#sam winchesterxreader

[fuiabarcelos]

King of my heart 

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader.

Summary: You, the queen, have lost the love of your life, Sir Sam, and vow never to fall in love with anyone again.

Bingo: a reputation song - king of my heart .

Genre: Angst and fluff. Au!Royal - 4782 words

Warnings: Grief (I think that's all).

A/N: I'm not fluent in English, so a lot of mistakes can happen.

The crowd gathered in the hall looked at you with every new step you took, admiring your elegance and your attire. Your head was held high as you walked down the aisle among nobles and commoners, ready to take on your responsibilities as queen.   

His father, the king, had died a few weeks before. An unexpected death, as he appeared to be in good health. And, as his only daughter, you were supposed to take over the throne. You weren't afraid, you had been trained and taught to be the ruler of Arcadia since you were a little girl. No one had any doubts that the kingdom would be ruled by a fair queen, and everyone looked forward to the future prosperities in store for the kingdom. 

You were ready to be queen, but you weren't ready to go your own way without him. If your father's death was unexpected, Sir Sam's was even more so. The memories of your father's wake were filled with moments of honor and respect, because he had prepared you for this moment, but the memories of Sir Sam's wake were covered in tears and anguish, because you expected to spend the rest of your life with him. You wanted him to be your best friend, your husband and your king. 

You grew up together, playing and having fun in the halls of the palace. His father, Sir John, was head of the guard, your father's great friend and confidant. The king knew that Sir John raised his children with honor and modesty, and that's why he let you be so close to Sam. Sam would never disrespect you.   

When you were 13, Sam started writing you love letters and you had already told your father that you were interested in marrying him. You were sure that you would never meet anyone like Sam, and your love for each other grew every day. Sam admired you; his gaze was so sweet when he looked at you that everyone in the kingdom knew the feelings you both shared. 

When Sir John died bravely defending the king in an attack on the enemy kingdom, his eldest son, Sir Dean, took over the role of chief of the guard, after which he appointed his brother as your bodyguard, making the two of you even closer.   

Suddenly, however, everything you had came to an end the same night your father died. Sir Sam died a mysterious death, his body wasn't found in its entirety, only a few limbs. A horrible death. You couldn't believe that your love had died in such a brutal way, and you swore that when the person responsible for this was found, justice would be done.  

Here you were, about to become queen, but without the love of your life by your side. 

You sat on the throne. You expected to feel ecstatic as soon as you sat on the throne, but you couldn't have been more indifferent at that moment. Scanning the crowd, you came across some familiar faces: Sir Dean and Marquis Castiel, who smiled at you and curtsied. Looking at Dean, you couldn't help but think of your brother, how proud he would be to be part of your coronation, but he wasn't here, he never would be.   

The archbishop finally took your crown gently and approached you.   

“May I present Y/N, Queen of Arcadia” After saying these words, the archbishop finally places the crown on your head, and you quickly rise from your throne to receive the honors of those present. 

“God save the queen!" Some say.  

"Long live the queen!" Others exclaim.   

That day your reign began, but your life ended the night your great love was killed. You would never love again. 

You had already been queen for two years and the kingdom was more prosperous than ever.   

"How are the preparations for my meeting with Duke Singer?" You asked your lady-in-waiting, Jody, duchess and wife of Duke Singer. They both played important roles in your development as queen, you always saw them as second parents. The duchess was just finishing putting the tiara on your head and fastening it with clips. 

"Everything is in order; the duke is waiting for you in your study." 

"Dear Jody," you said, turning back to face her, "do you know what this conversation is about? Is there something wrong with the affairs of our kingdom? Another rebellion to the south?" You were worried because the enemy army insisted on plundering the crops in the south.  

"Yes, I know why, but I'd rather my husband told you. Please don't be anxious, Your Majesty. As for the south, the enemy army has already been defeated and the people are receiving all the protection they need."   

"That comforts me. I must go and meet Duke Singer now," Jody bowed slightly in reverence. 

Ever since Sir Sam was murdered, you had asked Sir Dean not to put anyone in his place, so you walked alone through the castle corridors, as you would normally do in Sam's company. One of the guards waiting in front of your office door bowed to you and then opened the door where you would meet Duke Singer.   

"Your Majesty, I'm glad to see you. You've been so busy these past few days." 

"The kingdom has been demanding a lot of me lately, Your Grace. Sometimes I think I won't be able to cope with everything on my own but thank heaven I have faithful companions like you to help me." 

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about, Your Majesty" You were confused, Duke Singer wanted to talk to you about his help in the kingdom? Were you making him work too hard? Or was he thinking of offering his services to someone else? You'd do anything to stop that from happening "The nobles are charging for a... marriage." 

"That subject again!" You exclaimed as you rolled your eyes and turned to leave the room, since you weren't willing to talk about it again.  

"Your Majesty, please listen! I'm not asking you to forget your love for Sir Sam, God rest his soul, you of all people know that i thought of him as a son. I could never ask you to stop loving him, that wouldn't be fair." 

"Then why do you insist on asking me to marry someone? Sam would be my husband, the king of my heart and of this kingdom, no one can ever take his place!" 

"Queen, think about it, imagine how many benefits our kingdom will get if you get married. You know that many kingdoms give up doing business with Arcadia when they find out that an unmarried queen rules it." 

"They don't think I can do it, but I've already proved in these two years that I can." 

"I know you do, but think of your people. If you marry a nobleman from another kingdom, we can expand our army. Many people and soldiers have already died in the fighting to the south and many more will die if we do nothing. A marriage could be the key to our problems." 

"Are you sure about that, Your Grace?" 

"I would never ask such a thing of Your Majesty if I didn't have the purest conviction."  

"You know I trust you with my eyes closed, Bobby. I'm willing to consider suitors if it means my people will be safe." 

"Royal Proclamation  

For the attention of all subjects of the Kingdom of Arcadia,  

It is with great honor and respect that we announce that Her Royal Majesty, Queen Y/n, is seeking suitors for holy matrimony.  

At this auspicious time, the royal court invites all worthy and noble-hearted gentlemen to come forward as potential consorts for our beloved queen." 

Ever since it was announced that you were looking for a husband, the offers had been pouring in. Thousands of princes, lords, counts and dukes had come forward with the intention of obtaining your hand in marriage, but none of them had pleased you enough.   

You knew that none of these gentlemen would receive your love, since you swore that it belonged to only one man and that man unfortunately could not claim the position as your husband. However, you were looking for a man you could at least put up with for the rest of your life. With marriage, you would have to fulfill your role as a wife, but it sickened you to think of lying with any of these noblemen or even giving them children.  

You were about to give up when Lord Gavin introduced himself. His lands were a little far away and he had few plantations, but what caught your eye was his extensive mining of iron, silver and gold and his vast army that possessed the most innovative weapons.   

"I know about your painful broken heart, Your Majesty. I wonder why you took a sudden interest in me," Gavin questioned as you walked through the garden.  

"You know very well what my motives were for giving you the chance to get to know me better." 

"My mines and my army, of course," he said smugly. "You know, Your Highness, I don't judge you for wanting a marriage of convenience. I too lost the woman I loved and swore never to love anyone again, just like Your Majesty." 

"You swear? Tell me more." You'd like to hear Gavin talk about his grief, you were hoping to identify with his story and maybe the two of you could make some big agreements based on your feelings.   

"There's not much to tell. I was only a week away from my wedding to her, but she suddenly fell ill and passed away soon after." He sighed as he looked at the horizon, your gaze followed his and you imagined Sam's eyes when you saw the mixture of the sea contracting with the green moss that covered the mountains, you wondered if Gavin also remembered his beloved as he looked at the scene "I've never felt so much pain, it was as if my soul died along with hers. Since then I've never been close to any other woman, but when I saw the proclamation saying that Your Majesty was looking for a husband, I remembered how similar your story is to mine and your promise never to love another man again. So, I thought we could take advantage of this situation." 

"And how exactly do you plan to do that, Lord? You know that if we get married, we'll have to take on our responsibilities as husband and wife. And it will be impossible to keep our promises..." 

"People don't need to know that we haven't consummated the marriage." 

"But what about the children? I'm sure we'll be asked about the generation of an heir." You asked, feeling repulsed at the thought of begetting a son from him.   

"Many kingdoms don't have legitimate heirs these days. Wouldn't you like to leave the throne to one of Duke and Duchess Singer's daughters?" You immediately thought of Claire and Alex, you imagined that Claire would renounce the throne as eldest daughter because she didn't like the idea of having that kind of obligation, she wanted to be free, but Alex might love to be queen.  Regardless of which of the two assumed the throne, the kingdom would be in good hands.   

"I think you may be right, if you wish, I'll have our wedding announced and I'll make sure it happens as soon as possible."  

"I'm happy with your decision, Your Majesty," Gavin smiled debauchedly, happy that he had managed to convince her. Everything was going according to plan. 

After your conversation with Gavin, you decided to take a walk by yourself to enjoy the morning sun and think about your decisions. Of course, you weren't happy about getting married to someone other than Sam, but this arrangement would be good for both of you, and you wouldn't have to fulfill your role as wife to Gavin. He would just be your sidekick. As you were walking, you were startled, and two hands stopped you.  

"Sir Dean, you scared me!"   

"Forgive me, Your Majesty. I didn't mean to."  

"You know there's no need for formalities, Dean. We're friends. What do you want?"  

"Are you in love with him, Y/n?" He asked, his voice coming out lower than usual. 

"No, of course not, Dean! You know that my heart is and always will be your brother Sam's." 

"Forgive me, I don't want you to think I'm judging you. Sam would like you to move on, for this pain in your heart to go away and for you to finally be happy." 

"I would be happy if he were here. But... I'm marrying Gavin, it'll be a marriage of convenience, we've agreed not to consummate the marriage and we won't have heirs, Claire or Alex will take the throne and..." 

"Y/n, you don't have to explain yourself to me."   

"I just want you to know that no one will ever take Sam's place, he'll always be the love of my life.  It was supposed to be him walking me down the aisle."   

"Are you asking for my blessing for this marriage to take place?" 

"I feel guilty for saying yes to another man before the crown and God, I thought if you agreed I would feel better." 

"You know that no matter what I say, this pain won't go away... but if you want to know what I think about this marriage, I think it will be good for the kingdom. I learned about the mines and Lorde's weaponry. We will have a great advantage against the enemy army, and we will be able to free the people from so much suffering. Sam will always be in our hearts, but now the kingdom needs the queen to take some action" You agreed, Sir Dean was right. 

