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lokigonnakmsforbucky · 7 months

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Perfect (S.W.)

Sam Winchester x Plus sized F! Reader

Request: maybe some s1/2 sam? it’s the reader's first time, and sam js is really sweet to her, focusing on her pleasure, guiding her through everything, and noticing how she reacts to his touches and teasing her, just like body worship lol. nicknames, Sam being lowkey an oral god🤭 lol. maybe the reader is just a little bit shy because she is more chubby? idk if this makes sense but yeah!! I hope you can do this, have a lovely day <3 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Rating: Mature (minors DNI)

Warning: Some violence, p n v, unprotected (Wrap it before you tap it!), Sam Is an oral god 🤧, talk of insecurities, loss of virginity.

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A/N I am accepting requests and making a supernatural tag list!

The lock behind you clicking locked sounded like music to your ears. Working straight after class from 4-12 was exhausting, to say the least, at a bar nonetheless. Annoying college frat boys, creepy old men, prostitutes (get the bag sis), you get it though life is hard.

“Only two more months then Im out of here…” You whispered under your breath. You were right though, only two more months at Standford and you were off to do big things in the world.

The walk back to your small apartment outside of campus was cold and damp. You could feel how moist the air was and the cold breeze hit your face and your legs, yet you loved this weather. Not too hot nor too cold just a bit chilly. The trees around you had orange leaves and every house you pass had pumpkins outside carved with scary or funny faces. Halloween was just around the corner. You were ready for it.

For the first time in two years, you were ready for this Halloween. After everything that happened.

Jess.

You couldn’t believe what happened when you found out that Jessica, one of your closest friends from elementary school was killed in a freak fire accident and her boyfriend Sam found her.

You, Sam, and Jess were inseparable at Stanford. Even days before her death you guys were at a bar celebrating Halloween. Well, jess was. You and Sam were wearing the most boring casual clothes ever. You both didn’t like the attention.

The Party scene, the crazy frat boys, insane sorority girls. Wasn’t your thing. It wasn’t his. But it was all for Jess. Which made the arrangement work.

You lost contact with Sam shortly after Jess’s death. Which stung. Thinking he was one of your best friends and you lost your other to the crazy fire. Yet, life goes on.

The door to your apartment was dull, no sign on the door. No welcome mat. Nothing that indicated a human living there. Thats how you liked it.

You opened the door to find it pitch black in the room before you.

Thats odd. Did I turn the lights off? I swear I don't remember turning them off before I left.

Your mind was racing with questions, you reached towards the left, using the dim hallway lighting to shine just enough for you to see your light switch. You flick it and your apartment shines.

Your apartment was dull. School textbooks on the counter, your backpack on the chair. Your small tv looked dusty in the living room from the lack of use, and the sad couches that hardly were sat on.

You were never home hardly, from working shifts at the bar and school. The only downtime you had was in your bedroom in the comfort of your bed with the latest Stephen King book at your disposal.

You hang your jacket on the hanger and throw your keys on the counter. You sigh loudly, your body was ready for that date to the bed.

A bang in your room made you break your train of thought. You turn your head towards your room and grab a kitchen knife. Slowly making your way towards your room, your heartbeat was picking up slowly.

Your door was open like it was before, but you could feel that something was off. You flicked the light on and nothing was there. But, you discovered that your window was wide open and your books from your end table were on the floor.

You walk towards the window and slide it shut and look out. Nothing seemed to be different yet...something felt off.

You took another breath before you felt arms lock your upper half. You scream and thrash to no avail.

"Please don't be scared...I'm just very hungry. You will come back...don't worry." The voice belonged to a man, you know. You thrashed again and looked up to see yourself looking back. Your mirror showed the man behind you.

He was a kid...maybe only 19? Looked like a freshman in college in his Standford Sweatshirt. But, his teeth were sharp. You kicked the wall and to your surprise, you broke his hold on you as you both fell to the ground.

This was your chance.

You collected yourself quickly running through the door and into the living room grabbing the closest thing to you for cover. Which in this case was a light fixture.

The boy walked through the door, his breaths were heavy. "Look I didn't want to hurt you. "

"Well, I really wanna hurt you."

Sam? That voice couldn't have been him.

A bang of a shotgun went off from your right, you looked to your side to not only see Sam but another guy with him with the shotgun. The man beside Sam seemed to notice you staring at him. His green eyes piercing into yours.

“Get behind me!” He yelled.

You didn’t have to think twice, you ran behind him and Sam while they took care of the deranged man.

“Close your eyes y/n.” Sam finally spoke to you, a machete in his hand. The man beside him was above the man that was kneeling down in pain with a shotgun pointed at his head. You looked back up at Sam, and his face was still just as handsome as it always was.

“Please.”

You finally closed your eyes. Hearing Sam’s footsteps move in front of you. I could hear the deranged man grunting, “Damn you Winchesters. One of these days. We will Kill you.”

“Well, good thing today isn’t the day then.” You could hear Sam’s voice and then a grunt following with a thud.

“Y/n keep your eyes closed. I don’t want you seeing this.”

You kept your eyes closed, tempted to open them. Just to see Sam. He is finally back… after everything that happened. He’s back.

Maybe this is just a dream?

What felt like hours of your eyes being closed was mere minutes as you heard grunting and a door close soon after.

“You can open your eyes now.”

You slowly opened your eyes, your eyes stung from the bright lights, your vision blurry. You reached your hand up and rubbed your eye one by one. The room was still lit with your lamps on the sides of the couch, but you could see the traces of dark red blood on the floor. You could see they were smeared like they were trying to clean it.

“You…. Killed that boy?” You looked up at Sam, the person you hung out with the most, missed the most after everything that has happened.

“He.. wasn’t a human. He was a vampire and he was gonna turn you Y/n.” Sam’s voice was so quiet, like he was afraid you would be scared of him. But, you knew Sam. He would never lie about this.

“This can’t be real…” You looked around and walked towards the couch. Sam following behind. Sitting beside you.

“It is…everything in the supernatural is. My family has hunted them for years…after my mother died from the yellowed eyed demon. Like Jess.” Sam’s voice cracked of mentioning Jess. You slide you hand in his and squeezed.

“A demon killed her?” You didn’t want to believe it, but it explains how weird her death was.

Sam took a breathe and looked at you, “Yes. He did. But, we are going to kill him. The guy that was with me, thats Dean. My brother. He basically raised me while dad hunted to avenge my mother. Now… it’s just me and him.”

Sam never talked about his family much, but he always mentioned his brother a few times. Which explains the facial similarities of the green eyed hunter.

I took a breathe and let his hand go and rubbed my arm,“Why was the Vampire coming for me?”

Sam sighed, “Me and Dean found leads from recent vampire attacks a few towns over. Has to be a nearby the university. Says why a lot of students went missing too.” You grabbed my phone to see it was now 1:45 am, how has it been almost two hours sense this all happened? “The boy that attacked you, went missing a few weeks back. He was sent to take you.”

“To be a vampire?” Your voice cracked a little in fear. Sam nodded, “I wouldn’t have let that happen. You deserve a good life.”

You finally did what you wanted to do for so long, you wrapped your arms around Sam and gave him a hug.

“Sam Winchester you deserve a good life too. Don’t sell yourself short. Thank you for saving my life.”

Sam hugged you back tight, like you were going to disappear any moment.

“Your not safe here Y/n. I got a motel room downtown. Pack clothes and bring a book. I need to know you will be safe.”

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2 weeks later

The last few weeks have been eventful to say the least… Sam came back, you met his Metallica loving brother, they rid of the vampire nest and overall you finally felt at ease after the two years of not knowing what happened to Jess.

Sam and Dean stayed near Stanford to keep an eye on you and make sure all is well. Coming down any other day and eating at the diner or having a drink at the bar, (which meant free drinks while your manager wasn’t working since you were the bartender), and having a new friend and your best friend back. All was well.

Yet, you could feel some tension between you and Sam. You’ve always had a small crush on him, who hasn’t though? His thick hair, his height, his hazel eyes, plus his personality? People would be crazy to not have a tiny crush on him.

But, with this small crush you could feel the guilt in the back of your mind. This man was one of your best friend’s boyfriend.

What would Jess think if she was alive?

“Y/n!” Sam’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked up at him, your popcorn still in your lap as you we’re watching Scream on the Tv with Sam.

You came back home a few days ago and Sam wanted to spend a night over, since tomorrow he and Dean will be heading to South Dakota to see a friend of the family’s.

“Yeah?”

“You okay? You’ve been quiet for 30 minutes and you usually never shut up about Billy and Stu.”

“I’m just thinking…”

Sam paused the movie and turned towards me. “Spill it.”

You sighed and laugh a little. “Sam, it’s nothing.”

Sam took the popcorn out of my hands and scooted closed towards me, “Must be something if you are quiet for a long period of time.”

You took a breathe, Sam wasn’t gonna give up until you told him what was on your mind, “I’m just thinking about my future. I guess.” You laughed nervously.

“Your future? What about it?”

“Just thinking about everything, what I’m gonna be doing, Where I will be, If I would marry. Stuff like that.” Sam looked at you seriously after you mentioning marriage.

“Y/n, if someone wouldn’t marry you. I would be very surprised. Who wouldn’t? Your funny, down to earth, strong and plus your personality is amazing.”

You laughed, “Yeah. No. I’m not the looks of someone to be married.”

Moments passed, The silence thickened. You could hear your own breathing and Sam set down the popcorn on the table and took the blanket off of me and him. “Get up and come with me.”

“What?”

Sam grabbed my hands and pulled me up towards him. “Come with me. I have to show you something.” As he said that he took your right hand in his and walked towards your room and opened the door.

Your room looked the same as it always did. Bed maid, your window closed, your books on the table.

Sam took you in front of the mirror, him standing behind you.

“What do you see?”

You look at him through the mirror and give him an odd look.

“What?”

Sam took a breath, “In the mirror, what do you see?”

“I see me…. We done?”

“No. You see yourself, what do you see about you? What do you like or dislike?”

You rolled your eyes, “What’s your point, Sam?”

"I want you to see the beautiful woman, I see."

Beautiful? He was talking about me? Your mind was spiraling in thoughts. Years of self-doubt, men leaving you since you didn't fit into their "desires". Just to have Sam, your best friend and crush call you beautiful looking at you with no makeup, shorts that showed your curve, thick thighs touching each other, and a tank top that didn't hide your bloated stomach.

Beautiful.

"I want you to see how perfect you are to me. Your personality, your smile, how you change the room. " Sam chuckles, "Even your weird obsession with old 90 movies." Sam's hands gently roam down your body to be around your waist.

Beautiful. Perfect.

Not in a million years those two words would fall out of anyone's mouth. Not Sam's at least, You never would have thought that he would talk about you like that.

“Everything of yours is perfect. Your curves, your hips, your smile. " As he said that his hands were all over your body...touching every inch gently. You look at Sam through the mirror, "Sam..." Seeing his hands on your body felt fantastic and right.

"I know the past two years have been hard, I wish I was here for you. Things happened...but I am here now." Sam said his hand was now on my cheek caressing softly. "Let me have this chance."

You took a deep breath, this felt like a dream. Sam Winchester really said that and meant that.

You look up at Sam and nod your head. Instantly his lips met yours.

The kiss was full of passion yet gentle. Like You were a fragile art piece in a museum. His hand was on your waist and he pulled you in closer as he finished the kiss.

"Is this okay?" His hand had my shirt. You nodded your head and he took your shirt off revealing your black bra.

You covered your stomach as Sam looked at you, he wrapped his hands on your arms and moved them away, "I told you that you are beautiful, don't hide yourself from me.

Sam pinned your arms to your side and from your lips down to your stomach near the top of your pants. He kissed every scar, and stretch mark as he went. Whispering all sorts of sweet nothings, while he kissed you.

Sam looked up at you and smiled, "Take your pants off and lay on the bed baby girl."

You took a deep breath and turned from Sam, slipping your pants off and laying down on the bed. Sam was now shirtless and working on his pants.

Once he was left in his boxers he walked towards you and climbed on top of you, his face above yours. He gave you a small kiss on the forehead, the tip of the nose, and finally your lips.

It felt euphoric, the amount of times you never thought this would happen or even think you would be alone for all your life was out of the equation. You were happy.

With his small kisses, Sam cupped your breasts in his hands and softly squeezed them. Making you moan out softly. He lifted you up and unclipped your bra. You slipped out of your bra and allowed him to throw it on the floor. He kissed you once more before fondling your breasts and using his mouth on your nipple, swirling his tongue around your sensitive bud.

