#he was so fixated on it going to plan he couldn’t see Crowley freaking the fuck out

[anotherfallenchild]

The physical need I have for Aziraphale to dramatically save Crowley from a situation next season, I wanna see the reverse damsel in distress implemented

[samwinlover-blog]

Through Thick and Thin

Pairing: Sam x Reader  Characters: Sam, Dean the reader Warnings: a little bit of angst, swearing, the reader almost breaks up with Sam  Word Count: 1917 Summary: (by @behindfairies) the reader is dating Sam but doesn’t know about what he really does for a living. When he decides to tell her she freaks out a little, but then eventually decides she will stick with him through anything.  Tag list: @amanda-teaches @myplaceofthingsilove@evyiione @mogaruke@aliensdeservebetter@27bmm@craving-cas @behindfairies @spnfanficpond @amanda-teaches @myplaceofthingsilove@evyiione @mogaruke@aliensdeservebetter@27bmm@craving-cas @spnfanficpond​ @amanda-teaches  @myplaceofthingsilove  @spectaculicious@bambinovak @bambinovak@writingthingsisdifficult@padackles2010 @mamaredd123@milkymilky-cocopuff @iwantthedean@zeppo-in-a-trenchcoat @spntrista @d-s-winchester@just-another-busy-fangirl@winchesterprincessbride@waywardjoy@supernaturalyobsessed@whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname@sandlee44@fangirl1802@kittenofdoomage @evyiione @winchestersmut@purgatoan@mogaruke @therewillbeblood @megansescape @taste-of-dean@leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid  @scarlet-soldier-in-an-impala@deathtonormalcy56@wildfirewinchester @notnaturalanahi@jensen-jarpad@impalaimagining@fangirlextraordinaire@itseverythingilike@jesspfly@lovekittykat21@mysteriouslyme81@mrswhozeewhatsis@aiaranradnay@supernatural-jackles@girl-next-door-writes@spnsasha@27bmm@spnfanficpond @amanda-teaches@myplaceofthingsilove@spectaculicious@bambinovak@writingthingsisdifficult@spn-imagines-to-feel@spn-ficfanatic@cleverdame@saxxxology@jensen-jarpad @keepcalmandcarryondean dancingpanda137 A/N: Part two coming soon! Also I’m thinking about turning this into one of my longer series- like maybe having the reader eventually become a hunter? I don’t know. Also, Crowley is going to be in part two so get excited! As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I hope everyone enjoys:) Love, Sam<3

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It was a beautiful late afternoon in Montpelier, Vermont. The sun was shining meekly through the clouds, making the weather fantastically mild. Everything was small, everything was quaint, just like any other day. The life you led wasn’t boring, but it wasn’t extraordinary. You were a librarian, working in the local bookstore from dawn to dusk. Having just gotten off of work, you were hurriedly heading home, stopping long enough to appreciate the sun setting on the horizon of the parking lot. Sam was coming home that night, and you were more than ecstatic to see him.  

You’d been dating Sam Winchester just over two years, and he meant the world to you. But the reality was, you didn’t see him often. He worked for a nonprofit law firm, traveling around the US and taking up particularly difficult cases for free. And, even though you’d never heard of his company before, you’d always secretly loved him for the work he did. You found it admirable, heroic even, that he’d devote so much of his time into helping others. Sam would stop by the house you shared ever so often, sometimes returning with mysterious cuts and bruises he refused to tell you about. And, even though he tried his best to be present and a part of your life, every time he left you found yourself wanting more. Needing more. 

When you pulled up into your driveway, you found his car already waiting in the space next to your own. A 67′ Chevy Impala or the ‘finest car in the world’, as he liked to brag. You knew the car was really his brother Dean’s, who worked along side him helping out when he could. You didn’t know the exact nature of Dean’s job, but you knew it required him to travel around just as much as Sam did. You found yourself fixating on the car as you drove to park next to it. The sleek black hood and gleamingly polished tires, it seemed perfect. The perfect car for the perfect man. 

“Hey! I missed you so much!” Sam greeted you as you walked in the door, immediately picking you up and spinning you around. 

“Hey!!” You responded through fits of laughter. 

“I was gonna cook something- I had all the plans set out and everything.” You frowned as you realized your surprise dinner plans had been ruined. 

“I’m one step ahead of you, babe.” Sam smiled back, while taking your hand and leading you into the dining room. 

Before you sat a candle lit dinner straight out of a movie. The lights were dimmed and flames from the long, elegant candles were the only source of light in the room. On the table, which was set for two, sat the most Italian food you’d ever seen. Your family was Italian, and Sam knew all of your favorite dishes. A fresh looking Insalata Caprese paired with steaming ravioli sat in the middle of the table. Between them rested a single rose and a picture that looked to be of him and his brother- probably from their travels together throughout the country. 

You found yourself blushing uncontrollably. Throughout all the years you knew Sam, he never failed to surprise you with how thoughtful he was. 

“You didn’t have to do all this, it’s too amazing.” You gave a wide grin and squeezed his hand before sitting down. 

He pulled out your chair for you and then pushed it back in as you sat before stalking over to his side of the table. The food smelled delicious and you truly couldn’t wait to begin eating. Sam had always been an great cook, and never failed to amaze you with the food he made. You on the other hand, weren’t the best chef. You knew enough to get by, but when it came to complicated recipes with complex instructions, your head started to spin. 

