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A Sweet Mishap - Chapter 9

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader

A/N: I just want to start by thanking everyone for all the love on this story so far. Here's the next chapter, I hope you enjoy. Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist.

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Leaning against the hardwood, I take a deep breath and swipe across to answer. “Hey, Superstar!” I say as the call connects.

“Merry Christmas, Darlin’. I’ve only got a few minutes before my mom starts wondering where I snuck off to, so this has to be quick-”

“I ain't giving you no quickie, Ackles!” I exclaim in a hushed voice, in mock offense.

“Come on, Darlin’. Don’t keep me hanging. Since you haven’t opened it yet I wanna hear your reaction. Please.”

“Alright. But in future, I deserve more than a quickie,” I tease.

“Of course. When I’m not hiding from family, I will give you my full, undivided attention for as long as you want,” he assures with a low chuckle.

“Good. I’ll hold you to that,” I say as I balance my phone between my ear and shoulder to free up my hands to peel off the tape. “Alright, I’m tearing off the tape now. When did you send this? Texas and New York are miles apart.”

“A few days ago, express. And to pre-empt you, no, I don’t expect anything in return. I just wanted to give you something.” I finish tearing off the tape and pull the flaps open an A4 sized envelope labeled with his management address sitting on top, I pull it out and set it to the side as I look beneath it. Obviously, hearing the rustling Jensen continues, “I’ll fight for you if you don’t want to sign that, but it will make my life so much easier if you do.”

“The NDA?” I ask.

“Yeah, I probably shouldn’t, but I trust you. I’m not gonna cut anything off or get upset if you decide not to sign. It’s mainly just in case I let anything slip about Supernatural or any other projects, I have to sign them all the time, but we’re human. Things slip with those we’re close to. So it’s more for the networks than me. I’m not that secretive about my life anyway. I’ll tell you anything about me, regardless.”

“What does this all mean, Jensen?”

“I like you, Y/N. I want to get to know you better. And eventually, maybe…if you’ll have me…”

“Jensen…I…This is a lot. But of course, I’ll sign it. I don’t wanna put you in a difficult position.”

Sensing the tension building, he attempts to lighten it, “I don’t mind difficult positions…” Before I can chastise him he continues, “Hurry up, look in the rest of the box. You can read the fine-print later.”

I oblige and reach back into the box. My fingertips run along soft fabric, I pull it up and out to reveal a stunning baby-blue summer dress with thin straps and little white baby breath flowers adorning the fabric.

“Jensen, this dress, it’s beautiful. It’s much too cold to wear it now, but I look forward to summer,” I tell him in awe. What I don’t tell him is that I had a very similar style dress when I was a little girl, and it was my favourite; I wore it until it was stained and torn and my mom secretly threw it away.

“I hope it fits, I had to take a guess. I saw it in a store in Austin and it reminded me of the shirt you were wearing under your apron that day. It’s probably not the height of fashion in New York, but I hope that one day you’ll come here and show it off in Texas. But if it’s not, you don’t have to-”

“I’ll try it on some time and let you know, but it looks like it should fit, as long as I don’t overindulge over the holidays on non-frozen meals. I can’t promise anything about Texas though…”

“One day, Darlin’. There’s no date to commit to. I know we haven’t known each other long…and infatuation or not…I just wanted you to know that I’m serious about how I feel, and about giving this…us…a shot. If you want to, too.”

“I…Jen-” I cut yourself off when you hear a female voice calling out his name and telling him to come help with grilling.

He clears his throat and says, “There’s no rush. Just take your time and if you feel the same, just sign that paperwork and send it to my management team. Merry Christmas.”

“Okay, Merry Christmas, Jensen.” I sit on the bed feeling confused by his instant change of tone. If he meant what he said, why turn so professional and impassionate? After a few minutes, my thoughts are interrupted by a gentle knock on the door. “Come in!”

“Sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt, but dinner’s,” Stella cuts herself off when she sees the dress, paperwork and my phone in my lap, and the sad expression on my face. She comes in closing the door behind her and sits on the queen-sized bed beside me. “What happened?”

I shake my head and stuff everything back in the box. “We can talk about it later. You were saying dinner is ready? Let’s not keep poor Nick waiting, it smells like he’s cooked us something delicious.”

“Fine, but you promised details. You’d better not hold out on me!” She warns, trying to lift the tension.

I stand up and lead her back down to the dining room where Nick has set the table with an array of enticing and beautifully aromatic foods. Once I sit down, I fill my plate with sourdough, roast chicken, yam, beans, mashed potato and top it all off with gravy. It’s truly a Christmas worthy feast, even though it’s only Christmas Eve. Knowing Nick though, he’ll manage to outdo himself tomorrow, somehow. We all devour the delicious feast quietly. The tension from the call slowly dissipates and I eventually fall back into harmony with my best friend and her fiance; sharing stories about our week and plans for the upcoming wedding, all to steer clear of the topic of Jensen and your potential relationship.

Once we’re all well and truly stuffed, we all help package up the leftovers and clean the dishes. Then, with a wine glass in hand – closely monitored by Nick – Stella and I laze on the couch while he plays Legend of Zelda on the TV. We’re both content to watch him while our food digests. But after a while my well-meaning-yet-nosy best friend nudges for those promised details. I sigh, but finally concede knowing I will feel better if I talk about it.

“He’s serious about us…About giving us a shot…as a couple. He wants me to visit him in Texas…” I divulge.

Stella instantly sits up straighter and claps her hands enthusiastically. “You said you feel the same right? You’re gonna go to Texas, after the wedding of course.”

“That’s the thing…He got strange before I got the chance…”

“Strange how?”

“He’s probably just nervous about how you’ll react,” Nick adds, multitasking with perfection. “This the same guy that drunk texted you?”

“He drunk texted you!” Stella exclaims with mock offense that she didn’t know the story.

“Last time I was here, after that concert. He was as drunk as we were…He sent me messages meant for his friend. And yeah, that’s the guy. Anyway, I’m probably reading too much into it. It’s just that he told me he was serious about us and then all of a sudden he turned all professional and hung up. It was like he’s hiding something from someone…maybe me or maybe his family, I don’t know. It was just weird.”

“Maybe he is. Maybe he’s not close with his family and doesn’t want any awkward questions. He’s waiting until he knows it’s real before letting anything on to his family,” Nick offers.

“Maybe…”

“Is that what you did with us?” Stella accuses as she stares at him pointedly, despite his eyes never straying from the screen.

“No, but we also moved very fast. Not that I regret a second.”

“Good, I don’t regret a second either,” Stella says happily before leaning back on the couch. “So, what are you gonna do? You’re gonna give him a chance, right?”

“...I guess I’ll do what he said…Fill out the NDA and send it back to his management team. Let him know I’m serious too. What’s the harm in giving us a shot right? I mean, apart from ending up in the media, getting hate mail online from his fans, and ruining both our reputations…”

“Y/N, he’s not Trent or Tyler, his name doesn’t even start with a T. You gotta get out there again sometime.”

“A J is just a T with a bend at the bottom…Plus, I’m perfectly content alone.”

“You’re third-wheeling our Christmas so you don’t wallow in your apartment in self-pity. You’re lonely, I can tell. Also, it depends on how you write it, leave the cross off the top and J is a completely different letter.”

“I just don’t want to rearrange my life for a guy who doesn’t feel the same again. I’ve already set myself back so far because I fell in love with guys who didn’t give a shit about me.”

“You don’t know that Jensen is the same. To me it seems like he’s chasing you. So, I think he gives a shit. look, I’m not saying to fall blindly in love with him, I’m just saving to give it a chance. Be as cautious as you want this time, just don’t shut yourself off. Also, I think you’re getting ahead of yourself…that dress did not look fit for the winter. That means he’s not expecting a visit until summer…”

“Yeah, maybe…”

“Okay, new tactic. Tell me about him, not his celebrity life, the him you know. Start with what made you text him back that first night?”

I take a sip of wine to quiet my racing thoughts as I think as reasonably as possible back to that night. It doesn’t take long for the reasons to come rushing in. I explain how I find him attractive, but not just in a physical sense, at an emotional level too. How he’s surprisingly easy to talk to, he didn’t get mad about the hot chocolate or paparazzi, how he seemed to notice me when nobody else has in a long time, how he seems down-to-Earth, how he’s willing to open up and listen. I tell her about our call when he pulled over to comfort me when I told him about the ‘T-wads’ as you unaffectionately call them.

Once I finish rambling, she brings you back to the present. “See? That doesn’t seem like a guy that doesn’t give a shit. There’s a lot of good there to work with. He could be your one, or he may not…but you’ll never know if you break it off before it gets a chance to bloom.”

I smile and nod as I think it over, considering my options. Eventually I say, “I’ll fill out the paperwork and send it after Christmas.” Then after a few minutes of comfortable quiet with just the beautiful Legend of Zelda soundtrack filling the space, I add, “And I want to invite him as my plus one for the wedding. I don’t know how it could work logistically, but I don’t want to dance alone…”

“There’s still Travis…you’ll have to dance with him once anyway since he’s my bestman…” Nick states matter-of-factly.

“What part of the ‘T-wads’ did you not understand? She’s not dating anymore guys whose name starts with that letter!” Stella retorts.

