#sam Winchester x reader

[m3ntally-unstable]

Me after using the likes to indicate ( to future self) if iv’e read the fic already

[samfreakingwinchester]

Finding writers who write for Sam Is so rare, and finding ones that capture his essence is almost impossible. @there-must-be-a-lock captured Sam’s character/personality so perfectly! This is absolute perfection!!!! No notes.

Can’t wait to see what other bangers she writes.

The Right Spot (Sequel to ‘Hiding Spot’)

Sam x Reader

Word Count: 3050

Warnings: Bossy!Sam and his magical moose dick, use of a vibrator, overstimulation. 

A/N: Some people requested a sequel to Hiding Spot, so… here you go! Flattery gets you everywhere more porn. The working title for this was “Mystery Spot,” and it just about killed me not to include a reference to that, ugh. The vibrator in question is called “Le Wand,” which has more speed options than the original Magic Wand (whose speed options are basically “come your brains out in ten seconds flat” and “HOLY SHIT WHAT JUST HAPPENED”) because I wanted to draw it out a little. 

(And if you’re unfamiliar with the Magic Wand, do yourself a favor and try one ASAP.)

I closed the door behind us and turned, hands suddenly shaking with nerves.

“Still okay?” Sam asked softly, and that, right there, that was why I was so fucking head over heels for him, because after whispering things that had made my cheeks burn, he was standing there, hard as hell in his jeans, and just… checking on me. He was looking out for me, the same way he always did.  

I nodded.

I’d always sort of assumed he’d be rough, based on a few offhand comments he’d made over the years. I expected him to kiss me, get his hands on me… maybe throw me onto the bed like he usually did in my fantasies.

Instead he sat down in my desk chair, slouched back with his legs spread wide so I could see the way his cock was straining against the seam of his jeans, and he just looked at me, head to toes, down and up and down again. He was giving me this half-smile I’d never seen before, suggestive and confident and calm, and a shiver ran up my spine.

“Come here?” he asked.

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[godjustkys]

hii i’d love to read a fic about sam being a top at the start of ur sex life but slowly breaking down into a sub who cries during sex, loves vibrating strokers, being slapped, calls his lover “sir”, loves his hands being tied behind his back and his hair pulled, he likes to wear mascara that runs as he’s being fucked, he loves a mix of harsh degradation and praise

THEME: big boy sammy turning to a pathetic, subby lil thing for you.

CHARACTER: dom!male reader x sub!sam winchester

NOTE: imagine going from a guy who is very clearly a top to the guy who's taking it up the ass just because he's a crybaby who likes to be degraded.

WARNING: DACRYPHILIA,, toy use,, roughhousing,, light slapping,, bit of pet name use (sir),, bondage,, slight hair pulling,, wearing makeup for the sole purpose of ruining it,, DEGRADATION,, praise,, feminization

at the start of your relationship, you had just let sam take control of the sex life. he's a big fella and you haven't given the time to think about sam being the bottom for you.

that is until you had started noticing how much he sought your praise when he was fucking you, giving you those cute puppy dog eyes to enunciate his point. the more your relationship progressed, the more submissive he became. so one day, you decided to try and switch it up; make sam the bottom.

good lord.

after that one time, there was no return. the two of you started experimenting more with certain kinks. even the use of toys, which you had learned that sam adores. all of that brings us to this night.

sammy sitting on the edge of the bed, legs spread, face scrunched up as his hands clenched into fists behind his back; his wrists were tied. he was gushing over the way you were just.. kneeling there, your hand on the vibrating stroker that was currently on his cock, moving it up and down, changing the pace up from time to time. sam did his best to not squirm or jitter. to just sit there and take what you give him like the good boy that he is.

“how's that feel, sam? you gettin' close?” your voice, barely above a whisper, asked, eyes trained onto his expression. sam's thighs tensed and he almost closed his legs, but he stopped himself just in time. he let out a few soft pants, his eyes screwed shut. “sss— yes, mhmm.. m'close..” he got out, his voice strained as his body tensed.

“you gonna be a good boy and cum for me?” you turned the toy from side to side as you continued the up and down motion, egging sam on. “ah- ah-huh, mm, yes sir, yes, jus— jus' a- a little more.” he breathed, hips stuttering as he jerked forward slightly, finally reaching his peak. he dirtied the toy of course, but that didn't matter to you much.

it didn't take long for the guy to end up on the bed, his shoulders and face pressed to the mattress, ass up, his hands still tied behind his back. you pushed your cock against his rim, earning a soft whine from him. “such a slut. you wearin' mascara? for real?” you inquired gently, looking at his side profile as he had his head turned to the side. sam's eyes fluttered shut, lips parted, mind blank. “sam, baby, answer.” you coaxed him, your voice so sweet, fingers carding through his hair. sam let out a tiny, breathless moan at the feeling of your hand at his scalp before answering. “y- it's- you like it, right?” he rasped out, keeping his eyes closed. you only asked that because you saw some of the mascara smudged under his eyes. placing your other hand on the small of sam's back, you pushed your cock in half way, pulled out to the tip and slammed into him with a harsh thrust, bottoming out. the latter whimpered at the roughness, taking in a sharp breath through his mouth, eyebrows stitched together. “g-gah, fuck,” he gasped, his body still sensitive since he came from that vibrating stroker..

your pace was rough. relentless, even though you just started. sam was already writhing, his hands subconsciously tugging on the restraints on his wrists. he clenched around you, his mouth open as the endless moans and whines fell from his pretty lips. “want me to make you cry? fuck you so good that your mascara runs? hm?” you asked rhetorically, giving a particularly hard thrust, in return, sam's back arched and his stomach tensed. “nn- ah, mhm, yes, fuck yes, please-” he whined desperately, pushing his hips back to meet your thrusts.

after a bit, the room was moderately quiet. well, if we're not counting the sounds of skin slapping against skin and sam absolutely sobbing out moans and mewls, hot tears running down his cheeks, his pretty face stained with runny mascara. yeah, this was a good sight. “you're such a whore,” you breathed, trying to keep your voice level despite the panting. “i might start thinking that- this.. ugh, this is the only thing you're good for.” you finished, your hands on his ass, fingers pressed into the flesh. sam let out a soft sob as he processed your words, rubbing his face slightly against the mattress to rid himself of the tears on his face. “i'm using you, and you just don't care?” you mumbled, your face twitching slightly as you kept up the steady pace. “pathetic. you're a sobbing- stuttering mess..”

sam's wrists were red from the continuous straining. he moaned your name, his voice shaky and barely audible. “gghh— aha— oh, fff-fuck,, ah..” his voice was higher pitched and broken in some places. you have hit his g-spot so many times - that's why he's sobbing. it was a mix between pleasure and pain, but his brain was too foggy to distinguish which one was the more prominent feeling. it overwhelmed him and he.. just started crying. but that didn't make you stop, no, why would it? you had pulled out momentarily, only to turn sam over on his back, pushing his legs open and pushing your cock all the way in again, your pace gaining a rhythm that was a bit slower than before.

due to sam's hands being restrained, they stayed under him, basically, he was laying on top of them. it was an uncomfortable feeling but he didn't focus on it too much. sam's face was scrunched up and he was biting his bottom lip to contain the sounds. your hand moved to his chin, which got him to open his eyes even if it was just slightly. he stopped biting his lip, too. you pushed your thumb into his mouth, swirling it around his tongue. he moaned around your finger, his hips stuttering. sam's eyes were so glossy, his undereyes smudged with the makeup. “does the sluttiness run in the family?” you mumbled almost bitterly. “dean's sleeping around with every woman that catches his eye, and you- fuck.. you take cock like you were made for it.” you commented, pushing your thumb to the back of sam's tongue, making him gag slightly and tear up even more. “whorehouse.” another grumble left your lips, eyes staying fixated on sam's mouth.

your free hand ran over sam's pecs and he squirmed a bit as your palms pressed against his nipples. his sounds were getting muffled by the finger in his mouth, but you were just adding a new sensation on top of the others. so overwhelming.. so overstimulating. “god, don't you need a bra for- ngh.. these?” you mocked, narrowing your eyes slightly as you finally looked at his chest. sam managed a mewl as a response to your words. “pecs, they say, yeah.. right.. you got tits.” you said, sending a weird shiver down sam's spine. he coughed a couple times which in return made you take your thumb out of his mouth. his lips were slick with saliva, drool on the corners of his mouth and down his chin. “bastard.” you said through gritted teeth, both hands moving down to grip his trembling thighs.

it went on for a good thirty minutes. you edged sam in the process, not letting him cum. he was so jittery, his body trembling non stop. eventually, just as an experiment, you got the guy on the floor on his knees, his aching arms behind his back, still. he could barely hold himself up but you wanted to fuck his mouth, so he'd have to bear with it. the mascara on his eyelashes was hardly even visible anymore, all it left was a couple black stained streaks down his face. sam was breathing heavily as you pressed the tip of your cock to the side of his face. “c'mon, be a good boy and open your mouth for me..” you uttered urgently, your hand on the bottom of sam's chin, holding quite gently.

sam was fucked so good he was out of it. his red, puffy eyes stared off into nothing and it made you have second thoughts. you used your free hand to very lightly slap sam's cheek to get him to snap out of it. you were about to voice your concerns and finish up with this, but the moment sam looked up at you, all your doubts disappeared. he was looking at you with those puppy dog eyes, so expectantly. he was so wrecked and so pretty, visibly shaking. you didn't even have to repeat yourself and sam opened his mouth, turning his head to the side slightly, his soft lips wrapping around your length so perfectly. “haah, good.. that's good..” you murmured, one hand staying on his jaw, the other moving to the side of his face. “what was that..” you asked softly as sam took you all the way, his lips pressing to your base. “slapping? that's what you're into?” you mused breathlessly as the latter hollowed out his cheeks and started moving his head forwards and backwards, his eyes fluttering shut.

“fuckin' freak,” you degraded, pushing your hips to his mouth a bit quicker, sam's eyebrows furrowing again. he pulled off of your length, only to move his head, stick out his tongue and trace a vein on your cock with it. that action earned a groan from you. “how many dicks have you sucked, hm..? you a prostitute or somethin'? keep your mouth on it,” you had slapped him again, this time more harshly than before. sam breathed out a shaky sigh, muttering what you believed to be a small apology under his breath, putting his mouth over your tip. you just pushed your cock all the way in, down sam's throat, making him gag around it, his teeth accidentally grazing your length. tears welled up in his eyes unfailingly, his jaw going slack. you started facefucking him, being rough. not that sam minded, after all. you were overstimulated from the previous activities, so it didn't take a while for you to cum down sam's throat, your hands tangled in his damp hair. he swallowed around your cock, his thighs pressed together, shoulders tense. “such a good boy..” you said, pulling your length out of his mouth, your thumb wiping away the drool on his chin. “you did so good.” you rasped out, pushing his hair back and out of his face.

this wasn't the first time you were rough with sam. certainly wasn't the last one.

word count: 1,7k (1773)

[h8aaz]

⋆ ࣪. — MY VALENTINE — .࣪ ⋆

WARNINGS .ᐟ . . . smut, MDNI!!! . sub!sam, dom + f!reader . piv unprotected (wrap it, ya freaks) . slight mention of edging + choking . petnames . established relationship .

GABS YAPS .ᐟ . . . happy valentine's day, angels!! hope y'all like this, it's extremely rushed bc i forgot ab it lmfaoo. this is mostly catered to the #1 sub sammy lover aka the loml @j2archives & its slightly inspired by their writing! likes, comments, + reblogs are very appreciated!! <33.

sam whimpered as you continued to ride him. petals littered the bed, matching the mess of lipstick kisses and purple love bites on his neck. his hands gripped your rocking hips, squeezing the supple skin, but not moving you. his eyebrows were upturned in pleasure while his lust-blown eyes were mesmerized by your bouncing tits; his pupils dilated at the hardened peaks of your chest, a slight ring of his green eyes showing behind them.

you reached out to his chest, slowly raking your nails down with red marks in their wake. his gaze followed down where your touch lingered. he let out a loud, whiny moan at the sight of you taking him in, a creamy ring around his base from your past orgasms.

your own noises matched the movements of your body, which brought out sam's confirmation of pleasure. "fuck! oh- please, please let me-" his head jerked back against the pillow, his eyes closing as slurred moans slipped from his open mouth. you had sped up, bouncing on his cock more frantically, searching for your next high.

"let you what, baby?" you cooed through fucked out pants, reaching to cradle one side of his head with a hand. you pulled his flushed and sweaty face down to stare back at you. "d'you wanna cum? is that it, sweetheart?" you teased with a halt of your hips, making him whine as he nodded.

