#Sam winchester one shot

[mystra-midnight]

Language of Lust

summary: a botched hunt means that you need a refresher in latin thankfully sam is there to help.

warnings: mentions of a panic attack. forced orgasm. multiple orgasms. overstimulation. anal sex. unprotected sex. squirting. creampie.

words: 3.2k

notes: so a while ago i saw a post about being dommed in another language. and honestly it unlocked a kink i never knew i had. that post spawned this idea. please ignore the latin translations if they aren’t correct as i used google to translate. :)

In the days following the botched demon hunt, the atmosphere within the base had become tense, and that meant the three of you had been at each other's throats. It hadn’t mattered how many times you’d apologized or promised to do better next time, how much pie you’d bought for Dean, or that you’d cooked Sam's favorite meal twice; nothing had fixed it.

In truth, you all needed some space.

You most of all.

That panic attack came out of nowhere and left you completely shaken. Even a week later, you were hyperfocused on the details of it—the way the walls of the room had shuddered and groaned as you spoke the ritual words, making dust and old cobwebs fall around you. When you thought about it, your heart would race so fast and slam against your breastbone so hard that you could have sworn it started to crack.

The ringing in your ears had been a deafening crescendo, and your eyes had been a waterfall of tears even when Sam had knelt in front of you and pulled you into his chest. You remembered the sound of his voice and the beating of his heart as he whispered to you soothingly until the tears finally stopped.

You still didn't remember much about what had actually happened, but you knew that the demon had gotten away, and you knew that Dean was pissed and Sam was disappointed. Neither of them needed to say it out loud.

So for the past few days, you've busied yourself with whatever task you could find to take your mind off the entire situation. Dean had very much done the same; you hadn’t seen him since this morning, when he’d come back to grab a few things and then left again.

You knew that Sam was somewhere in the base; you’d seen him in passing a few times, but the two of you hadn’t spoken more than a few words to each other.

Normally, that would have upset you. You hated fighting with the boys, but you were feeling better and in a relatively good mood today.

You sigh as you step into the kitchen after showering to wash the sweat and anxiety from your skin. Your hair is still damp, and you're dressed in one of Dean's old shirts and a tight pair of bicycle shorts. Sam entered soon after, dressed just as casually. He looked entirely undisturbed by the events of the past few days.

"Hey," you say in passing, trying to sound as casual as possible.

"Hey yourself," he answers with a smile. For a moment, there was silence between you, but even that was short-lived. "You got the words wrong, you know," Sam says, leaning a hip against the door frame while he stares at you with arms crossed. He didn't sound angry, but it wasn't like he needed to say it; you knew you'd gotten them wrong.

Your head snaps around to stare at him, eyes narrowing at the fucking audacity he spoke with. Was that really what he wanted to say? "Yeah," you answer, your expression souring and your mouth in a tight-lipped scowl. "I figured that out from the silent treatment." You shrug your shoulders, trying not to let the hurt bleed into your voice as you turn away and busy yourself straightening a piece of paper on the table.

"Silent treatment?" He asks, pushing off the wall to come towards you. "No one is giving you the silent treatment."

"Sure you’re not," you scoff in response.

"We’re not."

"Then where is Dean? He’s running off doing his own thing because he’s pissed off at me for ruining the hunt, and it’s been two days since you said this much to me, Sam." You huff, clearly annoyed, as you cross your arms and glare at him. "No one learns from the silent treatment, Sam. Sure, I messed up. I know I did, and I’ll learn from that. The two of you don’t need to be assholes about it. But whatever, live and let live."

He walks briskly towards you, and you step back, not in fear but because the raw emotions in his eyes stun you—lust and dominance mingling beautifully in the depths of his iridescent orbs. Sam doesn't stop when you back away; instead, he walks until the small of your back is pressed against the edge of the table, and then he cages you between his arms, palms pressed flat against the table top.

"S - Sam?" You stutter when his lips pull into a smooth smirk. One of his hands grabs you by the hip, his fingertips biting into your skin just a little bit too much, and he pulls you against him, painting his body firmly against yours.

And then he’s kissing you, and you kiss him, and whatever anger was on your tongue dies.

Sam does not waste time and pushes his hand into your bicycle shorts, the material so tight that it fits you like a second skin. He wants desperately to rip it down your legs and feast on your pussy, but he shows remarkable restraint.

"If you wanted more lessons," he says between heated kisses that muffle your little gasps when he starts to rub his fingers against your clit. "You just needed to ask, sweetheart." His other hand grasps your jaw hard with his thumb and forefinger, pushing into your cheeks so that you were pouting when he kissed you again, pushing his tongue into your mouth.

You have the notion to argue with him but are silenced when he pushes a finger through your folds, which are slick with desire and anticipation. You grab at his arm when he prods your entrance, making your knees weak. "Sam, I—" you start but are silenced by the stare in his eyes.

"In Latin." 

"Sam?"

"In Latin." He says it again, this time with more force, his words accompanied by a second finger being pushed into your tight hole, drawing a wanton moan from your lips. You’re not sure where this behaviour is coming from. Sam had never so much as hinted at liking you, but in truth, you weren’t one to complain—not when he was knuckles deep in your cunt.

Your fingers curl tightly around the edge of the table, nails scratching at the underside, knuckles white under the pressure. You tilt your head back beneath his wandering mouth, enjoying the warmth of his body hovering over yours and how he pulls your shirt up to expose your tits.

Sam trails hot, wet kisses down your neck, his teeth scraping over your racing pulse. He sucks a hickey on your collarbone until a purple-blue bruise forms beneath his lips. The entire time he’s pumping his fingers into your cunt. Lewd, wet squelching fills the room because you’re that fucking wet.

He forces your legs further apart with his knee so that you're perched on the edge of the table, feet dangling in the air. His mouth moves to your chest, his lips closing around your nipple and sucking hard so that it pops from his mouth with an obscene sound and stands hard atop your tit. And then he takes the other one into his mouth, flicking and twirling his tongue so that you had to fist a hand in his hair.

He whispers something that you can’t make out. His mouth is like fire on your skin, leaving little flames of arousal licking through your veins. And then his fingers hit that spongy part of your pussy that has you hurtling towards a climax instead of slowly building to it.

You can’t help the way your nails dig into his shoulders when you cling to him when your thighs tremble. You cling to him when the storm comes out of nowhere, sweeping you away on a cloud of bliss that has you throwing your head back. He feels your walls tighten around his fingers, fresh waves of arousal against the tips, and then he’s kissing you again, rubbing his thumb in circles around your clit to keep the aftershocks of climax trembling through you.

His mouth is hot, stealing the air from your lungs until they are burning, but you don’t mind because you're still coming down from your high.

The next thing you know, it’s been an hour, and Sam has managed to make you cum three more times, twice with his fingers buried knuckle deep in your pussy, scissoring them to send you teetering over the edge of oblivion. And then once more, with his mouth on your pussy, lips encircling around your clit and sucking so hard that all you could do was repeat his name like a heaven’s prayer.

You’re done, but he wasn’t, not by a long shot.

Sam spread you out on your back, laying you out like a feast, your skin flushed and tits heaving with heavy breaths. You feel the rough pad of his thumb rubbing circles around your clit, which is slightly swollen and much too sensitive, and you claw at his wrist to push him away. Sam just smiles at you and pins both your wrists to the mattress with one of his large hands.

"It’s too much," you whine, trying to pull away and wiggle your hips away from his fingers, but you’re trapped. And you love it as much as you hate it. Sam growls softly between his teeth, his thumb prodding through your slick folds and getting nice and wet before drifting lower to push against your asshole. Your breath hitches at the sensation, and your mind spins as he pushes his thumb inside, giving a few shallow thrusts to tease you.

"Hic tam arctus es, infans," he says, his voice heavy with lust and muffled against your heaving tits. His breath is hot against your skin, his teeth scrape over your racing heartbeat, and his tongue leaves your skin inflamed and glistening. There is a knot twisting through your belly, slowly pulling tighter as his thumb pushes in and out of your tight hole.

"Ubi vis me?" His words are lost in the haze of euphoria he’s trapped you in, as meaningless as the world around you has become. You were a slave to the sensations he embodied, desperately moving your hips to take him deeper. "Hic?"

"Sam," you whine, your voice straining as you struggle in his grasp. You need him; you need to feel your pussy stretching around his big, hard cock. You need to feel him buried inside you, fucking you into oblivion.

"Hic?" He says it again, twisting his thumb in a way that has you throwing your head back and bucking your hips desperately. You can feel him smiling against your tit as he mouths it, his teeth tugging at your nipple until your back arches.

Your breath comes quicker, little pants, when he pulls his thumb from your clenching asshole, the feeling exquisite and leaving you desperate for more despite the live wires of overstimulation snaking through your veins. Sam lets go of your wrists long enough to pull one of your legs up, laying the back of your thigh up his torso so that your knee is bent over his shoulder, and then he shackles them again, trapping you beneath him.

You move restlessly when you feel his thumb against your asshole again, except this time it's not his thumb, and your eyes go wide, a whimper falling from your parted lips. You weren’t a virgin, not at all, but this would be the first time you’d ever taken something so big in your ass.

There was no mistaking that Sam Winchester was a behemoth of a man. He’s tall, broad-shouldered, and strong—Hercules reborn. Everything about him is big. His hands, his feet, his thighs, and his cock. Everything about him is solid, cut from marble; he is beautiful. His cock makes your asshole sting beautifully as he pushes the mushroom head in.