“She still has to dance with him though, even if it is just one dance…” He retorts with a shrug.

“Don’t worry, I’ll play my part as the maid-of-honor. I’ll do the formal dance, but after that…” I’m cut off by my phone buzzing. Hope bubbles up at the prospect of Jensen calling back to explain his off-behaviour but when I check the screen slight disappointment sets in; it’s my mother. I quickly brush off the disappointment and answer cheerfully.

“Hi Mom, Merry Christmas Eve!”

“Hi Honey, Merry Christmas Eve to you as well, although it would have been more merry if you had’ve come home.”

“I know, I’m sorry, but I told you, I have to help Stell with her wedding. A trip to Houston just isn’t in the cards right now.”

“You can’t avoid us forever you know? I really thought you would come back home after everything with Tyler.”

“Can we really just not talk about him right now, please? Anyway, I’ve made a life here. My best friend is here, my work is here and I told you I’m working on auditions and taking classes.”

“Not over Christmas you’re not.”

“No, not over Christmas. But I’m wedding planning at the moment.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll stop pestering. I am proud of you, you know? Making it on your own out there in the big smoke…Just hold on, your dad wants to say hello too,.” the line goes silent for a second and then my dad’s booming voice forces me to pull your phone away from my ear.

“Merry Christmas, Sweetie. We miss you. I made your favourite Christmas mince pie in your honor.”

“Awe, dad. I love you. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there.”

After painstaking explaining how to put the call on speaker, I chat to both of my parents for a few minutes. I tell them little snippets of my life in New York recently and that part of me does miss the warmth of Texas. As we talk, i’m careful to leave out any details that include Jensen, not wanting them to get over excited before I know if anything will come of it. I remember how overjoyed my mother was when I first brought Tyler home – “a good Texan boy” she said – so I know that she would be excited about Jensen too if she knew. I then understand Jensen’s off behavior and change of tone.

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✨ His second exception - Pt. 6/? ✨

Summary: The moment Ben found out you were pregnant was probably the happiest moment of his life. However, happiness proved fleeting. Now, he is faced with the aftermath of his shattered dreams. Of what is left of you, and what is left of him.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, Language, Ben being hurt, Reader being hurt, soft Ben, sad Ben, Ben loosing his shit

Word Count: 7171

A/N: This is the sequel to “His only exeption” - and Part 6 of "His second exception".

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

As two weeks passed, you still didn’t feel ready. At home, Ben was still nice to you, trying his best to seem patient, but at work, the team had to deal with the grumpiest Ben ever. Not only had you denied him trying for another baby, but after so many weeks without intimacy, he was barely holding it together. The last two days, just seeing you bite your lip in thought was to make him hard, even in meetings. Just like right now.

Ben gripped the armrests of his chair so hard, his knuckles turned white. He tried to focus on Butcher’s report about tracking down the supe who helped Homelander, but his gaze kept drifting to you.

You were engrossed in the meeting, your brow furrowed in concentration. Ben admired the way your hair fell across your face, the way your lips moved when you were deep in thought. His frustration and desire simmered beneath the surface, threatening to boil over at any moment.

Ben’s focus was entirely on you, and he didn’t register Butcher’s words at first. Butcher, growing increasingly frustrated, finally snapped.

“Oi, Soldier Boy, can you stop eyefucking her and start paying attention?”, Butcher’s voice was sharp and irritated, cutting through the tension in the room.

Ben’s eyes snapped to Butcher, his jaw tightening. “What did you just say?”, he growled, his annoyance bubbling to the surface.

Butcher crossed his arms, unperturbed by Ben’s glare. “You heard me. We need you focused. This isn’t the time for distractions”.

Ben’s grip on the armrests tightened further, the leather creaking under the pressure. He took a deep breath, trying to rein in his temper. “Fine”, he muttered through gritted teeth. “Fucking continue then”.

Butcher shot him a warning look before turning back to the rest of the team, resuming his report. “As I was saying, we’ve tracked down the supes who helped Homelander. They’re holed up in a compound just outside the city. We’ll need to move fast and hit hard”.

You could feel the tension radiating off Ben, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to focus on the meeting. You glanced at him, biting your lip nervously, and saw the raw frustration in his eyes. It was a reminder of the strain your relationship was under, and you felt a pang of guilt.

Butcher continued outlining the plan, detailing the roles each team member would play. Ben, still visibly tense, tried to pay attention, but his thoughts kept drifting back to you.

Frenchie eyed the two of you, sensing the tension radiating from Ben. He couldn’t help but grin slightly, though he tried to hide it. The situation was awkward, and the underlying issues between you and Ben were evident to everyone in the room.

As Butcher continued, Frenchie leaned over to MM and whispered, “Mon ami, it looks like Soldier Boy might explode any second now”.

MM glanced at Ben and then at you, nodding slightly. “Yeah, I noticed. Let’s hope he keeps it together long enough to get through this mission”.

Butcher wrapped up the briefing, emphasizing the urgency and danger of the mission ahead. “Alright, everyone, be ready to move out. No room for mistakes”.

As everyone stood up, Butcher cast a sardonic glance towards Ben. “So, you gonna bow down and join us for this mission?”, he asked sarcastically, a smirk playing on his lips.

Ben rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed by Butcher’s tone. He shot you a brief glance, his frustration evident but masked by a steely resolve. “Yeah, yeah, I’m in”, he muttered, nodding towards Butcher as he rose from his seat.

Butcher’s smirk widened slightly, but he didn’t push further. “Good. Just try to keep your head in the game, mate. We need everyone at their best”.

Ben clenched his jaw, suppressing a retort. He knew Butcher was right, even if the way he said it grated on his nerves. He turned to you, his eyes softening for a moment. “We’ll talk later”, he said quietly, his hand brushing yours briefly before he walked out of the room.

As the team dispersed, Frenchie approached you, a knowing smile on his face. “Tough day, eh?”, he remarked, his tone light but sympathetic.

You sighed, nodding. “You could say that. It’s just…complicated”.

Frenchie, sensing there was more to the story, dug a little deeper. “You wanna tell me why Soldier Boy is a ticking time bomb right now?”, he asked, his tone still light but with genuine curiosity.

You sighed, trying to find the right words. “It’s a bit complicated, Frenchie. Things have been…strained between us”.

Frenchie raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Complicated how?”, he asked, leaning in slightly.

You hesitated, not sure how much to share. “We’ve been dealing with a lot of personal stuff. It’s not just about the missions. It’s…everything”.

Frenchie gave you a knowing look, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “Well, you know, a nice blow job and a sweet pussy always ease a man off”, he said with a chuckle, clearly trying to lighten the mood.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his bluntness and elbowed him lightly in the stomach. Frenchie let out a playful grunt, rubbing the spot where you had jabbed him.

“Hey, just trying to hel,,” he said with a grin, but before you could respond, MM came back into the room, looking slightly annoyed.

“What the hell is taking you so long, Frenchie?”, MM snapped, crossing his arms.

Frenchie raised his hands in mock surrender. “Just having a chat with our friend here”, he replied innocently, casting a glance at you.

MM rolled his eyes and gestured for Frenchie to follow him. “Well, hurry up. We’ve got work to do”.

Frenchie gave you a wink before turning to follow MM out of the room. “Catch you later”, he said over his shoulder.

You waited for what felt like an eternity at the tower, diligently doing your work, but Ben and the team didn’t show up. Eventually, you decided to head back home, texting Ben that you would wait for him there. After a long, relaxing bath, you made dinner, hoping that he would walk through the door any moment. But as the minutes ticked by, Ben still wasn’t home and hadn’t texted you back.

Worried, you picked up the phone and called Annie, hoping to get some information about the mission. She answered on the second ring.

“Hey, what’s up?”, Annie asked, her tone light and friendly.

“Hey, Annie. I was just wondering if the mission is done. Have you seen Ben?”, you asked, trying to keep your voice casual.

Annie hesitated for a moment before replying, “Yeah, the mission wrapped up about two hours ago. Ben should have been home by now”.

Your heart sank at her words. “Thanks, Annie. I appreciate it”.

“No problem. If you need anything, just let me know”, she said before hanging up.

You put down the phone, your worry turning into frustration and concern. Where could he be? You finished cooking dinner, hoping that he would walk through the door soon, but as the hours passed, there was still no sign of him.

Eventually, you sat down on the couch, your mind racing with possibilities. You tried to keep calm, but the uncertainty was eating at you. You grabbed your phone again, staring at Ben’s number, debating whether to call him. Just as you were about to hit the call button, you heard the front door open.

Ben walked in, looking exhausted and disheveled. Relief washed over you, quickly followed by a surge of anger.

“Where have you been?”, you demanded, standing up and crossing your arms.

Ben raised an eyebrow at your tone, his expression darkening. “Come again?”, he said, his voice low and threatening. The undercurrent of tension was palpable, signaling that he wasn’t in the mood for confrontation and didn’t appreciate your disrespectful tone.

But you weren’t backing down. The worry and frustration that had built up all evening surged to the forefront. “I said, where have you been?”, you repeated, your voice firmer. “I’ve been worried sick, Ben. The least you could have done is texted me”.

He took a step closer, his eyes narrowing. “I needed some time alone. Do I need to fucking ask for permission now?”.