You looked at yourself in the mirror as you tried to hold back the tears in your eyes. You've always dreamed of seeing yourself in white, ready to become a wife. Sam's wife. But it wasn't him you were going to marry tonight and the tears that insisted on welling up in your eyes weren't of emotion, but of sadness. You walked to the safe where you kept all the love letters Sam had written to you. 

“My dear Y/n 

Today I was admiring the fine silk that the merchant brought for the making of your next ball gown and I couldn't help but remember how it looked with the softness of your skin. For a moment I was in a reverie, remembering our nocturnal caresses. Your body under mine, while my hands explored your entire body. My mouth on your breasts while you grabbed my hair and moaned softly so no one could hear, soon my mouth was on yours again as I slowly filled you. 

I miss nights like this with you, my brother asked for reinforcements on the battle line in the South and for a while I had to abandon my post as your bodyguard, but I want you to know that I will be by your side again as soon as possible. And we can enjoy our love. 

With love, your Sam” 

“My dearly beloved princess 

I was thinking about the words we said today and, for me, saying I love you wasn't enough. Y/n, you are the sun that lights up my darkest days, bringing lightness and warmth to my heart. I dream about you every night and I always wish to be with you in my arms to love and care for you. 

No one in the world will be able to overcome this overwhelming love I feel for you, I know we are not old enough to get married yet, but I am looking forward to that day. The only certainty I have in life is having you in marriage and becoming yours forever. 

With all the love in the world, your Sam” 

You didn't have time to read a few more letters, as you were interrupted by Jody's presence. 

"It's time, your majesty" When the duchess investigated your eyes, she knew exactly what was going through your head — You need to be brave, Y/n. I'm not saying as your lady-in-waiting, take this as mother to daughter advice. The deal you got with Lord Gavin was great, you won't need to break your promise. 

“I know… I just” You thought about venting and crying into her lap as you grieved over the loss of Sir Sam, but there was no time for that — Nothing. Should we go." 

Your legs shook as you walked down the red carpet alongside Duke Singer, your heart racing with each new step and each new thought that you would soon be Lord Gavin's wife. However, with the shred of courage you had left, you raised your head and continued walking. 

"We are gathered here to unite in marriage Queen Y/n, of Arcadia, and Lord Gavin, of Hellcrest. Lord Gavin, do you accept Queen Y/n as your lawfully wedded wife?" 

"Yes, I accept" He replied smiling. Without explanation, that smile gave you goosebumps of fear. 

"My queen, do you accept Lord Gavin as your lawfully wedded husband?" 

Tension was in the air; everyone was eager for your answer. You faced the crowd hoping something would happen so you wouldn't have to marry Lord Gavin, but the only thing that could be heard was the sound of rain hitting the ground. Even the heavens were crying. You took a deep breath, looked at the archbishop and then at Gavin and finally looked back at the crowd, but something caught your attention... someone. 

“Sam” you said softly. Realizing that you had seen him, the tall man ran towards the exit, but no one seemed to have seen him, because when they held your gaze, the gentleman had already disappeared into the fog "SAM!" You shouted, running down the hall while holding up your dress. 

"Majesty!" Duke Bobby ran up to you, holding on tightly, “What’s going on?” 

"Bobby, I saw him. Sam is alive!" 

"This is impossible!" It was Sir Dean's turn to exclaim "I know this is hard for you, Y/n, but it was probably just a mirage. My brother hasn't been with us for two years!" 

"Please, let me go. I swear I saw him. He's here" You tried your best to push away the arms that held you, struggling tirelessly against them. These gentlemen should know that nothing can hold a woman in love. You finally managed to escape and ran as fast as you could to try and catch up to your loved one. 

The rain and fog obscured your vision, but you continued running in the direction where you thought you saw Sam go. Because of the wet ground you slipped, but when you were about to fall, two strong arms caught you. When you looked down you realized that if he hadn't restrained you, you would have fallen into a huge cliff. You finally looked up and your stomach dropped when you saw Sam's face looking down at you with concern. 

“I got you” he said as he pulled you closer. 

"Sam, my love, you're alive!" Your hands went to his face, brushing away the wet strands that covered his face. Sam's smile soon appeared on his lips. 

"I'm right here, my princess... I mean, my queen" Sam's lips quickly met yours, his grip tightened on your hair as you lost yourself even more in that kiss. Your hands snaked all over his body to make sure you weren't dreaming, the kiss was long and when it ended, you could barely breathe "Come on, we have to go." 

"What? Go where?" You looked back and a half dozen men holding torches and swords towards you "What's going on?" 

"We have to go; I need to keep you safe. We'll talk later" So you started running, your feet hurt from the tight shoes, but you blindly trusted Sam. 

"Come on, come in!" Marquis Castiel was waiting for you two near a carriage "Quickly, quickly" You entered the carriage and the door soon closed, Marquis Castiel sat down next to the coachman and the vehicle began to move quickly. 

You finally had a minute to take a deep breath, Sam left you to himself and started placing kisses on your head. 

"I'm sorry for staying so long for so long and making you believe that I had died. You don't know how painful it was for me too, having to stay away from my loved one for two years." 

"Why did you do that, Sam?" 

"Because I saw who killed your father. It was all Gavin's big plan. On the night of the king's death, I saw Gavin attacking him and throwing poison into his mouth, it took seconds for your father to die. When I drew my sword to kill Gavin and avenge the king's death, his henchmen attacked me. There were many of them and there was no other knight around. Until Gavin saw you walking along your balcony and pointed a gun in your direction, he said I should go with him or else he would shoot you. He kept me imprisoned for a few days, hoping that I would give out any secret information about our kingdom, but I certainly didn't. 

"If you managed to escape, why didn't you come back to our home and tell me what was happening?" You were confused by so much information. 

"Lord Gavin's men were already infiltrated in your palace; I couldn't put your security at risk. I don't know why it took him so long to put the plan into action, but it gave me time to think about how I would stop him. After many weeks of travel, I managed to reach the kingdom of Hellcrest and talk to King Crowley. I discovered that Gavin's rank had been demoted from prince to lord and he had lost the right to the throne because he was against the laws of the kingdom." 

The carriage was moving a lot and you got even tighter in Sam's grip. 

"The army that insisted on attacking Southern Arcadia was commanded by Gavin. And it began to spread among the nobles that the Queen of Arcadia should soon find a husband. Until the proclamation was published that you were willing to marry. His plan was to marry you and kill you, the same way he killed your father, on your wedding night." 

"He knew exactly how to manipulate me, telling me about the woman he had lost, that he would never fall in love again and about marriage of convenience. He knew exactly what I needed to hear, that I was reluctant about marriage, so he proposed a marriage of convenience" You looked into Sam's eyes "Sam, I never got over you. I promised to never love another man..." 

"I know, Y/n. I was aware of everything you were going through during those two years. Dean told me everything." 

"He knew?" Sam casually. Dean had nicely mentioned it to you "So, him giving the wedding his blessing was part of your plan?" 

"Yes. I told all my discoveries to King Crowley, who was disappointed with his son's new attitudes, so he made himself available to help. I came to Arcadia, along with Hellcrest's army to stop Gavin." 

"What's going on in the palace right now?" 

"King Crowley's soldiers are fighting Gavin's men." 

"Sam, I can't let my people be in danger! We need to go back there. I can't run away while people die." 

"My queen, I assure you that everything is under control. Gavin must already be dead or imprisoned and his men must have already surrendered. Everything is fine, I promise." 

"So, now we can live our love?" 

"I now pronounce you man and wife!" Sam's lips brushed against his with delicacy and passion. Married.

"I will always be yours, my queen," Sam said as he looked into her eyes.

"You will forever be the king of my heart."

[cyarskaren1999-blog]

fuiabarcelos 

2h ago

Bingo: Taylor Swift Songs

Champagne problems: Is love pain?

Champagne problems: Amar é sofrer?

[alicewonderao3]

Scent

Summary: Orange and bergamot always meant fear and pain.

Pairings: Dark!Steve Rogersxreader, Dean Winchesterxreader

Warnings: attempted kidnapping, hair pulling, bruises.

Authors note: The word I got was scent. This is what I came up with. Life has not been kind to me lately, so hopefully, this sleepover can help me work some things out. I had no beta, so all grammar and spelling mistakes are mine. Thanks, @the-slumberparty

Bright citrus and bergamot hung in the bunker, softly wafting under my nose and waking me up. I shot up like a light, the scent instantly taking me back to New York and the Tower. My heart raced in my chest as I was suddenly overcome by memories. I tried to stop myself before panic could take over, reminding myself that he didn't even know where I was, but even through the deep breaths, the panic lingered on the edges of my mind.

I slowly got out of bed, tugging on one of Dean's flannels, and eased the door open. The scent was faint here, outside the door, but I slowly followed it along the hallway, past the library, and down the hall again, nervousness slowly taking over the closer I edged to the kitchen. The scent was stronger here, and I gently pushed the door open to where the scent was the strongest.

But there was nothing. No one lingered behind the door in the dark and the kitchen was as quiet as it was yesterday before I'd gone to bed. I took a deep, steadying breath and turned around to go back to bed, already chastising myself for being scared over nothing when I smelled it again.

This time it was right in front of my nose, the cheerful notes of orange and bergamot almost gleefully laughing at me now. This was no dream. I kept my eyes closed, the scent of orange permeating my entire being. I didn't want to open my eyes, didn't want to be faced with reality, but I slowly opened my eyes to see Steve standing there in front of me.

I felt my heart sink. He'd found me. Somehow, some way, he'd found me. I didn't try to hide my expression, didn't try to hide the sadness and anger that swept over me in large waves, threatening to bring me down.

Steve met my gaze, his eyes both cold and happy at the same time. "I told you, sweetheart, that I would find you no matter where you went. It's time to come home." I could hear the soft command in his voice, knew he was serious. But I couldn't make my feet move, couldn't do anything but pray silently to Cas, hoping he'd hear me.

I stayed still, "No." My one thought was spoken softly at first, but I was firmer as I repeated myself. "No, I won't go." Steve didn't say anything, but his angry expression spoke volumes. He reached out and grabbed my arm, twisting it hard as he drove me back towards the bedrooms. I tried to stop him but I was no match for a super soldier no matter how hard I tried to fight.

He shoved me towards the bedrooms as the soft woosh of wings filled the bunker. Cas. I heard his footsteps and turned around, running toward the sound of his voice calling out my name. Steve was hot on my heels, and he caught up with me before yanking me back toward him as I rounded the corner, my eyes catching on not just Cas, but Dean too.