"mm- please," he went to buck his hips while he squeezed yours tighter. your hand immediately wrapped around his throat, lightly choking him. "don't," you ordered before leaning down until your lips brushed his, "not yet, baby." you whispered. he crashed his lips against yours with heated noises, your lipstick smearing on his mouth for the millionth time.

you began to move slowly against him, drawing more pornagraphic mewls from your boyfriend. he savored the feeling of you; your soft, colored lips moving against his, the feel of your breasts pressed against his chest, and the wet slick raining down from your cunt onto his cock. oh how he loved the way your warm gummy walls hugged his dick so snugly, it drove him insane how perfect you were for him.

your tongues fought as the knot in your stomach got closer to breaking. you pushed yourself up, a string of saliva connecting your mouths before disintegrating when you grinded and bounced on him. sam's hands moved up to grip your breasts, fingers playing with your nipples as your orgasm washed over you.

he felt every wave of you against him. you looked down at him through your hooded lids and simply nodded, the signal making him practically jump. his lust and hunger for you was shown through his pretty lashes as he quickly grabbed you and pulled you back down to him. he held you tightly while he slammed into you.

the mixed noises of both of your moans and the wetness where you were connected filled the bedroom, the petals on the sheets were ruffled and broken around your bodies. he continued to pound up into you until he finally came undone, loud bliss coming out of him while his white spurts of cum coated your insides.

the two of you stayed like that for a while, just breathing in the scents of each other and your sex in the air. you lifted your head and smiled, "happy valentine's day, my love."

he chuckled softly, swiping your hair out of your face. "happy valentine's day, baby." he breathed before pecking your lips multiple times until it became heated once again.

tags: @sunsbaby @starzify @dulcescorderitas @soldiersgirl @ultravi0lence14 @cowboysandcigarettes @legalmente-loca @bejeweledinterludes

[wendichester]

୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ love in stacks,

summary. sam never cared much for valentine’s day—until he met you.

pairing. sam winchester x reader

wordcount. 550

notes. happy valentine's with sammy 🩷

The library isn’t exactly where you expect to be on Valentine’s Day, but there’s something comforting about the scent of old books, the quiet hum of turning pages, the way time slows down between the shelves.

You’re scanning the spines in the history section when a deep voice interrupts the silence.

"Sorry—didn’t mean to startle you."

You turn, heart skipping a beat as you meet warm hazel eyes. The man in front of you is tall—absurdly tall—with shaggy brown hair and an apologetic smile. He’s holding a stack of books, and he’s… really, really handsome.

"It’s okay," you say, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Looking for something specific?"

He chuckles, glancing down at the books in his arms. "More like everything specific. Research rabbit holes, you know how it is."

You nod, smiling. "Definitely. I practically live in those."

His smile widens, like he wasn’t expecting you to understand. "Yeah?" He shifts his books to one arm and extends his hand. "I’m Sam."

You shake it, warmth spreading from your fingertips up your arm. "Nice to meet you, Sam."

His gaze lingers for a second before he clears his throat. "I know this is kind of out of nowhere, but… would you want to grab a coffee with me?"

Your brows lift in surprise. "Like… right now?"

He shrugs, lips twitching in a hopeful smile. "Yeah. I mean, unless you have Valentine’s plans—"

You shake your head. "Nope. Just me, my books, and a quiet night in."

His smile turns softer, almost shy. "Then let me change that."

The café is small, tucked into a corner of downtown, warm and inviting against the cold February air. Sam holds the door open for you, and as you step inside, the scent of coffee and cinnamon surrounds you.

He buys your drink without hesitation, brushing off your attempt to pay with a casual, "It’s my Valentine’s treat."

"You’re really leaning into this Valentine’s thing, huh?" you tease as you find a cozy corner to sit.

Sam huffs a laugh, stirring his coffee. "Honestly? I didn’t plan on doing anything today. But then I met you, and…" He shrugs. "Seemed like a good reason to change plans."

You bite your lip to hide your smile. "Smooth."

He grins. "I try."

The conversation flows easily—books, travel, weird facts you both happen to know. You learn that he’s a bit of a history nerd, that he reads ridiculously fast, that he has a brother who teases him about it.

"You’re fun to talk to," he says at one point, like he’s just realizing it.

Your chest warms. "So are you."

Time blurs, and before you know it, you’re walking side by side down the sidewalk, the library long forgotten. The city lights glow around you, and Sam looks at you like he’s thinking something he’s not sure he should say.

Finally, he stops, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Listen, I know this was kind of a spur-of-the-moment thing, but… I’d really like to see you again."

Your heart does a little flip. "Yeah?"

His smile is soft, hopeful. "Yeah."

You pretend to think about it, then grin. "Okay, Sam. You’ve got yourself a second date."

The way his eyes light up is better than any Valentine’s gift you could have imagined.

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[bohemianblasphemy]

Masterlist is updated!!!!

Masterlist ✨

Here is my masterlist!!

It will be updated overtime as i write more , as always requests are open for the characters below xx

Enjoy lovelies!!!

Last updated: 17/02/25

Billy Butcher (The Boys)

It Will Come Back

Patience

His Rival

Getting Hurt

Feel this? It's all for you

69

You look better with my hands wrapped around your neck’

"Swallow it. All of it."

Mark me

Morning After

Massages

Flustered Butcher

Unconscious after battle

SupeDad!Butcher Headcanons

Birthday Sex

Angsty Butcher

Let Me Show You

Bar fight

Butcher sleeping with Maeve angst

Shower BJ

Shut the fuck up, Billy

Rainy day cuddles

First date

NSFW soft!butcher headcanons

Baking a cake

Birthday Fluff

Birthday Fluff 2

Right Here Waiting

Nonsense

Wedding night

Espresso

Tearing your clothes

Facefucking

Sick

Billy comforting reader

Horny thoughts

Guess

Sitting on his face

Sleep deprived

Eras Tour

Thigh Riding in the Office

Office Sex

Secret Relationship

Butcher comfort *trigger warning for mental health talk*

Dyslexic Reader

Neurodivergent Reader

Argument with MM

SFW Alphabet

A hard day

Ass play

NSFW Alphabet

Tentacles

Virgin Reader part 1

Virgin Reader part 2

Cuddly Butcher

ExBF! Butcher comfort

Being saved by Butcher

Eating pussy headcanon

Remembering things about you

Magic fingers

NSFW Headcanons

Softer headcanons

More horny thoughts

Daddy’s Home (part 1)

Daddy’s home (part 2)

Heist

Soldier Boy (The Boys)

Revenge on Butcher

Hughie Campbell (The Boys)

Headcanons

Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead)

Headcanons

Negan Smith (The Walking Dead)

Coming soon 💋

Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds)

Halloween

NSFW Headcanons

Steal My Girl

Secrets in Ink

Bruises on Hips

Fingering on the counter

It’s okay

Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

Headcanons

Tattoo apprentice! Reader

Never Again

Sex in the Impala

Eating pussy

Physical intimacy

Sub!Dean

Sam Winchester (Supernatural)

Headcanons

Riding Sam

Gabriel (Supernatural)

•Back to You

• Headcanons

Castiel (Supernatural)

Headcanons

Can I help?

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Take Care of Her

Part 5 of the Uncaged series

Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous (x2)

Synopsis: Sam learning to be a big brother—inside and out of the cage

Warnings: torture, mentions of torture, I tried to include some of the actual show plot in here

“You will never be safe.”

Sam pretended he couldn’t hear the voice—it was all he could do to keep it together. He knew Dean needed him, and more than that Dean needed something to go right. If that something needed to be Sam’s mind, then Sam would fake that he was ok and hope that it just happened.

You fell asleep about halfway through the movie, and Sam could feel Dean’s eyes on him after Bobby got up to go read through more lore books. Dean had been eyeing him ever since they tried to bind Death, and Death had revealed that Sam was having hallucinations.

“Hallucinations?” Dean only spoke when he was sure you were asleep. “Really? I gotta find out from Death?”

“I…” Sam sighed. “I didn’t want to put more on your plate. I’ve got a handle on it, really.”

“On what?” Dean snapped, freezing when you stirred.

“I know what’s real and what’s not,” Sam assured him in a softer tone.

“And what about her?” Dean nodded his chin at you. “She getting these visions?”

“I don’t think so.” Sam swallowed. “At least, she hasn’t said anything to me. She’s having nightmares, but I think that’s it. I think that’s part of why I know the hallucinations have to be fake—because if it was real, she would see it too.”

“Ok.” Dean sighed, getting to his feet. “I’m gonna go help Bobby. I need you to tell me if things get worse, ok?”

“I understand.”

Once Dean was gone, Sam watched as your face started to twitch, your body squirming around in a fitful sleep.

“She’s thinking about me.” Lucifer’s voice had Sam flinching, his head whipping around to see Lucifer perched on the edge of the couch. “Thinking about that first day in the cage. Do you still remember that day, Sammy? Remember our first day as roomies?”

Sam closed his eyes tightly, hoping to will away the sight of Lucifer, but instead he got bombarded with the memories of the day his life changed forever.

You were still holding onto Sam when the two of you landed in the cage.

Sam had physically felt his soul split as he fell—an excruciating experience that ended with Lucifer’s soul now separate from Sam’s body by the time they hit the floor. He still wasn’t sure how that worked, but somehow Lucifer’s soul—essence?—showed itself in the way that Sam’s human mind comprehended Lucifer; as Nick. There was no way Nick was in the cage, and Sam knew right away that it was only Lucifer.

He didn’t know why Michael didn’t split from Adam—maybe they were more in sync than Sam was with Lucifer, more in tune to the same purpose—but to Sam, it didn’t matter.

Nothing mattered except you right now. Sam had resigned himself to the fact that he would spend eternity in the cage with Lucifer, and though he hadn’t expected Adam to be forced to join him, that wasn’t nearly as awful as this. His baby sister, latching onto him at the last minute in a desperate attempt to save him, only to end up in damnation with him.

Sam found himself holding onto you tightly while Michael dropped to his knees in utter defeat, and Lucifer shrieked in anger and despair. The human-sounding shriek quickly turned into something unearthly, a high-pitched ringing that got louder and louder. Sam slammed his hands over his ears, watching you do the same. He held his hands tightly over his ears for a long moment, until he noticed that blood was starting to drip down the sides of your face the louder the ringing got.

Sam didn’t hesitate—Dean wasn’t here to look out for you anymore. Despite the pain, Sam moved his hands from his ears to you, grabbing hold of you and tucking you against him, wrapping you into an embrace and using his own hands to cover your ears.

Finally, the ringing stopped, though it was hard for Sam to tell at first since it echoed in his head for several minutes.

Sam made a decision, in those seemingly-endless moments of pure agony as he protected you from the brunt of the pain.

Sam never saw himself as much of a big brother before—sure, he knew he was older than you, but he’d deferred to Dean when it came to taking care of you. Dean had been the one to give you the monster talk, Dean was the one with the mission to protect his little siblings, Dean was the one who took over the father role when Dad died.

But you didn’t have Dean, and you needed someone. So Sam was going to step up.

He’d had moments like this before…

Like when he was 14, and John and Dean had been out on a hunt when someone knocked on the motel door.

Sam, whose instincts had already been carefully honed, snatched up his gun and checked the peephole. Seeing nothing, he eased the door open—but it wouldn’t open more than a foot.

Still wary, Sam’s eyes flickered down and widened when they landed on a basket with a moving bundle in it. His eyes snapped back up, and he glanced furiously around for someone to take the bundle back—because with only a glance, Sam knew exactly what it was.

But no one was there.

When the bundle started to cry, Sam finally made a decision. He eased himself out the door, lifting the basket into his arms and carrying it out of the cold and into the safety of the motel room.

“It’s gonna be ok,” he whispered. He eased the pink bundle out of the basket and started to rock her. “Dad and Dean are gonna be back, and their gonna take care of you. I’m—“ Sam caught sight of a note peaking out of the basket, and he scanned it quickly. “I’m your big brother, I guess. My name’s Sam.”

Or like when he was 18, and you found his stash of college fliers. You were only 4, and Sam probably could’ve gotten away with lying to you…

But he felt like he had to tell someone.

“I’m gonna be going away pretty soon,” he told you in a whisper—Dad and Dean were out on a hunt, but he still couldn’t bring himself to speak louder, just in case.

“You can’t go away,” you argued, tears already forming in your eyes. “Whose gonna play with me when Daddy and Dean go to work?”

“C’mere…” Sam scooped you into his arms, happy when you wrapped your arms around him; that meant you weren’t mad. “I’ll bet Dean will spend some more time with you. Dad too, maybe. They’ll make sure you’re ok, I promise.”

“But I want you!” The tears were flowing now, and your words were interspersed with sobs. “Don’t go away Sammy!”

“I have to,” Sam said. “I’m gonna go to college. It’s like—like school for grown ups. They’re gonna teach me how to be a lawyer.”

“But—“ you sniffled. “But I thought you worked with Daddy and Dean.”

“I do.” Sam swallowed. “But—“ he hadn’t admitted this since he was thirteen, and his teacher asked him. “But I don’t want to do what they do. It doesn’t make me happy.”

“I want you to be happy,” you insisted.

“Thanks, kid.” Sam smiled—just a little. “But…but for me to be happy, I’ve gotta get out of here.” You didn’t say anything, so Sam kept going. “But Dad and Dean can’t know yet, ok? I haven’t told them.”

“Why not?” You rubbed at your eyes, your breaths still shaky.

“They wouldn’t understand. Not like you do. So do you promise not to tell?”

You held out your tiny hand to Sam, pinky extended. “Pinky swear.”

Or like when you didn’t keep your promise.

John was screaming at Sam, waving a fistful of brochures and Sam’s Stanford acceptance letter. Sam wasn’t about to take the fight laying down—he never did. He was toe to toe with his father, screaming right back. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he registered that Dean was sitting on his bed, looking dazed, and you were nowhere to be found.

When Sam couldn’t take it anymore, he threw his few belongings into a bag—John stormed up to him and tossed the papers into the bag, yelling “Fine, go!”—and headed for the door.

“If you go out that door, don’t you ever come back!” John yelled.

