#soulless!sam x reader

[waywardxwords]

Empty

Summary: Ten months ago, Sam threw himself and Lucifer into the cage. While Dean went off to live happily with Lisa and Ben, you couldn’t bring yourself to live a “normal” life. While on a hunt, your trail leads to Lansing, Michigan where you get your hopes up when you stumble upon the Sam Winchester in a dive bar. Instead, bumping into the man you had fallen for years before leaves you feeling empty. Pairing: Soulless!Sam x Female Reader Word Count: ~4.1k Warnings: IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, PLEASE STOP READING. THIS IS RATED M FOR MATURE. Soulless!Sam, swearing, smut (p in v, unprotected), slightly angsty, sadness, feeling used…Sam is kind of a douchebag in this (hello, he has no soul) - I would also like to preface that I'm still new at this whole ~writing smut~ thing, so please be kind but I am 10000% open to critique/feedback!

A cloud of cigarette smoke pooled above the bar as your boots clicked upon the hardwood of a little dive bar in Lansing, Michigan. It had been ten months since everything changed–Sam in the pit as Lucifer’s vessel, and Dean off living the life he had always deserved with Lisa and Ben. You were happy for him, truly. But that life wasn’t your life. Once you knew about all that went bump in the night, there was no going back. Thankfully, you had found Alice McCaffrey. Bobby had introduced you when you told him you wanted to get back out there. “You don’t hunt alone,” he had warned you. Alice was a little older than you, but you seemed to gel well. It wasn’t like hunting with the Winchesters, but it was still fine. 

The two of you found a small, round table towards the back of the bar where there were billiard tables and took your place on the stools.

“I just don’t get it,” Alice gnawed a little at her bottom lip. “We tracked that trail all the way here…there’s no way it just goes cold.” There was plenty of evidence floating around that the Shapeshifter was here, in Lansing. And when you said ‘the’, you meant the one and only: first of its kind, Daddy Shapeshifter; the one who created all shapeshifters. 

“I mean, this thing has been alive for how many years?” You toyed with a round paperboard coaster in your hands. “He could just be that good. He’s used to evading hunters for centuries.”

“Yeah, I guess,” she grumbled, but you knew she wasn’t going to let it go. That was fine by you, but in the meantime…

“I’m gonna grab a beer, you want anything?” You asked her as you thumbed to the bar.

“Yeah, one for me, too. But none of that light shit…see if they have a Guinness or something,” she pulled out her laptop and her leatherbound journal. 

Just as you turned to walk towards the bar, you caught sight of him. Him. The him you had mourned (and were still mourning, if you were honest with yourself). Your breath caught in your throat as his tall, broad frame stood over a billiard table. The bright light above the table accented each of his features–nothing had changed, really, besides his hair maybe being a tiny bit longer and it looked like he had been working out again. His eyes grazed over the green baize fabric on the table to check his next move. 

You didn’t want to make a scene, but this wasn’t possible…there was no way in Hell this man could be standing in front of you. You quickly pulled your cell phone from your pocket and dialed the familiar number. You refused to pull your eyes away as you watched for any sudden movements.

“Bobby?” You asked when he answered after just the third ring. “You got any idea why I’m standing in a bar in Michigan looking at Sam Winchester right now?”

As if on cue, Sam seemed to feel your gaze as he pulled his eyes up from the table and found yours. 

“Balls,” Bobby grumbled as you listened to his drawl through the receiver of the phone. “Listen, it’s Sam…but I didn’t say anything ‘cause I didn’t want ya to get hurt…” you weren’t sure what that meant. Sam had already started his pace over to you. There was a smile upon his lips, but it seemed different. “Something’s different about him. He ain’t been the same since he got pulled out of Lucifer’s cage. You hear me?”

“Yeah, I hear ya, Bobby,” your words were soft. “I’ll, uh, I’ll call you later.” You hung up quickly just as he approached.

Your name fell from his lips, almost inquisitively. That same old Sam Winchester half-smile tugged at the corner of his lips. 

“Sam,” you breathed in return. It was difficult to keep Bobby’s warning in the back of your mind when the man you had hunted with for so long was standing just in front of you. While hunting with the brothers, you had never allowed your feelings to see the light of day. They were professional, and they had taught you so much about what looms in the dark. But you would be a liar if you said you had never felt butterflies when Sam smiled at you, laughed at your joke, or the way it felt when his fingers grazed your skin…

“Hey, wow, it’s been such a long time,” something did feel a bit off with his words, but even more so with his demeanor. You had mapped out those hazel eyes over the two years you spent hunting with the boys, and there was a lightness missing. They just felt empty. 

“Sam, how are you here? I saw you fall into the cage myself,” the thought alone made your eyes burn. Watching Sam and the strength he had to throw himself (and Lucifer) into the cage was devastating. 

“Yeah, uh, I don’t really know?” He chuckled softly. You searched for the light, but still couldn’t find it—even behind his laughter. “I just sorta woke up and I was back…”

“God, it’s so incredible to see you,” you couldn’t stop staring at him, afraid if you blinked, he’d disappear. “Is Dean here? Are you guys trying to figure out what brought you back?”

Sam broke his gaze from yours, but only for a second. He slipped his hands into his front jean pockets. “No, uh, I didn’t want to pull Dean back in. It’s rare to get an opportunity to get outta this life. He seems happy,” he nodded. You couldn’t help but notice the lack of emotion in his tone or on his face. “I, uh, I actually found some of my mom’s family. They have a compound here in Lansing, so I’ve been hunting with them.”

You tried to hide the way his words stung. He was so stoic, you didn’t want to look like a fool. But you were hurt…he had to have known you were still hunting. It made you doubt yourself—there were probably better people to hunt with and he had found them. You had always wondered if you were just a tagalong for the Winchesters; maybe they had just felt bad for you, after all. 

“Oh, nice,” you forced a smile and a small nod. “That’s good. Hunting with family is good…” your words trailed. 

Sam matched your nod. As if he realized he should be asking you about yourself, he continued with, “What about you? Are you hunting still?”

“Oh, uh, yeah,” you turned back to your hunting buddy as she watched cautiously from your table. “This is Alice McCaffrey,” you introduced as you stepped back to the table and Sam followed. “Alice, this is Sam Winchester. Alice and I have been hunting together."

Alice’s eyes widened. “The Sam Winchester?” She asked, incredulously. 

“The one and only,” he chuckled as he shook her hand.

“Wow,” Alice’s eyes drifted to you—you knew immediately what she was thinking: shifter? Demon? Shifter-demon?

“It’s really him,” you confirmed. While you hadn’t tested him yourself, you trusted Bobby. Bobby seemed very certain. He just also made it explicitly clear that Sam was different. 

“Well, it’s nice to meet you,” she smiled. “I’ve heard a lot about you. I just…I thought you were in the pit…”

“Yeah,” Sam tucked some strands of brown hair that had fallen forward back behind his ear. “I was, but somehow got a way out. We’re still trying to figure that out.” He explained. 

“That’s great,” she seemed a little hesitant, but that was why you loved Alice. Alice was wary of anyone and everyone; she didn’t trust at face value. There were still days you wondered if you had earned her full and complete trust. 

“What brings you to Lansing?” Sam shifted the topic, his eyes on you now. 

“We’ve been trailing a shifter,” you kept the topic brief. It felt weird not delving into all the details of your case, but you couldn’t quite shake the fact that Sam had been back and hadn’t tried to connect with you. 

“Oh, the original?” He looked between the two of you. Alice narrowed her eyes at Sam. 

“Yeah, are you hunting him too?” She questioned. 

He looked between the two of you, still emotionless. “Yeah, we got him. A few hours ago, my team had him killed.” 

“You…you managed to kill him?” Alice looked at him with the same level of shock as before. 

“Sam, he was the original shapeshifter. Like, father to all shifters,” you added in, wondering if maybe he didn’t realize.

“I know,” he looked between the two of you. “He was a beast. But we’re a team of six. We had it covered.”

Alicia glanced at you—you knew the look. She wasn’t sure of this Sam Winchester guy. 

“Hey,” Sam's fingertips grazed your hand. “Would you wanna get outta here? Some place we can sit and catch up. Somewhere quiet?” Between his fingertips on your flesh, and the way his voice had dropped lowly, you shuddered internally. 

Somehow, you still seemed hesitant. Had this been ten months ago, you would have leapt out of your chair and been halfway to the door by now. But it wasn’t. And this version of Sam just felt different. You pushed past the hesitation. “Yeah, okay,” you nodded. 

“Let me just go let the guys know I’ll be back in a while,” he thumbed back to the billiard tables where you finally noticed an older man, bald and eyes that you felt like could see through your soul. You managed a quick nod before he headed back that way. 

“Can I say something and you promise it won’t piss you off?” Alicia asked as soon as Sam was out of earshot. 

You were fairly certain you knew what she had to say, but you pulled your eyes from Sam’s back and looked back at her. “Of course.”

“I listened to you go on and on about this Sam Winchester guy. Even when you didn’t realize you were talking about him. You talk about him in your sleep,” she emphasized. Warmth crept up your neck and into your cheeks. You hadn’t realized you were sleep-talking about him… “But the Sam Winchester you’ve been mourning for almost a year? Girl, that’s not him.” Her eyes bore into you. 

“I know he seems a little…rough around the edges,” you tried to reason as your eyes found him talking to the bald man in the corner. The man had returned his gaze to you as Sam spoke. “But we have no idea what happened to him in that cage. That would change anyone, Alicia.” You looked back to your hunting buddy. 

“I get that, I do,” she agreed. “I’m just asking you to be careful. A lot can change in ten months. Especially when we’re talking about someone coming back from one of the darkest depths of Hell…if not, the darkest depth of Hell.”

“I’ve got it handled,” you watched him as he moved back towards your table. “I’ll meet you back at the motel later.” You managed a quick smile and hopped off of your bar stool. 

“Ready?” Sam asked as you approached. You nodded once, but couldn’t help the feeling of the bald man watching you. Sam began to lead you away from the table. 

“It was nice meeting you,” Alicia practically yelled over the sounds of the bar. Sam nodded once nonchalantly back at her. 

“Yeah, you too,” it was strange, but then Sam’s hand snaked around yours and held it in his palm, and any uncertainty you had in your gut went out the window. 

When Sam suggested going some place quiet, you had assumed that would be a café or diner; somewhere public, but where you could get caught up. It surprised you when he pulled into a motel parking lot and had you wait in the car. He wasn’t staying here…why was he getting a room? You were smarter than this, but somehow Sam Winchester had always had a way of emitting a haze around you; a haze that more than clouded your judgment. 

