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nsfw alphabet : sam winchester

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character: sam winchester x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw(obviously) | sexual details | mentions of scars and monsters | intentional lowercase | 18+

a/n: roughly season 2 era, but applies for most of his eras. first time writing for sammy boy, enjoy :)

-praying this doesn’t get hidden like my daryl dixon one did </3

(not my image or character)

A- aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

sam is very big on aftercare. he’ll hold you until he feels like cleaning you up, gently kissing any parts of you that he was particularly rough with. when he lies down with you again, he whispers sweet words into your hair until you and him giggle and talk yourselves to sleep.

B- body part (their favorite part of both of your bodies)

sam’s favorite body part on himself is his arms. he loves how he can lift you and toss you around, and he knows you like how they flex while his fingers pump into you.

sam’s favorite body part on you is… everything. he knows that isn’t much of an answer, but it's true, he loves every atom of your existence. the way your eyes hold love and lust for him, how your hips are so easy to grasp onto, your lips that can take his length, and your ass that gets so red from his spanking.

C- cum (anything to do with it)

this man loves to cum inside of you. filling you up is better than the heaven he experienced in death. his load has to be bigger than average with how it fills you up and leaks out in thick globs.

D- dirty secret (self explanatory)

sam secretly loves fucking you when you get back from a hunt since you’re more bratty than normal. he knows you want to be set straight and he’s just the man for the job.

E- experience (do they know what they’re doing)

even though sam is a huge nerd, he’s very experienced. it probably causes you a little jealousy to think about how he got so experienced, but at least he’s using that experience on you and not some other girl.

F- favorite position (self explanatory)

any position where he can look into your eyes is his favorite. he likes to see them roll back when he pushes into you for the first time. he can’t deny how good it feels to take you from behind, however. occasionally he’ll let you on top, but somehow he still ends up in control.

G- goofy (how serious are they)

pretty serious, but he always laughs at any joke you make. one time, you guys even stopped halfway through since you both were laughing so hard.

H- hair grooming habits (how much hair do they have down there)

it varies, but he usually keeps it slightly trimmed since he doesn’t have much time or privacy in between hunts. he also doesn’t care what you do; he knows your body enough to bring you pleasure either way.

I- intimacy (romantic or rough/dirty)

both. he can be romantic and kiss you sweetly as you both cum while looking into each other’s eyes. but he can also be rough, spanking you and making you cry into the pillow while you’re asking permission to cum.

J- jack off (how often do they masturbate)

again, not much privacy in between hunts. when he’s away from you, most showers in motel rooms involve him stroking himself while thinking of you.

K- kinks (self explanatory)

size kink- he loves to see how big he is compared to you.

choking- having his hand around your neck, whether squeezing or not, is usually a must.

spanking- he loves to see how red your ass can get from his hand.

praise and degradation kink- he loves praising you to see how your eyes glaze over. but he also loves to call you things like “a needy slut.”

crying- sam gets hard when you cry for him. you just look so pretty.

eating you out- sam could cum just from giving you pleasure this way.

marking- he loves to mark you up to show others that you’re taken. dean makes fun of the hickeys on your neck, but you smirk when you remember how you got them.

multiple orgasms and orgasm denial- he loves to deny you when you ask to cum, and then make you cum too many times after that.

sam is pretty much always the dominant one when it comes to sex between the two of you. not being in control for most of his life led to him needing to be in control in the bedroom.

L- location (where they like to get it on)

most often in motel rooms while dean is out. sometimes you guys get it on in baby while dean sleeps in the motel room, but you have to keep that a secret.

M- motivation (what turns them on)

when you get sassy with him, he wants to fuck that sass out of you. he also can’t help but get turned on when you look up at him sweetly. and when you research lore with him… and when you kill a monster. he pretty much just gets turned on by you being you.

N- no (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

he won’t do anything with you in public or anywhere someone could see you. he gets a little possessive and doesn’t want anyone seeing what’s his. he also won’t do anything that will put you in danger.

O- oral (do they prefer receiving or giving)

definitely a giver, he could suffocate between your thighs with a smile on his face. however, he does love when you give him head. seeing you struggle to take all of him in your mouth is a sight that he wants ingrained into his memory.