I fell onto the floor, wincing as Steve yanked me back by my hair. The only thing I could smell in the air now was strong and sharp, like the air before a thunderstorm. Over my head, the men traded barbs as the air almost became electrified, the scents swirling and sparking in the air. The fight would have been comical had I been paying attention to how short it was.

Cas and Sam, who I didn't even know was there, managed to subdue Steve, shoving him towards the entrance of the bunker even as he promised me he'd find me again. His voice rang out even as the Angel held him back, "There is nowhere you can't run, sweetheart."

His words echoed in my head as I stared at Dean, a bruise slowly forming on his face. My face grew hot, my eyes pricked with tears and I felt my lip wobble as I stared at him. He opened his arms and I flew across the room toward him, his soft grunt reached my ears I collided with him.

He held me tightly in his arms, whispering in my hair, and the scent of orange and bergamot was slowly replaced by the soft, earthly scent of sage, the woody scent of cedar and florals. I closed my eyes and breathed in Dean's scent, the panic receding as I calmed down. This feeling of warmth spread through my chest, this was home.

Right here in Dean's arms, safe and protected, just like he always promised me, was the scent of sage and cedar and it would always be what I loved best.

[sams-kinky-girl]

Sweet Tooth

(GIF Not Mine)

Summary: Sam meets a girl who works at a bakery.

Word Count: 700

A/N: This is a completely fluff-filled, self-indulgence and I am not sorry at all. I hope you enjoy!

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“No Dean,” sighed the tall man. “We don’t need any more pie.” The two hunters had just finished a case in a small town and were walking back to where they parked the Impala when they passed by the small bakery. There was a small hand drawn sign in the window that read: Home-Made Pie, Baked Fresh Daily! This was the sign that caught Dean’s attention.

“Nonsense Sammy!” Dean exclaimed already halfway through the door. “We always need more pie.” Sam could do nothing but follow his brother into the shop.

The inside of the bakery smelt amazing. Dean made a bee-line straight for the massive glass case full of sweets and baked goods. Sam however was frozen just inside the door. Sitting behind the register was a girl. Most might call her plain, but Sam thought she was absolutely perfect. Her (Y/H/C) hair was pulled back in a tight bun, and she wore a large cardigan around her frame. It almost looked like a blanket rather than a piece of clothing. She was wearing a pair of glasses that slid down her nose which was buried so deep in the thick book she was reading she hadn’t yet noticed the two men. Sam was grateful for the moment he had to compose himself before he approached her.

He gently cleared his throat and the girl jumped. “Sorry,” Sam said with a small smile. “My name is Sam and that’s Dean.”

It was the girls turn to get her thoughts in order. Standing before her was the most gorgeous man she had ever laid eyes on. The other man was also handsome but he had nothing on the giant with the soft eyes. It took her a few breaths to pull herself together enough to speak. “Welcome to the bakery! What can I get for you two gentlemen?”

Dean scoffed at the word, “I don’t know about gentlemen, but I gotta have one of those pies. Do you have cherry?” The girl hopped down off of her stool and walked over to stand behind the case.

“As a matter of fact we do. They just came out of the oven a few minutes ago, I think they are still warm,” she said and her words made Dean practically drool on the glass. The girl gently took out one of the pies out and expertly wrapped it in a box. She handed the box to dean and turned back to Sam. “Is there anything I can get for you?”

Dean answered before Sam had a chance, “Him? Oh no he doesn’t eat sweets. He’s too full of rabbit food.” The glare Sam sent Dean was murderous.

The girl giggled and Sam’s annoyance vanished instantly. “Well then, Bugs,” she smiled at him. “How about my famous carrot cake cupcakes? They’re my signature item.”

“Sure, they sound great,” Sam quickly replied before Dean had a chance to open his mouth again. “I’ll take two, please.” The girl quickly placed two of the treats into a small box and placed it atop the pie box in Dean’s hands. She then slipped back over to the register to tally up their total. Sam paid while Dean shouted a quick thanks over his shoulder already headed out the door. “So,” Sam began, “I never caught your name.”

“Oh, sorry,” the girl blushed. “It’s (Y/N). No one ever bothers to remember it anyway. They don’t seem to care”

“Well, I definitely care,” Sam said softly. “I was actually gonna ask if I could take you out sometime, maybe for dinner or just some drinks or something?” He looked a little embarrassed as he asked.

The blush on (Y/N)’s cheeks deepened. “Sure,” she smiled up at him. “I get done tonight at 5.”

Sam grinned widely, “Perfect. I’ll come back then and pick you up?” (Y/N) nodded.

As Sam left the bakery, his steps felt lighter and he would swear the sun felt warmer than usual on his skin. Dean noticed the change in his brothers demeanor instantly. “I’m going to the bar alone tonight aren’t I?” He asked.

“Yes,” Sam replied with a slight smirk. “And I’m gonna need the car.”

[thewnchstrs]

“It’s been a long time since I’ve done something like this, and I- I really don’t want to mess this up.”

[nataliehasanimagination]

Teleportation

Pairing- Jack Kline x Reader

Warnings- None

“Teleport?” Jack asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “Can you teleport? Cas can teleport. He does it all the time.”

“Um, I don’t know,” Jack said.

“Y/N,” Sam said. “Leave Jack alone, he’ll figure out things in his own time.”

“I was only wondering, I wasn’t pressuring him to do anything.”

“Mhm, go get ready for the hunt.”

“When you figure out how to teleport, let me know,” I whispered to Jack. “I’ll show you a good time outside of motel rooms and the bunker.”

“Y/N Winchester!” Sam yelled.

“I’m going, I’m going.”

[themind-on-paper]

You’re Safe

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Fandom: Supernatural

Wordcount: 279

It was one of those days...

Your thoughts were haunting you again. You woke up with nightmares and sweat dripping from your forehead. This was the third night in a row.

You didn’t tell the boys yet but the dark circles under your eyes were saying enough.

You walked into the kitchen, both boys sitting at the table with their coffee in their hands. 

“Morning sunshine, ”Dean said.

“Morning.” You said towards him, walking straight towards the coffee machine.

You could feel their eyes on you. You took a cup from the cabin above you and purred a cup of coffee.

“Is everything okay Y/N?” Sam asked.

You took a sip of your coffee before looking towards them.

“Yeah, everything is fine.” The words came despreaded out your mouth then you expected.

“Are you sure?” Dean said. His face showing worry.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You gave them a last smile before leaving the kitchen.

The day was horrible to get through. You were getting tired and slow doing the simpled jobs. And the boys didn’t let you take a step without asking if you were okay.

The night had fallen. You were laying in bed staring at the ceiling. You were trying to go to bed in a positive mind, maybe you're nightmares would stay away.

“Y/N, wake up. Everything is okay.” You heard Dean’s voice said.

“You're safe,” Sam said right after.

You opened your eyes and saw Dean’s hazel green eyes look towards you.

A smile appearing on his face when he saw you looking towards him.

“We will protect you. You’re safe.” He said putting a few of your hairs behind your ear.

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[fuiabarcelos]

Supernatural (Taylor’s version)

Hello hunters and Swifties!

I love reading supernatural stories inspired by songs and I'm addicted to Taylor Swift, so I decided to recommend stories inspired by her songs.

If I find more stories I might think about doing a part 2 or an update.

1 - Speak Now: By @darling-i-read-it

“Based on the song speak now”

Info: One shot - 1100 Words

Warnings: “Hexing being a bad thing, weddings, Fluff.” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Speak Now.

2 - Speak Now: By @bi-bard

“(Season 7, Episode 8) During a trip that was meant to be a vacation, (Y/n) and Dean are met with some very surprising new from Sam and an old face.”

The author didn't say if it's really inspired by taylor's song, I just deduced that it was. If I'm wrong, I'm sorry.

Info: One shot - 1695 Words.

Warnings: “Drugging, threats of violence” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Speak Now.

3 - When I saw your face: By @seriesxwriting

The story of how enchanted it was to meet Sam Winchester.

Info: One shot - 2069 Words.

Warnings: “Drinking, swearing?” - Warnings described by the creator.

Song: Enchanted.

4 - I Remember it All Too Well: By @bi-bard

“The story of the two hunters that lasted far longer than they should’ve. Each chapter shows that Sam and (Y/n) were either meant to last a lifetime or fall apart at the seams. (I used season 11 as a reference for ages)”

Info: One shot - 4905 Words.

Warnings: “Break-up, unhealthy relationship, arguing, cussing, I made Sam a terrible person and I'm not sorry about it.”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: All too well (10 minute version).

5 - All You Had to do Was Stay: By @hellooo-tricksters

“When Sam jumped into the pit, you were devastated, you thought you would never get him back. Then he returns and he is not who he used to be, he is rude, aggressive and cheats on you. He goes, and after a year he returns at your door.”

Info: One shot -  2172 Words.

Warnings: “Swearing, a little angst and maybe a little fluff too.”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: All you had to do was stay. 

6 -  How You Get the Girl:  By @hellooo-tricksters

“ It has been 6 months since you’ve last seen Sam. And now he decides to show up? “

Info: One shot - 1627 Words.

Warnings: “Swearing, smut if you squint I think…”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: How You get the girl.

7 - Welcome to New York: By @d-s-winchester

An AU series, where each chapter is inspired by a song from the album 1989.

Info: Series - 13 Chapters. 

Warnings: “Angst, drinking, language, smut sorta” (Most of the chapters have no warning.)  Warnings described by the creator.

Songs: Welcome to New York, Blank space, Style, Out of the Woods, All You Had To Do Was Stay, Shake it off, I Wish You Would, Bad blood, Wildest Dreams, How You Get The Girl, This Love, I Know Places and Clean.

8 - Gorgeous: By @justagirlinafandomworld

“Sam Winchester ruined your life. And he might know it.”

Info: Drabble - 100 words.

Warnings: “Secondhand embarrassment probably. Maybe feel a little called out?”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Gorgeous.

9 - Paper rings: By @bi-bard

“(Season 12) After everything happened with the British Men of Letters and the return of Mary Winchester, Sam does a lot of thinking about his future. Specifically, his future with his partner.”

The author didn't say if it's really inspired by taylor's song, I just deduced that it was. If I'm wrong, I'm sorry.

Info: Drabble - 983 Words.

Warnings: “Mentions of torture” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Paper rings.

10 -  The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me: By @bi-bard

“(Season 7) Sam had been struggling since he had come back from the cage. As his condition worsens, (Y/n) tries everything to help him.”

