#sam Winchester x oc

[littlesoulshine]

title: flashing sam

warnings: 18+, language

you’re both soaked in sweat and grime, adrenaline still sharp in your veins, lungs burning from the sprint through the darkened corridors of the abandoned house. sam’s pacing, hands on his hips, jaw clenched so tight you hear his teeth grind. he’s pissed. at you.

“what the hell were you thinking?” his voice is low but edged, dangerous. that’s the voice he uses when he’s trying not to yell. “you jumped in front of a fuckin' bullet, you could’ve—”

“saved your ass,” you cut in, breathing hard, heart still hammering. the words don’t really help. his nostrils flare, his fists clench and unclench, his whole body tense, radiating heat and frustration. he looks like he wants to shake you. maybe strangle you. definitely lecture you to death.

but fuck that. you’re still alive. he’s still alive. and right now, all that pent-up frustration is curling in your gut in a way that makes you all types of horny.

so you do the first thing that comes to mind. you grab the hem of your grimy, blood-speckled shirt and yank it up, flashing your tits at him, bare skin gleaming under the dim fluorescents, nipples tightening in the cold air.

“are we still fighting?” you ask, voice saccharine, and defiant.

sam makes a noise—somewhere between a strangled inhale and a full-body malfunction. his gaze snaps down, eyes going wide, mouth parting like his brain just short-circuited. for the first time in ten solid minutes, he’s silent.

“that’s what i thought.” you drop your shirt back into place with a smirk, turning on your heel, heart racing for an entirely different reason now. “next time, maybe say thank you.”

behind you, sam finally finds his voice, but it’s wrecked, hoarse. “you’re out of your goddamn mind.”

maybe. but you’ve def won this round.

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[wendichester]

⋆｡° ✮ jealousy,

summary. sam gets jealous and is determined to prove that you're his.

pairing. sam winchester x reader

wordcount. 524

notes. slightly smutty ! mdni

The bar is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of cheap beer and desperation. You’re leaning against the counter, waiting for your drink, when the guy next to you strikes up a conversation. He’s tall, blond, and cocky, flashing a grin that’s all charm and no substance. You humor him for a moment—nothing flirty, just polite banter��but you can feel a pair of familiar hazel eyes boring into the back of your head.

By the time you return to the table, Sam’s jaw is tight, his shoulders tense. He doesn’t even bother masking the storm brewing in his expression. You sit beside him, setting your drink down, and his arm snakes possessively around your waist, pulling you closer than necessary.

“Your new buddy there seemed friendly,” he says, his tone low, casual, but laced with an unmistakable edge.

You bite back a grin. “He was just making conversation.”

Sam’s eyes darken, his gaze dropping to your lips before flicking back up to meet your eyes. “Sure he was.”

You arch a brow, amused. “Are you jealous, Sammy?”

He leans in, his lips brushing your ear as he murmurs, “Do I need to remind you who you belong to?”

The heat in his voice sends a shiver down your spine, and you don’t miss the way his fingers tighten on your hip. Your playful smirk falters, replaced by a flicker of something deeper, something raw.

“Sam,” you whisper, but it’s not a protest—it’s a plea.

Without another word, he stands, his hand wrapping around your wrist as he pulls you toward the motel. The air between you crackles with tension, every step amplifying the anticipation coiling in your stomach.

The second the door shuts behind you, he’s on you, his lips crashing against yours with a desperation that takes your breath away. His hands grip your hips, pulling you flush against him as he backs you against the wall.

“You think I’m jealous?” he growls against your mouth, his voice rough and low. “You’re damn right I am.”

His lips trail down your neck, teeth grazing your skin in a way that makes you gasp. “Watching that asshole talk to you, thinking he had a chance… He doesn’t know you’re mine.”

Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan. “Then maybe you should do something about that,” you tease, your voice breathless.

His eyes blaze as he pulls back to look at you, his hands sliding down to your thighs. “Don’t worry, honey. I’ll make sure everyone knows you're mine.”

In one fluid motion, he lifts you, and your legs wrap around his waist. He carries you to the bed, his mouth never leaving yours, and when he lays you down, it’s with a reverence that makes your heart ache.

“Mine,” he murmurs, his hands roaming over your body, worshipping every curve.

“Yours,” you agree, your voice trembling with need.

And as the night unfolds, he leaves no room for doubt—not in his touch, not in his words, and certainly not in the way he makes you feel like you’re the only person in the world who matters.

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[zepskies]

Here are some of my favorites! (A revamp of my old rec list.) They will span Tumblr, Ao3, and FF.net, as I did a lot of my early reading/writing on other platforms.

Keep in mind, I probably like several fics from each of these authors, but I'm featuring one or two that I very much enjoyed.

SUPERNATURAL FIC RECS

[OS] = One-Shot || [S] = Series || [HC] = Headcanon

Dean Winchester x Reader or OFC:

Stories are Dean x Reader unless noted OFC.

✦ Alisha Ashton

Clear the Area - [S | Excellent 4-part series!] This is the story of you and Dean, and how he manages to slip past your defenses. Written so that you can put yourself in the OC's shoes. Sorta set end S8. Slightly AU in the fact that Dean, Sam, Castiel, Kevin, and YOU all live in the MOL Bunker. Everyone is healthy. Cas is still an adorably clueless angel with zero tact.

✦ @luci-in-trenchcoats

Feral [S] (Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader) Feral is an Alpha’s most dangerous state. Pure raw instinct. A killing machine with no thought. Only an Alpha under extreme duress can submit to their feral side and they rarely can come back out of it. It takes highly specialized rehabilitation to even have a chance at working. When a feral Alpha comes into the reader’s low level rehab facility one night, she knows he’s a dead man walking. But he doesn’t deserve to die and a split second decision to help him escape before that can happen will put them both on the run. He’s no ordinary Alpha though. He’s Dean Winchester. The boy who went missing all those years ago. The boy that made everyone realize no one was safe from the Alpha black market. The man that could destroy them both with one wrong move…

Headcanon: How They Meet Their Plus Size Girlfriend [HC] (Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, Soldier Boy, and Russell Shaw included)

✦ @deanbrainrotwritings

Wild Flower [OS] Dean gets hit by a spell when fighting a witch and assumes it was harmless or ineffective. He was wrong, but at least he wasn’t dead. He’s a woman now. 

✦ @waynes-multiverse

Creature of the Night [OS] When her car breaks down on a dark lonely road, she is lucky a handsome stranger takes her in. Grateful, she is willing to do anything to repay his kindness.

Headcanon: Valentine's Day [HC] (Dean Winchester // Soldier Boy // Beau Arlen // Russell Shaw – Edition) How would your favorite men surprise you for Valentine's Day?

Headcanon: Gettin’ Down and Dirty with Dean [HC] Smutty headcanons with Dean...

✦ @rizlowwritessortof

Take a Shot [OS] Let’s face it, his henley looks good on both of you…

Late Night Show [OS] You’re spending a little down time at Bobby’s when HE shows up with his brother. You try to ignore those old feelings for him, but when you accidentally walk in on him pleasuring himself, all bets are off. 

Lost in You [OS] A casual flirtation leads to a violent encounter, and Dean’s reaction is a little more than you expected.

That’s How It Should Be [OS] (Sheriff!Dean x Reader) Sheriff Dean Winchester/Reader have to escape, quick - but Dean won’t let being on horseback stand in the way of showing a lady a good time…

✦ @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

The First Time Series [S] Even though he's a lot older than she is, and more experienced in every possible sense, Y/N finds herself incredibly attracted to Dean Winchester. Amazingly, one day she starts to think that maybe the attraction isn't all one-sided.

The Dangers of Hope [S | Endverse!Dean] When Y/N shows up at Camp Chitaqua with her little girl in tow, her bloodshot eyes leave no doubt that she's infected. Or is she? Everything Dean has come to know for certain over the last five hellish years, is about to be challenged.

It's All For You [OS] After a hunt gone wrong, all Y/N wants is to make Dean feel better. Will he let her?

Things Learned and Unlearned [S] Y/N has spent her life trying to outrun her mother's reputation. When she meets the rich and successful playboy, Dean Winchester, how quickly can he get her to stop running?

✦ Lindsey D. Perez

Say I'm Beautiful [OS] You're feeling a little self conscious about your weight so Dean decides to show you how sexy you are. Dean x Reader Warning: negative body image, swearing Rated M for smut so go forth with caution.

✦ @ejlovespie

It Ain't About Pity [OS] (Dean x Plus-Size!Reader) Dean Winchester has eyes for the reader. She has no idea. When he finally figures out why she’s been dieting, he isn’t pleased. 

✦ kittenofdoomage

More to Love [OS] (Alpha!Dean x Plus-Size Omega!Reader) Reader is a hunter, and an Omega, an unusual combination. She’s always been mocked for her size, so she keeps to herself but a case Garth persuades her to take ends up with a confrontation she never saw coming.

Never Spoken, Always Said [OS] He doesn’t say the words much but he shows her every day.

Taste [S] (Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader) The reader is pregnant with Dean's baby. Spanning the first year or so, we join them as they discover new things about each other.

✦ @impala-dreamer

A Simple Kinda Man [OS] Dean’s a pretty simple man. He likes the things he likes and you can rarely get him to change his mind about it. 

Like Heaven [OS] (Dean x Curvy!Reader) Y/N’s request might throw him off for a second, but he’s never going to deny her, not when it feels so good in her arms…

Take a Break [OS] Laundry can be annoying and overwhelming, so it's important to take breaks now and then...

✦ @justagirlinafandomworld

Remind Me [OS] (Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader) There was no escaping what happened to you. There wasn’t a magical number of days in which you would simply get over it either. It happened and you had to live with it. But your alpha would never leave you to work through it alone.

Delicate [OS] Dean made you feel things no one else ever had. But is it a good idea to see this through?

