#Samuel Winchester

[happy74827]

Bring It In

[Sam Winchester x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: After a rough hunt, Sam seeks your comforting touch.

WC: 1747

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Sammy!! My adorable pookie. God, he was so precious in the early seasons that I just had to write about him.

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Waking up to a shadow in the middle of the night, especially when you were staying in a motel that was miles away from any civilization, was never a good thing. Especially when you could feel it even before opening your eyes, its presence heavy on the air. It made your senses scream and your heart race.

The feeling of being watched and studied was not something a normal person would like to wake up to, and as you lay there in bed with your eyes closed, that feeling struck you right into your core, making your muscles tense. Adding into the fact of the complete awareness of the supernatural world you were a part of, that was just the cherry on top of the cake.

But as you lay there, your brain going at 100 miles an hour, you realize this instance wasn’t one of those life-threatening situations you were so used to. It was an oddly comforting feeling as the flashlight you flew into the darkness was caught in the hands of someone you trusted with your life, the same hands that have touched every inch of your body in a way you could never forget.

He had been hunting all night, you could tell. Although it was dark, and only the soft glow from the motel sign illuminated the room, you knew his clothes were covered in dirt and leaves, and his hair was a mess. He didn't care, though, as he walked closer to you, his eyes becoming clear as he turned the flashlight on.

Sam had a tendency to get into these moods. A mood where he needed something to ground him and remind him that the life he was living was worth fighting for. You had always been that thing for him, his anchor, and as he approached the bed, his mind was racing with everything and nothing all at once.

As he sat down on the edge of the bed, his large hands reached out, touching you softly. It wasn’t sexual; he had no interest in that right now. He was looking for comfort. He just needed you.

You sighed, pulling yourself up from your position on the bed to get a better look at him. His eyes were tired and glistened over with some sort of sadness that he tried to keep hidden from you, but he knew he couldn’t. The tears reflected the moonlight that shined through the blinds and through the flashlight, and although the shadows under his eyes were more prominent than usual, he still looked at you with the most love you could imagine.

You didn't have to ask him why he was here, why he had been gone all night. You knew. He was a creature of habit, and Sam was very good at reading people. He knew when you were at your weakest when you needed him the most, and you did the same for him.

He needed reassurance. He needed to know he was doing the right thing, or else the guilt and shame would eat him alive. So when he saw the soft expression on your face, the gentle smile, and the look in your eyes, he nodded. It was soft, barely noticeable, but you saw it.

“You scared me.” You said, reaching forward to take his hand in yours. The flashlight was still clutched tightly in his other hand, the light shining up at the ceiling.

He sighed, squeezing your hand and looking away. It was silent for a moment before you felt him shift. The mattress moved slightly under his weight as he scooted closer, his eyes meeting yours once more.

Without a word, he reached forward, the hand that had been holding the flashlight coming up to rest on the side of your face. You leaned into his touch, the roughness of his hand feeling nice against your soft skin. He ran his thumb over your cheek before moving to cup the back of your head.

He was slow, almost hesitant, and you gave him a reassuring smile. You loved this man more than anything, and the gentle kisses he placed on your forehead and cheeks were the most tender of moments. You felt your heart swell as he finally kissed your lips, his hand moving from the back of your head to wrap around you, pulling you closer.

He let the flashlight fall to the floor, the loud thud it made against the carpet going unnoticed. You felt his lips tremble slightly, his emotions getting the best of him as he deepened the kiss. You wrapped your arms around him, tangling your fingers in his hair as you pulled him closer.

It wasn’t long before he pulled away, just slightly, his breath warm against your lips. Now you saw the blood, the bruises, and the cuts covering his face. He didn’t seem to care about them, but you did. It broke your heart, knowing that he had spent all night killing monsters and demons just to keep you safe. To keep everyone safe.

He let out a sigh, a long, hard breath as if he had been holding it in forever. Relief, the kind that came after a good cry or after a bad case of the flu was gone, washed over his face, and you could see the tension leave his shoulders. He leaned forward, resting his head on your shoulder, his arms tightening around you.