Sam froze in his tracks, his hand halfway extended. He took a single glance back—his eyes met Dean’s, and all Sam saw was his big brother’s pleading expression. He looked away, wanting to say goodbye to you, but you weren’t there. So he grabbed onto the handle, stepping out into the night and slamming the door behind him.

“Sammy!”

Sam was halfway into the cab when you came running out of the motel room—you must’ve been hiding.

“Hey…” Sam pulled you in for a hug. “You gotta go back inside.”

“I’m sorry,” you cried. “I’m sorry I told Dean, I didn’t mean to tell him! I’m so sorry, please don’t go!” It was hard to make out your words between the sobs, but Sam understood enough.

“It’s ok, it’s ok,” he soothed, though he didn’t know if that was true. “That’s not why I’m leaving, but I have to go. Go back inside.”

“I don’t want you to go,” you sobbed.

“I—“ Sam faltered. “I know. I’m sorry.”

“I’m gonna miss you.”

Sam kissed your head. “I’m gonna miss you too. Now go on, go, it’s ok.” Sam waited until you were safely back in the motel room before he climbed into the cab.

He didn’t look back.

He’d had big brother moments…

…but none of those moments had ever had such finality and meaning.

It was a good decision—it kept him grounded for some of his time in hell, and gave him purpose. Even if it caused a lot of pain.

“You do remember that day!” Lucifer’s voice dragged Sam out of his memories. “You remember how you begged me to stop? And I told you all you had to do was step out of the way and watch while I had some fun with your baby sister. But you just wouldn’t do it Sammy.” Lucifer clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “You just had to be so darn protective. Not that it ever did her any good. I got plenty of torture in without your help, isn’t that right little N/N?” Lucifer’s hand ghosted over the side of your face, and Sam flinched.

��Don’t touch her,” he spat through gritted teeth. Your face twisted, as if you could feel the devil’s presence, but your eyes stayed closed. “Stop giving her nightmares.”

“Nightmares?” Lucifer grinned. “Oh, no Sammy, she’s with me. You’re the one in a dream right now—yeah, all this? Your perfect little life?” Lucifer gestured around them. “It’s a dream—it isn’t real. And what you’re seeing now is your baby sister sleeping, but what I’m seeing—“

The room around Sam snapped away for a split second before returning, then disappearing again. In its place, he saw the room of his waking nightmares.

He saw the cage.

And he saw you, in a position that was all-too familiar. Hooks sticking through your arms were holding you to the bars on the walls of the cage. Lucifer was standing near your hanging form, a curved blade in his hand as he cut into you again and again and again and again and—

“No!”

Bobby’s house returned in the blink of an eye, and you sat up with a gasp of terror, awoken by Sam’s outburst.

“I told you.” Lucifer grinned at Sam. “You never got out. Either of you. And you never will.”

…

He was here. You could see him. The dream was over, but Lucifer was still here.

Looking at him—sitting there on Bobby’s couch—was too much. You turned away, seeking solace in Sam’s arms—he’d stayed with you when you fell asleep on the couch.

“Bad dreams?” There was a quaver in Sam’s voice as he asked, and you wondered if he’d fallen asleep and had nightmares too.

“Yeah.” Your voice was muffled against Sam’s shirt, and you hoped he wouldn’t notice the nervous tone in your voice. You had promised never to lie to Sam, but you couldn’t tell him about seeing Lucifer—you just couldn’t. You didn’t want to scare him as much as you were already scared. You didn’t want him to start thinking what you were already afraid of; that you’d really never left the cage.

It wasn’t a lie, anyway—you really did have a nightmare. You were dreaming about that first day in the cage, and watching Sam get tortured for protecting you.

Until Lucifer got bored with that and tortured you anyway, when Sam was too bloodied up and weak to stop it.

“You’re not gonna talk about me?” Lucifer’s voice sent a shiver through you, and you burrowed further against your big brother. “You’re just gonna pretend I’m not here?”

“Sam?” You choked out. “Do…do you ever wonder if we’re still in the cage?” You held your breath, desperate for Sam to take away your fear. You knew you wouldn’t stop being scared no matter what he said, though.

“Ladies and gentlemen, give the girl a prize!” Lucifer taunted. “I think she’s got it! Of course you’re still in the cage!”

“We’re not—“ Sam’s voice caught, and he hesitated. “I…I don’t know. I really don’t.”

“Sometimes I don’t know if I’m dreaming or awake.” You whispered the words, as if afraid to shatter the tense air.

“It’s too good.” Both of you knew Sam was trying to convince himself as much as you. “He would never let us feel this happy. Right?”

“That’s what makes it fun!” Lucifer insisted. You turned your head into Sam’s chest, trying to pretend the devil wasn’t there.

You had no idea that Sam could see him too.

“I got your message.“ Cas’s voice startled you, and you pulled away from Sam to look for the source; he was standing in the doorway, and Lucifer was gone. Cas was covered in sores and blood, and he was staring right at Sam. “I need your help.”

…

It turned out that Sam had prayed to Cas, pleading with him to see reason and get rid of the souls that were consuming him from the inside out. Once Cas started to fall apart, he decided to listen to your brother.

Seeing Sam—not only ok, but solving the world’s problems—made you feel even more crazy, and ashamed that you couldn’t seem to keep it together.

“We’re ready.”

The five of you were back in the warehouse where it all began, waiting for an eclipse to open purgatory.

“We need the blood,” Dean said. “Sam, it’s on a shelf in the back hallway. Take Y/N.”

You trailed behind Sam—you were so happy they didn’t leave you behind, you didn’t care what they gave you to do.

“I think that’s it—“ you we’re just pointing to a long shelf that had a jar of blood sitting on the center of it, when a figure appeared in the hallway.

“Hey Sam.” Lucifer’s voice sent a shiver down your spine, but what surprised you wasn’t his presence; it was who he chose to speak to. Sam didn’t see him…right?

Your gaze switched to your brother, but he wasn’t looking at you. He was looking right at the devil.

“Sam?” You tried to get your brother’s attention, but he wouldn’t look away from Lucifer.

“I thought I told you to shut up.” Lucifer’s eyes were suddenly on you. That caught Sam’s attention, and now he was staring at you.

“You can see him?” Sam’s voice was barely above a whisper, as if he was afraid of his own words.

“I—I’ve—I’m—“ you were still trying to process that it wasn’t just you—that maybe you weren’t crazy. That maybe you were still in the cage after all. “I’ve been seeing him since this morning,” you admitted. “And hearing him longer. I didn’t want you to worry, I—I didn’t want it to be real.”

“Aww,” Lucifer cooed. “Both of you going mad, and neither one telling the other.”

“Shut up!” Sam snapped.

“Except—“ Lucifer continued as if Sam hadn’t spoken “—You’re both just finally realizing the truth. I never would’ve let you go, especially not both of you. You think I woulda lost both my toys like that? I mean, the fact that you believed it this long is just embarrassing.”

“Sam?” You stared up at your big brother, wanting more than anything for him to have the answer to the question you didn’t dare ask. Instead of an answer, you were rewarded with Lucifer’s hand around your neck as he shoved you around the corner of the hallway and up against the wall.

“I don’t like being ignored,” he growled.

“Stop!” Sam rushed at Lucifer, but a backhand from Lucifer’s free hand sent Sam flying back against the shelves.

“Now doesn’t this feel real?” Lucifer’s hand tightened against your throat, and your gasp for air was cut short.

“It’s…it’s not real.” Sam got to unsteady feet. “It’s just—it’s just our memories of hell leaking through. Y/N, it’s not real.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” Lucifer scoffed, dropping you and turning to Sam. “But you’re about to see just how real I am.”

…

By the time the devil was done with you, you weren’t sure how much hope was left inside. But when Dean rounded the corner calling your name, you still ran to him. You still wrapped your arms around him. You still clung to him like a lifeline.

Because even if he wasn’t real, hugging him was still the best thing you’d felt for as long as you could remember.

“Hey.” Dean’s voice was gruff and on the edge of panic. “We gotta move, let’s go.”

You didn’t speak as Dean and Bobby led you and Sam outside. You lingered behind Dean, letting Sam catch up to you. As you took hold of his hand, you realized that the bloody marks and bruises Lucifer had left on the two of you were now gone.

You weren’t sure if that helped or not—Lucifer had healed your injuries countless times before, because he always thought it was more fun to give you a moment of pain relief before starting in again on the torture. As soon as your hand was in his, Sam met your eye and squeezed your hand. You squeezed his back twice, and the ghost of a smile lifted his lips.

The two of you had no idea if you were safe in the real world with Dean and Bobby, or if you were locked in eternal torture with the devil and his crazy brother.

But for now, you could hold onto each other, and it was almost enough.

…

“Sam.

“Sam.

“Sam.”

Sam jerked awake with a gasp to find Dean leaning over him. You stirred in the chair next to him, blinking your eyes open slowly—not in a tired way, though; it was more like you didn’t want to know what you would see once your eyes were open.

“Twelve hours, I’m calling that rested,” Dean went on, ignoring the terrified glance Sam shared with you. “Here.” He tossed a water bottle to you, then Sam, then followed it with a granola bar. “Hydrate, and—uh—proteinate.”

Dean then grabbed hold of Sam’s hand and peeled the bandage off—you weren’t sure when Sam’s hand got hurt, or why it was the only injury that he kept when the two of you walked away from Lucifer. But you didn’t question it—you had too many questions already.

“Aww.” You flinched when Lucifer appeared on the couch next to Sam. “He wants to hold your wittle hand.”

You watched as Sam forced his eyes on Dean, ignoring the devil completely.

“You’ll live,” Dean decided, moving aside to let Bobby rebandage Sam’s hand. “Now, I need you two to tell me what happened back there. You disappeared, and you looked pretty freaked when we found you.”

Sam couldn’t meet Dean’s eye as he spoke up for the two of you.

“It’s not just me,” Sam admitted. “She…she sees him too.”

Dean steeled his features quickly and took a deep breath.

“Him?” He asked.

Sam nodded, swallowing hard.

“It’s not just flashbacks anymore,” Sam said. “It’s—I’m having a hard time telling what’s real and what’s not. And I can see…him.”

“And you see him too?” Dean was looking at you. “You can see Lucifer?”

You nodded mutely, keeping your eyes trained on the carpet.

“So…so you guys are seeing the same thing? Every time?” Dean looked from Sam to you.

“I…” Sam tried to look at you, but you didn’t look up. “I think so.”

“Hey, any time you wanna chime in here kid,” Dean snapped.

You flinched, glancing at Dean before your gaze turned to Sam.

“Easy,” Sam told Dean. “She…it’s a lot.” Sam met your gaze head-on, and the two of you shared a near-psychic moment.

Lucifer was watching. Lucifer—whether he was real or not—could make you feel pain. Even if it didn’t leave a mark, you could still feel it.

“It’s not her fault,” Lucifer taunted. “She’s just being a good, silent little toy, just like I taught her. Right kid?”

Your gaze had returned to the floor, and Sam watched as your breathing became faster and you curled in on yourself.

“So he’s telling you that you’re still in the cage? That all this is fake?” Dean asked.

Sam nodded for the both of you.

Dean was quiet for a moment, and Sam knew he was trying to come up with some way to convince you and him that Lucifer was wrong.

“Ok,” Dean said. “Why would he give you this? Why would he make you think you’re happy when he can just kick you two all over the cage?”

“You can’t torture someone who has nothing left for you to take away.” Lucifer piped in, nodding at Sam. Sam swallowed hard, and repeated the words to Dean. “Very good Sam,” Lucifer crowed, and Sam looked away quickly.

“What about each other?” Dean pointed from you to Sam. “I mean, that seems like something he could take away.”

“It felt like we were there for a hundred years, Dean,” Sam admitted. “I…I guess we got pretty used to seeing each other tortured, and Lucifer got bored with it.”

He was right; it had been Lucifer’s favorite game to torture the two of you with each other.

Ever since the beginning, he always knew it was the most effective tactic…

“How about this?” Lucifer was wiping blood off his hands as he spoke. “My arms are starting to get a little tired. So how about—Sam, you torture your little baby sister, huh? Is that a genius idea or what?”

Sam was choking on his own blood, but he still managed a couple of words—

“Screw you.”

“Well that’s not very nice,” Lucifer scoffed. “You haven’t even heard my deal yet—you torture the kid, or I’ll rip her to shreds. Now, obviously, none of us can die down here, but I promise you; my methods of torture will be much worse than anything you could think of in your wildest nightmares.”

Sam turned to look at you—he didn’t want to make this decision.

As soon as you saw Sam looking at you, you shook your head immediately. Sam understood—he wouldn’t want to make you do that, either.

“I see you’re having trouble deciding,” Lucifer cut in. “I’ll let you two have a little chat about it, before the fun starts. But you’d better hurry up before my offer expires, and I tear you both apart piece by piece.”

Sam rushed to you, never one to waste an opportunity to talk to you.

“No, don’t,” you whimpered. “Sam, don’t. I’d rather let him rip my bones out then it be you, please. Please Sam.”

“Don’t worry about me,” Sam insisted.

“It-it’s not just that,” you told him. “I…I don’t want to look at you and think about—“

“Ok…ok.” Sam breathed a sigh of relief—the last thing he wanted to do was torture you, but if it would save you from more pain he would do it, if that was what you wanted. But you didn’t want that; you wanted—needed—Sam to be a safe person in your mind. Sam needed the same.

As long as the two of you could look at each other and see something safe, maybe you would be able to hold on to your sanity.