You softly moan and hold his head. Yanking his hair softly, Sam releases your nipple and looks up at you, "Better be careful Y/n. I want to take my time, but I will take you right now if you want."

Sam kissed your breasts and went down to your clothed pussy. Kissing the top of your underwear. His dirty talk made you feel excited for what's to come. Your underwear was soaked and Sam knew it, he rubbed your clothed pussy up and down making you moan out loud.

This was really happening. You were going to lose your virginity to Sam.

"Sam... I've never done this before." You admitted to him. He looked up at you and kissed your lips softly, "If you wanna stop we-" Before he could finish his sentence you cut him off with another kiss.

"I want you Sam."

You kissed Sam once more, deepening this kiss. His hands go back to your underwear and easily slide them off.

He breaks the kiss and goes down to my pussy, looking up at you before licking up and sucking on my clit. You moan out loud feeling the sensation of his tongue, Sam licked up and down and sucked on your clit before using a finger and thrusting in your pussy.

His one finger felt amazing inside, yet it stretched you out. If you couldn't take a finger. When he finally goes inside it may not fit. But, no matter the pleasure right now was overwhelming. You didn't want it to stop.

Sam does stop abusing your clit, rubbing your pussy, and adding another finger. You close your eyes and arch your back up, moaning out.

He was paying attention to everything that made you feel nothing but pleasure. He used his two fingers in a scissoring motion and that plus his mouth on you took you over the edge.

Your eyes feel blurry and your breaths are heavy, you could feel Sam's eyes on you. He leans up and kisses you. "Feel good baby girl?"

You smile and nod, "Yes."

You never noticed that Sam slipped his boxers off, his length hitting your thigh. You look down and take a breath.

It's a lot bigger than I thought...I don't think it would fit.

Your mind was spiraling and you could feel your nerves go through the roof.

"Don't overthink, keep your eyes on me. It will be uncomfortable but I am right here." Sam noticed you were in your head. His hands were rubbing your legs comfortably to make you relax. He kissed you gently and pulled you close to him as he rubbed his cock near your entrance.

Sam pulled away looking at you in your eyes, "You ready?"

A moment passed and you finally nodded your head. You wanted it You leaned up and kissed Sam once more. The head of his cock rubbing against your cunt.

During the kiss Sam thrusted in, You gasped in the kiss and he stopped moving while you looked like you were in discomfort.

When your face relaxed he thrusted again slowly until you told him to go faster.

The pleasure felt amazing, nothing felt better than being with Sam. You didn't want anyone else but him, the feel of his kisses, his touch. Was the most amazing thing you have ever felt.

The feeling of his cock filling you up to the brim felt amazing, how you stretched around to fit him and only him.

Sam was grunting as he thrusted, he started to moan softly kissing you while he thrusted into you. He gripped the sheets beside you as you gripped his shoulders filling him into you.

Sam pulled out and came on your stomach, "Sorry.." He chuckled and grabbed his shirt and cleaned you up, You smiled and looked down at him cleaning you up.

The one thing you knew for sure was that not only Sam was your first love, but no matter what he would always be your last.

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spn-fanfic-reblog-writes · 1 year

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Smile

Rated: Gen (Fluffy)

Relationship: Sam Winchester x Reader (gender neutral)

A/N: i finally wrote something!! Comments welcome!

Sam looks over his shoulder to find Y/N sitting at the one of the library tables, cheek in her fist, barely a profile seen, as they lazily flipped through pages of a tomb. He walks over to them watching their face as he goes unnoticed.

Y/N is actually lost in thought, the desire to move as their brain processes whatever is on their mind.

Tall, lithe Sam in his usual jeans a flannel stands next to their chair, commanding them, “Stop thinking that.”

Flinching, Y/N looks up at him confused and almost squeaks, “What?”

He looks into their eyes and smiles. “What you’re thinking about, stop.”

They open their mouth and close it, brow furrowed in continued confusion, and repeats opening and closing their mouth a few more times before slumping in the chair.

“Oh, no, you don’t,” he says and with a squeal of the chair on the wooden floor, rotates them to face him. His hands on the armrests and leans down. He gets straight into their face, noses touching and rubs slightly.

A brilliant, wide and gummy smile grows upon their lips into their now bright eyes as their cheeks pinken at the small, almost shy affection.

Tag: @riley-phoenix @myloversgone

#sam winchester x ofc #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x s/i #supernatural #spn #sam winchester #elle em bee #sam x reader #sam Winchester x y/n #sam x y/n #sam x you #smile

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miss-madness67 · 6 months

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Unwanted LAST CHAPTER 12/12 (Sam)

Sam Winchester has been in love with her ever since forever. He has known her for his whole life. Their parents were friends, and they have been too from the moment they were born. She has seen his bad and good days, they've shared thousands of memories and first times. Their first steps, their first day of school, their first prom, their first kiss, and even their first time. Going to the same college was a no-brainer, why would he separate from his best friend? Because, well, that's all that Sam is; her best friend. When his unrequited feelings come to light, what will he do?

Complete story

You could have called your mother for advice, or maybe a friend, like Charlie. You really don’t know what possessed you to ring Mary Winchester. Sure, she’s been sort of like a mother to you ever since you can remember, but she’s also Sam’s mother. A normal person would’ve been embarrassed to expose themselves like that to someone so close to the cause of their distress. However, these aren’t normal circumstances, and you’ve always had a good relationship with Mary. Besides, she gives better romantic advice than your mother.

It’s late at night when you call her. You would have waited for the next day, but you don’t seem to be able to sleep since the conversation with Sam. After he bared his feelings for you, you remained quiet for the rest of the meal. It had nothing to do with the fact that you don’t feel the same way, but more of the fact that you weren’t sure exactly what your heart wants. It’s a mess, honestly, because, despite the fact that Sam didn’t push for a response, the remaining outing was filled with tension. Expectancy for the response downed the atmosphere but also opened new possibilities.

Taglist: @stilinskisthings @deamus-liv @abbygraceasd @sojuxxi

#supernatural #fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #spn #spn x reader #spn fanfic #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester angst #sam winchester fanfiction #sam winchester x you #sam winchester x ofc

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princessmisery666 · 2 years

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Samnesia - Master List

Summary: Brooke is a calming distraction from the chaotic mess of Sam's life. When a hunt keeps them separated for over a month, Sam returns to find she no longer remembers him. The need to find out what happened while he was gone sends Sam on a case that will change the course of his life. What he discovers along the way will change the way he looks at love.

Warnings: angst, fluff, smut, slow burn, language, stalking, mentions of cheating, kidnapping, shitty friend, canon level violence mentioned.

W/C: 54k (11 Chapters)

Rating: E (explicit - 18+)

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Rowena McLeod, brief - Mary Winchester, OFC, OC’s.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x OFC (Brooke)

Notes: set around season 14. Chapters 1-8 flick between “then” and “now” but all in timeline order and labelled.

A/N: This has been a labor of love since 2019. I wanted it to be perfect and finished before I started posting. Thanks to @slytherkins it's perfect to me and finally finished.

Betas: @slytherkins // @deanwinchesterswitch // all mistakes remain my own.

Special shoutout to: @dancing-the-hellfire-rumba // @manawhaat - who took a look, offered encouragement and helped at some point during the creation.

Graphics: all made by the wonderful and talented @talesmaniac89

Series Complete

Prologue - Questionable Decisions

Now: Sam has to explain to Brooke and Dean why he kidnapped her.

W/C: 1.9k Warnings: angst, language, kidnapping.

Chapter 1 - Photographs

Now: Sam has to convince Brooke that he kidnapped her for her safety.

Then: Sam wants a quiet night but ends up rescuing Brooke.

W/C: 4.2k Warnings: angst, fluff, kidnapping, shitty friend.

Chapter 2 - The Cheek

Now: Brooke decides to trust Sam.

Then: Brooke gets stood up, but Sam is there to save her night.

W/C: 5k Warnings: angst, fluff, slow burn, language, stood up.

Chapter 3 - Girls' Night

Now: Sam and Dean try to narrow down the cause of Brooke’s memory loss.

Then: Sam and Brooke share their first kiss and get to know each other a little better.

W/C: 5.4k Warnings: slow burn, fluff, angst.

Chapter 4 - Expectations

Then: Sam makes Brooke dinner, and they discuss what they want from their relationship. Dean invites himself to meet Brooke.

W/C: 7k Warnings: fluff, angst, slow burn, very mild smut.

Chapter 5 - Confessions

Now: Brooke hints at knowing there’s something Sam isn’t telling her but she doesn’t want to deal with it right now, instead wanting to hear more about her and Sam. Sam tells Brooke the truth about the Supernatural, how will she take it?

Then: Free of all interruptions Sam and Brooke finally get to be intimate.

W/C: 7.6k Warnings: smut, slow burn, fluff, angst.

Chapter 6 - Calm The Chaos

Then: Settled into a sporadic routine Sam and Brooke spend as much time together as they can. Until Brooke realizes her stalker isn’t who she suspected, and it all becomes too much.

W/C: 4.4k Warnings: angst, stalking, fluff.

Chapter 7 - Cold Shoulder

Now: The timing is off and Sam doesn’t want to tell Brooke how he feels but actions speak louder than words.

Then: Drunk phone calls lead to a confession, but Brooke unexpectedly gives Sam the cold shoulder.

W/C: 4.8k Warnings: angst, fluff, argument, love confessions.

Chapter 8 - Poker Face

Now: Sam’s frustrated that he’s no closer to figuring out the cause of Brooke’s amnesia. Could a friendly game of poker with Dean reveal the answer?

Then: Sam tracks down Brooke to find out why she’s giving him the cold shoulder, and he doesn’t like what he finds.

W/C: 4.6k Warnings: angst, confrontation, kidnapping.

Chapter 9 - Misplaced Intentions

Now: Brooke loses more than her memory, but finally, they have answers. How is Rowena connected? And more importantly, can she restore Brooke’s memory?

W/C: 5.5k Warnings: house fire, shitty friend, angst, fluff, Rowena being the badass she is, canon-type violence.

Chapter 10 - Magical

Now: Sam has to make the decision of how much he wants Brooke to remember. Is it too much of a risk to have her remember everything?

W/C: 4.3k Warnings: mostly fluff, bit of angst, happy ending.

Master Lists: Sam Winchester // All The Fandoms

#samnesia #long post #sam winchester #supernatural #spn #sam winchester x ofc #sam winchester smut #sam winchester fluff #sam winchester x original female character #slow burn #fluff #angst #canon divergent #dean winchester #smut #amnesia

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justagirlinafandomworld · 1 year

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November came and went in a flash, what even happened that month??? Work, work, and more work. Luckily, I was able to squeeze in some delightful stories in the quiet moments of the month that you should definitely sink your teeth into if you haven't already.

A special thank you to all the writers on this list, without you, the fandom world would be very lonely indeed.

This list is alphabetical by fandom (mostly), then by character. Summaries and warnings are included as provided by the authors.

Read what you like and share what you love!

2022 reading list | fic rec masterlist

Dividers provided by @firefly-graphics

Marvel

I Want the Throne by @indyluckycharlie Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader "If I gotta stay in hell, I want the throne." -8 Graves, "Wolves" Warnings: References to violence and abuse (not Bucky towards reader)

Supernatural

Trick or Treat by @talesmaniac89 Dean Winchester x Female Reader It's Halloween, and the reader wants a different kind of treat. And she knows exactly where to find it. Warnings: Hinting at future smut, but nothing explicit in the story.

Bad Medicine by @deanwanddamons Dean Winchester x Female Reader Dean meets a girl in a bar, and falls madly in love with her. But she is hiding a secret. Warnings: Slight Angst, smut, Impala sex

Tell Me I Was Dreaming by @writercole Dean Winchester x Reader Prompt: Car crash Warnings: Angst. Pure angst. Break up, car crash, death, alcoholism, alcohol abuse, suicidal ideation.

To Soothe The Savage Beast by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior Dean Winchester x Y/N Warnings: None. All fluff and some kissing.

Samnesia Series by @princessmisery666 Sam Winchester x Original Female Character Brooke is a calming distraction from the chaotic mess of Sam's life. When a hunt keeps them separated for over a month, Sam returns to find she no longer remembers him. The need to find out what happened while he was gone sends Sam on a case that will change the course of his life. What he discovers along the way will change the way he looks at love. Warnings: angst, fluff, smut, slow burn, language, stalking, mentions of cheating, kidnapping, shitty friend, canon level violence mentioned.

Top Gun: Maverick

Lucky - Part 5.9 Under the Radar Series by @princessmisery666 Jake Seresin (Hangman) x Female Reader It’s Maverick’s retirement and the gangs all back together, and it makes Jake realize just how lucky he is to have you. Chapter Warnings: fluff, pure fluff.