Inch by glorious inch, he pushed forward, the prominent vein on the underside of his cock dragging along your stretched hole. "Jesus, tam stricta es," he breathes against your neck, but you still don’t understand. He’s slow, letting you get used to the feeling of his cock splitting you open with short, shallow thrusts, making you moan wantonly.

He loves the little things that you do, the simple things; the pleasure that sears through him as he stretches your tightest hole; the way you’re moaning like a whore, rocking your hips desperately against his, grinding against him. He starts moving with more urgency, drawing back so that only the head of his cock is fitted snugly inside, and then he’s thrusting back in with one stroke, hitting deep, leaving you throwing your head from side to side.

Your thighs quiver, and your toes curl. Sam fucks into you at a merciless pace, stretching you out and filling you completely, and the feeling of it is beyond words. It is beautiful and exquisite—pure euphoric bliss. It makes your pussy creamy with desire, so much so that your slick drips down your crack to mingle with his thrusts. That knot in your belly pulls tighter while your clit throbs and the muscles in your thighs ache. Your lungs burn because of how you’re panting, unable to catch your breath.

His fingers tighten around your wrists when you almost buck out of his grasp, the tips of them biting into your skin so that you can feel bruises starting to form, but you don’t care. You’re so close, so fucking close. His mouth is on your neck, his teeth scraping over your racing pulse, his lips leaving hickeys behind, and his tongue leaving your skin hot and wet.

You can feel the pressure building. Your pussy is clenching desperately around nothing, and you can feel your pulse beating in your toes, your clit, even in your fingertips—you’re that close to breaking. It feels so fucking good, but you’re fighting it because the pleasure is starting to border on pain and overstimulation.

And you’re lost in it, trapped as you are beneath him.

You crave that sweet release, the way fire will race through your blood, and the way your world will be scored with lightning. You need it as much as you need to breathe, but every part of you is alive. You can hear the blood rushing behind your ears; hear the beating of your heart as it slams into your breastbone; your eyes rolling back every time his hips snap forward, pushing every inch of him deep inside you.

"Venire," he growls against your neck, his breath literally burning against your sweat-slicked skin. You don’t know what he says, but the lust in his voice and the feral look in his eyes pull that coil painfully tight. You’re breaking—he’s breaking you. He’s got you on the verge of being fucked stupid, sobbing because of him and how good it feels, but he wants more from you.

"Sam! Sam, please, please," you plead, throwing your head from side to side, desperately trying to tug your hands free. You arch your back when he hits a spot that has dots decorating your vision, your tits thrusting into the air. You can’t figure out what you’re asking for. For him to stop or for him to keep going, it’s a blur.

Every movement of his hips has that knot pulling tighter—so tight that you might die. Your pussy is twitching, clenching around nothing, and you’re so wet that it’s shining on his skin every time he bottoms out.

"Venire," he says again, this time against your ear. Your pleasure-addled brain, so drugged with pleasurable pain and desperate for the release he’s forcing from you, only comprehends what he's saying when two of his fingers are shoved through your slick folds and into your clenching hole, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing harsh circles.

You struggle to close your thighs, tears streaming down your face, tits bouncing as he fucks you harder. His cock is stretching your ass beyond belief while his fingers ram into that spongy spot that has your vision decorated with stars. "I - I - I - can’t!" You manage to stutter out, hips bucking against his, your pussy clenching so tight around his fingers.

Except you can because that dam breaks with so much pressure that you scream. It feels like lightning has hit your body, sizzling through your veins until you’re thrashing beneath him, your thighs quivering violently, and your toes curled so much that it hurts.  Sam doesn’t stop, not even when your ass tightens around his cock to the point of pain. He just presses his thumb against your clit, circling, rubbing, and making you scream for him.

You feel a gush between your thighs, your pussy convulsing around his fingers as you cum in a fountain spray. Sam curls his fingers into your g-spot, scissors them, and pulls them from you to draw out as much cum as possible. If you had any brains left, you might have been embarrassed by the way you came, squirting so hard that it hits his abdomen and drips from the nest of curls at the base of his shaft, how it drenches your thighs and pools on the mattress beneath you.

But you’re gone, lost, and fucked dumb, only able to grunt as he keeps fucking you.

"Tam pulchra, infans, tam formosa, tam mihi dura venit." His own voice is trembling, and his balls draw closer to his body as the muscles in his abdomen tighten. He buries himself deep so that your ass is full and your pussy tingles. And you feel it as he grunts against your neck—feel the white-hot ribbons of cum filling your ass.

Sam keeps thrusting until you've milked him dry, and then he pulls out, drawing a pathetic, desperate moan from your lips because of the sensation. Having let go of your wrists, he sits back on his haunches. You lay there, your thighs still trembling, your mind lost. Sam watches the way your pretty pussy twitches and the way your ass puckers, and his sticky cum drips from it in fat globs.

"What do pretty girls say after being filled with cum?" He asks, his voice soft, his fingers pushing his cum back into your stretched-out ass so that you were whimpering and shaking again. You manage to peel your eyes open to stare at him, tears in them, your chest heaving as he shoves two long fingers into your asshole.

He speaks English this time so that you understand, but you are still slow to react, straining to close your thighs. He kisses you without warning, his tongue in your mouth, licking yours until you're clawing at his shoulders to keep him there, desperate for his kiss.

"Gratias tibi." You managed with a weary smile, and that was enough for him for the moment.

the translations ::

Hic tam arctus es, infans. - You’re so tight here, baby.

Ubi vis me? - Where do you want me?

Hic? - Here?

Hic? - Here?

Jesus, tam stricta es. - Jesus, you’re so tight.

Venire - Come/cum.

Venire - Come/cum.

Tam pulchra, infans, tam formosa, tam mihi dura venit. - So pretty, baby, so beautiful, coming so hard for me.

Gratias tibi - Thank you.

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[eternalslover]

I got this gif off of pinterest and it's my absolute favorite thing ever

HES SO CUTE OMG

That's my hand BTW! (I'm delusional)

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[5sospenguinqueen]

Dean: *on the phone* Hey, Y/N. Can Sam and I borrow, roughly, $20,000?

Y/N: Why the hell do you need that much money?

Dean: It's for an escape room

Y/N What kind of escape room costs $20,000?!

Dean: …

Dean: The jail kind

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

She Stays (Part 3)

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

Part 1 Part 2

Pairing: Sam x student!/angel!reader

Word Count: 1,800ish

Warnings: language, implied smut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Really?” you said, eyes lighting up. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Make me yours, Y/N.”

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

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

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

“Yup,” said Sam, a smirk on his face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[waywardxwords]

Family, Friends and Loved Ones

Summary: You make it home for Thanksgiving to see your family again, bringing Sam and Dean with you.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: ~1.6k

Warnings: Slight language, fluff!

A/N: Day 2 of the #flufftober2023 (@flufftober) prompt challenge! The prompt is: Friends, Family, Loved Ones. Side note: if you are on my tag list, I am planning/attempting to post once a day during the month of October. I know that's a lot of tags and mentions, so if you'd like to be removed you can do so through the Tag List linked in my bio.

I hope you enjoy!

Fall was undeniably your most favorite time of the year. You loved everything about it—the changing leaves, the cooler weather, but especially the food: turkey, mashed potatoes, sweet potato casserole (and Dean's favorite, pie). Brown and yellow leaves passed by as you looked out the back window of the Impala.

“I’m just so excited!” You could hardly contain yourself. It had been far too long since you had made a trip home. While your parents and family understood, they missed you–and you missed them. Life as a hunter was complicated and confusing at times, but you grew up in a family of hunters. Your father considered himself retired now, but he always jumped back in if a job stumbled upon him. “I love Thanksgiving so much.”

Sam flashed you a small smile over his shoulder from the front passenger seat. He looked back to the road before he spoke. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a real Thanksgiving.” He murmured as he watched the passing trees and cow fields.

“Oh, bullshit,” Dean bickered back. He looked from the road to his younger brother, then back again. “We’ve had plenty of Thanksgivings.”

Sam’s brow knitted together as he contemplated. “I don’t know, man. I don’t remember the last time we had an actual Thanksgiving dinner–turkey, stuffing, the whole nine yards.” 

“Yeah, well, your memory’s shit,” Dean mumbled under his breath. 

You rolled your eyes but leaned forward in the seat to point ahead. “See that road there? Turn right,” you instructed. Dean nodded as he whipped the Impala around the corner. “It’s the first house on the left.”

The excitement from seeing your family again was taking a toll on you, and you felt yourself almost wiggle against the seat as your house came into view. It took a lot of strength to suppress a squeal–you could feel Dean’s judgment without him even looking at you–but kept your hand on the door handle, ready to throw it open as soon as the car lulled to a stop. 

“Baby!” Your mother was already halfway down the steps leading off of the front porch. The smile that spread across her lips was one you hadn’t seen in a long time, even on FaceTime. She had always worried so much about you hunting, even though she’d said she understood. 

“Mama,” you breathed as she embraced you. The scent of her shampoo and light perfume instantly calmed you in a way no one else could, except maybe Sam. 

As you remembered the man you had been with for over a year behind you, you pulled from her grasp and beamed up at him. “Mama, this is Sam Winchester. And that’s his brother, Dean.” 

“Sam,” she smiled a smile that reached her eyes. “It’s so good to finally meet you.” She embraced him tightly, just as she had you. 

