

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Different Countries, Different Customs

Title: Different Countries, Different Customs

Chapter No./One-Shot/ Drabble: Drabble

Words: 466

Author: Sille

AO3

Challenge: Halloween with Dean drabble challenge

Pairing: DeanxReader

Notes/Warnings: German superstition, accent, reader is not from the US, all the mistakes are mine

Summary: After finishing a hunt with Sam and Dean ou three celebrate it at the local bar

Author’s Note: This was an interesting challenge. First time I really did some research for one of my fics that took me longer than a few minutes. So thanks @torn-and-frayed for hosting it! Also I’m still searching for a Beta-Reader. If you’re interested shoot me an ask!

You were at the local bar together with Sam and Dean after a successful hunt. Sam was just getting your drinks so you were sitting alone with Dean in one of the corner booths.

“So Y/N, what brings you to good old America?” he asked and laid his arm around your shoulders.

You grinned at him. “Caught the accent, didn’t you?”

“There is no mistaking it. Even though it is subtle, I give you that.”

You chuckled and caught his hand laying on your arm with one of yours. “Well, originally I’m from Germany. My dad got a job offer here when I was a teenager so we moved,” you explained playing with his fingers.

“And when did you start hunting?”

“When I was 18. My family was killed by a vampire on Halloween nonetheless. Didn’t know what it was as it attacked us in our home. Another hunter saved me and helped me get my revenge. Been hunting ever since.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.” Dean tightened his arm around you in a comforting gesture.

“Thank you.” you smiled at him. “But it was years ago.”

He opened his mouth to say something else but didn’t get the chance. Sam came back in that moment with your drinks in hand.

“Here you go,” said he as he handed you and Dean your beers.

“Thanks,” you responded.

“Well, here’s to us and successful hunt!” declared Dean as he wanted to clink bottles with you but you pulled yours away.

“Ah!” you began. “You have to look me in the eyes as we toast. Otherwise, you will have bad sex for the next seven years.”

Dean looked at you confused. You just shrugged. “German superstition and I’m not risking it! I would rather have no sex than bad sex.”

He watched you for a moment but then began to smirk. “Well, if the lady insists.” he acknowledged and held his bottle out to you. His look was intense as you clinked bottles with him. Heat was building in your stomach. You knew just from this one look that you were getting lucky tonight.

After you both touched bottles with his brother, Dean gave his full attention to you again.

“Do you have any more German superstitions? I have to say I’m a bit intrigued,” he asked.

“Well, we’ve got a few. I could tell you about them back at my motel room?” you suggested and threw him an obvious glance. He couldn’t misjudge the meaning.

The slow smile said that he didn’t. “Lead the way,” he said eagerly.

You placed the almost full bottle of beer on the table and stood up. Dean did the same before he turned to Sam with a wide grin.

“Don’t wait for me, Sammy. I’ve got some research to do!”

The End

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sillesworldofwriting-mainblog · 7 years

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Dating is not for me - or is it?

Words: 983

AO3

Quote: “Or maybe I should stay away from all men.”

Challenge: FRIENDS Quote Challenge by @impalaimagining

Pairing: SamxReader

Warnings: A bit of angst, mention of unwanted attention

Author’s Note: First ever challenge I did on Tumblr. I’m kind of excited and nervous. I hope you like it @impalaimagining. And everyone else of course too! And as always: I’m still searching for a beta reader. So shoot me an asked if you’re interested!

It was only 11 pm when you slammed the door to the bunker shut behind you. “I hate men,” you muttered as you stomped down the stairs. Not caring if you would wake any other residents of the bunker. As if the Winchester were sleeping already. The night was still young after all.

You made your way to the library, expecting Sam to be there, reading some old lore book. And you were not disappointed.

He lifted his head as you collapsed into a chair beside him.

“Rough night?” asked he.

You rolled your eyes. “Otherwise I wouldn’t be back already would I? Rough evening would be more accurate since it’s only 11 pm.” you snapped at him.

“Hey okay. No need to get bitchy with me.” He raised his hands in a placating manner. “I just asked you a question.”

A sigh left your lips. “I’m sorry,” you apologized. “I’m just so frustrated.”

Sam laid his arm around your shoulders and pulled you to him a bit. “Want to tell me what happened?” he asked.

You rested your head on his shoulder. “I just get the feeling that I’m just not cut out for dating. Or maybe I just have the worst luck. I mean the last guy didn’t talk to me at all. He just looked at his phone most of the time or drank his beer. And he still had the guts to ask for a second date.” you explained. “And the man today got so drunk off his ass in just under two hours that he got himself thrown out of the bar.”

Sam patted your shoulder sympathetically. “I’m sorry that you had such a bad night.” he murmured into your hair and gave you a kiss on the crown of your head.

