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spn-and-daddy-issues · 8 years ago

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Drama Club

Word Count: 5.5k (sorry guys, this one got away from me!)

Warnings: hints at smut, nothing in detail though

Author’s Note: This was written for @beckawinchester’s and @boredoutofmymindwriting’s challenge. For this piece I had the prompt “We were both cast in our high school’s drama performance” and choose to do Sam x Reader. I really did not intend for it to be this long, but what can I say, it took on a bit of a life of it’s own and I ran with it. Enjoy!

“Come on guys, just hit your marks!” The student director called from the front row of seats, exasperated.

You heard a sigh dramatic enough to match your own come from your co-star, Sam. You’d been rehearsing for three hours already and with a heavy load of homework still waiting, you were more than ready to call a wrap on the day.

“Back to start!”

The whole cast shuffled back to the sides of the stage to begin the scene over.

It took almost another hour, but finally the student director was happy with the progress and ended rehearsal.

“Hey Y/N, good work tonight.” Sam smiled at you as you put your jackets on and prepared to head out.

“Thanks, you weren’t so bad yourself. Opening night is just a few more rehearsals away!” You gazed into gorgeous hazel eyes and yearned for greater connection with the owner of them.

“We’ve been working on this so long, it’s strange to think that in two weeks it will just be over.”

Before you could respond, Sam’s older brother appeared behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder, “Come on Sammy, Dad’s got some work for us to do.”

“See you tomorrow Sam.” You smiled and turned away, leaving the brothers to handle what they needed to.

While you were putting your bookbag in your trunk you heard the brothers come out of the building and head towards their own car. They seemed to be arguing, and even though you tried to not eavesdrop you caught the last few things thrown back and forth before they slammed their car doors.

“I just need a couple more weeks, Dean! Can’t we just finish the school year here? Dad can handle this one on his own!”

“He needs our backup Sammy, we’re sticking together.”

“No. I’m not going. Come pick me up when you’re done, after the show and after the school year ends.”

Sam seemed like such a laid-back guy, you’d thought of him as a bit of a goofy puppy since transferred here this semester. He was a silly, smart, and was talented enough to land the male lead of the Spring Musical within one week of being at the school. It worried you to hear him sounding so upset.

Their car drove away quickly, snapping you out of your thoughts and back into motion. You closed your trunk and climbed into the driver’s seat, slamming your own door. You noticed that you were feeling a bit angry as a response to the thought of Sam leaving. You muttered to yourself and reasoned that it was because you’d be screwed for the musical. Sure, there was an understudy, but he wasn’t Sam. He didn’t have the same voice, the same perfected movements, the same charisma that really made you emotionally invest in his character. And it was that effect on the play that you were worried about, not that effect on you, of course.

Sam was absent at school the next day and you thought the student director was going to have a heart attack with how frantic she was about him missing. The understudy was nervous about standing in for rehearsal without Sam being there, not the best sign for the wellbeing of the show itself.

The rest of the week passed in the same stressed manner. You continued to attempt to convince yourself that you were saddened by Sam's absence for the effect it would have on the show, not the effect it would have on the unfolding of events you had imagined in your mind. The events where Sam finally saw something in you and wanted to be more than costars in the school musical. The events where Sam brought you flowers after the show, but then kissed you on the lips after handing them to you. The events where Sam walked down the hallway by your side, hand in hand. The events that you imagined, wishfully.

As you spent the weekend running lines on your own and finishing up a science project you found yourself drifting into those thoughts of Sam more and more. You knew he wasn’t out sick, from what you heard from his older brother the family had left town. To help their father with, well, with whatever it was.

After spending your weekend in such a way you were very happy to see Sam sitting in his seat in homeroom.

“You’re back!”

“Yeah,” a large goofy grin spread across his face, “Wasn’t feeling well last week, but I’m good now.”

You knew he was lying, but you were so happy to see him back you didn’t call him on it.

The mood at rehearsal lifted greatly when the rest of the cast saw Sam had returned as well. His understudy was clearly relieved as he got to sink back into his chorus role and let Sam slide into the spotlight once again.

The final week of rehearsals went off perfectly, leading to a Thursday night dress rehearsal that ran late once again, to finalize every detail.

