#Sam Winchester Gifs

[seasononesam]

Okay. What's going on with you two?

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Daughter Problems

Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader, John Winchester & daughter!reader

Requested by Anonymous (x2)

Synopsis: you get your very first period, and the boys are unequipped to deal with it

A/N: I tried to make John comforting but still in character, I hope you guys like it! (PS—I’m on my period so this was perfect)

“Dad!”

The slam of the motel door and the sound of your voice jolted Dean out of his dozing and had his head shooting up from the lore book he was reading.

“Jeez kid,” he grumbled. “Do you have to be so loud?”

“Where’s dad?” You demanded.

“On a hunt.” Dean gestured to the book in front of him. “I’m researching for him. You got back just in time to help.”

“Not now, Dean.” You huffed. “I need dad.”

Dean was suddenly stiffer and more alert.

“Why? Something happen?”

You groaned. “No, De, I just need him.” You rubbed your arms. “Can—can I call him?”

Dean stared at you for a moment, realizing that your flannel was tied around your waist rather than covering your arms, despite the cold air outside and in the motel.

“What’s with the shirt?” He questioned.

“It doesn’t matter!” You snapped, and Dean’s eyes widened.

“Alright, c’mon, spill.”

“Dean, forget it, I need—“

“Dad’s busy. I’m all you’ve got. Now tell me what’s going on.”

“Is something wrong?” Sam’s voice came right after he stepped into the motel room.

“I need to call dad!” You insisted.

“We’re not calling dad,” Dean said. “You don’t have a choice here, kid. If you need something, then—“

You didn’t let him finish. With a dramatic huff, you took hold of your flannel and untied it, revealing the bloodstain on your jeans.

The silence was dramatic, long, and extremely uncomfortable.

“Um…I take it you haven’t gotten this before,” Dean said. “But I mean…you know what it is, right? Like you know—“

“Yes, Dean! I know what it is!” You retied your flannel, fidgeting uncomfortably. “And no, I’ve never had it before.”

“We could, uh—“ Sam rubbed the back of his neck. “I mean, we could try to get you some stuff…do you know what you need?”

“Not really,” you mumbled. “I mean, I know there’s different options but I don’t know what…”

“Oh boy,” Dean grumbled, rubbing a hand over his face. You felt your face heat up at Dean’s embarrassment.

“You know what, never mind,” you huffed, turning and heading for the bathroom. “Just forget it.”

“No no, wait—“ Sam tried to stop you, but you brushed past him.

“I said forget it!”

The slam of the bathroom door ended your demand for you.

…

“Do you think we should go to the store?”

“I don’t know, man, I mean I don’t even know what she nee-“

The brothers’ twenty-minute long argument was cut short by the door opening, and the imposing form of John Winchester entered the room.

“Hey boys,” he greeted, frowning when he was met with awkward silence. “What’s going on? Where’s your sister?”

“Um…the bathroom,” Dean answered. “She uh…she got…she’s on her first…”

“Would you spit it out?” John snapped.

“She got her period,” Sam whispered as if it were a secret.

“Oh boy.” John rolled his eyes, and Sam and Dean were taken aback when he chuckled. “And you two idiots have been standing around trying to figure out what to do?”

“Well…” Dean looked defensive, but he couldn’t think of anything to say to defend himself.

“Alright, alright.” John shook his head. “Apparently health class taught you guys nothing. Here.” He grabbed a notepad and started writing up a list. “I want you two to go out and get these, and I’ll deal with your sister.” He handed the list to Dean, whose eyes widened at the sight.

“She needs all that?”

“Just get going,” John demanded.

Once the boys were gone, he knocked hesitantly on the bathroom door.

“Hey sweetheart? It’s dad, can I come in?”

He was met with silence for a few seconds, before a weak “ok” prodded him to open the door. His whole figure seemed to soften when he saw you sitting in the bathtub fully dressed, your clothes and hair soaked.