“Why a motel room?” You finally managed to ask as you stood behind him while he unlocked the door. 

“I just figured it would be nice to get caught up…” you noticed his eyes trailed down the front of you. He was looking at you in a way he had never done so blatantly before; a way you had always imagined in your mind, but never experienced. Your throat ran dry as he opened the door and held it open for you to step through. Suddenly you felt nervous. 

“I really missed you, Sam,” you felt a lump of emotion knit together in your throat. Your eyes moved up his torso to find his hazel gaze. A small smile pulled at the corners of his lips. 

A surprise to you, his arms snaked around you and pulled you into his chest. “I missed you, too,” you couldn’t shake the feeling that Sam was saying it because he knew he was supposed to. 

“Sam…” you started cautiously. There were two parts of you, and they were at war: on one hand, you had wanted this moment to happen for so long–you had willed for Sam to come back. But the other part of you had so many questions that you felt needed answered before you could fully open up to him. “How long have you been back?”

“Just about ten months,” he answered with little-to-no hesitation. He seemed a little surprised when your eyes widened.

You moved away from him to sit on the edge of one of the double beds in the room. Your eyes found the multicolored carpet that lined the motel room floor. “You’ve been back almost the entire time we thought you had been gone, and you didn’t call?”

“It’s…complicated,” he breathed out as he moved to sit next to you on the bed. “Things aren’t like they were ten months ago,” he tried to explain. You kept your eyes on the carpet as he spoke. “Things are different now. The Campbells are different…” there was that word again: different. Your eyes didn’t budge until your name fell as a whisper from his lips. “I really did miss you.”

You watched as his eyes trailed over you once more. Across your face, down your neck…you felt the heat rising again. “I feel like I’ve had this dream a million times–you coming back. And now it’s real, and it just feels…”

“I know,” his words were soft again as his body shifted towards you.

Before your brain could argue with your heart again, you felt your hands pull at the collar of his plaid button-down shirt. His face moved closer until your lips crashed against each other in a hasty motion. His movements were quick, but thorough, as his hands traveled to your waist. He pulled at the hem of your cotton t-shirt until his fingers slipped underneath and grazed against the flesh of your hips, causing goosebumps to bubble on the surface of your skin. 

Your hands tangled in the locks of hair at the back of his neck just as his hands lifted you and pulled you onto his lap so your legs straddled his waist. His fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt again until you instinctively raised your arms and broke where your lips met as he tugged the garment over your head. His fingers tangled in your hair once more as he stood up with your legs secured around his waist and turned to lay you on the bed. Once your eyes fluttered to see him pulling his button-down off, your brain kicked back into gear.

“Sam,” you breathed. He was back hovered over you now, his fingertips tracing a line of goosebumps down your neck, then your clavicle, to the tops of your breasts. Your breath hitched in your throat once more. “Sam, should we…are we doing this?” You were still trying to wrap your head around the idea that this was happening.

He paused for a moment and looked back down at you; your eyes tried to find old Sam once more–even just a glimmer. But you were coming up empty, yet again. 

“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” his emphasis on the word ‘long’ made your heart and stomach flutter simultaneously. “I should have before. But I was stupid, and then I was saying ‘yes’ to Lucifer, and I never thought I’d see you again.”

Your brain wanted to remind him that he could have called you, hell, he could have shown up at your doorstep and you would have welcomed him back with open arms. But your heart decided against it as he leaned closer to your lips.

“I thought maybe you wanted this too,” he breathed as his lips gingerly touched against yours once more.

Words failed you, so instead you reached up and tangled your fingers in his hair once more. The way you moved your lips against his gave him your answer.

His fingers strategically moved behind you, expertly unclasping the black bra that constrained your breasts. With a quick flick of his fingers, you felt the material relax and the straps slipped off of your shoulder blades. Your eyes found his once more–the only thing you saw was want and lust. 

You relished in the feeling of his lips as they trailed from your lips to your neck, sucking on the skin just under your earlobe. You closed your eyes at the sensation; your heart allowed your fingers to move through his hair, down to the nape of his neck. He moved against you in a way that warmed you to your core. You hadn’t realized Sam had moved his fingers down to the metal button clasp on your jeans. His fingers very quickly and skillfully moved so the button popped through the denim material and loosened. As he worked, his lips trailed down to your breast and attached to your nipple. His tongue moved over the already hardened bud, massaging in a way that elicited a moan from the back of your throat.

The break of the suction of his lips from your skin evoked a pop that echoed to your ears. In one swift motion, he pulled your jeans from your hips, bringing your underwear with it. He took a moment to stand at the edge of the bed. You watched as the muscles in his fingers, hands and forearms flinched as he worked his belt and jeans from their own metal clasp. He pulled his jeans down along with his boxers until they were at his ankles and he could step out of them.

“So fucking sexy,” he breathed. Your breath hitched once more–that wasn’t something your imagination had come up with when you had thought of this moment. The burn from the pink glow you had felt on more than one occasion tonight crept back up your skin once more, but this time you couldn’t hide.

“Sam,” your breath hitched in your throat, yet again.

Sam moved back over you at that moment, no additional words exchanged. You felt his length harden just between your legs upon your thigh. Your eyes closed once more as he kissed you with a force you had never felt before–you couldn’t place it. It wasn’t passion, it was need. 

His hands moved yours just above your head so they were bent at your elbows. With one hand, he clasped them there. His other hand moved down the side of your face, down your breasts until they wrapped around his cock. You felt his knee move between your thighs to part them. His hand shifted until his fingers deftly found your center. Sam’s index finger slipped between your folds, finding out for certain just how excited you were for this moment.

“You’re already so wet for me, baby,” his breath tickled just below your earlobe as he whispered. He picked up the pace with his fingers as he rubbed your swelling nub with his thumb. He moved in small circles that made you begin to grind your hips with his motions. Without warning, he plunged a finger inside of you once, twice, three times before he added a second finger.

A gasp escaped your lips as you pressed your head back into the mattress even further, your mouth agape. “Jesus, Sam,” you couldn’t help the words as they toppled out between your lips. After a few more thrusts, he reached down to pump his hand between his legs again. Without his touch, your brain started working once more. “D-Do you have a condom?” You didn’t mean to stutter, but you were lucky to even get words strewn together that made any sense at this point.

“It’s alright, I’ll pull out,” he kissed just below your ear on your jawline. Goosebumps flooded the surface of your skin once more as his stubble trailed over you. Your brain didn't have a moment to respond.

As he lined himself up against your center, you opened your eyes to find his gaze. His eyes were dark–a dark you had never noticed before. The normal flecks of gold, green, and blue were suddenly a darker yellow, forest green and gray. It was beautiful–lustful, even–but you didn’t see any emotion. They were still just empty.

Your mouth fell agape as he pushed into you, releasing your hands above his head so he could reach down and pull your legs and hook your ankles around his back. Instinctively, you moved your hips against him, meeting him with each movement he made.

Sam ducked his head so his lips could connect with the sweet spot he had found just above your clavicle. You couldn’t be sure, but by the feeling you knew it would leave a mark; you didn’t care. You focused on the raw feeling of him inside you, the way he grunted with each thrust. You flattened your palms up his back, the feeling of his muscles under your hands adding to the pooling warmth in the pit of your belly.

Strategically, Sam reached between the two of you and pressed his thumb to your clit once more. The continuous motion of the small circles sent a shudder over you.

“Sam…” you warned. 

He nipped at the skin below your ear. “I know, baby. Let me get you there,” the words dropped from his lips in a whisper once more.

You moved your hips to the rhythm of his hand and his thrusts. The muscles in your abdomen tightened and trembled as he pushed you over the edge. The pace of his movements picked up as he removed his hand and gripped your hips again–he pumped in and out of you with such fervor, you thought you might break.

With a shallow grunt, he quickly pulled out as he found his release–and suddenly, you felt empty.

Sam removed himself from the bed quickly and retreated to the small bathroom to clean up. As he came back, he handed you a towel. While you never could have known what being with Sam would be like, exactly…this wasn’t what you had expected. 

“That was…” your voice trailed off as you tried to catch your breath. You rolled to your side and propped yourself up on your elbow as you watched him. Instinctively, you pulled the rustled sheet up just under your chin to cover yourself.

Sam’s eyes found you as he pulled up his boxers, and then his jeans. His chest heaved only slightly as he got dressed. “Yeah, that was nice,” a smile pulled on his lips. “I’m glad we bumped into each other again.” Your throat felt dry again. Words failed you; you didn’t know what to say to that. He pulled his shirt over his head and fixed some of the buttons. “I paid through the night, so you can crash here, if you want,” he gestured to the room.

“You’re…you’re leaving?” You tried to shove the emotions bubbling up so they went back down. It felt like you were underwater–Sam was different. There was no hiding it or trying to deny it anymore. 

He looked back at you quizzically, as if he couldn’t understand why you were asking him this, but then turned his attention back to his boots as he tied the laces. “Uh, yeah. We have a lot of work to wrap up, and you’re just passing through,” his words trailed off a little, but it didn’t seem to be because he felt bad. “It really was good seeing you again.”

He managed one more small smile before he grabbed his remaining belongings and walked for the door.

The emotions finally bubbled over, but all you felt was empty.

A/N: Please, please don’t hate me. If you love Soulless!Sam with zero feeling and emotion, then this might be your jam. If you prefer loving, kind, caring Sam–you’re probably wanting my head on a platter. This is part one, I have a part two in the works and I promise I’ll fix everything <3

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[holylulusworld]

Tight Places - Kinktober 19

Summary: Stuck in a cramped space with Sam again, you end up enjoying his company...

Square 3 filled for @samwinchesterbingo​​​​​​: Enemies to lovers

Square 22 filled for @spnkinkbingo (expired): Knife play

Square 8 filled for @spnkinkbingo​​: Period Sex

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x fem!Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester

Kink: Claustrophilia

Warnings:language, Soulless!Sam being an ass, mentions of anal sex (nothing happens), smut, unprotected sex, groping, period sex, knife play, mentions of

Word Count: 1,2 k

2021 SPN KINK BINGO masterlist (expired but ongoing)

2022 SPN KINK BINGO masterlist

Sam Winchester Bingo masterlist

Kinktober 2022

<< Part 1 - Cramped

“Sam, no! What the fuck! How did we end up in a fucking wardrobe?” you can’t believe you agreed to join the annoying soulless hunter on yet another hunt.

After your mishap a few months ago, you swore to yourself to stay away from Sam Winchester. No such luck.

You ended up in the same town, investigating the same mysterious death once again. Dean suggested joining forces and you just couldn’t say no to the hunter. He saved your ass more than once and is all too happy to have someone with an intact moral compass around.