“I know,” He spoke, his voice cracking slightly. His tone was soft, his lips brushing against your ear. You shivered, rubbing your hands over his back. “I’m sorry, I just.. I needed- I needed to make sure that you were okay. That we were okay. It just... It gets overwhelming, and with what happened to Jess-”

You shushed him, turning to place a kiss on his temple. He sighed again, his breath tickling the side of your neck. His scent surrounded you, a mix of dirt and sweat and a hint of gunpowder. Dean’s presence was there, too, a bit of cologne and beer mixed into the air.

You didn't need to know where Dean was. You were pretty sure he had been on a hunt with Sam, and now he was at a bar, trying to get over his demons. The two brothers were so closely similar and yet so different, but in moments like this, where they were both torn down to their core, you could see the resemblance.

The two of them had a lot of things in common, but their biggest similarity was their stubbornness. They refused to ask for help, and they were afraid to show weakness, especially in front of each other.

Dean was off, drinking his worries away, while Sam came to you. A pattern the two had developed.

You had met the brothers in a motel very similar to the one you were in now. You were there for a simple vacation, a break from all the stresses of your life, but things changed when you were woken up to the sounds of gunshots and glass breaking.

Dean had burst into your room, dragging you out with him. He was a smart guy, and although he had no clue who you were, he knew you were in danger. He had gotten into a fight with a… well, it didn’t matter what it was; all that mattered was that the thing had a taste for human flesh.

You and Sam had bonded instantly, and Dean wasn't too far behind. It was the start of a beautiful friendship despite the poor circumstances. After a year of being around each other, helping each other out with whatever situation came, the three of you became closer than you ever thought possible. A little more with Sam, of course.

So, now, when Sam comes to you late at night, needing you, needing reassurance, you don’t hesitate. You give him all that he needs and more, and when he holds you close, his body trembling and his words shaky, you know it was the right decision.

His grip on you tightened, pulling you into him. You let him, holding him just as close, your hands gently running up and down his back. You could feel the fabric of his shirt under your fingertips, and the heat from his skin radiated through.

After a moment, he pulled back, his eyes searching yours. You could tell he was worried about Dean, about you, about the whole situation. He was afraid of what was coming, and although he didn’t know it, his fears were valid.

There was a lot to come, and it wasn’t going to be easy. The two of you had been through a lot, and although you didn't regret it, the thought of something happening to him was enough to drive you crazy.

You were about to say something, but the words never left your mouth. He was kissing you again, the force much stronger than the last, his hands gripping your arms tightly. It was an amazing kiss, filled with all the passion and love he had for you, and as he moved you, pushing you onto the bed, you felt his desperation.

It wasn’t a desperate need for sex, but a desperate need to be close to you. You knew this, and as you tangled your fingers into his hair, kissing him just as desperately, you knew he needed you more than anything. Who cared if you ended up losing more sleep than normal? Who cared if the sun came up and Dean returned to the room, finding the two of you still tangled up together in a mess of sheets? Who cared if the world was coming to an end and this was the last time the two of you would ever see each other?

He needed you, and as he whispered your name, his voice cracking with emotion, you knew he had no plans of letting you go. Not now, not ever. And when Dean did pop up a few hours later with messy hair and his shirt on backward, he would take a single glance and walk right back out the door, knowing he was going to be okay.

The three of you would be okay, and when the time comes and the world starts ending, you would fight till the very end. Because there is nothing worth fighting for more than your family, and you would do anything to protect the people you loved.

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[bitchylandtyphoon]

Important to me

Sam Winchester x Reader

(Y/N): your name

(E/C): eye colour

(C/C): celeb crush

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s okay-“

“Sam.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You throw your head back, groaning at your clumsiness.

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

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

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

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

“I thought you were tired”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

click

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

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

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

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[alt0writings]

Only for you~

Lucifer x reader

fandom: supernatural

Note: in my stories "luce" is pronounced like "loose" just so you know :)

When I mentioned looking at his wings he tensed up his mind was running over all the situations. The only conclusion he could think of is I would leave him.