“It’s really nice to meet you, too,” he hugged her back and grinned at you over her shoulder. 

“Well, come on, now,” she drawled at Dean. He emitted a chuckle as he made his way around the Impala and gave her a friendly hug. 

“Thanks for having us,” Sam called as you pulled your duffel bag from the backseat. Sam took it from you almost instantly, which made your heart feel warm. 

“Any friends of my baby are always welcome,” she gleamed. “Come on inside, your daddy is out back with your brother and sister.” 

After the boys gathered their own duffel bags, the three of you followed your mother up the steps leading into the house. You hadn’t realized how much you had missed the smell of home until you smelled it: warm cinnamon mixed with the sweet potato casserole your mom had in the oven. It brought a sense of peace over you that you hadn’t felt in a while. 

Just as you entered the kitchen, the back door opened and you heard the familiar voice of your younger brother. “Look what the cat dragged in,” he grinned as he approached. 

You managed the initial introductions—Sam and Dean seemed to fit in better than you expected. Sam wouldn’t say the words, but you could tell he was nervous. You caught him rub the palms of his hands down his jeans twice to get the stickiness from nervous sweat off. But he didn’t need to be; your family was just really glad to see you, and they had heard such great things about the boys. 

“So, you and my daughter, huh?” Your Dad couldn’t help but bring up over the noise of the TV in the background. 

“Yes, sir,” Sam said. His voice sounded strong, but you knew better. “I’m sure you weren’t thrilled she decided to date a hunter.” He cleared his throat a little and broke eye contact with your dad, but only for a second. 

“You would think that, right?” Your dad chuckled as he looked down at the bottle of beer in his hand. “You’re not completely wrong. When the kids were growin’ up, I would tell their mother they better choose a normal life. School, then marry someone regular, like an accountant, or somethin’,” Sam’s gaze fell again as your dad spoke. “But my wife kindly reminded me that this life was all they knew. And I’d be real lucky to have my kids meet partners that understood this life; people they didn’t have to hide from and could be totally honest with. People that would help keep ‘em safe.” His voice dropped a bit as he said his last sentence. He toyed with the beer bottle in his hand before he made eye contact with Sam once more. The tone of his voice made a bubble of emotion form in the back of your throat. 

Sam nodded his head once but made sure he made eye contact with your dad as he said, “I promise you I will do whatever I can to keep her safe.” 

Your Dad nodded as he studied Sam’s face. “I can tell you mean that, son.” 

Sam excused himself and made his way over to where you had watched inconspicuously from the doorway leading from the dining room to the kitchen. He grinned down at you as he approached, not afraid to snake his arm around your waist slightly. You looked up to him, raising your head in a way that told him you were waiting for a kiss. He obliged, giving you a quick peck. 

“That went well,” you murmured softly as he pulled away. 

“Yeah,” he chuckled and glanced back where your Dad sat at the table, already enveloped in the pre-game festivities on the TV he could see in the living room. “You have a really great family. I’m surprised you chose to hunt with us instead.” He cocked his head to the side as he searched your face to try to understand why you chose them; or why you chose him. 

“Well, not to sound like a typical girl or anything,” you rolled your eyes playfully and heaved a dramatic sigh. “But there’s kinda this guy…”

“Oh, yeah?” Sam grinned as he matched your playful tone. You took a second to bask in the glow of his joy. “Tell me about him.” 

“Oh, you’d love him,” you kept up the ruse as you brought one hand up to a button on his flannel, his fingers still splayed across your lower back. “He’s super smart, he went to Stanford, you know? But more than that, he’s kind, he’s loving, and he’s super attractive. Oh! And very, very tall.”

A slight rose color rose to Sam’s cheeks as he broke eye contact for a second, the grin still stretched across his face. “Super tall, huh?” 

“Oh yeah, gigantic,” you emphasized the word as you inched closer to his face. 

“Alright, alright,” he cut you off with another quick kiss. “I love you, too.” He beamed as he pulled back and met your gaze. This time it was your turn for the heat to reach your cheeks. Only a moment later, you heard your mom’s voice from the kitchen. 

“Okay, kids! Dinner’s just about ready,” she called out to the other areas of the house to gather everyone. You all made your way to the kitchen. Sam wasn’t afraid to stand behind you with his arms wrapped loosely around your waist—he knew he had gotten the okay from your father and that he fit right in. You were happy to see Dean talking with your brother; it was probably about hunting, but that was okay. It was at least someone to talk to. 

As you all stood around your family’s kitchen, you took a moment to observe. Your Mom laughed at something Dean said, which caused him to break into a smile you hadn’t seen from the man in a very long time. Your Dad conversed with Sam–thankfully not about hunting, but rather pre-law and what his college experience at Stanford was like. Your sister and brother bickered over who would win the big game, and while you wouldn’t voice it, your money was on the Cowboys. As your eyes traveled around the room, you felt Sam’s fingers reach around your hand and give a gentle squeeze. You moved to look back into his hazel gaze and realized your eyes had glassed over while taking it all in.

“Everything okay?” His voice was low as he observed the emotions across your face. 

You nodded and brought your fingertips up just under your eyes to wipe away any stray tears. “Everything is perfect.” He leaned to you and gave you a quick peck, making your smile grow and your heart warm even more. And everything was perfect. Because what more could you ask for? You had your family, friends and loved ones all together–you were thankful.

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[graceloveswolves]

Imagine… the boys realizing your “girls night” was actually a case.

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[thewxtchwhowrites]

Positions

summary: Cas and Dean are tired of you and Sam feeling something for each other and not saying anything, that is why they decide to leave you alone in the bunker while they decide to go hunting. Perhaps that way you and Sam decide to realize what you really feel for each other.

Word Count: 1024 words

Characters: Sam Winchester x reader.

Warnings: sensual dancing, sam winchester (obviously), sit on top (is this a real warning?), touching, mention of an erection.

A/N: This was the first one-shot I uploaded to this platform, if it has errors, I'm sorry since my native language is Spanish and not English.

A/N 2: Yes, I'm reuploading the one-shot because it was originally on my main blog, I still have to accommodate the new version of this one-shot.

Two men, an angel and a woman. Sounds like the beginning of a bad joke, you met the Winchester brothers in a somewhat peculiar case, a witch who murdered unfaithful men, Donna recommended you and that was when you met them you saved their lives, after they were captured by the witch.

The Winchesters owed you one.

Sam was the one who made the invitation that if you didn't have a place to stay, you could stay in the bunker with them and Castiel.

There were many empty beds, why not have another fighting partner?

Your sister had died a year ago, in a solo hunt that went wrong. Over the months you became good friends with them, you hunted together, shared movie or series references and told funny hunting stories.

But Dean was not a fool, you had been in the bunker for a few months and he could see how Sam was starting to develop feelings for you, as well as you for him. The way Sam looked at you, the tone he used to talk to you with, sometimes he seemed to be grooming himself more than usual, it was pretty obvious.

And also the fact that every time you both investigated a case and either of you found the answer, the atmosphere turned as he called it "Fluffy."

It was morning, Sam was already sitting checking his laptop, a new hunting alert was in progress. Second victim found read the headline of the story Sam was reading from an online newspaper.

"Good morning, Romeo, did you find something?" Dean smiled as he sat next to Sam with a beer in his hand. Sam cleared his throat, ignoring the new nickname that his brother had given him for a few months.

“Well get this, we have a case of bodies turning up in alleys with strategically placed marks in the back, of what it seems to be satanic cults.” Dean wrinkled his face, as he listened to his brother’s words.

Satanic cults?

Bodies with strange wounds?

That was totally their thing.

Or probably not, maybe it’s just a psychopath who roams that town.

You walked over to the table to start breakfast and listened to the awkward dialogue Cas and Dean were having.

“Well, this seems like a case that Cas and I can handle, right Cas?” Dean nodded as he read the local news, Castiel was confused.

He wanted you and Sam to be alone in the bunker, maybe in that way you two would finally declare your love and the atmosphere would stop being fluffy.

“That’s right Dean. You two will have time to…study.” Castiel spoke a little uncomfortable, he was trying to sound natural but you could tell that Dean wanted him to lie. “You two are going to help us from here...”

You looked at each other, Dean quickly got up from his chair to get his things and get out of there as soon as possible.

Hours had passed, Dean called saying that they would go to the widow’s house to investigate if the murdered man had enemies, or perhaps was involved in shady matters. You were mumbling the Ariana Grande song “Positions” the slow and reverb version in your room. You love this song.

And then you thought why not go sing this song to Sam? Maybe he laughs a bit, it would be an original way to declare your love. Sam has been a little distracted.

He’s probably still doing research.

You took the headphones off the cellphone and turned up the volume, put it on a nearby table. He looked at you and just smiled, then turned his eyes back to the old book and when the music started playing.

“Really, Ariana Grande? Wow…" He put his hand to his chest, surprised staring at you. Then you put your hands on the table.

"Heaven sent you to me…”

You winked and pointed at him as you approached the table.

“Boy, I’m tryna meet your brother on a Sunday…then make a lotta love on a Monday…”

He let out a laugh, but he wouldn't stop looking at you.

“Never need no, no one else, babe…”

His eyes were wide open, watching you dance and running your hands over your body, to the rhythm of the music. Sam swallowed nervously and began to smile, as you approached, closing the space between you and him, you ran your hand through Sam’s hair, while you sat on top of him.

“Something you want to tell me y/n?” Sam kept looking at your lips and then into your eyes, he began to put one of his hands under your shirt to touch your skin and with the other he took your face to kiss you, but you stopped it.

