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welldonebeca · 8 months

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Trust Your Doctor (2)

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Sam’s eyes watched slowly as Nancy undressed behind the curtains, her tight little body creating the sexiest of silhouettes, and his hands just itched to pinch her small tits.

He remembered very well how she usually dressed. Sam had been seeing her for nearly 4 years now, since she had turned 15, and this was probably the first time she didn’t just come in baggy clothes, but a pretty dress.

It was adorable, she was trying so hard to look like a grown-up but still looked like just a little girl.

She wasn't even 19 yet, and was just a little virgin planning to fuck a random boy who didn't deserve such an opportunity, and would certainly not know what to do.

Sam couldn't let her do that.

He was older and wiser, a doctor who knew everything about her little body and what he was doing.

So he was going to help her.

He watched as she put her clothes on the nearest chair, and moved his eyes away when Dean's message popped up on his computer.

'I just locked up. Have fun with your girl.'

Sam rolled his eyes.

'Okay.'

He raised his gaze up again, and she was already standing up and waiting.

“Are you ready, Miss Sousa?” he called out.

Sam stood up, and she just stood frozen on his spot.

"Yes, sir," she answered quickly, voice high and cute.

He walked around the room, eyes never leaving her as he pulled the curtains away, and smiled softly when she looked up at his face.

"Please, lay down," he told her.

Nancy rushed to obey him, little hands clenching the ugly gown to cover her tiny body, and Sam had to control himself from just telling her she didn't need to do that.

But the gown would be off soon enough.

Sam raised his eyes and held back a grin as her pretty cheeks reddened up in a flush, and she chewed her lower lip.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Nervous," she mumbled.

He rubbed her foot softly.

"It's okay," Sam assured her. "You're safe."

Nancy nodded, little fingers clenching the gown.

"I know," she mumbled. "I'm just... not used to being naked around hot men."

Sam raised his eyebrows, surprised at the compliment.

"Men," she corrected herself quickly, blushing even more. "Around men."

He looked away, licking his lips, and his mind rushed to what she was hiding for him. He remembered her nipples, tiny and pink, mouthwatering. Maybe they were hard right now; that was why she was hiding so much.

Sam remembered very well the last time she had been in his office. Her mother was right there, hovering over him, sitting right by her side as he worked and listening and taking notes. She was right there when her little teen daughter got wet for him as he examined her with his fingers, little clit swelling and virgin hole drooling.

And now, mama wasn't around.

And he was going to show it to her before she made the mistake of letting her stupid little fling into her.

"Alright," he pulled his chair. "Ready?"

She nodded, and Sam walked to her side, raising his hands to hers and slowly prying them away.

"Did you notice any lumps or changes since I've seen you?" he asked, pressing on the soft flesh of her breasts.

They were proportional to her body, so small he could cover them with a single hand of his.

Nancy gulped.

"No, sir."

Sam hummed softly, thumb touching her tiny nipple, already feeling it hard, though he had barely touched her.

"Any leaking I should be worried about?" he asked.

Nancy shook her head.

"No, sir," she mumbled again.

"Good girl," he answered back.

She gasped, and Sam raised his gaze to her face, finding her brown eyes wide.

"Uh?" she asked.

"When you were here before, your mother always had all of the answers written down," he reminded her. "Good job."

Her shoulders relaxed, and Sam wondered if she had bought it.

"Any pain?" he moved down her body, fingers skimming down her little stomach.

He watched as she shivered, and pressed on her lower stomach, checking for any differences over her uterus.

"Just some period cramps," she told him. "Nothing much."

"All going fine," she whispered.

He nodded, yet unsatisfied.

"When are you expecting your period? I need some data to help you with the pill."

Her face reddened.

"I'm ovulating today," she told him. "So... I think it's... next week or something?"

Sam tried not to scoff.

She shouldn't have come when she was ovulating. Didn't she know it would make things too risky?

He couldn't cum inside her.

Not yet, at least.

He'd fill her up soon enough.

"Okay," he mumbled.

Sam moved to pull his chair and sit between her legs, and exchanged a look with Nancy when he realised she'd cover herself up again. He would spank her hands away if he could. Soon enough, though, she'd be comfortable with him not to hide, he knew it.

