#do you think the ancients told pebbles i love you goodnight. do you think that just before ascending he got an influx of people saying

[salsa-di-pomodoro]

FHABSNCIEKBAHFIEJSJ HOW ARE YOU SO FUCKING FAST IT CANT HAVE BEEN MORE THAN HALF AN HOUR

But by the way i looked up the most asked Alexa questions and

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@salsa-di-pomodoro your tags are phenomenal. heres more doodles inspired by them

[thegirlwhorunswithwinchesters]

The Last Time

Summary: A familiar visitor reappears on your doorstep. Only this time things do not end the way you’re used to.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Brief mentions of minor character death, angst (turned to fluff)

Word count: 3.7K

A/N: This was supposed to be a quick drabble at first but then the story took on a life of its own and there was nothing I could do about it. Hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Let me know what you think (:

Beta: @bookshido

Sam knew every detail of the path to your doorstep like the back of his hand. The different shades of grey that crunched underneath his feet as he walked down the pebbled pathway. Every scratch and blemish in the fading paint covering the steps of your front porch. Even the blurry upside-down way your doorknob reflected his face when he looked down to stick his key in the lock.

Light footsteps sounded as soon as he had opened the door. Seconds later, you appeared from the doorway that led to the kitchen, a dripping wet bowl in one hand and a towel in the other. You were barefoot, wearing a yellow summer dress that hugged your frame in a way that made Sam look a little longer than a person was normally supposed to.

“You know, I gave you that key for emergencies.” You raised an eyebrow and tilted your head. “When I’m home I expect everyone to ring the doorbell. Even you.” But your attempt at judgement didn’t last long. Soon, your lips curled up into a smile and you were walking over to the tall man that made your already small entrance hall look like it came straight out of a dollhouse.

Sam didn’t say anything, just smiled back at you. He reached to take the bowl and towel out of your hands before setting them aside. Now both having your hands free, you wrapped your arms around each other in a bone-crushing hug. He could hear you take a deep breath.

“’S good to see you again, Sam,” you mumbled into the fabric of his plaid shirt. His hand rested gently on the back of your head, keeping you there for as long as the moment would allow.

“You too,” came his first words. He pulled away only slightly so you could tilt your head back and he could dip his down to press a soft kiss to your lips. You tasted of vanilla with a hint of cinnamon and he wondered if you had been baking again.

The sound of small feet thumping down the stairs made you both pull away. A young dark-haired boy rounded the corner at the end of the hallway. As soon as his eyes fell on their visitor, he started grinning from ear to ear. “Uncle Sammy!” his high voice roared as he charged forward.

“Hey, big guy!” Sam laughed as he crouched down to meet the boy in a strong embrace. “You look good, Scotty. Been taking care of your aunt here, like I asked?”

The boy nodded heavily, stepping back and using two hands to grab one of Sam’s. “Come on!” he said, practically bouncing up and down in excitement. “I have to show you what I built with the Lego-set I got from auntie Y/N.”

Sam let Scott pull him forward a few steps but then stopped to send you a questioning look. He wasn’t sure if he was asking you to give him a reason not to go or if he was just asking you to come with them. Either way, he didn’t want to leave you alone.

“It’s okay,” you said, sending him a reassuring smile. “You two head upstairs to look at the castle. I’ll finish up the dishes and then I’ll join you.”

“You just ruined the surprise!” Scott scolded you with wide eyes. “Now he already knows what I made.”

You covered your mouth and pretended to be just as torn up about this turn of events as your little nephew seemed to be. Luckily, Sam jumped to your rescue.

“I didn’t hear a thing,” he said, sounding almost convincing to your adult ears. Scott seemed to buy it, though. “Tell me, what did you build?” The genuine look of interest in Sam’s eyes made you smile fondly at him.

“Just come and see!” The little boy was impatiently tugging at Sam’s arm with all his 9-year-old strength.

It wasn’t until the two of them disappeared up the stairs that you stopped watching their interactions. Seeing Scott this excited and genuinely happy made your heart swell.

Though you felt blessed every day to be allowed to care for such a wonderful young boy, the way it came to be was your worst curse. You loved Scotty like a son but he wasn’t yours. He was born to two loving parents, one of them your older sister. They had everything going for them until one day it was all ripped away in a heartbeat by a freak accident. Both your sister and her husband had died, leaving you to raise their then two-year-old son.