“We have to hide again,” he purrs in your ear. You can hear the smirk in his voice and just know, he dragged you inside the wardrobe on purpose. “Dean got this.”

“I’m going to help your brother. Don’t believe for a second that what happened months ago will happen again, Winchester,” you grumble. “I told you last time it was the last time.”

“Sure,” he huffs in your ear as his hands already move toward your chest to shamelessly grope your tits. “You’re wearing a dress revealing your ass, legs, and tits for nothing. You want to get fucked.”

You lick your lips. It’s the second time you are in a cramped space with Sam. If only he pushes you a little further, you are going to give in once again.

“I know how much you love ending up in tight space with me,” he bites your ear shell. “How about you tell me what you want, and I give it to you Y/N.”

Sam presses his body to yours, slowly grinding into you. “Sam. Stop.”

“Why would I do such a thing, sweet little thing?” he moves one arm around your waist to hold you close to his hard body. “Admit your sins, Y/N. I know you want to.”

“I fucked a cold-hearted and annoying bastard some months ago. That’s all I have to admit.”

“You enjoyed every second.”

“Yeah. As it only lasted for like sixty seconds.”

“You’re a little bitch.”

You try to wiggle out of his grip but it’s no use. Sam is so much stronger than you, and then there is his arm wrapped around your body.

“You’re an asshole, so we are even.”

“How about I make things easier for you?” he nuzzles his cheek against yours. “I’ll leave you no other choice but to give in.” You feel the cool metal before you can even say something in return. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Sam slides the dull side of his knife over your breasts and teases your nipples. He takes his time on his way down your body; drawing patterns into your skin with the dull side of his knife.

“Sam, what are you doing?” He carefully slides it over your thigh, riding up your dress. “I asked you a question.”

“I’ll take good care of your pussy again, Y/N,” you whimper as he kicks your legs apart. “You better don’t move now. It would be a shame if I draw blood tonight.”

“Blood?” there is an edge in your voice when Sam slowly cuts your dress and bra open at the same time. Your breasts spill out, leaving your plush flesh unprotected. “Sam.”

“Be good now, kitten,” he cuts through your dress, ruining it once and for all. “Take the dress off.”

“Sam, we can’t. We are still on a hunt.”

“I said,” he rips the remnants of your dress down your body and cuts your panties off within the blink of an eye, “be good.”

You’re shaking in both, anger, and anticipation. You’d like to slap Sam’s face or shoot his brains out. But the need and your kink won’t let you do such a thing.

You allow Sam to twirl you around to reveal your breasts and face to the hunter.

“Beautiful and all mine.”

“Sam, we shouldn’t…this is wrong,” you open your arms and let Sam lift you off of your feet. He easily holds you against the wall of the wardrobe as you fumble his pants open and shove them down his long legs.

“You’re a little eager for someone who doesn’t want to get fucked,” he smirks darkly, but you ignore his cockiness or the fact that you should hate him.

“Shut up. Don’t ruin it,” you bend your body a little to stroke Sam a few times. He’s already rock-hard and doesn’t need much encouragement. “Fuck me. And then leave me alone.”

“Oh, I will fuck you.”

“I should warn you,” he ignores you, and the fact that you slap his chest to get his attention. “Sam, I think my period just started.”

It’s like you’re not even there. Sam simply wraps your legs around his waistline and shoves himself inside your body without acknowledging your protest.

He grunts, hips jerking a few times as you claw at his shoulders. “SAM!”

“Do you think I care about a little blood?” he snickers as you wiggle your hips to get a little bit more friction. “I can fuck you now and make you cum, or, I’ll leave you here. Naked and without an orgasm. I can easily find someone else to fuck.”

“You’re such an asshol-“ Sam presses his lips to yours, silencing your protests once again as he starts to roll his hips.

“You will shut your mouth and take my cock, Y/N,” he purrs with every thrust. Your hips move on their own, to meet Sam’s thrusts. “Good girl.” He ruts into you. “Such a good girl when you full of cock.”

“I hate you so much.”

“No, you love me,” you whine as he grips your ass with his large hands to move you up and down his cock. You’re like a ragdoll in his hands; helpless and small. “You love fucking me too. I saw the way you looked at the old me. It’s the same hunger in your eyes now.”

Sam hides his face in your neck, panting and groaning as you try not to think about his former self.

You miss the smart and soft Sam. But you can’t deny it. This version knows how to push all your buttons.

“Fuck.”

You dig your nails deep into his shoulders.

“Take it. Shut up and take me,” he growls in your neck. Sam speeds up again, fucking up into you at a maddening pace. “I’m going to fill you up with so much cum your period stops.”

You laugh.

“Later, I’ll fuck your mouth.”

“Nghh…” your mind is clouded by lust and the approaching high. The coil in your belly tightens, and you can only close your eyes and let Sam have his way with your body once again.

“Maybe you’ll let me fuck that upright ass too, huh? I bet you never let that loser you called your boyfriend fuck your ass. Let me fuck it and you’ll cum so hard you see stars…”

“I-“ you cum all over his cock, making an odd noise. “No.”

“We will talk about your ass later. Now let me fill you up,” he chuckles darkly. “Fuck…fuck…fuck…”

“Just like that. Taking me like a good girl,” you groan as Sam rewatches the video he took of you and him months ago again. “Fuck yourself harder on my cock.”

“Can you stop this?”

You throw a pillow at Sam. “Please.”

“If you come over here,” he smirks darkly, “I will stop. And,” he pushes the covers off his body to reveal he’s stark naked, “if you stick around, I’ll delete the video.”

“Scouts honor?” you ask.

“Scout's honor,” Sam points at his cock. “Come here and ride it like a good girl…”

You will stick around to help Dean get Sam’s soul back. If you get laid once in a while…so be it…

Part 3

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Kinktober 2022 | Day 2 - Angels & Demons

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x You Rating: 18+ Warnings: BDSM Club, Halloween Party, Lingerie as Costume, Anonymous Sex, Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Daddy Kink, Name-Calling, Blow Job, Thigh Riding, hint of DDLG roleplay, Degradation, Dirty Talk, Spanking, Grinding, P in V, Cumshot Kinktober Prompt - Daddy Bingo Squares: @spnkinkbingo - Anonymous Sex | @j3bingo - Manspreading WC: 540

“Do I get to know your name?” you venture to ask when you’re in a different section of the club. It’s much quieter back here, though still dim and atmospheric. There’s lots of leather and velvet furniture scattered around the wide open space, some of it occupied, and you quickly avert your eyes, feeling intrusive. The stranger drops your hand but moves in closer to you, his fingers dragging up your arm softly as he circles around behind you, pressing his suit-clad body up against your barely clothed one, emphasising to you just how desperate you must seem, out in public in your underwear, practically throwing yourself to the wolves. You look at your feet, trying to control the shivers you feel wracking your spine as the man lets his hand still on your collarbone, his long fingers gently playing across your bare skin as his thumb circles around to rest against the back of your neck. 

“It’s okay to watch,” he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. A challenge. “They like to be watched, that’s why they’re here.” His fingers leave your shoulder and notch beneath your chin, tilting your face up and forcing you to look at the threesome in front of you, two women making out over a man who’s bound to the cushioned plinth beneath them. A breath catches in your throat as his fingers tighten on your jaw, not allowing you to look away. 

“Which one of them would you like to be?” His voice has dropped into a new tone, more raspy, more clearly affected by the arousal of the situation. You swallow nervously and try to answer, but the words stick on your tongue. “I think I can guess,” he hums, turning his face into your neck and tracing his lips over the vein that’s pumping at a thundering pace just beneath the surface of your skin. 

“That’s a no to the name, then?” you manage to ask, shakily, and he laughs, straightening up and pressing his face to the top of your head, inhaling deeply as he grips your shoulders and holds you against him. 

“Isn’t tonight about being someone you always wished you could be? About being someone different?” 

“So who are you supposed to be, James Bond?” you ask with a nervous laugh, and you relax a little when he laughs along with you. Coming out from behind you, he takes your hand again and leads you towards the wall with a long, deep couch set against it in some kind of dark, shimmering material. He sits back against it, legs spread wide in the epitome of confidence and casualness. He lets go of your hand and reaches for his tie, loosening the knot a little as he smirks, watching you the whole time, his gaze once again inspecting your figure. You stand meekly before him, simply staring back, unable to avert your gaze. 

“James Bond would be in a tux,” he finally says, leaning forward, arms braced on his knees as he thumbs over his chin, considering. “If you insist on having something to call me, how about Daddy?”

You think your knees almost buckle beneath you.

"On your knees, angel."

This time they do buckle.

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Thank you so much for everyone who participated!!  you are so incredibly talented and I am grateful for your admissions.    

So here they are.....this is not the complete list, but wanted to share what was submitted so far.   I am still finishing my own submission, and there are a few others so an updated list will hopefully be sent next week too

Cosmic Dust    by @tuiccim  - a lovely Bucky Barnes x reader soulmate au

Cloaked Heart  by @mostly-marvel-musings  - a sweet Loki x reader mutual pining

Chain the Devil   by @jensen-ackles-girl  - angst with Demon Dean x reader

Killing Midnight  by @drkcnry67  -  angst with Soulless Sam x reader

Stolen Knight by @drkcnry67​  - fluff/smut with Jensen Ackles x reader

The Dancing Statue by @marvelcriminalhoe  - fluffy Steve Rogers x reader

Perfect storm by @swiftlymoniquesblog - a bit of angst and fluff for Dean Winchester x reader

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Soulless Smut - Sam Winchester

Title: Soulless smut - Sam Winchester

Words: 2,388

Relations: Soulless Sam Winchester X Reader

TW: SMUT! Slightly Dom Sam, Sub Reader. BJ

Requested: @angelofdarkness69

I sulked into the seat at the bar. I'm not usually the type to drink but today, right now I am! 

"Double vodka and coke, keep them coming until I can't say thank you anymore," I instructed handing over my card. He took my card and nodded. A chuckle passed his lips as he walked away. He came back with my card and first drink. I nodded in appreciation. "Thank you," I said clearly making him chuckle. There weren't many in the bar so the bartender stayed close to me. 

"Rough day?" He asked making me sigh as I took a large gulp. 

"Rough week," I commented between gulps making him push air through his teeth like he knew the feeling. 

A few drinks later, a few songs later, a few dart games later and a few pool games later, the bar was full and loaded. I was the only woman but everyone seemed happy about it. Everyone was cheering me on no matter what I did. They even cheered for me when I came out of the bathroom. I would be lying if I said that I didn't like the attention. I sat at the bar and the bartender laughed at me. 