The Fallout (Alpha!Dean x Beta!Reader) [S] When Sam meets his true Omega, you fear your time with the Winchesters is fated to end. Before they can hurt you, you decide to distance yourself. But Dean isn’t willing to let you get away so easy.

✦ @spnbabe67

Girls, Girls, Girls [OS - Part of a Series] (Dean x OFC) While on a witch hunt Dean gets hit with a spell. Later at the hotel, Dean feels the effects of the spell and Tori has to help him through it.

✦ @chevroletdean

NSFT Alphabet [Dean Winchester] [HC]

Masturbation [Dean Winchester] [HC]

✦ @thatonewriter15

Unspoken [OS] How many reasons are there to love Dean Winchester...?

✦ @iprobablyshipit91

Twenty Minutes or Less [OS] Dean raises an eyebrow at you, cocky smile firmly in place. "I bet I could get you there in twenty minutes or less.”

Magical Blooms [OS] After all, there was a flurry of customers walk through the doors to Magical Blooms each and every day, and quite a number of these were regulars. Just because one of those regulars was an undeniably gorgeous man that flirted shamelessly...

✦ @jawritter

Feral (Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader) [S] True mates don't exist, at least that's what everyone tells you. It's nothing but a childish, fairytale notion to believe that such a person exists. Someone that is made just for you, your person. Who knew they were so wrong…

✦ @marvelfanfn2187a113

Here For You (Dean x Little Sister!Reader) [OS] You help Dean through a couple different kinds of pain.

✦ @deanwinchesterswitch

The Girlfriend Who Remade Christmas [S] Dean’s holiday spirit is nowhere to be found. Fed up with his Grinch-like behavior, Nicole is determined to open his heart again to the wonders of the world around them and help him find joy in the Christmas season.

✦ @spnexploration

Collared [S] Sam and Dean save a woman from where she has been held as a slave by a witch. But things turn dark whenever they try to take her magic collar off, leaving them with a slave to look after and a curse to break.

✦ @kaleldobrev

Old Man [OS - Part of a Series] Dean never had a problem with the age gap between you two; not until now any way.

✦ @deanwritings

Friends with Benefits [S] After walking in on Y/N following a fun encounter, Dean and Y/N decide it would be beneficial and much easier to use each other for their needs. But can they keep it just about sex?

✦ @waywardxwords

Safe [OS] You had hoped to get in and out when you heard what town the next hunt was in. Unfortunately, you can’t outrun your past. You, also, can’t outrun those old feelings--panic, anxiety and fear. You had hoped you’d never have to share this part of your life with Dean, but things don’t always work out the way we had hoped.

Witches [OS] While hunting a witch, you accidentally stumble upon her collection of sex pollen. 

✦ @acreativelydifferentlove

Carry On [S] (Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader) You’re an Omega in a small rural town. When your father’s gambling and drinking leaves him with a debt he can’t afford to pay, he offers you to a group of Alphas. Dean Winchester is an Alpha desperately trying to escape his past and pain. Can you save each other?

You're Home [S] (Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader) After years away at college, you have finally returned to your home town. In order to settle back into the community, you have to seek permission from the Head Alpha. What happens when you see his son for the first time since presenting as an Omega?

✦ @deanwanddamons

Helping Hand [OS] Dean is tired after a hunt, so asks Sammy to drive Baby. You and Dean cuddle up in the back seat.

✦ @mind-empty-just-fictional-people

Love Language [OS] You’ve never said it, neither has he…is that weird?

✦ @pink-sparkly-witch

The Widow [S] Sam and Y/N are happily married, but everything changes after a fatal car accident leaves her a widow. The Winchester motto: “Family Don’t End with Blood,” takes on a whole new meaning for Y/N as she navigates her new normal with the help of her brother-in-law, Dean. But what no one can tell her is what happens when she falls in love again.  

✦ shirleypositive72

While They Dance On A Pin (Jane Series 5) [OS - Part of a Series] (Dean x OFC) Sam, Dean, and Jane have been on the road almost constantly since Dean's return from Hell. They're finding Seals, finding danger, finding out each other's secrets. But it's what they find when they open the door to one more motel room that sends Dean back into his darkest moments. An OC's experience of episode 4x16, On the Head of a Pin.

✦ BeccabooO1O

She's My Cherry Pie [OS] Dean was drunk. So terribly drunk. And it was hilarious. Just some karaoke!Dean (aka the best Dean of them all).

✦ @pamwritessometimes

Roots in My Dreamland [OS] Dean encounters a mysterious forest spirit who’s an enigma.

✦ @supernotnatural2005

Sexual Encounters with Dean Winchester - Edging [OS] Exploring new kinks with Dean. How far can you push him before he breaks?

Happy Accidents [OS] (Dean x Plus-Size!Reader) You haven't seen the Winchester's in over a year, but the case you're working has you scratching your head, and who better to call than some old friends. However, insecurities arise as well as the reprise of a long time crush. Little do you know, it's reciprocated.

Lebanon [OS] A wish gone wrong right brings back a familiar face. However, you all soon discover it's not as simple as it seems when what you’ve all accomplished, and your family, hangs in the balance.

✦ @ambiguous-avery

When He Slides In [OS] And says “Fuck, I missed you.” After a hookup with the (in)famous Dean Winchester, you figured that would be the end of it. Too bad you could never seem to get him out of your mind. People always told you that you got attached too easily. And they were right. You were just another notch in his belt. He couldn’t possibly remember you...

✦ @bettystonewell

To You I Belong [S] (Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader) Dean isn’t looking for a mate. Not only does he think he doesn’t deserve one, but the last place he expects to meet his soulmate is while on a case. Fate ain’t real. He still has free will, and saving you from monsters is just another part of the job.

Another Notch on His Belt [OS] Every little part of him is holding onto every little piece of her, and any other woman he’s been lucky enough to escape his life with. Even if it’s only for the night - or - Dean replaces intimacy with sex.

✦ @lamentationsofalonelypotato

It's Not a Big Deal [S] (Dean x Reader x Soldier Boy/Ben love triangle) Dean's in for a rude awakening when he finds out exactly what you did when you got stranded in another universe.

✦ @thoughtslikeaminefield

Deep [OS] Dean shows her more about pleasure than ‘deep’.

Dean Winchester x Lisa Braeden:

✦ adventuresinposting

Damages [S] Ben is in a car accident causing a fractured skull. Consequentially he remembers Dean. Ben tries to find Dean, who is now a retired hunter after losing Sam in a final battle. This is the story of Dean finding something and someone to replace the hole in his life left by Sam.

✦ FaithDaria

One Step at a Time [OS] The Winchester way of life changes, and Dean adjusts accordingly.

✦ bloodmagik

A Dad By Any Other Name [OS] Ben is sick and Dean stays home with him while Lisa is at work. Lisa learns something about Dean's relationship with Ben.

Sam Winchester x Reader or OFC:

Stories are Sam x Reader unless noted OFC.

✦ Avrilando

While You Were Sleeping - [S] (Sam x OFC) A seriously injured unconscious man is in the hospital Rachel volunteers. With no idea who he is and if anyone is looking for him, Rachel decides to keep him company while he's sleeping. With The Eyes of a Loving Man [S] (Sequel to While You Were Sleeping) Continuing through Sam and Rachel's relationship with all the highs and lows of dating a hunter. Mostly a collection of oneshots and some connecting stories.

✦ Lindsey D. Perez

It's Your Birthday [OS] The Winchester's find out it's your birthday and insist on celebrating with lots of alcohol. Sam introduces you to body shots and things get heated. 

If You Give a Moose a Muffin [OS] ...he'll want kisses to go with it.

✦ ALoversDream

All of Me [OS] (Sam x Plus-Sized!Reader) Request where the reader (even thought she's usually pretty confident) is slightly insecure about her looks, and because she's plus-size. It ends in fluffy weight smut.

✦ BeccabooO1O

Could Have Told You That One, Winchester [OS] Imagine sitting one Sam's lap while you two are researching. She was reading one of the books about mythology for the Winchester's current case when she heard a frustrated groan from across the table. Sam Winchester had his laptop in front of him and various books of lore scattered around it.

✦ @princessmisery666

Samnesia [S] (Sam x OFC) Brooke is a calming distraction from the chaotic mess of Sam’s life. When a hunt keeps them separated for over a month, Sam returns to find she no longer remembers him. The need to find out what happened while he was gone sends Sam on a case that will change the course of his life. What he discovers along the way will change the way he looks at love.

✦ @ohsc

Delicate [OS] Sam being intimate with an inexperienced reader.

**I will keep adding to this list as I read and explore! Please reblog the fics you read and let these amazing authors know what you thought of their work. 💜

I have several more stories favorited on my FF.net account. (Beware if you try to read any of the stories I wrote there though. Some of those are old as hell and not to my current standard. 🤣)

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[sacr1ficialang3l]

Time cast a spell on you˖ ִֶָ𐀔꩜

SAM WINCHESTER X TIME-TRAVELER!READER (meet her!)

SUMMARY: while Sam and Dean are dealing with some monsters, reader can't stop herself from rewinding every time they get hurt. 1.9k

WARNINGS: fem!reader. friends to lovers (not lovers yet). fluff. They are adorable pls.

NOTES: Bambi is here!! and she has a heart of gold. I love her so much, there is so much more I wanna do with her. There is a Life Is Strange reference, whoever recognizes it gets a gold star. English is not my first language! Enjoy<3

You are starting to feel lightheaded already.

You usually knew better than to go back in time too much. It wasn’t only because it exhausted you physically, but because you just hated it. 

No one understood what it was like to have memories no one else remembers. No one else had to live with the memory of that little girl’s face as she ran down the street and stepped over a manhole cover that was not sealed properly, and she fell. No one else had to live with the memory of that puppy as he laid dead on the street after a careless driver ran him over. No one else had to live with the horror, and the pain, and the images burning in the back of their mind every time they closed their eyes.

Because every time, you went back and saved them. You stopped the little girl from stepping over the manhole and you caught the puppy before it went into the street. 