“No I definitely did, you deserve it. I’m sorry I’m away all of the time, but tonight I’m going to tell you something that’ll change everything. And maybe you’ll understand why I’m gone so much.” Sam’s gaze shifted down from your eyes and he seemed nervous looking. You wondered what he was going to tell you. Had he gotten fired from his job? 

“Okay, but I already do understand. It’s your job, if my job required me to travel across the country you’d understand. But I’m pretty sure being a librarian isn’t the same thing as a lawyer.” You joked, trying to catch his eye. 

When he finally looked up from the table, he was smiling back at you. The reflection of the candle’s danced in his hazel eyes. But you could still sense something was wrong, you knew him too well. You saw the tension in his shoulders and in the way he clenched his jaw, gaze darting around the room. You decided to put it out of your mind though. When he was ready to tell you whatever he wanted to say, he would. 

“So, tell me about Louisiana, how did the case go?” You asked, resting your elbows on the table. 

“It was pretty good, Louisiana is hot as hell though. And, of course, I missed you,” He gave a small wink in your direction, to which you shook your head and smiled slyly back. 

“I missed you too, Winchester”

Throughout the rest of dinner the two of you caught up and talked about everything that had happened since you’d seen each other last. Sam told you funny stories about Dean from the road which had you in stitches, and you told him about the library and all the new books you’d read. Conversation had always been easy between the two of you, but that night it was even more so. You flew from one topic to the next, neither of you stopping to catch your breath until everything to be said had been said. Any hint of tension or discomfort from before was completely erased by the end of the night. 

When the two of you finished eating Sam insisted on clearing all of the plates and then wash the dishes, not letting you lift a finger the entire time. It was sweet, him fussing over you the whole night, but you didn’t know why he was doing it. Yes, Sam had always been an amazing boyfriend. He never missed an anniversary or a birthday and always said the most meaningful things, but he was going a little over the top. While he was busy clearing all of the plates from the table, utensils clacking against the china, you wondered why he was acting that way. And, just as he finished, you remembered. Earlier he said he had something to tell you, and suddenly you became very nervous. What if he was going to break up with you? It seemed so out of the blue, such an incredibly random thing to do. But it would make sense, if he was going to break up with you this was how he’d do it. With a last supper of sorts, one final date to commemorate all the time you’d spent together before it was all over. And then, even though you knew it was foolish, you got even more nervous.

“Hey! So how did you like dinner?” Sam back down at the table, rubbing his hands together anxiously- why would he be doing that?

“It was amazing. You’re amazing, and I really missed you.” You blushed silently and smiled at him. 

“Me too, babe.” He smiled back reassuringly, but then got up and walked over to where you were sitting. 

“But there’s something I need to tell you.” 

The room fell silent, neither of you knowing what to do. The quiet was relentless; the only sound between you was your breathing. Sam sat there, wringing out his hands and trying to lock his eyes on your own. But you couldn’t face him, so you just focused your gaze on the carpeted floor beneath your feet. Gone was the pleasant conversation and meaningful stares from dinner. Honestly, if some third party was watching they would probably think the two of you were strangers. 

“What, what is it?” You finally forced yourself to meet his stare and saw his eyes begin to search your own. 

“My job, I mean, what I do for a living. I’m not exactly a lawyer...” 

You had to stop yourself from gasping. 

“Wh-what do you mean you’re not a lawyer??” 

What the hell was he talking about? Were all those late nights and missed phone calls he claimed were because of his ‘work’ just a way to get rid of you? You couldn’t really fathom what he had just said to you, was everything you knew about him a lie? 

“I did go to law school, and I do travel around the country with my brother.....but it’s not exactly what you think. (Y/N), this might, um, sound a little crazy. I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you sooner and I’m also really sorry for what I’m about to tell you....” 

Oh god, this was it, this was him breaking up with you. Or revealing more of the lies he had told you- wh-what if he was cheating on you?

“What I do for a living, it’s not the most orthodox thing to do. Dean and I, we hunt.....things.” 

“Things? What does that even mean, Sam?! You told me you were a lawyer, you told me you went to Stanford. Was everything a lie?!” You pulled your hands away from his grasp and stood up from your chair. 

When he didn’t respond you pressed on, “What do you do for a living?! Spit it out!” 

You didn’t want to get so upset at him, but you couldn’t help it. Two years of your life had been devoted to this man, and right now it felt as though you knew nothing about him. His entire profession had been a lie- what else was he not telling you? What if he was a criminal? When the two of you first met you didn’t think twice about any of that, instantly trusting him. It had been a stifling summer day in the library and when he first walked in. You remembered being so nervous when he asked you where to find a few books, almost dropping your pen a thousand times. He had been confident- as he usually was- and started up a conversation. One thing lead to another and you found yourself giving him your number within hours of meeting him. 

“Dean and I hunt....things that aren’t exactly....natural.” He looked down at his hands, which were still being wrung out nervously. 

“What- like ghosts? Are you joking?” You gave him a soft smile, wondering if he was pranking you as he often did. 

But the look he gave you in return answered the question, he most definitely was not joking. His face fell and his brows furrowed, as if he really believed what he was saying. 

“What- like ghosts and stuff? Sam, what the hell?!” You wrapped your arms around your shoulders and backed away from him. 

“Th-they’re called spirits, and uh, yeah- stuff like that. I’m sorry I know it sounds insane, but let me prove it to you okay? You won’t have to leave the house and all I need is 5 minutes.” 

You hesitantly nodded your head yes, but still refused to step any closer to him.