“But this is way more fun, right little toy?” Lucifer was tugging at your arm, trying to get you to look at him. Your breathing got even more panicked, and Sam couldn’t tear his eyes away from the scene.

“Hey, are you seeing him now?” Dean demanded.

Sam nodded mutely.

“You know he isn’t real, right?” Dean said.

Sam finally turned to look at his brother. “He says the same thing about you,” he said.

Dean’s mouth closed suddenly, and he blinked in surprise. He didn’t have anything to say to that.

“Ok.” Bobby spoke up for the first time. “It’s back to the books.”

Sam watched Bobby and Dean walk out, and when he looked back at you, Lucifer was gone. He didn’t waste the opportunity—Sam rushed to you, pulling you into his arms and holding you until your breathing evened out again.

“We’re gonna be ok,” he whispered.

You looked around, making sure Lucifer wasn’t in the room before choking out a few whispered words.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Me, Sammy?” Your lip was quivering and your eyes were scanning his face, searching for an answer he wasn’t sure he had.

“I wasn’t trying to lie to you,” Sam promised. “I just…I didn’t think it was real. I didn’t want you to think we were back there, because I didn’t want to think we were back there.” Sam brushed your hair behind your ears. “What about you? You kept this from me, too.”

“I didn’t mean to,” you mumbled. “It was only dreams at first. Then I—I couldn’t tell if I was asleep or awake sometimes. Then you seemed to be handling things so well, so I—I just thought it would go away.” You sought out Sam’s hand with your own. “I don’t know how I didn’t see it. I thought we knew each other inside and out by now.”

“I guess we were both going through so much, it was hard to see straight,” Sam said.

“Don’t do that again,” you pleaded. “We should…we should tell each other stuff like this. We went through—“ you swallowed. “Through—through everything together already. We shouldn’t have to hide anything.”

Sam smiled, and instead of responding with words, he gave your hand a gentle squeeze. You smiled back, responding with two squeezes of your own.

“Well I think this is a swell idea!” You and Sam flinched at the same time when Lucifer reappeared. “Now, where were we? Oh yeah—eternal torment.”

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It's natural, baby / my bloody valentine

Summary: Sam x female reader, post period-sex valentines day imagine. I dunno, I just felt like it. It's my time of the month, so yeah. Happy valentine's day ❤️🩸🌹

Cws: Mentions of blood, thoughts of pregnancy.

Blood has never bothered Sam; he’d happily fuck you on your period. No hesitation, no questions asked.

The first time it happened, after you’d both come, and he’d finally pulled out—his cock shiny and coated with the mixture of your combined pleasure and your menses—and when the self-consciousness that temporarily dissolved during sex returned in full, blowing force, he’d kissed you on the mouth and told you, “It’s natural, baby," and, “If any man has a problem with it, then he’s no man at all … Plus, it helps with the cramps, doesn’t it? How’re they now?”

Then he’d placed his warm hand on your bloated belly, sprawled his long, beautiful fingers over your womb, and you’d tried your hardest to remind yourself to breathe. That you’re a feminist. That you’re more than just this body. That your existence on this planet isn’t purely carnal; even though in that moment you wanted nothing more than to fulfill that primal desire: for him to impregnate you, and for you to carry his child.

“They’re… better,” you’d admitted, and then finally relaxed into his side. 

That was the first of many, and ever since then, you’d known you were done for.

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stupid cupid // sam winchester

pairing: sam winchester x best friend!female!reader

summary: after a run in with a cupid, you and sam are in love.

content: fluff, idiots in love, dean is a pestering big brother, suggestive content, implied smut at end, both reader and sam are down bad without realizing it

word count: 4k

note: happy valentine's day my loves! this was supposed to be a bit shorter, but it all just flowed out once i started. i hope you enjoy, i missed writing for sam.

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You felt a nudge against your shoulder, waking you from the light sleep you had fallen into. You opened your eyes to see hazel eyes staring back at you. Sam.

“We’re almost there.” He spoke lightly, not wanting to be too loud while you woke up. You smiled gratefully at him. He was always looking out for you, always doing his best to make sure you were comfortable, safe. That was why he was your best friend.

“Thanks.” You mumbled while stretching out in the backseat of the Impala. Dean was driving, rolling his eyes at the interaction between you two. In his opinion, you and Sam were head-over-heels in love with each other. He had voiced this many times and had been met with a jumble of arguments against it. There was no way you were in love with Sam. You just felt safer, warmer, and happier in his presence. That was how it was with friends.

You pulled the hoodie you were wearing, Sam’s hoodie, tighter around you. Why was the world always colder when you woke up?

“Why, again, did we need to get here so quickly?” You asked. You and the boys had left from a prior case at an ungodly early time in order to get to this town. The specifics of it all had flown over your head at the time, what with your hazy mind and Sam talking faster than you could register. Sam turned to you with a playful narrow of his eyes.

“You weren’t listening to me?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. You rolled your eyes and threw your head back in faux annoyance. You two did this often, playfully going back and forth with each other.

“I was listening, up until you tried to make some metaphor about Star Wars.” You groaned out.

“You would’ve gotten it if you had actually watched them when I had asked you.” Sam argued back.

“I did watch them.” You lied. You hadn’t, not really. You had only gotten past the first ten minutes before you were asleep.

“You were drooling on my shoulder.” Sam said flatly, reminding you of the morning following his little movie marathon when the two of you woke up cuddled into each other’s arms. You know, as friends do.

“It’s not my fault they’re boring.” You laughed out.

“They’re classics!” Sam gasped, holding his hand to his chest like he was scandalized by the whole thing. You smiled at him, leaning toward him. He could smell the warm scent of vanilla and coconut from your lotion.

“You’re such an old man.” You muttered, staring him in the eye.

“I’m six months older than you.” Sam argued.

“Still older.” You shrugged, leaning back in your seat. Dean groaned quietly, but it still caught yours and Sam’s attention. You both turned to him.

“What?” You and Sam said at the same time. Dean shook his head, staring at the road in front of him.

“You two.” Dean grumbled. You raised an eyebrow. Sam crossed his arms.

“What about us?” You asked. You should have known what he was going to say next.

“You nerds need to bang it out already.” Dean answered. Immediately you and Sam turned bright red. This wasn’t anything new. Dean would say something about you and Sam doing things that friends didn’t do, then you two would babble on about how he was wrong about it all.

“We’re friends, Dean.” You argued even as the image of Sam naked over you flashed in your mind. Sam avoided looking at you, a similar image of you in his own mind. It didn’t mean anything. It was just something that was brought on by Dean’s words, nothing more.

“Yeah, whatever.” Dean mumbled, not believing either of you. He knew his brother and knew you, even if he had only known you for a few years. You were both very obviously wanting each other. It wouldn’t have changed much. You and Sam shared a bed when the motels they stayed at didn’t have a couch. Sam helped you with those pesky zippers on your dresses. You held his hand in your pocket when it was cold outside. All that would have to change is you two saying those three little words.

But no. You weren’t in love with Sam! You loved him, yes, but as a friend. It was nothing more than that. Yeah, sometimes you wanted to kiss him. And, okay, maybe sometimes your heart skipped a beat when he looked at you. That was just how it was when you spent so much time with each other. Once you stopped helping the Winchester brothers, you would drift away from those feelings.

You felt the tension in the car now. The air was thick with it. You watched buildings fly past as you grew closer to town. You realized Sam hadn’t answered your question about the new case, but you weren’t going to ask again. At least, not while you were still thinking about what his hands would feel like on your hips.

----

“A cupid?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows together. You were sat in a booth at a diner in town with Sam next to you, his arm resting on the backrest of the booth behind you. Dean and Castiel sat across from you two and you chose to ignore the fact that Dean didn’t have his arm slung across the man next to him.

“Yes.” Castiel answered in his usual grumble. You frowned at the answer. You and the boys had to find a kidnapped cupid, something you never thought you would have to do.

“Who the hell kidnaps a cupid? They just want love!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands up. Sam laughed at you, watching your movements. Dean and Castiel glanced at each other with knowing looks, but said nothing.

“A demon took this cupid.” Castiel answered.

“It’s always a freakin’ demon.” You sighed out, grabbing a fry off of Sam’s plate. He had gotten extra because you always ended up wanting some after not ordering any. It was just another thing he did to take care of you. What a good friend.

“Not always. I think I remember a vampire beating your ass just last week.” Dean teased. You rolled your eyes at him.

“I had that vamp, you should’ve let me kill it.” You told him. The vampire had, in fact, beat your ass and Dean had been the one to slice its head off. Sam had been the one to carry you to the car even after you insisted you could walk.

“You were too distracted by Sam to kill anything, sweetheart.” Dean smirked, watching as you narrowed your eyes at him. It may have been true, but you didn’t think so. You weren’t distracted, the vampire had just been a little faster than you.

“Do you ever wake up and think, ‘Hm, I’m gonna be quiet today’?” You asked, doing your best impression of Dean.

“I do not sound like that.” Dean argued back.

“That was a flawless impression of you.” You informed him. You looked up at Sam. “Right, Sam?”

“Oh, yeah.” Sam nodded to Dean before looking down at you, smiling. You were smiling at each other now. Dean rolled his eyes and sighed at the sight. Castiel only watched on, head slightly tilted and eyes narrowed.

“Flawless.” Sam said, still looking into your eyes. You breathed out a laugh through your nose before snuggling into his side. The diner was cold, Sam was warm, that's what friends did.

----

This demon was proving much harder to kill than most. It was you, Sam, and Dean up against one demon, yet the demon didn’t even seem to be tiring. The cupid was in the corner of the old, abandoned warehouse tied up with runed roping, watching the whole thing go down. When you were thrown across the cement flooring, you landed in a heap next to him with a groan.

“Are you okay?” The cupid asked, worry in his voice. This angel was unlike others you had met. He had a happy-go-lucky attitude about everything, almost a childlike wonder. You looked at him out of the corner of your eye.

“Oh, yeah, just peachy.” You got out in between gritted teeth. Your head ached and you were sure that bruises would bloom across your right hip come morning. You pulled yourself up to your feet, staggering a bit. Looking over the cupid, you noticed a glint of metal near him.

“Give me that.” You demanded, swiping up the weapon. The metal of the angel blade that cool in your hand, the weight of it a bit unfamiliar to you, but it would have to do. Your own knife had been knocked from your hand early on in the fight plus it wouldn’t have done much to the demon. “Why haven’t you used this?”

“I’m a lover,” the cupid said your name, “not a fighter.” You narrowed your eyes at the angel.

“How do you know my name?” You asked, though it was possible one of the boys had said it. Still, history proving, people who knew your name without you telling them were always bad news. The cupid’s face lit up.

“I know all about you! You and Sam, the great lovers!” The cupid exclaimed and you could have sworn there were hearts in his eyes. You paused when you heard that. Lovers? You and Sam? No way.

“We’re friends.” You snapped before turning away to face the fight before you. Sam and Dean were wrestling with the demon, but even with both of them on her, there was a struggle. You rushed over as quietly as you could muster and leaped on her back. She yelled out in surprise and tried to throw you off, but you had her. Finally, the angel blade was plunged into her chest and she screamed in agony. Her body fell to the floor, you going with her. Your elbow crashed into the cement, scraping the skin open even through your long sleeve.

You heard Sam and Dean scuffle over, Sam dropping to his knees to pull you into him. He brushed some hair out of your face and said your name.

“No more demons.” You groaned out. It wouldn’t matter, the demons always seemed to follow the Winchester boys around, but it was nice to hope. Sam laughed lightly and pulled you to your feet. Dean had gone to free the cupid.

“Thank you!” The cupid said happily, wrapping Dean in a hug. Dean stiffened at the touch. He didn’t hug much. You watched with amusement, wishing you had your phone to take a picture of this. There was no way you were letting Dean forget about this.

The cupid then came bounding over to you and Sam, a bright smile on his face. You handed over his blade, which he took awkwardly and magically stowed it away in his sleeve. You flinched into Sam’s side when the cupid reached out to touch you both.

“I’m giving you two a gift.” The cupid had a hand on each of you. Oh no. A gift. From a cupid. That could only mean one thing. You thought back to what he had said earlier, about you and Sam being lovers.

“No, that’s alright.” You said nervously, trying to push the cupid’s hand off of you. “Really, we did it for free.” Sam furrowed his eyebrows at you. He hadn’t connected the dots like you had, but then again, why would he? He hadn’t heard the conversation between you and the cupid.

“It would be an honor.” The cupid nodded. You shook your head again. The cupid moved his hands from you and Sam. You breathed out a sigh of relief. You didn’t know what had happened, but you figured it could be nothing good. The angel only smiled at you, a bit of mischief in his eyes. You narrowed your eyes and felt Sam pull you in closer to him.

“I’ll be going now.” The cupid announced before the fluttering of wings was heard. Just like that, the cupid was gone. You looked to Dean. He was reacting to your interaction with the cupid just as you had with his. You glared at him and grabbed onto Sam’s arm.

“Let’s go.” You grumbled, dragging him with you to the car. Sam ignored the thought of sitting in the backseat with you. It was silly. You were fine, just a little scrape. But the wanting to be close to you didn’t go away. What had this cupid done?