"I thought the lyrics of the song were very obvious…Sam Winchester” you whispered, when his lips were going to meet yours, you heard a clear throat coming from the door, it was Dean.

"Dean…" Sam said surprised as he took his hands off you. You just smiled, you felt ashamed like Sam to be discovered this way. 

He knew Dean would come up with one of his funny lines to embarrass him.

"Doing anatomical research, Sammy?” Dean smiled victorious at his plan, it's just that Dean was sorry he had come at the wrong time.

There is the funny phrase you and Sam thought, and you slowly got up off him.

“Hi. Dean.” You said while adjusting your shirt. “How was the hunt?“

“Yes. He was a road demon, he lied about his dealings and killed people before the ten-year contract expired.” There was a silence.

Cas appeared and knew the situation was awkward, he whispered something into Dean’s ear and Dean just nodded while smiling boastfully.

“I think I’ll be making dinner…” you said almost in a whisper looking at the boys and going to the kitchen. “Cas, will you come with me?”

“I will go find a book in my room…” Sam got up from the chair trying to hide his erection and left, but not before you saw how Dean followed him with a big smile.

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[river13245]

The Wingman

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Charlie Bradbury x Male reader Platonic, Sam Winchester x Maler reader

Charlie had managed to convince you to finally come out with her. She wanted to go to a bar to hopefully find a woman, it had been almost a week of her asking you so you finally caved in. You weren't a huge party person and definitely not a drinker. In fact you drank so little that you're sure after a few small drinks you would already be tipsy and who knows what secrets you would let slip during that time.

So this is why you were currently getting into a nicer outfit. Wearing a white button up shirt with the few top buttons undone. The shirt is tucked into black dress pants and since its chilly outside you have put on a black jacket that goes well with the vibe.

The bar that the two of you were going to was a nicer bar than the ones you are used to. You go on hunts every now and then, either on your own or helping someone with one. So you were making sure you looked at least halfway decent.

Your hands were running through your hair when Charlie walks into the bathroom. Some people would have found this weird because why was a girl just walking into the bathroom when a guy is in there but with the two of you it isn't. The both of you have known each other since you were kids. So she's more than welcome to have no boundaries with you. Of course she wouldn't walk in when you were not decent. She isn't crazy.

"You know you have to be my wingman tonight right?" She says as she stands beside you finishing up the little makeup she does wear. She wasn't one for makeup but she will do light blush and some mascara just to liven herself up. "trust me. I know the routine Char"

She elbows you and turns you to look at her. Then she brings her hand through your hair some more and finally gets it looking good. "there. It was getting boring just watching you struggle" As you roll your eyes you grab your phone putting it in your pocket before walking out the bathroom. "come on we better leave now if we want to make it at a decent time"

As you walk to the door Charlie grabs her phone and wallet. She was planning on drinking while you weren't. If you did drink it would be because someone paid for it.

When the both of you were ready you open the door for her and then begin walking to the bar. It wasn't a far walk and because of the fact that she wanted to drink it wasn't a good idea for her to drive back home. You would walk her back home if she didn't go home with anyone tonight.

The streetlights were on and the sun was low so it was getting pretty dark. The only sounds to be heard as the two of you walked was the cars passing by and your own footsteps. Since you were the perfect gentleman you walked on the side closest to the sidewalk because you knew the rule.

Charlie was talking about plans she had next week and as she was listing her plans off she looked over at you. "Oh by the way I'm also planning on going to the bunker to see the guys. You want to tag along?" You thought about it for a moment and before you could even say anything she spoke "Sam will be there" This earned her a glare from you. "How many times do I have to tell you that nothing is going on between the two of us"

She laughs and shakes her head "yeah what ever you say. That man looks at you the exact same way you look at him." You were looking straight ahead at the building that you were approaching. "If something were to happen it would have happened by now" There was no response back because she knew that you would get into your feelings if you both talked about it too much.

-----

When the two of you finally arrive and get used to the new scenery people start to come up to you. They ask if you would like a drink and you get a non alcoholic drink while Charlie gets her favorite.

While the bartender gets the both of you your drink. The both of you are just talking and not really paying attention until a random girl comes up to the both of you and starts engaging in a conversation.

The conversation is going really well until she says "You two are cute together" This causes the both of you to look at each other and laugh. "oh no no no. We are not each others types at all" Charlie says and the girls eyes widen "wait are you into women too!?"

This was your cue to slip from the conversation because that's all it took for them to hit it off. You head to the other end of the room and sit down, this is how it usually was when the two of you went out. She would find someone and hit it off, while you would sit and read or something else because you weren't interested in getting with anyone. Your feelings were for someone at the moment anyways.

From across the room you feel her eyes on you and when you look up you give her a thumbs up and a big smile encouraging her to go with the woman. Telling her that it was okay to kind of ditch you tonight. You could never be upset because you knew what would happen and even when she was drunk we never just left you alone she always made sure you were okay with it.

Everyone in the bar were on their way to being drunk or already were. Men were at the pool table in the corner talking loudly to each other not being able to understand just how loud they were being. Music was being played and people have been dancing along to it. Groups of friends were dancing together and some couples etc. etc.

Big crowds were definitely not your thing because your anxiety spiked. Especially when all the people were drunk. You weren't able to be around to many drunk people without you being super on edge because of some past experiences. So to try to calm yourself down you pulled out your book and began to read.

As you read you really wished you had your headphones or earbuds right now because all the loud noises were getting to you. Your sensory overload was becoming too much. You were noticing everything except that Charlie had looked over at you and instantly pulled out her phone

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Charlie was flirting with the girl. They were both hitting it off really well as she talked about how she was into D&D too but has never tried LARPING so they were talking about it.

Then after a while Charlie looked around just to make sure you were alright and when she found you she seen the way you were running your hand through your hair every few minutes or squeezing your eyes shut. Even in her drunk state she knew exactly what to do.

She looked at the woman in front of her and spoke kindly "hey I have to call someone. But I don't want to stop our conversation" The woman smiles and nods "its for your friend its okay. Go ahead"

Charlie pulls out her phone and clicks on a contact and puts it up to her ear. "Charlie?" the mans voice spoke through the phone. "Hiiii Sam" it was obvious to know that she was drunk because her voice was more high pitched. "are you drunk? Where are you?"

There was a worried tone to his voice and she laughs while shaking her head. "I may be a little under the influence but that's not why I called. y/n is here with me, we kinds separated from each other but I can tell he's having sensory overload and not doing well can you be here?"

Sam had gone quiet over the phone, the only sounds to be heard was shuffling. "Sam?" Charlie said and that's what made him respond "sorry I was getting my shoes on and getting a few things. Ill be right there. Enjoy your time"

She hung up and went back to the conversation with the girl in front of her.

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A few men and women had come up to you asking if you wanted to dance but you turned them all down. You really didn't want anyone to get the wrong idea and so you kept your head rested on your hand while you closed your eyes trying to block the noise out.

You hadn't known how much time had passed but when you felt a hand on your shoulder. It caused you to jump out of your skin. "sorry hun didn't mean to scare you" Sam's voice came out soft and the nickname he let slip out caused a blush to form on your face.

Looking up at him as he took a seat beside you. "its okay Sam. What are you doing here?" He was going through his bag that he brought with him as he replied. "Charlie called me told me you needed some company"

He hadn't wanted you to know that she noticed you weren't doing to well because he knew how you got when people pointed it out. You had traits of autism but have never gotten tested because your parents didn't believe in it. When you had your moments you would rather someone just silently make sure you were okay in public without pointing it out and making it a big deal.

The book that you were holding is not placed on top of the table. "thank you. Uhm I just, Crowds aren't really my thing" Sam smiles and pulls out a small bag "yeah I've noticed. Not a bad thing though, just means you like private more intimate places"

A smile forms on your face as you look at him. "yeah. I'm sorry that she called you. You were probably busy" He shakes his head "I'm never to busy" His words were spoke with such seriousness as if he was speaking the truth. You didn't know what to say but you didn't get the chance too before there was a loud smash that made your body jolt and your hands go to your ears.

Sam instantly stands up and places his hands over yours and brings them down to your lap. "it was someone just dropping their bottle. Its okay. Here" he grabs something from the pouch and pulls it out it was earbuds.

It was the same earbuds that he had gotten for you a few months back. Ones that blocked out most of the noise from the outside world. You looked up at him and the both of you made eye contact before he placed them in your hand. "thank you"

He smiled "its no problem. Put them in and ill play a song for you then we can dance to take your mind off everything"

You put in the earbuds and he pulls out his phone and once you nod he plays a song. Its songs that were just instrumental because he knew that at the moment if someone were to be talking in your ear you might just tip over.

Taking a deep breath and closing your eyes for a moment just letting your body relax a little before you stand up and take his hand. Sam leads you to an empty place and then places his hands on your shoulders lightly. They roam up and down your shoulders and then down to your back and you can feel how your body immediately relax.

He makes sure to be gentle and let you make the next move because he doesn't want to overwhelm you. So when you finally move closer to him he moves his hands to your sides while you place yours on his shoulders.

The music in your ears had a romantic kind of feeling to it and it was making you feel so many things. Sam looks down at you as if he sees you for all that you are. As if he can see all your flaws and still think you are the most attractive man he's ever seen

"Sam" Your voice was soft and quiet because of the emotions going through you. The both of your bodies were so close that you can feel his chest against your own as you danced with him. "y/n" his voice wasn't as quiet as yours had been but filled with so much hidden emotion that it sent a shiver down your spine.