P- pace (do they prefer fast or slow)

depends on how he’s feeling. if you both are hopped up on adrenaline after a hunt, it’s fast. if one of you had a near death experience, it’s slow and loving.

Q- quickie (do they like them)

quickies are a must as a hunter sometimes. sam makes sure to take advantage of the time, though, assuring that you’re both sated.

R- risk (do they like to try new things)

he’s down to try anything that you want to try, as long as it doesn’t put either of you in too much danger.

S- stamina (how many times and how long each round)

sam clearly has insane stamina. he can go for multiple rounds without finishing, making sure he’s pulled as many orgasms from your body as he can.

T- toys (do they like using them)

he’s not particularly into toys, but if you ask, he’ll use one on you in a heartbeat. maybe he could get one that’s similar to his cock so you can only think about him while using it.

U- unfair (how often do they tease)

sam is so unfair in his teasing. he teases you with his words and his body, making sure you’re begging to cum by the end of it.

V- volume (how loud are they)

not very loud, but dirty talk and grunts in your ear make up for it. he loves to hear you moan for him, though.

W- wild card (anything random)

sam is insecure about the scars on his body from hunts. but when he sees you kissing them gently and calling him a hero, he decides that he shouldn’t be insecure about them anymore.

X- x-ray (what’s going on down there)

larger than average; about 7-8 inches when hard. curves slightly upward and is cut. pinkish-purple that leads to an angry red mushroom tip.

Y- yearning (sex-drive level)

very high sex-drive, arguably higher than dean’s. he always wants you.

Z- zzz (how fast do they fall asleep)

he usually waits until you fall asleep, and then falls asleep with you if he feels like it’s safe enough, holding you through the night so the monsters in your dreams don’t hurt you. <3

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SFW ALPHABET - SAM WINCHESTER

Warnings: cursing, made some nsft jokes.

AN: he’s so girlfriend <3333

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He’s not very big on PDA, like hand holding and small kisses anywhere is great. But if you wanna make out just tug on his arm, go to a reserved era, and start kissing, could never say no too that.

In private tho, very much on quality time and physical touch, like sit on his lap while he’s researching and your read a book, or let him lay on your lap while he researches and you play with his hair, he’ll die.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Very caring, if you like something special he definitely looks it up so you two can talk about it.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Love it, mostly for sleeping. (Keeps the nightmares away)

I mean man’s massive so of course he’s going to be big spoon. But him laying on your chest/in the crevice of your neck, you talking about something you like or just your day, and you (again) playing with his hair. Melts.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Oh god, of course he wants to settle. Can’t because he constantly has to fight god and Lucifer and just every evil thing ever. But he’d want to more then anything.

Can’t really cook, I mean he knows some of the basics. He had to make food for him and dean once in a while.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

No :3 (didn’t feel like writing this sorrrryyy :333)

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

With everything happening, with the apocalypse, it kind of slipped his mind. But once he remember? Oh hell yeah.

Probably like 2-4 years into the relationship.

(Wears the ring on a necklace around his neck)

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Don’t get me wrong he’s a big boy and he can be violent, like I’m fighting or in *other* ways, but he’s so gentle with his partner.

Emotionally, can take a while to open up, but sometimes, late at night on especially after hunting nights, you’ll be awake, you on his lap, looking at his beautiful eyes and wiping his tears away as he talks about his past and current pain.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Love them.

After killing some monster, a long and tired yet tight hug.

Hello hugs, goodbye hugs. ‘I love you’ hugs. ‘Don’t worry I’ll come back’ hugs.

Hugs from behind, head onto of yours.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Honestly depends, but probably after you nearly died in a hunt.

“Sammy, I’m alright, I’ll probably get some scars but I’m okey.”

“… okey, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He knows you’ll shot it down the second someone tried to flirt with you. You’re loyal and he knows that.

But sometimes… a guy flirting a little bit to aggressively and won’t take the hint you spelled out too him?

He gets up behind you, death stares the guy, and arms around your waist.

“Oh hi Sammy :D!”

“Hey sweetheart, care to come back to me and dean?”

“Yeah-“

“tHeIr TaKeN, mAtE.” The creep says.

“Yeah, by me.”

If the creep still can’t take the hint, guess who has too get bailed out of jail the next morning! Wooho! Sam!