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“The cupid touched you?” Castiel asked, eyebrows pushed together in question. Once Dean had prayed out to him to inform him of the success in freeing the cupid, you had pulled him outside to grill him about the situation at hand. You and the boys had gotten back to the motel an hour ago. In the time between then and now, Sam had doted on you as he always had, but it was different this time. You felt a pull to him, like you only wanted him. It was as if all those feelings you had insisted you didn’t have for him were getting pulled to the surface.

“Yes! And I…,” you paused, swallowing down the bashfulness of your next words, “I’m feeling things.”

“Feeling things?” Castiel echoed.

“Yes! Stop repeating what I say!” You huffed out in annoyance. You crossed your arms and glanced at the motel room door. You didn’t want Sam, or Dean for that matter, overhearing the conversation. “Make it stop.”

“I can’t. If this cupid truly struck you with his arrow, there isn’t anything I can do.” Castiel informed you. You frowned.

“I can’t be in love with Sam.” You exclaimed, whispering the last few words. Castiel raised an eyebrow.

“Were you not before?” Castiel questioned. You scoffed at him.

“No!” You snapped. “We’re just friends.” You insisted. You crossed your arms, but your mind drifted off to think about Sam. You weren’t in love with him, you couldn’t be. You were friends. Friends who were each other’s plus ones to everything. Friends who knew what the other was going to say before they said it. Friends who would die for each other.

“I’ll look into it.” Castiel promised before disappearing. You sighed out in irritation before pushing the door open to the motel room.

“-every time I look at her!” Sam was obviously trying to whisper this, but you could still hear it loud and clear. You looked toward him and Dean, who were sitting opposite of each other on the motel beds. When Sam noticed you, his face burned red. You weren’t supposed to hear that. You couldn’t know that he was in love with you, even if he thought it was from the cupid.

“You, um…,” Sam trailed off, not knowing what to say to fix the situation. You nodded and went to sit next to him. Nope, not next to him, his body heat next to you was too much right now.

“I know.” You said, moving to sit next to Dean. Sam frowned. Why did you move? He wanted you next to him.

“It’s the cupid, he, um, he did something.” Sam said, stopping himself from reaching out to touch you. He normally wouldn’t have hesitated to take your hand in his, you know, as friends do, but he didn’t think it was fair with the current situation.

“Yeah,” you whispered, looking into his eyes. They were so warm, so inviting. You could just give in, wrap your arms around him and let him hold you forever. You mentally shook the thought off. You couldn’t think like this. You had to fight the angel magic of the cupid.

“For the last time, you idiots didn’t need a cupid to be in love.” Dean grumbled, crossing his arms. You and Sam pulled your eyes from each other to glare at him.

“We’re just friends. When we fix this, it’ll go back to that.” You promised Dean, shoving your arm into him. He stood and rolled his eyes.

“I’m gettin’ a drink. Try not to get your love on my bed.” Dean pulled his jacket on and left the motel room. You and Sam said nothing until the rumble of the Impala’s engine faded away.

“I’m sorry.” Sam mumbled, looking at the ground. You blinked at him, frowning.

“This isn’t your fault.” You amended. Sam looked up at you, giving you a small smile.

“I think I really do love you.” Sam said. It made your heart leap, but the nagging thought that this wasn’t really him talking sounded through your head.

“Me too.” You breathed out. You reached out to take his hand and his fingers tangled in yours. With a tug on your arm, Sam was able to pull you to him. You had been too far away for his liking. Now, you sat in his lap, still holding his hand. You had been here before, sitting on Sam, but that was when there were no seats left in a room. This was different.

“Maybe we shouldn’t…,” You began, but trailed off as your eyes fell to his lips. You really shouldn’t. That didn’t matter. It didn’t matter if this was right or wrong. The only thing you cared about was the warmth of Sam.

“Yeah, maybe.” Sam whispered as he leaned into you. He moved slowly, but didn’t hesitate in kissing you. His lips fit on yours in a way you could have never imagined. It was like you were made for each other.

You drew your other hand up to weave into his hair. The kiss deepened, just enough for you to feel how hungry Sam was for you. You hummed out happily when he ran his tongue along your bottom lip. You opened your mouth to let him in. With the help of Sam, you moved to straddle him. This made it easier for you to press your body into his.

You had boyfriends before. This was different. This was like you had been breathing in smoke all your life and Sam was the first gulp of fresh air in your lungs. Everywhere he touched sparked to life, a multitude of colors in his wake. The thought that it wasn’t actually you, that it was some magical force creating this feeling, stopped coming to mind. You only thought of Sam now.

Sam shifted your bodies so you were laying on your back on the bed, him hovering above you. You pulled him down to you, wanting him closer. The weight of him on you made you kiss him deeper. His fingers moved to unbutton your flannel -- his flannel. They slipped as they moved down but that didn’t deter him. You could feel the air rushing over your skin with every inch he exposed. The flannel hung open now, showing your bare stomach and lacy bra.

With his mouth still on yours, Sam cupped one of your fabric-covered breasts in his hand. He tucked his fingers over the edge, the tips of them just barely brushing your nipple. You didn’t know how it had escalated this far, but you certainly weren’t complaining.

You were trying to keep yourself from floating away by latching on to what you could hear. The buzz of the lights, the growl of the radiator, the purr of the Impala. Wait -- the Impala? You wrapped your fingers around Sam’s wrist, trying to pull him off of you, but he was too lost in you. You heard the click of the lock on the door, and finally, Sam got the hint.

It was too late.

“Oh, woah!” Dean laughed out, holding his hands on his hips. “Would you look at this! The lovebirds finally did it!”

“Shut up, Dean.” You grumbled, even as your face glowed red. You felt Sam pull the flannel back together, rebuttoning it with ease. You smiled at him, grateful for him still caring about your modesty even as his brother teased you two. You wanted to kiss him again -- he tasted so good -- but Dean was still standing there. Castiel was behind him, averting his eyes in an attempt to not intrude on your privacy.

“Why the hell are you here?” You asked as Sam rolled over to sit next to you. His arm, out of habit, wrapped around you. You let his warmth envelop you. You were pissed now. First, Dean had been insistent, despite your constant attempts to deny it, that you and Sam were in love. Then, right when you were about to have sex for the first time in months, the idiot walks in and ruins it all. If it weren’t for Sam’s embrace bringing you comfort you would have gotten up and slapped the man.

“Cas here,” Dean gestured to the angel behind him. When he noticed Castiel still looking at the floor, he cleared his throat. Castiel looked up, glanced over you and Sam, and sighed in relief. “Cas has some very enlightening information to share.” Dean finished, winking at you and Sam.

You rolled your eyes and looked to the angel.

“The cupid didn’t have his arrows.” Castiel spoke. You frowned. What? What was he talking about?

“What do you mean?” Sam voiced the question that was running through your head. You were very confused now.

“The cupid didn’t have his arrows when he touched you two. He had no hand in this.” Castiel gestured to the two of you.

No.

No, that couldn’t be true. There was no other explanation for why you and Sam felt so comfortable letting this happen now. You were friends, or, at least you were before all of this.

“You’re wrong.” You objected. Sam’s body tensed up at your words. Was it really that horrible of a thought that you loved him without the help of something else?

“No, I’m not.” Castiel’s words rumbled out. You thought about this, about what it could mean. You were in love with Sam?

It should make sense, right? You had been friends since the first day you met him. He was one of the only people who actually cared for you, and you for him. It was only a matter of time before you two would fall in love.

Sam was feeling the same way. He had always felt this strong pull to you, but he didn’t want to change anything between you two. He would have rather loved you as your best friend than not at all. But this? This meant that the feelings he had tried so hard to shove away were still there, and you reciprocated them.

“See? All of this,” Dean gestured to you and Sam, “is pure sex drive.” He finished, saying the last two words in a mischievous tone. You huffed out your frustration with the older man in front of you. Okay, maybe Dean was right. You weren’t telling him that.

“Get out.” Sam spoke, spooking the whole room. His voice was strong, demanding even. Dean raised an eyebrow at him.

“What?” Dean spat out, an incredulous look on his face. Castiel held his usual glower as he looked between the two brothers.

“Get. Out.” Sam repeated, his words holding a sense of finality. Dean’s face twitched in irritation. His baby brother, talking to him like this? Then, a thought came across his mind.

“Oh, I get it.” Dean’s face lit up with glee at what he had realized. “You,” he pointed at Sam, “wanna get your fix.” A smile cracked through his face and he walked to the door, pulling it open.

You furrowed your eyebrows, initially not knowing what he was getting at. Then you noticed the way Sam was shifting his hips and pulling the blankets over his lap.

Oh.

Oh.

“Use a condom.” Dean’s final words rang out before he walked out, Castiel scurrying after him.

It was going to be a good night after all.

[dulcescorderitas]

sam’s arm is heavy across your waist, anchoring you against him in the dark. he’s still half-asleep, his breath warm at the back of your neck, his grip tightening every time you shift.

"sam," you whisper, laughing softly, trying to move.

he just groans, pulling you in closer, his nose brushing your hair. "stay still."

"i have to get up."

his arm flexes, trapping you completely. "don’t care," he mutters, voice rough with sleep. "s’too early. stay."

you exhale, exasperated but fond. "you’re impossible."

he finally cracks one eye open, looking down at you with a lazy, satisfied smirk. "yeah? but you love it." his lips find your shoulder, pressing soft and slow. "and you love me."

taglist: @iloveeveryoneyoureamazing @legalmente-loca @bluemerakis @whisperingdaze @cherrygirlfriend @figthoughts @sunsbaby @ambiguous-avery

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valentine ── . ✶ s. winchester

summary: you've never fallen in love before until you met sam

pairing: sam winchester x reader, sam winchester x gn! reader warnings: none really, no use of 'y/n', fluff, pure fluff, going on dates, kissing, title is a song by laufey of the same name, fic is lowkey based on the song, kinda edited; all mistakes are my own word count: 3.0k a/n: wow look at me writing a fic for in time for a holiday! anyways happy valentines day to me and sam winchester bc hes my valentine fr! also is the reader just the projection of my own experiences? maybe... lol but enjoy the fic <33 [heart divider by @bernardsbendystraws ] sam winchester masterlist

YOU DIDN’T HAVE the best experience when it came to love. Scratch that; you didn’t have any experience when it came to romance at all. You didn’t grow up capturing anyone’s attention romantically, which, in hindsight, should have stung, but that was just the reality of your life.  

While other people were getting into their first relationships and experiencing young love for the first time, you were in the library studying or surrounded by your friends (the very little that you had). It wasn’t like you didn’t want to have a relationship with someone, but the people in your high school didn’t capture your attention. Besides, being a kid of a hunter didn’t allow you enough time to stay and like anyone in that capacity. 

You were content with being alone with yourself, even from a young age. You had a morbid understanding that the life you lead didn’t allot a lot of time for living, going from state to state and town to town killing monsters always ran the risk that you wouldn’t come out the other side of those encounters. 

But that all changed when you ran into the Winchesters while hunting a wendigo in the dense forests of Washington. You remember almost shooting one of them when you heard rustling in the thick bush before you heard a man’s voice shout for you to not fire your gun. 

When they made it through the brush of foliage, you were met with two tall men dressed like an average hunter, but what had taken you aback was how attractive they were. You had come across some hunters in your life, but most of them didn’t look like they came off of a photo shoot for GQ Men. You had heard about the Winchesters from word of mouth (some good things, but a lot of bad things), but a key detail they missed was that they were almost devilishly handsome. 

They had introduced themselves as Sam and Dean when they realized that you weren’t a lost hiker on a trail but a fellow hunter like themselves. The three of you worked out what you were hunting, and with some reluctance, you agreed to help them (Sam’s puppy dog eyes really reeled you in and sealed the deal). 

It was hard to focus on the hunt when you were distracted by how much you gravitated towards Sam. In the short interactions that you had with him before the three of you found and killed the wendigo, you could tell that he was an intelligent and genuine person—but you could tell he had his walls up, and gaining his trust wasn’t going to be a one and done situation. But you couldn’t blame him. You were the same and didn’t dwell on it for too long because the three of you were in the middle of a hunt and couldn’t afford to be distracted. 

You soon learned that the Winchesters weren’t that bad to be around, and it didn’t hurt that they were easy on the eyes. You were surprised when Sam asked for your number, but you gave it to him anyway, thinking that it would be an easy way to get in contact with him if either of you needed help on a hunt. 

Soon enough after that initial hunt, the Winchesters (Sam) would reach out for your help, and you didn’t think at all before agreeing—leaving the town you were hanging around and meeting them in the next state over.

You found that the more you worked with the Winchesters, the harder it was not to work a hunt with them, and your growing attraction to Sam was getting harder to control. You had never felt this way towards someone in your many years of living. Sure, you’ve found plenty of people attractive as you passed through the plethora of towns you’ve traveled to, but there was something about Sam that drew you to him and, to be quite honest, scared you. 

Sam was like your dream person come to life. He was like he plucked out of the romance books and novels that you liked to indulge in from time to time and dangled in front of your face—somehow always seeming to be just out of reach. 

Your pining worsened after a particularly rough hunt with a pack of werewolves. You had a deep gash in your thigh from a she-wolf that was enraged that you had killed her mate and threw you into a cement wall, cracking a few of your ribs, breaking two of them, and giving you a concussion. You managed to stay standing until the three of you killed all of the werewolves, but when Sam came to check on you, you practically collapsed into his arms—which would have embarrassed you at the moment, but the pain was consuming any rational thought that was running through your brain. 