No other words were spoken between the two of you for a few minutes. The only thing you could focus on at this moment was the way your heart was beating faster and how you could feel Sam's breath fan against your face as he spoke your name.

You began to become so tired of all the games. Just wanting him to kiss you but you refused to kiss him and ruin whatever it was going on between you. He must have had the same reaction because he spoke "I'm going to kiss you" his hands pull you against him more as he leans down and places a soft kiss to your lips.

The kiss was soft at first and it made your hands go to the back of his head as you deepen it. His soft lips against your own and then when you deepen it he matches the energy and his tongue slips into your mouth as his hands tighten their grip on you more possessively.

Your knees almost gave out so its a good thing that he was holding you up. When he pulled away it was far to soon for your liking. He had just kissed you as if he needed you to breathe and now as you look up at him. He was looking at you as if you were the only one in this room. "How about I take you to the bunker with me?"

There was nothing that insinuated that he meant that in a way that was like *let me take you home and we can fuck* but still it made you freeze. When he noticed your reaction he shook his head. "Let me take you back to the bunker to take care of you. Ill make you food and then we can watch whatever movie you want"

As he grabs his bag, you grab your phone and book. Then once you both get everything he grabs onto your hand and you begin to walk out of the building but not before you look over at Charlie and she's already looking at you giving you a thumbs up and a smile. "Its about damn time" she mouths to you and you laugh while Sam just smiles and shakes his head while mouthing the words "be safe"

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The night was spent with a sandwich that Sam had made for the both of you. A movie had been playing while the two of you ate. It was a romantic comedy, one of your comfort movie.

However your moment was ruined because Dean came down and whistled dramatically "well Sammy I didn't know you had it in you. Its about time" This caused you all to roll your eyes and laugh.

Then when the movie was finished you ended up falling asleep next to Sam as he just had a hand on you just to make sure you were there as the both of you slept.

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[topofmythighs]

burning into my mind

sam winchester x female reader

rundown: reader forgets pjs, sexy sam saves the day

warnings: none

word count: 3,759

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dean pulls into the parking lot just as slowly as her eyes open. every action shared between the three hunters feels - and probably looks - like it’s in slow motion. the hunt tonight was particularly rough, involving two witches who would not give up until they got what they wanted. and what they wanted was sam.

thankfully, he sits in the passenger seat of the impala and readjusts as he notices they’re all back at the motel. he slowly clambers out of the car, hearing a soft yawn slip past her lips. everyone’s limbs feel like they’re a thousand miles long, especially as they try to regain feeling in their legs to get out of the car. dean’s the first to grab his duffle bag from the trunk, sam following.

he grabs hers, too. without a word, the three of them saunter to the motel room door, thankful for the beds - no matter how uncomfortable they truly were.

dean drops onto one of the beds face-first, his jacket and jeans still on. his legs hang off the bed a little, as he’s not fully laying at the top of the bed. he lets out a large groan into the mattress. sam looks back at her as she closes and locks the door, smiling to herself at dean’s expression.

“hated that,” dean’s muffled voice whines.

sam’s eyes widen while he sits at the end of the other bed, taking his boots off. “dude,” he starts. “you weren’t the one being converted into some creepy witch cult.”

dean turns his head out from the mattress to glare at sam. “i walked into that creepy-ass building and lost my gun in two seconds to those bitches,” he complains.

sam’s mouth opens, offended that dean is even trying to win this battle. “dude!” he repeats. “witch cult! minutes away from being their little snack!”

“snack?” she ponders. both men turn to look at her. her head is propped up by her hand as she sits at the uncomfortable wooden table, and her eyes are closed. “you were gonna be their bitch boy, sammy,” she comments, half asleep.

dean lets out a one-note laugh, but she can tell he is mere seconds away from retaliating to sam to claim he’s right. she interrupts dean. “that doesn’t mean you win, dean. “bitch boy witch cult” beats “wah, i lost my gun because of magic”.”

she opens her eyes to see dean huff and stuff his face back into the mattress, and sam smiles over at her. she sends a wink his way, making him laugh with his body. she slowly sits up, stretching her body and cracking whatever joints she can.

“i’m gonna hit the hay,” she says. “i am ready for this day to be over.” dean’s hand fist pumps in the air in solidarity and quickly slaps back down onto the bed.

sam chuckles softly, “i’ll walk you to your room.”

she smiles, grabbing her duffle bag. “goodnight dean,” she says, and he only replies with a grunt. sam closes the door behind them, immediately taking her bag from her and carrying it himself.

“you don’t need to do that,” she says.

he looks down at her as they walk, the smooth concrete feeling cool on his sock-clad feet. “i know.”

her room is only three doors down from the boys, but her heart warm-up at sam’s chivalry. she unlocks the door, happy to feel the warm air of the room. sam rests the bag on the ground, awkwardly stuffing his hands in his pockets. he watches her intently as she ties up her hair, takes off her jacket, and improperly takes her boots off. he wants nothing more than to lay down in that bed beside her under the blanket she brought from home and to feel her body close against his.

she looks at him and smiles. “you okay, sammy?”

he comes to, shaking his head. “yeah. yeah, sorry. just, umm,” he pauses, trying to play his staring off the best he can. “just a long day. tired is all.”

she walks closer to him, and he thinks it’s just to be close to him, but she’s only picking her bag up off the floor. he kicks himself for thinking she was coming near him for him.

“i get that, sammy,” she says, placing her bag on the bed. “i’m sorry today’s hunt was so difficult. if you’re shaken up, you can talk to me about it,” she offers, turning her head to him and smiling. she begins going through her bag as he talks.

“i appreciate it,” he begins, “but you know i’m not one for spilling how i feel and making it everyone else’s problem.”

“you’re not making anything anyone’s problem,” she mutters without a second in between his words. “fuck,” she whispers, erratically digging through her bag.

“what’s wrong?” sam asks, hands still deep in his pockets, looking awkward as ever.

“just, ugh,” she mumbles, rubbing her hands over her face, exhaustion taking over her body. “i forgot pyjamas.” she instinctually cracks her knuckles, frustrated with herself.

sam frowns at her. “take a shower,” he says kindly. she looks at him oddly, as if he didn’t just hear her. “i have, uhm,” he mumbles. “just shower, i’ll find you something to wear.”

she smiles at him, rubbing her hands over her face again. she sighs, and there’s silence in the room. he notices that she’s trying to collect herself, trying not to blow up. she’s exhausted, he can see it in the way she’s keeping her shoulders up. he swears, if he could, he would wrap her up in his arms, put on her favourite movie, and let her bitch about the day. he knows he can’t - they’re close, but not that close - but oh god, does he want to.

he shakes his head to be-rid his trance. “shower, please. and lock this door. i’ll be back over in, let’s say, twenty, yeah?”

she nods and walks over slowly to the door to lock it when he leaves. he opens the door, and she watches as he ducks through it, eliciting butterflies in her that she tries to ignore. she locks the door and continues to watch him through the window, unable to stop. she breathes in deeply and decides to shower, while sam is in his and dean’s room, searching through his duffle bag.

“what are you looking for?” dean asks. he rests against the headboard on the bed closest to the door, his legs crossed, and the tv remote in hand.

“uh,” sam starts, pinching his eyes together. “pjs, any sort of pjs.”

dean’s face contorts out of pure confusion. “context is cool.” sam stops digging through his bag when he finds a grey henley, a green zip-up, and a pair of black briefs. when he doesn’t answer his brother, dean continues. “the fuck are you doing, sammy? planning to go for a polar dip or something?”

“oh, uhm, no. she - she forgot pyjamas,” sam says shyly.

dean smirks, preparing to tease his brother for all eternity. “did she forget pyjamas, or did she “forget pyjamas”?” he asks, air quoting.

sam wads up his underwear and chucks it at dean, who lets out a merciless “ew!”

“who purposefully forgets pyjamas, dean?” sam asks sternly.

dean shrugs. “dunno, never forgotten my pyjamas before.”

sam rolls his eyes.

“but,” dean continues. “i have also never been in love with my roommate and hunting partner for years on end.”

sam whips his head around to dean, disregarding his neat folding that he’s doing. “dean, i told you not to fuck around with me about that.”

dean’s hands go up in defence. “i’m not fucking around with you, sammy. that chick,” he whistles, “has the H-O-T-S for you, man.”

sam rubs his neck. “dean,” he sighs, his eyebrows turning upwards in sadness. “she doesn’t like me like that. i know you think she does, but she doesn’t. if you had walked her to her room-“

“which wasn’t totally necessary.”

sam sighs again, flipping dean off then continuing, “she would’ve asked you for pjs too. so, can we please drop this so i can go and give that exhausted and adorable girl in the next room over some of my clothes so i can have the most confusing and irrational dreams ever tonight?!”

dean looks stunned at sam’s outburst, but ultimately chucks him a thumbs up. “go for it, kiddo.”

sam puffs his chest out, retrieving the thrown underwear from dean, and gathering the rest of the clothes. he checks his watch to make sure he’s on time, and of course, he is, so he shuts the door on his laughing brother and heads back down to her room.

he knocks lightly on her door, hoping she’s not in the shower and overthinking that something terrifying awaits her on the other side of the door.

she answers quickly, the motel room towel wrapped tightly around her. she smiles at sam, a small blush painted onto her face. she ushers him in, and he quickly sits on the foot of the bed.