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

From him, on you:

mouth? Obviously. Quick or long make outs are both great. Speaking of making out? Weekly basis. Daylily if you’ll let it. (And if a case isn’t in the way)

Neck kisses? YES YES YES

Forehead. Protective !!!

Shoulders? Also protective!!!! A little ‘hi’ from behind.

From you, to him:

Neck kisses, instant puppy dog eyes.

Nose kisses, if you can reach that is, just. So sweet.

Forehead kisses, Again, if you can reach, so protected.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Really sweet, try’s his best, really wishes to be a dad some day.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Even if you didn’t fall asleep with him somewhat cuddled up with him, you will be.

Nearly always wake before you, probably back from his run. Mumbling about ‘breakfast’.

“Morning baby, you want breakfast?”

You, totally still half asleep, “… yeah.”

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Even if you are a night owl, if it’s hunting time, you’ll go to sleep first.

But if it’s just normal, he’ll have you lay on him. Kissing your head, watching tv till you both fall asleep.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Definitely waits, he feels like if you knew everything maybe you’d see him for the freak he seems himself as.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Depends on if a hunt is going wrong or if he has a lot bubbling up. But I’d say he’s not very easily angered.

Well, unless someone talks shit about his family, including you. Their face will never look the same.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Really tires to remember everything. Wants to remember every single thing so that he can bring it up in conversation. So you know he’s listening.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Anytime you had anything like a mundane or normal life. Just cooking together? Shopping for groceries? Doing chores together? All his personal heaven.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He understands that you can protect yourself, you’re a hunter after all, but of course he still covers you whenever he cans.

Oh yeah, and chuck forbid something happens too you, everyone’s dead.

When he can, he cuddles you, hugs you, arms around you and head right on top of yours, walking around. Feeling like if anything would even try he could protect you.

I can see him thinking that he doesn’t need to be protected but saving his ass last minute will make him fall in love with you all over again.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Dates? Tries too make them special when he can, but the best you could get on the road is probably just a movie marathon or a diner date with breakfast (and hopefully no dean)

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Well, if we over look the demon blood thing, he definitely bites his nails.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Anything but his hair, he really doesn’t care for, well, of course he works out, needs to be fit for demon hunting but other then that he really doesn't care.

He really doesn’t like people cutting his hair, no hair stylist, not dear old dad (fucking John), not Dean, I think the only person, alive, he’d let cut his hair is you.

Hair holds memory’s and after losing so many people it just feel’s terrible having it cut. Like he’s forgetting them.

But with you it’s different, you want to braid his hair? Sure. Want to style it? Hmm okey. You think it look good a little shorter? Only for you.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Definitely, sometimes he goes of on hunts alone and if he can’t at least hear your voice from a call or two, expect a very clingy Sam when he gets back.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Uses his puppy dog eyes to get anything he wants from you.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

I mean as long as your not a demon you’re okey??

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Always a long nap after a hunt with you, of course.

Doesn't have a sleep schedule but tries to get at least 4 hours of sleep.

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eternalslover · 8 months

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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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alexsoenomel · 11 months

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Chokehold (Sam Winchester x Reader smut)

Request: Hey I don’t know if you’re taking requests but I was reading Adrenlize Me and I had an idea for a part 2? Sam and reader have been getting at it for a bit but this time they finally say “I love you” to each other? Rough smut with a little dash of fluff? 🥰

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: sexy times and I love you’s, mentions of addiction

Word count: 2.1k

Note: I apologize for being so slow (school+work+ADHD). Writing this made me realize how single I actually am.

Enjoy! Like/Reblog or both if you like it! :)

PART 1

Addiction. First, it feels like a warm hug, sucking you in, disguising itself as something familiar, something beautiful, and finally, you feel like you filled that hole in your soul. Then it starts taking, it takes and takes until there is nothing left to take, until you cannot give anymore – until you’re dead. You find out, a little too late, that the warm hug was just a one-way ticket to your inevitable demise.

This started as a deep-seated need but turned into a full-blown addiction sooner than I thought, but the only difference was this was a blissful one, with no reaper waiting for you at the end. It only brought endless pleasure.

Sam was no better than me. We couldn’t stop ourselves; every touch, every kiss would send us into a euphoric state, and it was better than any drug known to man.