But the worst part, you think, is the conversations. The moments that happened but not really. That last conversation with your friend before you tried to tell her about your powers and had to go back in time after she called you crazy. The sweet words you shared with a waitress before the diner got robbed and you had to rewind to stop it. The sweet looks Sam sent your way before something went wrong and you had to go back.

It was hell, to have memories no one else had. That is why you had your journal, and why you took so many pictures of everything. It helped you remember what was real and what was not. What had actually happened and what you had changed. 

So, you went out of your way to avoid going back. You could ignore awkward moments, missed opportunities, and small mistakes. But one thing you cannot ignore is Sam or Dean getting hurt.

You had found Sam again a few months ago in that small town in Oregon. A few months since you started hunting and traveling around with them, a new case and a new town every week. 

Your excuse? You wanted to learn more about the supernatural to find a way to reverse your curse.

The truth? You had missed Sam so hard it caused you physical pain.

You love to be around him again. To watch him chuckle at your nerdy jokes. To sit next to him, writing in your journal while he reads. To watch indie movies that he pretended to find boring but actually loved. To see him smiling softly at something Dean said and to sneak a little picture of it for your next journal entry.

Because yes, you were hopelessly in love with Sam Winchester.

You had been when you two used to take walks around the Stanford campus, and you still are now as you watch him covered in Vetala blood, fighting for his life.

You really, really are trying not to rewind, but the look on Sam’s face when the Vetala used a broken piece of glass to make a cut on his arm was too much. And when she punched him in the face, making him spit blood. And when her fans were a little too close to his neck for your comfort. And when she so much as reached for a metal rod on the floor. 

Okay, maybe you were being a little dramatic.

But seeing Sam, your sweet, dorky Sam getting hurt was too much for your heart.

And Dean too, with all his cocky jokes and tendency to flirt with anything with cleavage. He was loyal, and caring, and for all his tough exterior, he was sweeter than the pies he loved so much. You couldn’t let him get hurt.

So you rewinded time once, and then again, and again, and again. And then one more time.

You were watching everything happen from the safety of the second floor of the abandoned warehouse the Vetalas were using as a kidnap center, silver dagger gripped tightly in your fist just in case. Everytime something slightly bad happens, you go back and warn the boys with a scream.

“Dean, she’s going to push you down that hole in the floor!”

“Sammy, the brick next to her head!”

“She’s not unconscious, she will try to bite you!”

“No, Dean. The one on your right, dumbass!”

You start to feel lightheaded ten minutes into the fight, and by the time the first Vetala is defeated, your nose is already bleeding. 

It wasn’t unusual for this to happen when you went back one too many times, but it still wasn’t pleasant. Your mouth tasted like metal, and your vision was splotchy and blurry as you rewinded one last time after the last Vetala tried to escape through a broken window.

You warn the brothers about it right before you collapse, back leaning against a rusty old beam as you fall on the floor. You close your eyes and lean your head back, hearing Dean finally kill the last Vetala. You sigh, letting the exhaustion take over your body now that it is over. 

Your head hurt, like it was imploding. Your eyes felt like they were going to explode, and your nose wouldn’t stop bleeding. 

Less than a second later, Sam is screaming your name. 

You blink your eyes open, trying to get rid of the black spots still all around you.

Sam screams your name again, and then there he is, kneeling right in front of you. He had somehow managed to get one or two scratches on his face, but he looked mostly okay. 

“What happened?” He asks immediately, puppy eyes watching as blood kept dripping down your face. “Did something attack you? Are you hurt badly?”

You are too exhausted to talk, so you try shaking your head, which only makes your headache worse. You whine softly, and Sam looks physically pained by the small sound. 

“You know,” Dean intervenes, looking down at you with suspicious eyes. “Vetalas are usually pretty tough, very unpredictable and violent, but you seemed to know exactly each of their next moves.”

You sigh, vision getting less and less blurry. Sam is still looking at you with worry, and you wipe the blood off your mouth before talking.

“I might have… rewinded time once or twice.” You murmur, and Sam’s hand carefully moves to brush a strand of hair out of your face.

“Bambi…” He whispers with reproach. “You know you can’t overexert yourself. We are just figuring out how your powers even work.”

You knew he was right, but you still sigh and look down at your hands, playing with the silver dagger that you were still holding onto. 

“I know.” Your voice is small, your gentle soul still too new to the world of hunting. “But I- I can’t let you two get hurt.”

The brothers stay in silence for a long moment, and you don’t have the courage to look up and see their expressions.

“Oh, sweetheart.” Dean chuckles, but his voice is extra soft. “We’re hunters, we’re gonna get hurt.” You open your mouth to argue, but suddenly Sam is cupping your cheek, and the words die on your tongue.

“If you rewind every time we get hurt, you’ll end up making yourself pass out.” His voice is soft but his eyes are decisive, and you immediately know that arguing would be useless. “We are used to getting hurt, don’t you worry your little head about it.”

That makes something deep in your chest break. 

We are used to getting hurt.

Oh, but they shouldn’t be. Not them, the best people you had even met. Not Sammy. 

You try to hide the ache in your heart and instead simply sigh defeatedly, looking back and forth between Sam and Dean.

“Why don’t we agree that you won’t rewind time unless one of us is literally about to die?” Sam proposes, which makes you let out a low chuckle.

“Which is, what? Five times a week?” That makes both brothers laugh, and it melts the frown out of Sam’s pretty face. Good. 

“Just- promise you won’t keep doing this to yourself, and that you will only go back if strictly necessary.” Sam’s big hand was still cupping your cheek, his calloused fingers brushing against the soft skin of your face. His touch was warm, and soft, and safe. And as if that wasn’t enough to convince you of anything, he also looks at you with those big, hazel puppy eyes. 

“I promise.” You agree, knowing that it was for the best. Sam gives you one of those cute little proud smiles, and the ache on your body fades away.

After a few more minutes, all the black spots on your vision are gone and you don’t feel like your head is going to explode. You quickly get up from the floor, brushing the dust off your pants. 

All three of you walk back to the Impala, Dean and you arguing about some movie you had both watched late at night in the motel while Sam did research. 

“I’m just saying, I wouldn’t fight seven evil exes for some chick.”

“It is not ‘some chick”, Dean. It is Ramona freaking Flowers.”

“You just like chicks with blue hair.”

“Shut up.”

In the backseat of Dean’s baby, your baby was waiting for you. That polaroid camera you had gotten at thirteen and still kept until today. She feels like an extension of you, the only thing that has stayed with you through anything. 

Only when you’re there, sitting in the Impala as Sam and Dean argue about what to have for dinner, do you notice there is still blood in your face. Your nose wasn't actively bleeding anymore, but a small stream of blood had half-dried under it. 

You quickly grab the polaroid and point it towards you, snapping a pic of the lower half of your face. 

“Really?” Sam asks, turning to look at you with amusement after hearing the familiar shutter of your camera. 

“What? It is a good shot.” You shrug, softly shaking the polaroid picture as it develops. 

Sam simply shakes his head, way too used to you taking pictures even in the worst moments. Of your bloody knees that day you fell while roller-skating in the park, of Sam’s ice cream after he accidentally dropped it, of the tear-stained pillow in Sam’s dorm after he had to watch Ordinary People for his psych class and you decided to tag along, and ended up sobbing all throughout the last half of the film.

You look down at the picture once it finishes developing, smiling proudly. Yeah, this was definitely what you were put on earth for. And rewinding time, apparently.

You look up at Sam, who by now turned back around and is now looking forward. As if the photography gods were on your side, it was exactly the golden hour. Warm light washes all over Sam, making his hazel eyes look almost golden and his hair a lighter, softer brown. You carefully point the lens of your camera at him, waiting for the exact moment in which Dean’s voice raises as he makes a joke and Sam’s laugh rumbles around the car to snap a pic.

The sound goes unnoticed by the two brothers, and you quickly put away your camera, carefully placing the pictures inside your journal that you always kept nearby. 

Yes, photography was definitively your calling, and you loved taking pictures of anything. But there was nothing quite as satisfying as capturing the beauty of Sam Winchester, especially when it was for your eyes only.

NOTES: I am still figuring this whole Tumblr thing out, but comment or inbox me if you wanna be on my taglist! (did I do that right?).

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Remember that scenario about a kid with scarlet witch powers that is like a daughter to team free will

Imagine if she found a dog and bring the pet to the bunker. She tries to hid it using her powers, but eventually the boys found out, what would be their reactions?

I LOVE this idea!

Ok so, with her powers she was able to hide it for WEEKS, and she just kinda thinks that she’s gonna keep getting away with it, but then one day the guys come back early from a hunt…

“What is that?” Sam demands.

And she’s totally prepared for this moment—

“What do you mean? He’s been here for weeks.”

“He’s what?!”

And Sam goes completely nuts trying to figure out how she hid it from them…

“There’s no way he’s been here for weeks.” “I was in your room yesterday, he wasn’t there!” “Is it a powers thing?” “What else are you hiding in here?”

…but Dean honestly doesn’t even care.

“What’s his name?” “Tell him he can sleep in my room.” “Did you get him dog food?” “Does he have toys?”

And the girl starts to worry that Dean is totally gonna steal her dog.

Sam pretends to be stern about the dog—

“You gotta be careful with all the weapons around.” “Is he eating right?” “You should’ve told us.”

—but he’s also constantly playing with the dog.

After the guys find out, the girl realizes that she shouldn’t have been worried about the guys kicking the dog out…

…she should’ve been worried about them taking her dog.

The dog however LOVES all the extra attention

[katomicart]

yeah

[samuelsdean]

There Would Be No Us

pairing: sam winchester x reader

summary: demon blood, and the power it granted people, but also the terrible price it exacted. you knew—sam knew firsthand—about it. you wouldn't be here today hunting those sons of bitches if sam wasn't fed that stupid thing all those years ago. sam knew the consequences, and yet. sam, fueled by grief and a desperate needto exact revenge for dean, wasn't immune to its allure.

genre: angst

word count: 1.5k

author's notes: i hope y'all have your tissues ready because this one hurts. that's it.