Info:  Drabble - 746 Words

Warnings: “hallucinations, past trauma”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Peace.

11 - Look at this idiotic fool that you made me: By @bi-bard

“(Y/n) finally puts their foot down with Sam. Sam trips over it.”

Info: Drabble - 787 Words

Warnings: “mentions of sex”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: illicit affairs

1 -  Head First, Fearless: By @swiftlymoniquesblog

“ “But you’re just so cool, run your hands through your hair, absent mindedly makin’ me want you” from Fearless by Taylor Swift!”

Info: One shot - 2048 Words

Warnings: All the fluff!  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Fearless.

2 - Enchanted:  By @d-s-winchester

“All I can say is I was, Enchanted to meet you”

Info: One shot - 1428 Words.

Warnings: “Language, fluff” - Warnings described by the creator.

Song: Enchanted.

3 - Speak now:  By @d-s-winchester​

“Speak now or forever hold your peace”

Info: One shot - 1305 Words.

Warnings: “None.” - Warnings described by the creator.

Song: Speak Now.

4 - Red:   By @d-s-winchester

“Missing him was dark gray, all alone”

Info: One shot -1048 Words

Warnings: “Sadness, heartbreak, death, dealing with death” - Warnings described by the creator.

Song: Red.

5 - All to well: By @the-winchester-pie​

Info: One shot - 2071 Words

Warnings: Angst?

Song: All too well. 

6 -  I’d Say I Love You Even at Your Darkest: By @bi-bard

“Doubt and guilt creeps in and convinces Dean to run for the hills. (Y/n) refuses to let Dean believe that they would ever be happier without him.”

Info: One shot - 1838 Words.

Warnings: “Self-doubt, arguing, cussing”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Forever winter.

7 - Style:  By @hellooo-tricksters

“Dean and the reader are in a no strings attached relationship since they met on a hunt. It passionate, steamy and complicated, but they keep returning on the same path, not matter which road they take.”

Info: One shot - 1869 Words.

Warnings: “Slight smut, mainly mentioning of it, maybe swearing, cheating?”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator. 

Song: Style.  

8 -  Dorothea: By @imaginestuffs

“Dean “doesn’t like” your music, or so he says.”

Info: Drabble - 913 Words.

Warnings: “ A few curse words I believe, and fluff!!”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Dorothea.

9 - Bloodmoonlit: By @moonlightspencie

“ Six years of friendship with more simmering beneath the surface. They thought they had no chance (but that’s romance).”

Info: One shot - 5400 Words.  

Warnings: “Drinking (a lot of it tbh), both of em being massive dorks, 18+ pls bc it gets mildly spicy at the end.”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Glitch.

1 -  I'll Let You In: By @bi-bard

“(Season 7 + 9) After gaining his memory back, Castiel has to leave to go help the Winchesters. (Y/n) promises to leave the door open to him. They weren’t expecting him to actually come back.”

Info: One shot - 2490 Words.

Warnings: “Mentions of death”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: That’s When.

2 - Shake it off: By @kaz2y5-imagines

Dean and Sam find you and Castiel dancing "Shake it off" in the bunker.

Info: One shot - 1696 Words.

Warnings: None?

Song: Shake it off.

3 - Bad blood:  By @hellooo-tricksters

“Castiel finds the reader after they broke up 3 months ago. It was ugly, hard and painful, but now, now she works for Crowley. She’s a demon and she’s got all the right ways to show him what he did to her. He’ll pay.”

Info: One shot - 1439 Words.

Warnings: “Swearing, torture...slightly… Demon!Reader”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Bad blood.

 4 - My lover:  By @swiftlymoniquesblog

Info: Drabble - 574 Words.

Warnings: Fluff, slight mention of relationship doubts

Song: Lover.

5 -  I'm setting off, but not without my muse: By @bi-bard

“ Monsters are known for terrifying people. Some monsters even scare themselves.”

Info: One shot - 1575 Words. 

Warnings: “Character death, angst, suicide (seriously, read with caution)”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: The lakes.

6 -  And if I didn't know better, I'd think you were talking to me now: By @bi-bard​

“ (Y/n) had grown up with the Winchesters, but Castiel was the one who really took on a father role over the years. (Y/n) has to cope with losing him and having someone else claim to be his kid.”

Info: Drabble - 866 words

Warnings: “Mentions of death, grieving, Child!Reader”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Marjorie.

7 - Safe and sound:  By @d-s-winchester

Info: One shot - 1231 Words.

Warnings: None  - Warnings described by the creator.

Song: Safe and sound.

If you guys know of more supernatural stories inspired by taylow swift songs, let me know as I might put them in part 2/update.

Enjoy the stories!

To the writers: You are amazing!

[sakuwriteshere]

The Unknown Season - Chapter 1: Awakening

Summary:  Reader went to bed just like any other night but once the reader wakes up she’s not in her bedroom anymore. (I know it's pretty lame but I don't want to give away the plot yet)

Pairing: Dean WinchesterxReader, Sam WinchesterxReader (friendship)

Warnings: None I can think about. Swearing maybe?

Words count: 1413

A/N: I know this plot had been use too many times already, but this idea came up one day and wouldn’t disappear, so I had to write it down. The story is set up after season 12 but it's kind of AU because Castiel is still here and the only fact that I kept from the season finale is Crowley's death.

English isn’t my first language and it’s been way too long since I wrote in English so I deeply apologize for any grammar mistake/error.

Last thing; this is going to be a series but I’m not sure of what to think of it so please feel free to give me any constructive feedback.

Disclamer: I do NOT own Supernatural or any character of the show which are the CW company properties. This work is for free entertainment only.

                                                 Chapter 1: Awakening

It was the end of the day at last. You hated Mondays and not only because it was the beginning of the week. It meant that you started another long and suffering week of work. You hated your job. Well, to be honest you enjoyed your job as a waitress, it was the customers you didn't like. The grabby customers. What was so sexy in wearing an apron anyway? You swore men would only be thinking with their lower brain when they got a glimpse of the little attire.

You threw yourself in your couch and sighed heavily. You took off your shoes and tucked your legs under you. The house was silent which felt good after the whole noisy night at the restaurant. You enjoyed the silence for a moment, closing your eyes and hoping the migraine you had for almost an hour would leave you alone. Half an hour had passed, and you decided to take a shower before relaxing in your living room.

The hot water felt great and you realized that the migraine left, indeed. A good point since you wanted to have a glass of red wine before going to bed. Once you got out of the bathroom you put on your pajamas which consisted of a pair grey shorts and tee with the big face of Hello Kitty in the middle of it with a slight touch of pink making the whole thing a bit girly. You took a wine glass and poured a generous amount of the red liquid then went to sat on your couch again. You grabbed your laptop and started it. You checked your e-mails then went to your favorite website to indulge your guilty pleasure: reading fanfics.

You loved reading. Your living room walls consisted of bookshelves full of books. Fantasy, thrillers, romantic novels, ... You read everything, you weren't picky. If the story was interesting, the plot believable and the characters realistic it was enough for you.

You picked a Supernatural fanfiction, the hiatus having the best of you. You couldn't wait to see what would happened in the next season and thanks to the wonderful community of fans, you had something to entertain you before the next season premiere.

As you felt your eyes closing and the words in front of you becoming a blurry mess, you checked the clock on the wall and realized that it was already 3 in the morning. You had a late shift the next day so it didn't bother you so much, knowing you could sleep late in the morning. You closed your laptop and dragged your feet into your bedroom. It didn't take too long before you fell asleep.

In the middle of the night you woke up, consciousness poking your sleepy brain, but you didn’t open your eyes. You felt dizzy and your you became aware of the sweat in your lower back and the back of your neck. You ignored it and fell asleep once again.

When you finally opened your eyes the next morning, your hand patted the side of the bed, and strange habit you had for as long as you could remember without knowing the reason behind it. It was empty, as always. However, the bedsheets didn't feel like the ones you were used to. It felt like soft silk and you knew your bedsheets were made of cotton. The air around you felt heavy and a strange scent hit your nose: dust. It felt like the room had been closed for a long time. You sat up on your bed and that was when reality hit you: You weren't in your room.

You couldn't see a single thing inside the room since it was pitch black which was the problem, you knew it was morning time so where was the sunlight? More importantly where was your window? Your heart started to beat faster as panic rose inside of you. With a trembling hand you patted around you in hope of finding a lamp next to you. You sighed as your trembling fingers brushed against a button and once you pushed it a soft light let you see where you were.

You weren't in your room, of that you were sure now. The few old furniture around you weren't yours and your eyes stared at the boring walls. Yep. No windows.

You jumped from the bed, your brain thinking about hundred scenarios. You've drank too much the previous night and went with a strange guy. Or you've been kidnapped in the middle of the night by a strange guy and now were his prisoner. And so, on and on. Whatever you were thinking it was always a bad thing. So much for being an optimistic woman.

So why the room felt kind of familiar?

Without thinking; your hand reached for the doorknob. You knew it was useless, the psycho who kidnapped you wouldn't leave the door open, but you had to try.

It opened.

Well, your psycho was an idiot. Or maybe that was what he wanted you to believe?  Maybe he let it open so you could try to escape and he would chase you? That was the only explanation you could think of and despite the fear you had to try to escape anyway. You opened the door slowly, silently praying that it wouldn't make any noise.

You took a deep breath before heading inside a dim corridor, your bare feet sliding softly against the cold tiles. It looked old and again you couldn't suppress that strange feeling as everything around you felt somehow familiar.

You walked slowly through the long and scary corridor, hoping no one could hear your heart beating hard against your chest.

"What the..." you murmured as you ended in a big room.

It wasn't feeling familiar anymore. You recognized this place perfectly well, despite the fact you've never been there before.

The bookshelves, the long white columns, that big wooden table lightened with lamps, those three little stairs that lead to another room, you were in the...

"...Bunker?"

Your head snapped when you heard a creaking sound. They really needed to put some oil on those hinges, you thought. Footsteps followed, two pairs of footsteps to be exact and you were frozen in place. That couldn't be, you must be dreaming. Right a dream. A very vivid one.

"I'm just saying it doesn't need to be slimy fluids you know?" You would recognize that voice anywhere. It became louder as the seconds ticked.

Your eyes wide and your breath stuck in your throat, you realized that Dean Winchester stood at the top of the stairs, looking behind him, certainly looking at...