After our little adventure in Dean’s beloved Baby, we tried to keep our dirty little secret hidden. Sam would come to my room only during the night when he could hear Dean snoring in his room, and even then, we had to be careful since Dean was a light sleeper. He would muffle my moans with his hand whenever he was on top of me, he would sometimes even let me bite his shoulder, but it was impossible to be quiet, especially when we both liked listening to each other come undone. Long story short, Dean found out.

“Good thing you two lovebirds finally got together! The bad thing is now I cannot sleep.” He told us one morning while sipping his black coffee, clearly tired and cranky.

Lovebirds.

That word was stuck in my brain that day. It still would pop up occasionally. It reminded me that we never labeled our little arrangement. When it happened, we would carry on, pretend like this thing was meaningless, and then we would do it all over again. We would cover every topic under the Sun apart from this one. We completely ignored it, but it was there, just around the corner, something more than just a meaningless hookup.

Sure, he was able to make my legs shake, make me forget my existence, and his touch would set me on fire every damn time, but the way he would look at me right before I would come, the way we would look at each other… I knew I was falling for him.

We were birds of a feather –we connected through art, books, and music. We liked the same things but were far different characters. I was more of a 'Shoot first, ask questions later' kind of girl, like his older brother, and he was far from that. He was my voice of reason when I would let my emotions consume me; he was the one who would tell Dean and me to get our shit together whenever we would jump the gun (and that would often happen because we were both hotheads). We worked perfectly together.

***

"God, I'm exhausted!" I said and put my bag on the table.

We just got back from a hunt in Omaha, Nebraska, and it was a wild one. It dragged to no end until we finally ganked the ghost that was killing unfaithful men. I almost got thrown off the balcony, Dean almost got stabbed, and Sam, well he took care of it. Overall, I was just happy the case was over and, that I could sleep in my/Sam's bed.

"Me too! Gonna hit the hay!" Dean said taking his shoes off.

"Already? It's only 10 pm." Sam said. On a rare occasion, Dean would sleep early, he was the worst night bird in the flock. For him, 2 am was too early for bed, and mornings started at noon.

"Sammy, I almost got stabbed today! Yeah, already." Dean said and disappeared into the hallway.

"Night, Dean!" I said.

"Night, night!" I heard him say.

I was immediately hit with the realization that I was alone with Sam. There was something so alluring about him that made me nervous in the best way possible. It would boost my dopamine and adrenaline – like a drug. I swallowed nervously as I turned to see he was staring back at me and I immediately recognized the look – the look of devotion.

"What?" I asked. He looked tired, with messy hair, and bags under his eyes. I was a tired mess too. During these days caffeine kept me awake and sharp since we were working night and day trying to solve the gruesome mystery.

"Shower?" He asked.

"Please!"

We went to his room since I would spend most of my nights there. What started as casual, grew to be a routine. I started hating sleeping alone in cold sheets – his warmth kept me safe.

When we entered his room, pleasant silence joined us. We stripped down our dirty clothes and sins as we went to the bathroom. We didn’t say a word until warm water touched our tired bodies.

“Warm enough?” Sam asked me.

I nodded. He shampooed my hair, and I did my body while letting my muscles relax under the shower, feeling every part of me slowly shutting down from exhaustion. Once my hair was nice and cleaned and I turned to face Sam, kissing where his heart was as I balanced myself on my tiptoes since he was much taller than me.

“My turn?” I asked and got on his knees, like he usually would do when I wanted to wash his hair, and wrapped his hands around my waist, cupping my ass. It wasn’t the first time we showered together, the aftercare was as important for him as it was for me, but this time it felt far more intimate and real. The aftercare would usually turn into rough shower sex, leaving me breathless and sometimes even covered in bruises, but this time I saw true intimacy and meaning of showering together.

Sam kissed my stomach as I washed his hair, sending light shivers all over my body. His hand went between my legs, and a light moan escaped from my lips.

“All done!” My voice trembled. Sam stood up and kissed me hungrily. I could never get enough of his kisses, his lips were soft, kisses sweet kinda like cherries in spring, nothing like I’ve ever tasted before. He broke the kiss as our eyes met, water still running down our bodies. I could feel his breath on my lips. The air, even though hot and heavy, got a little bit chilly for a second – or was I getting nervous? I could feel my heartbeat in my throat. I didn’t know why I was getting nervous. Everything that seemed familiar was now foreign to me. Even though we fucked a million times, even though we both had seen each other naked, I was still feeling that tickling sensation in the pit of my stomach.