THE RHYTHMIC PATTER OF RAIN AGAINST THE MOTEL ROOF WAS A FAMILIAR LULL, ONE YOU'D GROWN ACCUSTOMED TO OVER THE PAST FEW MONTHS. But tonight, it felt more like a funeral march. Sat on the threadbare bed, you stared at the chipped paint on the wall, the stillness amplifying the gnawing emptiness in your chest. It had been hours since Sam left, hours filled with the echo of him slamming the motel door shut and the roar of the Impala starting and driving into the rain. You had watched him your concern growing with each passing moment. It had been what? Two? Three months, going on four, passed since Dean had been dragged to Hell, and the toll on Sam was clear.

Another lead, another dead end. You knew the routine by heart now, the crushing disappointment that followed every failed attempt to get revenge for Dean. Tonight, though, the weight felt heavier. It's been months since that fateful night Dean died, and you'd seen the flicker of desperation in Sam's eyes before he left, a desperation that morphed into something colder, harder.

Sam had become increasingly reticent lately, spending more and more time huddled over his phone in hushed conversations with Ruby. Out of all the people—if you could even call her that—Sam chose to trust her over you. You who have been by his side forever. You who have loved him ever since. He’d brushed off your questions about her, your comments, claiming that if anything she knew more about Lilith and hell, more than you ever could. But the way his demeanor shifted whenever he ended those calls, a mixture of guarded hope and grim determination, made you doubt his explanation, made you doubt him.

Today’s lead was different. There was a frantic edge to Sam’s voice when Ruby called, a rawness that had you rushing to the motel window as soon as the Impala’s roar faded into the night. Now, you paced the tiny room, Dean's worn leather jacket slung at the foot of the bed, his scent clinging to it a faint comfort in the harsh silence of the room, a constant reminder of your fruitless search to avenge the older brother. A choked sob escaped your lips, the sound echoing through the empty room.

Where was Sam? What was going on? Could you really trust Ruby? A million questions swirled in your mind, threatening to drown out the faint hope that flitted within you. Your eyes settled on Sam's unmade bed, his blanket unkempt and his pillows askew. But before you could reach for it, to fix it—the man deserved a clean bed to lay down on—the door creaked open, and Sam walked in, his hair dripping from the rain.

Relief washed over you, momentarily erasing the apprehensions that had been churning in your stomach. "Sam!" you exclaimed, rushing to his side. "Did you find something? Anything?" you finally asked, the silence pressing down heavy.

He looked at you, his face etched with weariness, but there was a speck in his eyes that hadn't been there before. A hint of something you couldn't quite define. "Maybe," he said, a tight smile playing on his lips. "We might be closer than we think to killing Lilith."

His words were a ray of light in the darkness, but you couldn't shake off the unease that lingered. As Sam pulled you into a hug, the damp chill of his clothes did little to dispel the coldness that had settled around your heart. There was something more to this story, a secret Sam was keeping from you. And you knew, with a bone-deep certainty, that whatever it was, it had the potential to change everything.

You clung to Sam, desperately trying to ignore the unsettling chill radiating from his body. His embrace felt different, tighter, almost frantic. You pulled back, searching his eyes for answers, for the warmth you used to find there.

"Sam," you started, your voice a modicum of a whisper, "what happened?"

He nodded, avoiding your gaze. "We… I think I might have a lead this time, a good one." He rummaged in his jacket pocket, pulling out the half-empty vial you had just noticed stuffed in his pocket. Your breath caught in your throat.

"What's that?" you managed, your voice trembling.

"It's… something Ruby gave me," he mumbled, his eyes flickering back and forth between you and the vial. "It helps me do things, you know, fight demons." He offered you a strained smile, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"What?" you continued, holding your breath. "What do you mean? Does it work like holy water? I-I don't... I don't understand."

A wave of nausea washed over you. It's not what you think it is—you hoped it wasn't what you think it is.

Demon blood.

Demon blood, and the power it granted people, but also the terrible price it exacted. You knew—Sam knew firsthand—about it. You wouldn't be here today hunting those sons of bitches if Sam wasn't fed that stupid thing all those years ago. Sam knew the consequences, and yet.

Sam, fueled by grief and a desperate need to to exact revenge for Dean, wasn't immune to its allure.

"Sam," you pleaded, your voice heavy with concern. "Are you sure about this? Ruby… I think you should stop this. Stop this madness."

He wavered, then set the vial down with a sigh. "Look, I know you're worried," he said, his voice softening a touch. "But this is the only way. We can't just sit here doing nothing."

"There has to be another way, Sam," you insisted, reaching for his hand. You could feel the tremor in his fingers, a cold confirmation of your suspicions.

"There isn't," he said, his voice hardening. "This is what it takes. I have to avenge Dean, I promise. We just have to…" his voice trailed off, his eyes flicking to the vial again, a flicker of desperation crossing his face.

"Sam," your voice sounded shaky. "Stop this. You're scaring me."

He finally looked up, his eyes resolute. "I need to do this. I can't just sit here."

"And you think demon blood is the answer?" Your anger flared, hot and sharp. You knew the stories, the dangers. He knew himself and both of you knew Dean wouldn't want this.

"It helps," he muttered, his voice flat. "It keeps me focused, keeps me going. It makes me strong"

You knew that wasn't entirely true. You'd seen the way his eyes gleamed after he was with Ruby, a feverish energy replacing his usual stoicism. You'd seen the way he flinched from touch, the dark circles under his eyes deepening. It was more than focus, it was dependence.

Anger turned to a deep well of sorrow. You loved Sam, a life tangled with his amidst the chaos of their hunter's life. Now, that love felt choked by his descent into this dangerous territory.

"Sam, if we lose you too…" your voice cracked. You reached for his hand, but he pulled away, his eyes filled with a cold, angered flicker you didn't recognize.

"You won't," he said, his voice infused with a dangerous power. "We can't give up on this. Not now, not ever."

The venom in his voice sent a shiver down your spine. "Isn't this giving up?" you challenged, your voice barely a whisper. "You're literally taking something from the monsters you've been fighting your whole life! To do what? Fight them? You're sacrificing yourself on a gamble!"

He looked away, jaw hardening, staring daggers at the wall behind you.

"Have I ever given up on you, Sam?" You broke down.

He shook his head, but wouldn't meet your gaze.

"No, never," you pressed on, sniffling. "Then don't force me to do it now. Don't make me watch you do this."

The silence that followed was heavy with a finality neither of you wanted to acknowledge. You reached for him again, but this time, he didn't flinch. His hand was cold and foreign in yours, devoid of the warmth you used to know. His eyes, once filled with love and pain, were now blank and unfriendly.

"We'll find Dean," he said, his voice cold and devoid of emotion. "But it won't be us."

A single tear escaped your eye, tracing a warm path down your cheek. You nodded slowly, stunned at how easy it was for the man you loved to choose someone else, to choose Ruby—demon blood—over you.

You watched as Sam grabbed the vial, a chilling smile dancing on his lips. As he tipped back his head, the love you held for him turned to a hollow ache. You were losing him, piece by agonizing piece, to the very thing both of you hunted on almost a daily basis.

There would be no fight for Dean together.

There would be no us.

You were left alone, a solitary figure in the flickering motel room, the only witness to the anomaly Sam was becoming.

[myceliumsunshine]

Femininomenon - Sam Winchester

Series Master List

Sick of online love? Sam Winchester has the cure. or what we really need is a femininomenon

You frowned at the food you pushed around your plate. Sam had made your favourite pasta, but you couldn’t concentrate on eating at the moment. Your phone, which was on the table beside your plate, held your attention.

It had been a week. Mark, the man you had been chatting with over the internet, he hadn’t messaged you in a week. The last thing you had sent him before he went MIA? ‘Let’s get coffee :)’

You had scared him away. You always seemed to scare your lovers off. It was starting to hurt more than a sting. You always wondered if it was you that was the problem, or if it was just your choice in men.

You grabbed the phone, checking it again.

“Hey!” You said when Sam snatched the phone out of your hands. “Give that back!”

“What’s so important that you can’t keep your eyes off of your phone?” 

“Sam!” You snapped, reaching for your phone. “Give it back!”

“You’re on a dating app? Since when?” Sam scrolled through your phone as he spoke. Dean snorted at the thought, shovelling the pasta into his mouth and watching the show.

“You, shut up,” You pointed at Dean, who made a face, but looked down into his pasta nonetheless. “And you, give my phone back.”

Sam ignored you, continuing to scroll through your private messages. He made various faces as he clicked through each of your potential suitors, some considerate, some disgusted. “Why are there so many dick pics?”

You rolled your eyes. “Comes with the territory. Give me my phone back.”

“What territory? Being a woman?” You nodded, holding out a hand for your phone with an expectant look on your face. “Who’s Mark?”

“Did he message?” Your eyes widened, reaching for your phone, but Sam held it out of your reach.

“No. Why? Are you expecting him to?”

You scowled at him. “Give me my phone back Sam.”

“You asked this guy to meet up with you?” Sam’s eyes widened. “And he hasn’t responded in a week? Why do you think he’ll respond now? It’s been a week.”

You sighed. “You’re right. I just… I’m so sick of online love. I’m sick of sending men pictures and playlists and my heart and my soul, and getting nothing in return. But we don’t stay in the same place long enough for me to make an actual connection with someone. So I’m stuck lying to my friends about how he’s such a goddamn good lover.”

Sam hands back over your phone, thinking about it.

“I should have listened to my friends anyway, they told me that he has a girlfriend.” You muttered, sitting back down at the motel table. You picked up your fork, stabbing your pasta aggressively and putting it into your mouth. You make an appreciative noise. “Good. Thanks Sam.”