It was how you met Sam. He was the one who eventually told you what really happened to your sister and brother-in-law. Ancient evil spirits. A whole new world had opened up to you and it had been a lot to take in after already experiencing such a great loss. It was part of the reason why you and Sam kept in touch. With becoming the primary caretaker of Scott came great responsibility and Sam made sure to check in and tend to your every need. It didn’t take him long to see your strength, and the immense willpower inside of you when it came to making sure Scott got the life he deserved. Admiration grew into something more, something stronger, and Sam found himself making up new excuses every time to knock on your door and stay longer.

You didn’t mind. His company gave you solace. Not to mention Scotty adored him. An occasional visitor became ‘Uncle Sammy’ and the comfort of a friend turned into the warmth of a lover.

Both your lives didn’t allow for more than a handful of weekends together. Afternoons spent in the park were your favorite because of how joyful Scott always was, running ahead of you in the sunlight. Nights falling asleep on Sam’s bare chest, feeling the heat of his skin against your cheek, your head rising and falling with every slow breath he took, came in a close second.

This arrangement between the two of you seemed to have formed by itself as time passed. You were busy with raising your nephew and Sam had the hunting life with his brother that he still put before anyone and anything else. If anyone understood, it was you. Family was most important.

Though he had never said it out loud, you knew you were just as much an escape to Sam as he was to you. The life he lived was rough. Whenever he was with you, he could let go of that for a moment. You loved that the most about your time together; the opportunity to live in the moment. To pretend like nothing else was out there but the three of you.

The tough moments came when the bubble burst. At some point Sam would have to hit the road again. It was a moment you always knew was coming the second he stepped foot in your house. Every time, you pushed it away until it couldn’t be ignored anymore. It was easier that way.

While you put away the last of the dishes, you put away the last of the nagging thoughts of strained goodbyes and Scott’s inevitable little pout as well. This was the part you were supposed to enjoy, and you were reminded of that when you heard the sound of Sam’s voice as you climbed the stairs to the first floor.

Scott was sprawled out on his stomach over the carpet in his bedroom, Sam sitting next to him with one long leg outstretched and the other folded under his body. You stood in the doorway for a moment, watching them in their own little world before they noticed your presence. It was Sam who looked up first, and you wondered if maybe he knew you had been there all along.

“You wanna join us?” he asked. You could see in Sam’s eyes that he wanted nothing more than for the three of you to have a moment together. Then Sam saw your gaze shift to the alarm clock on Scotty’s bedside table and he gave you an understanding nod. “C’mon, little fella,” he said to the still playing boy on the floor as he pushed himself up onto his feet. “Time for bed.”

The sounds of protests from your nephew were instant. You had expected this to be a struggle now that Sam was here. It had been so long since Scott last saw him and of course he wanted to play together a little longer. But to your surprise, Sam needed only a moment to convince the boy they would have the entire next day to do anything he wanted.

“Besides,” Sam concluded his small plea, “the sooner you fall asleep, the sooner the next morning will be here.” He was already folding up Scott’s clothes at this point after the boy had changed into his pajamas.

You watched with that same smile on your face you couldn’t seem to shake when seeing them interact with each other. Sam and Scott disappeared into the bathroom until they came back with Scott’s teeth freshly brushed and Sam’s shirtsleeve stained with some toothpaste. Another few minutes and the sleepy young boy was tucked in and ready to have some sweet dreams. You kissed his forehead and wished him goodnight before leaving the room with Sam.

It wasn’t until you were settled on the couch, each with a bottle of beer in hand, that the two of you really started talking. You had lots to catch up on. Sam told you about the latest hunt he had been on with his brother and Castiel, the angel he had told you about before. He left out all the gory details. Not because he thought you couldn’t handle hearing about those kinds of things, but because he didn’t want to have to relive them again himself. You were his safe haven, he wouldn’t have told you about the hunt at all if you hadn’t asked.

Then it was your turn. You told him mostly things about Scott, not so much about you. He didn’t mind because every little detail about Scott, his friends and the things he had learned at school made him smile. Though whenever you did slip in a little detail about your own day to day life, Sam couldn’t help but lean in a little closer than he had already been doing to listen even more carefully.