“Good work out there, Y/N. This weekend is going to be great.” You looked up from where you were organizing your character’s accessories and props to meet beautiful hazel eyes.

“I’m so excited that it’s finally here!”

You and Sam continued to chat about the show as he walked you out to your car. You noticed the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, how he looked down shyly when you met his eyes for too long, how he pushed his long hair back behind his ears every so often. You noticed all these little things, which brought you happiness at being the one to bring about these reactions.

“Drive safe, I’ll see you in the morning.” He smiled down at you as you reached your car, giving you a hug then turning away.

Upon arriving home, you collapsed on your bed, exhausted from the long week of rehearsals and school work. The morning of your first show dawned sunny and beautiful, and with a hug from you Mom, promising to be in the front row to watch you that night.

Your nerves threatened to take over all day, but Sam offered you reassuring smiles and jokes whenever he saw you in or between classes.

The first show went off without a hitch, much to your relief. The natural anxiety you felt in life was both magnified and ripped away when you were on stage, a strange combination.

“A few of us are going to grab pizza and celebrate a great first show, you in?” your friend Matt spoke loudly as he passed by you.

You laughed, “Definitely!”

“Hey, Y/N, could I catch a ride with you?” You were excited to recognize Sam’s voice as the question was spoken.

“Of course.”

The night was full of laughter and excited chatter with the cast and the crew basking in their success over greasy food and sugary drinks.

Somewhere in the evening you became aware that not only had Sam comfortably slung his arm around your shoulders, but that you were also naturally leaning into his side. As you consciously became aware of all of this, you turned to look at Sam and found him looking at you as well, his face closer to you than you expected him to be. Before you could really comprehend that, he closed the space between you and you melted into the soft kiss as his lips met yours.

After a few more seconds, you both pulled back, opening your eyes to gaze into each other’s once again. You smiled, then registered the loud cheering that was surrounding both of you, “Finally!” “’Bout damn time you two!” “Ow ow!”

You giggled, raising your hand in front of your face as you felt a blush rising.

The rest of the night was a blur of laughter, enjoying the weight of Sam’s arm around you, and joking with other friends regarding how they had all placed bets on how long it would take for you and Sam to get together. You were floating, enjoying every second of it.

Those situations you had imagined a few weeks ago became reality as you made your way through the rest of the weekend. After the final show on Sunday Sam did bring you a huge bouquet of flowers, and kissed you backstage as he handed them to you. The following Monday he walked with you between classes, hand in hand.

That week you helped each other study for finals, Sam coming over to your house after school laden with snacks and a heavy backpack. You spread out notes, study guides and books across your living room floor and got to work. You got absorbed in quizzing Sam on history questions, alternating and answering some yourself, and before you knew it Sam’s phone was ringing.

“Hey Dean.” “Yeah, we’ll be done soon.” “Okay, that would be great.” “Thanks.”

Sam hung up and looked over to you, “Dean’s gonna come pick me up.”

You yawned, realizing how much time had passed and how tired you were. “Sounds good, I’m ready for bed and know as much as I’m going to at this point anyway.”

You took advantage of having a few minutes left after cleaning up all of your study materials and made out with Sam for a few more minutes. He pulled away as you both saw car lights swinging into the driveway.

“See ya tomorrow.” He smiled at you, lowered himself to give you a kiss goodbye, then slung his backpack over his shoulder before heading out the door. You watched him walk out to his brother’s car, grateful for that even though the play was over you were still getting to spend a lot of time with Sam.

The rest of the week went much the same, studying after school, feeling stressed about finals, and taking in every second of time you had side by side with Sam. The final day of school came and you all decided to grab pizza again after the last exam, celebrating completing the year and having a three-month summer of part time jobs and fun to get started on. As the night wore on you were concerned to notice Sam’s energy fading and a lack of enthusiasm behind his smiles. You pulled him aside to check to see if he was okay.

“Can we talk outside?” was his only response, his eyes holding a touch of sadness.

You felt your stomach drop, but nodded him and let him lead you out of the restaurant.

“Y/N. The past few weeks have been by far the happiest I’ve ever had. Working with you on the play, finally getting to kiss you, it’s been so amazing.”

“Yep, me too, good talk.” You sensed something bad was coming and attempted to use your humor to avoid whatever upsetting situation was about to be unveiled.

“But…” he hesitated.