“You know what you need?”

“A guy that actually frigging cares about me? Yeah. But does it happen? No.” You scoff, taking another bite of your pasta. Dean raises his beer to that, taking a sip.

“I care about you.” Sam says, causing you to choke on your food and Dean to spit out his drink all over you.

“Oh my god! Dean!” You shout angrily, dripping with sticky beer. You glare at him as you angrily stomp off to the bathroom.

“Dude.” Sam glares at Dean.

“I just never thought you’d admit it!” Dean said defensively, raising his hands in a placating gesture.

“Dude.” Sam’s glare deepens.

You come back out of the bathroom, sporting only the singlet you usually wear underneath your clothes. You plop back down at the table, grumbling to yourself as you start eating again. You pause, fork halfway to your mouth as you remember why exactly Dean had done a spit take.

“You care about me?” You turn to Sam, ‘are you messing with me?’ written all over your face.

“I care about you.” Sam confirms.

“Like, more than friends?”

“More than friends.” He confirms again.

You blink at the idea, but then your gaze turns shy. “I care about you too.”

You pull Sam into a sweet kiss, leaning your forehead on his and staring into each other’s eyes when you pull away.

“Holy Crapola, finally!” Dean shouts, ruining the moment completely.

“You’re on thin frigging ice, Dean.” You warn him without pulling away from Sam. Sam chuckles as Dean blanches in the corner of his eyeline, pressing another short kiss to your lips.

“Yes ma’am. Sorry.”

“That’s right.”

[spnbabe67]

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Welcome to my Kinktober 2024 Masterlist.

Day One: Road Head (Dean Winchester)

Day Two: Rough Sex (Jake Seresin)

Day Three: Make Up Sex (Dean Winchester)(JVB)

Day Four: Friends to Lovers (Tyler Owens)

Day Five: Marking (Jake Seresin)

Day Six: Knife Play (Demon Dean)

Day Seven: Pool Sex (Tyler Owens)

Day Eight: Strip Tease (Billy Butcher)

Day Nine: (Semi) Public Sex (Jake Seresin)

Day Ten: Nude Photography (Dean Winchester)

Day Eleven: Caught Masturbating (Jake Seresin)

Day Twelve: Quickie (Dean Winchester)

Day Thirteen: Morning Sex (Tyler Owens)

Day Fourteen: Shower Sex (Billy Butcher)

Day Fifteen: Phone Sex (Dean Winchester)

Day Sixteen: Cunnilingus (Jake Seresin)

Day Seventeen: High/Drunk Sex (Tyler Owens)

Day Eighteen: Fluffy Sex (Dean Winchester)

Day Nineteen: Car Sex (Tyler Owens)

Day Twenty: Uniform Kink (Solider Boy)(AFGB)

Day Twenty-One: Body Worship (Dean Winchester); Multiple Orgasms (AFGB)

Day Twenty-Two: Possessive Sex (Jake Seresin)

Day Twenty-Three: Tattoo Kink (Dean Winchester)(AFGB)

Day Twenty-Four: Cowboy Hat Rule (Tyler Owens)

Day Twenty-Five: Power Exchange (Dean Winchester)(AFGB)

Day Twenty-Six: Dacryphilia (Soldier Boy)

Day Twenty-Seven: Face Sitting (Billy Butcher)

Day Twenty-Eight: Mile High Club (Soldier Boy)

Day Twenty-Nine: Cockwarming (Dean Winchester)

Day Thirty: Against The Wall (Billy Butcher)

(This ended up being 231 pages long, 12pt. font, double-spaced)

Day Thirty-One: Mask Kink (Dean Winchester)

[rubyvhs]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ lailawinchesterr’s masterlists !

supernatural

✧ dean winchester

✧ sam winchester

✧ castiel novak

walker

✧ cordell walker

events masterlists

✧ 500 celebration

more !

> supernatural moodboards

> social media au

[littlesoulshine]

introducing weirdgirl!reader

''upside down boy, you turn me inside out and 'round and 'round''  — sammy's bug loves vintage movies, especially the kind where everything is soft focus and sepia-toned <3. she can spend hours curled up on the couch, sipping a milkshake, and watching old classics. she’s obsessed with anything vintage, whether it’s clothes, books, or even little trinkets she picks up on her travels. bug's a big fan of handwritten notes and love letters, always keeping a stash of cute stationery around. she’s also a sucker for the quirky little things in life, like collecting old postcards or making playlists for random moments. oh, and don’t even get her started on her love for fairytales—she sees them in everything, from the way the light hits a room to how sam looks at her when he’s not paying attention. she’s a total romantic at heart, and it’s impossible to miss :)

fun fact: her nickname is bug, because whenever sam is with her, a ladybug always lands on her head :)

tags: @soldiersgirl @iloveeveryoneyoureamazing @legalmente-loca @bluemerakis @whisperingdaze @cherrygirlfriend @figthoughts @sunsbaby @ambiguous-avery @bocadelinfierno @sunnyteume

[wendichester]

request for kissing sammy for a prolonged period of time that your glasses get all foggy and crooked and he fixes them for you and wipes the lenses tenderly before kissing you some more… sigh. my mind is just full.

∘˙○˚.•꒰ ⎚-⎚ ꒱ misty kisses,

summary. nothing stops sam from kissing you. and he's just adorable

pairing. sam winchester x reader

wordcount. 361

notes. absolutely in love with this request. such a soft and loving moment. ugh ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Sam’s lips meet yours, soft and warm, stealing your breath with each kiss. It starts slow, tender, but quickly deepens into something that makes your knees weak. His large hands cradle your face, thumbs brushing over your cheeks like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

You’re vaguely aware of your glasses slipping down your nose, the lenses fogging with every heated breath. But it’s hard to care when Sam is kissing you like this—like you’re his only reason for being.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. The heat of his body seeps into yours, and the rest of the world fades away. His kisses are slow but consuming, the kind that makes your heart race and time stretch endlessly.

When you finally part for air, Sam chuckles softly, his forehead resting against yours. “Your glasses,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing.

You blink up at him, dazed, and he gently pushes them back into place, though they’re hopelessly crooked. His smile is soft as he takes them off entirely, holding them delicately. “Can’t have you walking around like this.”

Sam pulls a corner of his flannel shirt up and carefully wipes the lenses. His hands are so gentle, his movements precise. When he’s satisfied, he slips them back onto your face, adjusting them until they sit just right.

“There,” he says with a grin, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Perfect.”

“Thanks,” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.

Sam leans in again, his lips brushing against yours. “You’re adorable, you know that?”

He doesn't give you time to respond, capturing your lips once more. This kiss is softer, slower as if he’s savoring every second. His hands slide down to your waist, pulling you closer until you’re completely lost in him again.

When he finally pulls back, his hazel eyes are warm. He brushes his thumb over your cheek, his touch leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

“Glasses okay?” he asks, a playful lilt to his voice.

You nod, grinning. “Much better now,”

“Good,” he says, pressing one last lingering kiss to your forehead. “Now, where were we?”

want be part of the taglist.ᐣ ⋆.˚ ★— @iloveeveryoneyoureamazing ⋆ @deans-daydream ⋆ @ariasong11 ⋆ @ambiguous-avery ⋆ @itsdearapril ⋆ @whereiwakewarm ⋆ @nymphet-quenn ⋆ @bluemerakis ⋆ @titsout4jackles ⋆ @hauntedrose555 ⋆ @chevroletdean ⋆ @dulcescorderitas ⋆ @blackmarketfruitrollups ⋆ @impala67rollingthroughtown ⋆ @nervoussystemss ⋆ @daryls-luvrr ⋆ @defnot-svnshine ⋆ @sunnyteume

[zepskies]

Hey Zepskies!

So I just wanted to ask if you could tell your most fav fav fics for Supernatural.

I’m pretty sure I’ve read all your fics and they are just 🥹🥹SO GOOD!!❤️❤️

But I need more.. so if you could pls pls help me out here🥰

Thanks!!

Oh my goodness, what a great question!!

(And thank you, my lovely. I'm so glad you enjoy my writing. 🥰🥰)

I've actually been doing a lot of reading lately, despite also writing up a storm, working on Smoke Eater.

Here are some of my favorites! They will span Tumblr, Ao3, and FF.net, as I did a lot of my early reading/writing on other platforms.

Now, in no particular order...

Keep in mind, I probably like several fics from each of these authors, but I'm featuring one or two that I very much enjoyed.

**[Minors beware, I'm recommending a lot of 18+ only content here!]

Dean Winchester x Reader or OC:

Stories are Dean x Reader unless noted OC.

Hold On I'm Coming - @ravengirl94

Clear the Area - Alisha Ashton (Excellent 4-part series!)

Unspoken - @thatonewriter15

The Girlfriend Who Remade Christmas - @deanwinchesterswitch

Twenty Minutes or Less - @iprobablyshipit91

Magical Blooms

The First Time Series - @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

The Dangers of Hope

It's All For You

Things Learned and Unlearned

Remind Me - @justagirlinafandomworld

Delicate

The Fallout

Feral - @jawritter

Here For You - @marvelfanfn2187a113

Collared - @spnexploration

Old Man - @kaleldobrev

Creature of the Night - @waynes-multiverse

Headcanon: Valentine's Day

Headcanon: Gettin’ Down and Dirty with Dean

Friends with Benefits - @deanwritings

Safe - @waywardxwords

Carry On - @acreativelydifferentlove

You're Home

Helping Hand - @deanwanddamons

Love Language - @mind-empty-just-fictional-people | @jacklesbrainworms

It Ain't About Pity - @ejlovespie

More to Love - kittenofdoomage

Never Spoken, Always Said

The Widow - @pink-sparkly-witch

Say I'm Beautiful - Lindsey D. Perez

While They Dance On A Pin (Jane Series 5) - shirleypositive72 (Dean x OC)

She's My Cherry Pie - BeccabooO1O

Feral - @luci-in-trenchcoats

Headcanon: How They Meet Their Plus Size Girlfriend

Witches - @waywardxwords

Wild Flower - @deanbrainrotwritings

Take a Shot - @rizlowwritessortof

Late Night Show

Lost in You

That’s How It Should Be (Sheriff!Dean)

Girls, Girls, Girls - @spnbabe67 (Dean x OC)

NSFT Alphabet [Dean Winchester] - @chevroletdean

Masturbation [Dean Winchester]

Roots in My Dreamland - @pamwritessometimes

A Simple Kinda Man - @impala-dreamer

Like Heaven (Dean x Curvy!Reader)

Sexual Encounters with Dean Winchester - Edging - @supernotnatural2005

Happy Accidents (Dean x Plus-Size!Reader)

When He Slides In - @ambiguous-avery

Dean Winchester x Lisa Braeden:

Damages - adventuresinposting

One Step at a Time - FaithDaria

A Dad By Any Other Name - bloodmagik

Sam Winchester x Reader or OC:

Stories are Sam x Reader unless noted OC.