Sam acted quickly and barked out to Dean that he’d have to clean up on his own as he dragged your barely conscious and pain-riddled body back to the Impala and patched you as best as he could until you guys could get back to the motel. Dean was quick to dispose of the bodies, and Sam sat in the backseat with you, tucking you into his side and providing you some comfort from Dean’s erratic driving back to the motel. You would have freaked out by being that close to Sam, but the pain was enough of a distraction from the scent of Sam filling your nostrils.

Once you guys got back to the motel, Sam was able to patch you up properly, but the damage was already done. Since you were in no condition to drive and didn’t have anything lined up for you, Sam had invited you back to the bunker with them to rest up and heal. They had invited you to see the bunker a couple of times before, but you never took them up on their offer because you didn’t want to feel like you were intruding. 

You were going to say no, but Sam’s hazel eyes were wide and pleading, and you couldn’t resist the look he was giving you—so you agreed that you would stay with them until you were back at 100% again. And there was your downfall. You had a feeling that you were falling for Sam, but being at the bunker— being in close proximity to him for more than a week and having him basically wait on you since your mobility was limited, just solidified the fact that you had fallen head over heels for the taller Winchester. 

Hell, your pining became so evident that Dean picked up on it and asked you about your feelings towards his brother as soon as Sam left the library to grab your pain medication from the room you were staying in for the time being. You remember your face heating up at the sudden interrogation, but you didn’t deny the fact that you liked his younger brother. 

Dean teased you a little bit but turned sincere, telling you that the two of you would be a good match before teasing you again, but Sam had walked back into the library and given you your pain medication along with a glass of water to take them with. 

Unbeknownst to you or Dean, Sam had overheard your conversation with his older brother. Even though he felt a little guilty that he had inadvertently intruded on a private conversation, Sam couldn’t help but feel relieved that you felt the same he did. But when Dean started to tease you again, he came back to the library, and he couldn’t help the small smile on his face as he went back to researching. 

Later that night, Sam knocked on your door, and you could tell something was up. The air in the room had shifted as Sam’s nervous demeanor entered your room. 

“So what’s up?” You asked him as you sat on the edge of your bed. You were wearing some sweatpants and a well-worn T-shirt you had for years.

Sam’s eyes scanned your pajamas, a smile on his face before he met your gaze—scratching the back of his neck. “I heard your conversation with Dean earlier.” 

“Really?” Your heart dropped to your stomach as panic washed over you, staring wide-eyed at Sam. 

Sam sensed your panic. “Yeah, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to but I heard my name and my curiosity got the better of me.” 

“Oh.” You swallowed thickly as you tried to find your words. But you honestly had no idea what to say. You were mortified that Sam had overheard you admitting that you liked him to his brother, and you were stuck between leaving the room and dying of embarrassment in front of Sam. 

“This isn’t going the way I thought it was.” Sam muttered under his breath before moving to sit next to you. He gently took one of your hands and held it. “I really like you. I was going to tell you soon, I just didn’t know how to tell you.” 

“You just did.” You had finally snapped out of your mortified state and blurted out the first thing that came to mind. 

Sam chuckled at your words, making you laugh alongside him—his laughter was infectious and helped quell the panic you were feeling earlier, now being replaced with contentment and nervous excitement. 

He used his free hand to grasp your chin in between his thumb and index finger. Sam looked deep into your eyes, a gentle smile on his lips. “Can I kiss you?” 

“Yeah.” Your response came out weaker than you expected, but any other thought was wiped away when Sam placed his lips on yours, drawing you into a soft kiss. Your heart soared as Sam’s lips moved against yours in a gentle rhythm. You’ve kissed people before, but none of them were like this—they paled in comparison to how Sam was kissing you. 

From then on, the two of you were inseparable. After you were all healed up, Sam took you out on your first date together to a bookstore that he’d been wanting to show you if you were ever in town. However, you did have some awkward moments here and there during the date due to your lack of experience in the dating realm. 

You and Sam were walking through the bookstore, looking through each of the shelves for something you might want to take back to the bunker and read. Sam was on the opposite of the aisle you were in, and as you pulled a book off the shelf, you were met with Sam’s hazel gaze and bright smile. 

“Hi there.” You whispered playfully. 

Sam smiled wider. “Hey.” His eyes trailed over your face before meeting yours again. “God you’re so pretty.” 

His compliment and the sincere tone in which he said it made your face feel hot and giddy. You couldn’t help but let out a small giggle before clamping your free hand over your mouth so as to not disturb the quiet atmosphere of the bookstore. 

“Thank you. Uh, you’re pretty too.” Your response made you wince internally. You didn’t know how to respond to his compliment exactly, but Sam sent you a wide grin that showed his dimples, and you couldn’t help but mirror him.  

Regardless of how awkward you felt in the moment, Sam made you feel anything but. He was aware of the lack of experience you had with dating and took it in stride. He did everything at your pace, and that made you fall for him even harder. 

Though you hadn’t said those three little words to him yet, you planned to do it while the two of you were out on a date for Valentine’s Day. Yes, it was cheesy, but you wanted to let him know that you did. Sam had planned the day for the two of you, getting out of Lebanon and heading to an aquarium in Kansas City. Then, after, the two of you would get dinner and spend the night there before heading back the next day. So you packed a day bag before getting dressed, wanting to look good for the date. 

It seemed Sam had the same idea because when the two of you met in the garage, Sam wasn’t wearing his usual uniform of flannel and a t-shirt underneath, but wearing a white knitted sweater you had gifted him for Christmas, some medium wash jeans, and a denim jacket of the same wash over the sweater. He looked absolutely handsome as he leaned against the truck the two of you were taking (Dean refused to let him take the Impala for the night).  

“Wow! Look at you wearing something else other than a flannel.” You teased as you walked up to him. 

Sam rolled his eyes at you, but a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Are you saying I look bad?” He joked as he reached out and took the bag from your hands. 

You rested your hands on his chest, looking up at him with a smile. “Quite the opposite actually. You look handsome.” 

Sam flushed slightly at your compliment, pride swelling in your chest at the sight. You couldn’t help but peck his heated cheek before patting his chest. 

“Thank you.” He murmured before pecking your lips. Sam quickly placed your bags in the backseat before opening the passenger-side door for you. Then he got in the driver’s seat, and the two of you were off to Kansas City.

Before you hit the freeway for the four-hour drive, you guys stopped by the store to pick up some snacks and drinks, and the drive was filled with the sounds of the two of you singing to the shared playlist that you and Sam had or of the two of you talking. 

As you got closer to the aquarium, you became excited. You had only been to the aquarium twice when you were younger and when you stayed at a school long enough to go on a field trip. You practically jumped out of the car when Sam parked it, and he couldn’t help but smile at your enthusiasm. 

The two of you walked hand in hand throughout the aquarium, going through all of the exhibits and admiring what the place had to offer. But what you really wanted to see was the jellyfish exhibit. Something about them had always fascinated you, and you had been dying to see them. 

Once you got to the exhibit, you were immediately enthralled with the sea creature, looking at the vast glass wall that the jellyfish were on the other side of. Sam stared at you as the spark in your eye grew, and you looked in awe at the jellyfish. He felt his heart warm at the sight as a contented smile played on his lips. 

You felt Sam tug at the hand he was holding, capturing your attention. You managed to rip your gaze away from the sea animal, only for them to be captured by Sam’s eyes. They looked blue due to the glow of the water reflecting into the room. 

The room was empty, save for you, Sam, and the jellyfish. He pulled you closer to him, Sam’s hand landing on your cheek as his eyes glazed over with love and adoration. 

“I love you.” Sam said as he stared deep into your eyes. 

You couldn’t help the shock and the slight fear that flooded your veins at hearing the words falling from his lips. Although you had planned to tell him later that day, it signified that now you had something serious with Sam and that you had more to lose. 

Sam saw the flicker of fear in your eyes. “You don’t have to say it back now, but I needed to tell you before anything happened. This life we live, it doesn’t–” 

“I know Sam.” You cut him off, placing your hand on top of the hand that was on your cheek. You smiled at him reassuringly before a small laugh escaped you. Sam sent you a confused smile at the sound of your laugh. 

“It’s just, I planned to tell you after we went to dinner.” You explained after answering his unasked question. 

Sam smirked. “Well, it’s not like you said it back or anything, you still have time.” 

“I wanted to be the one to say it first.” You couldn’t help but give him a mock pout. 

“I can take it back if you want honey.” Sam teased as he leaned closer to you.

You rolled your eyes at him before placing your lips on his. Sam chuckled against your lips before sinking into the kiss. 

“I love you too.” You muttered against his lips when you drew back from the kiss. 

Sam smiled wide before pulling you into another kiss, pouring all of his love, devotion, and passion into it. You returned the kiss with as much fervor as he did, but before it could get any more heated, you were reminded that the two of you were in public and pulled away from him. He chased your lips, making you giggle. Sam’s eyes snapped open; it seemed that he was reminded of where he was, and he chuckled. 

Sam looked down at his watch. “There’s some time left before it closes, did you want to look around some more or grab some dinner early?” 

“We can look around some more, I’m not hungry yet.” 

Sam nodded. “We can do that.” 

The two of you made your way out of the jellyfish exhibit—Sam’s arm was around your waist as he kissed your temple before the two of you looked at other exhibits in the aquarium. 

You honestly still can’t believe that Sam was yours, but you were incredibly grateful that he was. You silently thank whatever higher power that was out there that you were able to love Sam and that he reciprocated your feelings. You had a lovesick smile stuck on your lips all night, and Sam couldn’t help but match the one on your lips until the two of you fell asleep in each other’s arms. 

[teddypines]

Aquarium Date

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summary: Sammy and Y/N going on a date to the aquarium after a hunt and some alone time in the car.

Sam Winchester x Gf!Reader, Fem!reader, Dean Winchester x Reader platonic.

MDNI! 18+ if you do read it i'm not responsible.

Warnings: P in V, unprotected, handjob, fingering, teasing, lots of kisses, pet names, dirty talk and a little degrading if you look just right. Car smut.

Note: This is a long one, like long, longest fic i have writen. I just really like Sammy and needed a little more then what tumblr had to offer. I'm a little sorry for traumisising the whale shark and Baby.

Words: 4233

Art/Pictures from pinterest, put together by me.

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The hunt ended earlier than planned, which was overall a good thing, but they still had the motel room for 2 more days so Dean said they all deserved a little break before finding a new hunt. The town they stayed in had an aquarium nearby. Sam thought it would be fun to take Y/N to the aquarium, have a little fun day out, just the two of them. Have a proper date since at least three weeks. Sam even begged Dean if he could take the car just this once. Only for Dean to be difficult about even saying yes.

“No, Sam, you can go by bus or something! You are not taking Baby to an aquarium on a date. I don’t want any hanky panky in my car or for her to be stolen or something.” Dean answered as he looked at Sam and Y/N giving him puppy eyes. “We promise not to do anything dirty in your car.” Y/N Said before Sam continued the begging. “Or for Baby to get stolen. It’s just easier to go by car than by public transport. Please Dean! Just this once! We promise to not do any ‘Hanky panky’ in the car, on the car or to the car. We won’t touch your Baby.”

Dean groaned as he looked at Sam and Y/N, why did his baby brother and his girlfriend have to go on a stupid aquarium date? and why is he thinking about letting them take his precious Impala? Dean sighed and slowly nodded his head. “Fine, but no sex! And at least bring me to the cinema.”

And so Sam and Y/N went to the aquarium, dropping Dean off at the nearby cinema, in the Impala and the promise to Dean that they would do anything dirty in his car.

Y/N paid for the tickets as Sam tried to figure out how they could see everything as efficiently as possible. Once they had the tickets Sam took Y/N's hand and led the way towards the first fish tank. The two of them had a wonderful time looking at all the sea and water creatures. Y/N marveled over the clownfish and other tropical fish the aquarium had and Sam was just happy to see Y/N this happy. The way she smiled and how the blue lighting hit her gentle features made Sam feel something deep inside. She was his and he was hers. Even with all the danger and chaos they faced almost every day. Sam smiled and hugged Y/N from behind as they watched the little fishies.

Y/N liked the hug, but she could feel Sam’s excitement against her lower back. she leaned her head back against Sam’s shoulder and looked up at him. “Do I make you that happy?” She whispered to him. Sam hummed in answer and pressed his lips against her neck. “Owh so happy, darling.” 

“Does that mean I can pick out a plushie in the gift shop later?” Y/N asked, a cheeky smile on her face as Sam let out a small groan, expecting something else when Y/N started to tease him. “Fine, but just one!” Y/N beamed and quickly kissed Sam’s cheek before going to the next tank. One filled a octopus and deep sea fish and plants.

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The two of them walked underneath the under the sea tunnel, hand in hand happily looking at the sharks and the turtles who swam about and beside them. Sam smiled at Y/N and slowly squeezed her hand three times, telling her he loved her. Y/N grinned and squeezed Sam's hand back. 

“Owh look, a nurse shark!” Y/N pointed out and pulled Sam towards the glass. “Did you know that nurse sharks don't have to constantly swim to breathe?” She looked at the nurse shark who swam over the bottom of the tank, nestling into the sand for a nap. A few other fishes swimming around the shark. “No i did not know that, but now I do thanks to my very own tour guide” Sam teasted as he looked at the nurse shark. “They kinda look like catfish, but better” He commented, studying the whisker like things around the shark's mouth.