"Sorry," she mumbled, pulling the gown up from where it was covering her pussy.

Sam didn't answer, just adjusting himself as her little pussy was exposed, bare and hairless.

She had waxed just for him. What a lovely girl.

"Sorry," she mumbled. "The guy I'm seeing likes hairless girls, so I waxed."

He looked at her, surprised, and clenched his jaw.

Not for him, then.

"I know you don't care about that," she added quickly. "But... yeah..."

"It is up to you," he told her. "But being hairless isn't that good for you. The hair protects you from some infections and is very hygienic. Don't let people tell you otherwise."

She blinked, brown eyes watching his face very curiously.

"The beauty standard is constructed around prepubescent girls," he added. "No wrinkles, no hair, tiny... you are an adult. You shouldn't let a random boy tell you what to do with your body."

She should have the freedom to look however she wanted to look like. No random boy should be telling her what to do with herself.

Nancy nodded slowly, pretty cheeks blushing again as she stared at him in awe.

"Thank you, Sam," she smiled, much sweeter and relaxed, and her eyes widened when she realised her slip. "I mean... doctor. Thank you, doctor."

He just smiled.

"You can call me Sam," he assured her.

He watched as her little body relaxed, and her legs spread a little wider.

Sam moved his eyes back down and licked his lips under his mask.

There it was, the pretty cunt that had him hooked.

It looked just as tight as he remembered, and he recalled very well having to will himself into not sliding a finger into it when her mother was right there. But they were alone now; he could do whatever he wanted with her.

She jumped when he touched her, very softly, and he watched as she relaxed on her spot.

"Are you okay?" he asked, rubbing a finger on her folds.

"Yes, sir," she nodded.

Sam hummed positively, and watched as her little cunt squeezed around nothing, begging for his finger.

"Tell me if anything hurts," he told her.

Nancy nodded and he bit his lower lip when he heard a little whimper from her when moved a finger over her clit.

Such a hot little thing.

Sam could see her pussy swelling up a little bit, clit engorging, and wetness just starting to show on her little hole, escaping the hymen-covered entrance.

Fuck.

Sure, Sam had touched her clit once or twice, faking an accident or two, but now... now he could play with it as he wanted.

And when he did, he had the pleasure of watching her clench and gasp.

He could see how she was a little confused, squirming and looking at him.

"Any pain?" he asked again, moving his glove-covered thumb down to her entrance, collecting wetness and going back to her clit.

He traced two circles over her sensitive bud, waiting for an answer, and raised his head, finding her looking at his face with her lower lip between her teeth.

"No," she stuttered. "I... no. No. But..."

He moved his eyes down again, and spread her.

"I need to check," he reminded her.

She moaned softly, and he smirked behind his mask.

Sam continued to play with her clit, watching her pussy reacting to him so perfectly.

He wetted his finger on her hole, hearing as her moans and cries grew, legs spreading wide and hips moving, looking for more.

"Good girl," he cooed, unable to keep himself quiet. "Very good girl."

Fuck, he loved little virgins. They were always so sensitive.

Her legs trashed as her felt her little clit throbbing under his finger, and Sam held her hips down with his free hand.

"Doctor," she protested with a loud cry, as if unable to control herself. "I..."

"It's okay," he assured her. "It's okay, baby. Let go. It is so good for you."

Her eyes fell on him, and her face was just curled in pleasure.

"Sam!" Nancy cried.

"I know, baby," he assured her. "You can trust me. I'm a doctor."

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writercole · 2 years

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Illicit Affairs

Part 2

Summary: How can something so wrong feel so right? Squares: Illicit Affairs (song) @taylorswiftbingo Words: 1763 Warnings: 18+, infidelity, smut, p in v, toxic relationship Credits: @flamencodiva for looking over this for me like the babe she is. A/N: This is all @b3autyfuldisast3r's fault. Yes, I know it's the same as last time. No, I don't care because it's still Shawna's fault.

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Sam arrived back at his house around the same time as Amelia. He smiled at her and held the door, getting a kiss on the cheek as she passed.

“How was work?” he questioned as he headed to the bedroom to get changed.