Official Dumbass by @princessmisery666 Jake Seresin (Hangman) x Female Reader Request: Hiya! Since you're up for requests how about some fluffy Hangman and this prompt: "“Hey! I may be a dumbass but I’m your dumbass!” It just seems so Hangman, right? Warnings: fluffiest of fluff.

Happy Reading!

#just a girl reading fics in November 2022 #fic rec #bucky barnes x reader #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x ofc #jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader #november 2022 fic rec

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stusbunker · 1 year

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Just Another Daydream

For Better or Worst: Chapter Fourteen

Featuring: Sam x Emery Simmons-Winchester OFC

Other Characters: Naomi, Bandit (dog OC)

Season 14 AU

Word Count: 2450

Summary: Someone comes to tea.

Series Masterlist

The days chugged along with little change and less news. Summer burned bright around them, cookouts, car washes, and farmers’ markets bursting with new wares every weekend. Trudy, designer stroller in tow, passed by each morning while Emery lounged thoughtfully with Bandit in the hammock on the front porch. Jason each night with the dogs’ leashes locked on his belt as Sam pulled into the driveway, blocking the meager traffic as Mox inevitably goaded Bandit through the window. The stretching days were heavy on their thoughts, which were kept mostly to themselves.

The break between semesters held little diversion for Emery, especially as Sam continued a work-week routine. Days that had been spent with video game marathons, reading lakeside, or being lost in a museum during her past life held little validation now. The once upon a time when her daily schedule was dictated by Georgie’s smile was unimaginable now. Usually the biggest perk of teaching; weeks of freedom, now only reverberated the quiet like a vacated room, emptied of purpose.

She forced herself to ignore it.

Sam had no idea what they were going to do. They waited on news from Cas, while Sam spent half of his working hours digging through the university’s limited source material. Though the digitally shared archive network was compelling, his searches remained fruitless for their current circumstances. Which wasn’t surprising, theirs was a perfect storm of unprecedented desperation. The weight of it all (the deals, Emery’s son’s soul and Dean’s mental state) was forging him into someone he didn’t quite recognize. Functionally and consciously closed off from those he loved, Sam Winchester was relearning what loneliness meant.

An aching Sam told himself he was justified in sticking his heels into.

Though he and Emery hadn’t stopped sharing a room, Sam generally slept in the den. Emery kept to her side of their bed when he came through for his clothing each morning. The space left open a reminder of the man he could have been for her. The man he almost was. The lie he had lived and had to overcome. It hadn’t gotten any easier being in their manner of partnership with their truths exposed; mix-matched baggage that only seemed to clutter the proverbial waiting room more.

Western real estate was of little consequence to angels in general, but Naomi prided herself on the procurement of the fully updated bungalow that had been home to Sam Winchester and Emery Simmons for the past seven months. She was oddly relieved by the level of care they had taken to maintain it as she climbed the front steps one Wednesday afternoon, just before three. The dog, naturally, announced her arrival before she could knock.

Naomi straightened her shoulders and tried to calm her vessel. She wasn’t used to delivering messages to those on Earth, not that this was a grand proclamation. But overseeing the frail structure of Heaven had slowly eroded her previous righteous confidence. She still had a job to do; Naomi needed to be certain her ducks were in a row.

The woman’s face fell the moment she opened the door, eyes aghast and chest rising with a deep inhale. Naomi wasn’t sure if fear was the appropriate response to her arrival, but humans had always been overly dramatic.

“Good afternoon, Emery. I hope I’m not interrupting,” Naomi gave her her best mild interest.

Emery swallowed and shook her head. “Not at all, come in.”

“Thank you,” Naomi replied, bowing her head slightly as she stepped through the doorway.

“I made some sun tea, if you’d like?” Emery continued to breathe deeply, and she tripped over the syllables.

“That sounds lovely, thank you.” Naomi smiled, trying to keep up the human pleasantries, before easing into business at hand. She followed Emery to the back of the house where a large glass pitcher waited on the kitchen island. The dog groaned from beside the refrigerator at her presence, Naomi eyed him thoughtfully. Canines were incredibly intuitive creatures, but generally left for the humans to manage. She had never understood their appeal.

“So, are you just passing through? Or is there something I should be worried about nearby?” Emery attempted humor, “Got some smiting happening? Oooo, or maybe a miracle? Is that your department?”

Naomi bit her tongue and plastered on a reassuring smile. Emery froze on the spot.

“What’s wrong?”

Naomi shook her head, keeping her expression soft, pleasant even. “I stopped by to check on things here.”

They sat at the island, a stool between them for companionable distance. Emery clutched her glass and forced a smile on her face. “Good, I mean, I’m a bit bored in the summer, but things have been--- good. Why do you ask?”

Naomi hesitated, but not long enough to draw out any alarm, just enough to gather her thoughts. “There have been some--- developments--- and I wanted to ensure that things here are stable and unencumbered.”

Emery tried to hold back her excitement. “What kind of developments?”

Naomi looked at Emery like she would her students, asking questions they should know the answer to already or those she couldn’t give them. “Sources have located your son and we are monitoring him through a network, but it appears he has been taken in by a pack.”

Emery froze, skin prickling in the dry afternoon air. Months with nothing and this news should be a blessing, but it just sits lopsided on the desktop of her mind. Sam’s distrust of Heaven fights against her relief at Georgie's safety and then the reality that her son has been adopted by another family. A family who is not her, afterlife or no, that burns through her, jealousy certainly, but also the deep unfaltering need to protect her own. That’s her job.

“A pack.”

Naomi really tried to be delicate, but she didn’t have the humanity to be. “Purgatory is a land of viciousness. The fact that he was taken in by some of his own kind gives him the best chance at survival.”

Survival. Emery could still lose Georgie. She could fail him further. “Oh. That’s--- okay, thank you. That makes more sense.”

“It’s hard for you--- without your powers,” Naomi tells her more than asks.

Bandit shifts on the floor, tags brushing against the laminate. Emery scoffs.

“I know you want to see what I’m telling you, but you need to trust me. It’s safer this way.”

‘You’re safer this way’ Emery couldn’t help but think. Brushing away the internal snark, she softened her face and nodded at Naomi. “Of course. Whatever I can do to help.”

Bandit stood and stretched, disrupting the intensity of the conversation as he strolled out of the kitchen and down into the den. Naomi sipped her tea, nose scrunching under the chemical combination that made up the drink. Emery looked away, taking her own drink to blatantly taste it for herself. Perfect.

“Emery, how’s Sam?”

Emery chokes on her swallow. Naomi’s stare only deepens.

Sam stepped out of the side exit and nearly collided with a pair of students vaping in the seclusion between buildings and the well trimmed bushes. The mid afternoon sun nearly blinding, Sam cleared his throat and turned in the opposite direction, keeping his thoughts and annoyance to himself. There weren’t that many summer courses, why were they even hanging around this late in the day? He straightened his shoulders, took a deep breath and upped his pace, taking the long way around to the parking lot. His arms full of books and notes, his satchel heavy at his side, he approached the car. Sam didn’t stop himself from glancing in the backseat with lingering hope of news from Cas.

Hot from the workday, Sam aired out the vehicle as he put his things in the backseat. He chose to work from home for the rest of the week, unable to gain any more information on the spell or the concept of true marriage that Cas had mentioned at the library. What he wouldn’t give to have his real books to comb through. Or, the Men of Letters’ books at least. Sam huffed at himself because he knew Dean would have teased him for that notion. It made the hole inside his chest throb with remembrance, with purpose.

He rubbed his hand down his bearded face and climbed into the driver’s seat.

Bandit wasn’t in the yard to greet him. Sam brushed off the prickle of paranoia and reminded himself that he was home earlier than usual. Overburdened, Sam walked in the backdoor, but it wasn’t until he heard voices speaking in hushed tones that he realized his instincts were right. Sam carefully unloaded his research materials onto the dryer and listened. Silently, Bandit found him, forlorn the dog accepted his pets and gave a lackluster wag of his tail. With a deep breath and a wrench from the toolbox left in the mudroom, Sam walked into the kitchen.

What he saw confused him: Emery smirking at Naomi, a plate of cookies between them and a tension so thick he could have hit with his impromptu weapon.

“Speak of the Devil,” Emery teased, eyes wide, but smile still intact.

“I’d rather not,” Naomi muttered, tossing back the last of her tea.

Sam’s face and reasoning went through a journey, landing on confused, yet comical indignation. Was he supposed to know that jab was literal? Does Naomi know he knows who he is? The topic of Lucifer is never Sam’s favorite. But, now, he had a guest in his house. Good thing he used to lie professionally. Sam begrudgingly set the futile wrench on the counter behind the speaker dock, out of view.

“Hey! I didn’t realize you were coming over.” Sam looked to his wife as he walked around the island, planting himself in her bubble and playing nice. “What brings you?”

Naomi, clearly surprised by Sam’s warm welcome, chewed on her words.

Sam continued, arm draping over Emery’s shoulders. “I know I’m home early, but Emery didn’t mention you were in town. I’m not intruding on work talk, am I?”

The moment lengthened as Sam tried to pull up more of the false memories he had been fed. Emery and Naomi looked at each other with mutual suspicion.

Emery laughed, patting Sam’s forearm, unable to clear the awkwardness. “You! We were, um, actually talking about you. Were your ears burning?”

Sam raised his eyebrows, taking time to tuck Emery tighter to his side. “All good things I hope?”

Emery spoke to Sam in the little alcove created by their proximity, both very aware of each other in an immediate and physical sense. “Now why would we be saying good things? That’s much too boring.”

Sam understood. “Uh-huh, well I should have known,” the tease in the inflection for their guest only. He held Emery’s eyes, squeezing her arm to reassure her the only way he could.

“You seem to be adjusting well,” Naomi interrupted their pretense of flirting. Meanwhile, Bandit slumped off to the den, feeling his people were safe enough to be left alone.

“What? Oh-- the house? Yeah, wasn’t too hard, helps to have somebody to help fill the space with,” Sam replied casually. “Bandit is an awesome roommate.”

Emery elbowed Sam.

“What?! He is.”

Emery shook her head and muttered threats at her husband.

“I was just stopping by to check on things. Make sure you are both on track,” Naomi continued, eyes boring into the side of Sam’s face.

He turned towards the Angel, dawning confusion apparent on his features. “Is there something we should be doing?”

Naomi glanced at Emery in wistful solidarity. Sam was internally vibrating with the need to act, outside he was nearly playful. If Emery hadn’t lived with him as long as she had, she wouldn’t have been able to notice it, but his smirk was more hostile than she liked.

“You should be showering, stinky!” Emery teased. “We’re just catching up. Go on, seriously, I’ll be here when you’re presentable for dinner, young man.”

Naomi watched the humans with mild amusement, they seemed so oblivious to everything, and yet she knew what they each were capable of. She couldn’t leave without ensuring the bond was secure. She waited, watching them verbally dance around the topic at hand and through the need for personal hygiene around guests. Emery won and Sam, in mock defeat, left them to continue.

“I never thought I’d see the day when a Winchester was housebroken,” Naomi said with a hint of admiration in her tone. “Nonetheless, I want to make it clear to you, if anything happens on your end, the whole thing will fall apart. And not just your deals, with George and Dean, but Heaven itself. Keep him on his leash, or we all lose.”

Emery exhaled and looked to the stairs, where she knew Sam was still listening in, despite the shower running in their bathroom. “I don’t know what you did, Naomi. But Sam’s been… different. It’s like he was never a hunter at all. If there is a kink in the wire, it isn’t from Sam--- or me.”

Naomi bit her tongue, literally injuring her vessel as the news of Sam’s mangled memories sunk in. She knew something was off, but she didn’t know who to blame for it now. It seemed convenient, too convenient. She smiled, terrifyingly rapt, “I see. Let’s keep it that way, shall me?”

Emery agreed. The pretense of tea and cookies long over, Naomi stood. With what little niceties Emery had left, she followed the Angel back out the front door. Bandit had silently returned to their heels.

“I’ll be in touch, but if anything comes up or if Sam starts acting like himself again, call me?” Naomi produced a business card from her inside breast pocket.

Emery took it without breaking eye contact. “I will. And I hope you will honor your promises as well.”

Naomi’s bright eyes clouded in anger. “I stand by my word. Make sure you do the same.”

Emery watched her march down the steps and back onto the sidewalk. It was oddly gratifying to watch a wingless Angel resort to human modes of transportation. Slowly she backed into the house and closed the door before bolting up the stairs to talk to Sam. She rounded the corner into their bedroom and was stopped with two large hands encasing her shoulders.