“But what, Sam?”

He pushed his hair out of his face and turned his eyes up to the sky, “My family, we’re leaving town tomorrow. I barely convinced my dad to stay this long, we’ll be on the road bright and early.”

You inhaled deeply, “Okay, okay. How long will you be gone?” You were pretty sure you knew the answer, but you needed to hear it from him directly.

“For good, Y/N. We’re relocating for my dad’s job. I’m so sorry.”

You didn’t answer except to embrace Sam and lean your head on his chest to hide your tears from him. His arms wrapped all the way around you and squeezed, his face nuzzling in your hair. It started raining, but neither of you made to move from your current position, just held on to each other.

The roar of Dean’s car jostled you out of your moment.

“Come on Sammy, time to go pack up.” Dean spoke from the driver’s seat with his window rolled down.

You pulled away from Sam and looked up into his eyes, knowing it was for the last time. He used the pad of his thumb to gently wipe a tear from your cheek, and kissed your forehead gently. Neither of you spoke as he walked over to the other side of the car and climbed in next to his brother. Dean shot you a sympathetic look, pulling away as soon as Sam’s door was shut.

Returning to the crowd you tried to immerse yourself in the jokes and witty banter of your fellow classmates, but you couldn’t engage in the activity and excused yourself not too long after.

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“Uh, Y/N?” you heard a voice from your past say from the doorway.

You turned your head to look and couldn’t believe your eyes, he was a bit taller and the hair was longer, but sure enough Sam Winchester was standing there looking at you. “It’s actually Ms. Y/L/N in here, Sam.”

“Ah, yeah, of course Ms. Y/L/N.” He smirked as he walked over to your desk, “How’s it going?”

You got lost in conversation, feeling as natural talking to Sam as you did ten years ago when you were a student in this very school.

“Sammy!” you heard Dean’s voice in the hallway.

“Yeah, in here Dean!”

Dean came trotting around the corner into your classroom, “Did you find anything?” Dean paused as he saw you, “Besides a hot teacher?”

“Dean, you remember Y/N? From when we were at school here?”

“Oh, Y/N! Yeah, good to see ya!”

“So what brings you guys back to town?” you asked the brothers.

“We’re just here for work.” Dean answered quickly.

“What are you doing back at the school then? What work are you guys doing?”

Sam and Dean traded a look of silent communication before Sam answered, “We were just visiting the old school, wanted to see if anything changed.”

You could sense a bit of phoniness in Sam’s explanation, but didn’t push it. It had taken you a long time to get over Sam Winchester, investing too much into him again would just be further bad news for you.

“We gotta get back to work Sammy.” Dean shot a pointed look at his brother before turning back to you, “It was good to see you, Y/N. Take care.” He walked out of the room, not waiting for Sam to follow.

“It was really great to see you.” Sam leaned towards you and pulled you into a hug.

“You too, Sam. You too.” You smiled up at him, wishing he’d lean down and plant his lips on yours again, just like he used to. Part of you thought that you saw a twinkle in his eyes conveying he wanted the same thing to happen, but you both knew it would be a bad idea.

He turned away from you and walked out the door, looking back and catching your eyes as he did.

You lowered your head down onto your desk after he was out of sight, sighing deeply. Who would’ve thought that some kid you met doing your high school play would still mean so much to you now? Who would’ve guessed that seeing him again would shake you so far to your foundation?

“Y/N.” Sam’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts, sitting up quickly.

“Sam?”

“Why don’t you come grab dinner with Dean and I?”

You hesitated, unsure how much deeper you wanted to get into this, “Yeah, I’d love that.” You figured you’d regret your decision, but went for it anyway, unable to resist spending whatever time you could with him.

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“A ghost? That was a ghost?!” You tried to stop your voice from raising and sounding hysterical, but you were having difficulty absorbing what Sam was explaining to you.

“You’re bleeding, let’s get you cleaned up, then we can work on the whole believing the impossible thing, please?” Sam had his arm around your waist and was guiding you to a chair as he spoke to you. You didn’t even flinch as he pressed a cloth up to the wound on your head, still in shock.

Dean walked back into sight, this time without the salt and gasoline. “How ya feeling princess? You alright?”

You nodded slightly. “I’m alright.” Just a little bit of a lie.