“It was great,” she chirped as she stripped off her scrubs and started the shower. “A cat had a litter of kittens, we had a snuggly husky, and no one had to have any heartbreaking news.”

“Good,” Sam hummed. “I’m gonna go start dinner.”

“Okay!” Amelia called over the running water.

Sam trudged to the kitchen, pulling his phone out and checking for any messages, disappointed when he found none. He thought that maybe he should have gotten your number but he had noticed how uncomfortable it made you when he asked so he hadn’t pressed the issue.

As Sam began pulling out the ingredients for dinner, his thoughts started piecing together little things that he noticed, little behaviors and tells that told him that your relationship may not have been the most healthy. He diced the onions as he pondered the way you looked at your ring, not with a smile, but with a heavy sadness.

He considered the lack of detail that you volunteered about the man you were set to marry, the way you rejected all of his calls. He noticed the subtle glances you tossed towards the door every time it opened, the way you kept your face turned away from the window.

By the time that Dinner was finished and Amelia had joined him at the table, Sam had concluded that you were in a toxic, possibly abusive, relationship. He wondered if you realized it yourself, eating in silence, pretending to listen to what Amelia was saying. He knew one thing, though.

He knew he was still in love with you.

You stopped at a little boutique on the way home and bought the first thing that caught your eye, intending on telling Steve that you and Brooke had gone shopping during your outing.

You had made sure to tuck Sam’s business card in the back of your wallet, hidden in plain sight as just your doctor’s information.

As you walked in the house, you heard Steve in the kitchen cooking dinner, loud eighties music filling the air.

“Honey, I’m home!” you called as you toed off your shoes and padded through the house to find him chopping veggies for dinner. You approached him carefully and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “How was your day?”

“It was fine,” he replied flatly, not bothering to look up from his task.

“I picked up a little surprise while I was out,” you teased, the tiny bag hanging off your finger swinging back and forth.

Steve grunted in response and turned to the stove, his back facing you as he cooked. You narrowed your eyes at him and tilted your head, disliking the cold way he was treating you. You headed towards the bedroom, deciding that you were going to spend the night in your own home. At least there you could be comfortable without judgment.

You walked back through the house with your overnight bag hanging from your shoulder.

“Going to your place?” Steve mumbled over his shoulder.

“Yeah. Brooke just texted me about a crisis so it’ll be easier to be at my place,” you replied easily, the earlier guilt you felt about lying to your fiance not making itself known.

“Okay,” he said.

When he didn’t turn around or continue your usual goodbye, you walked out of the door. Pulling out your phone, you entered the new contact information from your wallet before sending a short message.

Sam was just stepping out of the shower when he heard his phone ding. He swiped it open and smiled when he saw a text from an unsaved local number. He knew it was you even before he read the message.

When he saw the message, however, his mouth went dry and his heart started pounding. You asked if he still wanted to see you and sent an address. He knew he was going to go but he had to figure out something to tell Amelia.

He dressed quickly and stepped out of the room, finding Amelia lounging in the living room watching TV in her pajamas. He walked over and kissed her forehead.

“Going out?” she asked through a yawn.

“Yeah,” Sam told her, “I’ll be home late so don’t wait up.”

“Okay, baby, have fun,” she smiled, blowing a kiss to him as he opened the door.

He felt a little bad about leaving to go meet another woman, an engaged woman at that. Sam knew what he was doing was wrong, but he couldn’t stop himself. There was a magnetic pull to you, to the past, to his future.

Sam drove to the address you sent him, a small, quaint apartment complex. He stayed parked for nearly ten minutes trying to convince himself that he shouldn’t go upstairs to apartment 36. He knew that he should turn the car around and go back to Amelia.

Instead, he looked around and, seeing no one lurking in shadows or sitting in cars like him, he pulled a ball cap down over his eyes and shuffled to the building, hitting the buzzer for unit 36.

The door clicked and Sam walked inside calmly so as not to draw attention to himself. He took the stairs up to the third floor two at a time, ready to see you in private, in closed quarters where he could take you in his arms again.