"Can you still say thank you?" He asked making me laugh. 

"I can probably say in different languages at this point. Another please kind sir," I commented making him laugh at my drunken state. He nodded and went to make my drink. 

"So are you the only woman in this town?" A guy beside me asked. I looked at him and chuckled. He's very attractive and about a thousand times more handsome than anyone else in town. 

"The only one worth looking at," I joked making him chuckle but his expression was cold. Something about it made my spin shiver but I liked it. 

"I'd have to say I agree, you do tours?" He asked with a cheeky smirk. 

"Of me or the town?" I asked making him chuckle. I smirked at him. It wasn't long before we both closed our tabs and were walking to the motel he was staying at. 

SMUT!!!!:

He walked me to his motel room, I preferred it as my place is a little messy right now. He opened the room with his key, gesturing for me to go in first as he opened the door. I smiled gratefully as I stepped inside. I approached the closest bed, noticing the two. I turned around to face Sam as he approached me with a smirk. I smirked leaning up as he leaned down to connect our lips. We kissed hastily, hungrily. It's been a while for me so to say I'm eager is an understatement. God, he's so hot.

His large hands gripped my waist, I attached my hands to the back of his hair, pulling him closer to me before I started walking backwards. He smirked as he slowly guided me to lie down on the bed, hovering over me as he followed. I bit his bottom lip as he groaned, clearly a fan of it. I smiled knowing this could be fun.

My hands moved to the bottom of his shirt, hastily pulling it up. He broke away from the kiss to take it off completely and rushed to reconnect our lips. I moaned softly as his hips pressed into me. He smirked as he grabbed the buttons of my shirt, sloppily trying to undo them quickly. I need it off now. I grabbed the front of my shirt harshly pulling it open. The shirt opened, a few buttons fell off, and the bouncing sounds faded further away from the bed. I chuckled softly as he smiled against my lips. He placed a hand on the back of my neck, keeping my lips on his as he sat up a little. He pried the shirt off my body. He stayed sat up as he moved to my bra.

"I'm taking this off," He commented, his lips not leaving mine. I hummed to show my approval quickly, although I'm pretty sure he wasn't asking for it. He smirked against my lips as I smiled. His tongue entered my mouth, softly fighting mine for dominance. He was easily winning. He unclasped my bra, pulling it off my arms before it was thrown across the room. He lowered me back down, lying me down as he pushed his hips into me. I moaned, my mouth falling open as he pushed his tongue into my mouth to silence me.

I worked on the button and zip on his jeans, prying them open easily and moaning as he bit my bottom lip and pulled back. He got up from the bed, admiring me as he licked his lips. I smirked seeing his built physic. God! He looked at me hungrily as he pulled his pants off, leaving him in just his boxers. His erect penis, pressing on his boxers made my mouth water. Thank God he's not tiny, it would be so disappointing. He studied me closely as he grabbed my hips, pulling me down the bed with ease. He reached down, grabbing the front of the waistline on my denim shorts, he lifted my whole body with ease. One vein-popping, extremely-muscular hand. I squealed slightly as he lowered me onto the bed, he undid the button with his one hand and began pulling my shorts down. I smirked as I gave him full access to pull them down so he was able to remove them so I was only lying in my thong. I bit my lip as he crawled up to me, his dick pressing on his boxers soon pressed against my thong making me moan, the contact sending excited shivers up my spine.

I rushed to kiss him, passionate and sloppy. He smirked against my lips. His hands found my body, his hand large enough to cup my left breast as his hips pressed into me. His dick pressed between us as I craved we were naked. I anchored my foot onto the bed and started rolling us. He happily complied, lying down and allowing me to straddle him as I kissed him. I grinded my hips into him earning a moan. I smirked as I sat up, my fingers trailing down his chest, he watched intently. Licking his lips as I ventured further down his body. I lifted to snake my fingers into his boxers. His head fell limp as I reached inside, my hand clasping around his hard dick. He moaned at the contact, biting his bottom lip to silence himself. I pumped him a few times before I moved to pull his boxers off, and he happily moved out of them. I took the time to gather spit in my mouth, something he seemed to make water with ease.

I leaned down, taking his dick in my mouth. He groaned happily at my actions. I bobbed my head, taking him in my throat easily as I already craved all of him. I smiled before I could stop myself. His moans fill my ears, singing to me like birds. I continued my pace and rhythm as his groans were a confirmation of his enjoyment. His hand soon found my hair. Bunching it in his hand, I gave him the full ability to face fuck me, something I wasn't confident in but would try for this godly man, he instead guided me to continue with my rhythm. My insides fluttered knowing I was already doing what he wanted.

He seemed to be enjoying the blow job until he sighed and happily pulled my hair to have me look at him. My insides quivered at his roughness. I bit my lip as I looked up at him, the lust shining in my eyes. "Ride me," He instructed. I obliged quickly and was more than happy to. I crawled up to him, my logical brain not kicking in to tell me I was still wearing my thong. Sam didn't see this as an issue as he grabbed it with both hands, ripping the fabric and throwing it aside. My breath fluttered as I had never been so manhandled but I also was not hurt or afraid. If anything it made me more excited, feral almost. He grabbed my hips, lifting me, guiding his cock to my entrance. I bit my lip, anticipation making me internally quiver. He lowered me down onto his cock. I moaned, eyes rolling back as he pushed deep inside me. Gliding in with ease I was wetter than I'd ever been before.

He gripped my hips tightly, lifting again to move me exactly how he wanted me to. I moaned, his cock rhythmically pounding into me. The thing that turned me on the most was that Sam was using me like a sex doll. I didn't know it was a kink until watching his face scrench and relax as he lowered and lifted my hips. I placed a steadying hand on his sculpted chest. Moaning as he rose his hips to meet mine, the tip of his cock hitting my G-spot. I watched as he smirked. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, his smirk only making my walls clench around him. He held my hips high. His elbows dug into the bed as he kept me still. My eyebrows barely had time to furrow before his hips bucked to push deep inside me. I practically screamed, the pleasure erupting from me as he continued to use me. To fuck me deep and thorough.

"You're taking my cock so good," He praised his voice practically a purr as he whispered in my ear. I moaned, biting my lip to try to silence myself so I could hear him. "You like taking my cock?" He teased. I hummed a yes, quickly in response. My moans cascaded between us as he smirked. "Now lie down and take it good," He hissed, bitterness in his tone. He practically pushed me aside as he got up. I hurried to lie down, smirking and giddy. He smirked as he noticed my excitement. He lowered himself between my legs, soon lifting my right leg to rest on his shoulder. I gasped, a feral feeling washing over me as he pushed my hips into a new position and angle. He pushed into me, his cock delving deep inside me. Angles and pressure I've not experienced before. I put a hand over my mouth, a feeble attempt to muffle my moans. My eyes closed as they rolled to the back of my head. He chuckled dryly. Grabbing my wrist and moving my hand away from my mouth. Knowing he wanted to hear my moans and didn't care about volume control, I smirked. He smirked at me, holding my wrist as he brought my hand above my head, pressing my wrist into the mattress. I raised my other arm, allowing his large hand to push that wrist into the bed. Completely bound by him.

I bit my lip, his cock pounding into me, feral moans escaping my lips as his rhythm weakened me. I moaned loudly, my voice growing slightly hoarse as my orgasm grew closer. "Fuck, you're such a good girl," I practically screamed as he pushed deep inside me.

My orgasm tightened in my abdomen. He pushed my wrists deeper into the bed, pounding his hips into me with force and precision. His free hand found my throat, squeezing the side to restrict blood flow but I was able to breathe. My moans rolled through my chest. My orgasm panged, but my scream never made it past his hand as my orgasm peaked. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my walls clenched around him. He grunted, his pace growing sloppy. "Fuck, I'm going to cum so deep inside you," He groaned, riding out my orgasm until his cum spurted deep inside me. His hand tightened on my neck, air escaping me as he came so hard he fully choked me. It only set my orgasm to last longer. My head grew cloudy as he pushed deep inside me a final time.

He growled as he caught his breath, removing his hand from my neck and holding his weight up with his hands. I gasped for air as he rolled off of me and lay beside me. I lay, starstruck, assessing the sex and it was all amazing, the best I've had and probably the best I'll ever have. We fell asleep naked but I woke up alone.

I sat up to look around and moved my hair a little as I remembered all last night, I couldn't help but giggle. I looked over to the door as it opened and there he was. He smiled at me brightly. 

"Morning, I thought I'd get some things for breakfast. I really fucked it out of you last night," he explained as he set a bag down on the bottom of the bed as the sheets covered me. 

"Sounds great," I added as I sat forward, he smirked. He pulled some things from the bag and placed them on the bed. He had strawberries, sandwiches and chips. I smiled excitedly as I looked at the strawberries, he must have noticed because he opened them and held them out to me. I smiled brightly and took one, I noticed him watching my mouth as I ate it so I purposely bit into it slowly. He looked dazed making me chuckle. He chuckled before moving the bag and taking a seat. We sat eating the strawberries while he recounted his favourite parts of last night.

The strawberries were so sweet it really helped. I couldn't help but giggle but the way I was slowly eating them seemed to taint him. He grinned before moving the sheet aside and kissing me. I had flashes of last night as we kissed and it only made me want him more. 

The opening of the motel door made us stop instantly and look over, I quickly pulled the sheet over me again. A guy walked in and looked dazed. 

"Sorry, I'll-" he quickly turned away before clearing his throat and leaving. Sam didn't seem to react before going back to kissing. 

Last night couldn't have gone any better.

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pairing: soulless!sam x f!reader

CONTENT: SMUT, marking, daddy kink, choking, dacryphilia, s&m, unprotected piv, cum control, light degradation at the end

word count: 1.6k

a/n: takes place in the same week as crazy on you. valentine's day oneshot from this prompt by @iamasaddie. sorry it's not a pedroverse character! it fit this series too well to pass up, and i still wanted to participate 😭

Sam's dark hair brushed against your stomach as he ghosted his lips down your torso. Goosebumps rose on your skin from his feather-light touches, and you shivered. Sam glanced up and smirked at your reaction, then set to work on what he meant to do that night: cover your body in bruises that marked you as his, for the time being.

You moaned softly, pressing your head back into the pillow, as he connected his lips to the soft flesh of your stomach. He sucked and nibbled gently at first, but Sam could never be gentle for too long. He couldn't keep himself from biting down voraciously, scraping his teeth over as much skin as he could get his mouth around at once. You hissed from the sting and squirmed underneath him.