While You Were Sleeping - Avrilando (Sam x OC)

With The Eyes of a Loving Man - Avrilando (Sequel to While You Were Sleeping)

It's Your Birthday - Lindsey D. Perez

If You Give a Moose a Muffin - Lindsey D. Perez

All of Me - ALoversDream

Could Have Told You That One, Winchester - BeccabooO1O

Samnesia - @princessmisery666

Delicate - @ohsc

I'm sure there are many, many more, but here's a starter list for you of my favorite people! 💕

I have several more stories favorited on my FF.net account. (Beware if you try to read any of the stories I wrote there though. Some of those are old as hell and not to my current standard. 🤣)

[sacr1ficialang3l]

Introducing… time-traveler!reader˖ ִֶָ𐀔꩜

꩜⊹ ࣪ ˖ Bambi was given her nickname by Sam because every time they hung out, a deer would find her way to her.

꩜⊹ ࣪ ˖ Bambi met Sam while he was in Stanford. She attended a prestigious photography institute nearby, and when they coincided at the same coffee shop at the same hour for the fifth day straight, they started to talk.

꩜⊹ ࣪ ˖ Bambi and Sam became close friends, constantly hanging out at parks, coffee shops, and libraries. They bonded over mythology and historical fun facts, their shared love for the outdoors, and the fact that they were both little nerds.

꩜⊹ ࣪ ˖ Bambi disappears one day without saying a word, and even though Sam was a little heartbroken, it was only a few weeks later that he met Jess. Still, he never forgot about the girl with the fawn eyes and her Polaroid camera.

꩜⊹ ࣪ ˖ Bambi finally finds Sam again while he and his brother were working a case in some small town in Oregon. Sam finds out that, at some point in all the years they haven’t seen each other, Bambi was cursed.

꩜⊹ ࣪ ˖ Bambi could turn back time by only raising her hand. This might seem useful, but every time she does it, it debilitates her. She gets constant nosebleeds after too many tries and she passes out more than once.

꩜⊹ ࣪ ˖ Bambi joins Sam and Dean as a hunter, happy to learn more about the supernatural and her superpower. (she also missed Sam more than anything else, but she doesn’t say that).

꩜⊹ ࣪ ˖ Bambi doesn’t know exactly how to feel about Dean at first, but as soon as she sees his cassette tape collection, she decides that he’s good. They bond over music and films, and Sam simply watches from the passenger seat, heart just so full to see his brother and his Bambi getting close.

꩜⊹ ࣪ ˖ Bambi has a journal in which she writes about everything that happens in her life. It is full of doodles, mementos, and her polaroid pictures. She has photos of every small town dinner, every forest or deserted road or lake they visit. (she also has many, many pictures of Sam, but no one has to know)

꩜⊹ ࣪ ˖ Bambi only wears wooly sweaters, jean shorts and vintage shirts. Earthy tones are always present in her outfits, along with anything artsy. She wears crystal necklaces, beaded bracelets, dangly earrings and multiple rings. And let’s not forget about her old, worn-out converse she refuses to let go of.

꩜⊹ ࣪ ˖ Bambi's Polaroid camera is her most precious possession. It is found hanging around her neck any second that they aren't actively fighting.

꩜⊹ ࣪ ˖ Bambi loves to curl up in a blanket and watch films while sipping on a latte or coffee. She stares up at the screen with her big, watercolor eyes, the colorful lights of the movie dancing across her face. (Sam observed her attentively as she teared up while watching Dead Poets Society for the hundredth time. He had to resist the urge to pull her into his arms and never let her go).

꩜⊹ ࣪ ˖ Bambi prefers doing research than fighting, but she always sticks around in battle in case her powers are needed.

꩜⊹ ࣪ ˖ Bambi is forced by Sam and Dean not to turn back time unless it was strictly necessary after she kept going back every time they got so much as a scratch and ended up getting a nosebleed.

꩜⊹ ࣪ ˖ Bambi drags Sam to vintage stores and forces him to pose for her pictures. 

꩜⊹ ࣪ ˖ Bambi wears her heart on her sleeve, and she is hopelessly in love with Sammy (as she loves to call him after she heard Dean use it, doesn’t matter how much Sam complains).

꩜⊹ ࣪ ˖ Bambi will never make the first move, though. She will simply stare at him like he hung the moon and the stars. She will take candid pictures of him, gift him little trinkets and knicknacks, make him mixtapes, leave coffee ready for him every morning, and she will risk her life overusing her powers just to keep Sam safe. But she will never confess.

꩜⊹ ࣪ ˖ Bambi will get tears in her eyes as she patches Sam up after a hunt, but she will stay calm and composed. She lets Sam, who is so used to being always collected, finally break down and lean on someone else. 

꩜⊹ ࣪ ˖ Bambi is the only person Sam lets see him cry. She cradles him close and holds him as he finally lets go. 

“You’re okay, Sammy. I got you. Forever.”

꩜⊹ ࣪ ˖ Bambi will be Sam’s partner in crime, as long as he is her partner in time.

she gets in trouble!

NOTES: I have so many ideas for Bambi! She is heavily (if not almost completely) inspired by Max Caulfield from the video game Life Is Strange. Her story will have nothing to do with the game, but time-travel!reader was just too interesting. Hope you love her as much as I do!

[pistachiozombie]

Insanely stoked to do a Supernatural comm1ssion and draw my favorite nerd Sammy and @eunoiaastralwings's oc ♥

[laurie-stark]

Only A Moment

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Summary: Another hunt goes wrong, but this time it leads to some...unconventional release of anger.

Warnings: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI

Pairings: Sam Winchester x OC

A/N: you guys on tumblr deserved this too

Once again, the drive back to the motel was silent. A knife could slice right through the tension in the air, and Kath was tempted to try. Bobby had sent them on another demon goose chase, this time in Minnesota. They made it out without a scratch, but only barely. The demon was stronger than average and possessed the body of a little girl. And demon or not, no one wants to hurt a little girl. To Sam and Kath, the answer was obvious. Sam could trick shot the demon back to hell in less than five minutes and they would all be on their merry way. Dean said no. After an hour of back and forth between the boys, Sam decided he was old enough to stop listening to his big brother. The little girl was returned home to her parents before the night was over. And the night was far from over. 

Kath bit her lip in the backseat of Baby the car. She glanced nervously between the two brothers. Dean was stiff as he drove, going well above the speed limit. Sam had his head leaning against the window. It was not often that Kath disagreed with Dean. For most of their lives together she’d follow him blindly. It was second nature. But Sam’s addiction was something they could not find a middle ground on. Dean didn't understand. He was human after all. He didn’t have a disease coursing through his veins. He wasn’t created as the product of all things good and evil. He did not understand. 

The moment Dean pulled into the parking lot, he unleashed weather greater than God on his baby brother. Kath sighed and ran a hand over her face. This was not helping. At this point in their journey, Sam was not in the mood to be chastised. He had saved them, saved everyone. Dean should be grateful. Sam got out of the car while Dean was mid-sentence, slamming the door on his way into the motel room. 

Dean had about a million rules when it came to Baby, and slamming her car doors was a felony. Kath inhaled sharply, not because the sound of the door scared her, but because she could literally see Dean’s face turning a bright shade of red. If she squinted she could see steam coming out of his ears. 

“That little shit!” Dean said, gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles. He moved to get out of the car but Kath stopped him.

“Dean stop,” she said, putting a hand on his arm. “You know as well as I do that we were trapped. If Sam hadn’t done what he did then we’d all be as good as dead.” 

Dean was not listening. “That’s not saying much since Sammy’s already halfway gone to hell.” The sentence stung Kath and it wasn’t even aimed at her. To anyone else, the idea of going to hell was a passing thought. Coming from Dean though, Kath couldn’t believe he’d say something like that. Not after the thirty years Dean endured. For Sam, she might add. Kath opened her mouth to respond but nothing came out. And Dean was already halfway into the motel room. 

Kath entered the musty motel room to the brothers having a catfight. They were shouting so loudly that Kath couldn’t make out what was being said. She almost got trampled by Dean as she walked through the doorway. He pushed past her, got into his car, and drove off into the night. It all happened so fast that Kath got dizzy. She got a grip on her footing and gently closed the motel door, locking it with a click. Sam was pacing across the floor with his hands in his hair. 

“Don’t let him get to you Sammy, he doesn’t get it,” Kath said. She took a few steps towards him so he would stop pacing. It always made her nervous. Sam stopped in his tracks. His hands dropped to his side and he stared at her blankly. 

“Can you shut up?”

Kath’s jaw dropped. In all their years of bickering and pissing one another off, he had never once told her to shut up. In fact, Sam told her on numerous occasions how much he valued her opinions. She was shocked. 

“Well fuck me for trying to be helpful!” Kath threw her hands up in defeat. “You are such an asshole, you know that?” 

