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heart shaped glasses ── . ✶ s. winchester

summary: sam discovers that you have glasses, and falls for you even harder

pairings: sam winchester x reader, sam winchester x gn!reader ノ wc: 1.9k warnings: none really, no use of 'y/n', fluff, just pure fluff, reader wears contacts and glasses, kissing, kinda edited; all mistakes are my own a/n: can you guys tell i learned how to change the colors on my fics lol? i started this a while ago but just now got around to finishing it so i hope you guys enjoy! sam winchester masterlist

GOD, YOU HATED BEING BLIND.

Contacts, although helpful on hunts, were the bane of your existence sometimes. Like, right now there was the temptation to claw your eyes as you tried to blink moisture back into them. Your contacts were drying out your eyes as you tried to read the words on the page in front of you. But the words looked like a jumbled mess as you tried to move on from the sentence you kept rereading for the past thirty minutes.

Closing the book, you leaned back in your seat, the chair creaking slightly as you let out a long breath. You blinked hard a few times, but the dryness was unrelenting. Irritation brewed in your chest as you scowled to yourself, got up from the chair, and swiftly left the library, grumbling to yourself. You didn’t notice Sam’s gaze shooting up from the book he was reading to your figure as you left the room, a confused expression plastered on his face as he watched you leave the library and down the hall to where he could only assume towards your room.

You huffed as you crossed the threshold into your room and into the ensuite bathroom. You chose this room deliberately when the brothers had asked you to move in with them. You had stayed over at the bunker sometimes in between hunts that were nearby. You discovered that there was a communal shower that you didn’t exactly love, so you went on the hunt around the bunker to find a bedroom that had a bathroom connected to it.

In the bathroom, you quickly washed your hands and filled each side of the contact case with the solution. You plucked the lenses from your eyes and put them in the case, letting them sink into the solution before capping each one. You let out a sigh of relief when you blinked, and the moisture was restored to your eyeballs.

You grabbed your glasses that were lying on the counter and placed them on your face, your blurry sight clearing up. You studied yourself in the mirror and let out a tired sigh. You decided to change into more comfortable clothing since the night was coming to a close. If you were going to spend a couple of hours in the library, you might as well be comfortable while doing it.

You stripped off the shirt and jeans you were wearing and into some old pajama pants and an oversized shirt that was definitely not yours and one of the boys that got mixed up in your laundry. You never really bothered to give it back since neither of them stormed your bedroom demanding it. You put on some fuzzy socks to combat that chill that the tiled floor sent through you before making your way out of your room with a yawn escaping you.

You started to make your way back to the library to help Sam with research before passing the kitchen. You glanced at the empty room, taking a few steps before stopping, an idea appearing in your mind as your eyes caught the kettle on the stove. You backtracked and went into the kitchen. A handful of minutes passed, and you walked into the library with two steaming cups of tea. You placed Sam’s mug in front of him before rounding the table and settling in the seat you were sitting in prior to taking out your contacts across from Sam.

Sam thanked you without looking up from the book he was still reading as he took a sip from his mug. You smiled to yourself before placing your mug on the table, grabbing your laptop, and seeing if you had any luck with the internet for your research. You were so absorbed in trying to find anything online that you didn’t notice Sam’s puzzled stare on your face. You glanced over your laptop screen to see Sam’s gaze on you.

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Everything alright there Sam?”

“Yeah.” He cleared his throat, taking another sip of his drink as Sam’s eyes flickered from the contents of the mug and to your face.

“You sure?” You hummed out as you stared at Sam, unconvinced, and you saw the curiosity gleam in his eyes as you leaned forward, placing your elbows on the table and resting your chin in your hands.

Sam pursed his lips, clearly in thought, before setting his mug down on the table. He shook his head. “It’s nothing.”

“Rightt,” you drawled out. “I believe you when your eyes aren’t burning a hole in me, spill Winchester.”

The corner of his mouth twitched. “I didn’t know you had glasses.”

You nodded. “Well, I do.” You said nonchalantly as you took a sip of your warm tea and sat back in the wooden chair you were sitting on.

“How long have you had them?” Sam asked, his brows furrowing as they usually did when he was confused.

You scrunch your nose, your frames shifting up your face as you try to think about how long you’ve had your glasses. “Umm, since middle school, I think? I just know that I’ve had them for a long time.”