Sam looked down at her with a stern silence. Scared, Emery glanced up at him, almost in shame. She opened her mouth to speak, but Sam carefully shook his head. He tapped his watch. And she knew he was right. She nodded in agreement, yet still terrified.

The time had come.

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princessmisery666-library · 1 year

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Samnesia

Summary: Brooke is a calming distraction from the chaotic mess of Sam’s life. When a hunt keeps them separated for over a month, Sam returns to find she no longer remembers him. The need to find out what happened while he was gone sends Sam on a case that will change the course of his life. What he discovers along the way will change the way he looks at love.

Warnings: angst, fluff, smut, slow burn, language, stalking, mentions of cheating, kidnapping, shitty friend, canon level violence mentioned.

W/C: 54k (11 Chapters)

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Rowena McLeod, brief - Mary Winchester, OFC, OC’s.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x OFC (Brooke)

Notes: set around season 14. Chapters 1-8 flick between “then” and “now” but all in timeline order and labelled.

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Chapters: 15/? Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005), Supernatural (AU) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Dean Winchester & Original Female Character(s), Sam Winchester & Original Female Character(s), Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester & Original Female Character(s), Original Female Character & Original Female Character, No Wincest - Relationship, Original Female Character & Original Male Character Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Bobby Singer, Rowena MacLeod, Crowley (Supernatural), Alex Morgenstern, Aloysius Morgenstern, Agnes Morgenstern, Azazel (Supernatural), Ramiel (Supernatural), Alastair (Supernatural) Additional Tags: Tumblr, spn-fanfic-reblog-writes, No Wincest, unhealthy dom/sub dynamics, Disassociation, Trauma, the mark of cain, Polyamory, Hell, Heaven, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Trigger Warnings, Anxiety, acoholism, Canon-Typical Violence, canon adjacent, season 10, After Deanmon, After Demon Dean, Post-Demon Dean Winchester, Drug Use, Dark fic, Body Horror, Human/Angel/Demon Hybrid, Patricide, Past Violence, Past Torture, Past Drug Addiction, Past Sexual Assault, Past Sexual Abuse, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Non-Consensual, Physical Abuse, Murder, Murder of Angels, Murder of Demons, Angel Death, Demon Death, Implied Murder, Grief, Loss, Kidnapping, Medical Device, Cannibalism, Implied Eating Angels, Implied Eating Demons, Implied Drinking Demon Blood, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Parental Bobby Singer, Bobby Singer Lived, Charlie Bradbury Lived, Castiel Can Fly (Supernatural), Alternate Universe - Angels & Demons, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse Series: Part 1 of Blood in Heaven and Hell Summary:

What do you do when your siblings want to destroy Heaven (and Hell)? Try to stop them and hopefully not have to kill them in the process.

New chapter up!

Summary: Alex talks to her big brother. The guys, however, don’t recognize laughter and panic. Warnings: None.

Author’s Note: I hope switching to ao3 hasn’t been to difficult for y’all to access. Just been easier to post and update is all.

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ana-swritings · 1 year

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Merry December 2022 - Day 11

Day 11 of Merry December

Prompt: Scarf

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Sam Winchester x OFC (Katherine)

Words: 572

T.W.: N/A

Summary: You don't need an excuse.

Katherine had to admit, it was a fun night. Sam had insisted that she should go with him to a dinner party at his friend Donna’s house, and if at first she was worried they might not like her or that she would feel like the odd one out, by the end of it she felt the exact opposite. They all had made her feel like family, even if she and Sam had only been dating for a couple of weeks.

It was the end of the night, Sam and Katherine had said their goodbyes and were walking out of the house to Sam’s car when Katherine asked him if he wanted to go for a walk. He smiled and said he would love to, signaling for her to lead the way, even though it was a cooler night than usual.

As they walked further and further away from Donna’s house, making jokes and talking about Katherine’s first impressions of Dean and their friends, Sam noticed that the night was getting chilly, and that Katherine was starting to feel it. Grabbing a small scarf from his back pocket, one he had retrieved from his car before they began their walk, he unfolded it and gently placed it around Katherine’s neck, turning her to him in the process.

Thanking him and giving him a small, shy, smile, Sam couldn’t resist how beautiful she looked and leaned in for a kiss. Her lips were soft against his and tasted sweet, something he knew he would never get tired of. He felt her kissing him back, her hands on his chest while his were still holding the two ends of the scarf.

Pulling away to catch their breath, Sam leaned his head down, his forehead resting against hers, and a smile on both their faces. Straightening up, he heard Katherine say that if he wanted to kiss her, he didn’t have to use the scarf as an excuse, which made him laugh.

Rearranging the scarf around her neck, this time Sam grabbed her waist and pulled her close before kissing her again, just a quick kiss, before telling her he knew he didn’t need an excuse, making her chuckle.

They resumed their walk, this time going back to Donna’s home where Sam’s car was still parked. As they walked hand in hand, Sam had to admit that he was falling for Katherine a lot faster than he thought he would. They had decided to take things slow, but he couldn’t deny that they fit perfectly together. Still, he wasn’t going to say anything, not until he was sure that Katherine was on the same page as he was.

By his side, Katherine kept thinking back on the kiss they had just shared. She knew she had agreed to take things slow, but after that kiss, she wasn’t so sure about it. It had only been a couple of weeks since they started dating but for some reason whenever she was close to him, she felt herself falling for him harder and harder each day, that night just proving her point. She could feel they fitted perfectly with each other, and she wanted to see if Sam felt the same, so she had an idea, one she would put into play when he drops her off at her house.

Yes, Katherine had to admit, it definitely has been and was going to be a fun night.

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broken hearts and healing souls

deanwinchesterxfem!reader

summary: carrying the ruins of the broken heart the death of his father had left behind, Dean pushes you away, fearing hurting you as well. or perhaps he’s just scared of being hurt himself, one more time.

word count: 3,3k. (does not include lyrics)

warnings: alleged age gap, fierce anger, heated argument, drinking out of spite, supressed feelings, cursing, yelling, not the happiest end, and lots and lots of angst.

part 2

a/n: i started watching supernatural about a month ago and I'm loving it so far. and god, i couldn't help but fall truly, madly, deeply in love with dean winchester. this scenario came to my mind while listening someone to stay - vancouver sleep clinic, so this one shot is based on this song. feedback is always appreciated. please, comment if you think I should write a part 2 to this one!

"You can't boss me around, Dean! I'm not a child anymore!" you barked at the hunter standing by the motel room's door.

"I can't? Watch me!" Dean retorted, breathing heavily and extending his arms upward to appear bigger. "As the eldest here, it's my call to make the hard decisions. And I've decided that you won't come on any more hunts, end of story. You're risking your life out there—it's dangerous, y/n. What's not clear about that?!"

You and Dean had been arguing for a while. He came into the motel room the three of you—Sam, Dean and yourself—were forced to share, stringently declaring you were not allowed to go with them on hunts anymore.

After the previous mission ended with you being kidnapped by the demon you were after and tied to a chair in an old building's basement, the oldest brother wasted no time in making a decision. Despite your eagerness to rid the world of evil, Dean prioritized your safety, even if you didn't see it that way.

Dean Winchester was an undaunted and confident man, he had been since his mother died, he had to be, for his family's sake, for his own sake. Yet, when it came to you, potential bad outcomes constantly assaulted his mind. He could not afford to lose another loved one, so he did not take a gamble.

"It is my life that I am endangering, so I strongly believe that I get to choose whether I want to expose myself to hunting hazards or not. You are not my dad and cannot give me orders, Winchester!" you declared, raising your voice with anger and trembling as you pointed your index finger at him.

You were hurt and confused. Hunting had been your life for as long as you could remember and now he was taking that away from you. You tried to plead your case, but he had already made up his mind.

In response to your defiance, Dean raised his chin, pursed his lips, and clenched his jaw. Yet, even in his anger, he maintained steady eye contact with you. It was clear he was not going to back down easily.

“You don’t get it, do you?” he queried exasperated. “That demon back there, could have killed you, and you know that. This is not some inoffensive deer we’re going after.”

He was undoubtedly referring to the incident that happened earlier that day, when he was able to free you from the grasp of the demon. It was the same demon that mercilessly took your father’s life, leaving you fatherless at the tender age of twelve and subsequently placed under the care of the Winchesters.

Growing up with them, you learned to navigate the dangerous world of hunting and the supernatural. From hours-long road trips and campfires to cozy movie-evenings and pancake Sundays, your memories with your new family included a wide variety of experiences that left a lasting impact on you.

The bond you formed with the Winchesters was one built on mutual respect and a shared purpose, making them more than just your guardians; they were your family, and you were theirs.

"God, what a pig-headed dude you are," you muttered, oozing frustration, as you let out a peeved sigh. "So you, old man, can risk being killed by these heartless creatures, but I can't? Is it just because I'm younger than you guys? ‘Cause I already told you, I am as much of an adult as you are.”

Clearly, you would not be swayed by Dean's demands. You were your own person, with your own will and your own desires. You were determined to stand up for yourself and live your life on your own terms.

He took a moment to observe your bruised appearance as he pondered his answer. The blood that had previously emerged from the wound above your eyebrow was already dry, while the cut on your lip was still struggling to form a scab.

He noticed the swelling around your left eye, a tell-tale sign of the force of the blow that had landed on your face. And as he looked at you, he could not help but feel responsible for your emaciated state.

"If you're such an adult, you'll be fine on your own. You don't need me, do you?" the hunter sassed back, towering over you, tilting his head and upturning his brows.

Dean's words hurt you deeply, and you felt tears welling up in your eyes. But you refused to let him see you cry. You straightened your back and met his gaze with a fierce determination.

"Do you want me to leave?” you said, your voice shaking a little. “Fine. If that's what you want, I'll leave. But don't expect me to come back."

You walked past him, feeling his eyes on your back. You didn't turn around, didn't give in to the urge to look at him again. You needed to be strong, to show him that you could make it on your own. But deep down, you knew that you didn't want to be alone. You needed Dean, more than you wanted to admit.

"Hey, girl!" you called out to the waitress, raising your voice above the noise of the tavern to get her attention. "Can I get a refill, please?”

You were alone, left out in the cold Clinging to the ruin of your broken home Too lost and hurting to carry your load We all need someone to hold

As you waited for your drink, you couldn't help but replay the argument with Dean in your mind. You felt hurt and betrayed by his words. You were mad at him for not understanding your desire to be by his side, no matter the risks.

You were lost in thought when a voice snapped you out of your reverie.

"Rough night?" inquired a gold-haired man as he took a seat on the adjoining stool.

The man seemed to be a bit younger than Dean, possibly in his mid-twenties, closer to your own age. He wore a white crewneck t-shirt that hugged his muscular arms around the biceps, and his dark slim fit jeans matched the black pattern printed on his shirt's front.

It was difficult to determine whether it was the effect of the second-rate alcohol or your personal taste in men, but it was safe to say he was far from unattractive and he was, in fact, quite handsome.

"You could say so." you answered his question with a touch of apathy but still flashed a slight smile his way.

You've been fighting the memory, all on your own Nothing worsens, nothing grows I know how it feels being by yourself in the rain We all need someone to stay We all need someone to stay

The man took a slow, deliberate sip from his beer bottle and leaned back, his eyes fixed intently on you. His gaze seemed to linger for a moment, as if he were trying to gauge your reaction to what he had just said.

"You know," he said, his voice low and suggestive, "I can make it better for you, pretty."

The words hung in the air between you, heavy with meaning. You felt a flush of heat rise to your cheeks at the man's brazen suggestion, and you couldn't help but feel a little intrigued by his offer.

You glanced around the dimly lit tavern, taking in the smoky air and the clinking of glasses. It was the kind of place where people came to drown their sorrows and forget about the troubles of the day-to-day life. And in that moment, you couldn't help but feel like you were just another lost soul adrift in the sea of humanity.

The man's eyes were still fixed on you, his expression unreadable. He seemed to be waiting for your response, as if he knew that his offer had the power to change the course of your night—or maybe even your life.

You took a deep breath and met his gaze head-on, feeling a sense of daring that you hadn't felt in a long time.

"And how, exactly, do you plan on doing that?" you asked, your voice tinged with a hint of amusement.

The man smiled, a slow, confident grin that sent a shiver down your spine.

"Let's just say that I know a thing or two about making a woman feel good," he replied, his voice dripping with innuendo.

It was abundantly clear what his intentions were at this point in time, and to be entirely candid, it did not annoy you at all.

You eagerly accepted the charming man's alluring offer. And with a sense of anticipation, you followed him out of the sleazy bar, seeking shelter from the gentle patter of the light rain under the protective eaves.

