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[alphabetquest]

I'm surprised Dean didn't volunteer 🤣 and Cas was brilliant. But of course Sam will do it, he likes to help. 😜

Prompts: No string attached.

Another One For @jarpadversebingo

Square filled: Sex Pollen

And My First For @alphabetquest

Prompt: No Strings Attached

Warnings: Language, Smut, Sex Pollen, Shower Masturbation, Fantasying about P.I.V, Fantasying about Fem. Oral Receiving.

Summary: Trying to recover an artifact for Cas you run into a nifty little thing called sex pollen.

Special Thank To @copperboom82 My Forever Beta Bestie 🫶

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“Are you sure you’re ok?” Sam asked from the passenger seat of your bronco.

“Yes.” you reassured him. “I’m sure if the magic pink dust was going to have any effect on me it would have happened by now.”

“You don’t know that.”

You looked over at him. “Sammy. I am fine.”

“Did you get it?” Cas asked as soon as your feet were in the bunker.

“Yes, here” You handed him the the wrapped artifact you heisted from the witch’s den.

“Thank you.”

“We may have a problem though,” Sam said walking up behind you.

Cas looked at him, then to you.

“It’s nothing.”

“Little Ms. Independent couldn’t wait for someone taller than her to reach the damn thing.” Sam explained. “She knocked a wooden box down, and some kind of pink dust came out of it.”

“What was it?” Dean asked as he approached.

“Not sure,” Sam huffed.

“I’m fine. I feel fine,” you said slapping away Cas’s hand

“And you’re sure?” He asked giving up trying to see for himself.

“Oh my god, yes.” you groaned as you walked away.

The scent of vanilla sandalwood filled your nostrils as Sam sat next to you in the library, making you shift in your seat.

“You alright there, y/n?” Dean asked watching you squirm.

“Fine.”

You leaned back in your chair bringing the lore book to your lap. A flash of heat rushed through you as Sam leaned in. “Whatcha reading?”

“A book…”

He let out a light chuckle. “Huh, you don't say.”

You lifted your eyes, skimming over his hard jaw line, the stubble on his cheeks, those cute dimples that dipped when he smiled.

Your eyes stopped when they reached his lips. hey looked so soft, so full. You wondered what it would be like to kiss them. It was as you started to lean in that you slammed the book shut and shot up out of your seat.

“Uh, I gotta go. Do a... a thing.” You pursed your lips together and walked out.

You inhaled deeply, your muscles easing as the hot water cascaded over them. You let out a sigh when you heard a knock on the bathroom door.

“Hey, y/n!”

“Sam, if I have to tell you I’m fine one more time I swear I’m going to punch you,” you shouted.

You heard him laugh, “Dean made burgers. Yours is getting cold.”

Another flash of heat washed over you, pooling at your center as you thought about inviting him in. How sexy his hair would look dipping wet. Your core thrummed as you mind wandered. His muscular arms would be holding you up against the wall. Thrumming turned to throbbing as you thought about his hard cock pounding into you until you couldn’t take anymore.

Your fingers traced down your stomach in the same pattern of Sam’s imaginary lips, his hair tickling the sensitive skin as he kept inching down. Letting out a light moan, your finger tips circle your clit, as Sam’s tongue starts to do the same.

Your fingers quicken their pace at the same time as him, making you moan louder. His hazel eyes flashing up at you through wavy brown strands as he watches you squirm with pleasure. You bring your free hand down, sliding a finger in your entrance. You feel the tension in your stomach start to build as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. “Fuck Sam,” you moan out as you work yourself closer to your climax, focusing on the imagines in your head.

“Come for me y/n” He lets out in a whisper, your walls pulsate around your fingers as the bliss crashes over you, your panting muffled by the shower and you ride out your high.

“Cas, can I talk to you for a minute?”

3 pairs of eyes flash to you as once.

“I’m ok, I just need his help with something,” you told the Winchesters

“Like?” Dean said with raised eyebrows.

“Like his opinion on what lingerie I should wear tonight on my date.”

Sam cleared his throat as Dean’s face held a dumbfounded look. “Yea, Cas you’re the man for the job.”

“I don’t really think I’m the best person for this.” Castiel objected as you walked into the hall.

You rolled you eyes. “No, that was to get away from them. Something is wrong with me.”

“Are you hurt?” He asked lifting his hand in you direction.

“No.” you said slapping it away once more.

“Well then what’s wrong?”

“Well,” you scanned the hallway and lowered you voice. “I um, I kinda thought about Sam today.”

“Well, he is your best friend. I imagine he’s well being crosses your mind many times a day.”

You sighed. “No, Cas I thought about Sam and ya know...” You sigh again when he still doesn’t get it “rubbed one out”

“I don’t understand. What were you rubbing?”

You eyes flicked down, as your hand gestured to your nether regions

Castiel’s eyebrows shot up “Oh, Oh.” he nodded his head. “And you’ve never thought about?”

“Nope.”

“And you don’t have feelings for-”

“Nope.”

“And you think it has to do with the-”

“Yep.”

“I’ll be right back.” And with a small breeze he was gone.

You screamed out in pain as you woke, drenched in a pool of your own sweat, agony rippling through your veins.

“What the hell?” Sam busted though your bed room door.

Dean, gun already drawn, scanned the room. “What’s wrong with her Sam?”

You felt the bed dip as Sam sat down. “I don’t know, she’s burning up.” He looked to Dean then back to you. “Are you hurt?”

“No.” You winced as the touch of his hand on your cheek made the throbbing worse. “Where’s Cas?”

“Cas!” Dean’s gruff voice echoed through to the hall.

“I’m here.” Cas said rushing to your side. “y/n I figured out what it was.”

“And?” You asked, your walls thrumming to the point of pain made you whine.

“Well for lack of a better term, it was sex pollen.”

“What the fuck is that?” Sam asked as he stood up

Castiel looked up to Sam “It’s a witches pollen. If she doesn’t have intercourse,” he looked back down to you. “I would guess soon, her fever will continue to raise.”

“And then what?” Dean asked.

“Well, a fever greater than 105.8°F cause cause organ damage. Then if it reaches above 108°F it can cause convulsions and maybe death.”

“So, you telling me if she doesn’t get laid, she will die.”

“Yes.”

“And there’s nothing you can do?” Sam asked.

“I’ve been looking into it, but-”

“You’ve been looking into it?” Dean cut him off. “You knew?”

Castiel sighed. “Yes, earlier she told me something was wrong when she-”

“Shut up Cas!” You shouted.

“When she what?” Sam asked.

Castiel looked at you, staying silent.

“When she what, Castiel?” Sam’s voice rose.

“When I got off to you in the shower,” you shouted, the flashback of your imagination making the throbbing pain in your core worse.

Sam’s jaw dropped a bit, “I. Um I didn’t know you had.”

You sighed. “I don’t that’s how I knew something was wrong.”

“Mm I’m just gonna go... Call Rowena.” Dean said stepping backwards.

“I already tried.”

“Well maybe she found something new.” Dean rushed out the door.

“I managed to track down Drexyl, I was about to go see him before you called.”

“Go. If she gets any worse, we will call.”

“Or…” you said once Castiel had vanished.

“Look, you're awesome and a really great hunter, but.”

“Sam, I’m not asking you to fall in love and get married, I’m just asking you to fuck me so I don’t die.”

“Just sex?”

You nodded.

“No strings?” he asked

“No strings,” you echoed his words

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[justwhisperingfantasies]

This is my first piece for @jarpadversebingo . Squared Filled: College A.U Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader best friends to lovers. Warnings: Language, Fluff, Angst(ish), Pining, Drinking, Jealousy, Couple Fighting. Summary: College is hard. Add on being in love with your best friend (who you have to watch struggle in their relationship) Make's it a real B**ch. Word count: 2500 Special thanks to @nightxcreature for being my beta 🫶 My Tag list My Master List Hope y'all enjoy ♡

“I’m never gonna get this.” Sam huffed as he tossed the old book on the coffee table.

“Not with that attitude.” You told him,

“I think we need a break.” He voiced, standing up and starting toward the mini fridge in your common room.

“So, where’s Jess at tonight?” you asked him

“Um, girl’s night.” He said twisting the cap off two beer bottles. “She said she needed to let off some steam.” He rolled his eyes.

“Hmm. She’s been doing that a lot lately.” You commented.

“Yea…” He handed you a beer and sat down. You clanked your bottle to his and took a drink. “Back in the day she used to get mad when I didn’t go out with her.”

“We don’t have to talk about your relationship problems, if its too awkward for you.”

“You’re my best friend y/n.” he bopped your nose. “Why would it be awkward?”

You hated that term "best friend." Good enough to keep all your secrets and talk through your problems with but not good enough to be in a relationship with. You forced a smile, trying to mask the sting you felt every time you heard it.

"She’s been distant." Sam admitted, fidgeting with the label on his beer bottle. "I feel like she's pulling away, and I don't know what to do about it.”

You nodded, feeling a mix of empathy and frustration. "Have you talked to her about it?"

"I've tried, but she just says everything is fine." He sighed, taking another swig of his beer. "I don't want to push too hard and make things worse, you know?"

You leaned back on the couch, staring at the ceiling. "Relationships are complicated. Maybe she just needs some space to figure things out."

"Yeah, maybe." He seemed lost in thought, his eyes distant. "I just wish I knew what she was thinking."

You turned to him, your heart aching for him and for yourself. "I'm sure it will all work out, Sam. Sometimes people just need time."

"Thanks, y/n." He gave you a small smile. "And thanks for being here. I don't know what I'd do without you."

You smiled back, hiding the turmoil within. "Anytime, Sammy.”  You picked the book up off the coffee table. “So back to Constitutional Law.” You told him, making him groan.

“y/n!!” Sam shouted, collecting dirty looks as he ran through the library toward the table you were sitting at. “I did it! I passed the test!”

You stood up and threw your arms around him, “I knew you could it it!!”

His arms tightened around your waist; your feet left the ground as he spun you.

“Ok, enough spinning.” You told him, making him laugh.

“I couldn’t have done it with you.” He kissed your chest, making them turn red. “Thank you.”

“Yes, you could have.” You reassured him “But you’re welcome.”

“I gotta go call Jess.” He pulled out his cell phone, walking away.

Your hand slid to the place where his lips just were, a sharp ping in your chest as you watched him walk away. You sat back down returning to your books, determined to focus, but the lingering warmth of his kiss made it difficult to concentrate. The library seemed quieter, almost melancholic, as you gathered your thoughts and tried to push the emotions aside.

“I don’t get it Charlie.” You told your best friend as you plopped on her bed. “Why can’t he see it?”

Charlie sighed, putting down her book and turning to face you. “You know, sometimes people just can’t see what’s right in front of them. It’s like they have blinders on, focusing on everything but the most obvious thing.”

You stared at the ceiling, feeling the weight of her words. “But why? It’s so frustrating.”

“Maybe it’s because they’re scared,” Charlie continued thoughtfully. “Scared of ruining what they have, or scared of what might happen if they acknowledge it. Or maybe they’re just not ready to see it yet.”

You sat up, hugging your knees to your chest. “So, what am I supposed to do? Just wait?”

Charlie smiled gently. “Sometimes, yes. And sometimes, you just must be patient and let them come to their own realization. It’s not easy, but if it’s meant to be, it will happen in its own time.”

You nodded slowly, taking in her words. “I just wish he could see it now.”

“I know,” Charlie said, patting your hand reassuringly. She stood up and moseyed over to the mini fridge. “But trust me, if it’s meant to be, he’ll see it eventually. And until then, we have beer.”

You managed a small smile, feeling a bit more hopeful. “Thanks, Charlie. You always know what to say.”

“Anytime,” she replied, the bottles clanked as she tapped your bottle with her own and you both took a swig.

You could hear yelling as you walked up the hallway to the apartment, recognizing Jessica’s voice getting closer to their door.

“Um, maybe we should just go without them, Max.” You voiced turning around to him.

“Or maybe they need to go out to end the argument.” He countered.

“Dude… That sounds bigger than just an argument.”

Max rolled his eyes and knocked on the door.

Sam's face was a mixture of sadness and anger as he opened the door. The spark in his eyes as they met yours was undeniable. "Hey guys… sorry about the noise," he said, his voice a blend of frustration and relief.

Concern etched on your face. "Is everything okay, Sam?"

He sighed heavily, running a hand through his tousled hair. "It's been a rough day.”

"Maybe getting out for a bit will help clear the air." Max pleaded.