"Sammy, are you listening?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, Dean." Sam answered his brother in a tired voice. He put a hand on his older brother's shoulder and was going to add something when his eyes fell on something in the middle of the room. The features on his face changed as his grip tightened on Dean's shoulder. The older Winchester looked in the same direction and furrowed his brows. The three of you stared at each other for a few seconds, your face mirroring your disbelief while there was only shock on theirs.

"Hey!" Dean shouted as he grabbed his gun from behind his back and pointed at you.

You were startled when you heard him shout but you still couldn't move. You watched them climbing down the stairs guardedly, both pointing at you with their guns.

"I said 'Hey!'" Dean repeated as he came closer but stopped when he was at a safe distance.

Of all the things you could say at this moment, the only words that came out from your mouth were "You did. Twice. Good for you."

You giggled slightly, remembering the quote from that famous episode. At least that confirmed once thing; you were dreaming.

The brothers shared a look without lowering their guns as you started to laugh. You always laughed when you panicked. Finally, your limbs started to move again and you grabbed your head with your hands as everything around you started to swirl. You felt a cold sweat in the back of your neck and felt dizzy.

Sam's grip tightened on the trigger of his gun as you started to move, your laughter subsiding; but before you had the time to say anything more he saw your eyes rolling back and your body falling heavily on the ground as you felt into oblivion.

Chapter 2

[gleefinn]

Name

“The Goo Goo Dolls? Really?” You turned to see Sam, laughing, leaning against your door.

“Oh c’mon. You gotta love them! They’re so good!” You chuckled.

“What’s your favorite song?” He asked as he proceeded to make his way to sit on your bed.

You began to get a little nervous, he always made you so nervous. For God sake you were in love with the tall dude.

“That’s a hard one. If I have to choose one I’d say Name. It’s calming and so beautiful.” You were cleaning up around your room. Putting away clothes and organizing your hunting gear.

“I like that one too.” He watched you move around.

“Hey, y/n?” His voice seemed hesitant now, so you stopped cleaning to pay attention to him.

“Yeah?”

“Um I was wondering if you were busy tonight?” His hands did a lot of moving and his eyes never fully focused on yours.

Those stupid butterflies started fluttering in your stomach again. Dammit.

“Not that I know of.” You smiled nervously. 

“Oh okay good.” He nodded.

“Just ask her, man!” Sam thought to himself.

You waited for him to say something, but he seemed to get the answer he needed so he didn’t say anything else.

You made your way to your restroom and brushed your teeth. Spitting out the foam into the sink, you looked up to see Sam standing at your restroom door now.

You turned, “you okay, Sam?”

He smirked, “y/n, you wanna go out with me tonight?”

For years you had envisioned him doing this but it was difficult to believe that he would ask YOU. 

“Yeah! I’d love to.” You smirked shy.

He looked down and his dimples began to kiss his cheeks.”Good. Then I’ll meet you at your front door in an hour.” He chuckled.

As he walked away, you stood there in disbelief. 

[alicewonderao3]

Diamonds and Flowers

Title: Diamonds and Flowers

Warnings: None

Pairing: Dean Winchesterxreader

Authors note: I had a whole theme and setting for this and then a cold just ripped its way through my house and halfway through writing this, I lost inspiration and re-wrote using two of the three items, a diamond bracelet and a bouquet of flowers. I'm still taking care of a sick kid, so it's not as well polished as I'd prefer, but here it is. All spelling and grammar mistakes are mine, but I wanted to keep posting for @the-slumberparty I am enjoying this so far.

Today was my birthday. One of my favorite days of the year, a day when Daddy spoiled me rotten with anything I asked for, although if you asked my mother, he did that every day anyway. I slipped on my favorite pink dress, the sleeves long enough to cover my arms, with soft white flowers on the skirt. I slipped on my favorite pair of off-white vintage heels and with a quick spray of my jasmine perfume, I headed downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast. 

I pushed through the swinging door and saw Daddy standing in the kitchen with mother. Neither noticed me at first, and it was clear that whatever conversation they were having wasn't a good one. Before I could alert either to my presence, Daddy's eyes met mine and he forced a smile. 

"Happy Birthday Princess!" He said, holding his arms out for a hug. I let him hug me and asked, "What's wrong?" Mother, who was sipping a cup of coffee near the sink, just said as she left the kitchen, "You tell her, George." 

I frowned, turning toward Daddy. He explained that he had several business meetings today and that he wouldn't be able to take me to lunch as he planned. Before I could frown, he said, "You're still going, but I won't be able to join you until later." I let it slide, happy in the knowledge that he would join me later, so I resolved to have fun. 

After breakfast, I spent most of the morning shopping. But I wasn't like most of the other girls I'd grown up playing with as a kid. Those girls were dripping in designer clothing and expensive jewelry, and that just wasn't my thing. I much preferred to shop at vintage stores and bookstores, surrounded by old books and quiet corners where I could sip coffee and immerse myself in another world. 

I was walking down an aisle in one of my frequented and favorite bookstores when a tall shadow fell over the book I was looking at. I glanced up and had to hold back the frown that threatened to spread over my face. Dean. Dean was my daddy's right-hand man, always there at his side for business meetings, and his main protector. His brother Sam was his attorney, serving him in court as needed. 

If Dean was here, Daddy wasn't coming. I sighed. "Daddy isn't coming, is he?" I asked, meeting his intense green-eyed gaze. Dean shook his head. "No, but he sent me to give you his apologies. He's just busy." I frowned, especially when Dean handed me a small velvet box. "From your dad." I held the box in my hands for a moment before opening it. 

Diamonds glittered in the light as I opened the box. The diamond bracelet was pretty and expensive, something I'd never buy for myself on my own. I closed the box with a snap and dropped it in my purse. I glanced back at Dean as I shelved the book and forced a smile. "Be sure to thank him for me." I felt tears forming, today just wasn't a good birthday. "I just want to go home." 

Dean didn't even try to convince me. He just nodded and was silent the entire ride back to my parent's house. Dean escorted me back home and was gone in seconds, back to see my father, no doubt. I skipped dinner and went to bed early, hoping that tomorrow would be a better day. The next morning, however, I walked down to breakfast to see a bouquet of beautiful flowers. Daisies and tightly closed roses, with a scattering of babies breath, met my gaze. There was a card next to the flowers. 

I frowned, picking up the flowers and breathing in the scent of the flowers. They were pretty and the daisies were my favorite flower. I picked up the card and opened it, skipping past the cover to the inside. There in a messy scrawl that could only belong to one person were the following words, "Happy birthday sweetheart. It's not much, but I hope you like them. I know daisies are your favorite. Dean." 

I felt a bit of warmth on my face as I stared down at the card. Dean always called me sweetheart, and it always did something to me. I wasn't ready to admit I might or might not have feelings for the handsome man who served my Dad so faithfully, but I picked up the flowers and hugged them to my chest for a moment. I softly whispered, "Thank you, Dean." 

I was startled by a deep voice, "You're welcome, sweetheart." I whirled around to see Dean standing in the doorway, a smirk on his lips. I felt very underdressed in my dress and bare feet, but I simply said, "I didn't see you there." Dean chuckled, "I can see that. I didn't mean to startle you, I'm sorry." 

I busied myself by putting the flowers in a vase and I asked him if he wanted any coffee. He shook his head, "No, I came to talk to you." I turned to face him, "Me? Are you sure?" He nodded, walking close to me as I turned and started arranging the flowers in the vase, nervous about having him so close. "Sweetheart," Dean said, his voice soft. I took a deep breath and felt his hands gently turn me toward him, a single rose in my fingers. "Look at me," He softly commanded, and I raised my face to meet his, my breath taken away by the soft look in his green eyes. 

His eyes were soft and kind as he said, "Let me take you to dinner." It wasn't a question, and normally I would bristle at such a command, but it was delivered so softly and so sincerely that I couldn't help but nod my head. "What time?" I asked, unable to tear my eyes away from his. Dean smiled and leaned in close, "I'll pick you up at seven."

Before he could do much else, his phone rang and his whole demeanor changed in an instant. "Winchester. Yes. Yes." He hung up the phone and turned to me, ready to say something, I wasn't sure what, when I set the rose in the vase and scooped the vase up in my hands. I leaned up on tiptoe and gently pressed my lips to his cheek softly. As I passed him, I said, "I'll be waiting for you at seven, Dean." 

I left him standing there in the kitchen, and heard his footsteps as I climbed the stairs to my room. He gave me a wry sort of grin and headed out the door. Maybe this date wouldn't be so bad after all. 

[sillesworldofwriting]

Different Countries, Different Customs

Title: Different Countries, Different Customs

Chapter No./One-Shot/ Drabble: Drabble

Words: 466

Author: Sille

AO3

Challenge: Halloween with Dean drabble challenge

Pairing: DeanxReader

Notes/Warnings: German superstition, accent, reader is not from the US, all the mistakes are mine

Summary: After finishing a hunt with Sam and Dean ou three celebrate it at the local bar

Author’s Note: This was an interesting challenge. First time I really did some research for one of my fics that took me longer than a few minutes. So thanks @torn-and-frayed for hosting it! Also I’m still searching for a Beta-Reader. If you’re interested shoot me an ask!

You were at the local bar together with Sam and Dean after a successful hunt. Sam was just getting your drinks so you were sitting alone with Dean in one of the corner booths.

“So Y/N, what brings you to good old America?” he asked and laid his arm around your shoulders.

You grinned at him. “Caught the accent, didn’t you?”

“There is no mistaking it. Even though it is subtle, I give you that.”

You chuckled and caught his hand laying on your arm with one of yours. “Well, originally I’m from Germany. My dad got a job offer here when I was a teenager so we moved,” you explained playing with his fingers.

“And when did you start hunting?”

“When I was 18. My family was killed by a vampire on Halloween nonetheless. Didn’t know what it was as it attacked us in our home. Another hunter saved me and helped me get my revenge. Been hunting ever since.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.” Dean tightened his arm around you in a comforting gesture.

“Thank you.” you smiled at him. “But it was years ago.”

He opened his mouth to say something else but didn’t get the chance. Sam came back in that moment with your drinks in hand.

“Here you go,” said he as he handed you and Dean your beers.

“Thanks,” you responded.

“Well, here’s to us and successful hunt!” declared Dean as he wanted to clink bottles with you but you pulled yours away.

“Ah!” you began. “You have to look me in the eyes as we toast. Otherwise, you will have bad sex for the next seven years.”

Dean looked at you confused. You just shrugged. “German superstition and I’m not risking it! I would rather have no sex than bad sex.”