“i, uh,” he stammers. “here. a hoodie, a long sleeve, and boxers. i don’t know if you need it all, or even want it all, but i couldn’t have you sleeping in those gnarly clothes, or be in here, and cold, and vulnerable, and-“

she sits next to him and wraps her arms around his chest, giving him a large hug. sam feels himself freeze, unsure if it was really happening.

“thank you, sammy,” she says, noticing he felt uncomfortable, and pulling away from him. her heart sinks, but she tries to convince herself it was just because she was still a little wet from the shower. he looks at her, and it takes everything in him not to melt from her sweet eyes. he hands her the clothes, and she heads to the bathroom to get changed.

“dumbass,” she says to the mirror, letting the towel drop as she changes into his clothes. she can’t believe she’s slipping on that worn-in grey henley and stepping into his boxers. she gently pushes her arms through the sleeves of the hoodie, half zipping it up, and staring at herself in the mirror for a little longer than she should’ve. the bright led lighting in the old, smoke-stained bathroom drowns out the blemishes on her face and the rosy blush on her cheeks. she brings the sweater up to her nose and takes a deep breath, smelling sam and only sam. she smiles to herself, but feels awkward and dumb for thinking this is anything more than borrowing a friend’s clothes. she sighs and shakes more of the water out of her hair with the towel before shutting the light off and leaving the bathroom.

sam sits in the same spot she left him, but now he’s flipping through the television channels.

“hey,” she says, and his head spins quickly to look at her. they smile at each other, blushes painting pink across their cheeks.

“hi,” sam whispers back. “you look, uhm,” he clears his throat. “comfy. you look comfy.”

“i am,” she whispers back. “thank you again, sammy.”

sam nods and pats the bed next to her so she can sit. she sits next to him then lets her body fall back onto the bed. her tops shrink up her body a bit, enough for sam to notice the skin of her tummy. it looks soft, smooth, and warm, and it’s taking a lot of self-control for sam not to reach out and touch it. her eyes are closed, so sam feels less creepy for staring at her. he smiles to himself, his chin resting against his shoulder as he looks back at the exhausted girls he longs to call his. she’s breathing deeply, trying to relax her body. he’s watched her do this a dozen times, but never in his clothes. his mind is racing - thoughts of how cute she looks in his clothes to how nice it would be to take them off of her. he clears his throat once more and readjusts.

she reaches her hand out to sam’s bicep, holding tight to pull herself back up. he swears he has goosebumps, so he’s glad he has a sweater on.

“d’you wanna watch a movie?” she asks, sitting upright again. “i know today was really long, so i get it if you don’t but, i dunno,” she mutters, playing with her fingers.

he nudges his body gently against hers. “what’s wrong?”

she sighs, looking up at him, then back down to her hands. she shrugs. “don’t know,” she whispers. sam bends down lower to hear her better, and she feels her heart beat faster. “came close to not comin’ home with you, bitch boy,” she says, trying to make the sentiment as lighthearted as possible.

sam huffs out a small laugh. “yeah, it was a close one today.” sam sees her nodding, and he can smell the remorse coming off of her. “but,” he continues, and she looks up at him again. he feels butterflies in his stomach when she holds eye contact this time. “i’m here, you’re here, de’s here. we’re gonna watch a movie, chill out, and we’ll just try to move past this, okay?”

she smiles at him, nudging him back. “thank you, sammy,” she replies. they stare at each other for a moment before she looks away, nervous the blush on her cheeks would intimidate him. “this is comfy,” she says, gesturing to her outfit.

sam smiles. “you look really cute.” he comments, immediately regretting it until his unprovoked words are followed by an adorable, girly giggle.

this feeling - the closeness, the looming scent of sam, the fictitiousness of it all - it’s a lot for both of them. both of their heads are spinning, drunk on fervour and starved of touch. their hearts are rhythmically beating to the sound of imagined love, lust, and connection; but, there’s some sort of dense, unbreakable wall that’s holding either of them back from blurting out what they’re feeling.

the sheer density of that wall creates a weight of awkwardness that is heavy on both of their chests, and their minds are scrambling to overcome it.

she scoots closer to sam, desperate to shake off that feeling. once again, her hands find his bicep, and she wraps her arms around it. she rests her head on his shoulder, letting her body depend on his to stay upright.

sam is convinced his heart has stopped, that this is somehow a lucid dream. he can’t let her initiate this closeness and not reciprocate it again, so takes his opposing hand and rubs her head. he takes it a step further as he hallucinates dean’s voice in his head telling him to “man up and show that girl you love her!” he kisses the top of her head, lingering for a second, before whispering, “everything’s okay. we’re all here. no one’s hurt. you’re safe.” her arms tighten around him at his sweet words and gestures, and she snuggles impossibly closer. he kisses the top of her head again, letting her know he’s still there. “uhm, if you lemme shower, i’ll smell a hundred times better. then we can watch a movie, yeah?” she nods against his arm. “i’ll be super quick.”

she lets go apprehensively, pulling away to see sam smiling down at her. sweet sam, the protector of all. “thank you, sammy.”

he nods, too. “find a movie, please. i’m gonna go, but i’ll be back as quick as possible.”

“take your time,” she says, aware that if she didn’t reply, he’d ramble his way out of the room.

he stands up, walking towards the door. “lock this,” he says before ducking again and leaving.

it all happened very quickly for sam, and as he walks back to his and dean’s room, he’s afraid he’s messed up again. he tries to move as quickly as he can as to not leave her waiting for long.

when he swoops through the door, dean becomes guarded, asking sam what’s wrong.

“nothing,” sam says, going through his bag one more time to grab his shower supplies and actual pyjamas.

“what’d you do to her, man?” dean asks, sipping his beer.

“nothing!” sam replies, looking up at dean, his hands full. “i didn’t do anything, de. i need to shower and get back to her, okay? so shut up and keep watching your shitty western movie.”

“hey!” dean yells defensively. “don’t take your shitty pick-up game out on my cowboys!”

“it’s not shitty!” sam yells back from the shower.

he can’t remember the last time he felt so rushed in the shower, but, he feels elated at the same time, so any anxiety he’s feeling from being rushed is immediately counteracted.

within minutes, he’s out of the shower, drying off, and changes into blue flannel pyjamas, black boxers, and a large, oversized black long sleeve. he comes out of the bathroom as fast as he went in. he sits on the foot of his bed, putting on socks that he found in his bag and roughly slipping his feet into his black chuck taylor’s. they slam onto the brown carpeted floor as he wiggles his feet into them.

“remember earlier when i told you politely to not bring up the whole “unrequited love” thing?” sam asks, as he stands up.

“uh huh,” dean mumbles.

“can you do me a favour and bring it up right now? i don’t know if i’m overthinking right now, but you’re like, my automatic wingman, so you need to help me out.”

dean smiles, taking another swig of beer before looking at his dishevelled brother. “i promise you,” dean starts, “that girl is in love with you. from bro to bro, i want you happy, and i know she’s into you. wingman to a rookie?”

sam scoffs.

“i’m not setting you up for failure, sammy,” dean finishes. “i’m serious.”

sam sighs happily, smiling down at his shoes. “i’m gonna go back.”

“thatt’a boy!” dean cheers, and sam hushes him.

“i’ve got my key,” sam says. “so, don’t, like, shoot me when i come back tonight.”

“if,” dean winks.

sam rolls his eyes and leaves his room, briskly walking back to hers. he knocks on the door again, and he swears he feels some kind of deja vu.

she answers the door quickly, smiling at sam. “i haven’t decided on a movie yet.”

sam smiles too. “well let me in, and we’ll pick one out.”

they stand awkwardly near the bed before she asks, “do you, uhm,” she sighs. “d’you wanna sit together again?” her voice is meek, a tone sam often doesn’t hear from her.

he nods, scared that if he speaks, his voice will crack. he sits against the headboard, extending his legs down the bed. she does the same, making sure her blanket from home is spread out over both of them. there’s a significant gap between them as sam surfs through the channels for a movie.

“”she’s the man,” “the big stampede”,” sam lists.

she chuckles. “i bet dean’s watching that one.”

sam smiles and looks at her. “can confirm.”

she laughs again. “did you make sure to tease him about it?”

sam nods slyly, eliciting another giggle from her.

“well,” he mumbles, tired of flicking through the channels. “what do you wanna watch?”

she shrugs. “you could put on “the big stampede” for all i care.” her voice is quiet when she adds, “just wanna be here.”

sam’s smile widens, and his dimples are carved deep into his cheeks. he’s brave again and pulls her head gently toward him so he can lay another kiss there. “here,” he suggests. “come closer and get comfy.”

a deep blush fades onto her face once more, and she begins to play with the sleeves on the green zip-up sam loaned her. her lack of eye contact feeds the fire in sam’s stomach, and instead of waiting for her to do something, he wraps his large hands around her boxer-clad hips and slides her closer. he tucks her into his chest, and she immediately melts into him, burying her face into his chest. he continues to kiss her head, becoming more and more comical about it until she laughs at it. her hand makes its way around his neck, bringing them closer together and encouraging sam to trail his kisses down her face. she keeps laughing, so sam continues, hoping that his brother didn’t lead him astray. everything about this moment feels as natural as it is terrifying for both of them.

“sam,” she giggles out. he keeps kissing her face. “sam!”

he pulls away instantly, at least, as much as he can with her hand still playing with his hair at the nape of his neck. her eyes meet his.