“Yeah, definitely better than catfish, but lemon shark over nurse shark.” Y/N turned her head to look at Sam and smiled. “But you are better than any shark.” She said before giving Sam a gentle kiss. Sam wrapped an arm around Y/N as they kissed. Pulling away after a little while. “But whale sharks are your favourite.” Sam added to which Y/N nodded excited, happy he remembered her favourite shark. She leaned up again and gave Sam another big kiss. Sam had the biggest smile on his face after Y/N pulled away from this kiss. She was his normal in a world full of chaos, she was his everything.

 “Don’t look at me like that.” Y/N whispers at Sam after they walk a little further to look at some of the turtles. “Look at you like what? Like I am in love? Like I have the most beautiful girl walking beside me, loving me?” Sam smirked as the words he just said registered in Y/N’s brain. She went bright red and covered her cheeks. “Stop~” Sam leaned down and kissed Y/N’s cheek. “Never.”

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Around lunch Sam and Y/N got some sandwiches at one of the outside food trucks and sat down near the ray bay where multiple families were having lunch too. Some of the children marveling over the ray's they got to touch in the little touch tanks. Even a few of the parents and teens were touching the ray’s. One girl even screamed when she felt the slimy scales of the fish. It made her parents sigh and take her away in embarrassment. 

“I kinda get her, fish scales do feel weird for the first time.” Y/N commented as they watched the mother calm down the little girl. “Yes, but she did scream rather loudly, not that I fault her. Dean can scream louder at nothing.” Sam answered before dipping his fry into the ketchup. “Kinda feel bad for the parents.” Y/N nodded agreeing with Sam, but luckily no one gave the family mean looks or was upset that the peace was disturbed for a moment.

“After this I want to touch the ray’s too.” Y/N announced to Sammy. “Do I get a say in that?” Sam asked as a joke. a cheeky smile on his face. “No, I am going to touch all the fishies I can touch. Fish deserve love and affection too.”

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After seeing every show and every fish, shark, turtle, sea star, ray, moon fish and bits of coral did Y/N and Sam step inside the gift shop. Sam looked at a few of the funny snow globes that were on display as Y/N got distracted by one of the biggest plushies she has ever seen. “Sammy? Can I have that one?” She asked while pointing at a big whale shark plushie on top of the highest shelf. Sam followed Y/N’s finger and his mouth slowly fell open. “Ehm…” 

“Please, Sammy! Please! it is like the most amazing plushie ever and it’s my favorite shark!” Y/N argued as she looked up at the whale shark. Sam sighed and nodded his head “Alright love, you can have the whale shark plushie.” He answered and carefully wrapped his hands around Y/N’s waist. Sam lifted Y/N up so she could grab the plushie. Y/N quickly grabbed the shark, already loving the soft fabric and the plush feeling. She giggled when Sam put her back down on her feet, looking like a little kid with how big the whale shark plushie was.

“Dork” Sammy said to Y/N as he placed a hand on her Lower back. “Yes, but I am your dork.” Y/N answered as she carried the plushie to the register. The two of them waited in line and Sam just had to tease her a bit. He leaned forward and put his head on Y/N's shoulder. His arms wrapped around her waist and the whale shark. “Tired?” Y/N asked as she shifted a bit to let Sam lean on her more comfortably. Sam nodded his head, seeing all the creatures and walking around for a few hours tired him out, but he still had a few plans he wanted to do that day. “Yeah, but I'll be fine after a snack and a cup of coffee.” “We’ll get coffee and some snacks at the little restaurant after this.” Y/N as she stepped forward in the line.

Sam slowly pulled back from Y/N and looked around nervously. “Actually I had a different idea…” Y/n looked back at Sam. “Different idea? Like what, drive to the nearest Macdonalds?” 

“Well not exactly. I was more thinking of going to a little to-go cafe I saw around town yesterday and then finding a nice spot to park, just you and me.” Sam Explained his idea, rubbing the back of his neck, hoping Y/N would like the idea. She nodded her head and thought about the idea. “I like that, let’s do that.” Y/N kissed Sam’s cheek. “But first you have to pay for my whale shark.” 

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“You really needed to get something with jam on it, didn’t you?” Sam asked more in a teasing way as he watched Y/N eat an Iced bun. “Like you want Dean to be mad at us.”

“But iced bun, Sammy.” Y/N whined as she struggled to not spill any of the jam in the car. Her lap filled with napkins. Sam rolled his eyes and took a bite of his cinnamon roll. 

The two of them found a little quiet spot by a lake, it’s safe Sam checked. They got chocolate milks and some pastries and the big whale shark was happily laying in the back seat of the car. There was a silence between them but it was a comfortable silence. Y/N finished her iced bun and whipped her hands before grabbing the to-go cup with her hot chocolate. she happily sipped it as Sam munched on his cinnamon roll. Without a warning or even the idea that this could happen Sam suddenly felt Y/N’s free hand on his thigh. It didn’t bother him at all, sometimes Y/N just lay her hand on his thigh. 

Sam knew Y/N loved physical touch, this was her way of showing she loved him without using any words. Sometimes they both needed it to ground themselves in this crazy supernatural world they lived in. It was innocent and normal, at least that is what Sam thought right now. Not knowing what Y/N was planning.

It stayed like this for a little while until Y/N’s slowly went a bit higher on Sam’s thigh. Sam’s breathing hitched a little and he turned his head to face her. “W-what are you doing?” He asked only to get no answer in return and a light squeeze on his thigh. “Y/N we promised Dean not to…”

“Dean doesn’t have to know. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” Y/N answered as her hand slowly went more towards the growing bulge in Sam’s pants. “Besides Dean has the motel room and getting one for ourselves is expensive. Highly unnecessary even. We have the car and I'm on a safe day.” Her hand went even higher up Sam’s thigh.

Sam groaned as Y/N’s hand was placed over his jean covered cock. “But we have to make sure not to make a mess in the car.” Sam said only to turn bright red by Y/N’s answer. “Then you better make a mess inside me.”

“Back seat..” Sam growled before taking Y/N’s hot chocolate and placed it in the cupholder next to his. “Now!” 

Everything was a bit chaotic as the two of them struggled to get into the back seat of the car. Then the elephant in the room, well the whale shark in the back seat, needed to be dealt with. “Soo…” Sam hinted at the plushie. “Leave it.” Y/N answered as she pushed Sam back onto the plushie. Her hands slowly ran over his stomach lower and lower towards his cock. Sam’s hands gently squeezing her hips, liking that he could hold onto her like this, her hip dips making it easier to hold her. Owh, how Sam loved those hip dips and thighs to hold onto. Y/N slowly unbuckled Sam’s belt and unzipped his pants. “Wait, this is okay right?” Y/N asked as she hesitated a bit. Sam quickly nodded his head. “Very okay, sweetheart.”

Y/N carefully pulled Sam’s jeans and boxers down, slowly freeing his semi hard cock which bounced up. She carefully wrapped her hand around it and started to stroke in long and slow tugs. Sam’s head fell back against the whale shark plushie as he groaned. The way Y/N’s hand felt around him was amazing. His cock hardened in her hand as she continued to stroke him. collecting the little bit of pre-cum that was already leaking from the tip. Using it to make her strokes a bit more fluent. “That’s it sweetheart, just like that.” Sam tried to praise and encourage her, wanting her to know she was making him feel good. As this went on Y/N slowly started to grind against Sam’s thigh. Feeling herself getting wet from the praise and the friction between her legs.

“Come on sweetheart, arms up for me” Sam ordered as he let her hips go to take off Y/N’s shirt. His eyes dark with desire for her. Y/N listened and let Sam’s cock go for a moment. She held her hands above her head as best as possible in the car. “Thank you, sweetheart.” Sam purred as he leaned up a little to take Y/N’s shirt and bra off. “There you go, beautiful. all pretty and perky.” Sam said before kissing Y/N’s neck and shoulder, slowly going down over the curve of her breasts. He latched onto one of her nipples and gently started to suck, making Y/N whimper just the way he liked. 

Y/N struggled for a bit as she tried to jerk Sam off again, with the way he sucked her nipples made her mind go foggy. Of course Sam had this effect on her even when she wanted to please him first. “You like that, don’t you, sweetheart?” Sam smirked around her nipple. Y/N nodded with a small whimper in answer. She thought this was answer enough only to gasp when Sam made an attempt at slapping her ass. “Words, sweetheart” Y/N only whined, now receiving a slap on her thigh. “Come on, love, want to hear that pretty voice of yours.”

“Feels… feels good S-Sammy.” Y/N answered finally using her words. Sam smirked again and quickly took off his shirt before helping Y/N with her jeans and panties. It was a bit of a struggle to take their clothes off in the back seat of the car, but they managed. They were lucky that the backseat had enough space for hanky panky.

“Safe day, right?” Sam asked before running his hands over Y/N’s naked body. Her hand slowly wrapped around his cock, finally getting to touch him again. Gently jerking him off, her thumb running over the slit of his tip. “Safe day” Y/N answered. “So no mess.” “Yeah, no mess, at least no mess for Dean to see” Sam teasted Y/N, before moaning once Y/N squeezed his cock out of nowhere. “Don’t kill the mood” She pouted. Sam only laughed and grabbed Y/N's wrist. pulling her hand away from his cock. “Want to feel you too, pretty girl.” 

Sam reached between Y/N’s legs and groaned. “Jeez, sweetheart, so wet for me.” He started to circle her clit at the same pace she was jerking his cock earlier. Making sure to find the spots that made Y/N roll her eyes back and moan like the little slut that she was for him. his other hand was still holding her wrist, enjoying the way she looked right now.

"Sweetheart?" Sam asked, only for Y/N to nod her head as she relished in the feeling of Sam’s fingers on her clit. “Need to feel you.” Sam groaned. Y/N looked Sam in the eyes and nodded her head. “Want to feel you too, Sammy. Please” Hearing these words Sam let go of Y/N’s wrists and took his other hand away from her pussy. Both hands went to her hips and he carefully lifted her up a bit. Minding that she didn’t bump her head on the car roof. He lowered her onto his cock. the tip poking at her clit.

“Want you Sammy. I want to feel you inside.” Y/N bit her bottom lip, not waiting for a reaction or comment from Sam. She just lifted herself up, reached down between them to grab Sam’s cock and positioned it near her entrance. Y/N giggled a bit once she saw the way Sam looked at her. Sam let himself lean back against the whale shark, his hands gently cerasing Y/N’s hips and thighs. Ever so slowly Y/N let herself sink down onto the tip of Sam’s cock. Moaning at the sinful stretch Sam’s tip already gave her.  

“Shhh, it’s okay sweetheart, take your time. No need to ruSH! Fuck! Y/N!” Sam tried to be gentle, but then Y/N suddenly sat down all the way onto his cock. “Fuck Y/N!” Y/N gave Sam an innocent look. “Did I catch you off guard?” She asked. “YES! a good kinda off guard, but still!” Sam answerd as Y/N giggled at his reaction. She loved it when he got like this.

Y/N slowly started to bounce up and down on Sam’s cock, starting off slow and long. Before going faster as time goes on. Sam let out the prettiest little whimpers as he held onto her. The way the fabric of the whale shark plushie lay against his back and the warm feeling of Y/N’s pussy being around his cock made this whole ordeal feel so good to him. Y/N on the other hand wasn’t thinking at all. Sam’s dick reached places inside her no one else could reach. She saw stars and her mind started to fog up again. She moaned once Sam reached up to hold her left breast. 

“Fuck baby, just like that” Sam praised “That’s a good girl. Such beautiful noises.” Sam groaned loudly as he felt Y/N squeeze her cunt around his dick at the praise he gave her. “Agh… Shit, do that again. Come on, be a good girl and squeeze my cock with that pretty pussy.” Y/N clenched her thighs around Sam’s side and her cunt squeezed his cock again. “Fuck, just like that pretty girl.” Y/N placed her hands onto Sam’s chest, needing the support to keep herself upright. Even with Sam guiding her up and down with his free hand. Y/N still felt like she was losing all the feeling she had in her legs. All because Sam was so thick inside her.

Sam started to notice that Y/N was struggling and tapped her thigh. “Sweetie. want to change positions?” He asked in a gentle but loving tone. Wanting her to know her not riding him wouldn’t be the end of things. Y/N stopped going up and down and sat silently on Sam’s cock. She didn’t answer Sam, just staying silent for a moment. “Sweetheart, it’s okay, you don’t have to push yourself.” Sam reassured before Y/N slowly nodded her head. “Please.” Sam smiled gently and carefully lifted Y/N off his cock. To the best of his ability he turned the two of them around on the back seat. Gently laying Y/N down onto the whale shark. Seeing how she nuzzled her head into the soft fabric in a way to ground herself and pressed her ass up a little so he could easily slip inside again. 

Sam helped her by lifting her hips up a little more and letting her right leg hang over the edge of the seats. Sam grabbed his cock and alined the two of them again. “Ready, baby?” He asked, just to make sure Y/N was still with him and okay with everything. “Yes.” She answered with a doopy smile. Sam slowly slipped inside Y/N’s pussy, making her moan. He pressed his chest onto her back and placed his head over her shoulder. “such a sweet little cunt and all for me.” Sam groaned into Y/N’s ear. He started to roll his hips against her, slowly thrusting In and out of Y/N's pussy.