Three knocks on your door, three seconds of waiting, and there you were, wearing a tiny, pink, satin robe. Sam stepped inside quickly, slamming the door behind him and taking your face in his hands, kissing you hard.

You squeaked in shock before melting into the kiss, all the longing of the past eleven years manifesting into unbridled passion. Your hands tangled into Sam’s hair as you pressed yourself against him.

You pulled away suddenly, leaving Sam chasing your lips. You looked into his eyes, the beautiful, multi-colored irises you’d loved mere slivers as his pupils were blown with lust. You took his hand with a soft smile and led him down the dim hallway to your bedroom.

Sam’s hands gripped your hips and spun you around, pulling you close to him, his erection grinding into your core.

“Hang on, Sam,” you whispered breathlessly, “let me close the curtains.”

Sam let go of you reluctantly but his eyes followed you around the darkened room. You slid the curtains closed, blocking out all of the light, before lighting a candle on the side table, the flame reflecting in the mirror, bathing the room in a soft illumination.

You sauntered towards him, toying with the belt on your robe. You watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard. His eyes trailed up and down your form, entranced by the sway of your hips and the sultry smirk on your lips.

“You know, Sam,” you started, batting your eyes up at him when you stopped in front of him, “you’ve gotten a lot bigger since high school. I gotta wonder, though…did all of you get bigger?”

“I plan on showing you, gorgeous,” he replied as he yanked the sash holding your robe closed, letting it fall open, revealing your naked body. “You’re even more beautiful than I remember.”

Sam closed the minuscule gap between the two of you with one step, pulling you flush against his chest and kissing you hard.

Your hands tugged at his shirt, making Sam break the kiss to pull it over his head while your hands began to fumble with his belt. He helped you take off his pants and pushed you backwards towards your bed. He laid you down and crawled over you, kissing his way up your soft stomach, stopping to lavish attention on your nipples, making you arch your back into him with a wanton moan.

“I’ve missed you so much,” Sam muttered against your skin as he nipped and kissed along your collarbone. “Missed the way you sound, the way you feel, the way you taste.”

“Sam…” you whined, “need you inside of me.”

“Condoms?” he panted as he raised himself up on his elbows.

“Left drawer,” you answered as you pointed towards it.

Sam reached over and grabbed a silver packet, ripping it open with his teeth and rolling it down his large, hard cock. He dragged the tip through your dripping folds, coaxing moans out of you as he gathered the juices already there and spread them down his shaft.

He pressed the head of his cock to your weeping entrance and pushed in slowly, letting your walls stretch around his girth. One arm was bent at the elbow, propping himself up while the other hand traced up your side, tripping your hip bone tightly as he bottomed out.

Sam kissed you hard as he started to move, his pace needy, yours just as desperate. You came around his cock quickly, his size filling you up better than you’ve ever been filled, hitting all of the spots deep within you that begged to be touched.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispered, “don’t hold back.”

His praise made your walls clench around him and you felt another release building up inside of you, the familiar coil tightening in your belly.

“I’m not going to last long, baby,” Sam panted as his thrusts became faster. “Come for me again.”

Your back arched as you orgasmed, your pussy throbbing around him as he chased his own release, spilling into the condom moments later.

Sam kissed you softly as you both relaxed from your highs, your heart rates and breathing returning to normal. He shifted to lay beside you, making sure to dispose of the condom before getting settled.

You laid in bed with Sam, his arm tight around you as you trailed your fingernails over his bare chest, back and forth, your thoughts surprisingly calm considering you had just started an affair with a man you were in love with, a man that wasn’t the one you were engaged to.

“I hate that you can’t stay,” you muttered.

“I know,” he sighed in agreement, “maybe one day.”

“Maybe,” you repeated.

Both of you knew that whatever was between you was far from over, the night you had shared reigniting the strong feelings that lay dormant for eleven years. Now it was just a waiting game until the next time.