So he denied it, "don't you think we're kind of busy right now?" He says kind of harshly. I frowned "no your right we are busy" I laughed awkwardly.

Since lucifer wasn't showing his wings maybe I could ask michael for a description.

Michael wasn't keen on the idea of telling me, "come on michael tell me!" I begged. He still said no.

I sat down in a chair right next to sam and dean "hey boys, how's it going?"

They both looked stressed "not good we can't find this crucial piece of information." Sam groans and lays his head on his arms which were folded in front of him on the table.

I frown "can I help some how?" I looked over towards dean but he was shaking his head "nothing you can do kid" I sigh and nod.

Sam and dean had left to go hunt a werewolf that has been eating elderly people. I sat in a chair off to the side in the library so as not to disturb micheal and lucifer, it's the first time they had gotten along without wanting to rip each other's throats out.

I was reading my book, as I was nearing the end of a chapter I could hear whispers. I turned the page to act like I was reading when I was actually listening.

"Just show them!" Michael harshly whispered. I heard a growl and a forced bitter laugh "you know I can't do that." Everything was silent after that.

After a while dean and sam came back, "how did the hunt go?" They smiled and hugged me. "It went really well besides the fact we almost died" dean snorts. I shake my head and nod "I'm glad you both are back in one piece" they release me and back up, my face scrunches up "you smell like a wet dog. Go take a shower."

Once they agreed and started walking towards their rooms I took my leave and started walking towards my room.

I opened my door and almost jumped out of my skin, lucifer was sitting on my bed, and was sweating profusely He looked up and rolled his shoulders.

"I need your help" he stood up and pulled me into my room before shutting the door and putting an angel banishing sigil on it. "What are you doing?" I question, he sighs and gently places his hands on my shoulders. "You want to see my wings right?" He says while looking away he seemed.

Fearful.

I nod cautiously, he sighs and pulls his hands away before walking around me towards my bed. He pulls his shirt off, he had a surprisingly toned body he wasn't a bodybuilder and wasn't exactly fat. What was the word I am looking for? Oh right.

Dad Bod. He has a dad bod, he turns and walks towards me. From where he stood in front of me I could feel his breath fan against my face, a slight minty smell.

"Don't freak out." He quietly mumbled as he covered my eyes. A bright light flashed from behind his fingers, he pulled his hand away.

I gasp as I take in the beauty of his wings. There were 3 sets of 6, the biggest were the brightest.

pink mixing with blue while fading into black due to burn damage they looked to be torn. The set below that was a mix of pink and white with small black spots, it kind of looked like a sunrise it was also burnt but it also looked torn as well. His last set was the smallest yet was still bigger than your thigh. It looked to be the worst, half of it was gone but you could tell it was gold underneath all the dirt and grime.

"They need grooming, c-can you do that?" His request went on deaf ears, I was hypnotized by their beauty.

I blink repeatedly "what?" I shake my head slightly before looking up at his face. His cheeks had a pink hue to them, he groaned and released my shoulders "listen I need help cleaning them I don't wanna have to ask michael." He crosses his arms over his chest as if a defense.

I nod "of course I would be honored too luce. I can't believe you let me see your wings." I mumbled the last sentence, not trying to be rude or suggest I wouldn't be honored to do this again.

"Only for you~" he purred out as I ran my hands through his biggest set of wings.

Note: hope you enjoyed this I liked writing it lol

#supernatural #lucifer reader insert #supernatural lucifer x reader #spn lucifer x reader #spn michael #micheal spn #dean winchester #sam winchester #samuel winchester #supernatural gabriel #lucifer x reader #supernatural lucifer

[judasyndrome]

he's so Beautiful i can't

#supernatural #sam winchester #samuel winchester #puppy eyes

[horrorshow]

We will figure something else out. Okay? I’m sorry Dean, but I – Fine. Bring her back. But what are you gonna tell her? You gonna tell her you made a deal with a demon? That you wouldn’t help out her sons?