Sam turned off the shower. We did our night routine in blissful silence. Skincare, haircare, the whole nine yards…in blissful pleasant silence. Sam even started using my Vitamin C serum, when I told him how good it is for the skin.

I was pleasantly surprised when he took a little bit of my hydrating cream after the serum. I would always use that after having a rough day on the job, it did wonders for my tired skin.

“You’re learning,” I told him as I brushed my teeth.

“From the best.” He simply said.

***

I didn’t remember the last time I did my night routine in my bathroom – and it all started when Dean caught me leaving his room to get my toothbrush.

“You two are louder than a jackhammer!” He told me as he opened the door of his room, messy hair, eyes barely open, clearly feeling creaky from lack of sleep…again. “Keep it down, or I swear I’ll kill you both!”

“Sorry!” I was embarrassed but trying hard not to laugh.

Ever since then, I decided not to leave his room during the night. So, naturally, I started leaving my stuff in Sam’s room.

***

After we got in our pajamas; Sam in his gray sweatpants and me in my oversized blue T-shirt I “borrowed” from him, got under the covers. I could feel my whole body relaxing, as I let my mind drift God knows where…I was ready to fall asleep, but Sam had other plans. He wrapped his hand around my waist pulling me closer to him. His semi-hard cock was pressed against my ass, and I felt his lips on my neck.

“Yeah, Sammy?” I bit my lower lip.

“I don’t wanna sleep.” He mumbled between kisses.

I turned around, missing the softness of his lips on mine. I kissed him, feeling the minty taste on his lips. My hand went in his hair, pulling him closer to me. He moaned when I pulled his locks, sending shivers all over his body. He pushed me back onto the mattress as he climbed on top of me, leaving kisses all over my jaw and neck. I loved his lips on my skin, I loved everything about them; the softness, the taste, the ability to make me wet in seconds…

“You got me worried today,” Sam whispered between kisses.

“Sorry, I was a hot-headed dumbass.”

I thought I could take down the ghost by myself. I didn’t stick to the plan and almost got thrown off the balcony when the damn thing attacked me – my mistake.

“Like always.”

And that’s why you love me. I bit my tongue. I felt my walls completely coming down under him. I didn’t care about labels, I didn’t care what we were, I just knew my heart was struggling to stay silent. I wanted to say those words as much as I desperately wanted to hear them from him.

“Shut up and kiss me!” I told him instead.

Sam pressed his lips on mine, this time his hand went down my stomach between my legs. His fingers were cold, making my skin shiver, but his touch bought endless pleasure.

I could feel his two fingers in me for a few seconds before he pulled away.

“Tease,” I said annoyed. He loved making me beg and feel desperate and I loved every second of it.

He licked his fingers clean and kissed me letting me have a taste as well.

“You are delicious.”

Everything about this seemed different. He was sweeter and far more gentle. Usually, he would tell me to be quiet, his good girl, he would be rough, but this time…he wasn’t? He had a gentle side, but I’d rarely see it. I felt something was different. I felt my heart connecting with his and my soul feeling closer to his own.

“And you’re a tease.”

He laughed, showing off those cute little dimples I adored so much.

"Just a little. " He smirked before kissing me again. I was growing impatient, and it was like he heard me. He wasted no time, he moved my panties to the side as I helped him lower his sweatpants. He entered me slowly, letting me adjust to his size, letting me bask in the pleasure his cock was giving me. I buried my fingers into his damp hair, arching my back slightly.

"You feel so good!"

He would always tell me that. Every time. No exception. He knew his words made me needy, horny, and desperate…He knew what buttons to push.

He started to move and that was when my heart decided to work against me…or it did me a favor? My eyes were lost in his, not wanting to break the contract. I was feeling every inch of him, slowly moving in and out, skin to skin….

"I love you!"

I heard myself say. My heart was pounding, I could see his expression change as his hair was falling on my cheeks…he smiled and kissed me.

"I love you too!"