As you walked alongside him, you found yourself captivated by his confident stride and the way his eyes sparkled in the dim light emanating from the street lamps.

You could feel his hand slowly making its way towards your hip, until it rested there, just barely grazing the upper part of your buttocks. This subtle touch sent a sparkling feeling coursing through your body, starting from the core and reaching all the way up to your chest. It created a warm whirlwind of expectancy, causing your heart to beat faster in anticipation.

“Y/n?” a familiar voice asked, a hint of pain in it.

Hear the fallen and lonely, cry out Will you fix me up? Will you show me hope? At the end of the day you were helpless Can you keep me close? Can you love me most?

Dean narrowed his eyes, anguishedly taking in the sight in front of him.

As you stood there, drenched from the rain and your mind clouded by the alcohol, Dean's sudden appearance caught you off guard. He was directly facing you, his eyes locked onto yours, and you could see the pain and anger etched upon his features.

"What the hell are you doing here, y/n?" Dean asked incredulously, his voice laced with anger and hurt. “And who the fuck is that jerk?”

You froze, feeling a wave of guilt wash over you. You had been so caught up in your own emotions that you hadn't even considered how your actions might affect Dean.

You've drunk it down and you've spat it out And nothing tastes like the things you had So tear it off, why don't you let them go? We all need someone to stay We all need someone to stay

"I didn't know she was taken, mate. I didn't mean to meddle in your relationship," the guy standing next to you apologized, his voice trembling as Dean's contempting gaze threatened to pierce his soul. Green eyes—usually a symbol of grace—had never held such a look of hatred. “She’s all yours, mate.”

Once the man marched back into the tavern, with tail between legs, the hunter’s emerald orbs landed on you. And as he beamed down at you, you noticed how much woe his gaze held. He wasn’t someone to let his emotions surface, not at all, that would leave his feelings too exposed, too unguarded.

He didn't seem to mind the rain dribbling over his leather jacket or his well-styled hair as he approached you. Although you had a defiant demeanor, you took a step backward in response, and your back met the wall covered in graffiti.

“Thought you said ‘I’d be fine on my own’.” you tried to sound confident as you quoted him, yet the alcohol running through your veins caused your words to slur together.

"Yeah, I said on your own! Not with some opportunistic macho man!" he said, referring to your previous companion.

He looked at you with a mixture of disbelief and anger, his eyes scanning your face as if he was trying to find some kind of explanation for what he was seeing.

And then, his anger boiled over, and he let out a shout that echoed through the empty streets. "No way. Are you fucking drunk?!" he yelled. "Are you nuts?!"

The force of his outburst hit you like a physical blow, and you could feel your heart racing in your chest. You had never seen Dean like this before, and it was clear that he was at his breaking point.

For a moment, the two of you just stood there, staring at each other in silence, the rain pouring down around you like a curtain. And then, slowly, you began to speak, your words tumbling out of you in a jumbled mess.

"You're one to talk. You, my dear friend, are the very reason I'm here, drinking my sorrows away." you scoffed at him.

Your eyes darted around, looking at anything but Dean. You felt intimidated—what with Dean’s tall figure and the disappointment you could discern in his expression.

“Drinking won’t solve anything, y/n. You know better than this.”

"Do I really?” you uttered, struggling to keep at bay your wobbly lip. “Last time I checked, I was just a kid to you.”

Hear the fallen and lonely, cry out Will you fix me up? Will you show me hope? At the end of the day we're helpless Can you keep me close? Can you love me most? Can you keep me close? Can you love me most? Can you keep me close? Can you love me most?

As the rain continued to fall, the rhythmic clattering of the water drops mixed with the sound of cars cruising over the wet pavement, creating an overwhelming melody.

The droplets seemed to grow in size and force. You welcomed the heavier rain, grateful for the way it obscured the tears that threatened to overflow from your eyes.

You knew that if he saw you crying, he would only see you as weak and immature, even more than he already saw you. You had always been strong and independent, and you didn't want him to think any less of you.

So you stood there, letting the rain soak into your clothes and hair, hoping that it would wash away the pain and sorrow you felt inside.

“I don’t think of you as a kid. I just prefer you staying away from those creatures. You know better than anyone what that demon is capable of. It killed your father, and you could’ve died today too, y/n!”

“Do not act like you care! And do not dare mentioning my dad ever again! You are too self-centered to take others’ needs into account.”

With a trembling voice, you lashed out at Dean, your emotions running high and your patience wearing thin. You couldn't stand the way Dean tried to control your life, always telling you what to do and what not to do.

You had grown up fast in the world of hunting, learning to fend for yourself and to take care of others. You had seen things that most people couldn't even imagine, and you had faced danger and death head-on. You were not some delicate flower that needed to be protected at all costs.

And yet, Dean seemed to think otherwise. He was always trying to shield you from harm, even if it meant keeping you from doing what you loved most.

"Do you even hear yourself, Dean?" you continued, your voice rising with every word. "You act like you're the only one who knows what's best for me. You don't trust me to make my own decisions, although I've been hunting just as long as you have. You're so wrapped up in your own fears and insecurities that you can't see how much you're hurting me."

"You're part of my family now, and as such, I must protect you," Dean declared, helplessness building up inside his chest. "Why do you find it so hard to understand?”

You were alone, left out in the cold Clinging to the ruin of your broken home Hear the falling and lonely, cry out Will you fix me up? Will you show me hope? The end of the day and we're helpless Can you keep me close? Can you love me?

“I-…Just…leave me alone. Please, Dean.”

And it was then when, acting on your most primitive impulses, you took off, walking away from Dean with no determined destination.

It was not that you were afraid of Dean, no, you had spent too many years among the Winchesters to know he would never voluntarily hurt you, at least not physically. You found him sort of intimidating, more like it.

It was well known among the Winchesters' acquaintances that Dean, although not often, could become livid if you pressed the right buttons. And no one would ever want that fatal rage to be directed at them, unless they wanted to know what hell felt like.

However, the emotion the hunter was feeling now was not anger. It was something else, something both mysterious and intriguing. Although his muscles remained tight, his eyes shone with unshed tears, and a pinched expression was plastered on his face.

You fought against the urge to turn back and run into his embrace, to apologize to him and leave this dispute behind. It was a struggle to hold onto your never-so-fragile pride when your love for him had never felt as powerful as it did now. Not since you had first fallen in love with him, at least, back when you were a silly, naive teenager.

A hand grabbed firmly onto your arm, forcing you into a halt. You did not have the courage to turn around and face him with a trail of tears cascading over your cheeks, even if the drizzling rain disguised it somewhat. There was no need for that, however, when he began speaking, not waiting for you to look at him.

"I'm sorry, y/n," he apologized in a small voice, unaccustomed to saying such words. "I didn't mean to push you away. I... I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you. I'm scared, y/n. Scared of losing you like I lost my father, like I lost my mother," Dean confessed, his voice softening, dropping in pitch.

You turned to look at him, really look at him, and saw the pain and fear written in his face.

You felt a lump form in your throat at the raw emotion in Dean's words. You had always known that he cared about you, but you had never realized just how much you meant to him.

"Dean," you said, stepping closer to him and placing a hand on his arm. "I'm not going to die. I'm strong, and I know how to take care of myself. But I need you to trust me. I need you to let me make my own decisions, even if it means taking risks sometimes."

You stopped, taking a big deep breath before continuing.

“What you said back at the motel, it hurt me, a lot. I have nothing left, Dean. My family is dead, I have no place to stay, no job, no nothing. I’ve lost everything.”

“You have me.” He took a step towards you, getting closer, and caressed your feathery cheek with his large hand. “You always have and always will have me.”

Dean wiped away a tear from your cheek, his thumb tracing your skin softly. "I'm sorry for pushing you away, y/n. I was just so afraid of losing you. But I promise, from now on, I'll trust you to make your own decisions. We'll face everything together, as a team."

A turmoil of heartfelt emotions whirled its way down to your very core as Dean's words sank in. And, as you looked up at him, you saw the love and devotion in his eyes, and you felt grateful like never before to the Winchesters for taking you in.

Seizing the proximity, you took a moment to admire him. The softness on his eyes only adding to his already perfectly alluring features. The green orbs standing out his face had never shone as bright, and his nose glowed as red as his eyes, probably from the cold air of the drizzly night.

Yet the part you spent the longest time observing was his lips. Sultry pouty lips, that rested slightly parted.

And as if in a dream, he leaned in intertwining his lips with yours in a genuine kiss. Sliding the hand that previously laid on your cheek to the back of your neck, bringing you nearer to his own body.

His grip was both firm and steady, but no less gentle, just so as if he never wanted to let go of you. Your movements kept in step with each other's, as your mouths melted in a much-needed dance.

None of you cared about the rain soaking your clothes or the idling engine of the precious impala of Dean’s, nor about the small crowd by the tavern’s entrance looking at you. You were in a deep immersion into the depths of the moment, and all you saw, all you could regard was the man in front of you - the man you’ve always loved.

The idyllic moment was short-lived, much to your dismay, as Dean pulled away and apprehensively took a step backwards. But the pain you felt then was nothing compared to the stabbing sensation in your heart when he opened his mouth to speak again.

"I'm sorry. This was a mistake."

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Sex with Sam Winchester Would Include:

Okay, let's get something straight here. People would underestimate how good sam was in bed until they slept with him. Because Sam was excellent in bed.

Way kinker than he looks... that being said, he loves to try out new things with you and takes safe words VERY seriously during roleplaying. Your safety and well-being come first to him.

This man Worshipped your body, every single thing would be worshipped, every scar, stretchmark, freckle. He loved your body and he wanted to make sure you knew that.

"You are so beautiful...baby"

Lots of kisses

Especially on your neck, he loves giving you hickeys

Don't forget your thighs...Sam loves biting, kissing, and marking you up right there.

But...this man is godsent for oral and using his fingers. Of course, he gives it for his partner's pleasure, but it gives Sam so much pleasure to himself.

Plus, the way he makes his finger move in you. Makes you squirm under him, and man... he loves to watch you squirm.

"Look how much your squirming baby...I'm just using my fingers."

You being under him squirming around, he loves watching you like that. Because your doing it all for him.

This man, would eat you out like it was his LAST MEAL.

Like you would already be feeling like you’re were gonna have a orgasm and he only used his fingers and his mouth.

Shower sex to save “water”

Blowjobs that literally makes Sam think he is gonna die because of how good you make him feel.

His hands would be on the back of your head while you take him.

“Just like that babygirl.”

His nicknames for you would always be “baby” , “babygirl.”

Sam would make you look at him while he fucks you, his hand around your neck choking you.

He would sometimes go slow and hard, or fuck you like the earth is ending

After all the action, aftercare was a MUST

Sam does aftercare amazingly.

Lots of cuddles, bath times, him cooking for you, watching tv.

Sam gave you all the care you needed.

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Blood in Heaven and Hell - Chapter 12

Summary: Alex takes the fight away from the others and tries to help Dean regain himself.

Pairing: MOC!Dean Winchester x OFC!Alex Morgenstern

Characters: OFC!Alex Morgenstern, OFC!Aloyuisus Morgenstern, MOC!Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Rowena Macleod, Castiel

Word Count:~3.6k

Warning: EXPLICIT. NSFW. 18+. Smut. Non/Dub-Con. Show level violence. Sadism. Masochism/Pain kink. Spanking. Sadistic MOC!Dean.

Trigger warning: Disassociation. Trauma. Borderline physical abuse. Unhealthy d/s dynamics.

Author’s Note: This has not been Beta’d. All mistakes are my own. This behavior may seem out of place for Dean and it’s supposed to be due to The Mark of Cain’s control over him.

Feedback is gold! Comments and reblogs are always welcome.

She landed on his chest and wrapped her hands around the base of his skull and neck. They reappeared falling onto the Archive room floor. Alex’s fingers were squashed and injured but Dean’s head remained uninjured. She quickly moved her legs down his chest and straddled his hips with her left hand remaining in place while the other grabbed The Mark on his right forearm.

Warmth spread from her hands into his skull making him feel almost drunk and into his arm. The Mark burned within Dean’s flesh, resisting her influence. Dean groaned and tried to remove her hand from his arm which Alex easily resisted using her supernatural strength while maintaining gentle pressure on The Mark itself.

“Dean,” she called while staring at The Mark on his arm, eyes focused.

Dean’s eyes were closed, teeth gritted, and his left hand unmoved from her wrist.

“Dean, fight it,” she commanded.

Licks of fire began to erupt under his skin and in his muscles with his movements flowing down to his groin causing a small groan through gritted teeth.