“No, you don’t need permission. But I deserve to know if you’re okay, especially after a mission. We’re supposed to be a team, Ben. You can’t just disappear without a word”.

Ben’s jaw tightened, and he took a deep breath, trying to rein in his temper. A lot of words hung on his tongue right now, each one worse than the other as he watched you. You had been testing his patience for weeks, and now here you were, causing a scene and muttering about being a team when everything you had done over the last weeks seemed to exclude him and his feelings.

“You want to talk about being a team?”, he growled, his voice barely controlled. “Where was the teamwork when you shut me out for the past weeks? When you acted like I wasn’t going through this too?”.

Your eyes widened, the harshness of his words hitting you hard. “Ben, I wasn’t trying to shut you out. I’ve been struggling to cope with everything that happened.. I thought..we talked about that already”, you said, your voice wavering.

He scoffed, taking another step closer. “And you think I haven’t? You think it’s been easy for me to watch you pull away, to feel helpless while you push me out of your life? I needed you too, but you were too wrapped up in your own pain to notice”.

Tears welled up in your eyes, the guilt and frustration overwhelming. “I didn’t mean to, Ben. I’ve been trying to deal with it all, but it’s been so hard”.

Ben’s anger boiled over, his voice rising to a yell. “Don’t you dare start crying now!”, he shouted, his frustration and hurt pouring out. “I’ve given you everything! I’ve done everything for you, tried to change, become a better person for you, and what do I get in return? Fucking nothing!”.

You flinched at his words, the sheer intensity of his emotion crashing over you like a wave. The tears that had welled up in your eyes spilled over, but you tried to hold yourself together. “Ben, please”, you pleaded, your voice trembling. “I never meant to make you feel this way. I’m just so lost right now”.

Ben’s hands clenched into fists at his sides, his knuckles white with the force of his grip. “And you think I’m not? You think this hasn’t torn me apart too? Every day, I wake up hoping things will get better, that you’ll let me in, but you keep pushing me away!”.

You took a deep breath, trying to find the words to reach him. “Ben, I know you’re hurting too, and I’m so sorry for shutting you out. I’ve been drowning in my own grief, and I didn’t know how to let you in”.

His eyes blazed with pain and frustration as he snapped, “It was my baby too! It was all I ever wanted, you and a bunch of kids. Losing our baby was just as bad for me as it was for you, but drowning in grief and living in a shell isn’t the right way to deal with it”.

You could see the raw emotion in his eyes, and it broke your heart. “I’m sorry, Ben”, you whispered, your voice trembling.

He shook his head, his frustration evident. “Two weeks ago, you were so close to letting me back in, but these last two weeks, you’ve been retreating into your shell again. I can’t fucking take it anymore”.

Tears kept streaming down your face, but Ben’s anger was too strong to soften like he always did when you cried. His frustration had reached a boiling point, and he couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Every time I try to be there for you, to pull you out of that dark place, you just retreat further”, he continued, his voice raw with emotion. “I’ve tried to be patient, to give you space, but it feels like I’m the only one fighting for us!”.

You choked back a sob, struggling to find the right words. “I know, Ben. I know I’ve been shutting you out, but it’s not because I don’t love you. I do. I’m just so scared of losing you, of losing everything again”.

His expression softened just a fraction, but his anger was still palpable. “You’re not going to lose me”, he said through gritted teeth. “But if you keep pushing me away, you’re going to make that fear a reality”.

You reached out, grabbing his hands despite their clenched state. “I don’t want that”, you pleaded.

He looked down at your hands, your touch grounding him, but his eyes remained fierce. “Then stop fucking running away from me. Stop shutting me out. Let me in, completely”.

You nodded, your tears still falling.

It took a while before Ben finally gave in. His heavy sigh echoed in the room, a release of some of the pent-up frustration and pain he had been holding onto. Slowly, he laid his arms around your smaller frame, pulling you close and pressing you against him.

You felt his body relax slightly as he held you, the tension between you starting to ease just a bit. The warmth of his embrace provided a small measure of comfort, and you buried your face in his chest, your tears soaking into his shirt.

“I’m sorry, Ben”, you whispered, your voice muffled against him. “I’ll do better. I promise”.

He rested his chin on the top of your head, his breath warm against your hair. “I just want us to be okay”, he said softly, the anger in his voice replaced by a deep, weary sadness.

You swallowed hard, sniffing against his chest. You stood like that for a while, the weight of your emotions finally starting to lift. After a few moments, Ben loosened his grip around you, pulling back slightly.

“I need to shower”, he mumbled, his voice still heavy with the remnants of his earlier frustration.

It was only then that you truly noticed the state he was in. His suit was covered in blood, and even his face had smudges of it. You hadn’t realized how intense the mission had been, too caught up in your own worry and the confrontation between you.

“Ben, you’re covered in blood”, you said softly, your eyes wide with concern.

He nodded, his expression weary. “Yeah, it was a rough one. I didn’t want to bring it up before”.

You reached out, gently touching his arm. “Go shower. I’ll get dinner ready”.

Ben walked away towards the bathroom, and you made your way back to the kitchen where you had stopped preparing food earlier. As you resumed your task, the weight of Ben’s words hung heavily in your mind. The lasagna was soon in the oven, and you found yourself staring at the oven door, lost in thought.

Seeing Ben so vulnerable and hurt broke your heart. You knew he was suffering too after what happened to your baby, but you hadn’t fully grasped the extent of his pain until now. The realization that he didn’t know what to do anymore was overwhelming. You had been so wrapped up in your own grief that you hadn’t considered how deeply it was affecting him.

You knew you had been pretty selfish, and guilt gnawed at you. Ben had been trying so hard to hold everything together, to be strong for both of you, and you had been pushing him away. You realized that if you didn’t start to push yourself to heal, for his sake and for the sake of your relationship, you might lose him.

Taking a deep breath, you resolved to be more present, to let Ben in, and to work through your grief together. It wouldn’t be easy, but you loved him too much to let this pain tear you apart.

When the lasagna was done, you set the table, the normalcy of the routine offering a small comfort. As you heard the bathroom door open, you turned to see Ben entering the kitchen, dressed in fresh clothes, looking slightly more at ease.

“Dinner’s ready”, you said, offering him a small smile.

He returned the smile, though it was tinged with weariness. “Smells good”, he said, taking a seat at the table.

You served the lasagna, and for a few moments, the silence was filled with the clinking of cutlery and the warmth of the shared meal. After a while, you gathered your courage to speak.

You sat on the chair cross-legged, idly pinching at your lasagna with your fork. The weight of the moment pressed on you, making your heart race. Finally, with a deep breath, you gathered your courage.

“Ben”, you began hesitantly, your voice shaking slightly. “I was thinking… maybe we could try again tonight”.

Ben paused, his fork halfway to his mouth. He looked at you with a mixture of surprise and concern. “You mean… sex?”, he asked, his voice cautious.

You nodded, feeling a lump form in your throat.

Ben nearly choked, a torrent of emotions running through him. His gaze was intense, making you blush under its weight. He set his fork down, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Listen”, he began, his voice rough with emotion. “My outburst earlier… it wasn’t just about the missing sex. Sure, that’s a part of it, but it’s more than that. It’s about feeling disconnected, about us not being us”.

You nodded, your throat tightening. “I know that, Ben”, you whispered, your voice barely audible. “But still, I want to try. I know it’s about time”.

He leaned back slightly, studying you. His eyes softened, filled with a mix of hope and hesitation. “Are you sure?”, he asked, his voice tender. “I don’t want you to push yourself to that just for my sake”.

“I’m sure”, you replied, though your heart pounded in your chest.

Ben eyed you skeptically, a flicker of uncertainty still in his eyes. He cleared his throat and tried to lighten the mood with a hint of his usual humor. “You know, if we’re doing this, I might need to remind you where everything goes”, he said with a small smirk, his attempt at a dirty joke making the tension in the room shift slightly.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, a mix of amusement and embarrassment washing over you. “Ben, seriously”, you said, trying to keep a straight face but failing. “I’m sure. I want to do this. For us”.

His smirk softened into a genuine smile, though his eyes remained earnest. “Alright”.

Ben continued eating, though his eyes lingered on you, filled with a mix of hope and longing. The rest of the dinner passed in quiet contemplation, each of you lost in your own thoughts. When he finished his food, you began cleaning the dishes while Ben poured two glasses of whiskey.

Without a word, he approached you from behind, his movements slow and deliberate. As you dried your hands, you felt his presence close behind you, the warmth of his body radiating through the thin fabric of your shirt. He held one glass in front of your face, his arm brushing against yours.

“Here”, he murmured, his voice low and intimate.

You took the glass from him, your fingers brushing against his. The simple touch sent a shiver down your spine, a reminder of the connection you shared. You turned slightly, your back still to him, and took a sip of the whiskey, the warmth of the liquor spreading through your chest.

Ben leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “You ready?”, he asked softly, his voice a mix of concern and anticipation.

You nodded, feeling a rush of nervous excitement. “Yes”, you whispered, your voice steady.

He took your hand, guiding you back to the bedroom. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation, every movement deliberate and filled with meaning. He set his glass down on the nightstand and helped you do the same.