#writercole #illicit affairs #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x you #doctor au #doctor sam winchester #taylorswift bingo

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crucialmistake · 1 year

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oh that's my comfort character *points at a character who's died at least once*

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pinkiepiehole · 2 years

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It is the year of our lord 2022, a little over 2 months away from 2023

Supernatural has a prequel show about Sam and Dean's parents called "The Winchesters" currently running

David Tennenant is the Doctor again

Every other week Hannibal is trending for no goddamn reason

My Chemical Romance is together and touring the country

It is 2022

It is 2012

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theg0ddesspersephone · 29 days

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#dr who #supernatural #sherlock #bbc sherlock #sherlock holmes #dr #the doctor #doctor who #dean and sam #winchesters #its giving 2010's

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samsrosary · 9 days

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2014 called. she loves me

#my art #reuploaddd lesgo #fanart #spnwho #superwho #supernatural #spn #dw #doctor who #9th doctor #ninth doctor #sam winchester

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-hiddlesdweeb- · 15 days

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How dare they make their gay little show with their gay little characters and then just leave?? Who am I supposed to form an unhealthy obsession with now...

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lil-tumbles · 10 months

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Okay it's finally done.

Hello, people of Tumblr! Please, please spread this survey. Send it to your kids, your classmates, your niblings. Help me out here. I need people who did their GCSEs in 2022 in England to do this survey on the impact of COVID on GCSE results. It's for my EPQ. I need 100 respondents. Please, Tumblr... The fate of my grade rests in your hands.

Here is the survey: https://forms.office.com/e/tYkks2UfHe

Also, if you got this far, here's some GIFs from superwholock below the cut.

Also, I know y'all like polls, so here.

Listen: Sam Winchester may not have been able to complete his education, but he'd want someone else to complete theirs and do well, so do this for him:

And for you Lockers? You know your guy Sherlock is smart and autistic, like me. He'd want another smart autistic person to succeed and get into a good uni (did I mention this EPQ is my big grab for a top university?). Then I can become a top detective or whatever idk I didn't watch the show I'm sorry but if you do this survey and tell me you're a Sherlock fan who saw this in the tags then I swear, I'll watch it. For you. And my grade. Please.

Finally, doctor who, my beloved fandom. I love you all so much- well, maybe not all of you, but I appreciate the fandom as a whole for everything you've done for me. The word count of ff I've contributed to this fandom (AO3: z_in_a_blue_box for proof) should tell you all how much I love this show. Here, have gay people, and go do my survey. Please. I'm begging you.

The Doctor would say to always help people when you can. This can be your kind act of the day. "Always try to be nice, never fail to be kind". Please.

Thank you, fandoms of Tumblr. I appreciate you all.

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harley-quinns-girlfriend · 9 months

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I couldn't fix the fictional characters I like but I could kiss them on their cute little faces

#supernatural #dean Winchester #sam Winchester #doctor who #jason todd #ghostface #dick grayson #raven #rachel roth #teen wolf #derek hale #stiles stilinski

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clangrogu · 2 months

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le-fandom-prince · 1 month

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we should bring back superwholock content

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welldonebeca · 8 months

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Trust Your Doctor (1)

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Nancy squeezed her bra strap tightly as she waited for someone to call her name.

The front room was completely empty after the last lady - a pregnant woman - had gone in, and left over five minutes ago.

And yet, Nancy hadn't been called.

The room was in complete silence, so much that was just making her grow more anxious than ever before in her life.

This was the first time she was at Doctor Winchester's office alone. All times before, Mum was just by her side.

Right now, though, she was going to go in alone. She was an adult, after all.

It was a little weird to have a male gynaecologist, but he was highly recommended by her mother's doctor, and was covered by her insurance.

After turning eighteen, she didn't feel the need to go back for quite some time. But now, she was thinking that maybe it was time to get on birth control. That meant that she needed to see her doctor again.

Doctor Samuel Winchester.

"Nancy Sousa?" she heard, and looked up quickly, finding a green-eyed man staring at her.

A nurse in blue scrubs was standing in front of her, looking at her with a little smile on his face.

"I'm Nurse Dean Winchester, are you Nancy Sousa?"

The little brunette's eyes stared at him in awe. She didn't know nurses ever came out this pretty.

"Uh..." she mumbled. "Where do I go?"

"I'll take you," Dean smiled.

She nodded slowly, a bit surprised.

Didn’t they have a specific person at the front desk for those things?

Why did the nurse have to come to get her?