A weak smile tugged at Sam’s lips. "Yeah, you’re probably right. Let me just grab Jessica."

As Sam turned back into the apartment, you exchanged a worried glance with Max. Moments later, Jessica emerged, her face flushed and eyes weary. Despite the tension, she forced a smile. "Ready to go?"

You nodded, hoping the evening out might provide some much-needed relief for everyone. "Yeah, let’s get out of here."

You all walked down the hallway together, the tension in the air was thick, almost palpable. Each step echoed the unspoken worries and unresolved conflicts. Sam walked ahead, his shoulders slumped slightly, while Jessica kept her gaze fixed on the floor. You and Max exchanged another glance, silently agreeing to make the evening as light-hearted as possible. As you reached the building's exit, the cool evening breeze brushed against your face, releasing some of the awkwardness.

Your group managed to find an empty high-top table. You sat down next to Max, across the table from Sam.

“I’ll be right back.” Max said as he started towards the bar.

Your eyes scanned the bar, trying to hide your discomfort.

“So, y/n, big day Monday. Isn’t this exam worth half your grade?” Jessica asked you.

“Yep. If Max wouldn’t have held me to my promise I would have my nose in a book right now.”

Sam chuckled. “I’m surprised you didn’t bring them with you.”

You peered at him as you gave him a mocking look. Jessica’s eyebrows rose as you and Sam teased each other.

Making his way back, Max sat a tray on the table. There were 9 shots and 3 beers sitting on it.

“Did you leave any for anyone else?” Sam joked.

“Shut up and do a shot.” Max remarked.

As the glasses emptied, your group relaxed and started having fun.

Jessica stood up and started swaying her hips, you could tell she was starting to feel the effect of the alcohol. You looked away as she wrapped her hands around Sam from behind. Not being able to stop it, you glanced back out of the corner of your eye. Your heart sank as you found a wide smile on his face with her whispering in his ear.

He chuckled. “You know I don’t dance, babe.”

She pouted.

“That’s not going to work.”

“Fine” She sighed. “Max, come dance with me?” she held out her hands.

“Of course, darlin.” He drank the last swig of his beer and stood up. “But forewarning if a hot guy approaches me, I’m ditching you.” he stated as he gabbed her hands, making the 3 of you, chuckle.

Sam turned to you. “What’s on your mind over there?” he stretched his leg, tapping you on the knee with his foot.

“How did you know?”

“Your beer.” He pointed at the bottle in your hand. You looked down realizing you were scratching off the label with your nail. “You always do that when you’re debating something, or nervous.”

You let out a soft, amused chuckle. “Well, I was debating on whether I should ask you what’s going on with you two.”

 “Ah I see.” He smiled and took a drink. “I don’t want to bother you with it.”

You glared at him. “Come on. Out with-it Winchester.”

He chuckled. “It’s stupid.”

“Amuse me.”

“She thinks I have feelings for you.”

You swallowed hard as your heart leaped into your throat. “Why would she think that?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

Sam shifted uncomfortably in his seat, glancing away for a moment before meeting your gaze again. “I don’t know! Maybe because we spend a lot of time together, and she gets jealous”

You looked at him intently, searching for any hint of truth in his eyes. “And do you?” you asked softly, almost afraid of his answer.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Honestly, I don’t know what I feel anymore. She’s been so distant lately, and you’ve always been there for me. It’s confusing.”

You felt a mixture of emotions swirling within you. Hope, fear, and deep empathy for your friend. “Sam, I’m always here for you, but I don’t want to be the cause of any problems between you two.”

He nodded, appreciating your candidness. “You’re right. I need to clear things up with her.”

You pulled your purse onto your shoulder as you walked out into the common room. Charlie was sitting on the couch, smiling at you. Your eyes followed hers as she looked at a bouquet of white lilies with red roses, sitting on the coffee table.

“What are those?”

“I do believe they call those flowers, darlin’.” She smarted.

Your head tilted “Well no shit sherlock. Who sent you those?”

“They aren’t for me.”

Creases formed in your forehead as you read your name written on the note card. “Who are they from?” You leaned down and grabbed it.

“I didn’t read it, but I got a good guess.” She smiled.

The card read:

You're not going to need it, but good luck today! You got this y/n! I'll see you after.                                             -♡- Sam

You blushed slightly, feeling a wave of warmth washing over you as you tucked the card into the pocket of your purse.

“Maybe you won’t have to wait much longer,” Charlie teased, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

A smile tugged at your lips. "Yeah, maybe not," you replied softly.

“How did you do you have so much shit, Sammy?” Dean asked his little brother as he loaded more of Sam’s belongings into his truck.

Sam chuckled. “Thank you. For helping me.”

“Not a problem.” Dean sighed. “Are you sure it’s over? You might be able to.”

“Dean.” Sam cut him off. “It’s over.”

“What are you not telling me Sam?”

Sam glanced at Dean, a small smile creeping onto his face. "I have feelings for someone else," Sam explained.

Dean smiled as he registered Sam’s words.

"She's incredible. Smart, kind, everything I finally realized I needed." He paused, looking down at the ground for a moment before meeting his brother's eyes again. "She's been my rock through all of this."

“She is pretty special huh?”

"She is," Sam affirmed. "She's got this way of making everything seem... brighter. Even when things are tough, she’s always there, supporting me, believing in me."

Dean nodded slowly, processing his brother's words. "Well, Sam. It’s about damn time."

A weight lifted off your shoulders as you walked out of the exam room. A smile spread across your face as you saw Sam pacing in the hallway, waiting for you.

"I didn't know you meant right after, Winchester," you said, a hint of playful surprise in your voice.

Sam's smile broadened, his eyes lighting up with warmth and amusement. "Oh, so you got the flowers," he said, his tone teasing yet tender

"I did," you replied, starting to walk over to him, your heart fluttering with every step. "They're beautiful, Sam. Thank you.”

Sam's smile widened even more, if that was possible. "I'm glad you like them," he said, his eyes sparkling with warmth and amusement.

“So, how’d you do?”

“What do you think? I aced it.” you teased.

“Of course you did.” He agreed, still smiling

“So, what’s the plans for today?” you asked him

"Come on," he said, taking your hand gently but firmly. "There's something I want to show you."

You followed him, curiosity and excitement mingling in your chest. He led you through the winding corridors of the building until you reached a staircase that ascended to the roof. With every step, the anticipation built, the air between you charged with unspoken words.

When you finally reached the top, the view took your breath away. The iconic, red-tiled roofs of the university buildings gleam brightly under the azure sky, creating a picturesque contrast against the lush greenery. The palm-lined main quad is bustling with students and visitors, all soaking in the warmth and vibrant energy of the day.

Sam turned to you, his expression soft and vulnerable, a look you had seen rarely but cherished deeply. "I have a confession. And I’m sorry it’s taken this long, Being your best friend has been the best thing that’s ever happened to me " he began, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “You a way of making everything better. You’ve been my light in the darkest of times. But.” He started walking towards you.

Your heart pounded in your chest as his words sank in.

His steps slow and deliberate, as if he was savoring each moment leading up to this one. The wind played gently with his hair, and the sun cast a warm glow on his face, highlighting the sincerity in his eyes.

His hand cupped your face once he got close. “I don’t want to be your friend anymore.”

A smile spread across your face as his words hung in the air, their warmth enveloping you like a cherished memory.

"I love you," he confessed, his eyes searching yours for a response. "More than I ever thought possible."

Tears of joy welled up in your eyes as you whispered, "I love you too, Sam."

With a relieved smile, he closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a tender, heartfelt kiss. In that moment, everything felt perfect.

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[justwhisperingfantasies]

Another piece for @jarpadversebingo

Square Filled: One Bed.

Pairing: Soulless Sam X Fem Reader.

Warnings: Language, Drinking, Supernatural Violence, Soulless Sam, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Unprotected Sex (NO!), P.I.V, Oral F. Receiving, Fingering, Sexual assault, Cannon with a twist. Let Me Know If I Forgot Any.

Summary: It's Been 12 months Since Sam Winchester Confessed His Love And Then Took The Jump, Sacrificing Himself To Save The World. When A Vampire Hunt Goes Wrong An Unexcepted Hero Saves Your Life.

Special Thank You To : @copperboom82 thank you so much for being my beta and all the help 🤍

Part 1 Part 2

You closed your eyes and braced as you wait for the throat slashing to begin, but a warm liquid sprayed across your face instead. You opened your eyes, shoving the headless vampire corpse off you. You got to your feet, wiping the blood off your face.

As your eyes adjusted to the dim light you can see a tall silhouette. Your blood ran cold, ‘it can’t be’ you thought. He turned to face you and there he was. Sam Winchester. You eyes went wide as you gasped.

He gave you a half smile. “I’ll explain later. Right now, we have to get out of here.” Sam grabbed your hand and pulled you forward, his grip strong and reassuring. “This way,” he urged, leading you down a narrow corridor. The ancient stone walls felt as though they were closing in, and the echoes of your hurried footsteps added to the growing sense of dread. “There’s an exit just ahead.”

“Sam, it won’t matter.”

“Just trust me, ok?”

You could see dawn breaking through the archway of the exit

“Almost there.” Sam promised.

“Sam!” you cried out, feeling fingers wrap around your ankle, you fell to the ground, forehead bouncing off the rough stone below. Your vision blurred as the ringing in your ears made your head throb worse. You could barely make out Sam’s words.

“Y/n! Y/n, Damnit.” You felt his arms lifting you as the darkness washed over you.

When you regain consciousness, you realize your surroundings changed. The damp corridors of the rundown building were replaced by a small, unfamiliar room. The scent of herbs and incense filled the air.

You could feel eyes on you, you peeked not opening your eyelids all the way. Sam was sitting in an armchair in the far corner, watching your every move.

“I know your awake.”

“How do you know?”

He chuckled. “Because I know you.”

“What are you?” You asked, making him lift his brows. “A demon? A ghost? Shifter?”

“None of the above.”

“Then what?”

He stood up, grabbing a knife. “Silver knife.” He winced as a drop of blood began to roll down his forearm.

“Holy water.” He picked up a jug of water with a rosery hanging from it and took a big swig,

“Salt.” He poured the white crystals onto his tongue, making a face as he closed his mouth

“Iron.” He picked up a candle holder.

You slowly rose to your feet, “It’s really you…”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you reached out to touch his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin under your fingertips. “But how? Sam, I watched you jump in...”

“I wish I knew. I woke up in a field alone.”

“Castiel?”

“I’ve tried Cas, hell I’ve tried reaching out to Crowley. Nothing.”

“And Dean?”

“Dean got his happy ending, well as happy as a hunter can get. I’m not ruining it and I’m not about to let anyone else ruin it.” He retorted. “I looked for weeks and got nothing. I decided to quit wasting my time.”

His words echoed in your mind as you stepped back, ‘Weeks?’ you hesitated. “Sam, how long has it been?”

He sighed.

“When did you wake up in that field?”

“Almost 12 months ago… give or take a day”

“You’ve been out this whole time, and you. didn’t even.”

“By the time Bobby and I found you.” He cut you off. “He said you were better.” He explained “Over me.”

You scoffed a laugh.  “Over you...”

“Seemed like you were getting there with that biker douche.”

“Oh, don’t even act like a jealous ex-boyfriend Sam Winchester.” The anger running through your veins made your voice raise. You walked over to the door “It was your choice to not reach out.”

You heard whispers as you walked the halls of the unfamiliar house. Eavesdropping, stepped up to the cracked door.

“I don’t understand why we had to help her, and why did we have to bring her back here?”

“Because Sam cares about her, Therefore we care about her.”

“Yea, but.”

“Christian, let it go. I ain’t gonna tell you again.”

“Do you want to meet them?” Sam asked walking up behind you.

“Who are they?”

“Campbells.”

“As in..”

“Yep.” He said pushing the door open.

The two men looked over, “Sam how is she?” The older man asked.

Sam side stepped,

“Ah, she’s awake. How are you feeling darlin’?”

“Confused.”

“Yea I get that.” He said.

“y/n this is Samuel Campbell.” Samuel walked over to you with his hand out.

“Mary’s dad,” you breathed taking his hand.

“She knows about your mom?” Samuel asked looking over at Sam.

“She knows everything.”

“Not exactly.” you stepped back. “Aren’t you suppose to be dead?”

“Well, we have a theory, whatever pulled me up, pulled him down.” Sam told you.

The younger man grumbled something under his breathe and walked out.