Change, dammit, she commanded, glaring at The Mark and ignoring Dean. She shifted slowly, setting Dean’s head down on the cement floor, skimming her hand slowly across the side of his neck, down his shoulder and chest, as she slowly overpowered The Mark.

The usage of her power began to affect her much in the same way it did Dean. She closed her eyes, relishing the sensations throughout her body as adrenaline heightened her senses further. Her nipples hardened beneath her sports bra, fire licked across her body and focused on the more sensitive areas, and slick gushed from between her folds ruining her panties. She started grinding against Dean as his cock hardened beneath her looking for relief, moaning.

Dean let go of her wrist, revealed his lust-filled gaze upon her, grabbed the back of her neck, and sat up smashing his lips into hers, licking into her mouth drawing a deep moan from her.

He wrapped his free arm around her waist, quickly pivoting the two with her on the floor, her pelvis in his lap as he kneeled and kept his lips on hers.

Alex, while surprised, allowed him to lead, cautiously but kept her cross grip on The Mark for the moment. Her hand moved back up to his neck scratching the fine hairs and drawing a moan from Dean. She warily let go of The Mark and went straight to undoing his belt followed by unbuttoning his jeans.

Dean grabbed her waist and slid his hands into the waist of her pants and dug his fingers into her ass forcing her to grind against him.

A moan hitched in her throat at the sudden invasion and Alex pushed him away gasping for air but kept a hand on his belt. She opened her eyes a deep golden yellow this time she quickly looked at his chest, fully aware of the change and swollen lips intermingling their breaths.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

Alex slowly lifted her flushed face and lustful eyes to his dark one.

Dean did not move his hands away from her ass, instead, he forced her up on her knees.

Her eyes remained on his and felt his hands move against her skin.

Dean's hand shifted back over her hip to the front, unbuttoned her jeans, and plunged his fingers into her wet folds, “Wet for me already?”

Alex began to close her eyes again as he slowly traced her entrance and barely dipped his fingertip in.

“I said look at me,” Dean growled.

She instantly opened her golden eyes looking at his as a shiver ran down her spine from his tone. She loved it when he growled and suddenly wondered if she could get him to go primal on her but quickly decided to pack that away for a day when she wasn’t fighting for dominance.

He sat up, still kneeling, forcing her to pull his belt partially out, and kept her ass firmly on his lap as he teased her.

Her feet barely touched the floor as she tried to remain still for him. She slowly continued to pull his belt out of his jeans.

He squeezed her ass cheek then slowly withdrew digging his nails into her flesh leaving red marks behind and drawing a groan from her. “Always knew you were a pain slut,” Dean said, haughtily.

She hooked her legs together around him and sat up, then slapped him leaving a nice red mark across his cheek. “Don’t dish it if you can’t take it, Dean,” she replied and smirked at him, almost drunkenly. She could feel his hardened length twitch when she slapped him as it pushed, what had to be uncomfortably so, against that zipper just itching to be touched.

Dean caught Alex by surprise when he shifted her off his lap, put her legs together, and onto her side as he pulled her jeans down to her knees revealing a tattoo of multiple little simple angel wings and halos along her right hip and upper thigh. He made a mental note to ask her about it later as he knelt forward, pulled his jeans down, and freed his thick cock.

Lining up the tip with her entrance, he filled her to the hilt eliciting a loud, hitched moan from her while she placed a death grip on his forearm. He did not give her time to adjust and thrust into her, rapidly. He held her waist and pulled her to him making her match his speed. His cock slid along all the deliciously sensitive, spongy spots inside her with every stroke, already on the precipice of her release.

Slowing down, he grabbed his belt and wrapped it over his knuckles, and kept the leather end loose.

Her eyes glowed as she went from the belt to his eyes, silently challenging him with a quirk of a brow.

He brought down the belt across her ass.

Alex squeezed her eyes shut and choked out a sob as her muscles clenched around him.

“Count,” Dean barked.

She glared at him, defiantly and bit her lip before deciding to speak, “One.”

He cruelly smirked and repeated the action.

She held back the moan, savored the hot and cold the belt brought to her skin, slick gushed onto his dick, and panted, “Two.”

He squinted his eyes at her lack of sound, delivering the next blow harder.

Her hips jerked and legs trembled as her walls fluttered around his length that was so strong, she crescendoed and saw stars behind her closed eyes with a breathy moan that followed. What little support she has held herself in position, collapsed, and her head rested on the cold cement floor while she huffed coming down.

Dean chuckled at her and rubbed the red marks soothing for a few seconds before bringing the belt across her thigh.

She screamed momentarily before growling at him; her eyes became shined brightly at him with anger.

“You didn’t say three,” he explained, his face appeared stoic but his eyes became black just like a demon.

“You didn’t give the rules of engagement,” she responded as she held herself back up on the floor by her hands.

Inside she began to panic, realizing her attempt failed and The Mark was still in control of Dean. She did the only thing she could think of and reached out to her brother mentally, “What is the opposite of a demon? What makes a human a demon?”

———————

Aloysius sat at the map table in magical manacles as the rest were discussing something he wasn’t paying attention to when he heard Alex.

“Hey!” He yelled, drawing everyone’s eyes to him. “What makes a human a demon?”

Castiel and Sam looked at him, confused.

“Alex needs this info pronto or she may not be coming back,” Aloyuisus explained looking at Sam and Castiel.

Sam’s eyes widened and his face fell at the understanding of his words then looked at Castiel and Rowena.

“Their loss of humanity,” replied Sam.

“Alex can’t force…ugh…” Aloysius rolled his eyes, “Then what makes someone human?”

“Emotions,” stated Castiel.

“Sounds good to me,” he replied then looked to the floor, gaze growing distant.

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Meanwhile, Alex waited in mental silence for the response from her brother as she maintained eye contact with Dean who watched her. “Are you just wanting a glorified cock warmer or are we gonna fuck?” She added, “Haven’t had cock in me in about four years and pussy only does so much. I’m not done.”

Dean grinned mischievously, “Honey, I am nowhere near done with you.”

She grinned, “Good.”

“Knees,” he said and let go of her.

Slowly and carefully, she turned onto her stomach and slid up on her knees making sure to remain on his cock. She knew he wasn’t done with that belt and wondered if she’d be able to bring him down or endure until The Mark was fed. Either way, she wasn’t giving up, she’s been through worse.

“Good girl,” he praised causing a shiver to run down her spine and go straight to her core. He soothingly rubbed the marks he had made as he spoke. “Eyes forward,” Dean ordered. He slowly moved his hand up to her shirt, pushed it up revealing the tattoos along her spine, and tranced each protective with the index finger of his free hand. He unwrapped the belt in his other hand and then folded it in half. His black eyes skimmed over the exposed skin of her back and ass in anticipation.

Her heart raced, the blood pounded in her ears, and her gut tightened.

“Count,” he instructed quietly. “From the top.”

Alex forced herself to relax knowing what was to come and closed her eyes. “Emotions,” she heard her brother say in her mind. How the fuck do I—“Shit,” she yelled that turned into a moan of pleasure as the first strike was delivered followed by a ring, he was using more length and metal end of the belt. “One,” she spoke aloud and took a deep breath. Her walls squeeze around his cock dragging a moan from his lips.

He repeated this along her upper back, silently with a cruel smirk on his lips.

“Two.”

Her walls slowly grew tighter and her core more slick around him with each lashing.

He started to thrust into her pussy after each one then. He would pull out leaving the tip in, deliver the blow to whatever part of her backside that didn’t have a mark, and plunge into her until his balls slapped against her clit.

“Three.”

He repeated the action, again.

“Four.”

And again.

“Five.”

And again.

“Six.”

She would groan in response.

“Seven,” she gasped, feeling tears beginning to form behind her eyelids.

The sound of metal rang through the air and skin slapping skin. He began to grow more frantic with each thrust and sped up each hit.

By the end, she was trembling, nearing collapse, and sopping wet begging for release as tears flowed down her face.

“Please,” she begged. “Please fuck me, sir. Please, sir.”

He dropped the belt and rubbed her welted and bruising back, ass, and thighs admiring his handiwork, “Since you asked so nicely.”

He grabbed her hips, dug his fingertips into her flesh, and rutted into her at an unrelenting pace.

It didn’t take much for her to come. She screamed through her orgasm. Her walls clenched and spawned around him quickly driving him to his release as she mulled every last drop out of her.

She collapsed on the chilly cement floor as he collapsed against the cool wall.

She panted her exhaustion. Ok, emotions, she thought to herself as she tried to gather herself mentally.

Dean had begun to rearrange himself when Alex turned around, pulled down her shirt, pulled up her pants and underwear, and came over to him.

“Come to beg for more, Sweetheart?” Dean asked, haughtily as he ran his hands over his face and through his hair.

She matched his tone as she replied, “Oh, Dean. I’m here to bring you back.” She straddled his thighs, placed her hands on his chest at heart level, her eyes glow electric blue, and her skin glowed from within, “Remember who loves you, Dean.”

Dean gritted his teeth, his eyes still black, and grabbed her wrists trying to remove her hands. Luckily, her divinity helped take the edge off of her pain which allowed her to fight him, physically. “Dean, fight! Think about how you feel when your loved ones are happy, when they’re sad, when you can protect them and keep them safe, and that peace and calm when things are slow. Embrace it, Dean.” A few seconds later, his eyes returned to normal but he was still fighting to remove her touch and growled at her threateningly.

“Feel what I feel, Dean,” she said quietly.

He let go of one of her wrists and drew his arm back ready to punch her when his face suddenly became surprised as he panted.

“Dean?” She asked, cautiously.

He nodded.

She calmed down and returned to her normal state then slowly removed her hands. She smiled and hugged him.

She pulled away and looked into his eyes. She cupped his cheek, “Are you ok?”

Dean looked at her incredulously. “Am I ok? Are you?” He asked worried and scared.

“I’m fine, Dean. Really. Just sore and…” she looked down to the floor wiggling her shoulders a bit stiff and shrugged. “Yeah, anyway, come on. Everyone’s worried.” Alex quickly got up, remaining silent and showing no signs of pain as she did, and offer her hand to him.

He looked up at her trying to read her before taking it which he found her unreadable and took her hand.

She helped him up and let go of his hand.

“Dean?” She asked, concerned, looking up at him.

“Are you sure?” He asked, as if not trusting his voice.

She smiled at him and nodded, “I’m good. Really. Come on.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him out the door towards the kitchen.

———————

In the meantime, everyone waited to see if Aloyuisus received anything else for Alex but he hadn’t.

About 20 minutes had passed, when Castiel happily said Dean’s name as they walked through the kitchen.

Sam turned and rapidly walked over to them. He hugged Dean first then Alex whose hands trembled slightly when she hugged Sam back.

“See, all good,” Alex said as she patted Dean on the shoulder.

Castiel had followed but stayed back. When Sam was done, he walked up to Dean smiling and hugged him and Dean enthusiastically responded in kind. He hugged Alex and then stopped looking at her concerned.

“I’m fine, Casi,” she said and hugged him.

“You’re—“

She smacked his arm and said through gritted teeth, “I’m fine, okay?”

Castiel could feel the pain coming off her in waves and realized she was hiding it from everyone for a reason.

Dean glanced at her then looked at Rowena and Alex’s brother.

“What are we doing with him?” Dean asked.

Alex looked at her brother and mouthed thank you.

He barely nodded at her.

“We could put his soul back and let him sleep in the dungeon,” she responded. “I can put a bed in there if there isn’t one.”

Castiel squinted his eyes and tilted his head.

She looked at Castiel, cynically, “If he has his soul, he will need to sleep.”

“Didn’t you…kill him?” Asked Dean confused.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she said, glaring at him. “We need to rest but first,” she walked around everyone to her brother. “Where’s your soul?”

“Sarah’s necklace,” he mentally replied without hesitation.

Alex fluttered off and quickly returned holding it in her hand, offering it to him. “If you’re lying, I might actually torture you with the mood I am in right now.”

“If it ain’t there, I’m gonna be pissed because it was part of the spell used to conceal the fucking demon from you,” he explained.

She sighed, keeping her hand out to him.

“You do it,” he said, almost meekly. She dropped the necklace she had given her dead best friend years ago and stomped on it several times until it finally broke.

A bright orb returned and illuminated Aloyuisus. He gasped and panted.

“Fuck,” Alex said and fluttered off then back just in time with a trash can as he threw up. “Almost forgot.”

The brothers and Castiel walked toward them.

Castiel’s hooded eyes and head tilt questioned Aloyuisus’ reaction.

Without even looking, Alex explained, “It’s the spell used, Casi. The ingredients stay until the soul returns, and then it comes right back up.”