And his name…

He threw her a look, and Nancy felt her face burning hot as she blushed.

"Call me Dean, sweetheart," he told her.

She nodded.

"Mister Dean," she corrected herself. "I've never seen you around before."

He raised his eyebrows at the question.

"I'm new," he told her. "Got the job because of my brother, Doctor Samuel."

She looked down at her own hands. Of course. To be this good-looking, he had to be related to doctor Winchester.

"He told me about you," he said, sounding like he was smirking. "You're even prettier than I thought."

Nancy looked at him with wide eyes, surprised and flustered.

"I'd stare at your pussy for free, and Sammy is paid to do that," he chuckled. "Lucky guy."

She choked on her saliva, shocked, but before Nancy could say anything about it, the door to the doctor's office opened, revealing doctor Winchester.

"Thank you, Dear," Samuel said quickly. "Come in, Miss Sousa. I was waiting for you."

Nancy stepped through the door with her face still on fire, and sat down quickly in front of the large white desk in the room.

"I hope I didn't make you wait too long," Doctor Winchester shot her a charming smile.

"Not really," she mumbled. "Uh... the nurse...."

"My brother," he pressed his lips together, looking bothered. "He didn't get the memo that he doesn't have quite that charming of a personality."

She giggled a little, and Sam grinned.

"I suppose your mother is waiting outside?" he asked, writing something down on his computer.

Nancy shook her head, pushing her hair behind her ears.

"No, sir, it's just me today," she mumbled.

Doctor Sam hummed a confirmation.

"Of course," he said simply. "A young woman like you needs her privacy."

She nodded, agreeing. It was a little scary to do this, but he was right. She was an adult now, and should consider herself and be treated as such.

"Alright," he looked away from the screen. "Is there anything you're worried about? Any pain, any lump?"

Nancy shook her head.

"And your period?"

"As regular as always," she assured him.

He hummed positively again.

"Any pain during sex I should be worried about?"

She shook her head.

"No pain and no sex," she mumbled.

He hummed a little, looking a little intrigued.

Nancy waited for him to say something about that. It was normal, right, for her doctor to be asking her about her sex life? He was her gyno, after all.

"But I'm dating someone," she said, a little too quickly. "And I may need birth control. Soon."

Doctor Samuel raised his eyebrows, and though he was wearing a mask, Nancy could see he was surprised.

"Well, it is very wise and smart of you to come to me before you do it," he said, finally.

Nancy exhaled, forcing herself to relax.

"Yeah, I... I wanted to make sure I'm doing the right thing," she mumbled.

Doctor Samuel nodded.

"And are you sure you know what you're doing?" he asked. "That you want to do it?"

Nancy frowned, looking at him, though it was hard to read his expression under the mask.

Why was he wearing a mask? Wasn't she supposed to be seeing his face before the physical exam?

"I... I don't know?" she stuttered.

He rested his hands on the desk between them, and she couldn't help noticing how big they were.

"How long have you known this guy?" he asked. "I mean, I suppose it is a guy, that is the only sort of relationship that demands you to get birth control."

She nodded, a little embarrassed.

Yes, it was a guy. She had been dating him since before graduation, she trusted him a lot now, he was both her friend and a really good boyfriend.

"I mean, it's been almost a year?" she answered, confused. "It's enough right?"

Doctor Sam sighed, moving to the computer again and writing something down.

"And do you want the pill, an IUD..." he listed. "Maybe an implant?"

Nancy looked in his eyes, realising he wasn't so sure about the last one.

"Which one is quicker?" she mumbled.

"The pill," he told her. "It's the one I recommend the most for someone in your age group."

She nodded slowly.

"You know, it is the most comfortable one in terms of pain and management..." he listed.

That made her frown, confused.

"Pain?" she asked.

Sam confirmed, looking a little worried.

"Well, you know... The insertion and the adjustment period of the IUD and the implant are really hurtful," he told her.

"Oh," she sighed.

Nancy sat back in her seat.

"And with the pill, you just have to remember to take it every day," he said, looking like he was smiling with the way his eyes were squeezed.

She nodded, and he chuckled.

"And if you forget, you'll get a little bum in the oven," he giggled.