“That’s Christian, third cousin.” Sam told you.

“Not a big people person huh?”

Sam chuckled. “He’s ok once you get to know him.”

“Hey Samuel. Oh hi.”

“Gwen, y/n. y/n Gwen. Also cousin.”

“Pleasure.” she nodded.

“Same.”

“Do you need a change of clothes?”

You looked down, Blood and dirt splattered and smeared all over you.. “My duffle is in my truck…” You looked over to Sam with wide eyes.

“Do you really think I’d leave your truck behind?”

You squinted as you stepped outside, the bright sunlight glared in your eyes.

“You ok Champ?” Sam smiled “there's been a lot dropped on you today.”

“Honestly, it’s all still processing.”

“That’s fair.” He tousled his hair. “Can I help?”

“Not sure.”

“What is it?”

“What’s what?” you asked with a furrowed brow.

“The question you’re too scared to ask.” you narrowed your eyes. “Like I said babe, I know you.”

“Well, you already kind of answered it, I guess but it just bothers me you didn't call.”

He sighed as his eyes fell. “I know, I should have. I guess Bobby saying what he said and then seeing you with that guy…” He looked back up at you “I got scared.”

You head tilted “Really?!”

“Yes, I didn't want to reach out only to be shot down”

“Samuel William, when have i ever shot you down?”

“Fair.” He rubbed at the nape of his neck. “but I didn’t want to hear it, if you were over me.”

You chuckled walking towards the porch stairs. “Honestly, I don’t think I could ever get over you Sam.”

“I think you could if you tried.” you heard his voice from behind you, while you were bent over in the backseat of your truck.

You grabbed your duffle and stood back up, facing him. “Now, why would i do that?”

“Why wouldn't you?”

“Sam, what are you not telling me?”

“Nothing.” You peered at him. “y/n I swear.”

“Sam, I know there’s.”

He pulled you into his embrace cutting off your words. his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck as he inhaled your scent. “God, I missed you.”

The silence  rang in your ears as you lay on your stomach, pretending to be asleep. The weight of the night pressed heavily upon your chest, every creak and whisper of the room conspiring to keep you awake.

His presence lingered in the air, a palpable energy that set your nerves on edge. You could almost hear his breath, soft and deliberate, as though he were trying to coax you into revealing your wakefulness.

Minutes felt like hours as you lay there, battling the urge to confront him. Finally, the weight of his gaze became too much to bear. You rolled over, finding him sitting in the armchair positioned in the corner. “Are you just gonna sit there staring all night?”

He chuckled. “There’s only one bed sweetheart; what do you expect me to do?”

"Could always find another room," you quipped, rolling your back to him and sticking your ass out on purpose. "No one's making you stay here.”

“Is that really what you want?”  he challenged, as you heard his footsteps getting closer. Your breath hitched as the bed dipped below his weight. “Sam…” His fingertips skimmed up your thigh, as he leaned into your ear “Tell me to go if that’s what you want.” his hot breath tickling your ear.  “Right after you tell me why you're wearing these.” He whispered as he played with the hem of your tight biker shorts.

“They are comfortable.”

“Are you sure that’s it?” his hand cupped your curves “It’s not because you know how good your ass looks in them?”

Your heart quickened as he trailed kisses down your neck. “Sam.” You whimpered as your core thrummed with desire.

“Do you want me to stop?” his fingers gripped your hip. “No,” you managed to get out as he grinded his length against your backside. “I didn’t think so.”  His grip tightened, rolling you on to your back, his hungry lips captured yours as he climbed on top of you. Fire coursed through your veins as he ground his hard shaft against your clothed center, muffling your moans with his lips as he continued the motion.

His hand slid up your shirt, “No bra again?” He murmured as his hand cupped your breast. You inhaled sharply as his hand started to knead firmly at the soft tissue. Your fingers twisted in his hair, pulling his lips back to yours. His fingertips glided down your stomach, your walls clenched as they found your clit. You moaned into his mouth as he started tracing circles over your shorts.

He leaned back on his knees, his gaze filled with hunger and desire. Feeling his hands grip the waistband of your shorts, you lifted your hips, and Sam slowly slid them down your legs. His lips were back on yours as his weight fell on you, taking your breath away. He trailed kisses down your neck while pulling your t-shirt up to your collar bone. Chest exposed, he dipped his head and drew another moan from you by flicking at your nipple and then taking it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardened peak. His fingers found your clit and then dipped between your folds. A growl escaped his chest when he felt how wet you were

You moaned his name as he slid a finger into your entrance. His tongue danced over your abs as he made his way down. He inhaled your sweet scent, You moaned praises of his name as his tongue started lapping at your clit. He slid another finger inside you without stopping his tongue.

He flashed you a mischievous grin as your walls clenched around his fingers and went back to work.

Your hands gripped at his hair as his fingers pumped faster. The tension got tighter as he began to pump harder. “Sam, don’t stop.” you moaned almost to your peak

“You gonna come for me baby.” the pain mixing with pleasure as his finger slammed into you.

“Yes.” You cried out as your release crashed over you, the vibration from his groan intensifying your orgasm as it coursed through you.

He looked back up at you, his fingers still harshly penetrating as he helped you ride your high out.

Once your walls stopped pulsating, he leaned back on his knees, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off. Looming over you again, his tip teased your entrance

“Tell me you want me.” He demanded in a whisper

“I want you Sam.”

“Good girl.”

You moaned as he dipped inside of you, stretching you slowly “Fuck baby.” He groaned “So tight.”

He drew his hips back, then buried himself back inside. Electricity coursed through you as he started pounding into you.

The sensations were overwhelming, feeling his engorged cock sliding in and out, hitting your spot like no one else could, his lips on yours, the intoxicating smell of his skin, his outlined back muscles beneath your fingertips.

Your nails dug into his skin as the tension started building again. He stopped when your walls started throbbing. He pulled out as a light chuckle left his lips. “Not yet princess.”

With one quick motion and a small yelp your face was in the pillow. He slid his hand under your hips and lifted you up on all fours, growls rumbling in his chest as he palmed your ass. “It looks even better without the shorts.” Stinging pleasure followed as he slapped it.

He lined up his tip again, and pushed back in, your moans echoed through the room as he thrusted.

His long fingers wrapped your throat as he quickened the pace. You walls clenched again, making him groan.

“You wanna come?” He grunted, his thrusts getting harder.

“Yes.” You whined.

“I think you could do a little better than that.”

“Sam please.”

Another groan replied to your words as he wrapped his free hand below your hips, rubbing your clit with his fingertips. The tension started again.

He growled and thrusted harder. Your walls clenched tighter as the tension reached its peak. “Let me feel it.” He demanded, biting at your neck.

You cried out his name as the bliss washed over you again,

“Fuck” He moaned as your walls convulsed around him, making his hot seed coat them. Heavy pants filled the air as he slowed his pace, riding your highs together.

He pulled your back to his chest as he slid out of you, wrapping his arms around you he planted a kiss on your cheek.

“Well, that was different.” you commented laying your head on his chest.

“Good, different?” He asked, running his fingers through your hair.

“Absolutely.”

You blinked awake, stretching your arm you found an empty bed.

The door swung open, and Sam walked through coffee in hand. “Rise and shine.” he said handing you a cup of coffee.

“Oh my god is this?”

He rolled his eyes. “Yes, Dean coffee.” He said with a mocking tone.

You inhaled the a rich, warm inviting aroma. “Oh, I missed Winchester coffee.”

”Really Winchester coffee now?”

You sipped “mmmm.”

“I think you missed the coffee more than me.” He teased, sitting in the armchair in the corner.

“Does that really surprise you?” you played along

“Not at all.”

You got up to get dressed, his lips twisted into a smirk as his eyes scanned your exposed skin. “Can I help you?”

”Nope, just thinking about throwing you down on that bed and having my way with you.. again.” He winked.

“Have a question.” you said pulling the shirt over your head.

“Of course you do.”

“How did you know where i was last night?”

He sighed. “I really didn’t know you were there until I saw your truck. We had been tracking that group of vamps for weeks.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “While we're on the subject, don't you think it was kinda stupid going into a camp nest by yourself.”

“One, I wasn’t by myself when I went in.” The images of the fellow hunter flashed through your mind.

Sam grabbed your hand and pulled down into his lap. “Two?” he asked once you head was readying on his shoulder.

“There weren't that many when we followed him.”

“So, who was he?”

“A friend of my mom’s.”

“I’m sorry, babe.”

“Thanks. I only knew him a couple days.” you swallowed hard. “He told me stories about her though.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, apparently this one time she took 3 werewolves down… by herself.”

He chuckled lightly. “That doesn’t surprise me.”

“I miss her.”

“I know.” he kissed the side of your head. “You need to go see Bobby.”

“I do?”

“He thinks you hate him.”

“Why would he think that?”

“Well he said you told him you would be back before your drive off, and he never even got a call.”

“Are you really going to lecturing me about calling people?!”

He rolled his eyes. “Are you ever gonna let that go?”

“Eventually.”

“Bobby!” you shouted as you walked through the door.

“y/n?” You heard his groggy voice answer from the library.

“Hey old man.” You teased as he wrapped his arms around you

“Balls.” He said as Sam walked in the door behind you. “What’s wrong?”

“Something has to be wrong for me to come see you?” You asked.

“No, but if he's with you something's wrong.” Bobby walked over to Sam.

“Actually he saved my life, if you can believe that.”

Sam scoffed a laugh “Wow!”

“You two wanna tell me what the hell happened?” Bobby snapped

“I tracked down some of Mom’s friends.” you explained. “I found Dave.”

“As In Dave Fleming?”

“Yes. We went out for a beer started reminiscing about mom.” You took a breath. “When we noticed a suspicious guy sitting at the bar. Turns out he was a vamp, who had a whole lot of friends.”

Bobby got into the fridge. Pulling three beers out, he handed one to you and one to Sam. Then cracked his open.

You sighed and took a drink “Dave didn’t make it.”

“Damn.”

“It’s my fault. I should of left him alone.” You whispered.

“Damnit, y/n what have i told you about that shit.” Bobby sneered. “Hunters know what they are getting into, ain’t nobody's fault”

“If it wasn’t for him.” You nodded to Sam. “I wouldn't of made it either “

“Eh, I had help,” he told Bobby.

“You're still hunting with the Campbell's?”

“Yes, sir.”

“How's that going?” Bobby asked sitting down at the table.

“Going good” Sam sat across from him.

“So, what's the plan now?” Bobby asked taking a drink.

Sam looked over to you. “We haven't really talked about it, Bobby.” He told him.

“Ya could always get out, settle down.”

Sam let out a belly laugh.

You looked at him with furrowed brows.

“Yeah, like you're gonna get out.” He said still laughing

“Idk, Dean seems happy.” You blurted out.

His eyebrows raised. “You’ve talked to Dean?”

“Yes..”

“When?”

You sighed. “About a week ago. He called to check in.”

“Huh, well good thing you have Dean to check up on you.” Sam rebuked.

“Yea the whole 12 months you were gone.” You used air quotes on the word gone.

Sam’s jaw clenched as eye peered at you.

“Bobby, does Dean check in with you?” His eyes lingered on you while he asked Bobby.

Bobby cleared his throat as Sam's eyes moved to him. “ Sometimes, but not often.”

“Hmm.” Sam’s head tilted bringing his gaze back to you with pursed lips.

You rolled your eyes at him and pushed off the counter. Your eyes scanned the library once you made it to the doorway, finding empty whiskey bottles scattered everywhere, open lore books covered the surface of the desk, and the mini trash can next to it over flowing.

“Hey Bobby.” You looked back at him. “ Is your maid on vacation?”

“Oh hush mouth,” he grinned at you.

“Ya know, you didn't have to do all this.” Bobby told you gesturing to the now clean house. “But thank you.”

“It's nothing.” You said scrubbing the last dirty pan. “ I'm sorry.”

Bobby furrowed his brows at you.

“I should have at least called.”

Bobby held up his hand. “You’re not the one that should be apologizing. I should of told you Sam was out, but he was so dead set that you were over him and.” Bobby started when he noticed you head tilt. “What?”

“Nothin.”

“Uh, did you forget who you are talking? That face wasn't nothing.”

“Later.” You said barely audible.

Realization washed over Bobby's face as Sam's footsteps changed on the aluminum floor.

“So, Samuel just called.”

You turned around and leaned in the sink.

“Oh yeah?”

“There’s a case.. if you're interested.” he told you with challenge in his eyes.