Ben’s hands moved to your waist, his touch gentle but firm. He turned you to face him, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. Seeing none, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, tender kiss.

The kiss deepened, his tongue slowly moving into your mouth as his hands wandered to the hem of your shirt. He lifted the fabric gently, breaking the kiss just long enough to pull it over your head and toss it aside. His hands caressed your bare skin, sending shivers down your spine.

Ben’s touch was careful, reverent, as if he was rediscovering you for the first time. His fingers traced the curve of your waist, moving up to your ribs and finally resting on your breasts. He paused, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation.

You nodded slightly, giving him the reassurance he needed. He leaned in again, his lips finding yours in another deep, passionate kiss. His hands continued their exploration, his touch igniting a fire within you that had been dormant for too long.

You carefully pulled off Ben’s shirt, your fingers trembling slightly as you revealed his toned chest. You bit your tongue in concentration, your eyes taking in the sight of his muscles tensing under your touch. His skin was warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the cool air of the room.

Ben watched you with a mix of tenderness and desire, his hands resuming their exploration of your body. He cupped your breasts gently, his thumbs brushing over your sensitive skin, eliciting a soft moan from your lips. The sound seemed to ignite something in him, his kisses growing more fervent as he trailed them down your neck.

His hands continued to move, tracing the curves of your body with a touch that was both familiar and thrillingly new. You felt a rush of warmth between your thighs, a longing that had been buried beneath layers of grief and fear now coming to the surface.

As his kisses reached your collarbone, you let out a shaky breath, your fingers digging into his shoulders for support. “Ben”, you whispered, your voice filled with a mixture of need and uncertainty.

He paused, lifting his head to look at you, his eyes dark with desire but softened by a deep, abiding love. “Are you okay?”, he asked, his voice husky but gentle.

You nodded, your heart pounding. “Yes”, you whispered. “I want this. I want you”.

Ben’s lips curved into a small, cocky smile as he whispered, “You’ll get everything you want”.

With a tender strength, he gently lifted you up, placing you on the bed. His movements were slow and deliberate, as if savoring every moment of closeness. He hovered above you, his body a protective presence, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race even faster.

“You’re so fucking beautiful”, he murmured. He lowered himself slowly, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both passionate and gentle. His hand moved to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin.

As he deepened the kiss, his other hand resumed its exploration, tracing the lines of your body with a reverence that made you feel cherished. His lips left yours to trail down your neck once more, each kiss sending shivers of anticipation through you.

When he reached your breasts, he paused, his eyes flicking up to meet yours for a moment before he continued. His mouth was warm and insistent, his tongue teasing your sensitive skin, drawing soft moans from your lips.

You arched into him, your body responding instinctively to his touch. Your hands tangled in his hair, fingers threading through the soft strands as you whispered his name, "Ben", the sound filled with a mix of longing and need.

Ben’s touch became more insistent, his mouth working its way across your skin, leaving a trail of warmth and desire in its wake. His hands roamed over your body, exploring every curve, every inch of you with a tenderness that contrasted with the intensity of his desire.

His lips moved lower, kissing a path down your stomach, each touch making your breath hitch. As he reached the waistband of your pants, he looked up at you, his eyes dark with hunger but filled with care. "Are you sure?", he asked softly, his voice barely more than a whisper.

"Yes, Ben. I'm sure".

With a slow, deliberate movement, he slid your pants down, discarding them to the side. He took a moment to admire you, his gaze sweeping over your body with a reverence that made you feel both vulnerable and cherished.

He leaned down again, his lips brushing over your thighs, his breath warm against your skin. You could feel the tension building inside you, a mix of nerves and excitement as he moved closer to your most intimate place.

"Trust me", he whispered, his voice a soft promise. "I’ll take care of you".

You nodded again, unable to find your voice, your body trembling with anticipation. Ben's touch was gentle but firm, his hands steady as he continued his exploration, his mouth following the path of his hands.

Every kiss, every caress, was a reminder of the connection you shared, the love that had brought you back together. As he moved lower, you felt a wave of warmth and desire wash over you, your breath coming in shallow gasps as you surrendered to the moment, letting go of your fears and embracing the love you felt for him.

Ben’s lips hovered just above your wet clit, the heat from his breath adding to the intoxicating anticipation. You could feel him trembling slightly, the restraint he was showing only heightening your own arousal. He paused for a moment, savoring the tension between you, before slowly lowering his lips to your heated center.

His first contact was a feather-light brush of his lips, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. Your hips instinctively arched towards him, seeking more of his touch. Ben responded by pressing his mouth more firmly against you, his tongue flicking out to taste you. The sensation was electric, a mix of tenderness and raw desire that made your breath catch in your throat.

Ben’s tongue moved in a slow, deliberate pattern, tracing circles around your clit with exquisite precision. Each touch was gentle, calculated to draw out your pleasure, to build it slowly and relentlessly. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading them wider, giving him full access to your most sensitive areas.

You could feel every flick, every lap of his tongue as if it were amplified, sending waves of pleasure radiating through your entire body. His fingers joined the exploration, sliding along the folds of your skin, dipping inside just enough to make you gasp and push against him.

Ben’s movements grew bolder as he sensed your mounting pleasure. His tongue swirled directly over your clit now, applying a slight pressure that made your body jerk in response. The room was filled with the sound of your heavy breathing and the wet, slick noises of his mouth working tirelessly.

He alternated between sucking gently on your clit and flicking it with his tongue, each switch driving you closer to the brink. You reached down, your fingers tangling in his hair, urging him on, your movements desperate and unrestrained.

“Ben, I’m—”, your voice broke off into a moan as he intensified his efforts, sensing you were on the edge. His tongue lashed with a purpose now, fast and focused. His fingers moved inside you rhythmically, mimicking the actions of his tongue, pushing you further into a spiral of ecstasy.

The climax built within you like a storm, tension swirling, tightening until it was unbearable. And then, with a final, skillful flick of his tongue coupled with a deep curl of his fingers, you shattered. The orgasm crashed over you in waves, a crescendo of overwhelming sensations that left you breathless and quaking. Ben continued his ministrations through it all, his mouth and fingers working to prolong your pleasure, milking every last shudder from you.

As the waves finally began to recede, leaving you spent and gasping, Ben eased off, planting soft kisses on your inner thighs, then up your body, each one a gentle affirmation of his care and affection. He met your gaze, his own eyes dark with desire but also glowing with love.

“How are you feeling?", he whispered, his voice husky with his own arousal, yet filled with concern for you.

“Amazing”, you managed to say, the word a breathy sigh. You pulled him up to meet your lips, kissing him deeply, tasting yourself on him, the flavor mingling with the deep, musky scent of his skin.

Ben’s hands caressed your face gently as he kissed you back, his body pressing down into yours, his erection hard against your thigh, reminding you of his own need still unmet. But in this moment, it was about connection, about reaffirming the bond that had been tested but was now growing stronger.

Without more words, Ben quickly shed the rest of his clothes, his movements filled with urgency and desire. He hovered back above you, his eyes locked onto yours, filled with an intense mix of love and longing.

As he positioned himself between your thighs, he leaned down, brushing his lips against yours in a tender kiss. “Are you ready?”, he whispered.

You nodded, your breath catching in your throat.

Ben smiled softly, a hint of relief in his eyes. He reached down, guiding himself to your entrance, pausing for a moment to let the anticipation build. His gaze remained fixed on yours, searching for any sign of hesitation.

You bit your lip, nodding again to reassure him.

Ben began to push inside you, moving inch by inch with an almost agonizing slowness and gentleness. The sensation was a mix of pleasure and pain as he stretched you, your body adjusting to his size. You felt every inch of him, the overwhelming feeling of being filled after such a long time.

Ben’s eyes were locked onto where your bodies connected, watching intently as he slid into you. His breath was ragged, the sight and sensation of you wrapped around him again almost too much to bear. He paused every few moments, giving you time to adjust, ensuring that you were comfortable.

“You’re so tight”, he whispered, his voice filled with awe and desire. “I missed this so much”.

You could feel the tension in his body, the restraint it took for him to move slowly, to be gentle. His muscles were taut, his need evident in every tremor of his body.

You shuddered at the intensity of the sensation, causing Ben to pause, concern flickering in his eyes. “You okay?”.

You nodded, urging him to continue. “Yes, I’m okay. Please, Ben, don’t stop”.

Taking a deep breath, Ben resumed his slow, careful movements, inching deeper inside you. As he finally filled you completely, you couldn’t help but jerk slightly backward at his last, rough thrust. The suddenness of it made you whimper softly as he hit a spot too deep, too hard.

Ben immediately noticed your reaction and froze. “Did I hurt you?”, he asked, his voice strained with the effort to remain gentle.

You shook your head quickly, not wanting him to feel guilty. “No, it’s okay. Just…take it slow”.

He nodded, his eyes filled with determination to make this as good for you as possible. He pulled back slightly, then pushed in again with a gentler thrust, making sure to watch your face for any sign of discomfort.

Still, the size of him was always way too much for you, and after so many weeks without sex, it was even more difficult to handle. As he pushed slowly inside you, you pressed your lips together, trying to silence your whimper, but your nails digging into his forearms betrayed your discomfort.

