#also there was a plant next to it that was somehow connected to hunter idk

[dravidious]

Had a dream about The Owl House where I was Luz and somehow got the ability to turn into a titan. Also I was CONVINCED that Belos had like. Possessed or corrupted a plant in the front yard, but no one believed me.

[alluvision]

to love

Pairing → Sam Winchester x GN!Reader (no pronouns mentioned)

Summary → Sam and Reader had a fight about how you guys should take hunting down a notch, even though both of you feel at fault, a compromise isn’t actually hard to come by this time.

Warnings → Fluff? Angst again maybe? Idk and there are like four cuss words, calm down-

A/N → Hope you enjoy lmao, I now introduce to you my bad writing for Sam. He needs some love.  Hope I can provide :,))) 

Notes → Nothing. But I guess it’s mentioned reader is shorter than Sam, but there was no specific height difference spoken.

Word Count  →  1216

Requested  → No

To say the least, you and Sam had gotten into a fight.

It hadn’t been pretty. You yelled a few too many times for your liking but all Sam had done was look at anything but you and keep his mouth shut. 

The topic; hunting. 

Hunting had always been a topic hanging around your heads. An unavoidable nuisance that never really brought a good conversation to the table. 

You knew what you were getting into when deciding to get into a relationship with Sam. 

You had also grown up hunting, the only difference being you lived a half normal life. Moving around wasn’t always an occurrence because you had been raised by only doing hunts which were fewer than a ten hour drive from your house. 

The rest were to be taken care of by other hunters, or it would ultimately be decided that you would be left at home, continuing school, and being a normal person. 

Normal as the world knew you to be. 

And now, hours after that argument, more one-sided than most would be, you were getting ready for bed. 

You were an adult now, over the span of decades the job of hunting did what it does best, and took away most of your friends and family. 

Your mother was the only blood relative left alive, having been retired from hunting for longer than you had been fully sucked into it.

Getting ready for bed wasn’t the same without Sam’s presence. 

You missed the remarks he made as you brushed your teeth. The way he decided to look into your eyes through the mirror or plant a kiss along the side of your neck, or a peck on your shoulder. 

You missed how he not so subtly rested his head on your shoulder, closed his eyes and planted his hands on your hips, holding you with the idea stuck in his head that he could never let go of you.

He had once said it was physically impossible to let you out of his arms, a cheesy line he’d made early in bed one morning. 

But as the routine pushed forward, none of those touches, none of the interaction you had ingrained in your daily schedule, ever came.

You brushed your teeth alone, and finished your nightly routine alone. 

The bed felt empty, it felt like a part of you was missing and you hated yourself for not trying to apologize when you could’ve still found him in the bunker.

He’d left before you even had the chance to catch him, and you hadn’t seen him return. 

You snuggled as best you could into your sheets, instinctively stealing one of Sam’s pillows to hug because there was no Sam to hug. 

You fell asleep, unease bubbling up in you, and hoping you could talk with him the morning after. 

He was safe.

You knew he was safe. 

And by the next morning, though you hadn’t felt it climb into bed, you woke up to warmth. 

Warmth which your gut told you was normal.

It was a feeling that always managed to comfort you, but as you slowly woke up, you remembered how that warmth hadn’t been there last night.

You opened your eyes, Sam’s face being the first thing you see. 

You were entangled. The bedsheets were a complete mess from how you had ended up practically being smothered by your resident moose. 

As the feeling of simply waking up next to Sam settled in, you wrapped your own arms around him. Somehow managing to wrap yourself around him more than he around you.

It was tender. Every breath swallowed up by the morning that hadn’t yet woken up Sam.

Minutes passed, or maybe it was seconds, but to you it felt like an eternity of calm. 

Sam woke up, slowly adjusting to his compromised position of being trapped in your arms. 

“Hi,” he mumbled, most likely still half asleep. 

He continued cuddling you, choosing to bury himself into the crook of where your collarbone and shoulder met.

“Hi,” you said back quietly, smiling softly as you allowed yourself a moment of happiness. Your fingers lazily stroked his hair, your mouth pressing kisses to it of its own accord. 

Another few minutes passed before Sam removed himself from you, claiming, “I’m up.”

Though it didn’t really sound like it, you allowed him his freedom and let him go about his way. 

While he got ready you waited for your turn. The situation was still blurry for you, you understood it as much as you would a language you’d never heard of. 

Which was about zero percent. Maybe zero-point-one if you were lucky. 

Sam shortly came back from the bathroom, looking at you square in the face, “We need to talk.”

You had barely even opened your mouth when he had begun talking again, “And we will do that after breakfast. So come with me, please.”

Puppy dog eyes had never failed Sam, and they had yet to fail him. 

You complied, finding yourself walking alongside him. 

Routine seemed to be routine. It was something you never wanted to break.

Breakfast was filled with unadulterated affection. 

You were happy to have it, but couldn’t help but let your mind wander into the conversation which still needed to be had.

Ah, breakfast. As enjoyable as it was it inevitably had to end. 

“So..,” you broke the silence, elongating the ‘o’. 

He chuckled, “Yeah, so. I spent a lot of time thinking.”

You smiled slightly, remembering about the many jokes made in the past which usually went along the lines of, “Wow, you thinking? Dangerous right?”

“I- I want to be here more. With you and- and somewhere down the line, maybe we can get some of that apple-pie life?” It was a question, it was him exploring his options, to see if he’d messed up by just leaving the night before.

You felt as if you were the one that messed up much more. You had yelled. 

Biting your lip and feeling extremely exposed you nodded your head, “I want that. God you have to know how I feel when we go on separate hunts, it terrifies me not knowing what could happen. I-” You took a deep breath, wanting to not mess up this time around.

“I don’t want you to quit hunting, hell, I don’t want to quit it! But I- okay… I want to focus on us too. You know? What I meant, through all the shitty yelling I did last night, was that I love you. I love you so much and I never want to lose you, but I know you also have this weird ass complex of wanting to save people, which frankly I do too-”

Sam shut you up with a kiss, maybe this time he didn’t want to listen to your rambling, though he would never deny that he loved it.

“I’m taking that as a yes,” he said lips still against yours, cheesy as the situation was. “How’s that apple-pie life idea sound to you?” He continued, your foreheads connected as if you were one. 

As if the world would end if he wasn’t staring into your eyes, and you weren’t staring into his.

Thinking about it, that apple-pie life sounded like an amazing idea.