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samsexualdeancurious · 3 years

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The Way He Looks (At You)

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Words: 1,602

Summary: The reader is crushing hard on the younger Winchester.

Warnings: None

Written for Belinda for her June 2020 prompt.

Betaed by me.

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“Y/N!”

You look up from your beer in the direction of the familiar voice and can’t help a grin when you see who it is. “Dean!”

Your friend weaves his way through the crowd towards you, two beers held high to try and keep them safe. His grin is a breath of fresh air in this place as you stand to hug him.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, squeezing him around the waist.

“We’re on a hunt,” he answers and that’s when you realize he isn’t alone.

A tall man is standing behind Dean, looking confused but interested in what’s going on. Tall is an understatement, actually. Dean is tall. This man is a giant. A gorgeous giant with broad shoulders, a strong jaw, high cheekbones, and fox-tilted eyes of a color you can’t quite identify in the low light of the bar. He has long hair, floppy in a way that reminds you a bit of a puppy. The ends curl a little around his ears, on the back of his neck, and where a few locks have fallen over his forehead. You want to run your fingers through it.

What the hell? Where did that thought come from?

Dean is speaking, stepping back and gesturing to the man with one beer. “Sammy, this is Y/N, a hunter friend. Y/N, this is my brother, Sam.”

Oh.

It’s honestly shocking that you’ve known Dean for so long and never met Sam. The man is the light of his brother’s life, Dean’s whole reason for existing. You remember when you first met Dean. Sam was still away at college at the time. He’d been grumpy about Sam leaving but also so proud of him for getting a full ride to Stanford of all places.

“Hi,” you say, offering your hand for Sam to shake. “It’s nice to meet you. Dean’s told me a lot about you.”

Sam smiles and oh. My God. Just when you thought he couldn’t look better. He has dimples. “It’s nice to meet you. Dean hasn’t told me much about you but all of it was good.”

“I sure hope so.” You give Dean a playful poke, making him squawk and almost spill his beer. “Did he tell you about the many times I’ve saved his ass?”

Sam’s grin widens and Dean sputters a protest. You just laugh and hop up onto the high chair you’d occupied previously, gesturing to the seat next to you.

“Have a seat, Sam. I think we’re gonna get along great.”

Dean is pouting as he takes the third chair at the table. “I’m going to regret introducing you two, aren’t I?”

You shoot him a wink. “One hundred percent.”

Talking to Sam is easy. He’s brilliant - of course he is, the man went to Stanford on a full ride, for crying out loud - and hilarious. You could listen to him ramble about anything for hours, you’re pretty sure. You could also listen to him and Dean banter for hours. The two play off each other beautifully, a snappy back and forth that has hidden warmth at its core. It’s a treat to see.

Turns out the boys are in town for the same hunt as you. You’d figured as much and immediately suggest working together. Dean agrees without hesitation and Sam flashes you another of his brilliant smiles. Butterflies stir in your belly.

You’re in trouble with that one.

After that hunt - which went really well, having extra hands is always nice - you don’t see the Winchesters again for several months. When you do, it’s once again on a hunt. The Winchesters arrive in town just in time to join you in adventuring into the nest of a shifter that’s wreaking havoc on an upscale neighborhood. Thank god they’re there, too, because the shifter ends up being a pair of shifters and if you’d been alone, you definitely wouldn’t have escaped with only a broken leg.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Sam says as he helps you into the backseat of the Impala after you’re released front he hospital. The cast is awkward, to say the least, and Sam’s huge hands are steady on your forearms.

“Don’t be,” you assure him. “If not for you, I’d probably be dead now. I thought I was ready for that hunt but apparently not.”

“Just goes to show that even when we’re as prepared as we think we can be, things can always go wrong,” Dean says as he slides into the driver’s seat. “I’m just glad a broken leg is the worst injury any of us got.”

“You need to take it easy.” Sam settles into his place in the passenger seat and twists around to look at you. You can’t help admiring him - it’s so unfair, how beautiful he is. “You should stick with us, at least until you’re leg is healed.”

So that’s what you do, except that you never actually end up leaving even after your leg heals.

The three of you make a great team. Plus, the bunker? Is fucking awesome. You stay there for the three months it takes your leg to heal and quickly fall in love with the place. It’s been a lifetime since you had a place you could call all your own, let alone your own room. Once it becomes clear that neither you nor the brothers want you to leave, you find yourself settling in easily and filling your space with your own things.

The downside of living with the Winchesters, though, is seeing Sam all the time. Well, it’s a downside in that you’re finding yourself falling head over heels in love with him and there doesn’t seem to be anything you can do to stop your quickly-developing feelings. Sam is physically beautiful but he’s also beautiful on the inside. Despite all the horrible, traumatic experiences Sam has been through, he’s still kind and empathetic to everyone he meets. His hands are rough with gun callouses but gentle when he holds rescued victims or pets the floppy ears of the dogs you two meet on your morning runs.