Ben’s eyes were locked on your face, his expression a mix of concentration and concern. “I can stop”, he murmured, his voice strained, but you shook your head quickly.

“Please, don’t”, you whispered back, your voice trembling. “Just… give me a moment”.

He nodded, his eyes filled with understanding. Carefully, he pulled out, the sensation making you gasp softly. He paused, gathering some spit and coating his dick with it, hoping to ease the way for both of you.

Ben looked back at you, his expression tender. “Ready to try again?”, he asked.

You nodded, your body already missing the connection.

Slowly, he positioned himself again, pushing inside you with the same deliberate care. The added lubrication made it easier, and though the initial stretch was still intense, it was more bearable this time. He moved slowly, giving you time to adjust, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Is this better?”.

You nodded, biting your lip as you felt the pleasure begin to build. “Yes, much better”, you whispered, your hands moving to grip his shoulders, your nails lightly grazing his skin.

Ben’s eyes remained locked on yours as he murmured, “Good”. He took a moment to adjust, finding a rhythm that felt right for both of you. His movements were slow and deliberate at first, his hips gently rocking against yours. The sensation was a delicate balance between pleasure and the need to accommodate his size.

As he continued, Ben’s hands roamed your body, his touch both reassuring and arousing. He caressed your sides, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin, moving up to cup your breasts and gently knead them. The feel of his hands on your body, combined with the steady, intimate rhythm of his thrusts, sent waves of pleasure coursing through you.

With each gentle push, you could feel the initial discomfort giving way to a growing sense of pleasure. Your body adjusted to him, and the friction between you began to build a sweet tension. Ben’s breathing grew heavier, matching the increasing tempo of his movements. He leaned down, his lips finding yours in a tender kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hips moved in a steady, controlled rhythm.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into you. The new angle intensified the sensations, making you gasp with each thrust. Ben responded to your reaction, his movements becoming slightly more urgent, yet still controlled. He was attentive, watching your face for any signs of discomfort, ensuring that you were both in sync.

The connection between you deepened with every thrust, every touch, and every kiss. Ben’s hands returned to your hips, gripping you firmly as he drove himself into you with a measured pace.

For Ben, this moment was overwhelming. He needed to hold onto himself to not come right away. He had missed this intimacy, this connection, so much that the sensations threatened to overtake him. Unable to remain quiet, he pressed his face against your neck, kissing your skin to muffle his groans as you kept clenching around him.

His breath was hot against your neck, and the feeling of his lips and tongue on your skin added to the waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Each kiss, each gentle bite, sent shivers down your spine, intensifying the sensation of him moving inside you.

Your nails raked down his back, leaving faint red lines in their wake. His grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh as he fought to maintain control.

“You feel so good”, he murmured against your neck, his voice thick with need. “So fucking perfect”.

His words sent a thrill through you, your own pleasure building with each thrust. You could feel the tension coiling in your lower belly, the familiar signs of an approaching climax. Ben sensed it too, his movements becoming more urgent, yet still controlled, determined to bring you to the peak of pleasure before he allowed himself to let go.

“Ben”, you gasped, your voice trembling with the intensity of the sensations. “I’m so close”.

His response was a low, guttural sound, a mix of a growl and a moan. He lifted his head to look at you, his eyes dark with desire. “Let go, baby”, he urged, his voice a rough whisper. “Come for me”.

In that moment, Ben knew for certain that no one could ever give him what you gave him. The connection, the depth of emotion, and the raw intensity were things he had never experienced with anyone else. His heart swelled with a mix of love and desire, and he felt an overwhelming need to be with you, completely and utterly.

As he urged you to let go, your body responded to his words, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until it finally snapped. Your climax hit you with the force of a tidal wave, your body shuddering beneath him. You cried out his name, your nails digging deeper into his back.

The sensation of you clenching around him, the way your body trembled with pleasure, pushed Ben over the edge. He thrust into you one last time, deeply, as his own release overtook him. His groan was low and primal, his body shuddering as he emptied himself inside you, his grip on you tightening.

You knew that his tight grip would leave new bruises, but right now you didn’t mind. The intensity of the moment, the depth of the connection, overshadowed any discomfort. You felt that his climax was as strong as yours after such a long time without sex, so you didn’t criticize him for his control slipping slightly.

But as his grip grew stronger on your hipbone, you winced uncontrollably. Ben noticed immediately and relaxed his hold, his fingers gently brushing over the spot he had gripped too tightly.

“Sorry”, he murmured.

You didn’t respond with words. Instead, you pulled him close, pressing your lips to his with a renewed intensity. Your fingers tangled tightly in his hair, holding him to you as if afraid to let go. The kiss conveyed everything you felt—the love, the forgiveness, the need to reconnect.

Ben responded immediately, his own arms wrapping around you, pulling you even closer. The kiss deepened, filled with a passion that spoke of the weeks of longing and unspoken emotions. It was as if you were both trying to pour everything you had into that moment, to make up for lost time.

When you finally broke the kiss, both of you were breathing heavily, foreheads resting against each other. You could see the raw emotion in his eyes, a mirror of what you felt inside.

“I love you”, you whispered, your voice trembling with sincerity.

“I love you too”, he replied, his voice equally filled with emotion. “More than anything”.

You lay there in each other's arms, the world outside fading away. In that moment, it was just the two of you, united in your love and commitment to each other.

You didn’t even know how or when you fell asleep, but as you woke up in the middle of the night, you found yourself held close against Ben’s chest. His arms were wrapped around you protectively, his steady breathing a comforting rhythm.

Carefully, you tried to slip away, needing to use the bathroom. As you sat on the toilet, you winced quietly, the sensation of your sore and burning pussy reminding you of the intensity of your earlier intimacy.

“I hurt you, didn’t I?”, Ben’s gruff voice startled you, and you looked up to see him standing in the doorway, naked and his eyes heavy with sleep.

“Ben, you scared me”, you said, your voice a mix of embarrassment and surprise.

You looked at him with a gaze that should have told him to turn the fuck around, but he didn’t get it. He stayed where he was, concern etched on his face.

“Are you okay?”, he asked again.

You sighed, feeling a mix of frustration and affection. “I’m fine, Ben. Just a little sore… can you… give me a moment?”.

Ben’s brows furrowed, a mix of stubbornness and concern in his expression. “I’ve already seen everything, you know”, he muttered, though he finally turned around to give you some privacy. However, he remained in the doorway, his presence still very much felt.

You finished up quickly, still feeling the ache but managing to compose yourself. Washing your hands, you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the walk back to the bedroom.

Ben turned around again, his eyes scanning your body with a mix of concern and appreciation. You rolled your eyes at his persistent gaze, feeling a mix of exasperation and amusement.

“I’m fine”, you mumbled, trying to brush off his worry. “You’re just, well, like I’ve told you a hundred times, not quite small”.

A smirk played at the corners of Ben’s mouth, his tiredness momentarily forgotten. “Well, I’ll take that as a compliment”, he said, his voice tinged with that familiar cockiness.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, shaking your head. “Always the ego”, you teased, stepping closer to him.

Ben’s smirk softened into a genuine smile as he reached out, pulling you gently into his arms. “Can’t help it if it’s true”, he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You sighed, leaning into his embrace. “Let’s get some sleep”, you said, your voice softening. “We both need it”.

He nodded, guiding you back to the bed. As you settled under the covers, Ben wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. The warmth of his body against yours was comforting, a silent promise of his unwavering support.

“Goodnight”, he whispered, his breath warm against your ear.

“Goodnight, Ben”, you replied, feeling a sense of peace wash over you.

As you drifted back to sleep, the ache and soreness faded into the background, replaced by the comforting presence of the man beside you.

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Jensen with a fan at the airport yesterday. He looks amazing 😍

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deanwinchestersgirl87 · 4 months ago

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He's handsome 😍🫶🥰

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boyfriend headcanons ⟡ s. winchester

pairings: sam winchester x reader, sam winchester x gn! reader

word count: 1.2K

warnings: no use of 'y/n', fluff, a smidge of angst in the beginning, some suggestive content, no smut, lowercase intended

a/n: i will make a dean version and probs a pt. 2 for sammy if I come up with some more headcanons! also did not expect this to be as long as it became lol

please enjoy and reblog and comment! i love hearing your thoughts.