Sam ignored you, attaching his lips to your sternum and focusing his efforts between your breasts. He was making a trail for himself. A map of his favorite places on your body, the places he had found to be your most sensitive nerve endings.

Your breasts were certainly one of those places. His hair tickled your skin as he kissed up the side of your breast, and you giggled and squirmed again.

Sam flicked his eyes up to you and lifted his head to speak. "Stay still." He punctuated his command by holding your hip firmly, pushing you into the mattress.

"Sorry, sir," you said breathlessly. "Just... it tickles." You giggled again as his tongue darted out to tease your nipple.

"Remember what the rules are today?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Oh," you remembered. "Sorry, daddy." You smiled innocently at him.

Sam growled and returned to his efforts, licking and biting away at the soft swells of your chest, leaving pinkish-purplish splotches in his wake. You hummed with pleasure, reflecting the pleasant hum filling your body at his touch. One of your hands carded through his hair, holding him close.

At once, Sam jerked up and snatched your hand away, glaring down at you. You shrunk a little. You had forgotten another rule: don't touch unless given permission. You were supposed to be a pillow princess today, just lying there and taking whatever he gave you.

"Do I need to tie you down?" he sneered. "Or are you gonna be a good girl?" He cocked his head like an animal.

You gasped, a wave of arousal plummeting to your core. You loved the way he switched up just like that, like he was suddenly no longer pretending to be nice.

"I'll be good, daddy, I promise," you rushed. Your need for him skyrocketed with every twitch of his eyebrow and quirk of his mouth. You stilled your trembling body as much as you could, looking at him pleadingly.

Sam gave you a look like you'd better and bit down on your shoulder. His hair tickled in the sensitive crook of your neck. That, coupled with the feeling of his mouth on your skin, almost made you flinch away, but you managed to stay still.

You could feel his hard cock dragging against your thigh. You had to be good for him so he would give it to you.

Your other shoulder jerked into your jaw as Sam lightly ran his fingers up your neck.

"Oh- not fair," you whimpered as Sam raised his head to meet your eyes in a disapproving glare. "You did that on purpose."

"Seems like someone has no self-control," he said. The offending hand crept around your neck slowly.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it," you whined.

"You need to learn some control," Sam decided. The glimmer in his eye made you wish you had no reflexes and that you could lay perfectly still for him. But he had played dirty, which you were beginning to suspect was his plan all along.

Sam's hand tightened on your throat as he simultaneously pushed his cock into your dripping hole. You moaned raspily, at once feeling so full of him. You didn't think you'd ever get used to his size. He wasn't massive, but he was definitely bigger than the toy you usually used on yourself. And most other men you'd had the displeasure of sleeping with, you thought.

For a moment, you really couldn't breathe, and a tear squeezed past your lid. You stared at Sam desperately and were met with a look of apathy as he leaned his partial body weight onto your throat. He stayed like that, completely still, for what felt like minutes. He had a curious expression on his face, like an addict presented with his vice, fighting the temptation to give in. You found yourself wondering if he was actually about to strangle you.

Then he dropped his weight onto his elbow and began fucking you, hard and fast, keeping his hand around your throat. You heaved great breaths in but the force of his thrusts kept knocking the wind out of you. Tears fell freely now, but it was more of a reflexive bodily response again. You weren't exactly afraid, and you didn't know why.

Sam shifted slightly and then he was hitting a spot deep inside you that had you seeing stars. Your gasps became moans as pleasure began to build rapidly inside you. The hand at your neck applied slight pressure that had you feeling lightheaded, like you were soaring away on a cock induced out-of-body experience.

"I'm gonna come," you choked out, gasping and whining against his neck. The ceiling went blurry and your core tightened around him. "I'm gonna- oh fuck, daddy!"

You writhed in his grasp, and Sam once again met your eyes with a firm expression.

"Hold it," came the command.

Your eyes widened. "I can't! It's too much, oh fuck-" You arched your back into him, pressing your chests together.

Sam held your gaze, his strong hand around your throat directing your face toward him. "Do not come until I say you can, understand?" His face scrunched up and he groaned as your cunt clenched tightly around him.

You whined as he pounded into you, now focused desperately on your new task. Your face screwed up with effort as you tried to deny your body what it wanted so badly; what it was made to do. His cock bruised your cervix, hitting so deeply again and again. The blinding pleasure you felt was painful now as you struggled to hold off your incoming orgasm.

"Hurts," you whimpered, sobs beginning to overtake your body. "I can't do it anymore daddy, I can't I can't-"

Sam cut you off with a deep kiss, thumb loosening his iron grip to brush gently over your chin and wipe away the droplets accumulating there. "Shhhh," he soothed when he broke away, smiling in that strangely unfeeling way.

The knot inside you threatened to snap at any moment. Every muscle in your body was taut, ready for release. They shook with effort as your will overpowered them... for now.

"Please," you tried again, tears now streaming down your face.

“Baby, you know Daddy only hurts you because you look so pretty when you cry.”

A sob wracked your body. Your eyes began to sting as you blinked the tears out, letting them fall down the sides of your face, running into your hair, your neck, your ears.

Sam rewound his hand across your throat, applying the pressure that made you feel like you were flying. "Almost there," he cooed.

Your orgasm felt like it was about to explode through you, and you suddenly thought this might be how Mt. St. Helens felt before she blew her lid. Sam's thrusts became rougher, signaling that he was nearing his end as well.

He reached down with his other hand and started rubbing your sensitive clit, shifting his weight back to the arm holding your neck and increasing the pressure. You gasped as best you could and your hands flew down to wrap around his wrist before quickly letting go, remembering the no-touching rule. "I won't be able to- fuck, daddy, I can't hold it!" you cried brokenly.

"Good," Sam breathed, voice gravelly. "Come for me, baby."

You tried to relax at his command, and it only took seconds before your body took over, sending your orgasm roaring through you. You could see why he insisted you hold it, and not just to train you - the combination of his dizzying grip and the orgasm shaking your body almost made you black out.

A string of whimpers and moans fell from your lips as the overwhelming pleasure became almost painful, too much to bear. You became vaguely aware of the hot, liquidy feeling of Sam's cum seeping into you, but the pleasure rushing through you had wiped your mind of any thoughts or implications that might have.

You felt Sam pull out, and you blinked rapidly to clear the white fuzz clouding your vision. Your ears rang from the force of your orgasm. You turned your head weakly to the side, where Sam lay panting. He turned his head and looked at you, smiling without that unfeeling bullshit from before. You smiled faintly back, proud that you had brought some semblance of a happy feeling to him.

Sam leaned forward to kiss you, then pulled away, leaving your sweaty forehead pressed to the damp hair covering his. "Such a good little slut for me," he praised softly, making you shiver. "Gonna have more self-control, now, right?"

"Yes, daddy," you half-said, half-moaned, spent.

He smiled and snaked his arm across your waist to grab you by the hip and pull you into his arms. "Good."

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s6 ep6: You Can’t Handle the Truth

Soulless Sam Winchester

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Empty | oneshot

Bobby calls Dean to help you on your case. Unfortunately, Sam shows up instead.

PAIRING: Soulless!Sam Winchester x Reader

WORD COUNT: 2,246

WARNINGS: fear/intimidation, smut, spanking, rough sex, squirting, blowjob, cum swallowing… Sam’s a just dirty asshole

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It’s been a long day. Your case, much to your annoyance, isn’t something you can handle alone, and you hate the idea of having to ask for help. Fortunately, your dad’s always there to help you out.

He answers on the fourth ring.

“Hey, kiddo.”

You smile at the familiar gruff tone. “Hi, dad.”

“How’s that case of yours goin’?”

“Yeah… about that…” you sigh heavily and plop down on your bed, “I need some help. Turns out it’s a werewolf pack, and I can’t take it down on my own.”

“Nothin’ wrong with help,” Bobby replies, “I’ll call in Dean, last I heard he was in Lincoln, Nebraska, but he can speed on over.”

A shiver goes down your spine at the mention of the Winchesters. Dean’s a good friend and even better hunter, but Sam’s changed a bit too much since the first time you’d met him. You’d been sixteen when the boys had first come around, and Sam had quickly become a good friend.

Since he’s come back from Hell, however, you’ve had more than one run-in with him, twice before Dean figured out he was alive, and once after, during a hunt you’d teamed up with them on. He scares the shit out of you, but there’s a thrill in the fear, some dreadful spark of arousal that flickers in your belly when you catch him staring at your ass or tits for too long. 

“Not Sam, right?” you question. 

“Not if I can help it.” Bobby replies. “I’ll give Dean your number, he can coordinate with you. What motel are you at?”

“The Sunset Inn, just off the highway.” You run a hand through greasy hair. “Thanks for this, dad.”

“No problem, kiddo. Stay safe.”

You hang up and toss your phone onto the nightstand. You’re two days overdue for a shower, and you gratefully step under the warm spray, massaging shampoo into your hair and scrubbing your skin with your favorite body wash. 

When you step out, the light on your phone is blinking, signaling that you’ve got a text message. You open the text string to see a message from a phone number you don’t recognize. 

     > I’ll be at your motel tomorrow, late morning.

Tomorrow afternoon? Sounds a bit fast. You shake it off; maybe Dean’s closer than you thought.

     < See you then. Thanks for the help!

***

You wake up late the next day. You’ve missed breakfast, and you quickly dress before skipping down the street to the closest McDonalds to treat yourself with a fast-food breakfast. You miss your dad’s blueberry pancakes and fluffy eggs, but you get what you get when you’re on the road. 

You are goin’ straight home right after this hunt.

When you get back to the motel you don’t see the Impala. It’s almost noon, so you make a wild guess and assume that Dean’s still on his way. When you unlock the door to your room, however, your help is already inside.

Sam Winchester’s sitting on your unmade bed, long legs stretched out in front of him. He’s watching something on the TV, and he looks up when you go still in the door, eyes wide with shock. It’s been a few months since you’ve last seen each other, and that had ended badly.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you ask before he can open his mouth to speak. “I thought Dean was coming.”

“Dean’s busy.” Sam stands up, staring at you across the room. “I came instead.”

“What’s he busy with?”

“Not important.” Sam strides over to the table, where you’ve laid out the details of your case. “You gonna let me help you with this or not?”

You’re silent for several seconds. When you do speak, it’s not to answer Sam’s question. “I asked for Dean.”

“Well, you got me instead.” Sam smirks at you. “Come on, it’s just a couple days.”

“Does my dad know?”

“No,” Sam answers curtly, “why? What’re you gonna do? Tattle?”

You fold your arms. “I don’t like working with you.”

“Too bad.” Sam pulls a chair out and sits down, motioning to your case files. “Tell me what you got.”