“Interesting.”

Bobby’s eyes darted between you and Sam. Then he rolled them with a sigh. “Oh hell. Go. You both know you want to.”

A corner of Sam's mouth rose to a half smile.

Bobby stood in front of you as you stood by the driver’s door of your truck. Kicking at the rocks in the drive way.

“I'll be back Bob.”

He narrowed his eyes at the name, making you laugh.

“He's different. Ya know?”

“Well sweetheart he was possessed by the devil, and spent a day in hell. In a cage with him.”

“Yeah…”

“I'm sure he's just working stuff out.”

You sighed. “Fucking Winchesters.”

Bobby chuckled. “Fucking Winchesters.”

You made it half way back to the abandoned house that the Campbell's claimed, before Sam broke the silence.

“You should of told me you and Dean talk regularly.”

“I wouldn't call it regularly.”

“He shouldn't have to worry about you.”

“He doesn't. He knows I'm a big girl that can take care of myself. Just likes to check in every now and again.”

Sam stayed quiet as he looked out the door window.

“Why are you so jealous?”

He scoffed. “I'm not.”

“You sure are acting like it.”

“Trust me sweetheart, I’m not jealous.”

“Hmm. K.” You pressed your lips together, not able to hide that his words stung a little bit.

He grabbed your hand and laced his fingers through yours. “Baby, I didn't mean it like that.” He raised your hand bringing your knuckles to his lips. “I just don't want him to get roped back into all this shit.”

“I get it, Sam.”

The Campbell's were loading their cars when you pulled in front of the house.

Sam rolled his window down as Samuel walked up. “We got ‘em, but we have to go now. Are you guys ready?” .

“Let me grab my stuff outta my car.”

Samuel nodded and went back to helping load.

Walking back over Sam gestured, asking if you wanted him drive. You shrugged. Driving didn't really bother you, you were used to it.

He opened the driver's door. “Scooch, you've been driving a while.”

You pulled the arm rest up and did as you were told. “So, what's the plan?”

“Didn’t say.”

You looked at him with wide eyes.

“Don't worry Samuel will have one.”

A pit formed in your stomach as Sam pulled up behind the Campbell's van.

“An old abandoned factory... imagine that.” You teased giving Sam a smile.

He gave you one back. “We should feel right at home.”

You hop out of the truck and follow Sam to the huddle.

Samuel gives the plan as you approach. “Alright, From my guess there is three maybe four. Sam, you and I will enter from the East. Mark, you and y/n will enter west. Now there is no South entrance. So Christian, Gwen you take the north.”

“Here.” Christian handed out syringes full of a white substance. Creases formed in your eyebrows are you took it. “It’s Djinn Poison Antidote.”

Your eyebrows shot up as a smile formed on your lips. “ Djinn Poison Antidote?”

“Yeah,” Christian replied.

“How in the world did you guys get Djinn Poison Antidote?”

“I made it.” Samuel chimed in.

Sam glanced at you with a pleading look. You sighed, but kept your mouth shut.

“Alright, let’s do this.”

“I don’t know,” you started to say to say, hanging back a beat.

“Babe. They are some of the best I’ve ever seen. If I didn’t trust Mark you wouldn’t be going with him.”

“We ain’t got all night.” Christian sneered.

Sam gave your forehead a quick peck and then followed Samuel.

You gestured for Mark to lead as you walked to your ordered entrance.

You eyes scanned as they adjusted to the dark room, and you reached for your flashlight, but Mark stopped your hand with a head shake.

You followed Mark down the hallway, making your foot steps extra light. The hallway led to a big open space, with conveyor belts and machinery sitting around. You looked across the warehouse finding Sam and Samuel searching.

Sam gave you a smile when his eyes met yours. His smile turns to panic as he looked over your shoulder. “Baby!!”

You spin around to see a human shaped figure behind you. You strike with your knife but the figure is faster. Twisting your wrist until you unvoluntary dropped the knife. His other hand grabs you by the throat.

You breathes become shallow as he starts squeezing harder, feeling the fingertips digging into your skin.

You desperately clawed at the hand crushes your windpipe, your feet now kicking in the air.

Your vision went blurry, your lungs screaming for air, the roaring in your ears getting louder.

Your ass suddenly hit the floor, the hand no longer around your neck, oxygen rushing back into your lungs so fast it a it sent a burning sensation through your entire chest.

“Babe? Babe?” Sam as you gasped for air, unable to form words just yet.

His hand cupped your cheeks as he lifted your hand,

“You ok?”

“Yea,” you managed through pants. “I’m good.”

“Deep breathes, darlin’” Samuel told you kneeling beside Sam.

You followed his orders and got your breathing under control. “What the.” you took another deep breath. “Fuck was that?”

“It looks human.” you heard Mark say.

You coughed and took another breath. “Definitely was not human.”

Samuel hopped up and walked over to the corpse, pushing up it’s sleeve he revealed the markings. “It’s a fucking Djinn.”

“You sure you're ok?” Sam asked starting the engine of your truck.

“Yes. My throat hurts, but I am ok.”

He popped the arm rest up and leaned over to your, wrapping his arm around your waist he pulled you over to him. Your eyes closed as you rested your on his shoulder. His arm tightened around you.

You blinked awake, the evening sun shining a bright glow through the windshield of your truck.

“Almost there, baby.” Your head jolted up as you heard a familiar voice.

You pushed off of him as hard as you could slamming your back into the passenger door. “Lucifer…”You breathed.

“Hey there hot stuff.”

“What do you want?” you asked as your heart started to race.

“Aww you know what I want?” You blinked as Nick’s body turned to Sam “I want him.”

“No.” You pulled a blade out of your glove box, biting back tears. “You can’t have him.”

“Well. He’s already said yes once.” He waggled his eyes brows.

You gripped your knife. “I’ll kill you, you son of a bitch.”

Sam.

“Almost there baby.” He said as he noticed her waking. He gave her a smile when she looked up at him.

The truck swerved as she flung herself to the other side of the car. “Lucifer…” She whispered.

“What the fuck?” Sam shrieked.

“What do you want?” She asked as her breath quickened,

“y/n what the hell are you talking about?”

“No.” She grabbed for the glove box, pulling a blade out once she got it opened.

“Whoa. Whoa.” Sam pulled off the road.

“You can’t have him.” tears stinging in her eyes, as she gripped the knife tighter.

“Hey, what is going on?”

“I’ll kill you, you son of bitch.”

Sam grabbed the door handle and jumped out of her truck as she lunged with the knife.

“What the hell is going on?” Samuel rushed to him.

“I. I don’t know. She feel asleep and now she’s talking about you can’t have him,” Sam stammered. “Then she pulled a knife on me.”

“Where’s the antidote?”

Reader.

“Get out of him now!” you shouted as you made your way of out the truck.

He slammed his hands on either side of your head against the truck window.

“No way baby. He’s mine now.” Your throat throbbed, getting squeezed for the second time today. “But you know, you are pretty damn hot. We could share him.”

You whimpered as he started rubbing at your core through your jeans. “Oh I can hear him in here. He likes it. I think he wants me to keep going. Do you want me to keep going princess?”

He pressed his body up against you as his lips collided with yours, Hot tears streamed down your face as he shoved his tongue inside your mouth. “Oh come on baby. You know you want me. Sammy is just screaming for me to keep going.”

His grip on your neck got tighter as your head fogged.

You blinked awake finding Sam in the same chair as before.

“Are you?” You sat up.

“No babe, I’m not Lucifer. It’s me. Watch.” Sam picks up a book, “Remember the story Cas told us, about Lucifer?” Holy Bible is written on the front with a big cross under it.

“Yes.”

He rubbed his hands over the book and then held the cover to his bare chest. “No burns.”

“What happened?”

“Apparently, we are dealing with a whole new level of Djinn. They look like normal people and can spread their poison by touch.”

“Ok, so they show you what you fear most…”

“Yep.”

You grabbed your phone off the night stand as it started to buzz. You sighed and hit the green button.

“Dean?”

“y/n where are you?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Probably nothing, never mind.”

You looked up as the door opened, Sam walked through.

“Dean, just tell me what’s wrong.”

“I had a few beers with a buddy tonight, went to get in my truck, heard a scream. I went and checked it out.”

“And?”

“It’s so weird. There was blood, and claw marks, but there’s no missing person’s. no police reports.” He scoffed a chuckle. “Am I just being crazy?”

“Dean I’ll be there as soon as I can ok?”

“Wait, Why?”

“Like you said it’s probably nothing, but I’ll come up and check it out ok?”

“Ok, see ya soon.”

You hung up and looked at Sam. “We gotta go.”

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Another one for @jarpadversebingo . Squared Filled: Bar meet cute Pairing: Cordell Walker x O.C Warnings: Language, Fluff, Drinking, Implied smut My Tag list My Master List Hope y'all enjoy ♡

“How about this.” Trey began “If I hit this one, you go talk to her.”

“Her who?” Walker played dumb.

“Oh, come on Walker, you’ve been staring at Ms. Curls all night.”

“Have not.” Walker protested.

“Bull.” Liam chimed in.

“Maybe I’ve glanced once or twice.” He admitted.

“Do we have a deal?” Trey asked, aiming his dart at the board.

He glanced at her again, a coy smile on his lips. She returned his smile when their eyes met.

“Deal.” Walker agreed, not taking his eyes off her.

Trey steadied his hand, took a deep breath, and let the dart fly.

She winked at him and that’s all it took, He started walking.

“Howdy.” He said, tipping his black hat as he approached.

 "Well, howdy there cowboy.” she replied, her voice smooth like honey.

He couldn't help but notice the way her eyes sparkled under the dim lights of the bar. “So, how have you been, haven’t seen you in a while.”

Her brows furrowed in confusion. “Do I know you?”

“Yea, you remember we had that one class together?” Walker asked

“No, I don’t think so…”

“You sure? I swear we had chemistry.” A grin spread across his face as he winked.

She laughed “Wow. Smooth.” Sarcasm dripped off her voice.

“I got more where that came from.”

“I don’t doubt it.” She teased. “What’s your name, cowboy?”

“Walker, yours?”

“Leah.”

“Well, Leah you thirsty?” he gestured over to the bar.

She looked over to her friends, who silently encouraged her to proceed.

“Come on, one beer.” He pleaded

“Alright, Walker. One beer.”

She followed him over to the bar.

“Lewis, two beers please,” he said leaning on the bar.

As they waited for their drinks, Walker turned to Leah with a curious smile. "So, what brings you to this neck of the woods?"

Leah shrugged, leaning casually against the bar. "Just out with friends.”

Lewis sat their beers on the bar "Here you go, Enjoy."

“Thanks.” Walker handed Leah a beer, their fingers brushing momentarily. “Cheers.” He held out his bottle.

“Cheers.” Leah echoed, clinking her bottle against his.

Leah took a sip from her bottle, glancing around the bar she noticed his friends staring. She chuckled, Walker followed her gaze. Liam and Trey awkwardly looked away, Liam started talking and pointing at the ceiling.

“Ignore them.” He insisted. "So, Leah, what do you do when you're not out with friends?"

"Oh, you know, the usual. Work, hobbies, trying to find the meaning of life."

Walker chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers. "Sounds like a full schedule.”

Leah smiled, tilting her head slightly. "How about you? What do you do when you're not being charming at bars?"

Walker grinned, taking a sip of his beer. "Searching for cheesy pick-up lines."

She laughed.

One beer turned into two as they continued to talk, they both realized how much they enjoyed each other's company.

 Two beers turned into five.

“No way,” she laughed

“I swear, it really happened.” He reassured, joining her laughter

“Hey walker.” Lewis smiled at them. “Last call.”

“Shit, already?” he asked looking at his watch.

Leah drank the last swig of her beer “Yea, I should probably get going.”

“Let me walk you out.” He offered, taking the last drink.

“Well, Walker it was nice to meet you.” She stuck her hand out.

 “Pleasure was all mine, Leah”

She gazed into his eyes as their hands slowed, her hand lingering in his.

She inserted the key card in the slit above the door handle as he trailed kisses down her neck from behind. He spun her when he heard the ding of the green light, his needy lips back on hers.

They stumbled into the room, their lips never parting, a clumsy dance of passion and laughter guiding their steps.

The back of her calves found the bed as she fell onto it, pulling him down with her. His arms caught his weight, he smiled as he loomed over her.

“You sure about this, darlin’?” He asked trailing kisses on her jawline.

