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jarpadversebingo · 1 day ago

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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.