“I wanted to wash the blood off, but I didn’t want to see Sam and Dean again just to get clean clothes,” you mumbled. “So I just showered with them on.” You rubbed at your tear-stained face, and kept your gaze purposefully averted from John.

“Oh kiddo…” John sighed, coming to sit by you. His pitying reply seemed to just upset you further, and you started to cry. “Hey, hey,” John soothed. “It’s ok, really. Your brothers are off getting a list of stuff, and I can help show you what you need.”

“Why are you being so nice to me?” You sniffled. “I got blood everywhere, and-and I’m a mess and I can’t stop crying…”

John had to admit, his little girl crying in a bathtub and questioning his sympathy felt like a punch to the gut. Was he really so bad?

“Look, I…I know I can be tough on you kids,” John admitted. “But I also know that this is a lot for you. This isn’t your fault, none of it—not the blood everywhere, or the crazy emotions, or anything. I’m just trying to make this easy for all of us, ok?”

“Ok.” You nodded, your tears finally subsiding.

“Ok,” John breathed. “Which means you’re gonna have to help me. Talk to me, what are you feeling?”

“My stomach really hurts,” you admitted.

“But you’re not…” John hesitated, then he huffed. “I mean you don’t feel like—“

“Like killing anyone?” You asked, struggling hard to resist rolling your eyes. “No…I kinda just feel like crying.”

“I’ll take it over the alternative,” John decided. A faint, nostalgic smile flitted over his features. “Your mother used to bite everyone’s heads off when—“ John shook his head, blinking hard as if blinking away the memory. “Um, anyway. I know you’re feeling pretty bad, but we’ve got enough enemies without you trying to kill us too.” John tried to smile again to indicate that he was—kind of—kidding, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. You smiled back anyway, if only to take pity on him, and he seemed relieved.

“I won’t,” you promised.

“We’re back!” Dean yelled as he entered the motel room.

“In here!” John announced, but when he saw you squirming and shrinking down as if you could disappear down the drain, he stood and went to meet Dean at the bathroom door instead. He took the bag Dean offered him and shut the door in his face.

“Ok.” John started laying everything out on the bathroom counter, and you felt like you would die if your face got any hotter. John noticed your face, and he stopped. “Right, uhh…” he put the bag down. “I’m just gonna leave this here and let you figure it out. Knock if you have any questions and I’ll come help you. I’m gonna get you some dry clothes, and you just…just come out when you’re done I guess.” John started to turn the door handle, but your voice stopped him.

“Dad?”

“Yeah kiddo?”

“Thanks.”

John grinned at you—a rare occurrence that you filed away in your memory—and walked out.

You stood up, laying a towel down on the bathroom floor so you wouldn’t get water everywhere, and took hold of the bag. It looked like the guys had gotten you just about every option of everything you could possibly need, including chocolate, which you munched on while you tried to decide what you wanted to use.

…

Ten minutes later, you were dried off and in clean clothes and hesitantly leaving the bathroom. You were surprised to see just your dad when entered the room.

“I sent the guys off to get some food,” John explained. “You feeling ok?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, shuffling your feet. “Are you, um…are you gonna be around?”

“I finished off the hunt,” John assured you. “I should be here for at least a few days.”

“Thank you.” You felt your dad stiffen in surprise when you hugged him, but he quickly relaxed.

“You’re welcome,” he said. “You know your brothers we’re just trying to help, right?”

“They’re idiots.” Your words—muffled by John’s jacket—make him chuckle.

“Yeah, sometimes they are. But hey, that’s what I’m here for, right?”

You grinned, your arms tightening around your dad. “Right.”

And John hugged you back tightly, a smile on his face as he realized that even as you got older, there were some things you still needed your dad for.