“Yes.” She replied, pulling the hem of his shirt up.

“So, she was gone when you woke up?” Trey asked as they entered the ranger station.

“Yep,” Walker said with disappointment in his voice.

“Damn dude, I’m sorry, But who knows you might run into her again.”

“Yea, My luck ain’t that great.” Walker objected, walking through the doorway to the room full of cubicles.

“Shhh.” Cassie told them, standing by the captain’s office door, she was trying to ease drop.

“What’s going on?” Trey asked her.

“New D.A came a day early. They are arguing about something.” Cassie explained.

“Yea. I heard she’s a real hard ass.” Walker told them as he sat on his desk.

“That’s just what we need.” Trey huffed.

Cassie rushed back over to her desk, as the door handle jiggled.

Captain James peeked his head out and then opened his door. “Good morning.” He nodded at them.

“Morning Cap.” They said in unison.

He stepped out of his office, and she stepped out behind him.

A grin spread over Trey’s face as Walker’s heart jumped into his throat.

“Ranger Barnette, Ranger Walker, Ranger Perez, This is our new district attorney Leah Jones.”

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Prompt: Keep Quiet

Pairing: Young Cordell Walker x Young O.C

Warnings: Drinking, Smut (ish), Losing Virginities, Fluff

Summary: There's never nothin like the first time.

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“I think you’ve had enough darlin’.” Cordell teased.

She jumped up off the lowered tailgate, kicking the dirt as she took a couple steps “Come dance with me Cordi,” she shouted as her hips started to sway.

He smiled as he stood. “You gotta keep quiet,” he warned. “Your daddy will kill me if he catches us.” staggering over to her, mind hazy, maybe he had enough too.

He wrapped his arms around her as he approached, her hands resting on the nape of his neck.

“You’ll call right?” Her brown eyes gazed up at him, glistening a little more than usual.

“Every day.”

“Promise?”

“I Promise,” he guaranteed as he dipped his head, tasting the sweet hint of watermelon as he captured her lips in his.

Her fingers twisted in his hair, deepening the kiss, he heard a little whine as he pulled her body close to his.

Giggles erupted as she stumbled, trying to walk backwards over the uneven farm ground. She hopped up on the tailgate again once the back of her thighs hit it.

Grabbing the lapel of his jean jacket she pulled his lips back to hers, she guided his hand to her chest, whimpers echoed into his mouth as his hand started to knead.

She scooted back into the truck bed, resting her head on the pillow as she laid in the makeshift bed he'd crafted for them.

He climbed in as she gestured with her finger.

“I love you Cordell,” she told him as he loomed over her.

“I love you too,” he breathed

He felt her breath hitch as she bucked her hips, making their jeans rub against each other.

His hips started to roll making a wave of heat pool in his stomach. Soft coos floated around them as he trailed kisses down her neck.

Her hands gripped as his sides, drawling him closer as the pace of the friction increased, pleasure rippled through his veins as he moaned into the crook of her neck.

“Cordell,” she whined, bringing his attention back to her face. “I'm ready.” She whispered.

“Baby, are you sure?” he asked, searching her eyes for any doubt.

“Yes, I'm sure.” He reassured him. “Do you have a-”

“Uh. Yeah. Yes.” He stammered cut off her words. “I have one.”

He rose to his knees, spreading the spare blanket over her bottom half once it was exposed.

The silver wrapper gleamed in the moonlit when he pulled it out of his pocket. She giggled as his finger fumbled, making him smile. He made sure the thin layer was secure as he rolled it on.

He hovered over her, still searching her eyes, she nodded giving him one more confirmation.

A tear rolled out of her eye as he pushed in.

He stopped. “Hey, you ok, sweetheart?” he asked as his thumb wiped away the glistening trail.

“It hurts a little.” She murmured.

Her hands caught him as he started to push up. “No Cordi, I swear it's fine. Keep going.”

She smiled at the memory, sitting in the parking lot of the bar they used to sneak into, almost 30 years later.

With a deep breath she reached for the door handle.

Her eyes skimmed over the walls as she walked in. The interior has changed quite a bit, but the feeling she had was exactly the same.

She walked up to the bar, finding a cowboy kneeled down, tinkering with something underneath the counter. Completely unaware of her presence.

“Hey cowboy, you got any moonshine back there?”

Cordell looked up his face beamed as he realized, it was her.

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Another One For @jarpadversebingo

Square filled: Sex Pollen

And My First For @alphabetquest

Prompt: No Strings Attached

Warnings: Language, Smut, Sex Pollen, Shower Masturbation, Fantasying about P.I.V, Fantasying about Fem. Oral Receiving.

Summary: Trying to recover an artifact for Cas you run into a nifty little thing called sex pollen.

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“Are you sure you’re ok?” Sam asked from the passenger seat of your bronco.

“Yes.” you reassured him. “I’m sure if the magic pink dust was going to have any effect on me it would have happened by now.”

“You don’t know that.”

You looked over at him. “Sammy. I am fine.”

“Did you get it?” Cas asked as soon as your feet were in the bunker.

“Yes, here” You handed him the the wrapped artifact you heisted from the witch’s den.

“Thank you.”

“We may have a problem though,” Sam said walking up behind you.

Cas looked at him, then to you.

“It’s nothing.”

“Little Ms. Independent couldn’t wait for someone taller than her to reach the damn thing.” Sam explained. “She knocked a wooden box down, and some kind of pink dust came out of it.”

“What was it?” Dean asked as he approached.

“Not sure,” Sam huffed.

“I’m fine. I feel fine,” you said slapping away Cas’s hand

“And you’re sure?” He asked giving up trying to see for himself.

“Oh my god, yes.” you groaned as you walked away.

The scent of vanilla sandalwood filled your nostrils as Sam sat next to you in the library, making you shift in your seat.

“You alright there, y/n?” Dean asked watching you squirm.

“Fine.”

You leaned back in your chair bringing the lore book to your lap. A flash of heat rushed through you as Sam leaned in. “Whatcha reading?”

“A book…”

He let out a light chuckle. “Huh, you don't say.”

You lifted your eyes, skimming over his hard jaw line, the stubble on his cheeks, those cute dimples that dipped when he smiled.

Your eyes stopped when they reached his lips. hey looked so soft, so full. You wondered what it would be like to kiss them. It was as you started to lean in that you slammed the book shut and shot up out of your seat.

“Uh, I gotta go. Do a... a thing.” You pursed your lips together and walked out.

You inhaled deeply, your muscles easing as the hot water cascaded over them. You let out a sigh when you heard a knock on the bathroom door.

“Hey, y/n!”

“Sam, if I have to tell you I’m fine one more time I swear I’m going to punch you,” you shouted.

You heard him laugh, “Dean made burgers. Yours is getting cold.”

Another flash of heat washed over you, pooling at your center as you thought about inviting him in. How sexy his hair would look dipping wet. Your core thrummed as you mind wandered. His muscular arms would be holding you up against the wall. Thrumming turned to throbbing as you thought about his hard cock pounding into you until you couldn’t take anymore.

Your fingers traced down your stomach in the same pattern of Sam’s imaginary lips, his hair tickling the sensitive skin as he kept inching down. Letting out a light moan, your finger tips circle your clit, as Sam’s tongue starts to do the same.

Your fingers quicken their pace at the same time as him, making you moan louder. His hazel eyes flashing up at you through wavy brown strands as he watches you squirm with pleasure. You bring your free hand down, sliding a finger in your entrance. You feel the tension in your stomach start to build as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. “Fuck Sam,” you moan out as you work yourself closer to your climax, focusing on the imagines in your head.

“Come for me y/n” He lets out in a whisper, your walls pulsate around your fingers as the bliss crashes over you, your panting muffled by the shower and you ride out your high.

“Cas, can I talk to you for a minute?”

3 pairs of eyes flash to you as once.

“I’m ok, I just need his help with something,” you told the Winchesters

“Like?” Dean said with raised eyebrows.

“Like his opinion on what lingerie I should wear tonight on my date.”

Sam cleared his throat as Dean’s face held a dumbfounded look. “Yea, Cas you’re the man for the job.”

“I don’t really think I’m the best person for this.” Castiel objected as you walked into the hall.

You rolled you eyes. “No, that was to get away from them. Something is wrong with me.”

“Are you hurt?” He asked lifting his hand in you direction.

“No.” you said slapping it away once more.

“Well then what’s wrong?”

“Well,” you scanned the hallway and lowered you voice. “I um, I kinda thought about Sam today.”

“Well, he is your best friend. I imagine he’s well being crosses your mind many times a day.”

You sighed. “No, Cas I thought about Sam and ya know...” You sigh again when he still doesn’t get it “rubbed one out”

“I don’t understand. What were you rubbing?”

You eyes flicked down, as your hand gestured to your nether regions

Castiel’s eyebrows shot up “Oh, Oh.” he nodded his head. “And you’ve never thought about?”

“Nope.”

“And you don’t have feelings for-”

“Nope.”

“And you think it has to do with the-”

“Yep.”

“I’ll be right back.” And with a small breeze he was gone.

You screamed out in pain as you woke, drenched in a pool of your own sweat, agony rippling through your veins.

“What the hell?” Sam busted though your bed room door.

Dean, gun already drawn, scanned the room. “What’s wrong with her Sam?”

You felt the bed dip as Sam sat down. “I don’t know, she’s burning up.” He looked to Dean then back to you. “Are you hurt?”

“No.” You winced as the touch of his hand on your cheek made the throbbing worse. “Where’s Cas?”

“Cas!” Dean’s gruff voice echoed through to the hall.

“I’m here.” Cas said rushing to your side. “y/n I figured out what it was.”

“And?” You asked, your walls thrumming to the point of pain made you whine.

“Well for lack of a better term, it was sex pollen.”

“What the fuck is that?” Sam asked as he stood up

Castiel looked up to Sam “It’s a witches pollen. If she doesn’t have intercourse,” he looked back down to you. “I would guess soon, her fever will continue to raise.”

“And then what?” Dean asked.

“Well, a fever greater than 105.8°F cause cause organ damage. Then if it reaches above 108°F it can cause convulsions and maybe death.”

“So, you telling me if she doesn’t get laid, she will die.”

“Yes.”

“And there’s nothing you can do?” Sam asked.

“I’ve been looking into it, but-”

“You’ve been looking into it?” Dean cut him off. “You knew?”

Castiel sighed. “Yes, earlier she told me something was wrong when she-”

“Shut up Cas!” You shouted.

“When she what?” Sam asked.

Castiel looked at you, staying silent.

“When she what, Castiel?” Sam’s voice rose.

“When I got off to you in the shower,” you shouted, the flashback of your imagination making the throbbing pain in your core worse.

Sam’s jaw dropped a bit, “I. Um I didn’t know you had.”

You sighed. “I don’t that’s how I knew something was wrong.”

“Mm I’m just gonna go... Call Rowena.” Dean said stepping backwards.

“I already tried.”

“Well maybe she found something new.” Dean rushed out the door.

“I managed to track down Drexyl, I was about to go see him before you called.”

“Go. If she gets any worse, we will call.”

“Or…” you said once Castiel had vanished.

“Look, you're awesome and a really great hunter, but.”

“Sam, I’m not asking you to fall in love and get married, I’m just asking you to fuck me so I don’t die.”

“Just sex?”

You nodded.

“No strings?” he asked

“No strings,” you echoed his words

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Square Filled: One Bed.

Pairing: Soulless Sam X Fem Reader.

Warnings: Language, Drinking, Supernatural Violence, Soulless Sam, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Unprotected Sex (NO!), P.I.V, Oral F. Receiving, Fingering, Sexual assault, Cannon with a twist. Let Me Know If I Forgot Any.

Summary: It's Been 12 months Since Sam Winchester Confessed His Love And Then Took The Jump, Sacrificing Himself To Save The World. When A Vampire Hunt Goes Wrong An Unexcepted Hero Saves Your Life.

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You closed your eyes and braced as you wait for the throat slashing to begin, but a warm liquid sprayed across your face instead. You opened your eyes, shoving the headless vampire corpse off you. You got to your feet, wiping the blood off your face.

As your eyes adjusted to the dim light you can see a tall silhouette. Your blood ran cold, ‘it can’t be’ you thought. He turned to face you and there he was. Sam Winchester. You eyes went wide as you gasped.

He gave you a half smile. “I’ll explain later. Right now, we have to get out of here.” Sam grabbed your hand and pulled you forward, his grip strong and reassuring. “This way,” he urged, leading you down a narrow corridor. The ancient stone walls felt as though they were closing in, and the echoes of your hurried footsteps added to the growing sense of dread. “There’s an exit just ahead.”