I didn't expect this answer from him. At the moment it didn't seem real but I think we both knew it was coming. Between the constant staring, and flirting just to gross out Dean and the genuine connection we had, we knew…

Sam's pace became faster, and I was slowly losing it. His face was inches away from mine, feeling each other's breaths as my climax was getting closer. I could feel my body shaking, my nails digging into his back as I couldn’t get his name out of my mouth.

“Come on, baby!” He whispered in my ear.

I loved his voice, I loved his touch, his kiss. I loved him.

I came hard, biting his shoulder (Sam didn’t even flinch), not wanting to be too loud because of Dean and his “Next time I’m gonna kill you both” sentence.

He kissed me before collapsing next to me. We were both panting, waiting for someone to say something, to break the ice that had already been broken when I told him I love you. But no one did. Instead, we fell asleep, my head on his chest, safe and sound.

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parkbutterfly · 1 month

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 2 months

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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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gabes-art-archive · 7 months

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Pt2 of shitty sabriel comics

#spn gabriel #gabriel supernatural #gabriel spn #sam winchester #supernatural #sam winchester supernatural #sabriel #sam x gabriel #comic

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via-l0ve · 6 months

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Hey pookie, how are you! I was wondering if you could do a romantic spn pref for sam, dean, castiel, crowley, and gabe? The plot would be that they're on a hunt with the reader and they have to infiltrait a strip club. The reader is female so she poses as a striper (she wears a white angle outfit). At one she pulls she pulls one of the guys into a private room to talk about the plan, but they see a camera in the room so the reader gives the guy a lap dance while explaining the plan as to not get caught. There is alot of sexual tension, and the guys have a crush on the reader. At this point they're only friends though. Thanks girl!

Private. (SPN Pref!) ❤️

a/n: i devoured this prompt. i am in heat. i hope you like this pookie!!!

warnings: SUGGESTIVE!!! read at your own risk, strip club, stripper!reader, lap dances, grinding, no actual smut but nsfw xx

Dean:

dean didn’t imagine this being his wednesday night.

his eyes watched you on the stage, walking around and pretending to be busy. the dainty Angel costume you were wearing hugged you in all the right places - just enough for him to imagine more.

in his distraction, he dosent realize you’re trying to get his attention.

he was suddenly pulled into one of the back, private rooms. he looked over and met your pretty eyes. he smiled.

“dean, i got info.” you smiled, closing and locking the door behind you both.

he was going to respond but his eyes caught something else. a camera. it seemed like you noticed too because you sighed.

dena watched you pull the chair to where the camera faced.

“sit.” you said in a seductive voice.

it’s just for the bit.’ dean reminded himself. he shakily sat down.

you walked toward him, back facing the camera. his eyes widened and face blushed as you started to give him a lap dance.

he was stiff as a board, too nervous to move.

“at least pretend you like it. we have to sell it so we don’t get caught.” you whisper in his ear, pressing kisses to his jawline.

shivers went down his spine and he nodded, grabbing onto your hips.

he stared into your eyes as you spoke, only being able to focus on the feeling of your hips on his, moving and grinding against him. his jaw clenched and he bit his lip, rubbing your hips with his thumbs.

you spoke about the case but he could barley hear you.

eventually you stopped, smiling at him.

“pay up, lover.” you grinned playfully.

he tried to hide his boner, giving you a forced smile as you walked away. his breath heavy and cheeks beet red.

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Sam:

sam was nose deep in one of his papers of his research he scraped together. his cheeks were red, trying not to look up at you.

not because he didn’t want to - no. he wanted to. more than anything. but if he did, he knew he wouldn’t be able to look away.

despite his efforts, when he felt a hand on his shoulder he had to look up. it was you.

the white angel outfit you were wearing caught his attention. it was tight and revealing, something he wasn’t used to seeing you in.

“come with me.” you lean down and whisper to him. he just nodded, following you.

he then found himself sitting on a chair in one of the back rooms.

“there’s cameras. i have to play my part sammy.” you said to him, and he nodded

“anything you want.”

he blushed again as you started to give him a lap dance. his eyes widened.

you spoke softly about the case, but he could only focus on your body and how it moved atop of his own.

he pretended he was listening, but he was struggling. only feeling the fogginess of his mind and the weight of your body on his lap.

it was over much too soon for his liking

you got off of him and smiled.