On top of that, he’s wicked smart. He loves books and spends hours in the library between hunts just learning about anything and everything. He organized the whole huge room himself when they first moved in, apparently.

Something about that is incredibly hot.

You may have met Dean first but you and Sam quickly become friends. You can spend hours together, running or watching movies, or even just sitting in the silence in the library surrounded by books. Dean is a good friend for nights out at the bar or nights in with junk food and good/bad movies. Sam is a good friend for afternoons of quiet study. You like spending time with Dean. You love spending time with Sam and it’s very quickly becoming a problem.

You’d hoped Dean would stay oblivious to your feelings but no such luck. He pulls you aside about six months into living at the bunker.

“You better ask him out soon,” Dean tells you without any lead-up to the statement.

You sputter, mind racing as you try to find a way out of this conversation. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Dean rolls his eyes. “Sam. Ask him out.”

Your cheeks burn. “He doesn’t like me that way. I don’t want to make things awkward between us.”

“He doesn’t like you - Y/N, are you blind? That boy is in love with you. He’s been crushing hard since I first introduced you two but ever since you started living here? He’s been falling head over heels for you. Have you seen the way he looks at you? I haven’t seen him look at anyone that way since Jess.”

Jess. Sam’s first love, the girl he wanted to marry right up until Azazel decided to use her as a pawn to get Sam back into the hunting game.

Shit.

“You’re not fucking with me, right?” you whisper, staring at Dean and hoping he understands how serious about this you are.

“Never about this,” he assures you, reaching out to give your cheek a little pat. “Go get your man.”

You bat his hand away and he chuckles, looping his arm around your shoulder instead for a hug.

“Trust me,” Dean says, giving you a squeeze.

You nod and lean into him. You have your doubts, of course, but your mind is racing with all the new possibilities that Dean’s words have created.

Sam breaks first.

“Y/N,” he says softly, words loud in the quiet library.

You look up from your book to find him watching you. “Yes?”

“Will you. Um.” His cheeks are pink and he ducks his head a little, adorably shy. “Would you like to go get dinner with me?”

Your heart leaps, your stomach flips, and your mind comes to a screeching halt.

“What?” you manage to say.

Sam blushes hard and he looks away. “It’s okay, you don’t - I understand -”

Your brain finally processes what he asked. “Yes!”

He stops talking and stares at you in awkward silence for a second. “... what?”

Now your cheeks are burning. “I would love to get dinner with you,” you say.

Sam lights up and the sight warms you at your very core. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You return his grin. “Does Friday night work for you?”

“Yeah,” he says, tone softening. Almost as if he’s in awe - like he didn’t expect you to say “yes.” “Yeah, Friday works.”

You reach across the table to weave his long fingers between your own. “It’s a date.”

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centolutions · 3 years

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#101) Write stellar Christmas letter for 2020

This could have been a bigger challenge, since the year itself wasn’t consistently, well, stellar. But the inspiration hit. The letter is written, and now all we need to do is stuff the envelopes and get it in the mail.

Dear Diary, January 1st, 2020

I had the strangest dream this morning. A microscopic cell grew so large it blotted out the sun like an eclipse, with only the glow from the corona visible. People fled into their homes and stayed inside. Those that ventured out suffered one of two fates. They either fell to their knees in a fit of coughing, or they started speaking one of two opposite languages and shouting at those people that didn’t understand them. I looked at the calendar in my dream, and the date read ‘Friday the 13th’. I’m not sure what this means, but I’m glad I woke up from that scary nightmare. I’m really looking forward to 2020 because I think everyone will look back on the year as we near Christmas and, with 20-20 hindsight, be able to say “I can see clearly now!”

Fast forward to December, 2020.

Okay, so admit it. Some parts of this year definitely felt like a dream. And for some people, there were portions of the year which seem nightmarish and they don’t want to reoccur. But, life finds a path forward like a river finding its way to the ocean. Something may come up to temporarily block the flow, but the water finds a new route, past new vistas, creating new opportunities for growth along the way. I’ll give you three examples.

Case I: The Newlyweds

I’ll admit, I was skeptical. “You want to have a wedding in Colorado for two people with families from Ohio? And you want to do this in January? And you want to have an Ice Cream Truck for guests to walk up to – OUTSIDE???” But with that famous 20-20 hindsight, I must say, Beth and Karl’s wedding on January 3rd in Denver was an incredibly wonderful event. The ceremony (like the bride) was beautiful! The sacrament was reverent! The weather was incredible (mid-50s in early January) And the reception celebration was kick-a,, um, was a lot of fun!