“Sam, it won’t matter.”

“Just trust me, ok?”

You could see dawn breaking through the archway of the exit

“Almost there.” Sam promised.

“Sam!” you cried out, feeling fingers wrap around your ankle, you fell to the ground, forehead bouncing off the rough stone below. Your vision blurred as the ringing in your ears made your head throb worse. You could barely make out Sam’s words.

“Y/n! Y/n, Damnit.” You felt his arms lifting you as the darkness washed over you.

When you regain consciousness, you realize your surroundings changed. The damp corridors of the rundown building were replaced by a small, unfamiliar room. The scent of herbs and incense filled the air.

You could feel eyes on you, you peeked not opening your eyelids all the way. Sam was sitting in an armchair in the far corner, watching your every move.

“I know your awake.”

“How do you know?”

He chuckled. “Because I know you.”

“What are you?” You asked, making him lift his brows. “A demon? A ghost? Shifter?”

“None of the above.”

“Then what?”

He stood up, grabbing a knife. “Silver knife.” He winced as a drop of blood began to roll down his forearm.

“Holy water.” He picked up a jug of water with a rosery hanging from it and took a big swig,

“Salt.” He poured the white crystals onto his tongue, making a face as he closed his mouth

“Iron.” He picked up a candle holder.

You slowly rose to your feet, “It’s really you…”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you reached out to touch his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin under your fingertips. “But how? Sam, I watched you jump in...”

“I wish I knew. I woke up in a field alone.”

“Castiel?”

“I’ve tried Cas, hell I’ve tried reaching out to Crowley. Nothing.”

“And Dean?”

“Dean got his happy ending, well as happy as a hunter can get. I’m not ruining it and I’m not about to let anyone else ruin it.” He retorted. “I looked for weeks and got nothing. I decided to quit wasting my time.”

His words echoed in your mind as you stepped back, ‘Weeks?’ you hesitated. “Sam, how long has it been?”

He sighed.

“When did you wake up in that field?”

“Almost 12 months ago… give or take a day”

“You’ve been out this whole time, and you. didn’t even.”

“By the time Bobby and I found you.” He cut you off. “He said you were better.” He explained “Over me.”

You scoffed a laugh.  “Over you...”

“Seemed like you were getting there with that biker douche.”

“Oh, don’t even act like a jealous ex-boyfriend Sam Winchester.” The anger running through your veins made your voice raise. You walked over to the door “It was your choice to not reach out.”

You heard whispers as you walked the halls of the unfamiliar house. Eavesdropping, stepped up to the cracked door.

“I don’t understand why we had to help her, and why did we have to bring her back here?”

“Because Sam cares about her, Therefore we care about her.”

“Yea, but.”

“Christian, let it go. I ain’t gonna tell you again.”

“Do you want to meet them?” Sam asked walking up behind you.

“Who are they?”

“Campbells.”

“As in..”

“Yep.” He said pushing the door open.

The two men looked over, “Sam how is she?” The older man asked.

Sam side stepped,

“Ah, she’s awake. How are you feeling darlin’?”

“Confused.”

“Yea I get that.” He said.

“y/n this is Samuel Campbell.” Samuel walked over to you with his hand out.

“Mary’s dad,” you breathed taking his hand.

“She knows about your mom?” Samuel asked looking over at Sam.

“She knows everything.”

“Not exactly.” you stepped back. “Aren’t you suppose to be dead?”

“Well, we have a theory, whatever pulled me up, pulled him down.” Sam told you.

The younger man grumbled something under his breathe and walked out.

“That’s Christian, third cousin.” Sam told you.

“Not a big people person huh?”

Sam chuckled. “He’s ok once you get to know him.”

“Hey Samuel. Oh hi.”

“Gwen, y/n. y/n Gwen. Also cousin.”

“Pleasure.” she nodded.

“Same.”

“Do you need a change of clothes?”

You looked down, Blood and dirt splattered and smeared all over you.. “My duffle is in my truck…” You looked over to Sam with wide eyes.

“Do you really think I’d leave your truck behind?”

You squinted as you stepped outside, the bright sunlight glared in your eyes.

“You ok Champ?” Sam smiled “there's been a lot dropped on you today.”

“Honestly, it’s all still processing.”

“That’s fair.” He tousled his hair. “Can I help?”

“Not sure.”

“What is it?”

“What’s what?” you asked with a furrowed brow.

“The question you’re too scared to ask.” you narrowed your eyes. “Like I said babe, I know you.”

“Well, you already kind of answered it, I guess but it just bothers me you didn't call.”

He sighed as his eyes fell. “I know, I should have. I guess Bobby saying what he said and then seeing you with that guy…” He looked back up at you “I got scared.”

You head tilted “Really?!”

“Yes, I didn't want to reach out only to be shot down”

“Samuel William, when have i ever shot you down?”

“Fair.” He rubbed at the nape of his neck. “but I didn’t want to hear it, if you were over me.”

You chuckled walking towards the porch stairs. “Honestly, I don’t think I could ever get over you Sam.”

“I think you could if you tried.” you heard his voice from behind you, while you were bent over in the backseat of your truck.

You grabbed your duffle and stood back up, facing him. “Now, why would i do that?”

“Why wouldn't you?”

“Sam, what are you not telling me?”

“Nothing.” You peered at him. “y/n I swear.”

“Sam, I know there’s.”

He pulled you into his embrace cutting off your words. his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck as he inhaled your scent. “God, I missed you.”

The silence  rang in your ears as you lay on your stomach, pretending to be asleep. The weight of the night pressed heavily upon your chest, every creak and whisper of the room conspiring to keep you awake.

His presence lingered in the air, a palpable energy that set your nerves on edge. You could almost hear his breath, soft and deliberate, as though he were trying to coax you into revealing your wakefulness.

Minutes felt like hours as you lay there, battling the urge to confront him. Finally, the weight of his gaze became too much to bear. You rolled over, finding him sitting in the armchair positioned in the corner. “Are you just gonna sit there staring all night?”

He chuckled. “There’s only one bed sweetheart; what do you expect me to do?”

"Could always find another room," you quipped, rolling your back to him and sticking your ass out on purpose. "No one's making you stay here.”

“Is that really what you want?”  he challenged, as you heard his footsteps getting closer. Your breath hitched as the bed dipped below his weight. “Sam…” His fingertips skimmed up your thigh, as he leaned into your ear “Tell me to go if that’s what you want.” his hot breath tickling your ear.  “Right after you tell me why you're wearing these.” He whispered as he played with the hem of your tight biker shorts.

“They are comfortable.”

“Are you sure that’s it?” his hand cupped your curves “It’s not because you know how good your ass looks in them?”

Your heart quickened as he trailed kisses down your neck. “Sam.” You whimpered as your core thrummed with desire.

“Do you want me to stop?” his fingers gripped your hip. “No,” you managed to get out as he grinded his length against your backside. “I didn’t think so.”  His grip tightened, rolling you on to your back, his hungry lips captured yours as he climbed on top of you. Fire coursed through your veins as he ground his hard shaft against your clothed center, muffling your moans with his lips as he continued the motion.

His hand slid up your shirt, “No bra again?” He murmured as his hand cupped your breast. You inhaled sharply as his hand started to knead firmly at the soft tissue. Your fingers twisted in his hair, pulling his lips back to yours. His fingertips glided down your stomach, your walls clenched as they found your clit. You moaned into his mouth as he started tracing circles over your shorts.

He leaned back on his knees, his gaze filled with hunger and desire. Feeling his hands grip the waistband of your shorts, you lifted your hips, and Sam slowly slid them down your legs. His lips were back on yours as his weight fell on you, taking your breath away. He trailed kisses down your neck while pulling your t-shirt up to your collar bone. Chest exposed, he dipped his head and drew another moan from you by flicking at your nipple and then taking it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardened peak. His fingers found your clit and then dipped between your folds. A growl escaped his chest when he felt how wet you were

You moaned his name as he slid a finger into your entrance. His tongue danced over your abs as he made his way down. He inhaled your sweet scent, You moaned praises of his name as his tongue started lapping at your clit. He slid another finger inside you without stopping his tongue.

He flashed you a mischievous grin as your walls clenched around his fingers and went back to work.

Your hands gripped at his hair as his fingers pumped faster. The tension got tighter as he began to pump harder. “Sam, don’t stop.” you moaned almost to your peak

“You gonna come for me baby.” the pain mixing with pleasure as his finger slammed into you.

“Yes.” You cried out as your release crashed over you, the vibration from his groan intensifying your orgasm as it coursed through you.

He looked back up at you, his fingers still harshly penetrating as he helped you ride your high out.

Once your walls stopped pulsating, he leaned back on his knees, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off. Looming over you again, his tip teased your entrance

“Tell me you want me.” He demanded in a whisper

“I want you Sam.”

“Good girl.”

You moaned as he dipped inside of you, stretching you slowly “Fuck baby.” He groaned “So tight.”

He drew his hips back, then buried himself back inside. Electricity coursed through you as he started pounding into you.

The sensations were overwhelming, feeling his engorged cock sliding in and out, hitting your spot like no one else could, his lips on yours, the intoxicating smell of his skin, his outlined back muscles beneath your fingertips.

Your nails dug into his skin as the tension started building again. He stopped when your walls started throbbing. He pulled out as a light chuckle left his lips. “Not yet princess.”

With one quick motion and a small yelp your face was in the pillow. He slid his hand under your hips and lifted you up on all fours, growls rumbling in his chest as he palmed your ass. “It looks even better without the shorts.” Stinging pleasure followed as he slapped it.

He lined up his tip again, and pushed back in, your moans echoed through the room as he thrusted.

His long fingers wrapped your throat as he quickened the pace. You walls clenched again, making him groan.

“You wanna come?” He grunted, his thrusts getting harder.

“Yes.” You whined.

“I think you could do a little better than that.”

“Sam please.”

Another groan replied to your words as he wrapped his free hand below your hips, rubbing your clit with his fingertips. The tension started again.

He growled and thrusted harder. Your walls clenched tighter as the tension reached its peak. “Let me feel it.” He demanded, biting at your neck.

You cried out his name as the bliss washed over you again,

“Fuck” He moaned as your walls convulsed around him, making his hot seed coat them. Heavy pants filled the air as he slowed his pace, riding your highs together.

He pulled your back to his chest as he slid out of you, wrapping his arms around you he planted a kiss on your cheek.

“Well, that was different.” you commented laying your head on his chest.

“Good, different?” He asked, running his fingers through your hair.

“Absolutely.”

You blinked awake, stretching your arm you found an empty bed.

The door swung open, and Sam walked through coffee in hand. “Rise and shine.” he said handing you a cup of coffee.

“Oh my god is this?”

He rolled his eyes. “Yes, Dean coffee.” He said with a mocking tone.

You inhaled the a rich, warm inviting aroma. “Oh, I missed Winchester coffee.”

”Really Winchester coffee now?”

You sipped “mmmm.”

“I think you missed the coffee more than me.” He teased, sitting in the armchair in the corner.

“Does that really surprise you?” you played along

“Not at all.”

You got up to get dressed, his lips twisted into a smirk as his eyes scanned your exposed skin. “Can I help you?”

”Nope, just thinking about throwing you down on that bed and having my way with you.. again.” He winked.

“Have a question.” you said pulling the shirt over your head.

“Of course you do.”

“How did you know where i was last night?”

He sighed. “I really didn’t know you were there until I saw your truck. We had been tracking that group of vamps for weeks.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “While we're on the subject, don't you think it was kinda stupid going into a camp nest by yourself.”

“One, I wasn’t by myself when I went in.” The images of the fellow hunter flashed through your mind.

Sam grabbed your hand and pulled down into his lap. “Two?” he asked once you head was readying on his shoulder.

“There weren't that many when we followed him.”

“So, who was he?”

“A friend of my mom’s.”

“I’m sorry, babe.”

“Thanks. I only knew him a couple days.” you swallowed hard. “He told me stories about her though.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, apparently this one time she took 3 werewolves down… by herself.”

He chuckled lightly. “That doesn’t surprise me.”

“I miss her.”

“I know.” he kissed the side of your head. “You need to go see Bobby.”

“I do?”

“He thinks you hate him.”

“Why would he think that?”

“Well he said you told him you would be back before your drive off, and he never even got a call.”