SUPERNATURAL 6.10 Caged Heat

#spnedit #deanedit #deanwinchesteredit #dean winchester #samuel winchester #supernatural #dean #6x10 #**

[karishmaniazkilam]

#supernatural #dean winchester #dean #jensen ackles #winchester #winchester dean #spn #sam winchester #samuel winchester #sammy #jared padalecki

[dollyfl1rt]

warnings: 18+ mdni, pinv , smut

nobody imagined sam to be as nasty as he is but then again nobody expected him; mister vanilla of all people, to even have sexual thoughts about a woman.

hell, dean said himself that he felt bad ‘surfing the net for porn’. but man behind closed doors..

“gah..” he moaned throwing his head back in pleasure “you feel so damn good wrapped around me like this” referring to your position under him with your leg on his shoulder and his hands pushing down onto your tummy bulge he caused. soon after he lifted you up and pinned you against the wall as your legs clung to his waist and he thrusted into you.

“right there” you whined as your head hit one of the stockings hung on the wall making it fall and the contents coming out. he fucked into you harder as you yelled “oh my fuck, sam right there!”. originally you two were supposed to be house sitting for bobby singer. you see how that went.

“you sound so pretty, baby keep making those noises for me” he praised that alone almost making you cum but he convinced you it’d feel better if you held it, so you did. for how much longer could you hold it? no one knows.

sam’s thrust started getting sloppier ergo; he’s close to his breaking point. your face was stuffed in his neck and before he could finish your white juices coated his long pink cock. “good girl” sam stated as his orgasm quickly snuck up on him.

he finished in you with a gravelly groan “i love this holiday” you cooed quietly rubbing the nape of his neck.

“me too” he chuckled lowly kissing your neck.

happy valentine’s day !

(repost)

#spn #supernatural #sam winchester #samuel winchester #sam x reader #sam x y/n

[favficbirthdays]

Happy Birthday

Sam Winchester (2nd May 1983)

Supernatural

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[imabelyn]

ꕥ 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 - 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒔 + 𝒋𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒊

#edit #manip #crackship #gif #gif hunt #crackship edit #camila mendes manip #camila mendes edit #camila mendes #veronica lodge #jared padalecki edit #jared padalecki #jared Padalecki spn #spn #spn edit #supernatural #sam winchester #samuel winchester #sam winchester edit #sam winchester gif

[dingo-ate-my-hot-lettuce-crazy]

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[lavenderti]

Sneak peek at the first chapter of a series I'm writing <3

You stared out at the apartment complex before you. "Dean, are you sure this is a good idea? I'm sure we can find Dad with just the two of us…" you trailed off, not sounding entirely sure of yourself. You look at your older brother, Dean, in the driver's seat. This was the last place you wanted to be. Sam finally got out of the hunting life, and the last thing you wanted to do was drag him back into it, But Dean had insisted, and even you couldn't deny that it was weird how long Dad had been on this hunt with no contact.

Dean sighed. "y/n, we've been over this. Having the three of us will make finding Dad quicker." you huffed softly but nodded your head. Dean smiled widely at you. "Okay, so, I'll go in first; wait out here until I say so," He said, quickly making his way out of the car, shutting the door before you could say anything else. You shake your head with a sigh before reaching into the glovebox and pulling out a book you kept with you, silently reading it.

It took about ten minutes before you got a text from Dean telling you that they were coming outside; you stepped out of Baby just as they rounded the corner; it was obvious that they were arguing, but despite that, a smile grew at the sight of your little brother. "Sam, hey," you say as you step forward to pull him into a hug. "Sorry 'bout this," you say quietly to him. Before he can respond, Dean interrupts, seemingly continuing the previous conversation, "So what are you gonna do, Sam? Live some normal, apple pie life?" Sam is growing more irritable. "No, not normal, safe." Dean scoffs at him, "And so that's why you ran away." he snaps back, and you take that as a sign to step in. "Okay, okay, Fighting isn't going to help find Dad. Sam, i get it if you don't want to come" you ignore Deans protests and continue "but, we could use your help. This is not a run-of-the-mill hunt that Dad's on, and he could be in some real danger. You say softly.