“That was not even the worst part, to be honest,” you continued as you relaxed further into him. Sam always gave you a feeling of safety when you were near him. You knew that you could let your walls down. “I followed him out of the bar. He embarrassed both of us pretty bad. I couldn’t stay. What I didn’t plan on was that he was still in the parking lot. He actually waited for me because he felt entitled to a kiss since we had such a great night.” You said the last part sarcastically.

Sam's arm tightened around you. “Did he touch you?” he asked.

“He tried.” you sighed. “But one well placed kick to his nethers and he thought better of it.”

Sam relaxed at your words which made you smile.

“I’m a hunter. I can take vampires and demons out by myself. A human is not a problem for me Sam.” you laughed.

“I know. But I still worry about you. What friend would I be if I didn’t?” he pointed out.

“True,” you agreed.

“Any plans about the dating situation?” Sam inquired.

“Not yet. I think I will stop looking. At least for awhile. Or maybe I should stay away from all men.”

“I hope not.”

Your head shot up from his shoulder. “What do you mean?” you asked as you looked at his face.

“I hope you will not stay away from all men.” he elaborated. You just stared at him. Willing him silently to explain. You had no clue what he was talking about.

Sam let his arm fall from your shoulders and brushed with his hand through his hair. His eyes darted nervously from one point to another, never quite meeting yours anymore.

“Sam?” you questioned.

He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. “I know that this has to be the worst timing to tell you this.” he began. “But I kind of fell in love with you.”

You opened your mouth but closed it again after a second. Your mind was blank. That was the last thing you expected Sam to say.

“What?” you whispered at last.

“I’m in love with you. Have been for a while, to be honest. But I never said anything because you never gave any indication that you may feel the same.” he explained, looking away.

“Then why now?”

“Because I can’t stand to see you with all these other guys that aren’t me. I can’t stand how there all treating you. You deserve so much better.”

“So…. you want to date me?” you wondered.

“Yes. I want to date you if you’re willing.”

You were speechless again, not sure what you should say to that. Sam was always only a friend to you. The thought of dating him never even crossed your mind.

“You don’t have to answer right away. I know that this came quite sudden for you.” Sam babbled after a few minutes of silence. “I can wait. Just think about it?”

You sighed as you looked at him. “I don’t want to ruin our friendship Sam,” you whispered.

“That will not happen. Whatever you decide we will still be friends. I’ll be there for you. Just as I was before. That won’t change. I promise.”

You looked him in the eyes and saw the truth in them. “Give me time?” you asked. “I never thought of us in that way.”

His smile could have lit up the whole library. “Of course,” he said. “Think about it how long you want. I’ll be waiting.”

You had to smile too. “Thank you”. You said gratefully and stood up. “I think I will turn in early though. I’m beat, to be honest.”

“You look like it too.” Sam joked.

You hit him playfully on the arm. “Good Night,” you laughed and were about to turn around but you thought better of it. With a quick motion, you gave him a gentle kiss on his cheek. “Thank you Sam.” you murmured.

He smiled softly at you. “Good night.”

That night you slept peacefully. Maybe dating Sam wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

The End.

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Merry Christmas, mom.

Pairing : Sam x reader. Dean, Mary

Word count : 1,169

Written for : @spnfluffbingo Square : Matching Sweaters

Warning : Dean is grump about Mary walking out, but it’s Christmas time, so fluffy fluffs. Plus a surprise.

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“No.”

“Come on, Dean. Just wear the sweater.”

“No.” he growled and headed for the fridge. “Don't know why we're even doing this to begin with.”

“Because she's your mother.”

“Didn't stop her from walking out that door.” he slammed the fridge and popped the top off a beer

“It's Christmas, Dean. And you're not the only person in this.” He shot you a glare. “I understand that you're hurt, I do, Dean. But when's the last time Sam had a Christmas with a parent actually there?”

Dean grumbled out a “Never.” under his breath and downed as much of the bottle as he could in a single gulp.

“Exactly. And I think it might mean something to him for his mother to sit down and meet me proper since we got hitched. I'm only asking for a few hours, here. I made pie, two of them. Both pecan. And I'll owe you big time, no questions asked.”

“That's a dangerous thing to offer a man.”

“It still stands.”

He tried to ignore the big doe eyes you gave him, then cursed. “Fine. But Sammy better be wearing one too.” He slammed his beer down and grabbed the sweater from you. “And I'm getting smashed. No arguments.”

You held up your hands and shook your head. He huffed in response as he shoved his arms through the sleeves. “Where is Sammy, anyways?” you asked.

“Library.” he muttered pulling his head through and pulling it down. “Fuck this thing is ugly. How does it look better on you?”