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⟡ some fears before dating you

before you got into a relationship with sam, he was very hesitant about dating or liking anyone romantically (he knows that he doesn’t have the best track record with love)

but when you came into his life, you broke down those barriers (without him realizing it), and he became more accepting of his feelings for you (even if it scared him shitless)

you had to drill into his head that whatever happened to you would never be his fault bc you knew he’d drown in his guilt if you got hurt or worse. it took time for him to accept that something would happen to you that it wasn’t his fault

okay, now onto the more happy stuff (sorry didn’t mean to start with the more heavy stuff, lol)

⟡ the actual headcanons

he’s the best partner ever!!

sam has a big heart and holds a lot of love for you, and though he can be hesitant to say the words for fear of jinxing the relationship (he’s superstitious about it), he shows how much he loves you through his actions!

he would have a mix of all of the love languages (obviously, everyone shows a mix of them), but his top three would definitely be quality time, acts of service, and physical touch

⟡ physical touch

i think that early seasons sam would be much more tactical with his touch and showing you physical affection

would use any and every excuse in the handbook to touch you in some way. resting a hand on your shoulder, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear or forehead, etc.

but post szn 5 and 12 sam, he would shy away from it at first, and you would totally understand and let him take the approach first, never initiating it until he feels like he can handle it

but this goes hand in hand with PDA in any szn, he’s not big on PDA he’s okay with hand-holding and pecks on the lips, temple, or cheeks but not overt displays of affection but behind closed doors, it's free reign for him aside from the PDA

he LOVES getting his hair played with like without a shadow of a doubt, i know in my heart of hearts that sam winchester is a fiend for getting his hair played with

is a cuddle bug doesn’t matter if it’s sweltering hot; he loves to have you in his arms no matter what secretly loves when it gets cold, you seek him out for warmth (he’s like a space heater from how much he radiates heat)

FOREHEAD AND NECK KISSES!! (and lots of them) LOVES kissing you there will be times when sam wants to make out with you in the back of the Impala. either to piss off dean or because you get no privacy in the motel room, you’re sharing with his brother.

is the best hugger ever. it’s almost criminal how his arms can wrap around you and engulf your body and instill a feeling of safety in you, like no one could hurt you while you were in sam’s arms.

⟡ acts of service

as i’ve stated above, sam doesn’t express his love through words, but he does show it through his actions

he knows all of your fav movies, flowers, music, snacks, how you like your coffee/tea, etc

he actively listens to you and keeps track of the things you mention (he has them written down or in a note on his phone) and just pulls this information out when he needs it

will do things if asked of him by you without question (but within reason, lmao)

(this also translates into fun times in the bedroom, LMAO)

don't know if this counts as an act of service, but sam loves putting things on the top self on purpose (to see you struggle a bit bc he thinks your pout is so adorable), but so you can ask him to get something for you, and does so with a smile on his face

⟡ quality time

would use any excuse to spend time with you

doesn’t matter if he just came back from a hunt and is exhausted; he would sit down and listen to you talk about what you had just read or what movie you watched while he was on a hunt

will actively plan dates with you on hunts if he has downtime, which would most of the time be in the car with Dean and asking him for help or input "they'll like whatever you plan for them. now, for the love of god, please shut up!" (sam had been pestering dean most of the car ride home about where to take you on the first date and was fed up with his little brother)

having movie nights!

spending time in either his or your room reading or just basking in the presence of each other, content with sitting in silence, grounding him with your touch as you guys fall asleep in each other’s arms.

late-night conversations in bed! more often than not, your pillow talk with sam would turn into very late-night conversations and sometimes even turning into early-morning chats.

⟡ protective

this is a given, but sam is so protective of you that it can be a problem at times

He doesn’t mean to be overbearing, but his mind is an overactive one and can be a little (a lot) protective of you

I think if you were a hunter, he’d be such a worrywart because he knows what this life does to someone and kinda hates that you are one (even if this is how you guys met in the first place lol)

but it’s the same if you’re not a hunter because he’d be paranoid that a monster would be out to get you if they knew you were even associated with him or his brother

he’d take so many precautions: teaching you the basics of hunting (but making you promise that you won’t go out and hunt), teaching you self-defense, gifting you an anti-possession charm (or going with you if you want the tattoo), painting demon traps under your rugs, salting windows, and maybe even convincing you to move into the bunker with him

⟡ some random ones

wearing his clothes his chest warms and his heartbeats faster each time he sees you wear something of his he does go a little feral when he sees you wear nothing underneath his clothes unfiltered sassy sam before the two of you started to date, you would catch glimpses of sassy sam when he would banter with dean but when you started to dish out some of your quips in the conversation and being a smartass to him that's when the sassy man apocalypse hit him, and it snowballed into him out-sassing you sometimes when the two of you could get into a back-and-forth

teases you about your height it doesn't matter if you're an inch shorter or a foot shorter than him; he can and will tease you about your height it brings him much amusement when you snap back with jokes of your own or when you blush when you don't have a snappy retort (yes, it means he has a size kink, but shhh, no one is supposed to know)

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deanwinchestersgirl87 · 4 months ago

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This, this is my girl dinner 🤭

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deanwinchestersgirl87 · 4 months ago

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must be love ❥ s.winchester

summary: social media/modern era au with stanford! sam winchester

pairings: established sam winchester x reader, sam winchester x fem! reader

warnings: none really, no use of 'y/n', fluff, slice of life, references to drinking, and one mention of sex

a/n: first social media au so please be nice to be loll. but this was fun to make! and who knows i might make more in the future 🤭

also happy b-day to jared padalecki our cancer king 😩🙌 (him being a cancer makes so much sense to me), and the user: dianhhboo is actually my friend to introduced me to spn and i wanted to add her in the fic 🤭

reblog and comment! i love to see your thoughts on my fics (even if this isn't technically a fic lol)

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samwinchester study date for the LSATS with my love (we consumed so much coffee but she still fell asleep)

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bradybunch dude i thought you said you wanted to study alone ↳ samwinchester your idea of studying is just having your work out and being on your phone ↳ bradybunch harsh... but fair

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samwinchester i love you too but why those photos 😭 ↳ yourusername why not? i need to show the ppl my smoking hot and sweet boyfriend 😘

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dianhhboo you guys are disgustingly cute ↳ jessymoore right? like please we get it you're in love

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deanwinchestersgirl87 · 4 months ago

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@michecolegate @jackles010378 @k-slla

👏😍 He is such a gentleman 🥰👏

Seattle Convention, 2024

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deanwinchestersgirl87 · 4 months ago

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(Source: shelly6652 on Twitter)

This man is the best ❤️

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deanwinchestersgirl87 · 4 months ago

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What is Love?

Kitty and Bob would totally be the ones to say this too.

Free Leia (p1, ep2) and Hold My Hand (p2, ep4)

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deanwinchestersgirl87 · 4 months ago

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too late to dream

Summary: Your life was ruined by becoming a single mother of three, as the father had divorced you and left you with the kids. Now a primary school teacher, you needed a babysitter for your kids. In comes the perfect person for the job, who’s ruggedly handsome, sweet, charming, good with kids, and seems to have some baggage from the past.

TW: Single mom problems, fluff, angst, smut, slightly bratty children(?), mentions of drinking problems, Dean isn’t a hunter, s12 Dean, really shitty father, more warnings per chapter

Coming soon!

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗻𝗲: 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝗿�� 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝘄𝗼: 𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲: 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿: 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲: 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝘅: 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻: 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲, 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁: 𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗺𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗲: 𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗲𝗻: 𝗜’𝘃𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁

𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐝/𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝

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smother it ː s. winchester

summary: sam has to patch you up, but the problem lies within the fact the two of you despise each another

pairings: sam winchester x reader, sam winchester x fem! reader [can be read as gn/afab reader]

word count: 4.7K

warnings: 18+, no use of 'y/n', slight enemies to lovers, mentions of wounds and stitches, bickering, curse words, some smut [fem receiving oral], and fluff

a/n: first kinda smut for sam so PLEASE MINORS DNI!! for my sake and your own! I will be checking blogs who interact with this one-shot for minors and I will be blocking you if you do. i have SFW works for sam, so please go and check those ones out instead!

without further ado, please enjoy the oneshot and reblog and comment your thots 😏

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

From the moment you met Sam Winchester, he managed to get under your skin like no other.

You had met the Winchesters while hunting a siren, which, at the time, you didn't know what you were hunting. You were stumped with the evidence that you had found. But you had bumped into Dean while in the morgue, both posing as FBI agents and realizing that the other was a hunter soon after the coroner left the room. You had some idea who this hunter was, but when he finally dropped the FBI shtick and introduced himself as Dean Winchester, it confirmed your suspicions that you had when you asked Bobby for some help on this hunt and said he sent "one of the best" your way.

You were surprised at how well you got along with Dean, having heard some choice words that Bobby has described the Winchesters as a particular kind of character (his words, not yours). But you were not prepared to be met with hostility from the "infamous" Sam Winchester when Dean brought you back to their motel room.

Sam visibly bristled when you entered the room, which you chalked up as the fact that you were a stranger intruding in on a private space, which you wholly understood; you would have reacted in the same way. But when Dean clarified that you were the hunter they were sent to help with, Sam rolled his eyes and mumbled something under his breath.

You were a bit confused by the cold shoulder that Sam was giving you, and apparently so was Dean, having seen him give his brother a weird look after he interrupted you for the third time when trying to figure out what you guys were hunting. You bit your tongue each time he did, but the third time was enough, and you asked him what the hell his problem was with you. You genuinely wanted to know since you had been nothing but kind to him.

Sam rolled his eyes. "It's obviously a siren, but you wouldn't know that given that you're new at this." He said, completely disregarding your question, and he continued on with explaining his theory on what the monster the three of you were hunting was.

You stared at Sam, nostrils flared, and anger filled your veins at the fact he thought you were new at hunting. You were brought up to hunt from a very young age and had been for a very long time, so the fact that he thought you were an inexperienced hunter boiled your blood. You had heard about the Winchesters and their reputation growing up, knowing their prowess for hunting was high, but you never expected someone like Sam, who looked like a gentle giant at first glance, to be such a dick.