“i need to tell you something,” she says, trying to adjust her body so she feels more serious.

sam nods. “me too.” he licks his lips, and he feels his anxiety spreading to his toes.

“i, uhm,” she says, looking at his lips and back up to his eyes. “i’m in love with you,” she whispers.

sam’s eyes widen, and he can feel his cheeks heating up. he adjusts her again, holding her hips and dragging her into his lap. she clings to his body like she’ll lose him if she lets go.

“not in the friend way, right?” he asks, using his fingers to make sure she looks at him in his eyes. her head shakes, and she bites her lip. sam smiles. “i’m in love with you, too. and not in the friend way either.”

she smiles and tucks her head into his neck as he wraps his arms around her. she presses small kisses on his neck, and he does the same to her.

"thank you, sammy," she whispers against his neck. he nods. "i was so scared today."

he gently shushes her, rubbing his hand up and down her back. "i know, but i'm here. we're both here, and we're in love."

she pulls back from his neck, and he admires his clothes on her again. "in love."

he nods once more before placing his hand on her cheek. "can i kiss you?"

she smiles, nodding excitedly before leaning in to kiss him, something she's fantasized about for years.

"in love," she whispers against his lips.

he chuckles, finding the repetition adorable and comforting. "in love."

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[dragjunkie23]

Please Come Home

Request: A lovely user wanted to see how Sam would handle a partner with PMDD, which is almost like PMS but a lot worse especially for those who have ADHD or other neurodivergent

Minors DNI

Warnings: Very emotional, angsty, fluffy

Three days

It’s been three whole days since Sam left with Dean to help with a case. I normally would go with them, but I decided to sit this one out and give myself a break as the recent jobs we had got me super exhausted.

However, the exhaustion was not just from the cases. My period also decided to show up, and normally I can ride it out the best I can, but having ADHD plus hormones running wild…it’s not a great mix to have.

The cramps I can handle. It’s the fact that Sam was gone that was getting to me.

I took one of his flannels he left behind in our shared room and would hold it as I fell asleep. It sounded dumb, but having this close to me was almost like Sam was here.

I couldn’t take it anymore after day three, though. I found myself waking up crying and every single little thing got to me. I tried to fix our AC unit but I kept dropping the screws. I wounded up crying for about 1 hour before I could finally pick myself back up.

I wanted Sam to come home, to wrap his arms around me and tell me that everything would be okay. It felt selfish to ask him to drop everything and come home, though. People’s lives were in danger and we were the only one who could help them.

I eventually swallowed my pride and decided to call Sam up. Maybe hearing his voice would make things better.

“Y/N?”

I tried to hold myself together as I didn’t want him to know I’ve been upset.

“Hey…baby…I just wanted to call and say hi,” I said.

“Well, hey to you too,” he said as I heard him smile, “What bought this on? Everything okay?”

“Yeah…I just miss you that’s all,” I said.

“I miss you, too, baby girl,” he said.

The moment those words came out of his mouth, the water works began as I started to cry. I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Baby?! You okay!?” he said in a panicked tone.

I didn’t know what came over me but I knew that there was no point in hiding it.

“Truth be told…no. I’m…I got my period shortly after you and Dean left, and it’s just been killing me. Every little thing gets me upset. I almost threw the toaster across the room because I burnt my toast…and I just wish you were here with me. I’m so lonely. I’m sorry…I didn’t…I know this job is important…”

“Hey hey, there’s not need to apologize,” he said, concern filling his voice, “Oh baby girl, I’m so sorry you’re going through this.”

All I could do was nod. It felt great getting it all out but I also felt guilty. “I’m not trying to guilt trip you…”

“Baby, deep breaths” he said, “Again, you have nothing to apologize for. In fact, I’m glad you told me this.”

There was a moment of silence before Sam told me to hold on a second. My heart was pounding a bit as I wondered what was going to happen next. Was he mad? Was Dean mad? So much anxiety ran through me as I waited for the next steps.

Finally, Sam picked the phone up. “You still there, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” I managed to say.

“Okay. I’m coming home right now. Garth is nearby anyways so he’s gonna help with the case.”

“Sam…no…”

“Y/N, it’s all fine. If it helps, Dean was the first to say that I should come home to you before I even asked. He also instructed me to bring you chocolate ice cream and to put my healthy eating habits aside for this.”

I smiled a little bit, feeling better knowing that Dean was on board. Still, the guilt lingered, but there wasn’t a whole lot I could do about that.

“Get some sleep, sweetheart. I’ll see you in a bit.”

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3 Hours Later

I felt a little dip in our bed as someone sat down. Opening my eyes, I saw Sam looking at me with a sympathetic smile on his face.

He’s home.

I jumped on him, wrapping my arms around him and burying my face into his neck, letting out little tears.

“You’re back.”

“I told you I would be back,” he said.

He wrapped his arms around me, stroking my hair and rocking me back and forth to help soothe me. He whispered in my ear things like “Shhh, it’s okay, baby girl. Let it out. I’m home. You’re safe.”

After I calmed down, we both laid down on the bed, my upper body still on him as he continued to massage my head while rubbing my back.

“Can I ask…what bought this on?” he asked.

I shrugged. “It���s…not easy to explain Sam. I think in all honesty, it was a mix of pure exhaustion, the pain, and so much more. Normally I can take care of myself just fine, but…I don’t know. I’m sorry…that I made you leave…I wanted you to finish…”

“And I wanted to leave the moment I heard you crying. You didn’t make me leave, sweetheart. I wanted to get back here…I just needed to know that you were safe and that I could be there for you.”

I just nodded, not knowing what else to say. I wanted to apologize again, but I knew Sam would just tell me to stop apologizing.

“What…did Dean look like when you told him?” I asked.

“He looked scared, honestly,” he said, “When I told him what was going on, he was relieved that it was nothing serious, but insisted that I go and help you before I could ask.”

“You mentioned that on the phone,” I said.

“I know. Now, let’s get some rest, okay?”

I didn’t want to rest. I wanted to stay awake, enjoying Sam’s company. My body needed the rest, though, so I drifted off, finally having a dreamless sleep in the arms of the man I love.

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[daisywrites101]

You Scared Me!

Pairing: Sam Winchester x GN! Reader

A/N: This oneshot was requested by @onlinepigeon! I did not forget about your request, and I send you my deepest apologies for how long this took to write! I really hope you guys enjoy this, and please do not hesitate to make requests. As always, I hope you guys like this one!!

Warnings: Arguing, stabbing, blunt force trauma, blood descriptions, needles/IV mentioned

"Why would you put yourself in danger like that?" Sam says to you, his voice raised, as he slams the motel door behind him. Thank god that Dean went out for a drink, more likely since Dean knew that Sam was angry enough as it is. During the vamp hunt you and the boys were on, you threw yourself out in front of Sam since a vamp nearly attacked him. "I was making sure that you were safe." You say turning around to face him. He was clearly angry, chest puffing with each breath he took and his face had a harsh expression. "That I was safe? You nearly got yourself killed! Not to mention that we didn't even kill all of the vamps!" Sam says with frustration. The anger rises inside of you. What had gotten into him lately? He normally did not act this way, in fact it was usually Dean. You scoff and walk past him, toward the motel room door. "Where are you going?" Sam asks you. "Out," you simply say as you leave, the door slamming behind you. You continue to walk away from the motel. You did not want to risk arguing with him. The friendship that you have with the boys mean the world to you and your feelings toward the younger of the two boys grew beyond friendship. Seeing Sam being angry with you hurt you, especially since you caused the anger to happen in the first place. You end up walking into the darkness of the late evening, allowing Sam and yourself to calm down from the heat of the previous argument.

You hear rustling of leaves coming from the woods beside you, and you freeze in your place, listening. You reach to your side instinctively, trying to pull out a weapon, but nothing was there. You silently curse to yourself. You must have put down your gun that was at your side in the motel and left it since there was a lot of tension between you and Sam. The rustling happens again, this time on the other side of you. You quickly turn to face where the noise came from, then you feel a blow to the back of your head. You fall to the ground, your vision getting blurry before fading to black altogether.

You're not sure how long you had been out, you could feel restraints on your wrists, which were behind your back. Where you were hit in the back of the head hurt like hell, but you could manage. You open your eyes and they immediately hurt from the bright light hanging above you. Your neck is stiff, most likely from hanging the way it was while you were knocked out. You blink a couple of times while looking around the room you were sat in, wondering where you were. As your eyes began to adjust, you realized you were in an abandoned warehouse. Who ever decided to kidnap you really needed to lay off of the cliches. You hear footsteps coming from behind you, you turn your head as far as you could. "Well then, it seems like you finally decided to wake up." A male voice says from behind you. The foot steps continue until you can finally see who was talking to you, he was the leader of the nest of vamps that you had wiped out earlier. He must have ran after you killed the one that nearly attacked Sam. "You will make perfect bait for those hunters that attacked my nest, considering that that one of them in particular has a soft spot for you," the vamp says, going around you and bending down so he could be eye level with you, "I know that he will at least be after you. Once he shows up, I will make sure that he watches you die," he pulls out a knife and stabs your thigh with it and you wince in pain, "very slowly." You can feel blood beginning to soak your jeans. "Fuck you." You simply say through the pain you are going through. He twists the knife into your thigh and you begin to scram in pain, not being able to stay strong anymore. The vamp pulls out the knife, smelling the blood on it, like a creep, and he chuckles. "You'll taste amazing." He says then begins to show his fangs. As he is doing this, your vision is becoming blurry. The blood coming from your leg has completely soaked your jeans, and is dripping onto the floor. Just before you black out, you hear the door slam open, the vamp immediately has his head chopped off, then everything fades to black.