Her cheeks heated up in response, and Nancy clenched her hands at the hem of her dress.

"I should put on my gown," she realised.

Doctor Samuel nodded.

“You can go behind the curtain,” he told her. “I’ll just write you a prescription and meet you there in a minute.”

Nancy shot him a confused look, but hurried up when he raised her an eyebrow.

She distinctly remembered how he usually left the room and only came back once her mother told him she was ready. Maybe undressing behind the curtain was the norm, and he was just trying to accommodate mum before?

The short brunette tried to be quick, undressing in a hurry while she listened to him typing something down in his computer, and put the ugly gown on before folding her dress and underwear, placing them on the chair.

“Are you ready, Miss Sousa?” he asked, and she could see his silhouette as her doctor rose from his seat.

Nancy’s eyes widened once she saw him on his feet. She had never realised how tall and strong he was before.

"Yes, sir."

She watched as he walked around the door and took the things that were supposed to keep her feet up, and swallowed down, a little nervous.

Doctor Winchester slowly pulled the side of the curtain facing the wall open, and looked at her with soft and sweet eyes.

“Lay down, please.”

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Illicit Affairs

Part 1

Summary: A coffee date brings up some old feelings, and some new problems Squares: Love after heartbreak @spnfluffbingo // Jealousy @creatively-analytical's follower bingo (that I'm so behind on) Words: 1378 Warnings: Discussion of stalking, mentions of canon-level violence, slight discussion of injury, dealing with an ex Credits: @flamencodiva for looking over this for me like the babe she is. A/N: This is all @b3autyfuldisast3r's fault.

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The small cafe was loud, busy for a Saturday morning. You and Sam had agreed to meet here at nine o’clock to catch up. You teetered between excitement and regret, hope and guilt.

When you slipped out of bed this morning, you’d told your fiance you were meeting a girlfriend for coffee. You felt bad about lying but Steve was a jealous man. If you would have just said ‘old friend’ or Sam or ex-boyfriend, he’d have flown off the handle.

Your musings were interrupted by Sam sitting across from you. He looked good, you admitted, but something was missing. His eyes that used to have such joy, such spark, were sad and lonely.

“Morning,” he greeted.

“Morning.”

“Uh, thanks for meeting me here. I feel like the last time I saw you really didn’t do me any favors,” he said, his head hung low and his long chestnut locks falling into his eyes.

“You don’t say,” you snapped. “The last time I saw you was when you promised, you swore, that you would be at my house by six so we could go to dinner before prom. And then you stood me up.”

“That’s not -”

“I called you for two hours before I accepted that you weren’t coming.” You squeezed your eyes shut for just a second, willing the tears to stay in your eyes, to not fall down your cheeks in response to the old wounds that were reopened.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “My brother got hurt out of state and I had to go. My uncle didn’t give me any time to call you.”

“And after?”

“Dean couldn’t be alone for a long time. The werew-”

Sam stopped mid-sentence, his eyes wide with realization and fear, awaiting your response.

“I’m sorry, were you going to say ‘werewolf’?” you snarked quietly, the question rhetorical since you knew exactly what you’d heard.

“I, uh…” he stammered, trying to figure out how to tell you about everything. With a sigh, he decided to just do it. Rip off the band-aid, so to speak.

“My family were hunters,” he started, “but the kind that hunt supernatural creatures. Werewolves, vampires, wendigos.”

“So they’re all real?”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

“And your brother was attacked brutally by one of these…wolves?”

“Yeah. Uncle Bobby picked me up right after you left and we high-tailed it to the forest Dean had been hunting in.” Sam swallowed hard and fidgeted with his coffee mug. “We found him, barely alive, just inside the trees, blood oozing from wounds on his chest, arms, legs. We actually called the ambulance for him, something we never do. It’s hard to explain the kind of wounds we get.

“We told the EMTs that he had been camping. There were apparently all manner of big clawed animals in those woods so they didn’t question anything. He was out for days. When he came to, our dad showed up and demanded that he get out of the hospital and finish his job. Uncle Bobby and I kicked him out. Told him not to contact us again.”