"We can't do this alone," Dean says, and Sam responds, "Yes, you can." You stay quiet, gauging your brother's reactions; after a few moments, Sam sighs, "... What was he hunting?". Deans's face relaxes slightly, and he leads both of you to the trunk, opening it. He mumbled as he searched through the trunk. "So when dad left, why didn't you guys go with him?" Sam asks from where he's leaning on baby. "We were working our own gig," Dean responds. "There was some voodoo shit going on down in New Orleans," You add on, and Sam looks surprised. "Dad let you guys go on a hunting trip by yourselves?" he asks incredulously, and Dean looks at him. "I'm 26, dude, and Y/n's 24; yeah, he let us go by ourselves," he responds. After a few silent moments, Dean lets out a small 'ah ha!' as he finds what he's looking for. "Dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California," you say with your arms crossed. "'bout a month ago, this guy," Dean says, passing over a paper to Sam. "They found his car, but he had vanished. Completely M.I.A.," He finishes, and Sam looks the paper over before responding, "Maybe he was kidnapped."

"Yeah, well, here's another one in April, another in December '04, '03, '98, '92. Ten of them over the past 20 years. All men, all same 5-mile stretch of road." Dean says. You pause for a moment before adding, "It started happening more and more, so Dad went to go dig around… That was about three weeks ago. We haven't heard from him since, which is bad enough; then I got this voicemail from him yesterday." you say pulling out your phone and playing the voicemail. After it finishes, Dean says, "I got the voicemail and slowed it down and got this." he plays the audio, and there is a clear voice of a woman saying, "I can never go home." 

A silence lingers over the three of you before Dean closes the trunk and leans on it, turning to Sam. "You know, in almost two years, I've never bothered you, never asked you for a thing." You sigh softly, shaking your head, but you stay quiet. Sam waits a couple of moments before saying, "All right, I'll go; I'll help you guys find him." Dean obviously relaxes a bit at that. "But I have to get back first thing Monday, just wait here," Sam says. "What first thing Monday?" you ask, and Sam responds, "An interview." Dean scoffs lightly "What, a job interview? Skip it." causing you to send a glare his way "It's a law school interview, and its my whole future on a plate" Sam responds and you feel a smile grow on your face, pride welling up in your chest. "We got a deal or not?" Sam asks, ignoring Deans's snarky remark. Dean reluctantly nods, giving Sam the go-ahead to get inside and grab his stuff; you give him a small guilty smile as he leaves. Once he's out of sight, you smack Deans's arm. "Ow, what?!" Dean replies, and you give him an annoyed look. "Cut the bullshit; you need to go easy on him." You say with a frown, Dean doesn’t reply.

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Stay tuned, I'm super excited for this!!!

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[suncaptor]

anyone else thinking about how John must have seen Mary & her father's relationship and whether or not she killed him & then named her son after him.

#incoherents #john winchester #johnmary #spn #john #Samuel winchester

[hbo--spn]

sam nearly blowing samuel's brains out in 6x7 because he knows samuel wont stop him? just a casual, 'ah damn you betrayed me, and if you wont stop me killing you, i may as well.' and dean having to stop him?

#this is my 10000th rewatch and new scenes get me every fucking time #he was so fucking ready just to blow samuels brains out #and im 1000000% with him #and dean having to stop him bc he was emotionally affected by the 'we are family' shit and sams like nah idgaf abt fam by bitch #i love soulless sam omg #soulless!sam #dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural #season 6 #6x7 #samuel winchester

[alt0writings]

Flowers and dates

fandom: supernatural

Dean Winchester x GN!reader

Note: I know I am two stories behind I am working on getting them out as soon as I can more notes at the bottom.

Monday

the bell rung above my door. I look up and smile as two men walk into the store they seem to be arguing about something. It was none of my business but I will admit I was curious about what they were talking about.

I continued to wipe the counter down. the men walked up to the counter and they stopped talking, the taller man put his hand on the counter. "Excuse me, but do you have lotus and perhaps maybe even datura?" the tall man asked.