“You’d like that wouldn’t you,” Sam muttered under his breath, ignoring Kath’s asshole comment. 

“What?” Kath asked, not hearing what Sam said.

“I said you’re full of shit,” Sam responded. “You think you know me? You think you understand what I am? You have no idea what it’s like to be…to be this.” Sam gestured to himself. “I’m poisonous Kath.” 

“Do I need to remind you that you’re not the only one who learned life-changing information? There is no part of me that’s human! I have been a walking vessel from the moment I was born Sam. So fuck you for saying I don’t understand.” 

The vein in Sam’s forehead was beginning to grow, which meant Kath was really getting under his skin. Normally she wouldn’t dig herself any deeper, but he was rude to her when she just wanted him to know she cared. He had it coming. 

“At least I can say I’ve got some good in me. You’re closer to evil than I’ll ever be.” 

Sam closed his hands into fists. He brought one up to his mouth to bite his tongue. Although his stature would never show it, Kath’s statement hurt Sam down to his core. It was in his nature to be evil and he fought against it in his every waking moment. 

Kath stared at Sam through furrowed brows. She waited for him to respond, to retort with a snarky comment about how she was acting like a brat or a princess or one of the other thousand remarks he’d made before. His silence scared her. His posture was furious, but his eyes were hurt. She knew she had taken it too far. 

“Look,” Kath started. “I’m sorry. We’re both exhausted. Let’s just forget about it.” She didn’t wait for a response. Kath stepped past him to go take a much-needed shower. With one wrong footstep, she accidentally pushed her shoulder against his. The impact made Sam stumble sideways. She hadn’t meant to push him, but he didn’t know that. He was fed up with her and the way she made him feel. Like he was worth something and worthless all at once. 

Without thinking Sam grabbed hold of Kath’s right arm tightly. He pulled her towards him, her back flush against his chest. He felt her inhale sharply. He leaned his head down to the space between her chin and her shoulder. Kath could feel his warm breath tickling her neck. 

“What are you doing?” Kath asked, trying to wriggle out of his grip. Truthfully, Sam didn’t know what he was doing. All he knew was that he was angry and she was there. And from the way her hips pressed back against him, he could tell she wanted something as much as he did. Sam loosened his grip as Kath twisted her neck to look up at him. Kath’s eyes were wide with confusion, Sam’s looked at her with desire. Their lips were dangerously close to one another. Something in the air snapped and it was unclear who made the first move. But the next thing Kath knew, she was kissing Sam with force she didn’t know she was capable of. 

Sam’s hands were all over Kath’s body, turning her so that she was facing him completely. He brought a hand up to cup her chin, tilting it upward so he could get more access to her mouth. All of Kath’s better judgment had flown out the window. She let Sam devour her, tongues clashing and hands flying. The kiss took all the air out of her lungs. Sam leaned back to let them both take a breath before leaning down to kiss her once again. Clarity washed over Kath as she inhaled and suddenly she was very aware of what was going on. She pushed both hands against his chest, putting some much-needed space between their bodies. 

Sam and Kath stood on opposite ends of the motel room. The light above them flickered in time with their laboured breaths. What the hell was that? Kath was unsure, but deep down she liked it. Something inside her burned and ached for more. She stood a little taller, shoulders back a little straighter. Her mind was clear this time and she took one long stride towards Sam. In one fluid moment, she pulled his head down to hers and their lips met again. This time, it was Kath who enveloped Sam in an embrace. The sudden movements made Sam stumble backward until his back hit the wall behind him. He braced his weight against it, letting it hold him up so he could focus his strength on kissing Kath. Neither one of them knew where all this passion was coming from, but they weren’t exactly eager to stop it. Sam groaned into Kath’s mouth as her fingers tangled in his soft hair, tugging ever so slightly. Kath smirked inwardly at that, making a mental note to do that again later. 

Sam’s hands were erratic, travelling from the nape of Kath’s neck down to her waist. He wanted to explore every inch of her. The tips of his fingers made their way underneath her tank top. She gasped at the contact and pressed her body closer to his. She could feel his heart racing underneath his shirt. She wanted, no she needed to feel him. She had never done anything like this before. Sure there was the odd townsboy she’d meet on a hunt, but she had never done anything more than kiss them. She had no idea what she was doing, but at the same time, it felt natural. Kath broke the kiss hastily and started to tug on the hem of Sam’s shirt, signalling that she wanted it gone. Sam slowly placed his hands on top of hers, stopping her. She looked at him confused. Wasn’t this the natural next step? 

“Do you want this?” Sam’s voice was low against her neck. Kath nodded. “I need to hear you say it, Kath.” In all that she knew about sex, she wasn’t aware there was supposed to be talking. Could Sam not feel how badly she wanted this? 

“Please,” Kath said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sam pulled back in surprise. “Please?” He echoed, almost mocking her. A dark smirk fell across his face and he tilted his head sideways. “I can work with that.” 

Sam’s hands grip Kath’s hips tightly and he walks her backwards towards the motel bed. She almost trips over it, landing flat on her ass with Sam towering over her. She is reminded of the last time they were alone in a motel room together like this. She’d wanted him then too. Now she could have him. 

Sam gestured for Kath to move up the bed and she complied. He was impressively large above her. He began to crawl towards her, leaving a trail of kisses up her body as he went. When he reached her mouth he paused and took her in. Kath looked different below him. Fragile, but not breakable. He took her mouth once again, this time bringing his knee between her legs as he did. Kath moaned into the kiss as Sam’s body contacted the place where she was most sensitive. Her body had a mind of its own. She ground her hips against Sam’s thigh. Sam felt his chest seize as she did. He kissed her deeply, then began making his way back down her neck, sucking on the sensitive points. He knew he would leave marks in the morning but right now he did not care. 

Kath was making the most beautiful breathy noises Sam had ever heard. He’d give anything to get her to continue making them. Shirts went flying and Sam’s mouth travelled back down the way he came and eventually, he slid off the bed onto his knees. Kath propped herself onto her elbows to get a better angle of him. Her breath caught in her throat when Sam took hold of her hips and dragged her toward the end of the bed. She let out a small yelp. Sam chuckled. 

“What are you doing?” Kath asked for the second time that night. It occurred to her then that they had no idea when Dean might come back. Sam’s hands ran the length of her legs and the thought left her mind. All of her thoughts, actually. Sam slowly began to unbutton Kath’s jeans. Her heartbeat doubled. As if he could sense it, and maybe he could, Sam stopped. 

“Is this okay?” He looked up at her with his puppy dog eyes. She smiled down at him. 

“Yeah,” she breathed. Sam continued to unbutton her pants, taking an excruciatingly long time. Kath fought the urge to whine at him to hurry up. Once Sam had undone the final button, he tugged at the hem of her jeans. 

“Lift.” It wasn’t a question. Kath lifted her hips and to her surprise Sam pulled her pants and underwear off all at once, leaving her completely exposed to him. The sight of Kath’s naked body made Sam’s mouth water. He stayed motionless by the edge of the bed for some time, just taking her in. She was beautiful. Kath felt herself grow a little embarrassed just laying like a pig on a platter. She sat up and scooted towards Sam, pulling him closer to her. He nestled between her legs while her arms linked around his neck. She took the opportunity to study his face. Loose brown curls fell around his face, and she was playing with the ones at the nape of his neck. Kath took to examining his face with her hands, tracing his eyebrows down to his nose and over the one freckle on Sam’s cheek. 

“What are you doing,” Sam asked in a mocking tone. He gave her a smile that let her know he was kidding around. 

“Just looking,” Kath shrugged. 

Sam ran his hands up Kath’s sides and over her shoulders. “You nervous?” 

“A little,” Kath said, breaking eye contact. “It’s just been a while.”

“Have you never…?” 

“Not never, just not…everything.” 

Sam’s demeanor changed completely. His hands dropped from Kath’s shoulders and he pulled away from her. 

“Oh my God, we can’t, I can’t be your first time.” Sam stuttered over his words. 

“Sam, I don’t care about that,” Kath said. 

Sam started pacing again. “I mean, how have you never? Not once?” 

“When would I have had the time to check this off my bucket list?” Kath asked. “I’ve been hunting  for half of my life, sex isn’t really on the table.” 

Sam stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Kath, who was still naked on the bed. 

“Then how the hell did you learn to kiss like that?” He asked with both hands on his hips. The question caught Kath completely off guard. She started to giggle, which then turned into full belly laughs. Sam let his guard down and laughed with her. When they had both settled down, Kath rose to her feet.

“We don’t have time to care about romances Sammy. The most I’ve ever hoped about my first time is that it’s with someone I trust.” 

“You mean that?” Sam asked after heaving a sigh. 

“Do you think I’d be standing buck-ass naked in front of you if I didn’t?” 

That was an answer enough for Sam. Without another word, he bent down to pick Kath up by her thighs. She yelped as her feet left the ground and she was tossed haphazardly back onto the bed. Another laugh escaped her when she bounced. 

Sam was quick to bring the moment back. He kissed her fiercely, framing her head with one hand and running the other along her bare thigh. With each stroke, he made sure to inch closer and closer to where he wanted to touch Kath the most. He could feel her growing impatient below him and relished in the power. Kath stopped kissing him and finally let out the whine she had been holding in.

“What’s wrong?” Sam asked innocently. Kath only frowned in response. Sam gave her thigh a tight squeeze which caused Kath’s breath to hitch. “Tell me what you want from me.”

“Touch me, Sam.” 

Sam needed no further instructions. He gingerly moved the hand on Kath’s thigh to the depths between her legs. He didn’t have to look to know how wet she’d become for him, but God did he want to. Sam quickly positioned the two of them so he was sitting against the headboard and Kath’s back was against his chest. She was almost sweating from the anticipation. She let out the sweetest sounds when Sam’s fingers finally found her. He started off with a gentle circular motion over Kath’s clit. The sensation was sending waves of pleasure throughout her entire body. Kath sighed and let her head fall back against Sam’s shoulder. Sam brushed the hair out of her face with his free hand. He continued to work Kath into a tizzy and eventually slipped a finger inside. Kath had experienced this before with other men, but those moments did not come close to this. She felt like she was a fire and Sam was the fan that kept her burning. 