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[captainchilly]

"All right. Why don't you, uh, see if you can find an address, I'm gonna get cleaned up." ↳ 1.01 - PILOT

[lower-the-volume]

2.01 In My Time of Dying

[jaredwalkersam]

Sam Winchester | Red Meat | Car Series #1

[theshida]

📖🪪📌☮️

[supernovagifs]

𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 - 𝟏𝐱𝟐 - 🇯​​​​​🇦​​​​​🇷​​​​​🇪​​​​​🇩​​​​​ 🇵​​​​​🇦​​​​​🇩​​​​​🇦​​​​​🇱​​​​​🇪​​​​​🇨​​​​​🇰​​​​​🇮 ​​​​​𝖠𝖲 🇸​​​​​🇦​​​​​🇲​​​​​ 🇼​​​​​🇮​​​​​🇳​​​​​🇨​​​​​🇭​​​​​🇪​​​​​🇸​​​​​🇹​​​​​🇪​​​​​🇷 [2]

[padaleckigallery]

Supernatural - 11.22 We Happy Few

[funkytownwinchester]

[anu-piyakya97]

The Distance Between Us

summary: sam and the reader, childhood friends raised as hunter kids, face the emotional distance that has grown between them over the years. now sitting in the bunker’s library, they confront their fears and work toward rebuilding their connection.

pairing: sam winchester x reader, sam x fem!reader

word count: 1,563

warnings: angst, emotional distance, mention of loss and grief, hurt/comfort themes, brief mention of loneliness

a/n: i was lurking on pinterest and this gif just made feel whatever this is okke 😭

The bunker’s library was as quiet as a tomb, the soft hum of the old lights above barely breaking the silence. You sat at one of the long wooden tables, your eyes fixed on an open lore book, but the words blurred together. Across from you, Sam sat with his own pile of research, flipping through the pages of a dusty tome, though you doubted he was actually reading.

You’d known Sam your entire life. Both of you had been raised in the shadows of hunters—your parents had crossed paths with John Winchester on more than a few hunts. You and Sam had met as kids, two bookish nerds in a world of danger and darkness. While other kids played outside or talked about cartoons, you and Sam were in the back of motel rooms with your noses buried in old books, researching monsters and ancient curses.

It was a friendship forged in fire, in the chaos of the hunter’s life. Sam was always the one person you could count on. Even when he left for Stanford, and you stayed behind to help with hunts, he made sure you never felt alone. There were nights when he’d call you after a heated debate in his class, just so he could talk shit to you about it. You were states apart, but it felt like he was still right beside you, like nothing had changed.

Now, though, things were different.

You were both in the bunker’s library, seated just a few feet apart, yet it felt like there was a chasm between you. Sam had changed since his Stanford days. So had you. Life as a hunter, the years of fighting and loss, had taken its toll, and somewhere along the way, you and Sam had drifted apart. You missed the days when talking to him was easy, when it felt like no matter how bad things got, he would always understand.

But lately, even though he was right in front of you, it felt like he was a million miles away.

You cleared your throat, breaking the silence. “You remember, when we were in different states, you went to watch a movie just so I’d have someone to talk to.”

Sam looked up from his book, his brow furrowing. “Yeah… I remember. Why?”

You let out a quiet, bitter laugh. “Now, we’re in the same room, yet somehow, I have absolutely no one to talk to.”

The words hung between you, heavy and raw, and for a moment, you thought he might not respond at all. His face softened as he closed his book, pushing it aside slowly.

“I didn’t realize you felt that way,” he murmured, his voice low.

“How could you not?” you said, shaking your head. “You’ve been so distant, Sam. We’ve been through so much together—hell, we practically grew up together. But lately, it feels like I don’t even know you anymore.”

He exhaled, rubbing a hand over his face, as though he was trying to find the right words. “I know I’ve been... off. There’s just been a lot going on, with the hunts, with everything. I guess I’ve been so caught up in trying to keep it all together that I didn’t notice how much I was pulling away.”

You studied him, the way his eyes were clouded with guilt. You could see the weight he was carrying—the burden of all the things that had happened since his Stanford days, the things that had changed him. But it didn’t make the distance between you hurt any less.