He watched you for a moment but then began to smirk. “Well, if the lady insists.” he acknowledged and held his bottle out to you. His look was intense as you clinked bottles with him. Heat was building in your stomach. You knew just from this one look that you were getting lucky tonight.

After you both touched bottles with his brother, Dean gave his full attention to you again.

“Do you have any more German superstitions? I have to say I’m a bit intrigued,” he asked.

“Well, we’ve got a few. I could tell you about them back at my motel room?” you suggested and threw him an obvious glance. He couldn’t misjudge the meaning.

The slow smile said that he didn’t. “Lead the way,” he said eagerly.

You placed the almost full bottle of beer on the table and stood up. Dean did the same before he turned to Sam with a wide grin.

“Don’t wait for me, Sammy. I’ve got some research to do!”

The End

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[sillesworldofwriting-mainblog]

Dating is not for me - or is it?

Words: 983

AO3

Quote: “Or maybe I should stay away from all men.”

Challenge: FRIENDS Quote Challenge by @impalaimagining

Pairing: SamxReader   

Warnings: A bit of angst, mention of unwanted attention

Author’s Note: First ever challenge I did on Tumblr. I’m kind of excited and nervous. I hope you like it @impalaimagining. And everyone else of course too! And as always: I’m still searching for a beta reader. So shoot me an asked if you’re interested!

It was only 11 pm when you slammed the door to the bunker shut behind you. “I hate men,” you muttered as you stomped down the stairs. Not caring if you would wake any other residents of the bunker. As if the Winchester were sleeping already. The night was still young after all.

You made your way to the library, expecting Sam to be there, reading some old lore book. And you were not disappointed.

He lifted his head as you collapsed into a chair beside him.

“Rough night?” asked he.

You rolled your eyes. “Otherwise I wouldn’t be back already would I? Rough evening would be more accurate since it’s only 11 pm.” you snapped at him.

“Hey okay. No need to get bitchy with me.” He raised his hands in a placating manner. “I just asked you a question.”

A sigh left your lips. “I’m sorry,” you apologized. “I’m just so frustrated.”

Sam laid his arm around your shoulders and pulled you to him a bit. “Want to tell me what happened?” he asked.

You rested your head on his shoulder. “I just get the feeling that I’m just not cut out for dating. Or maybe I just have the worst luck. I mean the last guy didn’t talk to me at all. He just looked at his phone most of the time or drank his beer. And he still had the guts to ask for a second date.” you explained. “And the man today got so drunk off his ass in just under two hours that he got himself thrown out of the bar.”

Sam patted your shoulder sympathetically. “I’m sorry that you had such a bad night.” he murmured into your hair and gave you a kiss on the crown of your head.

“That was not even the worst part, to be honest,” you continued as you relaxed further into him. Sam always gave you a feeling of safety when you were near him. You knew that you could let your walls down. “I followed him out of the bar. He embarrassed both of us pretty bad. I couldn’t stay. What I didn’t plan on was that he was still in the parking lot. He actually waited for me because he felt entitled to a kiss since we had such a great night.” You said the last part sarcastically.

Sam's arm tightened around you. “Did he touch you?” he asked.

“He tried.” you sighed. “But one well placed kick to his nethers and he thought better of it.”

Sam relaxed at your words which made you smile.

“I’m a hunter. I can take vampires and demons out by myself. A human is not a problem for me Sam.” you laughed.

“I know. But I still worry about you. What friend would I be if I didn’t?” he pointed out.

“True,” you agreed.

“Any plans about the dating situation?” Sam inquired.

“Not yet. I think I will stop looking. At least for awhile. Or maybe I should stay away from all men.”

“I hope not.”

Your head shot up from his shoulder. “What do you mean?” you asked as you looked at his face.

“I hope you will not stay away from all men.” he elaborated. You just stared at him. Willing him silently to explain. You had no clue what he was talking about.

Sam let his arm fall from your shoulders and brushed with his hand through his hair. His eyes darted nervously from one point to another, never quite meeting yours anymore.

“Sam?” you questioned.

He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. “I know that this has to be the worst timing to tell you this.” he began. “But I kind of fell in love with you.”

You opened your mouth but closed it again after a second. Your mind was blank. That was the last thing you expected Sam to say.

“What?” you whispered at last.

“I’m in love with you. Have been for a while, to be honest. But I never said anything because you never gave any indication that you may feel the same.” he explained, looking away.

“Then why now?”

“Because I can’t stand to see you with all these other guys that aren’t me. I can’t stand how there all treating you. You deserve so much better.”

“So…. you want to date me?” you wondered.

“Yes. I want to date you if you’re willing.”

You were speechless again, not sure what you should say to that. Sam was always only a friend to you. The thought of dating him never even crossed your mind.

“You don’t have to answer right away. I know that this came quite sudden for you.” Sam babbled after a few minutes of silence. “I can wait. Just think about it?”

You sighed as you looked at him. “I don’t want to ruin our friendship Sam,” you whispered.

“That will not happen. Whatever you decide we will still be friends. I’ll be there for you. Just as I was before. That won’t change. I promise.”

You looked him in the eyes and saw the truth in them. “Give me time?” you asked. “I never thought of us in that way.”

His smile could have lit up the whole library. “Of course,” he said. “Think about it how long you want. I’ll be waiting.”

You had to smile too. “Thank you”. You said gratefully and stood up. “I think I will turn in early though. I’m beat, to be honest.”

“You look like it too.” Sam joked.

You hit him playfully on the arm. “Good Night,” you laughed and were about to turn around but you thought better of it. With a quick motion, you gave him a gentle kiss on his cheek. “Thank you Sam.” you murmured.

He smiled softly at you. “Good night.”

That night you slept peacefully. Maybe dating Sam wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

The End.

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A Plan

“Y/N, how are we supposed to get out of this vampire lair?” Dean asked.

“I have a plan,” you said.

“Is it a good one?”

“I have a plan.”

“We’re going to die,” Sam said.

[themind-on-paper]

Save me… part 6

You can read part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4 and part 5 here.

You opened your eyes and sat up on the edge of the bed. Sam was laying on a bed next to yours. On the other side of the room, you saw Dean sleep on the couch. You rubbed your face with your hands. Taking back what everything happened yesterday. Took a deep breath and looked around one last time. You got up from the bed and made your way towards the door. You tried to open the door of the room as quiet as possible.

The door opened with a little of sound you looked back towards the room both men still asleep. You stepped out of the room and closed the door behind you as quiet as possible. You made your way outside.

The parking lot in front of the hotel was almost empty there 2 cars parked also counting the Impala. You saw a saw bench on the other side of the parking lot facing the motel You made your way to the bench and sat down. The streets were still quiet. The sun was coming so it had to be early in the morning.

You stared at the door where you just came out. The faces of James and Nick racing through your mind.

You saw movement coming from behind the door. You watch the door opened and Dean coming out of it. He looked worried. He was looking left and right till he spotted you. He ran through the parking lot towards you.

“What do you think you're doing?” He said angrily towards you.

“I’m breathing and looking at the sun going up.” You said.

He shook his head and sat next to you. “Keep watching it then.”

You looked at him he was staring at the motel.  You look forward. The two of you didn’t speak to each other, we just stare at the sun coming up.

After a few minutes, you heard Dean's stomach grows from the hunger. You look towards him and you see he’s a little bit embarrassed.

“I was thinking exactly the same.” you said towards him with a smile.

He looks at you. “Let’s go eat something then.” He says standing up from the bench and making his way towards the Impala.

“Can I ride?” You asked walking behind him.

He looks at you surprised at our question and at the same time angry.

“hmmm… Nevermind.” You said walking towards the passenger seat.

You were sitting in front of Dean waiting for someone to pick up your orders.

Dean was staring at you. He was really making you uncomfortable. You had to stop the staring.

“uhm..”You said to yourself thinking about what to say. “Sorry about a few moments ago.”

He still stares at you. “A just really like the car and always wanted to ride one.” His face softness at your words. Your lips form a little smile.

A woman stands next to your table. “What would the two of you like?” She says looking at Dean and me. “Can I have a coffee and one of your apple pies?”  

Dean’s looks at you surprised.

“What your day has to be sweet from the beginning.” You said with a smile on your face.

“And you sweet buns?” the woman says towards him.

“For me also a coffee but with a cherry pie.”

“Okay, coming right up.” The woman says writing the last things down and walking away.

At the silent between the two of you begin again. You liked silence but this was killing you.

You looked at Dean and you saw the silence also making him a little it nervous.

“Uhm… so how long do you have the Impala?” You said towards him.

“That’s the first question you come up with after yesterday?”

“Yes, because I really don’t want to talk about yesterday,”

“Okay..” He said nodding his head. “I got it from my father.” He paused for a moment. “The Impala.”

“Well, you both have good taste.” You said with a smile.

“So what about you?”

“What about me?”

“You know… Family, Friends, Boyfriend?”

You chuckled at his question.

“Just to know if we have to protect more people.” 

“Well No to the first, since yesterday no to the second and a maybe for the boyfriend.”

“A maybe?”

“Yeah, you know... “ you looked at him, he was waiting for an answer. “What about you?”

“I only have my brother…” He said.

The waitress settles the coffee and the pie in front of you.

“Thank you,” You both said towards her. She gives the two of you a smile and walks away.

“Okay, what about friends and girlfriend..” He takes a sip from his coffee and looks at you. “Or boyfriend?” You continued with a smile on your face.

He has to gasp for air at you last words.

“Girlfriend. Okay, girlfriend.”

“Okay.. sorry for asking.” You said taking a bite from your pie. “Ah, this one is so good.” You said. Dean was looking at your plate. “Do you want a bite?” you said putting the plate between the two of you.

He takes a bite. “Uhmm hmmm, this is amazing.” He tries to take another piece from your pie. You take the plate back as fast as possible.

“You have your own pie.” You say with a smile on your face.

“Dean? What are you doing?”

Both of you look to the person next to your table. Cas is standing there looking towards Dean.

“She needs to be protected. She can’t be too much in the open.” Cas said.

“Cas, it was my fault.” You said quickly “I was pretty hungry.” He looks at you and sits next to you.

“Eat it up and we will go right back,” Cas said. 

You nod your head towards him and looked towards Dean. He was just staring at Cas.

You looked down to your plate and finished your pie and coffee.

We all there the motel room again. Sam was sitting at the table looking at his laptop.

He looks towards the three of you. “Heej where were you?”

“Having breakfast,” Dean said a little bit annoyed.

“Okay…”He says and gaze travels to you. “Y/n, I did some research on the book but I don’t understand a few things maybe you can help me.’