“Tits, Dean. They can make anything look good.” you laughed as you left the kitchen.

You shook your head as you walked, still hearing Dean grumble. About this dinner, about the sweater, about everything. But you knew for a fact his mind would be changing very soon. He'd be happy this Christmas. You were going to guarantee it.

“Sam?” you called out as you neared the library. No answer. You stepped in and clenched your jaw, fists on you hips. “Sam Winchester!”

“One sec.” He barely even looked up from his laptop. “Think I found a-”

“I told you to get ready, so get your ass out of that chair and go get dressed! Your mother will be here any minute.”

“I am dressed.” He sat back and gestured at his jeans and flannel, still not looking away from his laptop.

“That's what you wear everyday! Come on, Sam. I put clothes aside for you, get moving.”

Sam looked up just as Dean came in. “Let's go, get that ass in gear, Sasquatch.” Dean pushed the back of the laptop so it would close.

“What the hell are you wearing?” Sam laughed at Dean.

“Hey, if I gotta wear this fugly thing, so do you!”

“No way! I-” Dean pointed to you, and Sam turned, seeing you wearing the exact same sweater as Dean. “Seriously?”

“Matching ugly Christmas sweaters is what families do, guys.”

“Why are we even doing this?” Sam asked.

“Because I said so, and because it's important, okay? It means a lot to me, Sam. And I think it would be really good for you guys. Please, just give me this?”

“If you hold out a bit, she'll bribe you.” Dean winked.

“What? What'd you get?”

“Two pies and a massive favor.” Dean grinned.

“Jesus Christ, you guys.” you groaned, arms coming up and falling again in exasperation. “Fine! What do you want, Sam? Because apparently a happy wife isn't it.” you teased.

“I want that thing.”

“What thing?”

“That thing we rarely do, and only when Deans gone. I want that.”

“What's the thing?” Dean got suddenly very interested and your face went bright red. “I want that too, I'm taking this fucking thing off until I get whatever the thing is.” Dean began to lift the hem of the sweater.

“Fine. Just get dressed now.” Sam grinned. “Jerk.”

“Awe, does this mean I don’t get the thing?” Dean pouted and Sam leaned down to kiss you. “Seriously though, what is it?” Dean asked. “Sam? Sammy? Come on, man!” Sam laughed as he left the room without a word.

“Next bribe.” you gave Dean a pat on the cheek. “Maybe I'll tell you with the next bribe.”

You were waiting with Dean by the stairs, a sweater that you told Dean was for Mary folded neatly over your arms. “After a nice family picture you can take it off, okay?”

He huffed, and lifted the beer bottle to his mouth, but you grabbed it out of his hand and put it on the table. “Rude.” he pouted.

All of a sudden, you could hear feet pounding their way towards you. You and Dean both turned as soon as Sam burst in. He was breathing hard, his button up shirt that was part of his fed suit wasn't buttoned all the way, and his slacks were a little wrinkled from running, but he was still a beautiful sight. “Are you serious?” he gestured with the sweater he held bunched in one large hand.

You nodded and smiled. “Now do you understand why we're doing this?”

“You're not fucking with me?”

“No, Sam.”

His face lit up and that confused Dean. “What the hell is going on?” Dean asked as Sam hurried in and wrapped you up in his arms, your feet leaving the floor as he spun you around. “It's just an ugly ass sweater, what am I missing?” As far as he could tell, it was the exact same as the one you both wore.

You heard the echo of the door and Sam put you down, then you nudged him. “Hurry and put it on, she's here.”

With a huge grin plastered to his face, he quickly pulled it on, Dean's eyes going wide when he saw, when he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Why didn't you tell me, I would have gone along with it.”

“Because, we both know you wouldn't be able to contain your excitement and you'd have ruined the surprise.”

“Hi, boys.” Mary smiled coming into view. “Nice sweaters.”

“Hi mom.” Dean gave her a smile and greeted her at the bottom of the stairs with a hug.

“I was hoping to get a picture of us in matching sweaters. Do you mind?”

Mary turned to you, Sam had his back to her as he adjusted his sweater. “Not at all.” She smiled. “I think that would be nice.”

“Here, Sam. Give this to your mom.”

Sam leaned in for a kiss before turning. Mary froze seeing the single word written in big bold letters on his Christmas sweater. ‘Daddy.’ Then her eyes went to the sweater Sam held up for her. ‘Grandma.’

“Merry Christmas, mom.” Sam smiled.

Mary stepped forward and gingerly took the sweater. “Are- are you-” She looked up at Sam. “How long?”

“I don't know.” He laughed. “I just found out too.” He gestured to his own sweater.

“How about that picture?” you smiled and waved your camera.

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