“Sam,” you began, your voice cracking slightly, “I miss you. I miss the way things used to be, when we could just talk. Now, it feels like we’re always dancing around each other, like there’s something we’re both avoiding.”

His eyes flickered with something—guilt, maybe? Regret? He reached across the table, his hand hovering for a moment before he placed it on top of yours. His touch was warm, grounding, and for a second, the ache in your chest eased just a little.

“I miss it too,” he said softly. “I miss… us.”

Your heart clenched at his words, and for the first time in months, it felt like maybe—just maybe—there was a chance to bridge the gap between you. “Then why did you pull away?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Sam sighed, his thumb absently tracing patterns on the back of your hand. “I don’t know. After everything that happened, after Jess, after I came back into the life… I guess I’ve been scared. Scared that if I let anyone in, if I let you in, I’d just end up hurting you. Or worse, losing you.”

The vulnerability in his voice hit you hard, and you realized that this wasn’t just about him being distant—this was about fear. Fear of loss. Fear of opening up.

“Sam, you’re not going to lose me,” you said, squeezing his hand gently. “We’ve known each other since we were kids. We’ve been through hell together. I’m not going anywhere.”

He looked up at you, his eyes meeting yours, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you saw the Sam you used to know—the boy who shared your love for lore and monster research, who always had your back, no matter what. The man who had been your best friend long before things got complicated.

“I don’t want to keep pushing you away,” he said quietly. “I don’t want to be alone anymore.”

“You don’t have to be,” you replied, your voice soft but steady. “I’m right here, Sam.”

For a long moment, the two of you sat there in silence, his hand still resting on yours, the weight of unspoken feelings lingering between you. It wasn’t everything—there was still a lot you needed to work through, still so much left unsaid. But this? This was a start.

“I’m sorry,” Sam whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “For everything.”

You gave him a small smile, feeling the familiar warmth of his presence finally returning. “It’s okay. We’ll figure it out.”

Sam nodded, his grip on your hand tightening just a little. “Yeah. We will.”

In that moment, sitting there in the quiet of the bunker’s library, you realized that maybe the distance between you wasn’t so insurmountable after all. Maybe, just maybe, there was still hope for the two of you to find your way back to each other.

tbh the only reason i even decided to actually pen this down post it is @lailawinchesterr so babe here you go 🥺

[seasononesam]

I know that Mom’s dead, and I know that she’s not coming back. Okay, I hear what you’re saying, I just wish…

[jackexmachina]

Sam & Ian What's with you? I'm working! It's important.

[impala666]

Cuddly Sasquatch

That's right! I'm back! At least somewhat. I've been needing some more Sam Winchester and there isn't nearly enough on here. I need something new to read so I just decided to do it myself. So that's why I'm here, to give Sam Winchester the love that he deserves! P.S. I 100% think that Sam would be a fan of The Office. Hell, they probably both are. But Sam just really gives of Office fan vibes.

The Winchester brothers and yourself had gotten home to the bunker after a pretty gnarly hunt in Omaha, Nebraska. It had taken over a week and a half to try and track down the vamps that were literally sucking the life out of folks. As soon as the three of you pulled into the garage of the bunker you beelined for the showers before the Dean and your boyfriend the Sasquatch could beat you to it. All of you came home covered in vampire blood, so you were determined to make it to the fresh, hot water before the other two could use it all up.

It was an hour or two later, now you were sitting up against the headboard of the bed that you regularly shared with Sam. You were finally in your pajamas, sitting in bed with the book you were currently reading sipping on a glass of wine. It was so nice to finally sit back and relax and not read a book about lore for the monster that you were hunting that week. You were blissfully in a fictional world, totally ignoring your current one.

“Hey, baby,” Sam casually greets you. Slightly breathy as he strolls into the bedroom in nothing but sweatpants and a towel wrapped on his head. His anti possession tattoo, proudly on display.