“Between getting whacked in the head that hard and finding out it was by a ghost, I wouldn’t blame you if you weren’t.” Dean chuckled, “You must be one tough cookie.”

“I was a drama kid and grew up to teach high school and direct the drama program. That builds resilience if nothing else.” You smiled back at him, starting to feel a bit more clear minded.

“And she’s back.” Sam’s face transformed from concern to relief. “You need a couple stitches in this, mind if we take care of it somewhere other than here? We try not to stick around illegally in school buildings too often.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You reach up and take the cloth from Sam, continuing to apply pressure with it yourself, “My place is only a few minutes up the road. Will that work?”

“I’ll drop you both there and go grab some food for everyone. Burgers okay with you, Y/N?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Cheese, onion rings, and barbeque sauce on mine. There’s a great take out place on the way to my house, I’ll show you when we go by.”

“Perfect.”

The three of you wandered through the silent halls and out to the parking lot, you pausing to lock the doors as you left.

“So why were you at the school this late on a Saturday anyway?”

“Oh, rehearsal had just gotten done a couple hours before and I was cleaning up and taking inventory of what we still needed for the set and costumes to be ready. Show’s only a few weeks away, getting to crunch time.”

Dean just shook his head, not understanding, but Sam grinned as he remembered how passionate you were when you shared the stage together. That fire was what had drawn him to you in the first place, made him argue with his father to return and finish the school year, gave him the bravery to kiss you the first time.

You tossed back a shot of whiskey from your perch on the toilet seat as Sam sterilized the needle. “It’s still going to pinch, but you only need three or four, so it will be quick.”

“Ready when you are, doc.” You smirked at him and pulled the cloth away from your head.

He wasn’t joking, it did pinch. Quite a bit. But he also didn’t lie, and it was over pretty quickly.

“All set. And just a kiss to make it better.” He leaned down and brushed his lips across your forehead where he had just finished pulling the skin back together.

“All better.” You smiled up at him, remembering once more the draw that his gorgeous eyes had on you.

You heard the front door close sharply and it pulled you and Sam both from the trance you had slipped into. “Food’s here!” Dean called out loudly from downstairs.

“Be right down.” Sam answered quickly, turning back to the counter to put everything back in his first aid kit.

The three of you sat around your small kitchen table and savored your burgers, fries, and the shakes Dean had decided were a necessity.

“So what else is out there?”

“Huh?” Dean looked up from his burger.

“Well, I assume if ghosts are real then other myths are too. Which ones?”

Sam cleared his throat, “Honestly? All of them. Werewolves, Vampires, Ghouls, ancient Gods and Goddesses, Angels, Demons…”

You choked on the fry you had just taken a bite of, “Demons? Angels? It really goes up that far?”

“It sure does, sweetheart. Hell, last year we had to fight God’s sister. At this point we’ve come to realize that there’s no such thing as a ‘myth’.” Dean chimed in.

It grew quiet as you continued eating and attempted to comprehend what the brothers were telling you. Ghosts were one thing. Werewolves and Vampires were one thing. Angels? Demons? God? And… God’s sister? Those were a whole different ball park. Sam and Dean both kept quiet, understanding you needed the time to process.

“I guess… that’s good to know?” You chuckled, your coping mechanism of deflecting heavy truths with humor was still well intact.

It worked well and the atmosphere of the room lightened, allowing the brothers to launch into funny hunting stories that were both educational for you and humorous enough to keep the conversation going. They poked fun at each other for silly mistakes and injuries, joked about their friend Cas’s inability to take things in any way but literally, and laughed about the funniest FBI names that they had used.

“So, what were you hunting when you left school for that week?” You spoke up during a pause in their stories. The food was long finished and all three of you were leaning back in your chairs, enjoying the moment.

“What?” Sam asked, Dean raised an eyebrow at you.

“Back when we went to school together, two weeks before the show you were out for an entire week. You said you were sick, but I knew it was bullshit then, and I really know it was bullshit now. What were you hunting?”

The brothers paused, both looking at each other. You could tell they were communicating silently again.

“Let’s see, that would’ve been ten years ago, Dad was with us….”

“Ah, yeah, if I remember correctly this was just a stop on his way while he was tracking a demon.”

“Tracking a demon?”

“Yep, tracking a demon. The one that killed our mom, actually.”