“maybe we do this more often.” you said with a smirk.

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Castiel:

poor boy

remember when he first went to the strip club

that’s him but x10 when he sees you

he’d never seen you in such clothing. not that he was complaining at all. if anything, he was ecstatic about it.

when you met his eyes from across the room, he got up and walked toward you immediately. you didn’t even have to ask (😍)

he followed you into the back rooms.

“cas. i gotta give you a lap dance.”

“what?”

“i’ve gotta play my part. is this okay?”

“…yes?”

castiel didn’t know what a lap dance was.

so when you started to actually do it

wowowowowow

he was gobsmacked.

his hands rested on your waist and he let you do whatever you had to do.

he bit back moans as he was so sensitive

but he listened intently to what you had to say about the case. his hips moved slightly with your body and his face was bright red.

he focused on your words but his eyes drank in how you moved against him and how his hands squeezed your hips

he could feel his dick throbbing against his jeans but he knew he couldn’t do anything about it

you got off of him eventually and he stayed sitting.

“c’mon. we gotta go.” you grinned and walked out before him. he was left with shaking hands and a red face.

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Crowley:

he watched all of the people at the club with wandering eyes, stopping when he saw you

your outfit fit you perfectly and hugged you in all the right places

crowleys eyes wandered down your body as you came closer to him.

“come.” you said softly, leading him to the private rooms. he smirked.

“now, i didn’t know you wanted this, y/n.”

you just smirk and sit him down in the chair.

you start the lap dance, bringing your mouth close to his ear and whispering the plan to him, grinding your hips against his.

his hands ran over your body and hips, feeling the curves of your body and the softness of your skin

he was grinning, listening to the plan while also enjoying the thrusts and movements of your body

he wanted you to continue for hours. days. forever

but when you got off of him, he had to refrain from pulling you back onto his lap.

—

Gabe:

his eyes were on you from the start

he watched you with a passion, drinking in your appearance and how your white costume looked on your body.

the body he’d dreamed about seeing for months

that’s why he follows you into the back room without question

that’s also why he has to bite back moans when you start grinding against his lap, dancing

he watches with wide eyes, trying to listen to your words but drowning them out as he squirmed against your body weight

he gripped your hips and waist just a little bit too hard

he nodded along to the plan he wasn’t following, just watching your hips and body against his own

he let a groan slip from his lips at one point

his hips moving in rut him with your own

literally driving him insane.

but he’s not complaining

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super-incorrect · 4 months

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Y/n - If I cut my leg off and swung it at you, would I be hitting you or kicking you?

Sam - You would be mentally scarring me!

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pinkiebieberpie · 9 months

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i like shiny things, but i'd marry you with paper rings ୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮

supernatural masterlist

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star-wrote · 3 months

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jared padalecki with guitars >>

#HANDS #MY MOUTH IS WATERING #jared padalecki #sam winchester supernatural #sam winchester #supernatural #spn

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cas-dyke · 20 days

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my brain can’t deal with the days of the week anymore.

oh buddy, it’s only MONDAY

brother it’s 10am on a TUESDAY

ITS WEDNESDAY

the self-hating angel of THURSDAY

i could go on but nay i shan’t

#spn #supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #sam winchester #castiel supernatural #dean supernatural #sam supernatural #sam winchester supernatural #dean winchester supernatural #cas #self hating angel of thursday

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ghostingssdeadlinee · 8 months

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PLATONIC ALPHABET - SAM WINCHESTER

Warning(s): none i don’t think?? Please tell me if I missed any.

AN: he’s so <33333

Adventures (what kind of crazy shit would you get into together?)

Besides hunting? He probably really enjoys hiking. And if you’d go with him he’d love it. (Don’t worry he’d carry you when get tired)

Bond (what kind of - platonic, obviously - relationship do you have with each other?)

Best friends!! Hunting buds :3

Cuddling (do you ever cuddle? how physically affectionate are you?)

I think so yeah :D! I think he’d let you sit on his lap while he’s researching, ether you also researching or just napping :3

Dance (do you ever dance together? how?)

Rarely, but I think sometimes you’d dance in the middle of the night in the kitchen. Or (probably when deans busy being dead) jamming out too his music in the impala.