***

Two incredibly tense days later, your case is done. You’re on edge for more than one reason; Sam is the first man you’ve been in close proximity with in a long time, and you can’t deny that your fear of him is turning into something else as well. 

If you jump into bed with him, however, the outcome definitely won’t be good. 

You’re packing when he comes back from a meeting with the local sheriff's department. He’s wearing his full suit and tie, and he stops by the table to sling his jacket over the back of the chair.

“You takin’ off?” he asks.

“That’s what it looks like,” you reply, deliberately avoiding looking at him. 

He chuckles, but it’s forced. He’s not happy about you leaving. “Thought you’d stick around a couple more days.”

“Nope,” you reply, “I’m going home for a bit.”

“Ah.” Sam loosens his tie and casts his gaze towards your half-packed bag. “You gonna tell your dad that I showed up?”

“I just wanna go home,” you retort sharply. “Can you just go? We’re done here, there’s no reason for you to—”

“Are we?” Sam paces closer, tossing his tie behind him onto the table. “Are we really done here?”

You swallow thickly. “Sam, I—”

“What?” He presses into your space and pulls the half-folded shirt from your hands. “I’ve seen the way you look at me. I freak you out, huh?”

“Yes.” Your answer is a soft whisper. 

“But I bet you’re thinkin’ about what I can do to your tight little body.” Sam brushes your hair out of your face with his index finger. “Been wanting to get my cock in your pussy for a while now… gonna give me a chance?”

You shudder with mixed fear and arousal. “I don’t know if—”

“If I’ll listen to you?” Sam cups the side of your head, his thumb under your chin at the top of your throat. “I won’t hurt you unless you ask me to. And,” he steps around to stand behind you, lowering his head so he can whisper into your ear, “I’m guessin’ you wouldn’t mind if I bruised you up a bit.”

You can’t stop the whimper that escapes your lips when his hand wraps around the column of your throat. “Sam…”

“Don’t worry,” he moves his lips over the shell of your ear, “I’ll leave ‘em where your daddy won’t see.”

That does it.

You turn around and let him bring you into a kiss that’s so fierce and rough it hurts. He grasps the hem of your tank top and tugs it up over your head as you rip the buttons of his dress shirt open. The rest of your clothing follows in a flurry of cotton and denim. When you’re naked, Sam turns you around while gripping the back of your neck, and shoves you onto the bed. You fall onto the mattress on your hands and knees, and he stands behind you, running his hands over the cheeks of your ass.

“Sweet little ass,” he comments, “should have it out more often.”

SMACK!

You’re about to reply when he spanks you, hard enough to make you cry out. The sting quickly develops into a burning ache that has your pussy clenching around nothing. “Fuck,” you finally gasp out.

“Yeah.” Sam palms the aching flesh. “Gonna mark you up real good.”

SMACK!

His next slap is harder, and you arch right into the sensation, knees sliding apart on the mattress. Sam chuckles with approval and raises his hand to deliver another blow.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

You cry out on each slap, legs shuddering as slick drips from your pussy. Sam lets out a dark growl when a clear string of it slowly descends to land on the covers below. “Christ, you’re a horny little bitch.”

Normally, you’d object to being called anything of the sort. Coming from Sam’s mouth, however, it’s positively sinful and only makes you want to be stuffed full of his cock even more. 

“Do I need anything?”

The question catches you a little off guard, but you shake your head. “Pill.”

“Good.” Sam moves up behind you and leans over to kiss your shoulder. His cock pokes the back of your thigh, and you rear back to try and get him inside you. “You want it bad, baby?”

You nod, whimpering. “Yeah.”

Sam scrapes his teeth over your skin, reaching down to sweep his cock through your folds. “Hold on tight.”

You barely have time to grab the covers before he’s pushing inside, groaning loudly as your wet heat swallows him. He bottoms out with three inches of his cock left to go, and you shiver as he gives a slow, testing thrust. He’s too big for you and he’s gonna fuck you anyway.

“Goddamn,” he growls, “sure you’re not a virgin?”

You shake your head. “You’re j-just… fuck, you’re so big.”

He chuckles darkly and wraps one arm around your shoulders, effectively caging you in underneath him. “Want me to fuck your little pussy ‘til you can’t walk?”

You shudder, arching your back and pressing your ass up towards his hips. “Yes.”

Sam shoves forward, not holding back as he starts to fuck you hard and fast. You cry out, and he buries his lips against your jaw, biting down to earn another squeal when you go quiet.

“Yeah.” Sam holds you tighter, using his entire body to pin you down. “You fucking like gettin’ used.”

You try to nod and fail miserably. Sam takes your answer for a solid yes and continues fucking you. His other arm slides down your body until he gets his hand between your legs. You stiffen and wiggle in his grip when he starts rubbing your clit, but he doesn’t release you. You’re trapped in a hot, sweaty cage of pleasure and you’re not escaping until Sam’s done.

“Sam,” you choke on his name as his thrusts grow harder, more punishing. The thick weight of his cock slides in and out of you, and you’re unable to focus on anything other than what’s happening between your legs. “Oh, f-fuck, yes-s…”

In answer, Sam bites down on your shoulder hard enough to make you whimper, arms giving out so that you slump down with your face turned to the side. He hasn’t stopped his incessant attention on your clit, and you spasm as a wave of heat washes over you. 

“Fuck!” You fight the urge to burst into tears of pleasure. “Sam, please, I’m gonna—”

“Cum?” Sam quickens his pace, roughly snapping his hips against your ass as you squeeze tight. “Do it. Cum on my cock.”

Your eyes roll back into your skull when you cum. Sam holds himself deep, only moving with quick little thrusts that nudge your sweet spot until you’re squirting on him. You scream into the covers, entire body quaking, and Sam bites down on the back of your neck to keep you still. It’s almost primal, the way he does it.

When you’re done and struggling for relief, Sam leans back, giving you space to breathe and recover. His cock’s still nestled inside you, and the insides of both of your thighs are wet with your orgasm. He lands an approving slap on your ass.

“Might have to keep you around,” he mutters, filling one hand with a globe of flesh as he rocks his hips. “Where do you want it?”

You swallow, raising your head from the bed. “Huhh?”

“Where do you want my cum?” Sam rolls his hips again, holding his cock painfully deep. 

You wiggle your hips. You’re too sensitive to have him inside you any longer. “In my mouth,” you finally gasp out, “cum in my mouth.”

Sam pulls out with a grunt and turns you around, fisting a hand in your hair and practically dragging you off the bed. You fall to your knees with a soft grunt, and then Sam’s pressing his cock at your lips. You open up, sucking him into your mouth and hollowing your cheeks. You can taste yourself on him, and you press your thighs together. 

“Fuck yes,” Sam breathes, gripping the base of his shaft as you suck on him. “I’m real close, baby, take it easy.”

You only speed up, desperately bobbing your head to take him deeper. Sam grunts when you stroke him, matching your pace as he starts to throb. His thighs shake, and he gasps a quick warning before spurting hot and thick into your mouth. You swallow it down, eyes locked on his face. 

“Shit…” Sam pulls himself from your mouth, shooting a white stripe of his seed onto your lips before jacking the rest off onto your throat and tits. When he’s done, you lean in to press a sticky kiss to the tip. “Goddamn,” he huffs, “wait right there.”

He goes to his bag and tugs his phone from the front pocket. Opening the camera, he paces back to stand in front of you. “Look at me,” he directs, and once your eyes are locked on the lens and he’s satisfied with the angle, he takes the picture. “Perfect.” He leans down to help you stand before pulling you into a kiss where he can taste himself on your lips. “Gonna save that one forever.”

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Champagne problems: Is love pain?

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader.

Summary: She wanted to get married, he wanted to break up. Or was it just a mistake?

Bingo: a evermore song - Champagne problems.

Genre: Lots of angst (the flashback is fluffy) - 4600 words

Warnings: Soulless Sam breaking the reader's heart, attempted suicide, mental health, depression, psychiatric hospitalization, toxic family, manipulation.

A/N: I'm not fluent in English, so a lot of mistakes can happen.

He entered the room next to Dean. As soon as your eyes met his, you felt your shoulders relax and remembered the feeling of having a heart again, it was beating like every time you saw him. It's amazing how Sam was able to restore the love inside you with just his presence.

You ran into his arms and hugged him, as tightly as you could, smelling his scent. Being close to him restored the good feelings that had long been lost and you finally allowed yourself to remember the day you had struggled to forget since he left.

The memory of the happiest day of your life has become the most painful in the last year.

"I can't believe you brought me here again!" You exclaimed happily. You were in the restaurant where he asked you to date. Since that night you've never been back.

It had been completely renovated, and you only recognized it by the shiny signboard with the restaurant's name and the gigantic fork at the entryway.

"I thought we could reminisce about old times. The food wasn't the best, but that night was incredible."

"I vividly remember you praising the dessert for days!" Sam made an offended expression, as if he was being accused of something he didn't do, when, in fact, they both knew that what you said was true. You laughed before continuing, "But I must agree, it was an incredible evening."

The food had improved and Sam was again praising the dessert.

"Why don't you order one more?" You asked when he'd finished eating.

"That's a great idea, but I have other plans."

"I know!" You said as you grabbed a napkin and wiped the remnants of chocolate from his mouth "We're going for a walk in the park."

"How did you guess?"

"Sam... Do you think I don't understand what's going on here? You're recreating our first date. You brought me to this restaurant, ordered the same food, the same drinks, the same desserts..."

"I forgot you're a smart girl" he joked " Let's go?"

The night was calm and silent. The sky was completely illuminated by several stars that shone incessantly next to the moon, which in turn reflected its beauty on the lake in front of you.

"It's such a beautiful night," you sighed, enjoying the silence and the warmth of Sam's hands in yours.

"Just like you" When you looked at Sam, his eyes were shining while he looked at you. The whole time he was admiring you.

"You're still that boy completely in love from that night."

"Yes, and in love with the same woman" He smiled. You always knew that this smile would one day be the reason for your breakdown. Seeing Sam smile gave you an inexplicable feeling of happiness, as if nothing else in the world mattered. As if there were nothing more beautiful.

And then you were finally in the field by the lake. Full of colorful flowers that looked the same under the moonlight, but you had a clear memory of what it was like to be here during the day. This place managed to be beautiful in both shifts.

Not as beautiful as Sam.

You watched him as he walked alone towards the flowers, just after asking you to wait a moment. His body was illuminated by the stars, standing out in the middle of the field of flowers, and exuded the essence of his romantic and ethereal nature. It was obvious to you that he was picking a flower, just as he had done so many years ago, a gesture that echoed his admiration for you.