Sam coaxed another finger into Kath’s entrance. She moaned excessively as he curled his fingers inside her, brushing them against that sweet spot. 

“You feel that angel?” Sam said into Kath’s ear. 

“Mhm!” That was all Kath could get out. 

“No one’s ever made you feel this good have they?” Sam grinned as Kath shook her head furiously. “And to think that I’m the one who gets to take you, you must be really desperate.” 

Kath’s moans were getting higher and more frequent. Sam felt her core pulsing against his fingers. The tightness in his pants grew. Even in her state of bliss, Kath still had the ability to push her body against Sam’s for the sole purpose of getting him harder. The groan Sam let out was reward enough. In retaliation, Sam continued pumping his fingers in and out and watched Kath get closer to her edge. Just as she was about to fall over it, Sam removed his fingers from her. The loss of sensation left her feeling empty - and entirely unsatisfied. 

“What the hell?” Kath whipped her head back to look at Sam.

“You really thought I wasn’t going to take my time with you?” Sam gloated. He brought the fingers that were just inside Kath up to her mouth, tapping on her lips gently. 

“Open,” Sam commanded. Kath did as she was told and Sam filled her mouth. She took his fingers perfectly. “Atta girl, you see how good you taste? I want a piece of that.” 

Kath’s eyes widened at the thought of Sam being…down there. That was further than she’d ever gone before. 

Sam manhandled Kath into his lap and she straddled him easily. She bent down to kiss him and Sam could taste her on his lips. The desire to have her almost made him dizzy. He pulled away and cupped her face with both hands, looking at her with pleading eyes. 

“Kath please,” he begged. “Please let me taste you.” 

Kath blushed. “Well if you want to that badly,” she said. 

“You have no idea.”

Before she knew it, they were right back where they had started, with Kath lying on the edge of the bed and Sam kneeling before her. The temptation to eat her out for hours was strong, but the urge to make Kath squirm was stronger. Sam began to place small kisses along Kath’s inner thighs while his fingers lazily danced through her folds. She was a whimpering mess. Kath’s hand found Sam’s hair and she started pulling desperately on it so that he would do something. 

“You have no patience, you know that?” 

“Sam, please!” 

“Please what?”

“Touch me!”

“I thought I already am,” Sam smirked. 

“I could touch you here.” He pressed the pad of his thumb against her clit. 

“Or maybe I could touch you here.” His finger traced the outline of her entrance. Kath was moaning loud enough to wake the entire motel. 

“Or maybe…I could do this.” 

Kath’s vision went white. Sam pushed two fingers back into her while pressing his mouth to her clit simultaneously. She cried out and her hands flew down to his hair. She was tugging on it as though she needed to for dear life. Sam groaned against her and the vibrations sent a shiver up her spine. Sam matched the pace of his fingers to that of his tongue and brought Kath closer and closer to her edge in waves. 

“Oh my God!” Kath exclaimed. “I think-” 

Her words were cut off by her moans. The final wave finally crashed over Kath and coursed throughout her entire body. Pleasure from her core extended all the way to her fingertips. She was writhing like crazy and Sam had to use his free arm to pin her down. Only once Kath started to come down did Sam take his mouth away from her. 

Kath was panting heavily. Sam used his discarded shirt to wipe Kath off his mouth, although he knew he’d be savouring the taste forever. He gave her a moment to come back to reality and discarded his pants onto the floor. He joined her back on the bed in just his boxers. Sam lay propped on his elbow beside Kath, absently drawing circles across her arm. Kath eventually came to and noticed the state Sam was in. 

“Where did your pants go?” She asked in a very serious tone. 

Sam laughed at her confusion. “We don’t have to keep going,” he said genuinely. 

“Please don’t stop.” 

Sam’s eyes darkened and he leaned down to capture Kath in a kiss. They became a tangle of limbs and tongues and teeth. Sam pressed his hips against Kath’s and she could feel his hardness against her core. The desire that filled Kath’s head was almost unbearable. She began to push her hips upwards against Sam’s. He shuddered above her and buried his head into the crook of her neck. He trailed kisses down it and then he sank his teeth into her shoulder. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make Kath’s head swim. 

“I need you,” Sam breathed into her neck. 

“Then take me, idiot,” Kath said back. 

Sam pushed off of her to remove his boxers, his cock springing upwards as he did. Sam got off the bed quietly to dig through his duffle bag. He pulled out a condom and slipped it on effortlessly. Kath shamelessly checked his ass out while he had his back to her. 

He was above average for sure. Kath couldn’t help it when her jaw dropped and she stared at him. Sam chuckled at her and gripped her chin. He moved her head from side to side as if he was deciding on something. 

“Hmmm, no,” he murmured. “We’ll put that pretty mouth of yours to use another time. Tonight I’m going to take you until you’re screaming.”

Kath had no idea how to respond to that so she didn’t. She simply laid back down on the mattress and watched Sam tower over her once more. He kissed her once, then tapped her thigh. 

“Open.” 

Kath gulped, then slowly began to spread her legs apart. Sam sunk in between them. The tip of him was pressed against her entrance and Kath’s heart began to race again. Sam held himself up with one hand and used the other to line himself up with Kath. He kissed her again, this time tenderly. 

“Are you ready?” Kath nodded. “You tell me to stop and I will.” 

Kath nodded again and closed her eyes. She opened them again to the feeling of Sam’s thumb tilting her head up. 

“Nuh-uh,” he said. “I want you to watch.” And with that, he pushed himself into Kath. Her jaw went slack and a gasp slipped past her lips. Sam let out the most beautiful moan Kath had ever heard. The feeling of Sam stretching her out took some getting used to, but Sam gave Kath ample time to adjust. He waited for her signal to start moving. Kath took a few deep breaths and then nodded. 

Sam started off with slow, gentle thrusts. This was Kath’s first time, of course, he wanted her to remember it. But with each movement, Sam’s ability to control himself slipped away. He kissed her feverishly and trailed his free hand down her arm to grip her wrist. He pulled her hand above her head, pinning it there with his own. The gesture made Kath euphoric. She could tell he was beginning to lose his grip. Now it was he who was holding onto her for dear life. 

Kath was nothing if not a nuisance. She knew that if she reached her free hand up into Sam’s hair he’d snap. She knew that if she tugged on the loose curls that hung by the nape of his neck she might need help walking tomorrow. So naturally, she did it anyway. Sam groaned desperately into her shoulder and the grip on her hand tightened. 

“Kath,” Sam warned.  

“Just let go,” Kath assured him. 

“I can’t.,” he said through gritted teeth.

“It’s okay,” she promised. “I won’t break.” 

Sam tried to hold on for her sake, but eventually his mind cleared. His thrusts became harder and faster as he took her with a force she didn’t know he was capable of. Still, she trusted that he couldn’t hurt her. They moved in sync together, like a choreographed dance. Kath felt the fire begin to grow inside of her. Sam was hitting the right spot over and over and over. When she couldn’t hold on any longer Sam leaned down and placed a kiss below her ear. 

“Come for me, angel.” 

Kath’s body shook underneath Sam as she fell over the edge once more. Pleasure crashed through her and she was close to tears. Sam’s pace didn’t slow, but the strength of his thrusts did. The hand that was once holding her own gently cupped Kath’s cheek. She opened her eyes and found Sam looking into them. His hair fell around his face, framing it perfectly. His skin was flush and he held an expression that Kath couldn’t place. Time around them slowed with what Sam said next. 

“You are so beautiful.” Sam came inside her soon after.

Kath’s heart seized. The euphoric feeling that flooded her brain moments ago was gone. She was not expecting that from Sam. She was used to his snarky remarks, even the names he called her were usually laced with sarcasm. What he said was genuine. It was vulnerable. It was not what she had signed up for. 

Sam pulled out and flopped onto his back next to her. They were both panting, sweaty messes. 

Sam let out a breathy chuckle. “That was something.” 

Kath stayed silent. Sam took it as post-sex brain fog. He got up and headed to the bathroom to clean up, leaving Kath alone with her thoughts. When Sam returned, she quickly stumbled into the bathroom without so much as a look in his direction. 

Kath looked at herself in the mirror. Her bare chest was decorated with purple marks. Her skin was flustered and beats of sweat trickled down her neck. 

What the hell did they just do? 

Kath splashed water from the sink on her face and finished cleaning up. When she left the bathroom the first thing she did was find her discarded clothes. She folded them carefully and put them on one of the motel chairs. Kath pulled her pajamas from her own duffel and pulled them on. Despite the pit in her stomach, she still made a show of bending over to pull the flannel pajama pants on. She could feel Sam’s smirk burning into her back. 

Sam was sitting against the headboard of the bed he and Kath had just christened. That was some of the best sex he’d had in, well in a very long time. He studied Kath carefully as she pulled her pajama bottoms on, making sure to check out the ass she put on display. He flipped the blanket over so she could get into bed next to him. To Sam’s surprise though, Kath made a bee-line for the other bed. 

“What are you doing?” Sam asked. It seemed to be the question of the night. 

“Going to bed,” Kath responded curtly. 

“Come here then.” Sam patted the spot next to him. 

Kath looked at Sam’s hand, then at him, then at his hand again. She shook her head. 

“No, I’m not sleeping with you,” she said. 

“You just did,” Sam responded with a smile. 

Kath’s expression did not change. “No. We’re not, I’m not…This isn’t going to be a thing. It was just a moment.” 

Sam’s demeanor stiffened. “Oh. Okay.” 

Kath got into her bed and turned away from Sam. At some point during this night Kath had stopped being Kath and started being Sam’s. She hated the feeling that was growing inside her chest. It was just a moment. It had to be just a moment.