“Are you really going to lecturing me about calling people?!”

He rolled his eyes. “Are you ever gonna let that go?”

“Eventually.”

“Bobby!” you shouted as you walked through the door.

“y/n?” You heard his groggy voice answer from the library.

“Hey old man.” You teased as he wrapped his arms around you

“Balls.” He said as Sam walked in the door behind you. “What’s wrong?”

“Something has to be wrong for me to come see you?” You asked.

“No, but if he's with you something's wrong.” Bobby walked over to Sam.

“Actually he saved my life, if you can believe that.”

Sam scoffed a laugh “Wow!”

“You two wanna tell me what the hell happened?” Bobby snapped

“I tracked down some of Mom’s friends.” you explained. “I found Dave.”

“As In Dave Fleming?”

“Yes. We went out for a beer started reminiscing about mom.” You took a breath. “When we noticed a suspicious guy sitting at the bar. Turns out he was a vamp, who had a whole lot of friends.”

Bobby got into the fridge. Pulling three beers out, he handed one to you and one to Sam. Then cracked his open.

You sighed and took a drink “Dave didn’t make it.”

“Damn.”

“It’s my fault. I should of left him alone.” You whispered.

“Damnit, y/n what have i told you about that shit.” Bobby sneered. “Hunters know what they are getting into, ain’t nobody's fault”

“If it wasn’t for him.” You nodded to Sam. “I wouldn't of made it either “

“Eh, I had help,” he told Bobby.

“You're still hunting with the Campbell's?”

“Yes, sir.”

“How's that going?” Bobby asked sitting down at the table.

“Going good” Sam sat across from him.

“So, what's the plan now?” Bobby asked taking a drink.

Sam looked over to you. “We haven't really talked about it, Bobby.” He told him.

“Ya could always get out, settle down.”

Sam let out a belly laugh.

You looked at him with furrowed brows.

“Yeah, like you're gonna get out.” He said still laughing

“Idk, Dean seems happy.” You blurted out.

His eyebrows raised. “You’ve talked to Dean?”

“Yes..”

“When?”

You sighed. “About a week ago. He called to check in.”

“Huh, well good thing you have Dean to check up on you.” Sam rebuked.

“Yea the whole 12 months you were gone.” You used air quotes on the word gone.

Sam’s jaw clenched as eye peered at you.

“Bobby, does Dean check in with you?” His eyes lingered on you while he asked Bobby.

Bobby cleared his throat as Sam's eyes moved to him. “ Sometimes, but not often.”

“Hmm.” Sam’s head tilted bringing his gaze back to you with pursed lips.

You rolled your eyes at him and pushed off the counter. Your eyes scanned the library once you made it to the doorway, finding empty whiskey bottles scattered everywhere, open lore books covered the surface of the desk, and the mini trash can next to it over flowing.

“Hey Bobby.” You looked back at him. “ Is your maid on vacation?”

“Oh hush mouth,” he grinned at you.

“Ya know, you didn't have to do all this.” Bobby told you gesturing to the now clean house. “But thank you.”

“It's nothing.” You said scrubbing the last dirty pan. “ I'm sorry.”

Bobby furrowed his brows at you.

“I should have at least called.”

Bobby held up his hand. “You’re not the one that should be apologizing. I should of told you Sam was out, but he was so dead set that you were over him and.” Bobby started when he noticed you head tilt. “What?”

“Nothin.”

“Uh, did you forget who you are talking? That face wasn't nothing.”

“Later.” You said barely audible.

Realization washed over Bobby's face as Sam's footsteps changed on the aluminum floor.

“So, Samuel just called.”

You turned around and leaned in the sink.

“Oh yeah?”

“There’s a case.. if you're interested.” he told you with challenge in his eyes.

“Interesting.”

Bobby’s eyes darted between you and Sam. Then he rolled them with a sigh. “Oh hell. Go. You both know you want to.”

A corner of Sam's mouth rose to a half smile.

Bobby stood in front of you as you stood by the driver’s door of your truck. Kicking at the rocks in the drive way.

“I'll be back Bob.”

He narrowed his eyes at the name, making you laugh.

“He's different. Ya know?”

“Well sweetheart he was possessed by the devil, and spent a day in hell. In a cage with him.”

“Yeah…”

“I'm sure he's just working stuff out.”

You sighed. “Fucking Winchesters.”

Bobby chuckled. “Fucking Winchesters.”

You made it half way back to the abandoned house that the Campbell's claimed, before Sam broke the silence.

“You should of told me you and Dean talk regularly.”

“I wouldn't call it regularly.”

“He shouldn't have to worry about you.”

“He doesn't. He knows I'm a big girl that can take care of myself. Just likes to check in every now and again.”

Sam stayed quiet as he looked out the door window.

“Why are you so jealous?”

He scoffed. “I'm not.”

“You sure are acting like it.”

“Trust me sweetheart, I’m not jealous.”

“Hmm. K.” You pressed your lips together, not able to hide that his words stung a little bit.

He grabbed your hand and laced his fingers through yours. “Baby, I didn't mean it like that.” He raised your hand bringing your knuckles to his lips. “I just don't want him to get roped back into all this shit.”

“I get it, Sam.”

The Campbell's were loading their cars when you pulled in front of the house.

Sam rolled his window down as Samuel walked up. “We got ‘em, but we have to go now. Are you guys ready?” .

“Let me grab my stuff outta my car.”

Samuel nodded and went back to helping load.

Walking back over Sam gestured, asking if you wanted him drive. You shrugged. Driving didn't really bother you, you were used to it.

He opened the driver's door. “Scooch, you've been driving a while.”

You pulled the arm rest up and did as you were told. “So, what's the plan?”

“Didn’t say.”

You looked at him with wide eyes.

“Don't worry Samuel will have one.”

A pit formed in your stomach as Sam pulled up behind the Campbell's van.

“An old abandoned factory... imagine that.” You teased giving Sam a smile.

He gave you one back. “We should feel right at home.”

You hop out of the truck and follow Sam to the huddle.

Samuel gives the plan as you approach. “Alright, From my guess there is three maybe four. Sam, you and I will enter from the East. Mark, you and y/n will enter west. Now there is no South entrance. So Christian, Gwen you take the north.”

“Here.” Christian handed out syringes full of a white substance. Creases formed in your eyebrows are you took it. “It’s Djinn Poison Antidote.”

Your eyebrows shot up as a smile formed on your lips. “ Djinn Poison Antidote?”

“Yeah,” Christian replied.

“How in the world did you guys get Djinn Poison Antidote?”

“I made it.” Samuel chimed in.

Sam glanced at you with a pleading look. You sighed, but kept your mouth shut.

“Alright, let’s do this.”

“I don’t know,” you started to say to say, hanging back a beat.

“Babe. They are some of the best I’ve ever seen. If I didn’t trust Mark you wouldn’t be going with him.”

“We ain’t got all night.” Christian sneered.

Sam gave your forehead a quick peck and then followed Samuel.

You gestured for Mark to lead as you walked to your ordered entrance.

You eyes scanned as they adjusted to the dark room, and you reached for your flashlight, but Mark stopped your hand with a head shake.

You followed Mark down the hallway, making your foot steps extra light. The hallway led to a big open space, with conveyor belts and machinery sitting around. You looked across the warehouse finding Sam and Samuel searching.

Sam gave you a smile when his eyes met yours. His smile turns to panic as he looked over your shoulder. “Baby!!”

You spin around to see a human shaped figure behind you. You strike with your knife but the figure is faster. Twisting your wrist until you unvoluntary dropped the knife. His other hand grabs you by the throat.

You breathes become shallow as he starts squeezing harder, feeling the fingertips digging into your skin.

You desperately clawed at the hand crushes your windpipe, your feet now kicking in the air.

Your vision went blurry, your lungs screaming for air, the roaring in your ears getting louder.

Your ass suddenly hit the floor, the hand no longer around your neck, oxygen rushing back into your lungs so fast it a it sent a burning sensation through your entire chest.

“Babe? Babe?” Sam as you gasped for air, unable to form words just yet.

His hand cupped your cheeks as he lifted your hand,

“You ok?”

“Yea,” you managed through pants. “I’m good.”

“Deep breathes, darlin’” Samuel told you kneeling beside Sam.

You followed his orders and got your breathing under control. “What the.” you took another deep breath. “Fuck was that?”

“It looks human.” you heard Mark say.

You coughed and took another breath. “Definitely was not human.”

Samuel hopped up and walked over to the corpse, pushing up it’s sleeve he revealed the markings. “It’s a fucking Djinn.”

“You sure you're ok?” Sam asked starting the engine of your truck.

“Yes. My throat hurts, but I am ok.”

He popped the arm rest up and leaned over to your, wrapping his arm around your waist he pulled you over to him. Your eyes closed as you rested your on his shoulder. His arm tightened around you.

You blinked awake, the evening sun shining a bright glow through the windshield of your truck.

“Almost there, baby.” Your head jolted up as you heard a familiar voice.

You pushed off of him as hard as you could slamming your back into the passenger door. “Lucifer…”You breathed.

“Hey there hot stuff.”

“What do you want?” you asked as your heart started to race.

“Aww you know what I want?” You blinked as Nick’s body turned to Sam “I want him.”

“No.” You pulled a blade out of your glove box, biting back tears. “You can’t have him.”

“Well. He’s already said yes once.” He waggled his eyes brows.

You gripped your knife. “I’ll kill you, you son of a bitch.”

Sam.

“Almost there baby.” He said as he noticed her waking. He gave her a smile when she looked up at him.

The truck swerved as she flung herself to the other side of the car. “Lucifer…” She whispered.

“What the fuck?” Sam shrieked.

“What do you want?” She asked as her breath quickened,

“y/n what the hell are you talking about?”

“No.” She grabbed for the glove box, pulling a blade out once she got it opened.

“Whoa. Whoa.” Sam pulled off the road.

“You can’t have him.” tears stinging in her eyes, as she gripped the knife tighter.

“Hey, what is going on?”

“I’ll kill you, you son of bitch.”

Sam grabbed the door handle and jumped out of her truck as she lunged with the knife.

“What the hell is going on?” Samuel rushed to him.

“I. I don’t know. She feel asleep and now she’s talking about you can’t have him,” Sam stammered. “Then she pulled a knife on me.”

“Where’s the antidote?”

Reader.

“Get out of him now!” you shouted as you made your way of out the truck.

He slammed his hands on either side of your head against the truck window.

“No way baby. He’s mine now.” Your throat throbbed, getting squeezed for the second time today. “But you know, you are pretty damn hot. We could share him.”

You whimpered as he started rubbing at your core through your jeans. “Oh I can hear him in here. He likes it. I think he wants me to keep going. Do you want me to keep going princess?”

He pressed his body up against you as his lips collided with yours, Hot tears streamed down your face as he shoved his tongue inside your mouth. “Oh come on baby. You know you want me. Sammy is just screaming for me to keep going.”

His grip on your neck got tighter as your head fogged.

You blinked awake finding Sam in the same chair as before.

“Are you?” You sat up.

“No babe, I’m not Lucifer. It’s me. Watch.” Sam picks up a book, “Remember the story Cas told us, about Lucifer?” Holy Bible is written on the front with a big cross under it.

“Yes.”

He rubbed his hands over the book and then held the cover to his bare chest. “No burns.”

“What happened?”

“Apparently, we are dealing with a whole new level of Djinn. They look like normal people and can spread their poison by touch.”

“Ok, so they show you what you fear most…”

“Yep.”

You grabbed your phone off the night stand as it started to buzz. You sighed and hit the green button.

“Dean?”

“y/n where are you?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Probably nothing, never mind.”

You looked up as the door opened, Sam walked through.

“Dean, just tell me what’s wrong.”

“I had a few beers with a buddy tonight, went to get in my truck, heard a scream. I went and checked it out.”

“And?”

“It’s so weird. There was blood, and claw marks, but there’s no missing person’s. no police reports.” He scoffed a chuckle. “Am I just being crazy?”

“Dean I’ll be there as soon as I can ok?”

“Wait, Why?”

“Like you said it’s probably nothing, but I’ll come up and check it out ok?”

“Ok, see ya soon.”

You hung up and looked at Sam. “We gotta go.”