“Sure.” You said and you walked towards him. You sat at the table next to him. He put the screen of his laptop also in your view.

Tag’s

Save Me 

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[fuiabarcelos]

Exiled Hearts: How to keep a secret? (1)

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader.

Summary: You and Sam are tired of just being friends and decide to reveal your feelings for each other, but are you willing to accept Sam's dating conditions?

Bingo: a folklore song - Exile.

Genre: Angst and fluff - 4782 words

Warnings: Break-ups, secret relationships, discontent, fights.

A/N: I'm not fluent in English, so a lot of mistakes can happen.

This story takes place between 12x09 and 12x22.

You are my homeland 

The boredom was killing your brain slowly, this gray room with only a sink, a toilet and a bed was leaving you crazy with every passing second. 

Today is the 47th breakfast they bring to you, so you assume that it's been 47 days since Sam, Dean and you were arrested for trying to kill the president, obviously none of the agents would believe that it was Lucifer who was in the president's body, so there was nothing to be done. 

Since you were arrested, you had no contact with the boys, which made you extremely apprehensive. You weren't afraid of the agents, but you were afraid of what they might do to Sam and Dean to get information. 

Two years ago, the boys saved you from a Wendigo attack in your hometown. You had an unstable life, with a horrible job and you were completely alone, so when you found out what they were doing, you wanted to help them even though you knew how dangerous this job was and even though the boys were opposed to it, especially Sam. However, after a lot of phone calls and insistence, they agreed to let you help on a few, just a few, hunts. 

Well, you were unlucky enough to be present when they went after Kelly Kline and Lucifer, who was in the president's body.  

The agents interrogated you first, because they thought that since you had a clean record, unlike the brothers who had been on the FBI's radar for years, you would be easy to manipulate and tell them everything. They expected you to say that the three of them were part of a terrorist organization or that the boys had taken you hostage (Sam would surely approve of this idea so that you could get away from this prison as soon as possible) but you remained silent the whole time.  

You didn't want to admit it, but this situation was making you panic. 

This morning, there was something different going on: the guards seemed more agitated and were running around complaining all the time. You thought it was just a lame attempt by your brain to entertain you, until your cell opened, and you were faced with Sam. 

"What? How did you..." You tried to ask how he managed to escape, because it seemed impossible, but you should have figured that nothing is impossible for a Winchester.  

"We'll talk later, now we need to get out of here" He grabbed your arm and dragged you quickly out of the cell. 

Dean was waiting for you outside. While Sam searched the paddy wagon, Dean talked to Castiel on the phone and you analyzed how to turn off the electric fence that surrounded the whole place, after a while you finally found the booth that controlled the gate. You thanked yourself internally for not having to climb over the fence in front of the boys wearing that jumpsuit.  

The gate opened and then you ran, you ran a lot.  

"All right, so we got, what, hour till dark? Which puts us, what, six hours till midnight?" Sam asks as soon as you've slowed down. 

"That sounds about right" Dean answered, analyzing the territory to see if you'd need to run again.  

"What's going to happen at midnight?" You ask, because you don't understand Sam's concern about the turn of the day.  

"Dean, we have to talk to her about this." 

"Okay, we will. All right? later " 

That conversation made you even more worried. What were they hiding from you? How did they manage to escape from their cells? Where were you going now? You had so many questions, but they couldn't be answered now. You had at least 10 men after you, you had to keep running. 

You went even deeper into the forest, but it wasn't helping; the agents were still on your tail. It was then that you noticed one of the men moving away from the group and warned the boys. After all, even if he had a gun, it was still three against one and you trusted the brothers' agility.  

“This is Norton. I’m..." It was time to put the plan into action. Before he could finish his sentence, Sam came at him and started choking him with his forearm. Dean quickly grabbed the agent's Walkie-talkie.  

"Norton has gone night-night" 

"Winchester" Another agent answered through the Walkie-talkie. 

"This the man-in-charge?" Norton was completely out on the floor. Sam had taken his gun and was keeping watch.  

"That’s right." 

"Well, let me tell you how this is gonna go" Dean continued his conversation with Rick Sanchez "You’re gonna call your boys, and you’re turn around, and nobody’s gonna get hurt."  

"No, no. Here's how this is gonna go. I take my highly trained soldiers, track your ass down, and you get hurt" Sanchez pauses dramatically, probably in an attempt to frighten you "A lot. Including the girl" When Sam hears this, he immediately pulls you close to him "You can't run forever, you're trapped out here." 

Sam feels guilty every day for bringing you into this life, even though you've already explained to him that you're in this life because you want to be. That comforts him sometimes, but at times like this he just wants to get you to safety and never let you be in danger again.  

Sam can't bear the thought of losing you or of something bad happening to you. Dean, Mary, Cas and you are the most important things he has, even if he hasn't admitted it to you yet. He considers you his homeland, the place where he knows he can count on for anything and, if he could admit it to you, he would look you in the eye, hold your face and tell you that he wants to be by your side forever. 

"Well, what we have here is a failure to communicate" Dean's instinct for negotiation had already worn off "Cause we’re not trapped out here with you. You’re trapped out here with us" Sam reloaded his gun so that the noise would make it clear that you were now armed as well.  

You finally managed to leave Sanchez and his men behind, even if it wasn't for long, but you hoped it would be enough time to put the new plan into action.  

"That'll work," said Dean as you briefly analyzed the old house you were going to use as bait. 

You entered the house and began your preparations. Dean quickly found a lamp and a lighter, you found a first aid kit and a bear trap which you gave to Sam to hide outside, while you and Dean prepared the house and went over the plan.  

"And what am I going to do?" You ask when Dean has only mentioned his and Sam's name in the execution of the plan "I know I'm not very good at physical fights, but I don't want to stand here and watch while you do all the work." 

"You're not going to watch. Take this" He hands you the gun they stole from Norton "I know your aim's great." 

You were happy to finally have an important part in the plan. Sometimes it's a bit frustrating having to stay in the shadows of the two of them, but you haven't been on many hunts for experience, so you understood why.  

Finally, you and Dean finished the traps inside the house, and you went outside to see how Sam was doing. When you finally found him, he was just finishing installing the last bear trap.  

"Hey, look out! I've put one nearby" He warned you when he saw you. You stood where you were waiting for him to come to you and guide you along the safe path "How are you feeling?" 

"Horrible in that outfit" You point to the gray jumpsuit. Sam laughs as he guides you both to sit on a rock "And very tired." 

"I understand, I am too" It was rare for Sam to admit he was tired, and you felt he trusted you when he said it.  

"So, what's going to happen at midnight?" You asked, but you were afraid of the answer.  

"Y/n... Dean and I made a pact with Billie. We died and came back to life because of her, that's how we managed to escape" He sighed before continuing "At midnight we have to fulfill the pact, she's going to take a Winchester." 

"What?" You stood up and didn't care how loud your question was.  

"Shh... You might attract attention, calm down," he said, pulling you back to sit next to him.  

"How could you do that?" You could feel your heart beating faster and faster "She can't take any of you!" 

"Y/n, it was a fair deal. Dean and I agreed to all the terms." 

"But you shouldn't have! I thought you were the sensible one in the group, the one who made smart choices." You couldn't hold back the tears, so they were soaking your cheeks.  

You were thinking that you would soon lose someone very important to you. If it was Dean, you'd lose a great friend, almost a brother. If it was Sam, you'd lose the man you've been in love with for two years and never had the courage to tell him.  

"Please don't cry" Sam reaches out to touch your cheek and wipe away your tears.  

"You can't expect me to be okay after receiving news like that." 

"I know" Sam pulls you closer and hugs you. The hug was long and the whole time he was gently stroking your hair to try to calm you down.  

You wanted to beg him to stay with you, because you wanted to love him and be loved by him. He couldn't leave without you living your great love story and Dean needed to be here to see it happen too.  

"Have you decided who it's going to be?" You asked as you walked away.  

"Not yet, we'll decide when the time comes" When Sam held your chin and lifted your face so you could look at him, you could feel the butterflies in your stomach "I don't like to see you cry, I prefer it when you smile" Your eyes were fixed on his and his on yours. And finally, under that beautiful but uncertain night, Sam brought his face close to yours and dragged his lips across yours a few times, making the desire grow even more in both of you "Can I do this?" 

"Please, do it." 

He pushed your hair away and held your cheek. His lips quickly found yours, enveloping you in a slow, passionate kiss. You trailed your fingertips down his neck, dragging them lightly. You smiled when you felt him get goose bumps. This seemed to arouse Sam's feelings even more, so he grabbed your hair and slid his tongue in to meet yours.  

You didn't want to pull away, that kiss was incredible, but to both of your misfortune, you heard footsteps and moved away quickly. When you looked to the east, you saw some lanterns that were far away but coming towards you.  

"They're coming" Dean ran from inside the home to warn you.

So many signs 

After you and Sam exchanged such a passionate kiss while you were alone in that forest, the men who arrested you finally showed up and you put the plan, not so elaborate, but which the three of you believed would work, into action. You were right, the plan worked.  

All of Sanchez's " highly trained soldiers" were injured, but you and the Winchesters made a deal not to kill any of them. As much as they had left you locked up for a month and a half, they were just doing their job, but you made it clear that if they tried to come after you, there would be big consequences.    

And then you found Castiel and Mary, it was clear how worried they were about the boys, you're sure they spent the whole time looking for Sam and Dean. You stayed in a corner near a tree, almost hidden, because you didn't want to disturb the family reunion.  

"Y/n, come here" Dean called to you and you finally approached. 

You were never very good at introductions, but at some point, you would meet Mary Winchester, since she had come back from the dead. You were afraid she wouldn't like you, especially now that Sam had kissed you and you hoped that meant you were willing to try something more.  

"Mom, this is Y/n" Dean introduced you "We saved her two years ago from a Wendigo, she helps us on a few hunts. Y/n, this is our mom." 

You approached her and extended your hand in greeting.   

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Winchester." 

"Nice to meet you too. And just call me Mary." She held out her hand to greet you too. "Were you stuck there all that time with my sons?" 

"Yes, unfortunately I had the misfortune to be with them when they sent Lucifer back to his cage." 

The whole way, you were chatting to Mary, trying to make a friendship, which made you forget that midnight would soon be here. When the car began to shake and stop working, you felt your heart grow faint.  