Sam paused and you just stared at him. You knew his dad was toxic, he’d told you that much, but you had no idea it was that bad.

“Wow, Sam, I’m sorry.” Even as you said them, the words felt inadequate for what you knew he’d dealt with.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Sam insisted, “Honestly, thinking of you is what kept me sane during the time I wasn’t sure Dean would make it. I told myself that I’d go back as soon as I could and beg for your forgiveness. In August of that year, I called your parents’ house. Your mom told me you’d gone to Northwestern. That you seemed happy there. Then she told me to stay far away from you because I had shattered your heart. So, Dean and I moved to California. I went to Stanford and switched from pre-law to pre-med.”

“And now you’re here, against overwhelming odds, sitting in a little cafe in Sioux Falls with your high school sweetheart,” you chuckled.

“And now I’m here,” he smiled. “So tell me about your life.”

You detailed your experience at Northwestern, talked about your dad passing away after you graduated, how you’d met your fiance, opening your own business.

“So you’re a small business owner back in your home town with a fiance,” he summarized, his tone masking the distaste in his mouth at mentioning the man you were engaged to.

“Basically, yeah,” you confirmed with a shrug. “What about you? Any special lady scoop you up yet?”

“I wouldn’t say scooped me up. I’m seeing someone. Amelia,” he admitted quietly. What he didn’t say was that Amelia couldn’t hold a candle to you, not then, not now, not ever. You had bewitched him back then and the spell had never broken. He still wanted you as much or more than he did back in high school.

You and Sam talked for hours, patrons filtering in and out while baristas called out orders and bussers cleaned tables. It was easy, spending time with him again. You smiled and laughed as you shared stories and passed the time.

Your phone started ringing, lighting up with Steve’s name. You ignored the call and the three after it, choosing instead to talk to the friend you’d been missing for over a decade. You did start to wrap up your meeting, knowing you had a very limited amount of time before Steve used your find my phone website.

“Thanks for suggesting we meet up, Sam,” you smiled. “I had a really great time.”

“Can we do this again?” he blurted out.

“What about your girlfriend? My fiancé?”

“We’re just two friends hanging out? Why would that be an issue?” he questioned with his eyebrows raised.

“You don’t know Steve,” you scoffed as you grabbed your purse.

“So he doesn’t know you’re out with me?” Sam pried, a smug look on his face.

“No. And he won’t find out,” you muttered, vaguely threatening the 6’ 4” doctor.

“I’ll tell you what,” he said, “here’s my card. That’s my personal cell number. The ball is in your court.”

You both stood and he followed you out of the cafe, his hand a comforting presence on the small of your back. He kissed your cheek before you parted ways, last lingering glances tossed over your shoulders.

Your phone started ringing again as you turned the corner. You glanced at the screen and saw your best friend, Brooke, calling.

“Girl, where are you!?” she exclaimed as soon as you answered. “Steve just called me looking for you. I covered for your ass but now I need the details.”

“What did you tell him?” you questioned, your stomach dropping when you heard that he’d called her.

“That you went to the bathroom and left your phone at the table. So you have about two seconds to spill before he’s calling you again.”

“Okay so you know I had my annual yesterday? Well my old doctor retired and the new one, Dr. Winchester, is the ex that ruined me, the one that stood me up for prom. He asked me for coffee and we spent all morning catching up and -” you stopped, hearing an incoming call. “Shit, that’s Steve. Talk soon!”

You switched to answer Steve’s call without waiting for her response. “Hey, you,” you cooed.

“Did you have fun with Brooke?” he responded.

“Yeah, we’re having a great time,” you corrected, hoping that he believed you.

“Okay, sweetie. Have fun. I’ll see you at home. I love you,” he told you.

“I’ll be back soon. I love you, too,” you replied, hoping he couldn’t sense your lie.

Hanging up the phone, you breathed a sigh of relief. You didn’t notice the man half a block behind you, sunglasses covering his eyes and a hat low on his head. He’d been watching for nearly an hour, seeing you laughing with him, talking to him, flirting with him. He was upset that you’d lied to him when you left but more so when you continued lying about being with Brooke. Steve was nothing if not patient. You’d tell him the truth eventually. One way or another.

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