Rowena, who remained unmoved and vigilant, walked over at Alex’s words.

“Interesting. There are easier ways to remove a soul than that,” she stated.

Alex looked at her, “My Mother was trying to discourage my Father from doing it, so she made it a more violent and visceral reaction to recover.”

Rowena looked confused.

Aloysius responded before Alex could, “Our father was soulless for two years and was the most violent and cruel I’ve ever seen him until the end of that period. So Mom changed the spell to make him ridiculously sick and burned the original one.”

“That reminds me,” Alex placed her hand on her brother’s head casting her healing glow upon him.

“Woah,” he said, suddenly feeling better. “When did you figure that out?”

“Just now. Thought I’d try it and see if it helped.” She shrugged, “it’s not like it’d hurt you if it didn’t.”

“That you know of,” he accused.

“Now you know my childhood pain. Welcome,” Alex stated matter-of-factly.

He rolled his eyes and sighed. He looked at Sarah’s necklace and slowly apologized to Alex, “I’m… sorry about…her necklace.”

Alex shrugged, picked it up, and put it in the trash. “It’s a thing. It isn’t her. She’s been gone for a long time now. I just finally get to deal with her body is all,” Alex stated almost monotone explaining it to him.

Aloysius looked at her in disbelief.

She leaned down to him, “It’s been a long night. I’m tired and not able to handle any more emotional shit, ok?”

He nodded, sheepishly and looked down at his feet.

“God, I hope Dad didn’t follow us,” she unexpectedly said.

Her brother chuckled, “I wouldn't be surprised if he did.”

“We will know when we burn him later tonight,” she said and pulled on the manacles. “Let’s go. I’m sure you’re tired.”

“Hey, Sis,” he motioned to the bottle of water and chocolate bar on the table next to him.

She quickly grabbed them and downed the water. She opened the bar and motioned for him to follow her.

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A little before 1am (two hours later), everyone was settled and in their respective rooms except Alex who was looking for the strongest form of alcohol she could in the place, she whispered ‘ow’ a lot with a small smirk. She refused Castiel’s healing three more times even every time since everyone else was around. She knew if he did, it would only make Dean feel more guilt, or worse, add more shame, if he wasn’t already, over the situation

When she found Dean’s good whiskey behind some of the library books, she opened the top and chugged it down. She walked to the kitchen and threw out the bottle. She began to feel her body begin to partially relax which meant the pain began to ease. She stretched slowly, her face showing the pain she was feeling.

Her angelic best friend walked into the library after her from the kitchen. “Alex, let me heal you,” Castiel practically begged.

She looked at him and nodded.

“Dean is gonna be upset you drank his whiskey,” he stated as he healed her injuries.

“I’ll buy him more tomorrow or I can give you my card and you can go get a few more bottles?” She looked back at him attempting to give him puppy eyes.

He looked at her rolled his eyes and nodded.

“Thanks,” she said and kissed him on the cheek. “And Casi, in case it matters or if they ask, I know that wasn’t Dean. That was The Mark. He is not a monster and did nothing wrong in my eyes.” She turned around and walked back towards the kitchen to go to her room.

Castiel looked up to see Dean in the kitchen doorway and Alex met his gaze to see Dean not having even changed clothes yet.

She walked over to him and looked up into his emerald green eyes, “It’s true. I hope I can convince you of that soon.”

He attempted a laugh, “Good luck. I’m a stubborn ol’ mule.”

“Deprecating jokes aside, it’s still true, Dean. You did nothing wrong. I know you’d never hurt me,” she took his hand that had the belt the whole time and laid a kiss on his knuckles. “Good night, Dean.” She walked to her room and grabbed her toiletries then off to the shower. She took a quick shower, brushed her teeth, and returned back to her bed where she changed for bed.

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Chapter Fifteen: Black Eyes (Sam W.)

The Walking Demons chapter

Supernatural & The Walking Dead

And the next thing Sam knows, he’s waking up sweaty and shaky. The sudden movement startles you awake, being next to him. Your hand finds its way to his chest, just where Lucifer touched him. He recoils away from you, the dream still too vivid.

“Sam? What happened?” Despite the sleepiness in your voice, he can also detect the concern.

He doesn’t want you to worry. “Nothing, nothing. Just a silly nightmare, really.”

You hesitate, “are you sure? We can talk about it if you want.”

Sam shakes his head, “go back to sleep.”

You want to know what went wrong, but you also don’t want to push him, so you comply. “Alright, let me know if you change your mind.”

He doesn’t answer, instead, he slithers one arm around your back and brings you closer to him. The warmth of Sam’s hug has your body relaxing instantly. You’re sleeping again not even five minutes after. Not Sam. Sam doesn’t sleep a wink all night.

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Samnesia - Chapter 1 - Photographs

Series Summary: Brooke is a calming distraction from the chaotic mess of Sam's life. When a hunt keeps them separated for over a month, Sam returns to find she no longer remembers him. The need to find out what happened while he was gone sends Sam on a case that will change the course of his life. What he discovers along the way will change the way he looks at love.

Chapter Info

Summary: Now: Sam has to convince Brooke that he kidnapped her for her safety. Then: Sam wants a quiet night but ends up rescuing Brooke.

W/C: 4.2k

Warnings: angst, fluff, kidnapping, shitty friend.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Original Female Character (Brooke), other original characters.

Extra special shoutout to: @slytherkins - this would not have been possible without her input, she deserves co-write credits.

Beta: @deanwinchesterswitch

Graphics: @talesmaniac89

Art By @slytherkins

Previous Chapter

Then

How did Brooke always attract the asshole? Why was it always her?

The answer usually involved her friend, Emily.

The most recent douchebag to be caught in Brooke’s inexplicable ’asshole-tractor-beam’, Tommy, currently sat a little too close to her. He hadn’t wasted any time in occupying Emily’s vacated seat beside her at the bar. It was probably still warm when Tommy had invited himself to refill it. In the - she checked her watch - forty minutes that she had been stranded with the jerk, she realized that her problem was that she was just too nice to tell him to fuck off.

Tommy was tall, casually well-dressed, broad-shouldered, and had a nice smile. He would have totally been Brooke’s type if he hadn’t been so persistent. Otherwise, she might have thought he was a decent-looking, genuine guy.

She would have been wrong. He was completely self-centered, talking only about himself and ignoring everything Brooke said. He hadn’t even acknowledged her when she told him she needed to use the bathroom. He’d just kept talking as though he expected her to put off her basic human needs to listen to him.

He was obnoxious, but the ominous feeling she was wrestling with now hadn’t started to grow until Tommy had become increasingly insistent that Brooke spend the night with him. His eyes turned colder every time she tried to brush him off, and the smile he’d donned when he first sat with her had long since gone serpentine. There was a difference in his demeanor, and she was starting to suspect that something terrible might happen to her if she refused.

Eventually, Brooke agreed to go home with Tommy so he’d shut up long enough for her to use the bathroom before they left. She had no intention of leaving with him. Her plan was to sneak out the bathroom window, go to her car, and split.

She looked back across the bar as she opened the door leading to the bathroom just in time to see Tommy snort a white powder off his hand. Perhaps that was the reason for his conceit. Nervous energy or jonesing for a fix? Either way, Brooke didn’t want to stick around and find out.

Brooke made her clumsy escape through the small window and was halfway across the parking lot, heading toward her parked Audi, before realization hit her. A fruitless search of her purse as she hurried across the gravel proved that her keys were gone.

“Shit, Emily!” she cursed toward the sky. Emily had driven them to the bar so Brooke could touch up her makeup on the way and must have, as a force of habit, put the keys in her own purse rather than pass them back to Brooke. Which wouldn’t have been an issue except that Emily was nowhere to be found. Brooke hadn’t seen her for some time and assumed she’d hooked up and left without telling Brooke goodbye. It wouldn’t be the first time.

Okay. The second half of her escape plan was no longer a viable option. Tommy was persistent, and it didn’t take a genius to realize he’d soon come looking for her. The roadhouse was on the outskirts of town, a few miles’ walk back home. Her high heels definitely weren’t made for walking, and if she waited outside the bar for an Uber, Tommy would find her. As if on cue, the hum from inside the bar grew louder, and she turned back to see Tommy step out, searching for her.

Brooke ducked down between the cars. Fuck! Where could she go? She had told Tommy she had an Audi while making polite conversation before she was aware of how dangerous he actually was. What if he decided to walk through the parking lot to locate the vehicle and, effectively, her?

Think, Brooke, think!

Sam sat in the Impala, his computer on his lap, searching the internet for potential cases. He and Dean had been on back-to-back hunts for weeks, and his brother’s company had become stifling. He wanted quiet and craved some time alone, so he’d driven to the neighboring town, hoping to find a quiet, all-night coffee shop, but the only place open was Finnegan’s Bar. It hadn’t been the environment he sought, but it would have to do. He didn’t want to drive any further out and be too far away from the bunker in case he was needed. However, he hadn't been in the frame of mind to actually go inside and be required to talk to the bar staff or any overzealous bar patrons, so sitting in the Impala in the bar’s parking lot had become his solace for the evening.

The arrival and departure of the bar’s customers had pulled his attention from his computer a few times, but he’d quickly adapted to it, and before long, he could ignore it without glancing up. That was until a new, unfamiliar movement at the side of the building caught his eye.

Sam watched curiously as a woman clambered out of a ground-floor window that he assumed was the bathroom. She straightened her shirt and jacket and then half jogged across the parking lot, searching in her bag.

He chuckled to himself. He always thought it was a chick flick cliché, women climbing out a window to escape a bad date, but clearly, that’s what she’d done. She kept glancing back at the bar like she expected someone to follow.

He tracked her as she passed, but she didn’t notice him. Then, he went back to his search. A minute or so passed before he heard the back door of the Impala open. Sam twisted on the leather seat to find the escapee staring up at him.

Brooke tried the handle of the car on her left. Locked. She twisted, keeping low, and tried the back door of the sleek black car to her right. It opened with an audible creak.

Her sigh of relief was cut short when she met the eyes of the car’s occupant, sitting in the passenger seat and looking slightly bewildered that a strange woman had opened his car door.

“Oh, shit,” she whispered, “I’m so sorry, I’m-”

“Trying to avoid the angry douchebag who’s intently scanning the parking lot,” he interrupted, tilting his head toward the windshield.

Panic bubbled in her chest. “Oh, god. Please tell me he’s not coming this way.”

“Not yet,” he confirmed, taking his attention from the crouching woman to check.

She sighed heavily. “Can I just stay here a minute until he’s gone, please?”

The stranger focused back on her and smiled softly. “Get in.”

It would look suspicious if Tommy looked in their direction to see the occupant’s face illuminated by the computer that sat in his lap with the back door open and seemingly talking to no one. Brooke decided this stranger was the lesser of two evils. If he made a move to get behind the wheel, she could jump out quickly enough.

Brooke accepted his offer, climbed in, and closed the door softly. She slid down in the seat, keeping as low as possible to conceal herself further. “Thank you, um...?”

“Sam.”

“Douchebag Magnet,” she replied, then rolled her eyes, “also known as Brooke.”

He chuckled, and his smile crinkled the corners of his eyes. “Nice to meet you. I’d shake your hand, but...”

Brooke laughed in acknowledgment. He was smart enough not to lean over the seat while speaking to her. Instead, he kept an eye on Tommy by pretending to focus on his laptop.

“I’ll forgive the impoliteness of not shaking my hand if you forgive me for invading your space.”

“Deal.” His returning smile was warm and genuine, putting her at ease.

“My friend has my car keys, but she ditched me. As soon as Mr. Persistent is gone, I’ll order an Uber and get out of your way.”

Brooke peeked out of the back windshield and watched Tommy prop himself against her car, arms folded over his chest, waiting.

“I can take you wherever you need to go,” Sam offered.

“I can’t let you do that,” she told him softly.

“I don’t mind. Plus, if this guy is out here looking for you this hard, I’d feel better knowing you got home safe.”

Sam settled onto the couch, which was large and well used though obviously expensive. In fact, all of Brooke’s furniture was high-end but practical. He liked the room, especially the solid wall of books across from him that shared their space with tasteful ornaments and photos. It was handsome but homey - lived in.

Brooke had invited him in for a coffee as a thank you for taking her home. The offer had been shy but sincere, and he hadn’t been quite ready to head home, so he’d accepted.

Brooke handed Sam a hot mug before taking a seat on the other end of the couch, tucking a leg underneath herself. “So, Sam, what do you do when you’re not sitting in parking lots?”

Sam smiled but took a moment to sip his coffee as if contemplating his answer. “I run a small team of people. We travel the country, private investigators.” It was a lie he had told before and slipped off his tongue so easily that it was always convincing. “What about you?”