It wasn't long before he came back, gently pushed your hair aside (which certainly gave you more goosebumps than usual) and put the beautiful flower in your ear. Now the two of you were smiling intensely at each other, not wanting this moment to end.

Sam brought his lips close to your cheek and kissed you gently a few times. He knew exactly how to show his love.

The thoughts that you didn't deserve this, didn't deserve all this love exploded in your mind, you were ready to push him away and ask him to go. He and his love made you so vulnerable and at the same time so happy, it scares you!

"This is where you asked me to date you" Instead of asking to go away, you tried to push the thoughts away and relive the memories of that perfect night "You were so nervous, but you managed to make me so happy."

"I hope to keep you happy for the rest of my life" His hands slipped into his pants pocket, pulling out a red box. Sam knelt on the ground, not caring that the grass would soil his jeans. You widened your eyes when you realized what was happening and thought you'd faint at any moment "I've been planning this for a while because I wanted it to be perfect. You're the woman I love and want to love forever, having you as my girlfriend for all these years has been the best thing that's ever happened to me, but it's still too little for me. Y/n, I want to put a ring on your finger, walk you down the aisle dressed in white, kiss you in front of everyone after the yes and finally have you as my wife."

"Sam... You can't do this" Your face was soaked with tears. There was little air in your lungs and you were dizzy, very dizzy. "I love you and what I want most is to spend the rest of my life with you, but..."

Sam was already prepared for any "negative" reaction you might have, because he had known you for many years and had fought with you to cure you of this feeling that you weren't worthy of any love.

He knew that proposing would bring back your traumas, the memories of your father beating your mother, your grandmother cheating on your grandfather and him threatening to kill her. You were in the middle of these failed marriages, but they always claimed that this was love.

For you, love is suffering.

That's why Sam made a point of reliving the day you first went out and started dating, because he knew it would bring you comfort.

"Y/n, sweetheart" He said, still kneeling down "We've talked about this, you do deserve to be loved, because love is nothing like what you've witnessed. You don't need to be afraid. I'll be here for you and I'll never make you suffer."

"I didn't want my champagne problems to spoil this moment, forgive me."

"You didn't ruin anything, don't worry, baby" He ran his hands through his hair before holding yours and looking into your eyes "So... Will you marry me?"

You took a deep breath and remembered all the happiness Sam had brought you since you were together. He was telling the truth when he said he would never hurt you, you're sure of that.

"Yes, Sam! I agree to become your wife."

He finally put the ring on your finger and pulled you into a slow, loving kiss. You spent the whole night leaning against a tree, sitting on Sam's lap as you told stories and exchanged many, many kisses.

You would marry the man you thought didn't exist. A romantic, respectful and extremely handsome man. You would marry Sam Winchester.

Now he is finally here. A year after he said yes to Lucifer and fell into the cage.

After Sam left, Dean went his own way and tried to have a normal life with Lisa and Ben. Even with the pain of losing his brother, he seemed happy with the life he was leading and you were happy for him. You had helped them on a few hunts before and you knew how hard this life is.

As for you, after Sam fell into the cage you distanced yourself from everyone, as you felt you needed to experience your grief alone. Your family tried to keep in touch, eventually calling to find out why you were missing, but you didn't give any information about the whereabouts of you and your fiancé.

Every night you missed Sam running his hands through your hair before you went to sleep while he told you about his last hunt, his kisses and his gentle touches. You felt like the best part of your life had been forcibly taken away from you and, what's worse, it would be forever.

You thought it would be forever.

You waited for him to hug you back as tightly as he could, move your hair away, hold your face and join your lips to his. You could finally tell him how much you missed him, but he didn't do any of that. Sam just stood there, looking at you as if that hug you'd dreamed of having again meant nothing to him.

"He's a bit confused, Y/n" Dean said "Sam spent a year with Lucifer, it'll take a while for him to get well."

"You're right. I'm sorry, Sam" You believe what Dean said. Sam needed a bit of space to understand and get over everything that had happened "I just... I missed you a lot."

Sam agreed before saying that he needed to go out and take a shower.

He was finally loving you again. It was a little rougher than it used to be, but you felt that it restored the connection between the two of you. Your bodies were giving each other pleasure and love.

Sam kissed you as if he desperately needed you, and you knew he was ready to continue.

"Baby, I'm tired," you said, pulling his lips away from yours to look into his face. You stroked his cheeks gently, feeling now that you needed that moment of cuddling after intense sex and after being without him for a year "We can just stay here for a while, talking and cuddling. I need this moment with you after everything that's happened."

"I'm not interested in doing that now, maybe later," he said. Sam's mouth met his neck where he left an intense, desperate bite. There would certainly be a deep mark afterwards.

You were a little disappointed, because you missed that love that for a long time was a fear and an insecurity, but after the marriage proposal it became what was most important to you. However, you understood Sam's side and realized that he needed to get his head together before being vulnerable to you again.

"You know, I was thinking, now that you're back, we can finally have our engagement dinner with my family. To celebrate our future marriage and your return."

"Anything you want, as long as you keep groaning underneath me."

In a mixture of uncertainty and displeasure, you found yourself giving in. You didn't know if it was blackmail or a way of looking sexy, but you spread your legs more and waited for him to be inside you again, even though you'd had enough.

You spent weeks planning the perfect engagement dinner. Sam's help was needed, but he wasn't willing to plan it, so you did all the work yourself and hoped he liked it.

Sam wasn't back to normal yet, after he came back from the cage he was no longer the sweet, romantic and cute man he used to be. Now he's cold and you constantly find yourself demanding his attention. Sometimes you felt selfish because you didn't like his attitudes and felt you needed to understand his side, because Sam had been trapped with Lucifer for a year, so it was inevitable that this would have affected his mental health.

But it was affecting yours too.

Before, you used to be very mentally unstable, every day you would wake up and wait anxiously for night to come, because sleeping was the only time you didn't feel pain. Sam was there for you, trying to cheer you up and rekindle your will to go on. You still regret putting him through so much pain when you decided to take your own life, but he was there holding your hand in the hospital and he looked after you like no one else had ever done.

You felt that sense of disgust for life coming back, but you couldn't count on Sam this time, not because he didn't care, but because he was already suffering too much.

"I'm so excited!" You said almost jumping up and down as you fixed Sam's tie "Wow... You look so beautiful, my love."

"I could say the same, if you let me show you what I can do with you in the bedroom."

You rolled your eyes, but immediately regretted it. Your displeasure shouldn't have been made so explicit.

It felt like Sam was constantly blackmailing you to get you into bed. You felt that sex was the only thing that mattered to him, that you were only there to satisfy his pleasures. Where's all that affection he used to give you? It was as if love was only coming from your side...

You shook your head, trying to dispel these idiotic thoughts. Of course Sam still loved you, he was just confused. Taking you to bed is his way of showing that he loves you, right?

"We have dinner waiting for us, Sam. We can save that for later." Sam didn't like that answer.

"You'd rather please your stupid family than me? I thought you loved me."

"I love you, I love you very much. But I planned our engagement dinner so carefully, I want to celebrate our wedding" You smiled, trying to calm him down, your hands now on his face, hoping he'd understand your side "We're getting married, Sam! Isn't that amazing? We'll be able to have sex as many times as we want."

Sam clearly wasn't convinced, but gave up arguing. You took his hand in yours and led him into the dining room, where your family was.

"Y/n!" Your grandmother shouted with happiness when she saw you "You look so beautiful in that dress!" She quickly pulled you into a hug "Sam, it's been so long" She came close to hugging you too, but Sam dodged. You were shocked by his reaction and your grandmother was extremely uncomfortable. He realized the mood he had left there and tried to make amends.

"It's great to see you again," he said, holding out his hand to greet her.

"I'm so happy for you, you're the cutest couple I've ever seen. I'm sure this wedding won't have any problems."

If she could see beyond appearances, she would know that you had a lot of problems. That you didn't know if you were happy anymore.

The doorbell rang and you ran to answer it, leaving Sam alone to greet his family. When you opened the door, you saw Dean standing there with a smile on his face.

"How nice of you to come, Dean! I've been waiting for you."

"I wouldn't miss it for anything, I've been waiting for this day for a long time. I brought this" He handed you a bottle of Dom Pérignon.

"Champagne! Thank you so much, Dean."

"A special night deserves a special drink."

Throughout dinner, your family praised your relationship with Sam, they recalled many moments between the two of you at family lunches. It was clear that everyone was happy with the news of the engagement, except for one person... The fiancé.

You asked everyone to stand up, because you had finally plucked up the courage to make the speech you had prepared.

"Sam and I really appreciate everyone's presence, it's very important for us to have everyone here to support and celebrate this new phase in our lives" You took a deep breath before looking at the man you wanted to spend eternity with, the man who had sworn eternal love to you "I never thought I'd get to this point of announcing to everyone that we're getting married. Since I met you, you've ignited a love inside me that I didn't even know was there. You brought happiness into my life and loved me just the way I am. I want you to know that I'll always be by your side, Sam, and I can't wait to wear a white dress and marry you." You smiled and dried the lonely tears that ran down your cheeks "I love you so much, love."

Your relatives applauded the scene and you hoped to see some trace of happiness in Sam. You expected him to declare his beautiful words of love to you or to tell you that he loved you too. He didn't, he just stood there with his disgruntled expression.

"Are you all right, Sam?" You whispered.

"Not in fact. I'm tired of all this drama. Of pretending that I care about you so that I can get you into bed, just because having sex with you is so fucking good." Everyone there was in shock at your fiancé's shouting. "I don't care about you, Y/n, and I don't even love you. I don't even know why I agreed to come to this shitty dinner with this family that thinks they're perfect when, in reality, they hate each other to the core."

"Sam... Stop it, please" you pleaded tearfully.

"What's gotten into you?" Dean shouted from across the dining room.

"You're so naive, Y/n. You were doing everything for me, thinking that at some point I'd reciprocate. How could you think I loved you or would marry you?" In a rage, Sam took off his engagement ring and threw it into his champagne glass "Enough of all this."

He slammed the door before driving off, starting his car and disappearing into the darkness.

In the meantime, one of the songs you'd made a point of putting on the playlist was playing in the background, as it was by Sam's favorite singer: Blue Suede Shoes by Elvis Presley.

"One for the money, to for the show"

"I wasn't ready for this, so I watched you go," you thought.

Your headache uncontrollably with so much information, your family kept telling you that Sam was a horrible man and that you'd find something better.

- He'd be a lovely husband if he wasn't fucked in the head," said your mother.

You couldn't stand there, in the middle of that chaos. Then, minutes later, you were kneeling on the street, your tears mixing with the rain.