"Thank you for that boy genius. Do you ever actually get to kill the thing, or is your nose too busy to be stuck in a book and that's why you let your brother do the heavy lifting?" You retorted, looking at him with a cocked brow.

You saw Sam's jaw clench and eyes flash with irritation at your words. He went to respond, but Dean quickly intervened and tried to de-escalate the situation at hand. He practically sent you and Sam to timeout, having told you to go back to your room to cool off while he talked to Sam alone.

You pressed your lips together and tried not to stomp out of the room like a toddler having a tantrum. You left the room, slamming their door shut and went back to your room. You were muttering angrily to yourself as you walked back to your room. You can't believe that Sam had insulted your ability to hunt. He hadn't even seen you hunt before. You'd never expected Sam to be this much of an ass to you (you honestly thought it would be Dean to act this way from what you heard from Bobby).

Dean eventually came for you in your room and told you to come back. Once you were back in their room, Dean sat you down across Sam and lectured the two of you. He made you promise that you or Sam wouldn't take jabs at one another or try to provoke the other into an argument. So, like two disgruntled children, you both promised Dean that you guys wouldn't do any of that until after the hunt was over and you had killed the siren.

But once you killed that siren, you immediately left, not wanting to stay in the presence of Sam Winchester any longer than you had to. But as fate would have it, you guys would always seem to cross paths with you on hunts. Dean would always find you and invite you to hunt with them, and before you could even think about saying no, he'd pull a puppy dog look at you, and pout. Which, without fail, you would always say yes to.

Hunting with Sam was torture. He'd always nitpick the way you went about research and would take any chance to correct you about the lore behind particular creatures that you were hunting. Sam loved being insufferable toward you, and you could tell it brought him so much joy when you would have to storm away from him; otherwise, you would have broken his nose with a swift punch to his face.

You knew you hated Sam Winchester, and you knew for a fact that he had the same feelings toward you. You also despised the fact that you found him attractive. Sam was tall, almost too tall, had shaggy brown hair that he pulled off effortlessly, hazel eyes that seemed to be an endless pool of blues, greens, browns, and golds, and smug smirks he would send you when he was right about some obscure lore were deadly combinations for you.

You wished that you weren't drawn to him, but you saw the kind smiles and the soft eyes that never were directed at you, but he had when he talked to the victims on hunts. You even saw the dimples that he had when he'd smile at the stupid banter that he and Dean would have when the three of you were at a bar celebrating a job well done and Sam had loosened up with a couple of drinks in him.

"Stop squirming," Sam ordered you with a grumble, a frown on his face as he wiped the blood away from the gash on your back. His words brought you back to the present.

You glared at him through the mirror of the cramped motel bathroom the two of you were in. He took most of the space with his broad frame, standing behind you as your hands gripped the edge of the porcelain countertop, cleaning the wound you had gotten when the ghoul you were hunting threw you through a glass table and glass ended up cutting up your back. You would have cleaned it yourself, but it was in a spot where you needed to be a contortionist if you wanted to clean it yourself.

You would have asked Dean for help, but as soon as he cleaned up from the hunt, he left the motel to go to the nearest bar while you waited for Sam to be done with the shower. You wished you didn't have to share the room with the boys on this hunt, but when you arrived at the motel, there were no vacancies, so you had to bunk with the Winchesters.

You winced as Sam suddenly stuck the needle into your skin. The glass that sliced into your back was deep enough to where it needed stitches. You swore you saw something flicker in his eyes as his gaze looked up from your back, and you hissed slightly at the feeling before he focused on the task at hand. You were regretting ever saying yes to helping Dean.

"You need to be less reckless, I don't want to be the one patching you constantly." Sam mumbled as he threaded the needle through your skin.

You huffed angrily. "Yeah sure, next time I'll ask the ghoul to gently throw me through a glass table." You snapped at him.

You hissed through your teeth as you felt Sam tug on a stitch, making it tighter than it needed to be and sending a sting of pain through your back. You glared at him harder through the mirror as you saw the corner of his lip twitch significantly.

"Sorry, did that hurt?" He asked, his tone feigning innocence as he finished stitching up your wound. Sam tied off the stitch and sniped the thread, quickly grabbing some gauze and medical tape to cover your freshly sewn skin together. Once he was done, you grabbed the hem of the tank top you were wearing and pulled it down. Then, you reached for the first aid kit lying on top of the toilet seat.

"I can do the rest. You're released from your duties now." You tell Sam sarcastically as you eye the cut that was near your hairline.

As you were looking through the first aid kit to grab some ointment before you cleaned the cut, you felt Sam move out of the bathroom, the room feeling less suffocating as he did, but you didn't notice his eyes on you the entire time until he leaned against the doorway. Unfortunately for you, he stayed there with his gaze stuck on you.

You glanced to see his broad figure take up the entire doorway and scowled. "You can leave now, join your brother at the bar, I don't need your help anymore."

Sam didn't move an inch at your words. "Why do you hate me?" He asked instead of listening to you.

Your lips thinned into a straight line as you closed the first aid kid with more force than you intended, and a sharp laugh left your lips.

"Really? You're asking me this now? If anyone should be asking this question, it should be me."

You saw Sam shrugging out the corner of your eye. "Just curious, it's clear that you don't like me."

"That's rich coming from the man who has been nothing but hostile towards me the moment I set foot in the same room as him." You quickly tried to clean the cut on your forehead. Luckily, it wasn't as bad as it looked, and you swiftly cleaned it and placed a butterfly bandage on it.

"It's not like you were the most friendly either."

You turned to face Sam, a fiery look in your eyes. "Only because I tried to be nice to you, but you were nothing but a dick to me." You wanted nothing more but to slap Sam's stupidly handsome face.

Sam started to smirk, clearly enjoying getting you riled up. "Is that so?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. Sam's question felt demeaning.

"Oh for Christ's sake. I'm not doing this with you right now." You all but growled through gritted teeth. You pushed past Sam, hitting his shoulder hard as you made your way out of the bathroom and gathered your things. You've had it with Sam, and if he was going to play this game with you, you would just leave and never interact with the Winchesters again.

You tried putting on your jacket but cringed in pain when you felt your stitches pull, and a warm hand on your shoulder stopped you.

"You're gonna rip the stitches if you keep that up," Sam said in an uncharacteristically soft voice, which made you frown. You shrugged off his hand and turned around to see his eyebrows pinched. You hated that all you wanted to do was smooth out the wrinkles that formed in the middle.

You shook your head to get rid of that thought. "Oh, fuck off, Sam. Don't act like you care. If it wasn't for Dean being there, you would have probably left me there to bleed out."

Sam flinched at your harsh words, his face hardening before softening again as his hand twitched at his side like he wanted to reach out but fought against it.

"Look, I'm sorry for how I treated you." He licked his bottom lip. "I-you. I do care about you."

You looked at him with disbelief. "Really? Wow, could've fooled me." You sent him a sarcastic smile before turning back around, intending to leave the room. You couldn't care less about your stuff at the moment.

"Hey!" Sam called out for you and grabbed your arm to stop you from leaving. His grip on your arm was firm but not painful. You stopped in your tracks before closing your eyes and your tense shoulders relaxing at his touch.

"Sam." You intended for your voice to come out firm, but instead, it came out hoarse, almost tired.

Sam gently pulled you back towards him, and you let him turn you around so he could see him. Your eyes were still closed as you faced him, his grip on your arm slowly moving up and resting on your shoulder, his other hand moving to rest on your other shoulder.

You eventually opened your eyes to find Sam studying your face. His eyes were like a green haze. The warm lighting of the room made the flecks of brown and gold scattered throughout his eyes more prominent, threatening to take over the green.

Sam said your name softly as his thumbs started to swipe against your bare skin. "I do care about you, more than you know."

You scoffed. "Well, you have a shit way of showing it." His flawed logic was making the anger you felt earlier begin to rise again.

"I know, I know," Sam took a deep breath before speaking again. "When I saw you come into the room, you made me feel things I hadn't felt in a long time. So I thought if I was cold towards you, they would go away or at least hide what I actually felt toward you."

Irritation swelled in your chest.

"So, you decided to take the playground approach? Newsflash, Sam, you're an adult, and being a dick to someone won't make them like you. If you really wanted to make someone like you, you would be yourself or have the decency to be nice to them." You glared up at Sam as you ranted.

Sam smiled. That man started to smile, and it did nothing to quell the anger bubbling underneath your skin.

"What the hell are you smiling at Winchester?"

He shook his head, clearly trying to shove down his amusement. But his dimples threatened to appear as he cleared his throat and arranged his face into a more neutral expression before speaking.

"Look, I am sorry for how I treated you. I know we aren't kids, and I shouldn't have acted like a child toward you, but sometimes you make me feel like a stupid kid with a crush." Sam's hands squeezed your shoulders before they moved down your hands and held them.

You pursed your lips to bite back a smile that wanted to appear on your face. You felt your stomach flutter at Sam's admission as you looked down at your connected hands, his hands engulfing yours as his thumbs rubbed circles into the tops of them.

"You know, for someone so intelligent, you can be really dumb." You said as you inched closer to Sam.

Sam let out a chuckle at your words, a red hue on his cheeks growing as he smiled sheepishly down at you. You couldn't help but let a smile appear on your face at the sound of his amusement.