Billie explained the whole deal that Sam had explained to you earlier to Mary and Castiel, who certainly didn't like what they heard. So, when Billie said it was time for a Winchester to die and Mary offered to go in place of one of her sons, the boys tried to stop her, but the reaper used her skills to push them away. She then pointed the gun at her own head and said goodbye to the boys, but Castiel surprised everyone when he simply killed Billie.  

Dean ran to check that his mother was all right and you went to Sam's side to comfort him, even though Castiel was impulsive, he saved Mary. You put your hand on his to hold it, that wasn't a problem for you. Dean always joked that you should be together, and you knew he'd be happy when you told him what happened between you and Sam on that rock, you'd been thinking the whole way about how you were going to tell him. However, to your surprise, Sam ignored your gesture, he took two steps to the side, away from you and said nothing.  

You didn't like it and you didn't understand why Sam was so uncomfortable when you were near, but you didn't insist, as he had just been through a difficult time. On the way home, however, both boys noticed that you were getting restless. You were all tired, so you decided to go home and not mention it. 

You were finally in the bunker.  

You were already in bed, ready to go to sleep, when someone knocked on your door. It was Sam.  

"Hi, I just came by to see if you were okay," he said as he walked in and closed the door.  

"I am and, actually, I was asking myself the same question about you" He pushed the sheets aside and sat down next to you on the bed "You weren't uncomfortable at all when you kissed me, but when I tried to hold your hand..." 

"I know it was awkward, but..." He sighed, not knowing how to start this conversation "What did that kiss mean to you?" That kiss was so intense, in a short space of time you managed to express more feelings than in two years of living together, he knew exactly what that kiss had meant to you, but he needed to hear it.   

"Absolutely everything I've been longing for since I met you. I never had the courage to tell you how I felt for fear of your reaction, but neither of us needed to say a word to know that there's a lot more going on here than just friendship" He held your hand, as he should have done before "So, what's got you like this?"  

"Y/n, what I feel for you is so... inexplicable, that I'm glad I managed to express some of my feelings with that kiss" He closed his eyes and sighed before continuing "But I'm still confused. I know we can try to take this further, if you want." 

"I do, Sam. You know that."  

"I know and I want to too, but I need you to be patient" You didn't understand what he was getting at "If we're in a relationship now, I still don't want to tell my family."  

"Why?" You didn't expect to hear that.  

"I talked to Dean about you officially being part of the team." You'd waited so long to hear that. "So, if we're going to work together, I don't want to mix things up. Especially with my mother here, they'd be apprehensive if we went out hunting and let our feelings get in the way of our work."  

You didn't like the idea, but you thought maybe Sam was right. You can't mix hunting with a relationship and maybe by keeping it hidden, you could separate things. That wasn't what you expected, but you hoped that you could keep this secret if it meant having Sam by your side.  

You could have told him that you didn't like the idea, but afraid that this would be your only chance of having him, you didn't tell him.  

"All right, I guess you're right."  

"Really? So, you're okay with it?" You looked at him and nodded. Sam smiled at you and moved closer to kiss you. This time the kiss was less slow than the first, but it had the same desire and passion. You felt your body yearning for more and you were sure Sam's was too when he laid you on the bed and started unbuttoning his own shirt "Your room is warm." 

"I'm sure that's not why you're taking your shirt off" You slid your fingers over his bare chest and admired him for a few seconds before grabbing his hair and kissing him again.   

If Sam's kisses were incredible, spending the night with him was even better. You woke up to the birds singing and rolled over to find Sam and hug him, you hoped to feel his hands in your hair and hear his voice, freshly awakened, close to your ear as he wished you a good morning, but Sam was no longer beside you in bed.  

You stayed in bed a little longer, trying to understand why he had left you there alone after the great night you'd had, so you decided to send him a message hoping he'd say he was in the bathroom and would be back soon to be with you. 

"Good morning, Sam. Where are you?"  

"Good morning, love. I'm in my room."  

You couldn't resist smiling when you saw that he called you love. It felt like you were living in a dream.  

"In your room? Why are you in your room?" 

"Dean would have been suspicious if he'd seen me coming out of his room this morning, especially in the same clothes he'd seen me in." 

"So, I got dressed and went back to my room at dawn."'   

You were so disappointed that you just threw your cell phone on the bed and got up to put on your clothes, without even saying anything to Sam. 

You and Sam were in the car waiting for Dean to come back from the market so you could go on your way. Jody called a few hours ago saying she needed help with a vampire nest, and you quickly grabbed your things and headed off. After the British started helping you with the hunts, they seemed to have tripled, so you packed up your things and went to live in the bunker at the boys' request.  

You accepted quickly because you thought you could spend more time with your secret boyfriend. That hasn't changed much.   

"Sam, I was thinking we could go out, you and me. I did some research and found a café with a tempting menu." You turned the screen of your cell phone to show him the place.  

"I heard Jody and the girls talking about this place, they seem to frequent it. If we show up there, the two of us alone, and they're there?" You rolled your eyes shamelessly, not caring if Sam saw it.  

You picked up your cell phone and went back to your seat in the back, remaining completely silent. Sam realized that you hadn't liked his answer, picked up his laptop and got out of the front seat to sit next to you. 

"Since we started dating four months ago, you've never taken me on a date." 

"I know, come here" He slung his arms over your shoulders and leaned your head against his chest "We've had a lot of cases to deal with lately and I couldn't think of any way to go out without arousing suspicion. We'll still go out, I promise."  

You couldn't explain how much it was getting to you. It was always the same excuses: "We can't do that because they might find out", "I can't be alone with you for too long because they might get suspicious" or "We have to be careful, with any slip-up they might find out."  Everything you wanted to do with him, even the simplest things, had some risk and you always had to do everything as hidden as possible. When he suggested not telling his family about your relationship, you didn't think he would be so extreme.   

And now you were beginning to feel that you didn't matter to him, because at no time were you the priority. 

"Okay, we can do something when you think it's safe," you said even though you still weren't convinced by Sam's excuse.   

You were at Jody's house talking about the best strategy for attacking the vampire nest on the night of the next day, even though you were extremely tired from all the research, you were still there trying to help. Jody prepared a room for the boys and a bed for you in Alex and Claire's room, as they were both on a school camp.  

You had a headache from reading on your laptop for so long, so you went to the kitchen to get some water to take your medicine, when you saw Sam and Dean's bedroom light on and them talking.  

"So, you're telling me there's nothing going on between you and Y/n?" 

"No, Dean. There isn't." 

"I can't believe it! I always knew you had feelings for each other, but why hide it? I saw you two in the car today, you were close, don't you think?"  

"Damn it, Dean. I don't have feelings for her. We're friends."  

That hurt like hell. Sam was denying to death that the two of you were together and Dean didn't seem as opposed to the idea as Sam said he would. So why did he keep lying? You started to think that maybe Sam didn't have feelings for you, that's why he didn't want to assume you, but the idea of always having someone available to offer him affection was good for him. Or maybe it was embarrassing for him to have a girlfriend like you while there were much better women out there.   

You didn't know the exact reason, but that night you went to sleep crying thinking about the possibilities. None of them were positive.   

The next day, you were getting ready to go to the place where the vampire nest was supposed to be. After breakfast, you told Sam that you had overheard the conversation between him and Dean, hoping that he would tell you why he had been so secretive about your relationship, his eyes were clearly swollen from crying all night, but he said that you had work to do and couldn't get involved in feelings right now. 

You were in Jody's living room packing the supplements you needed to take. Sam had gone to the bathroom but returned a few minutes before the scheduled departure time.  

"Has anyone seen my phone?" He said, "I've looked in the bedroom and I can't find it." Everyone in the room denied it and you began a long search for Sam's cell phone, since it was where the vampires' location was, you couldn't leave without it.  

"It's here, love" His cell phone was between the sofa cushions, and when you turned to give it back to him, you realized that everyone in the room was staring at you in surprise. It was then that you realized what a big mistake you had made.  

"Love, huh" Dean said, smiling at you both. He was clearly happy, again invalidating Sam's theory. 

"What are you talking about?" You tried to change the course of the conversation, even though you knew that neither Dean nor Jody were idiots, but you should try.  

"You called him love." 

"No, I didn't."  

"I heard it too," Jody commented. Obviously, neither of you would believe this lie. You might have thought it was funny, but when you looked at Sam he had a clearly enraged expression, Jody and Dean also noticed the tension in your gaze "I think we'd better put the things in the car, don't you, Dean?" The elder Winchester followed the sheriff out of the house.   

"How could you make such a big mistake like that?" Sam shouted after they left. You'd never seen him so angry, but this situation was getting out of hand, you couldn't stand being kept in the shadows when clearly everyone around you approved of this relationship. 

"You know what, Sam? I'm tired of it!" You also shouted "You told me you didn't want to mix things up because of work and that your family, especially Dean, wouldn't approve of our relationship, but that's a lie!" 

"How can you say that?" 

"I can make a list of all the times Dean Winchester nearly burst into flames at the possibility of his brother dating his friend." Your heart ached and you made no effort to hold back the tears. "I don't want to do this anymore. I've hated having to hide our relationship since the day we started doing it." You looked at him, crying even more at having to do this. "Hiding our relationship was your only condition and I should have denied it, so I'm doing it now, Sam. There's no way they can know about something that no longer exists." 

"What?" Sam's hands were shaking, and you saw the tears running down his cheeks. You didn't answer, you just went to the room you'd spent the night in and started packing up your things "I never learned to read your mind, Y/n..." 

"Yeah, you never learned to read my mind" You scoffed at his sentence as you rolled your eyes.  

"I couldn't turn things around, because you never gave a warning sign. You never told me you didn't like it."  

"I gave so many signs, Sam!" You shouted as you cried and threw your things into your suitcase "You couldn't change because you didn't pay attention to any of them, I wonder if at some point you paid attention to me" You took a deep breath "This isn't what I expected when you kissed me that night, but I thought that with or without your condition I'd be happy, because I'd be with you. I was wrong."  

"I imagined that at some point we'd get used to it," he whispered.  

"So, you wanted it to be forever?" That was worse than you thought "And I imagined that at some point you would change your mind. It was already doomed to fail, Sam. We just ignored it."   

It took you five minutes to pack your bags and leave Sam alone in the hallway, with all his love bruised and his heart screaming for him to come after you, be totally honest and apologize. He couldn't lose someone he loved so much that's what he's avoided these last four months, but he forgot that it wasn't just death that hurt, but seeing you go with the intention of never coming back into his life too.   

His greatest fear had always been losing you, and he hadn't realized how much his actions were taking him away from you. Now, that fear has become real. However, the part of his mind that he thought was rational kept him standing there as he watched you go.