Life seemed as delicious for the newlyweds as a scoop of Sweet Cow ice cream from the Moo Mobile. Then Covid-19 hit Colorado, one trip after another for Karl was pulled from the COR schedule, and Beth and the rest of the Camp Wojtyla staff had to make the decision to cancel summer camp for 2020. But they both stayed positive, turned an EconoLiner into an EconoLodger in their down time. And in late Spring, life happened. Quite literally! The couple is expecting their baby in February. Chris and I are looking forward to visiting them in Lander, WY to welcome our first grandchild. We’re also looking forward to Yaktrax™ and a renewed appreciation for sub-zero degree weather.

Case II: The Busted Block

As mentioned in previous Christmas missives, we really appreciated Steve’s job at the movie theatre. He would bring home interesting stories about the guests - - - and free tickets for his parents! When the reality of the mid-March stay-at-home order in Ohio set in by early-April, Cinemark told all their employees that they were not only laid off, but that they would not be guaranteed a job when the theatres re-opened. Everyone would need to interview for consideration to be re-hired.

No summer blockbusters! No steady income! No free tickets for Chris and I! “No problem!”, Steve said. He reached out to a few contractors and got himself a new career in home (and other building) repair, renovation, and remodeling. He now has more hours “building back better” with his construction crew than he got at the theatre, earns more per-hour, and is already building (pun intended) his own clientele list. Plus our own house has gotten some very nice updates as he’s practiced some masonry, plumbing, painting and shed-repair skills.

Case III: The Move Up North

Late January was the end of Grace’s two-year commitment to Children’s Protective Services for the Commonwealth of Kentucky. She decided that she was going to move from Lexington to Ann Arbor and attend U of M for her Masters in Social Work. So on March 13th (yes, Friday the 13th), we moved Grace out of Lexington, on March 14th she moved her furniture and goods to her new apartment in Ann Arbor, and on March 15th, Governor Whitmer closed down the state of Michigan.

Before the move (and the pandemic), Grace was worried about finding a job. But Kroger was more than happy to have any willing body help with Pick List shopping, and Grace found herself waking up at 4:30 am to grab other people’s groceries. Unfortunately, Grace’s brand new roommates became ex-roommates after six weeks since their lost jobs meant they had to change their living plans. Undeterred, she found a new place to live with a lovely, retired U of M Professor, who got Grace connected with two other U of M contacts through which she landed two new jobs.

And with U of M itself using significant online learning, Grace opted to defer the start of graduate school till Fall 2021. The additional time allowed her to decide that Ann Arbor is the place she wants to stay (at least for a while). And with that, two other decisions followed. In June, Grace welcomed Koda B. Nadler into the family. Koda is an adorable young mother of four, a little over 60 lbs., and loves getting her back scratched and chasing after squeaky toys. In December, Grace closed on a house in Ypsilanti. The two big selling points for Grace? A fenced in back yard for Koda to play in, and a chicken coop (which won’t get any chickens until Koda learns not to eat them).

Now, the purpose of this note is not to say take those lemons thrown at you in 2020 and turn them into lemonade. In addition to health, economic and social concerns unique to the year, there were moments with a bitter note that can happen any year. Dorothy Nadler (Mom / Grandma) passed away on June 22nd, after managing Parkinson’s for over a decade. She moved into a Skilled Nursing Facility last October and was getting along pretty well. But with Covid-19 spreading across the country, the nursing home went into lockdown. Starting in March she wasn’t allowed to have visitors. And while the virus did find its way into the facility in April, and Mom even tested positive the second week, she remained asymptomatic for an entire month. A Parkinson’s-related infection sent her to the hospital in May. Once she recovered from that, she was released to a hospice center in Defiance, OH in early June. She was able to have visitors every day, limit of two at a time. Dad was happy to be one of those two visitors nearly every day. Mom was focused on celebrating the wedding shower for Kelly Nadler (now Steffan) on June 20th, a goal which she accomplished. We miss her each and every day, and are so fortunate to have had her with us for so many years.

But, as said earlier, life continues to flow. In addition to Tessa, who Chris has been watching for over a year now, another energy-filled three-year old can be found at Chez Nadler once or so per week. And when those two get going, it doesn’t matter what room I’m using as my home office. My CareSource colleagues will ask “Did you say something, Dave?” on the teleconference. I’ll say ‘No, it’s the toddlers’, and the others with children haunting their own home offices will give knowing nods.

Here’s hoping you, your families and your friends have a peaceful transition into a healthy and happy 202One. May God’s love and joy warm your hearts and souls. And, please, for those of you that wish for a memorable year next year, make sure to wish for happy memories.

With Love,

Chris and Dave

[and Beth(+1) and Karl, Steve, Grace, Zing, Dixie, Koda, and the fish who I’m not sure we ever named] (old habits are hard to break)

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