“Huh.” You pondered the new information, adding it to the list that you had been compiling in your head from the stories they shared.

“I do remember that now, Sammy here threw a fit when we left. He did go on the road with us to hunt some vamps, but after he continued to throw a fit until our dad agreed to come back here so he could finish the school year.”

“I did not throw fits, I merely discussed it with Dad and made him see my point of view.”

Dean laughed, “Oh-kay, whatever you say Sammy.”

You smiled, remembering how happy you were when Sam returned to school. How relieved you were that he was back. What that return would lead to for the two of you.

“Well, this has been great. Thank you for your hospitality, Y/N, but it is time for us to get back to our motel and catch some sleep before heading out tomorrow.”

“Yeah, thanks Y/N. It’s been great catching up. I’m glad to see that you’re doing so well.” Sam’s voice took on an edge of sadness.

All three of you rose from the table, chairs screeching as they skidding on the floor. Dean gave you a quick hug, “You take care now. I’ll be in the car Sammy.” He nodded at his brother as he walked to the front door.

You leaned into Sam’s embrace when he opened his arms, trying to hold your tears back. It had been so long, why were you still this upset over him leaving?

“Take care of yourself, Y/N. You’ve got my number now, if you need anything just let me know, please.” His lips brushed your hair as he kissed the top of your head. This was all too familiar.

“You too, Sam. Be careful while you’re, you know, saving the world and killing monsters and all that.”

“I do my best.”

He released you and took a step back. You held the tears in your eyes until he was out the door, only letting them spill softly when you heard the car start and roll down the street.

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You groaned at the headache pounding in your skull relentlessly. It was opening night, you couldn’t get a migraine on opening night!

Swallowing a couple of your migraine pills you walked down the hall to the staff restroom, leaving your student director to continue to get everyone ready. She was the best student you’d worked with since taking over the drama club, she would keep everything on track.

You splashed some cold water on your face and took deep breaths to counter the pain in your head and stomach. The pills should work quickly, you just needed to manage for a few more minutes. After some more cold water and the time in the quiet you felt it start to ease, grateful that you could return to the auditorium and get back to work.

“Ms. Y/L/N, someone is here to see you.” The head of your tech group greeted you as you re-entered the auditorium, pointing to the side of the room. You turned and saw none other than Sam Winchester in a suit, grinning and holding a large bouquet of flowers. He made his way over to you quickly.

“I convinced Dean to swing back through town so I could see the show,” He handed you the flowers as he explained, “Looks great! I know you’re busy, but I wanted to make sure I saw you beforehand so I could tell you to break a leg!”

You smelled the flowers, then looked up at him, “That was incredibly sweet of you Sam, thank you.”

He kissed you briefly on the forehead before backing away, “I’ll be back for the show.”

“Can’t wait for you to see it. Hang around after, I’ll show you around back stage.” You grinned at him, even more eager for the show to start than you had been before.

Your attention was quickly back to preparations and reassurances to your students, but every once and a while Sam would slip back into your mind and you’d smile to yourself.

The show went off without a hitch, and everyone was congratulating everyone else back stage after the curtain fell. You ran around making sure everything was put back in the correct place for the two shows you’d have tomorrow and Sunday, and felt exhausted by the time all the students had left. You were glad your headache had completely faded, and even more glad to see Sam leaning on the wall next to the door, watching you work quietly.

“You were very focused, I didn’t want to interrupt.”

“I do appreciate that. However, it’s all done now, so are you ready for that tour I promised?”

“Lead the way.”

You showed Sam the recently redone dressing rooms, excited to see Sam’s eyes light up just as much as yours when you showed him how much better the flow of everything worked than when he and you were students. He asked questions and complimented the show as you walked between places, keeping the conversation smooth and easy.

“And that’s that. I’m really glad you came back to see the show. And I’m really glad you enjoyed it.” You fidgeted with the bracelet you wore, nervous about what you knew was coming next. Another goodbye to Sam Winchester.

“I’m really glad I came back to see the show too. And I’d be really glad if you’d agree to go grab a drink with me.”

That wasn’t what you were expecting, “Don’t you and Dean have to be on the road?”