You wake up in a bed that is in a dimly lit room. You blink a few times, confused on what happened and where you were. You shifted slightly, and pain shot through your leg, the leg that you were stabbed in. You hiss in pain and look down at your leg. Maybe you shouldn’t do that anymore. You look around, and take in your surroundings and notice that you’re in a hospital room. You have an IV in your hand, and you look at the chair next to your bed and Sam is sitting there, asleep. He looked like he hadn’t been sleeping very well as there were dark circles under his eyes. He stirs then his eyes open. He rubs his face with his hand then looks up at you hand notices you awake. At first he sits there in shock, but before you can say anything to him, he gets up and hugs you. You’ve never seen him like this and it makes your heart flutter having him suddenly hug you like this. You of “You scared me, Y/N.” He says into your neck. He pulls away from you and looks into your eyes. “I thought I was going to lose you, and I could not live with myself if that happened.” You can feel how tense his body is, so you pull him closer. “You wouldn’t have lost me, Sam.” You say, you voice hoarse. Sam pulls away from you, his eyes looking deep into yours. His hand comes up to your face and rests in your cheek. He rubs his thumb against it, and his eyes look all over your face. “I love you, Y/N.” He says and looks like he immediately regrets it as soon as those three words come out of his mouth. He seems to start panicking, but you bring your hand up to touch his face, calming him down. “I love you too, Sam.” You say with a smile. He kisses you immediately and pulls you in close. This moment is perfect, and there is no place where you’d rather be.

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[5sospenguinqueen]

*Y/N, having to go on a hunt undercover, interviewing for a position at a daycare*

Interviewer: So, would you say you have experience with young children?

Y/N: (looking at the window at the two men leaning against the impala) Yes, lots

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[winchesterszvonecek]

Librarian - [ Sam Winchester ]

Summary: You and Sam finally introduce yourselves to one another after he’s been frequenting your library for weeks

Word Count: 1392

Warnings: reader insert - [ was written with a female reader in mind but there is no mention of pronouns/description so it can really be read by any reader ], fluff

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You always loved working in the library. You loved the peaceful atmosphere, the smell of new books mixed with that of the old ones. You loved seeing which books people checked out and getting to hear their thoughts about those they’d returned. You loved recommending your own favourites to people and you always got so excited when they returned them with a smile on their face as that usually meant they enjoyed it, something you couldn’t help but puff up with pride over.

But most of all you enjoyed it because you got to see him. That tall, handsome, broad shouldered, brunette guy who’d often come in and sit alone in the corner, flicking through rather old and fragile looking books. You never could quite see just what he was reading but you knew it had to be interesting as he barely ever looked up from the browning pages beneath him.

You didn’t know his name. You’d never spoken to him, never so much as even seen him look back at you, but there was just something about him that you couldn’t quite shake. You knew it from the first day you saw him, and from the next day when you arrived at work dressed a little nicer than you usually did as you secretly wanted to impress him. Wanted him to notice you. But like every other day, this mysterious man never so much as uttered a word. He just sat in his usual spot, flicking away through enough books to start his own library.

It was the same almost every day, until today.

You’d been waiting for him to show up, your chin resting on your hand as you anxiously tapped your nails against the desk. He always arrived at the same time everyday but today he was a little later, something that intrigued you as he struck you as the type of guy with a routine. You were almost about to give up, to go back to sorting the newest additions to your tiny library when the door opened, the bell above it jingling softly as it did.

You didn’t know whether the shiver you felt was from the draught of the mid-autumn air that seeped in or whether it was from the sight of him walking in, but whatever it was, you didn’t care. He was here, only this time… He wasn’t alone.

“Why am I here, Sam?” His friend asked, peeved, as he gestured around him. After all this time you’d seen him, you’d never once heard his name. Sam. He looked like a Sam.

“Because, Dean…” Sam replied gruffly, grabbing Dean by the arm and dragging him towards his usual table that was tucked away in the corner. You couldn’t help the feeling you got over his voice. His deep, smooth voice that you could listen to for hours if he’d let you. “I’m sick of doing research by myself.”

“What are you talking about? You love research.” Dean protested, shaking his arm from Sam’s hold as you raised your eyebrow at his words. Research? You couldn’t help but wonder what kind of research he could be doing, especially when you’d taken a little peek at the books he’d returned yesterday and noticed they were all related to the supernatural.

You straightened, subtly fixing your hair as you began to busy yourself, stealing looks towards the two men in the corner of the room. The men you couldn’t help but think were brothers now, given the way they kept bickering towards one another, something that you couldn’t help but chuckle quietly over as you scanned new books into the system.

You were so deep into your own thoughts, one’s that may or may not have involved Sam, that you hadn’t even heard him approach the desk, not until you turned around and spotted him, his sudden presence making you jump in your skin.

“Sorry. I, uh, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Sam chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head as you lowered your hand from your chest, where it had landed after he’d almost scared you half to death.

“No, no. It’s… It’s okay.” You breathed out, setting aside the book in your other hand as you gathered yourself. You couldn’t help but blush a little, the tips of your ears redder than the shirt that covered Sam’s chest. “Can I- Can I help you with something?” You asked, praying you didn’t seem as nervous as you felt.

“Yeah, actually…” He began, clearing his throat as his eyes shifted around him before they landed back on yours, sending a flutter throughout your stomach. “I was wondering, and this is gonna sound a little… out there, I guess, but uh, do you have any books on necromancy?”

“Necromancy?” You repeated, his request making you forget the nervousness you felt around him as you eyebrow raised, before it fell into a furrow as you couldn’t help but feel a sense of deja-vu. You moved closer, leaning your palms on the table before you asked. “You wouldn’t happen to know Bobby Singer would you?”

“Uh, how did you, uh, how did you know?” Sam asked, feeling as flustered as you might have felt had he not asked you for such a request.

“He used to come in here a lot, asking for all sorts of books on the supernatural world… Not to mention the half dozen different bible versions he would ask me for.” You said with a chuckle, hearing the rather nervous one leave Sam’s lips as nothing more than a breath. “Anyway, I uh, I should have what you’re looking for, somewhere that is… Follow me.”

You cocked your head in the general direction of the supernatural section, one that had grown exponentially after youl first met Bobby, as he always seemed to tell you that you needed to upgrade your collection, something you were glad for otherwise you’d have had to disappoint Sam.

The two of you walked in silence towards the back of the library, where you soon began scanning the shelf before your eyes landed on a specific old leather-bound book that sat amongst the other, you guessed it, old books. You pulled it out, being mindful of its weight and delicacy before you blew off a thin layer of dust and held it out towards Sam.

“Sorry about the dust… This section doesn’t see many guests other than you and well, Bobby… Although I haven’t seen him in a while.” You said with a touch of curiosity.

“Yeah, he uh, he usually just sends me now.” Sam chuckled, taking the book from you with a smile. “Says it saves him the trip.”

“I see.” You nodded, your smile wide enough to send a flutter through Sam’s chest. You folded your arms, glancing down at the ground before back up at him, your face heating terribly under his soft gaze. “Well, I’ll leave you to it but just let me know if there’s anything else you need… You know, books on witchcraft or whatever other weird and wonderful things you guys seem to like.”

Your words made Sam laugh softly, something that had your stomach tie itself together, in a good way obviously, but you just prayed it wasn’t showing on your face.

“Thanks, uh…” Sam began, his brows knitting together a little, forming a line between them. “You know, I’ve been coming here for a while now and I don’t even know your name.”

“Oh.” You seemed a little surprised that he seemed interested in learning your name, as like he said, he’d been coming here for a while now and had never asked. But when you heard him repeat your name, in a way you very much liked as it rolled off his tongue so velvety smooth that it sent a chill up your spine, you couldn’t help but wish you’d gathered up the courage to talk to him sooner.

“That’s a pretty name.” He said with what almost seemed like a flirtatious tone, one that would have had you on the floor had it been any stronger. He smiled once more before he turned on the spot and began to walk away, which made your stomach drop out of disappointment until he stopped and glanced back over his shoulder towards you. “My name’s Sam by the way… Sam Winchester.”

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[babyinatrenchcoat]

Sam and Dean’s reactions to you dancing when you eat

“Why do you do that?”

Your jaw halts, and your eyebrows shoot up as you look at the younger Winchester. “Do what?” You mumble through half-chewed food.

“Every time you eat, you do this little…” Sam raises his hands up in fists and does this little shimmy with his shoulders. He drops his arms with a smile at the sight of the horrified look on your face.

Your brows crease. “No, I don’t!”

“Let it be, dude,” Dean chimes in. “It’s the attitude leaving her body.”

Without a second thought, you throw the chopsticks you were just using at Dean, sending he and his brother both into a fit of giggles.

“See, Sam, you interrupted her!”

You simply shake your head as you unwrap a second pair of chopsticks. “Screw you both.”

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[yunggoblin]

Sam Winchester - Masterlist

💦 = Smut, 💖= Fluff, 🌩 = Angst

Innocent, Yet Dirty -💦

Summary: *Based off of Season 11 episode 12!* You're the youngest out of Jody's girls. What happens when the topic of sex comes across during dinner? (18+, Smut, Minors DNI)

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