You gave yourself to a man who promised to love you and never hurt you. You gave yourself to the man who broke your heart. Sam Winchester ripped your heart out of your chest and threw it in the trash.

Your depression has consumed you again. The gossip about everything that happened at dinner had spread throughout the city, because your family couldn't hold their tongues. Your mother offered you a room in her house for a few days until you felt a bit better, but staying there was the worst decision you could have made.

Every time someone saw you crying, you were told that you didn't have to be like that and that you would soon find someone better. Your cousin, who always liked to feel superior to you, told you that these were just champagne problems and everyone around you agreed with her. You just wanted to feel welcome.

After realizing that your family didn't care about your suffering, you disappeared. You changed your number, rented an apartment as far away as possible and let the depression take over.

One night, you did it again. It was 11:45 pm when the emergency phone rang and they heard your pleas for help. The paramedics rushed to try and rescue you, you were lying on the floor with deep cuts on your wrists and a pile of empty medicine bottles around you.

At the hospital, when you'd recovered a bit, they asked for an explanation. You had tried to take your own life again. The doctors talked to you about sending you to a psychiatric hospital. You were scared, but you accepted, because you knew you needed help and your family wasn't there for you... Neither was Sam.

How you missed Sam. The Sam who took you to that restaurant, made you smile and, at the end of the night, asked you to officially become his. The Sam who loved you as much as you loved him.

And now you're here, lying on a bed in a mental institution waiting for your next pill.

"Y/n, we're going to have a group therapy session to welcome the new patient, do you want to join?" One of the nurses asked. You were bored, so you agreed. 

You entered the room where the group therapy was to take place, arriving last. You sat down and waited for it to start, but as you looked around for familiar faces, the regret that you had agreed to come intensified.

"This is the new patient, Sam. We decided to do this session to welcome him, Sam is in an advanced state of psychosis and needs to connect with reality."

Sam looked terrible. The dark, deep circles under his eyes showed that he hadn't slept for days, he had several cuts on his face and hands and was clearly exhausted.

He wasn't paying attention to anything the psychologist or the other patients were saying, his eyes were fixed on yours. 

Sam wanted to hug you and apologize for everything that had happened, because he finally remembered all the bad things he had done when he was soulless. He knew about your psychological issues, but he didn't know that you had gotten so bad that you had to be committed to a madhouse.

You couldn't stand to stay in that room for another minute and ran back to your room. Two nurses came after you because they thought you were suffering from a depressive episode, and maybe they were right. At the height of your anguish, you threw yourself on the floor, letting out screams of pain and frustration that echoed off the walls. Your hands ran to your hair and you pulled hard as if you were trying to get the agony out of you.

The nurses acted quickly to contain your physical and emotional suffering, leading you to the bed and immobilizing you to prevent you from hurting yourself even more. It wasn't long before you felt the sting of the medication on your arm and a deep sleep consumed you.

Now you're face to face with the psychiatrist who usually sees you, she's interested in finding out what caused your latest episode.

"He's here... My ex-fiancé."

"That explains a lot. Are you talking about the new patient? Sam" You agreed "I don't know what the reasons were for him acting so rudely towards you, but I know you didn't talk after everything. I can take you to his room, because I know you still have a lot of questions."

"I'm afraid he'll shout those horrible things at me again, he doesn't love me..."

"That's your choice, ever since you got here you told me you wanted to have the chance to talk to him one last time, but if you don't feel ready for that, that's fine."

"Can someone stay close?"

"Of course, you won't be alone."

The walk from your room to Sam's was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere. Your hands were shaking and your dry mouth was a manifestation of your nervousness. However, you closed your eyes for a moment, took a deep breath and, gathering your courage, entered his room.

The nurse was waiting for you behind the door to give you both privacy, and she promised to keep an eye out for any warning signs.

"Hi, Sam," you said softly, almost crying.

"Y/N!" He came over to you and pulled you into a tight hug. It wasn't the same cold, unaffectionate hug he gave you the day you came back from the cage. There was affection in that hug, but you believed it was just your head sabotaging you to make you feel better. Sam then placed a kiss on your forehead before holding your face and looking into your eyes "I missed you so much."

"It was you who pushed me away. It was you who said you didn't love me, who humiliated me in front of my whole family! You're probably the reason why I'm here!" You pushed him away and tried not to speak too loudly so that the nurse wouldn't think you were having a fight and get you out of there before you finished this conversation.

"I know, but please calm down. Let's talk" He took your hand and guided you to sit on the bed "Y/n, when Castiel went to try to save me, he couldn't get me out with my soul. I came back, but my soul was stuck with Lucifer, until now."

"So you were acting like that because you were without your soul?"

"Yes, with my soul out of my body, there was no emotion left. I did horrible things that for a while I didn't remember. I constantly asked Dean what had happened to you and he never told me the truth, until one day I finally remembered. I looked for you to try to apologize, but I couldn't find you anywhere."

"Why are you here, Sam?"

"My soul is still being tortured by Lucifer. He was sitting there, laughing at both of us." He pointed to an isolated chair in the corner of the room, but there was nothing there. It wasn't psychosis, but Lucifer tormenting Sam.

"That's... Horrible. You don't deserve this."

"Dean and Castiel are looking for a way to cure me." Tears streamed down both your faces, you were suffering for different reasons, but you could understand each other's feelings.

"My family was right, I have champagne problems compared to this."

"Don't say that. Your family doesn't know what they're talking about." Sam's eyes were fixed on yours and you couldn't look away from those eyes that were so beautiful, but now so full of pain "Your problems aren't insignificant and I'm glad you sought help. I'm sorry for everything I did to you, Y/n. I promised I'd never hurt you, that I'd protect you forever, but look where it's gotten you! I hope that one day you can forgive me."

"Do you remember when we stayed in that old hotel and you said it was a madhouse in the 90s and I made a joke: so it was made for us?" You laughed at the memory "Look where we are now."

"You're right," he laughed with you. When you both stopped laughing, you looked at each other again "I've always loved you and I've never given up on walking you down the aisle" His lips were inches from yours and you couldn't wait another minute to kiss him again. It was a kiss that carried with it all the baggage of your intertwined emotions. It was hesitant at first, but soon deepened into a mutual search for solace and connection.

"I need to heal first, Sam. I'm not ready for this."

"I know, and I'm willing to wait as long as it takes. I won't give up on you, because you're the woman in my life."

"Life hasn't been fair to us, but I hope it repents and asks for forgiveness. I need to heal before I can forgive you, Sam."

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Imagine comforting Sam when he’s depressed (part one).

Pairing: Sam x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Depressed!Sam, Suicidal Thoughts, me projecting onto Sam, soulless Sam. TW don’t read if you’re struggling and can’t handle angst atm. My dms are always open to chat.

It had been a while since Sam had gotten his soul back. As his girlfriend, you were really concerned about Sam's mental state. He did so many terrible things while soulless. But it wasn't him. It didn't seem to matter to Sam. You noticed he hadn't been eating much over the past few days, and not to mention he's always plagued with nightmares. Sam was sitting on the motel bed, head in his hands.

"Sammy? You really should eat something, baby."

His head jerked up, realizing your presence. The way you stood in front of him, eyes filled with concern. You took notice of his red rimmed eyes, as well as the lack of sleep.

"Sorry, I just need some air."

He tried to stand from the bed, but fell back down. It must be affecting his body at an unhealthy level, if he couldn't even sit up without falling.

"Sammy, I know how it feels when you think everything is your fault. I know the world is pretty dark for you right now."

You sat next to him on the bed. Your hand finding its way through his hair.

"But you need to eat and drink and get some exercise. This isn’t healthy.”

Sam didn't know what else to do. He hated it when you got like this. Usually, he would have no problem telling you that he was fine, then leaving the room and going back to hunting. But he can't bring himself to do it today. He felt like giving in.

"Sam?"

Your soft voice snapped him out of it. He looked up to see you frowning. His face softened, seeing you worried. Your arm snaked around his waist, pulling him closer to you. You rested his head against your shoulder and began rubbing slow circles on his lower back.

"Hey. It's okay, Sam."

He looked at you, seeing tears pooling in your eyes. He quickly wiped them away before they could fall.

"I love you so much, Sam. Everything will be okay. None of this is your fault, okay?"

He felt guilty, knowing that he hurt you. He never wanted to be the cause of pain to anyone. He remembered the day he first came back, soulless. He had hurt you badly after getting in an argument. Sam had hurt himself over it multiple times, one cut, one bruise for every time he hit you. But it still wasn't enough, though the scars remained. You didn't know about his self destructive behavior yet. And he intended to keep it that way. What you don't know won't hurt you.

"Sammy?"

His gaze snapped back into focus.

"Hey, look at me."

He reluctantly met your eyes. You gently caressed his cheek, making sure he was looking you in the eye. You brought your other hand up to cup his chin.

"Don't ever blame yourself again. Okay? And tell me when you're struggling.”

You smiled at him, kissing his forehead. He leaned forward and gave you a hug, pressing your bodies close together. It was all he needed, to feel you close to him. Even if it made him feel slightly pathetic. You held onto him tightly, running your fingers through his hair.

"I don't deserve you, (Y/N)."

The words slipped from his mouth before he realized what was happening. You instantly pulled away, confusion evident in your expression.

"What are you talking about? Why do you think that?”

"I'm sorry. It's nothing...really."

You placed a hand on his shoulder.

"You can tell me, Sam."

You stared expectantly at him, waiting for an answer. It took a minute, but finally he decided to confess.

"It's just...I know it's selfish of me to say this, but I don't know if I should want to live anymore. I've done such horrible things to you, to Bobby, to Dean. I'm poison, (Y/N). I should’ve been left in the pit.”

"And how do you figure that? Because you're a monster? A soulless demon? That's bullshit, Sam. You aren't any of those things. Sure, you have your bad moments, especially lately. And sure, you make mistakes, like I know I do. But you're you again, Sam. And I love you."

Suddenly, Sam got up and excused himself. He didn't deserve this. He couldn't get too close to you.

"Yeah, um. I'm going out. Gonna go hunt for that Shapeshifter."

He grabbed his jacket and left, slamming the motel door behind him. He didn't want to let you see him breaking down like this. So he tried to hide behind a cold exterior and denial, to cover up his sadness. He hoped that it'll help him. And he'd take whatever he had.

(A/N: damn hit me right in the feels TT anyways hope you cried- I mean liked it.)

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sam Winchester/Reader Characters: Sam Winchester Additional Tags: Soulless Sam Winchester Summary:

Drabble challenge: #26 said by Soulless Sam.

26. “The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.”

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