“Oh. So do you just wear contacts most of the time?” Sam didn’t want to assume, but seeing you with glasses for the first time had him drawing that conclusion.

“Yeah, it’s kinda inconvenient sometimes but I rather have dry eyes on a hunt than risk breaking my glasses.” You told him, taking another sip of your tea.

Going to the optometrist every year for a new prescription for your glasses and contacts was a real pain in the ass when you were on the move constantly, but you put up with it and always cursed your dad for giving you terrible eyesight.

Sam nodded in understanding, his eyes lingering on your face before picking up his mug. “You should wear them more often, they suit you really well.” Sam sent you a small smile, but it was so sincere that it made you a little flustered.

“Thank you.” You murmured before tearing your gaze from Sam’s hazel eyes and back to your laptop.

You started to wear your glasses more often when you would stay at the bunker, giving your eyes a break from your contacts (it totally wasn't because of the compliment that Sam gave you). Sam could barely keep his eyes off you when you had them on. He always thought you were beautiful, and he had seen you in various states ranging from being in casual clothes to being covered in blood—but this one had to be one of his favorites, you lounging around the bunker in your pajamas and glasses on the bridge on your nose.

It took everything in him to not stare at you constantly in the library as you sat across from him and fought the urge to push your glasses up as they slid down your face. Sam tried really hard not to make it obvious that he was enamored by you, but the smirk that Dean would shoot him as the three of you were sitting at one of the tables in the library told him otherwise.

You had caught Sam staring at you a couple of times but brushed it off—assuming that he was still adjusting to the fact you wore your glasses more often around the bunker rather than sporting your contacts (but you wouldn’t lie that you could feel your cheeks heat up at the feeling of Sam's gaze on you).

It was another late night in the bunker's library, researching with Sam. The mugs of tea that Sam made for the two of you had long gone cold, and your glasses were pushed up, resting on the top of your head. Your eyes were closed, rubbing your temples.

Sam dragged his eyes up from the book that he had given up on reading about thirty minutes ago as exhaustion crept up on him and landed on your hunched form.

Your elbows were propped up on the table, on either side of an open book, as you rubbed your temples. Sam took in your slightly disheveled figure, and he couldn’t help the soft smile that pulled at his lips. He closed his book before quietly moving out of his chair.

You faintly heard a chair scraping against the wooden floor of the library, but you were trying to ignore the strain in your neck and upper back from sitting down for a couple of hours straight and bent over a book. Warm hands landed on your shoulders before they started to gently knead at the tight muscles. The tension began to drain from your back at Sam’s tender movements, a low hum escaping you as your head started to lull back, almost hitting Sam’s abdomen.

“You’re a godsend, Sam Winchester.” Your words came out low and almost breathy; the amount of research you did today was catching up to you, and the exhaustion was settling in.

Sam let out a low chuckle at your reaction. “You’re welcome.” Honey. He would have added the pet name at the end of his sentence but bit his tongue before he let the nickname slip past his lips.

Sam massaged your shoulders and back for a moment before his hands moved from your back and to your upper arms, urging you to stand up from your chair. You let him pull you up from the chair with little resistance, and you managed to turn around to face him.

Tired smiles were on both of your faces as the two of you looked at each other. The air between the two of you became thicker, and something was slowly brewing. You and Sam were standing inches away from each other. You could feel yourself leaning towards Sam like there was a magnet drawing you to him. Sam found himself leaning toward you on his accord, and before he knew it, he could feel your breath fan over his lips.

Sam emitted an indescribable warmth and safety, and right now, it felt like it radiated off of him and seeped throughout the room. You looked up at him, finding his pupils blown out—being able to barely see the greens, blues, and gold specks that were usually present in his gaze. You could see the unspoken question in his eyes.

Instead of verbally answering, you hesitantly pressed your lips against his. Sam’s eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of your warm and soft lips on his. One of his hands instinctively cupped your cheek as the other rested on your hip—while your hands made their way to his chest. The kiss filled you with warmth, spreading from your chest to your toes, practically turning your brain into mush as his lips moved against yours gently.

The kiss felt like it lasted an eternity before the two of you broke apart from each other but didn’t stray too far from each other. You opened your eyes to meet Sam’s eyes—they were filled with contentment and love, and you couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face. Sam mirrored you with a smile of his own, the two of you in your own little bubble and surrounded by the warm glow of the lamps and the familiar scent of books—and you couldn’t help but think you could stay like this forever with him.

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