I nod and smile "yes I do sell those but unfortunately the shipment hasn't come in yet" I smile apologetic at the two men. the shorter one sighed and ran his fingers threw his hair, "alright, come on Sam."

the Sam guy looked a little disappointed, I felt bad "I am very sorry" Sam shook his head and smiled. "it's not your fault," both men start walking towards the door before Sam turns around. "when would you get those in?" I peek under my counter and read the paper for shipments.

"tomorrow, I should have them in tomorrow." I nod and smile slightly at them. the shorter one nods and smiles shyly back a pink hue dusted his cheeks, Did he always look so adorable? "we'll uh.. be back uh.. tomorrow then" he nervously laughs and scratches the back of his neck. they both walk out the door.

what a weird start to my week.

Tuesday

I huffed and wiped my forehead, these boxes are so heavy. "do you need help?" I jumped and let out a small squeak. spinning around and tripping backwards, hands grabbed my arms and stopped me from hitting the ground.

"Woah there, be careful" he laughs I glare at him before it hits me. "oh.. OH! you're the guy from yesterday, the one that came in with the taller one" He groans and blushes, "yeah.. yeah, so uh.. you need help?" I step closer and do puppy eyes "yes please help me!"

he laughs and strikes me with his dazzling smile.

woah.

"yeah I'll help you" he went and picked up a box "where does this one go?" I smile and point over to the daisy's.

it took an hour to get all of the boxes into the shop I wipe my hands on my pants. "hey my names dean by the way" he nervously scratched the back of his neck, I smile and nod "well nice to meet you dean my names Y/n" I hold out my hand for him to shake.

He shakes my hand "woah.." he whispered and a pink hue dusted his cheeks "I uh.. like y-your name." I shyly smile "thank you" I said before glancing at the clock on the wall

"Oh no! I have to go," I rush and push him out the door. I flip the sign to close and lock the door "I am super late for a date good bye dean!" I yelled out behind me as I took off running down the side walk.

wednesday

I sigh tugging gently on the pedals of a flower, I just wanted to go home and sleep on my couch. I place the flower back down in a vase, the bell above the door rings, I was expecting dean but it was just Mr. Joonson. I gave him a smile but he must of saw through it.

"what's wrong Y/n?" he says while placing his normal order of flowers. I smile "oh nothing just tired I guess." he scoffs "you and my wife are the same person I swear!"

I laugh and roll the designed paper around the flowers. I place a ribbon around the paper and tie it together. "I can see that you are lying yet you won't tell me what's wrong, does it have something to do with that boy?" I raised my eye brow and stared at him. "what boy?" he smirks "Y/n I have been married to shelly for 19 years. I know that love look." I shyly smile and hand him the bouquet. "no and his name is dean Mr. Joonson" I said to him teasingly he smiles and shakes his head "see you next week Y/n" I wave goodbye to him and smile I envy their marriage. I shrug "welp back to work" I mumble out loud to myself

thursday

I sigh it's only two hours into my shift and I am already ready to leave, I yawn and lay my head on the counter closing my eyes for a minute. the bell above the door rings. I lazily open one eye and am met with a dazzling smile.

Dean.

"Hey, I came in to see..uhh." He seemed to freeze up a pink dust covered his cheeks, I yawn and sit up stretching. "To see if the flowers were in?"

He nods blushing even more. "Yeah to see if the flowers are in.." His voice got quiet but I paid no mind. I get out from behind the counter and start going through the flowers "what flowers were you looking for again?" He coughed and shook his head.

"Oh uhm. Lotus and uh date or something doubt-" I cut him off "Datura." He nods, "yeah that." I smile and start looking through the D's.

Daisy, Dandelions, Datura.

"Got it, how many did you need?" I turn towards him. "Uh maybe like four?" He says confused. I chuckle and nod "four it is" I pick up four and hold them in my other hand "now lets go find the lotus.

A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L. "Here" i said as I grabbed four of them "come on I will wrap these."

We both walk back to the counter and I pull out the design paper wrapping the flowers. I grab a ribbon and tie it around the middle of the bouquet. "Here you go dean" I smile at him, he seems kind of nervous.

"Hey uh.. Will you uh.." He groaned and scratched the back of his head.