You swallowed the last of your beer and licked the bitter taste off your lips. It was the first time a silence had fallen since you both started trying to fill the other in about everything they had missed out on. Sam took the empty bottle from you and put it down next to his on the coffee table before getting up from the couch. At first you thought he was going to get the two of you another beer but then you saw him walk over to the radio in the corner of the small room.

As one of his hands reached to pick a particular CD-case from the dusty stack with a certain determination, the other moved to open the lid of the radio’s built in CD-player. For a second you wondered if the device would even still work, you hadn’t used it in forever. Then the thing produced some static noise and Sam pressed play.

He made sure not to put the volume up too high. It was soft enough not to wake up Scotty but still loud enough for the two of you to enjoy. And as soon as the familiar melody filled your ears, your body filled with warmth in response. It was the first track of your favorite album. You had probably told Sam about it some time in the past, though you couldn’t even remember when. He obviously still did.

Sam was suddenly standing in front of you. Without saying anything, he took your hand and pulled you up out of your seat before tugging you to his chest. Your arms wrapped around his body and his hands moved to rest on your hips. That is how you softly swayed to the music together, your head resting on his chest so you could hear the calming sound of his beating heart.

Once the first song ended and another one started to play, Sam’s voice sounded softly in your ear. “If you want to, you can tell me about what’s been bothering you.”

Your eyebrows pulled together in a frown and you leaned your body back slightly so you could tilt your head and look into his gentle green eyes. “What do you mean?”

One of the corners of Sam’s mouth went up into a half-smile that sent a string of electricity up your spine. “I know that look, Y/N. You can tell me.” He dipped his head down a bit so he could look deeper into your eyes. You wondered if he knew exactly what he was doing to you. “Maybe I can help,” he then offered as a final plea.

You always told Sam everything, and you knew that even if he could not help you, it would still feel nice to get it off your chest. All the while you spoke, the two of you kept swaying. It brought a pleasant sense of calm to your spirit.

“Scotty’s been asking a lot of questions,” you told him. “About his parents. I knew things like this were going to happen. He’s asked brief questions before over the years. ‘Why does Katy from school say it’s weird that I live with my auntie’,” you recalled out loud to him. The memory of the way you felt the day Scott asked you that question when you came to pick him up from school would probably never fully fade.

“Or, ‘Johnny said I can’t play soccer with him because I was raised by a girl. Why is that?’” You didn’t realize you were flailing your arms around until Sam gently grabbed a hold of them and pulled you against his chest again to remind you to take a breath and relax. You did exactly that and this time continued in a much more collected fashion. All this time, Sam didn’t interrupt or try to bring anything into the conversation. He wanted you to get everything out of your system first and you appreciated it greatly.

“I’d always remind him there is nothing wrong with the way he is being raised. I make sure he knows his mom and dad loved him very much and even though he won’t fully understand it all until he’s older, you know I’ve told him they are gone. But recently he hasn’t just been asking me why, he has been asking me about the ‘how’ as well. Some days he won’t drop the subjects for hours at a time and I… I don’t know what to do. What am I supposed to tell him?”

You finally looked up at Sam again. He had been listening intently, you could tell by the familiar look on his face. Once he saw the one on yours, he knew you needed him to speak up.

Normally Sam always had an answer ready for you, but this time you could see his reassuring look falter for only a split second. He had to clear his throat before he said, “Maybe… you could just tell him the truth.”

As soon as the words had left his lips, Sam flinched. He knew there was no ‘just doing something’ when it came to these kinds of things. Despite the fact that you had once told him you tried to hold on to only the happy memories of your sister, the truth didn’t change because of it. And the truth was that she and her husband had died a horrible death. Though not in vain.

“What I’m trying to say is, his mom and dad died saving him.” Sam reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “That should mean something,” he added in a soft whisper.

You took in a deep breath and leaned your head against Sam’s chest again, your cheek against the soft fabric of his shirt. “I know,” you said. “And it does. It means everything. But I can’t tell him.”

“You need more time,” Sam concluded with an understanding nod. “That is perfectly okay, you know. You shouldn’t beat yourself up about it.”