Enemies (were you ever enemies? Do you share the same enemies?)

Id imagine you (alike dean) wouldn’t like ruby. Having that precious ‘I told you so’ moment.

But yeah definitely. Like proud Lucifer hater !!

Fight (how often do you fight? how do you resolve conflict?)

I don’t think very often?

And if you would fight it would probably be about demon blood, him risking his life or something silly.

Gain (how have you helped each other improve as people?)

I think you’d be a person sam could actually vent his feelings too, knowing you wouldn’t judge, obviously it would take years for him too fully open up.

But I think he’d see you at least a little more reliable then dean in the way that you’re not blinded by being blood.

Help (how do they ask you for help? how do they help you when you need it?)

He definitely has if hard too ask for help but when he does, expect the biggest puppy dog eyes ever.

And obviously, Sam would do whatever you need, You’re his best friend, how could he not?

Injured/Ill (how would they act if you got hurt or sick?)

Injured? Everything and everyone is dead. He’s getting your revenge for you right after he knows you’ll be okey.

Sick? Be very worried at first, immediately getting you the medicine you need.

Also immediately quarantining you in your room, leaving stuff for you and immediately running out.

“Sammy :((“

“… you’re sick.”

“But :(“

He gives in eventually and cuddles you.

And when you’re done being sick he’s the one being sick.

Jokes (what’s their sense of humor like? how do you joke about things together?)

He probably gives you the :| all the time after seeing something funny.

Like dumb non meaning inside jokes, he pretends too be ‘sooo done with them’ but I love it.

Kisses (do you ever kiss? how? Kisses not on the lips count)

Forehead kisses!!!!!!

(I nearly always says that but omg forehead kisses !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

He’s tall so kisses right on top of his head is so real.

Love (how do they show you they care?)

He definitely researches things you mentioned you liked and brings it up in passing convocations.

“Ha, yeah- … remember that restaurant you mentioned like 5 years ago-“

“… how do you even remember that.”

Meeting (how did you meet? how did you become friends?)

Probably hunting or child hood friends :3

Or both!

Nesting (do you co-habitate at all? how?)

I think he’d let you sleep in his bed every once in a while, especially in motels.

Also falling asleep on the couch with him reading <3333333

Oasis (is there a specific place that is “your place”? what is it?)

Maybe there would be a town that John often was near/in that there would be a motel you’d always stay at. Maybe in your hometown? I imagine you’d always have the same room and have scratched your initials where ever you can whenever you were there.

Protection (how protective are they over you?)

Very. Knows you can take care of yourself obviously, but he’d still want too protect you, take a hit for you whenever he can.

Query (how inquisitive are they when it comes to getting to know you?)

He’d let you take your time. Let you trust him before asking anything too personal.

Record (what’s something you’ll never let them live down?)

Kind of guy to have mispronounced a word nearly all his life and only getting too know he’s been saying it wrong when he’s 40.

Support (how would they show their support for you? how far would that support go?)

As long as it doesn’t hurt you, he trust that it’s for the best. So he’d support you in whatever.

Trust (how much do they trust you? how do they show you that?)

He’d actually talk about his emotions. Trust you not too judge him.

Uplift (how do you bring each other up?)

Please hype him up in the most common things.

Like he kills a monster he has already killed a million time and he doesn’t even break a sweat?

“Wooho! Sam!! Go Sammy!!!”

He’d be so happy and all flustered.

He’d try his best too try and do the same for you. (Put empties on try) ((he’d fail so hard))

It’s like when an old person tries too use gen-z slang.

Vacation (do you ever travel together? what’s that like?)

Outside of hunting? Probably no.

Maybe a longer trip too like a tourist trap if you really pleaded for it.

Worry (do they worry about you? how often?)

Definitely, any time you’re on a hunt away for more then an hour. Leaving you ‘check up’ messages every once in a while. And calling dean and Bobby if you haven’t answered.

Xerox (are there any traits or habits of theirs that you’ve picked up by accident?)

Puppy dog eyes, the :| face and big gulps.

Yahoo (what’s an inside joke you share?)

Probably something making fun of Dean, because who doesn’t love making fun of Dean.

Zany (do they have a weird side only you get to see? what’s it like?)

Full on nerd Sammy <333 talking about his silly little intereses and facts <3333

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