"Will you go on a date with me tomorrow?" He huffs out, I could see the uncertainty and doubt in his eyes.

I smile and nod "yeah sure I'm not doing anything tomorrow anyway." His smile widened and he nodded before walking out the door. He was trying to keep his composure as he walked out the door.

I walked to the window, he was crossing the street and doing a happy skip to his car. I could see sam outside the car leaning against it, I laughed and shook my head before going back to the counter.

What a weird week this has been.

Friday

Today was rather uneventful, I sigh and glance over at the outfit I have picked out for the date. I don't have his number either so I don't know when he is coming, I glance at the clock.

The clock said 4:08pm, I close the shop soon. I heard a rumbling from outside, it’s starting to rain. I groan why does it have to rain? I lay my head down on my crossed arms and close my eyes. 

The bell rings and the sound of wet squeaky boots sound on the tiled floor. I open my eyes and sit up.

There in all his glory was Dean. He was wearing a white T-shirt with a red flannel jacket  and jeans. I smile “well don’t you look dapper” he blushes and has a sly smile, “yeah, I had no dress pants or a nice shirt besides this one.” he nervously laughs.

I shake my head “you’re fine dean I don’t expect you to be in a suit and pullin’ up in a limo” I laugh out “let me get around real fast and we can leave” I grab the outfit and walk into the back employee bathroom and lock it. 

After changing, I unlock the door and walk out towards the front of the store. When I round the corner I find him crouched and cursing under his breath.

In front of him was a knocked over flower pot, he was trying to get the pot together and the dirt back in the pot. I smiled and leaned against the wall to watch for a minute, he huffed and pushed the flower back into the dirt and placed the pot back on the windowsill.

He seemed proud of himself, I let out a little laugh covering my mouth. He jumped and whirled around “how long were you standing there!” I shake my head and walk up to him.

“Not that long, Don’t worry about it.” I say while smiling, he smiles back and sticks out his arm. I take his arm. 

“Thank you” I say politely.

We both walked out into the rain parked right in front of us, was his car. He opened the passenger door and closed it when I got in.

He ran to the driver's side and quickly got in, "I am sorry if you got wet" he says while turning on the heat "I didn't know it was gonna rain" he forced out a chuckle before starting the car.

"It's ok" I smiled at him "so where are we going?" I question while buckling my seat belt in.

He smiles "A diner" he lets out a small laugh. "A nice diner" I smile and nod "ok sounds nice" I looked out the window for the rest of the ride.

It took about 15 minutes to get to the diner, there weren't many cars parked in the parking lot, it being around 5 so it was a little late for people to be out and at a diner. Dean pulled up into a parking spot close to the front door, the rain calmed down quite a bit but it was still pouring rain out there. 

“Alright, are you ready?” he laughs while turning to look at me, I laugh and nod. We both quickly get out and run inside. We laugh as we push each other through the door, I shake my head “sh! come on let’s not disturb these poor people” I quietly whisper to him. 

We go and sit down at a booth, an older looking lady walks over and hands us two menus. “So what can I do for you sweets?” she turned to me, I smiled “I will just get a  cheesy bacon burger with fries” dean gasped and stared at me in awe. “I planned on getting the same thing!” I laugh “really?” I said before handing my menu to the waitress “yeah I totally was” he says doing the same thing. “I’ll be back with your orders hun’s” the waitress said as she walked away. 

“You’re very interesting Y/n” I whipped my head towards dean. “Really?” he nods before he clears his throat and blushes “yeah, and even though this is the beginning of our date I would like to have another one if you are up to it?” he says leaning on the table.

My smile widens and turns into an evil smirk “hm, well I would have to see about it.” I could feel the disappointment coming off him in waves. I laugh “I am just joking of course I will go on another date with you.”

He looked like an oversized puppy, he was happy.

Note: so I have been dealing with this sickness for a week and a half it's been destroying me, but I have been trying to write this for you all and school has kept me so busy when I wasn't sick so I am super sorry that this is late.

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[karishmaniazkilam]

#we got work to do #supernatural #dean winchester #dean #winchester #winchester dean #spn #sam winchester #samuel winchester