“It’s not that,” you sighed in response. His hands were now rubbing soothing circles over the small of your back and you closed your eyes at the pleasant sensation that was in such contrast to the kind of things your own thoughts were making you feel.

“Or maybe it is, but it’s something else as well. I still feel guilty about what happened. Every day, I wish I had done more to save my sister.” You feel Sam’s body tighten in your embrace and you know he is about to interrupt you so you beat him to it.

“I know,” you reassured him. “I know I shouldn’t feel guilty. There was nothing I could have done, and deep down I’m aware of that. Yet, I still think about it every day and feel at least some sort of responsibility. Misplaced or not, I can’t get it out of my head, even after all these years.” You could feel your head move as Sam drew in a deep breath at your confession. Then you added, “If I can’t, how could I ever expect Scotty to?”

That was when Sam finally understood what you had been trying to say. What you had been worrying about for God knew how many months, or maybe even years. He stopped swaying and pulled away to look at you. “You think if he knows, he will feel like it’s his fault.”

Your eyelids fluttered open to look back at the man in front of you. “It’s a possibility,” you nodded. “And I can’t do that to him. I’m supposed to look after him, Sam. I’m all he has.”

Tears glistered at the brim of your eyes and Sam’s large thumb moved up to brush away a single stray that had escaped down your cheeks. In his own eyes, you noticed a form of conflict, as if he was mulling something over in his head one last time before sharing it with you.

“That’s not true,” he then said. “You have me.” The tone of his voice had shifted only slightly. It was apparent enough to notice but you couldn’t quite place it yet.

“Sam, I-“ you began to protest.

“Shh,” he hushed you softly. He leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Let me finish, please?” His voice was soft, yet heavy with what you now realized was care and love, all directed toward you.

After receiving a nod from you, Sam continued. “I’ve been thinking about this for a long while. Talked it over with Dean multiple times. You are doing incredible taking care of Scotty by yourself. You’re the strongest woman I know, Y/N.” His smile wavered. “But that doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to need help more times than I’ve been able to give it to you.”

“What are you saying?” You couldn’t help yourself from speaking, even though Sam had asked you to listen. A million possible answers to your own question surged in your mind, but there was only one you hoped to be the truth.

“I know we always say I come by to check on you two and then I’m gone till next time.” Sam took a deep breath and you could tell he was trying to hide how nervous he was. You had never seen him like this before. He was always very sure of himself, never any doubt evident in his eyes or the way he went about things. This was a new side of him that, just like all the other ones you had explored over the years, you adored instantly.

Then Sam said something that sounded better than any music he could have possibly played for you. “If you’ll have me, I’d like this to be the final ‘next time’. I’d like to stay.”

You were at a loss for words for a long time, astounded by the request you had hoped but never believed would actually make its way into one of your conversations one day. Luckily, Sam didn’t seem to mind your lack of response. He had said what he wanted to say and it was understandable you now had a lot to think about. So he simply pulled you back against his chest and started swaying to the music again. For the longest time you danced in silence.  Even after the CD ended, Sam just kept moving the two of you through the quiet.

“What about your brother?” you eventually came with a response. Your voice was soft, barely above a whisper, and you pressed yourself more solidly against Sam’s warm body. For some reason the thought of him being around permanently, made you even more afraid to lose him.

“He’ll have me on speed dial,” Sam said. “If he needs me, I’ll be there. I will never be able to completely stop hunting. We’ve met a lot of people over the years, though. Made a lot of friends that are also hunters. Dean’ll have help.”

That answered one of the many questions you had, most of which you were scared to ask. It was as if Sam could read your mind, because he spoke again and answered one of the most heavily weighing queries.

“Of course there will be a risk. I carry a lot of involuntary baggage I will never be able to shake.”

You knew most of which he was talking about, and you had expected Sam to already know how you felt it about it, too. “We have plenty of that around here,” you said. “I’ll make some room in the garage for you to stash yours.”

“So is that a yes?” Sam leaned back to crack a smile at you and the hesitation in his eyes was gone.

“There have always been risks, Sam.” You wanted him to know, despite your previous attempt at a joke, you had a very realistic understanding of the possible dangers. “With you here, at least I won’t have to face them alone anymore.”

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Tagging @cocklesbelli because they asked me to. Is this a taglist? Idk. Either way: Enjoy, love!