She returned his smile, impressed. “I’m an IT Security Specialist for an investment banking group.”

It was Sam’s turn to be impressed. She chuckled at his surprised expression but looked away, and his eyes narrowed because he could tell there was more to it. “Why do I feel like you’re leaving something out?”

Her cheeks tinged pink, and he found it endearing the way she smirked into her coffee cup as she brought it to her lips. Brooke took a quick sip and shrugged. “I own the company. The IT Company, not the investment banking,” she clarified, puffing out a long breath. It appeared to alleviate some of the shyness she seemed to feel under the scrutiny of his admiring gaze. “Built it from the ground up.”

“Why wouldn’t you lead with that?”

“A lot of men find it intimidating. Well, the men I tend to meet, anyway,” she shrugged again. “I guess I got into the habit of downplaying it.”

“Ambitious, smart, career-driven, beautiful. They should be impressed, not intimidated. Plus, I doubt you meet most guys trying to sneak into their cars.”

The embarrassed glow returned to her cheeks at his compliment, and Sam liked how the warm hue made her brown eyes seem a shade deeper, or maybe it was the flirtatious smile she threw at him from under her lashes.

The hunter in Sam woke him with a start. His senses reminded him he was in an unfamiliar place, and he bolted upright, throwing his legs off the edge of the couch. Once he scanned the room, though, he remembered.

Brooke’s house. They had talked, laughed a lot, and flirted. Even with Sam having to tell white lies, the conversation flowed easily and never felt like something they kept up just to be polite. They covered a broad range of subjects, and when Sam revealed he had not seen the latest installment of the Marvel franchise, Brooke had suggested they watch it. Despite the clamor of frequent fight scenes, Sam had fallen asleep.

Sam ran his hands over his face in an attempt to wake himself fully. The oversized couch had been surprisingly comfortable, and he’d slept well. The aroma of coffee and cinnamon wafted in from the kitchen, and he could hear Brooke moving around. She would have passed his sleeping form on the way to the kitchen, and he hoped he hadn’t been drooling in his sleep. He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth and sighed in relief that there was no evidence of slobber.

Sam reached his arms over his head as he stood to stretch his back and shoulders. Although the couch had been comfortable, he must have slept in the same position all night, and his neck cracked audibly as his head rolled from side to side. He lowered his arms, and his gaze drifted down to find Brooke staring at him.

She was leaning against the door frame, coffee mug in hand, seeming to enjoy the view of his stomach where his shirt had ridden up. “Morning,” she grinned, bringing the cup to her lips.

“Hey,” he greeted, smiling softly.

“Coffee?” she offered, turning to go back into the kitchen. “I didn’t want to wake you. You looked so peaceful,” she explained, pouring the freshly brewed black liquid into a mug, “but my cab should be here in twenty minutes.”

“Right,” Sam nodded in understanding, “I forgot, your ‘business trip’ to Hawaii.”

Brooke chuckled at his jesting tone the same way she had last night when he had implied he believed it would be more pleasure than business after she explained she was getting an all-expenses-paid trip to assist in the set-up of a new office for the investment bank she was working for. Sam was impressed and a tad jealous. Of all the places he and Dean have been, they had never bagged a hunt in Hawaii, mainly due to Dean’s fear of flying.

She handed him his coffee with a shrug. “I have to keep my staff happy.”

“Of course, it’s all about team building.”

“Exactly! And if that involves cocktails, jet skis, and sunbathing, what kind of a boss would I be if I said no?”

They laughed together, and before he could stop it, Sam’s mind wandered to Brooke, sunbathing in a bikini with a cocktail in hand. The coffee cup hid his blush well enough while they finished their drinks in comfortable silence. Then, Sam put on his boots and stood semi-awkwardly in the middle of the living room while Brooke went upstairs and brought down her luggage. He shot her a polite smile as she began gliding around the house, checking that the windows were secured, doors locked, and plugs and appliances switched off.

“Cab’s here!” Sam called out.

He decided to carry her bags out to the waiting car, and Brooke bounced down the stairs in time to catch him easing through the front door. “Such a gentleman.”

He felt his cheeks heat at the way she grinned at him, flirtatious yet sweet.

By the time she had locked up and was walking down the path toward the cab, Sam had loaded her luggage and was ambling back toward her. A sudden bout of shyness overtook him. He felt the somewhat awkward, uncertain smile on his face, and it was evident Brooke noticed in the way she tried not to look directly at him.

“Thanks again for helping me get away,” said Brooke as she met him halfway down the drive.

“Thank you for letting me escape for a while longer.”

“My door is always open.”

“Except when you’re ‘team building’ in Hawaii,” he teased.

She laughed lightly, “I’m back late Friday night, so my door’s always open after Friday night.”

He regarded her intensely for a moment, trying to gauge her sincerity, but she seemed genuine. She wasn’t just saying it to be polite. She wanted to see him again. The offer put him at ease, and he relaxed his shoulders, his tight smile smoothing into a genuine grin.

“I’ll keep it in mind,” Sam promised.

There was a moment of awkward silence, staring at one another. What was the protocol for this kind of thing? Did they hug? Shake hands? The cab driver grew impatient and honked his horn, and Brooke broke the tension by stepping closer and tiptoeing to kiss Sam’s cheek when he dipped for her to reach.

“It was great meeting you, Sam.”

“You too,” he told her, turning to watch her walk toward the waiting car. Before she’d slipped into the backseat, he knew he wanted to see her again, but when the car pulled away from the curb, he realized he hadn’t asked for her number.

Now

“That’s a great story. But it doesn’t mean anything,” said Brooke.

During Sam’s recollection, she had dropped the gun to rest at her side and engaged the safety, but Sam knew it was more to do with gun safety than trust. She had refused to sit down, keeping a tense stance and an eye on Dean sitting in the hallway as Sam spoke, ready to raise the gun again if needed.

“So you know what bars I go to, my friend’s name, that I went to Hawaii, where my house is. That doesn’t mean you know me. It just means you’re stalking me.” Her tone became more aggravated as she continued, “And it certainly doesn’t explain why the hell you’re holding me, prisoner, in your bedroom!”

“You’re not a prisoner!” Sam snapped. He hadn’t intended to sound annoyed or angry, but remembering their first encounter had stirred up his emotions. It was bittersweet. He’d sometimes imagined recounting the events for others on the night they celebrated their first anniversary, hell, their tenth anniversary, but never thought he’d have to recount all of it to Brooke herself.

He took a deep breath, needing a silent moment to rein in his mixed emotions. His eyes traveled from the floor to hers to convey his apology. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you. This is hard for me, you not knowing who I am. It all just...it hurts.”

Brooke scanned his face with a long, curious gaze, and he thought he caught a glimpse of her bravado fading in the way her features softened, or maybe that was wishful thinking.

Sam fights the urge to stand and wrap his arms around her, wanting to ease some of the fear he’d caused and also to sate his desire to feel her in his arms again. It had been a long time, and he craved her closeness. He cleared his throat and reminded himself she didn’t know who he was. If he were to make such a move, he would only reignite some of the fear she’d let go of by lowering the gun.

So he did the only thing he could, he talked.

“The last few months, the times we’ve spent together have made me so happy. You’ve made me happy. You’ve been my solace, Brooke. You’ve helped me in ways I can’t even begin to tell you.” He shook his head, annoyed that he was getting it all wrong, worried that his words weren’t as comforting as he wished them to be. “I know I’ve gone about this whole thing completely wrong, and I can’t apologize enough for that, but when you didn’t know who I was and didn’t remember us, I knew something was wrong.”

“That’s really sweet, um-”

“Sam,” he offered, averting his gaze to hide the pain that shot through him. She’d said his name in so many ways: sighed happily when answering his call, breathy and passion-filled while she came undone beneath him, sleepily and contentedly when she woke up beside him. Now she had to be reminded what it was.

“But how do I know there is or ever was an us to remember?”

It was a fair question; words weren’t enough. Sam chewed on his thoughts for a moment. How could he show her, prove to her that he hadn’t made it all up? Inspiration struck, and he stood abruptly. His action sent her scrambling back a few feet and raising the gun again, mistaking his eagerness as a threat.

He held his hands high, palms out to her. “Whoa, whoa! Sorry. I was just getting my phone,” he explained in the same breath she clicked off the safety.

He waited for a beat, giving her a chance to calm her breathing before slowly reaching into his back pocket for his phone. Keeping his hands high, he entered his PIN and then offered the phone to her. “There are photos, text messages, and a couple of voicemails. Take a look.”

Brooke’s gaze flicked from the phone to his face with care. That look let Sam know she wasn’t going to step within grabbing distance of him, so he took the initiative of taking one step toward the bed and placing the phone on the edge of the mattress before backing up into his chair again.

She didn’t hesitate for very long before she retrieved the device and backed away. A picture of her and Sam was illuminated underneath the organized home screen. Water droplets were visible on her eyelashes, and her face scrunched up with laughter as Sam pressed a kiss to her cheek, his dimpled grin matching hers.

She looked from the screen to Sam as if truly seeing him for the first time. “That was like our fourth or fifth date,” explained Sam. “We went to the movies and got caught in a storm on the way back to the car. We made a run for it, but we were drenched. Then you dropped the key under the car, and we couldn’t stop laughing long enough to pick it up.”

Brooke chuckled and smiled down at the screen. “Sounds like me.”

“There are loads more,” he chimed, his voice full of hope that this would be the thing that tipped the scales in his favor, making her believe him. At least enough to give him more time to explain.

She scrolled through his photos and found several scattered through the camera roll of Sam and Dean in various places, but the majority were of her and Sam. They were seemingly always together like he’d said; Sam lying in her bed, both of them curled up on her sofa, a few candid ones of her wearing his shirt, a couple of her sleeping on his chest, hair haloed around her, a small, content grin gracing his lips.

“You’d know if they were photoshopped, right,” he stated rather than asked.

She nodded lightly and continued scrolling as she made her way to sit on the edge of the bed. She sighed heavily and placed the gun on the nightstand. Tears pricked her eyes when she finally gazed up at him. “I look...we look happy.”

“I know I was,” he confessed with a tight smile, trying to keep his eagerness at bay. “I think you were too.”

She sniffled back her unshed tears. Sam could see the toll of lost memories, adrenaline, and the whole messed-up situation as it all bubbled to the surface and threatened to overwhelm her. He had to remind himself again he couldn’t reach out to comfort her. Not yet.

“So what the hell happened? Why don’t I remember you?”

“That’s why I brought you here,” he sighed, relieved she finally seemed to believe him. He shuffled to the edge of his seat, “so I can figure that out.”

Brooke eyed him for a moment, then turned her suspicious gaze to Dean. “And what about him?”

Sam answered for him. “That’s my brother, Dean. This is where we live, and with the resources we have here, I’ll be able to figure out what happened to you. We’ll be able to fix it.”

“Are you doctors or something?”

“Not exactly,” grimaced Sam. “But I don’t think it’s a medical thing. It’s kind of hard to explain.”

Dean shrugged in agreement, and Brooke nodded softly. “Okay. So let’s figure it out. Where do we start?”

Sam’s dimpled smile radiated hope, and his grin seemed contagious as Brooke grinned back at him briefly. “First,” he started cautiously. He needed to tread lightly and pick his words with care. He could still potentially do or say something to scare her off. “You need to stay here. You can call your family, tell them whatever you want, even the truth.” He silently hoped she wouldn’t tell them the truth. It would be hard to swallow for anyone, let alone a family of law enforcement. “But it would be best if you didn’t go home, at least not until I know more.”

Her tone was matter-of-fact, not scared like Sam had expected, “How long?”

He wanted to ask her to stay forever so he could keep her safe - safe from all the things she didn’t know about, all the creatures and demons that stalked the innocent, to protect her from all the things he’d brought into her life without her knowledge. One of those things he believed to be the cause of her sudden case of amnesia, which seemed to only relate to her memories of him.

“Few days,” he shrugged, feigning a casual mood he didn’t feel. “A week, maybe? Then we’ll see where we’re at.”

“Four days,” she compromised, an authoritative set to her eyes, and Sam knew the unwavering tone she used meant she wouldn’t be convinced otherwise. “Then we’ll reassess the situation.” She waited for Sam to nod his agreement, then added, “And I want pizza. With pineapple. No complaints from either of you.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Sam chuckled, his laughter joined by Dean’s. Another memory she wouldn’t remember resurfaced as he rose to his feet. “Come on. I’ll tell you all about the first time we ate pizza together while I give you the tour.”

Chapter 2 - The Cheek

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