“Dean dropped me off, Cas is helping him with a case a couple states over. I’m here until they finish that up and was hoping we could spend at least some of that time together. Unless, of course, you don’t want to. If you’re too busy or even just don’t want to, I completely…”

You cut off Sam’s babbling with a strong kiss, reaching up to wrap your arm around his neck and entangle the other hand in his hair. “Let’s just skip grabbing the drink and go back to my place. I have liquor and beer, and a comfortable bed.”

The rest of the weekend passed in a blur. If you weren’t at the school for the show you were tangled up in bed with Sam, or cuddling and watching a movie on the couch with Sam, or running around town to your favorite high school hang outs with Sam. The greasy pizza didn’t taste as good as it did back in high school, but it was definitely fun to be kissing Sam back at the first place you had ever kissed him.

Unfortunately, when you got back from your school day on Monday afternoon you found a shiny black Impala waiting in your driveway.

Dean was sitting in the living room with Sam when you walked in. “Heya sweetheart. It’s good to see you again.”

“You too, Dean. Hope the hunt went okay? Sam said Cas was helping you out with it.”

“Yep, went just fine. Cas wasn’t much help of course, but it was nice to have him around.”

A man in a trench coat appeared behind Dean suddenly, and slapped the back of his head. “I was too ‘much help.’”

You jumped at the sudden apparition.

“I’m sorry, you must be Y/N. I am Castiel, angel of the lord. It is a pleasure to meet you.”

“Oh, uh, hi Cas. Nice to meet you too.” You stuttered.

Cas turned back to face the Winchesters, “I popped in to let you two know that we need your help. Crowley and I have picked up on another case and you two are far better at interviewing to figure out what’s going on.” Cas’s voice was gravelly, but very musical to your ears.

“Well that’s for sure.” Dean grunted as he lifted himself off of your couch. “Thanks for taking care of Sammy, and for the beer.” He smiled as he waved his empty bottle at you.

“No problem, any time.” You smiled back at him.

This time you were sure goodbye was coming, and you knew it wouldn’t be easy. It would be even more difficult that it had been the previous times you’d had to say goodbye to Sam. Before you had suspected, but this time you knew, that you were head over heels in love with him.

“Come on Cas, we’ll wait in the car for you Sammy.”

You and Sam just gazed at each other as the two other men left the room. You didn’t want to break the silence, but you knew it had to be done. You took a few steps towards him, “It was really great having you here Sam, let me know if you ever pass through town again, please.” This time you couldn’t hold the tears back and they slid freely down your face.

He closed the remaining distance between you and put his hands gently on either side of your face, “I will. I promise, I will.”

He kissed you one last time, softly. You kept your eyes closed as he removed his hands and as you heard his footsteps leaving the room. The house. Your heart broke a tiny bit more with every step he took.

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It had been almost a year. You’d kept in touch with Sam via texting and email, grateful that he was able to remain in your life in at least that capacity this time. It wasn’t the same, but it was sure better than nothing.

The drama club had just surprised you with an engraved plaque as the “MVP” of this year’s show and you were in tears. Between the exhaustion from the work it took to pull off five perfect shows this weekend, to the thoughtfulness and love from all your students, you were drained in the best way possible.

You gathered your things and walked out to your car, placing your bag in the trunk, but keeping the plaque with you to ride safely in the front seat. You slammed the trunk and jumped when there was a person standing next to your car that hadn’t been there a moment before.

“I didn’t make it into town to see the show on time, but still wanted to make sure you got these.” Sam chuckled at the shocked look on your face and held out flowers for you to take.

You recovered quickly, taking them from his outstretched hand and chuckling yourself, “I hope that’s not all you’re here for, Mr. Winchester.”

“What else could you want?” his smirk was just the right balance of frustrating and sexy.

“Get in the car and you’ll find out.”

You got three more days out of Sam Winchester during that visit. And two more about six months after. Soon he was showing up more often, even if he could only stay for a few hours. You relished the time you got to spend with him, excited that it was more regular, even if shorter. Dean would sometimes join you for dinner before going to crash at a motel, usually grumbling about how they detoured four hours on their way back from a hunt just so Sam could get laid. You knew down deep he was actually happy for his brother, but he couldn’t let that soft teddy bear interior shine through, now could he?

You looked back at how your life had changed over the past couple years, and was glad that Sam returning had been one of those changes. Who knew some kid you met in high school drama club would be so important to you?

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