"Yeah, I know. I just really like you, and you make me feel stupid sometimes." Sam sighed as he stared down at you.

"Well, you're in luck because I seem to like your dumb ass too." You let go of one of his hands to cup his cheek.

Sam leaned into your touch. "Really?" His eyes lit up like he was a kid in a candy shop.

You rolled your eyes at the giant in front of you and pinched his cheek playfully. "No," You deadpan. "Although, your brother on the other hand…" You grinned sarcastically at him.

Sam took his turn to roll his eyes at you, and before you could tell him you were kidding, he let go of your hand, grabbed the nape of your neck, and pulled you into a passionate kiss.

You almost yelped into his mouth from how fast Sam moved. His other hand moved to your waist as your hand that wasn't cupping his cheek went to rest on his shoulder. Sam moved the two backward until he sat down on the edge of the bed, lifted you, and placed you on his lap.

Desire filled your veins as Sam's lips moved against yours fervently. A small moan fell from your lips as Sam nipped at your bottom lip and took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, groaning lowly when your tongue slid against his.

It was as if you were both finally on the same wavelength because, in moments, his tongue was already exploring the inside of your mouth. His hands slide down to your sides, where he caresses your body with both his hands. You both seemed to be completely lost in this kiss, as you both forgot about anything else around you, like time and space.

His lips eventually left yours, feeling out of breath as he dotted kisses across your jaw and down your neck. His hands moved to the hem of your tanktop and slid it up, slowly exposing more and more of your skin until it was entirely off, leaving you in your bra in front of him. Sam managed to rip his lips from your neck to drink in your body, his hazel eyes dark with desire.

"You're so beautiful." He breathed out as his hands moved up your back, almost covering the entire length of it from how big his hands were. Sam reaches for the clasp of your bra but stops when he brushes over the bandage on your back. Sam pulled back slightly, looking at you with a slight frown on his face.

You wanted to do nothing but kiss it away, so you did. Your lips touched Sam's softly as your hands reached for the hem of his shirt. He let you take it off of him, only breaking from the kiss to get it over his head.

You drank in Sam's bare torso. Taking in every inch of him. His tattoo stands out against his tanned skin, his muscles expanding and contracting as he breathes heavily. Sam was like a marble statue that came to life.

The motel room was silent, save for your and Sam's heavy breathing as you stared at each other. Sam's hand was still resting on the part of your back that was bandaged.

"You sure you're up for this right now?" Sam asked with concern, lacing his tone.

You smiled at him and nodded. "I might implode if you stop right now."

Sam laughed at your words, his dimples appearing as he smiled widely at you. "Oh, wow. Implode huh?" He raised his eyebrows in surprise as his smile turned into a flirty smirk.

You nodded, a serious expression on your face as you rested your forehead on his. "Yep, we wouldn't want that happening now would we?" A sultry smile on your face as you teased his lips with little pecks.

Sam's hands moved back to your waist and squeezed. "No we wouldn't." He answered before he caught your lips between his. Your hands moved from his bare shoulders to the nape of his neck, and you started to tug at the longer strands of hair, making him groan into the kiss.

Sam's hands moved up your back and unclasped your bra, almost tearing the straps off as he tugged them from your arms and threw the bra somewhere in the room. His lips left yours to trail down your neck and chest, and you leaned back, exposing your chest to him more. And you let out a soft moan, feeling him nip at your smooth skin and taking one of your nipples in his mouth, licking and sucking at it.

The hands that were wound in his head began to tug at his hair harder as he moved from one breast to the other. He let out a low growl against you, sending vibrations down your spine and into the heat that was pooling in your core.

One of Sam's hands moved down your body and to the front of your pants, and the button on your jeans popped open with a flick of his fingers. His hand slowly made its way past your underwear, and he pulled away from your chest with a groan when he felt how wet you were.

"This all for me?" Sam asked with a salacious grin on his face as two of his fingers swiped through your slit, coating his fingers and moving up to rub at your clit. You whimpered as you nodded, your hips rutting against his hand, and you could feel yourself getting wetter as he rubbed at your clit faster.

Sam abruptly stopped, pulled his hand away, and tugged at your pants urgently. You managed to get out of your pants and underwear with the help of his insistent hands, and once they were off, he grabbed your hips and fell backward on the bed, pulling you up until your naked core was level with his face.

"Sam!" You yelped, surprised at his strength and sudden manhandling.

"I don't want to hurt your back, but I really need to taste you," Sam said as he looked at your cunt hungrily.

"You sure?" You looked down at him hesitantly.

Sam's eyes softened as he looked up at you, his thumbs drawing circles on your thighs. "We can stop right here if you want."

You bit down on your bottom lip before shaking your head. "Just don't want to hurt you."

"You won't," He reassured you before smirking. "Besides, I wouldn't mind going out like this. 'S better than the alternative."

You laughed at Sam's words, putting you at ease, and you nodded at him to go ahead.

"I'll need words pretty girl." Sam squeezed your thighs.

You felt a heat bloom on your face and in your core at his words as you brushed back Sam's bangs from his forehead.

"Sam, please I need you." You all but whined.

"You have me." Sam said before pulling you on top of his face, burying his head between your thighs as his tongue began to lick and suck at your clit.

Moans began to escape your lips as your hips began to rut into his face, his tongue now lapping at your entrance as his nose nudged against your sensitive nub. You could feel the knot in your lower belly get tighter and tighter as Sam moved back to suck at your clit, and two of his fingers prodded at your entrance before slipping with little resistance. You felt so full with his fingers inside you. Sam's fingers quickly found your g-spot and began to rub at it, making you arch your back almost painfully at the intense pleasure Sam was giving you.

"Fuck! Sam I-I'm close."

At your words, Sam seemed to grow even hungrier for you to come. You tugged at his hair hard and rutted against his face faster before he sucked at your clit hard and pressed against your g-spot, making you fall over the edge as stars danced behind your eyes and you clenched around his fingers.

You could feel the vibration of Sam's low groan in your cunt as he tasted you, lapping at you until you were too sensitive. You climbed off of him with shakey legs and collapsed beside him; a layer of sweat coated the entirety of your naked body as you tried to catch your breath. Sam pressed soft kisses to your shoulder and collarbone as he waited for you to calm down.

Once you had calmed down, Sam caught your lips in a soft kiss.

"You okay?" He mumbled against your lips.

"More than." You smiled against his lips before you kissed him deeply. Sam slowly moved to hover over you. One of your hands moved from the bed to the waistband of the pants that Sam was wearing and inched downward until it cupped the bulge that was very prominent in his sweatpants.

Sam's groan was muffled by your lips, but before you could even think about taking off Sam's belt, the motel room door swung open and hit the wall with a slam. You and Sam quickly separated, and bless Sam, he pulled the covers over you to shield Dean's eyes from your naked form as he stood at the foot of the bed.

"Woah!" You heard Dean exclaim, and you looked over to see him walking back outside and closing the door.

"Finally! You could have cut the sexual tension between the two of you with a knife. But make sure to put a sock on the doorknob next time," Dean said through the closed door of the motel. You and Sam looked at each other, both of you flustered by the fact that Dean walked in on you guys.

"I'll be in the Impala tonight. Sammy, make sure you use protection!" He called through the door and promptly walked away from the door.

You stared at Sam before breaking out into a fit of laughter. Sam started to chuckle as he heard you laughing. A warmth bloomed in his chest when he saw your body shake. You laughed a bit too hard, and you felt a sharp pain come from your back. Sam saw you winced and walked over to you with worry in his eyes.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" His eyes flicked up and down your body quickly.

You shook your head, "No, just my back, I might have pulled a stitch or something."

"Let me check." Sam gestured for you to turn around.

You took off the covers and rolled onto your stomach to let Sam check your stitches. You felt him pull back the bandage before replacing it again.

"You didn't tear anything, but it's probably not a good idea to continue with what we were doing before Dean barged in."

You huffed a laugh as you turned back to face Sam. "You mean before you were about to fuck me?"

Sam flushed red at your words but threw his head back to laugh. The sound made you grin before you joined in; his giggles were infectious.

"Yeah, before that." He nodded and responded when he calmed down, the occasional chuckle escaping his lips.

You sighed dramatically. "If you insist." You knew it wasn't a good idea to have sex with him when your back was out of commission, but it didn't mean that you wanted to jump his bones; you really did.

Sam smiled before patting your thigh and getting up from the bed to grab the shirt he was wearing earlier that night and toss it to you. You caught it, and you couldn't help but smile as you put it on his shirt. You were engulfed by Sam's smell. The notes of citrus, mint, mahogany, and his musk made you melt inside.

The two of you got underneath the covers of the bed, and Sam was quick to tuck you into his side. You threw your leg over his hips as you used his bicep as a pillow. You let out a contented sigh as you settled in Sam's embrace.

Sam looked over at you, used his free hand to tilt your chin towards him, and kissed you gently. "Goodnight." He murmured against your lips.

"Night Sammy." You whispered before giving him one last lingering kiss and tucking your head in the crook of his neck. The events of the day hit you, and with the warmth of Sam's bare chest, the exhaustion consumed you. The last thing you could remember before you entered your dreamscape was Sam kissing your forehead softly before pulling you closer to him.

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