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The confession was so sweet and the fact that both found each other despite what went on is heartwarming. Love this😍

This is my first piece for @jarpadversebingo . Squared Filled: College A.U Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader best friends to lovers. Warnings: Language, Fluff, Angst(ish), Pining, Drinking, Jealousy, Couple Fighting. Summary: College is hard. Add on being in love with your best friend (who you have to watch struggle in their relationship) Make's it a real B**ch. Word count: 2500 Special thanks to @nightxcreature for being my beta 🫶 My Tag list My Master List Hope y'all enjoy ♡

“I’m never gonna get this.” Sam huffed as he tossed the old book on the coffee table.

“Not with that attitude.” You told him,

“I think we need a break.” He voiced, standing up and starting toward the mini fridge in your common room.

“So, where’s Jess at tonight?” you asked him

“Um, girl’s night.” He said twisting the cap off two beer bottles. “She said she needed to let off some steam.” He rolled his eyes.

“Hmm. She’s been doing that a lot lately.” You commented.

“Yea…” He handed you a beer and sat down. You clanked your bottle to his and took a drink. “Back in the day she used to get mad when I didn’t go out with her.”

“We don’t have to talk about your relationship problems, if its too awkward for you.”

“You’re my best friend y/n.” he bopped your nose. “Why would it be awkward?”

You hated that term "best friend." Good enough to keep all your secrets and talk through your problems with but not good enough to be in a relationship with. You forced a smile, trying to mask the sting you felt every time you heard it.

"She’s been distant." Sam admitted, fidgeting with the label on his beer bottle. "I feel like she's pulling away, and I don't know what to do about it.”

You nodded, feeling a mix of empathy and frustration. "Have you talked to her about it?"

"I've tried, but she just says everything is fine." He sighed, taking another swig of his beer. "I don't want to push too hard and make things worse, you know?"

You leaned back on the couch, staring at the ceiling. "Relationships are complicated. Maybe she just needs some space to figure things out."

"Yeah, maybe." He seemed lost in thought, his eyes distant. "I just wish I knew what she was thinking."

You turned to him, your heart aching for him and for yourself. "I'm sure it will all work out, Sam. Sometimes people just need time."

"Thanks, y/n." He gave you a small smile. "And thanks for being here. I don't know what I'd do without you."

You smiled back, hiding the turmoil within. "Anytime, Sammy.”  You picked the book up off the coffee table. “So back to Constitutional Law.” You told him, making him groan.

“y/n!!” Sam shouted, collecting dirty looks as he ran through the library toward the table you were sitting at. “I did it! I passed the test!”

You stood up and threw your arms around him, “I knew you could it it!!”

His arms tightened around your waist; your feet left the ground as he spun you.

“Ok, enough spinning.” You told him, making him laugh.

“I couldn’t have done it with you.” He kissed your chest, making them turn red. “Thank you.”

“Yes, you could have.” You reassured him “But you’re welcome.”

“I gotta go call Jess.” He pulled out his cell phone, walking away.

Your hand slid to the place where his lips just were, a sharp ping in your chest as you watched him walk away. You sat back down returning to your books, determined to focus, but the lingering warmth of his kiss made it difficult to concentrate. The library seemed quieter, almost melancholic, as you gathered your thoughts and tried to push the emotions aside.

“I don’t get it Charlie.” You told your best friend as you plopped on her bed. “Why can’t he see it?”

Charlie sighed, putting down her book and turning to face you. “You know, sometimes people just can’t see what’s right in front of them. It’s like they have blinders on, focusing on everything but the most obvious thing.”

You stared at the ceiling, feeling the weight of her words. “But why? It’s so frustrating.”

“Maybe it’s because they’re scared,” Charlie continued thoughtfully. “Scared of ruining what they have, or scared of what might happen if they acknowledge it. Or maybe they’re just not ready to see it yet.”

You sat up, hugging your knees to your chest. “So, what am I supposed to do? Just wait?”

Charlie smiled gently. “Sometimes, yes. And sometimes, you just must be patient and let them come to their own realization. It’s not easy, but if it’s meant to be, it will happen in its own time.”

You nodded slowly, taking in her words. “I just wish he could see it now.”

“I know,” Charlie said, patting your hand reassuringly. She stood up and moseyed over to the mini fridge. “But trust me, if it’s meant to be, he’ll see it eventually. And until then, we have beer.”

You managed a small smile, feeling a bit more hopeful. “Thanks, Charlie. You always know what to say.”

“Anytime,” she replied, the bottles clanked as she tapped your bottle with her own and you both took a swig.

You could hear yelling as you walked up the hallway to the apartment, recognizing Jessica’s voice getting closer to their door.

“Um, maybe we should just go without them, Max.” You voiced turning around to him.

“Or maybe they need to go out to end the argument.” He countered.

“Dude… That sounds bigger than just an argument.”

Max rolled his eyes and knocked on the door.

Sam's face was a mixture of sadness and anger as he opened the door. The spark in his eyes as they met yours was undeniable. "Hey guys… sorry about the noise," he said, his voice a blend of frustration and relief.

Concern etched on your face. "Is everything okay, Sam?"

He sighed heavily, running a hand through his tousled hair. "It's been a rough day.”

"Maybe getting out for a bit will help clear the air." Max pleaded.

A weak smile tugged at Sam’s lips. "Yeah, you’re probably right. Let me just grab Jessica."

As Sam turned back into the apartment, you exchanged a worried glance with Max. Moments later, Jessica emerged, her face flushed and eyes weary. Despite the tension, she forced a smile. "Ready to go?"

You nodded, hoping the evening out might provide some much-needed relief for everyone. "Yeah, let’s get out of here."

You all walked down the hallway together, the tension in the air was thick, almost palpable. Each step echoed the unspoken worries and unresolved conflicts. Sam walked ahead, his shoulders slumped slightly, while Jessica kept her gaze fixed on the floor. You and Max exchanged another glance, silently agreeing to make the evening as light-hearted as possible. As you reached the building's exit, the cool evening breeze brushed against your face, releasing some of the awkwardness.

Your group managed to find an empty high-top table. You sat down next to Max, across the table from Sam.

“I’ll be right back.” Max said as he started towards the bar.

Your eyes scanned the bar, trying to hide your discomfort.

“So, y/n, big day Monday. Isn’t this exam worth half your grade?” Jessica asked you.

“Yep. If Max wouldn’t have held me to my promise I would have my nose in a book right now.”

Sam chuckled. “I’m surprised you didn’t bring them with you.”

You peered at him as you gave him a mocking look. Jessica’s eyebrows rose as you and Sam teased each other.

Making his way back, Max sat a tray on the table. There were 9 shots and 3 beers sitting on it.

“Did you leave any for anyone else?” Sam joked.

“Shut up and do a shot.” Max remarked.

As the glasses emptied, your group relaxed and started having fun.

Jessica stood up and started swaying her hips, you could tell she was starting to feel the effect of the alcohol. You looked away as she wrapped her hands around Sam from behind. Not being able to stop it, you glanced back out of the corner of your eye. Your heart sank as you found a wide smile on his face with her whispering in his ear.

He chuckled. “You know I don’t dance, babe.”

She pouted.

“That’s not going to work.”

“Fine” She sighed. “Max, come dance with me?” she held out her hands.

“Of course, darlin.” He drank the last swig of his beer and stood up. “But forewarning if a hot guy approaches me, I’m ditching you.” he stated as he gabbed her hands, making the 3 of you, chuckle.

Sam turned to you. “What’s on your mind over there?” he stretched his leg, tapping you on the knee with his foot.

“How did you know?”

“Your beer.” He pointed at the bottle in your hand. You looked down realizing you were scratching off the label with your nail. “You always do that when you’re debating something, or nervous.”

You let out a soft, amused chuckle. “Well, I was debating on whether I should ask you what’s going on with you two.”

 “Ah I see.” He smiled and took a drink. “I don’t want to bother you with it.”

You glared at him. “Come on. Out with-it Winchester.”

He chuckled. “It’s stupid.”

“Amuse me.”

“She thinks I have feelings for you.”

You swallowed hard as your heart leaped into your throat. “Why would she think that?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

Sam shifted uncomfortably in his seat, glancing away for a moment before meeting your gaze again. “I don’t know! Maybe because we spend a lot of time together, and she gets jealous”

You looked at him intently, searching for any hint of truth in his eyes. “And do you?” you asked softly, almost afraid of his answer.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Honestly, I don’t know what I feel anymore. She’s been so distant lately, and you’ve always been there for me. It’s confusing.”

You felt a mixture of emotions swirling within you. Hope, fear, and deep empathy for your friend. “Sam, I’m always here for you, but I don’t want to be the cause of any problems between you two.”

He nodded, appreciating your candidness. “You’re right. I need to clear things up with her.”

You pulled your purse onto your shoulder as you walked out into the common room. Charlie was sitting on the couch, smiling at you. Your eyes followed hers as she looked at a bouquet of white lilies with red roses, sitting on the coffee table.

“What are those?”

“I do believe they call those flowers, darlin’.” She smarted.

Your head tilted “Well no shit sherlock. Who sent you those?”

“They aren’t for me.”

Creases formed in your forehead as you read your name written on the note card. “Who are they from?” You leaned down and grabbed it.

“I didn’t read it, but I got a good guess.” She smiled.

The card read:

You're not going to need it, but good luck today! You got this y/n! I'll see you after.                                             -♡- Sam

You blushed slightly, feeling a wave of warmth washing over you as you tucked the card into the pocket of your purse.

“Maybe you won’t have to wait much longer,” Charlie teased, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

A smile tugged at your lips. "Yeah, maybe not," you replied softly.

“How did you do you have so much shit, Sammy?” Dean asked his little brother as he loaded more of Sam’s belongings into his truck.

Sam chuckled. “Thank you. For helping me.”

“Not a problem.” Dean sighed. “Are you sure it’s over? You might be able to.”

“Dean.” Sam cut him off. “It’s over.”

“What are you not telling me Sam?”

Sam glanced at Dean, a small smile creeping onto his face. "I have feelings for someone else," Sam explained.

Dean smiled as he registered Sam’s words.

"She's incredible. Smart, kind, everything I finally realized I needed." He paused, looking down at the ground for a moment before meeting his brother's eyes again. "She's been my rock through all of this."

“She is pretty special huh?”

"She is," Sam affirmed. "She's got this way of making everything seem... brighter. Even when things are tough, she’s always there, supporting me, believing in me."

Dean nodded slowly, processing his brother's words. "Well, Sam. It’s about damn time."

A weight lifted off your shoulders as you walked out of the exam room. A smile spread across your face as you saw Sam pacing in the hallway, waiting for you.

"I didn't know you meant right after, Winchester," you said, a hint of playful surprise in your voice.

Sam's smile broadened, his eyes lighting up with warmth and amusement. "Oh, so you got the flowers," he said, his tone teasing yet tender

"I did," you replied, starting to walk over to him, your heart fluttering with every step. "They're beautiful, Sam. Thank you.”

Sam's smile widened even more, if that was possible. "I'm glad you like them," he said, his eyes sparkling with warmth and amusement.

“So, how’d you do?”

“What do you think? I aced it.” you teased.

“Of course you did.” He agreed, still smiling

“So, what’s the plans for today?” you asked him

"Come on," he said, taking your hand gently but firmly. "There's something I want to show you."

You followed him, curiosity and excitement mingling in your chest. He led you through the winding corridors of the building until you reached a staircase that ascended to the roof. With every step, the anticipation built, the air between you charged with unspoken words.

When you finally reached the top, the view took your breath away. The iconic, red-tiled roofs of the university buildings gleam brightly under the azure sky, creating a picturesque contrast against the lush greenery. The palm-lined main quad is bustling with students and visitors, all soaking in the warmth and vibrant energy of the day.

Sam turned to you, his expression soft and vulnerable, a look you had seen rarely but cherished deeply. "I have a confession. And I’m sorry it’s taken this long, Being your best friend has been the best thing that’s ever happened to me " he began, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “You a way of making everything better. You’ve been my light in the darkest of times. But.” He started walking towards you.

Your heart pounded in your chest as his words sank in.

His steps slow and deliberate, as if he was savoring each moment leading up to this one. The wind played gently with his hair, and the sun cast a warm glow on his face, highlighting the sincerity in his eyes.

His hand cupped your face once he got close. “I don’t want to be your friend anymore.”

A smile spread across your face as his words hung in the air, their warmth enveloping you like a cherished memory.

"I love you," he confessed, his eyes searching yours for a response. "More than I ever thought possible."

Tears of joy welled up in your eyes as you whispered, "I love you too, Sam."

With a relieved smile, he closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a tender, heartfelt kiss. In that moment, everything felt perfect.

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