“Hey, hon. So you beat Dean to the shower first, huh?” You asked him, taking another sip of wine.

“Yeah,” Sam chuckled as he took the towel off of his head and shook out the damp mop of hair on his head. “He really let me know it too, since he made sure to flush the toilet more than once to make the water hot as possible.” You giggled at the brothers childish antics as you turned your attention back to your book. Sam walked his way over to the dresser to toss on a t-shirt before turning the flat screen tv on.

“Hey, Sammy?” You asked him before he could lay down in bed next you and make himself comfortable. You looked up at him from your novel when you saw that he was looking at you, eyebrows raised, with the comforter lifted and paused. You knew that he was just about lay down next to you. “I’m empty.” You playfully pouted as you lifted your empty wine glass up to him and shaking it, hoping he loved your enough to get you a refill. Sam scoffed with a smile and glanced up at the ceiling shaking his head at you.

“You’re lucky I love you,” Sam joked with you as he took your glass and walked out of the room get you a new glass.

“I love you too,” you yelled after him. Smiling to yourself as you continued to read. Sometimes you couldn’t believe how lucky you got with Sam. He was so thoughtful and kind and funny. All wrapped in a handsome ass package. You had hunted with the brother for years, and all of you had seen some crap so dark you all thought it would swallow you whole at some point. But 3 years ago, one drunk night, after Sam and you thought the both of you would die and world would end. The two of you spent some time in the back seat of the impala and the two of you had been together ever since. You were each other's light in the darkness.

When you felt a shift on the bed you looked up and saw the light of your life with two wine glasses. A new one for you and one for himself. Sam returned to finding something to watch on the television before the both of you went to bed. Of course he settled on The Office, it was usually his go to after a brutal hunt. Something lighthearted and funny. After an episode had been chosen, Sam settled and rested his head on his pillow. He glanced up at you still sitting up in bed reading your book, but that wasn’t what he wanted. So he debated on leaving you alone for .5 seconds, but ultimately took your book, tossed it to the floor on your side of the bed and wrapped his arms around your waist. Dragging you down so you were laying down next to him the moved from his own pillow and rested himself on your chest. 

“Sam! How rude, I was reading that!” You exclaimed, at first upset that he made you lose your place in the book. But as soon as the big lug rested his head on you, you didn’t seem to mind and you let out a little giggle.

“You’ll be fine. I’ll help you find where you were tomorrow.” Sam told you as he continued to get himself comfortable on you. You rolled your eyes at him, but you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around him. One hand rubbing his back as best as it could reach, the other running through his hair. You felt Sam relax as he let out a deep breath and give you a peck on your neck before turning his attention back to the screen. As you felt his long legs tangle with your own you couldn’t help but give him a peck on the forehead as you took a whiff of his still damp hair.

“Hmm, I love my cuddly Sasquatch.” You told him softly as you continued to rub his back.

“I love you too.” Sam quietly mumbled back as he was trying to focus on the tv and not falling asleep. But he couldn’t help it. The way your hands felt on his back and in his hair made him feel warm and safe. He was finally home. And he was home with his person. That was all he wanted for the rest of his life. No hunting, no monsters, just this. Happiness.

[lower-the-volume]

2.01 In My Time of Dying

[jaredwalkersam]

sam winchester | 2.18

[supernovagifs]

𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 - 𝟏𝐱𝟐 - 🇯​​​​​🇦​​​​​🇷​​​​​🇪​​​​​🇩​​​​​ 🇵​​​​​🇦​​​​​🇩​​​​​🇦​​​​​🇱​​​​​🇪​​​​​🇨​​​​​🇰​​​​​🇮 ​​​​​𝖠𝖲 🇸​​​​​🇦​​​​​🇲​​​​​ 🇼​​​​​🇮​​​​​🇳​​​​​🇨​​​​​🇭​​​​​🇪​​​​​🇸​​​​​🇹​​​​​🇪​​​​​🇷 [4]