Y/N could only moan as Sam slowly fucked into her. “Sammy~” She whined to which Sam answered by gently kissing her neck, leaving a few hickeys to mark her as his. “That’s it love, moan for me, let out all the pretty noises for me.” Sam growled as he tried to pick up his pace. He put his right leg on the floor of the car and used it to steady himself and to pound into Y/N’s cunt. Y/N felt her legs shake a bit as Sam pounded into her, it wasn’t hard, but it wasn’t gentle.  “OWh… Fuck~ Sammy…” Y/N moaned. “Sammy~ So good.” Sam nipped at her neck and put his hand on the side window. “That’s a good girl. Such beautiful noises.” He praised Y/N when he felt her squeeze her cunt around his cock. “Oh, are you close, baby? Are you ready to cum for me, to feel me fill you up?”

Sam slowly slipped his left hand underneath Y/N and reached back between her legs. Finding her clit was easy with how much it had swelled up. He started to circle her clit at the same pace he was fucking into her, working Y/N’s body to her limit. “It’s okay, sweetheart, come for me. relax and let go for me baby.” Sam cooed, his thrusts slowly getting more rigid. He reached that spot inside her that made Y/N see stars once again. “Sammy! Fuck, agh… Sammy please. Ghn, please.” Y/N moaned and whimpered as Sam continued to fuck her and rub her clit, chaising her high as well as his. “Fuck! Y/N/N!” Sam groaned and before they knew it Y/N came while screaming Sam’s name. 

Sam fucked Y/N through her orgasim before coming inside her. Y/N whimpered as she rode out her high, feeling how Sam was filling her up with hot cum. Sam let himself fall onto Y/N’s back, cock still twitching inside Y/N’s dripping pussy. Both of them smiling as they lay there on the whale shark plushie on the back seat of Dean’s car. The car they promised to not have sex in. 

Sam smiled and carefully pulled his cock out of Y/N’s cunt after a few quiet moments. Pulling out made her whimper even if Sam was so gentle. He carefully pulled away the hand that was on her clit away, only to appear on her cunt again to collect the mix of his and her cum. Just admiring the way it looked. Sam then slowly helped Y/N shift around again and helped her lay down on his chest so she could take a breather, not wanting to tire her out or hurt her by going too fast. “Breath with me, sweetheart, nice and slow, in and out. That’s it, good girl.” Y/N lay on Sam’s chest for a little while, calming down and breathing just like Sam told her. The whale shark behind them is now traumatized for life.

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After getting cleaned up the best way they could and making sure nothing got onto the car Sam helped Y/N get dressed and back into the passenger seat. They went and got new hot chocolates again on the way back to the motel. Sam held Y/N’s hand as he drove, making sure she was okay and taken care of. Y/N could only smile as she sipped on her now cold hot chocolate and watched the road, her mind still foggy, but a good happy foggy.  

The car turned off once Sam parked the car in front of the motel room. “We’re back sweetheart.” Sam whispered to Y/N, who just tiredly nodded. “Want a nap…” She whispered. “I know, love. I’ll get you to bed in just a moment.” Sam answered and then quickly left his seat behind the wheel. He firstly got the whale shark from the back. He opened the passenger seat door next and handed Y/N the plushie. “Hold that for me, love.” Y/N nodded and held onto her plushie. Sam carefully scooped Y/N up and carried her bridal style back to the motel room. Kicking the car door close behind them. 

“Hey Dean, we’re back.” Sam called out as he carried a very sleepy Y/N inside. He gently lay Y/N onto their bed and tucked her in. Not caring about the stay bra that lay over one of the chairs or the big mess in the room. He kissed Y/N’s forehead and then looked at Dean. His brother looked disheveled and his hair even more of a mess than usual. Dean gave Sam a weird look about the whale shark plushie. “She really wanted to have it, okay?” Sam explained to which Dean nodded. “And you couldn’t say no.” 

“sooo… how was the movie?” Sam asked a little unsure about if he wanted to know what just happened in the motel room. “It was fine.” Dean answered shortly. They both nodded slowly, both staying quiet for a moment. “Beer?” Dean asked. "Definitely." Sam answered.

[obsessedwithfictionalmen01]

Celestial Date

A/N: Hey there! It's been a long time since I've written anything!! This is a little idea I had a few days ago I hope you guys enjoy it and just remember English is not my first language so if there's any mistakes please let me know! 🩷

Pairing: Castiel x Fem!Reader (No use of Y/N)

Summary: Reader has a crush on Castiel and her brothers (Sam and Dean) know about it, more importantly they also know Castiel feels the same way, so they play a little match maker game by setting them up for a Valentine's Day dinner!

Warnings: none? i think?

Castiel stared at the state of the bunker, he didn't know how or why but someone had decorated it with heart balloons, heart shaped paper cuts on the walls, a heart shaped pie laid on the kitchen counter. Why so many hearts? He asked himself as he looked around the bunker. For sure this wasn't Deans’ idea, maybe Sam… but then he herd it, your small giggle echoing the hall. This had to be your idea.

“Hey, Cas! You like it?” You asked excitedly, holding pair of scissors and a pink colored paper.

Castiel stared at you for a few seconds confused, that's when it hit you. He didn't now about Valentine's Day. But he knew freaking cupid himself.

“It's Valentine's Day!” you said excitedly as you pointed at the heart shaped balloons around the room. Castiel followed your pointing finger and looked around.

“You do know that's not what hearts look like, right?” He asked with a small soft smile, he didn't mean it in a rude way, he was actually confused.

“I know! But this is much prettier than a real heart” You explained with a gentle tone looking at him, you didn't know why but everytime you stared into his eyes you swore you could get lost in them for hours, a pretty blue color and so many emotions packed in them.

Castiel on the other hand could listen to your voice for eternity, whenever you would start rambling about your newest hyper fixation Cas would be the only one listening, your brothers too used to it dissociated and just nodded. But not Cas, he would listen carefully watching your lips move and voice getting pitchier the more excited you got with the conversation. Like now.

“Valentine's Day is literally the best day of the year, it's the only day we truly celebrate love and friendship, there's hearts everywhere, people buying and receiving flowers… It’s so magical” You said with dreamy eyes as you looked at him.

“Do you like flowers?” He asked.

“Are you kidding? Who doesn't love flowers?”

“Well I understand why humans would find them beautiful but you know they are basically dead, right?”

You looked at him trying not to chuckle, you were amazed by his point of view of life, how he found everything so complex and rare. And he loved how you viewed life, you found beauty in the most simple and small things.

“I'm gonna go and get ready for tonight. Sam and Dean want all of us to have dinner tonight in a nice place near the bunker, they say they are doing it for me but I know they just want to have a drink later and maybe find a desperate girl in the bar” You said with a small grin before you turned around and walked towards your room “See you at dinner, Cas”.

Castiel watched you walk away, his heart skipping a beat when your head turned to look one last tie at him before entering your room. He decided to head into the kitchen where he found Dean and Sam eating a slice of the pie you made, he sat down next to them with a concerned look in his eyes.

“You are going to spoil your appetite for dinner” He said when both brothers looked at each other and then at him. “Oh we are not going out” Dean said with a small grin chuckling. “But I heard we were…” Castiel started before Sam cut him off “No, Dean and I aren't going”

“I don't understand” Castiel said, Dean looked at him and sighed, he stood up from the chair and walked towards him, his hands placed on his shoulders “A little birdie told us you may have a crush on our little sis” He said with a mocking tone “And another birdie told us that maybe our little sister also has a crush on you” Sam continued “So we thought… maybe it's time they both had a chance to have a date, and what better day than Valentine's Day? As you can see he loves it” Sam said with an amused smile.

“She… likes me?” Castiel asked, still shocked. His eyes stared into the table, he would have noticed, right?

“Just one thing…” Dean said before he pressed his angel blade against Castiel's back “One wrong move and I end you” He stated now in a more serious tone. Castiel only stared at Sam worried, this wasn't the first time he felt something like this for a human but this was her it wasn't just any human and of course Sam and Dean's sister which he already knew what it meant.

Castiel took a deep breath and when Dean put the blade away he looked at both brothers with a pleading look “What should I do?”

“Hey man, just be yourself. We know how much you care about her, you’ll be fine” Sam said with a small genuine smile. Castiel nodded and got up from his chair “Thank you” He said to them before he quickly disappeared. Both brothers looked at each other and laughed, they wished they could be there to witness this date.

A few hours later you were all dressed up waiting outside the restaurant for the boys and the angel, you looked at your phone when you felt a presence behind you, turning around quickly you were met with Castiel, he wasn't wearing his usual trench coat and suit. He was wearing a much nicer suit without his tie, the white shirt had a few buttons undone and the black suit jacket fitted his form perfectly. You couldn't help but look at him up and down your eyes taking in how handsome he looked, you were so distracted by it you didn't even notice the hand he was hiding behind his back.

“Hello” He said gently with a small smile, he was nervous but tried his best not to show it. “Hey, Cas. You look very handsome” You said feeling the heat rising up to your cheeks.

Now he was the one taking in your appearance, your outfit hugging the curves of your body perfectly, the color perfectly matching with your eyes which sparkled under the moonlight, Castiel could swear he was in Heaven again. His mouth opened but nothing came out, he was stuck. That's when he remembered the small gift he brought you, his hand finally sticking out holding a beautiful bouquet of your favorite flowers.

“Oh, Cas. You shouldn't have…” You said when you looked at the flowers, your eyebrows arching with a small pout, but a happy one almost endearing. “Well you said that you liked flowers and that that was something people did in Valentine’s Day so I thought…” You stopped him by standing on your tip toes and kissing his cheeks gently

“They're perfect, thank you” You said taking the flowers and smelling them briefly.

Castiel looked at you wondering how was it possible for such a simple creature to be as beautiful and sweet as you, he wondered what he had done to deserve you. His thoughts quickly pushed aside when you took his hand leading him inside the restaurant, you sat at your table placing the flowers on top of it when it hit you, the table was for two, not four. You frowned and looked at Castiel confused “Are the boys coming?”

Castiel looked at you briefly before his hand rubbed the back of his neck “No” He replied nervously, he didn't know how you would react when you found out about your brother's little scheme.

“They had this planned didn't they?” You asked rhetorically. He simply nodded with a shy smile.

“Well since they went through the trouble we should just enjoy, right?” you said with a small grin, the waitress appeared and you both ordered drinks and your food, you knew Cas didn't usually eat or drink but after he became a human he missed savoring food so he tried every now and then.

An hour passed and both of you were having a great evening, you talked about everything instantly connecting in a deeper and more intimate way, you felt your cheeks slightly turning red from the wine you had and Castiel looked more relaxed and happier than usual, he felt like he could listen to your voice for hours and not get tired.

Finally both of you decided to pay and have the last drink at the bunker, he took your hand gently and then walked with you through the streets at night, all restaurants filled with lovers celebrating this day you couldn't help but look subtly at them, which didn't go unnoticed by Castiel.

“You know, angels can feel love, we can fall in love and feel all kinds of emotions but humans… you take it to the next level, you live and love in such a special way. It amazes me” he said, looking at you with a small smile.

“I guess knowing your life has an ending makes everything more special” You replied, squeezing his hand gently. You both remained silent after that admiring the calm night when finally you reached the bunker.

You entered first looking around to see if your brothers were home but no one seemed to be there. You took Castiel’s hand and guided him inside, he sat on the couch while you looked for Dean’s whiskey bottle he hid from everyone. When you finally found it you poured it in two glasses and sat next to Cas on the couch, one of your legs on top of him as you handed him his drink.

“I had a really good time tonight” you said looking into his baby blue eyes, you wanted this night to never end. “Me too.” he replied, placing the glass on top of the table “Dean told me… that you liked me.”

You stared at Castiel blinking for a few seconds, feeling your cheeks turning even more red “That bitch” you replied “Cas, I know it must be weird for you, I don't expect nothing from this you don't have to feel pressured honestly I don't know why he would tell you that I simply…” Castiel kept listening to you when he noticed you rambling nervously he leaned in, finally kissing your lips. You stopped talking instantly and closed your eyes feeling his hand on your cheek gently caressing you, you could taste the whiskey on his lips. You wanted more so you placed your hands on his chest and deepened the kiss slipping your tongue between his lips. A small moan escaped Castiel’s mouth and he took your hips in his hands lifting you up and sitting you down on his lap.

“Is this Ok?” He asked breaking the kiss to look at you, worried you would change your mind. He had his hands now on your hips holding your body against him and your hands were unbuttoning his shirt very slowly “Yes, Cas. This is perfect” you said before attacking his lips again. You both got lost in each other's hands and lips, he was unzipping your dress, his hands caressing your skin, your heart beating loudly and your hands taking his shirt off…

“For the love of God, not on the couch!” Dean yelled, startling both of you.

“Oh my God I’m gonna need therapy after this” Sam said laughing with his hands covering his eyes.

“Get a room!” Dean yelled again.

Castiel and you looked at each other and chuckled, your face hiding in the crook of his neck “I wouldn't mind taking this somewhere more private” he whispered in your ear. And that's how you both ended up entering your room and closing the door behind you. This was gonna be the best Valentine's day ever.

[imbadatwrighting]

𝐒𝐏𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 - 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

⤞ 𝐜.𝐚𝐢

𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐂𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 - 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐰.

[dean never cared much for valentine’s day. it was just another excuse for overpriced chocolate and sappy romance. but then you came along, and now he’s stuck with a stupid crush and a holiday he can’t ignore; fluff]

𝐂𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 - 𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐰.

[sam was going to propose. the ring was in his pocket, the words already on his tongue, but then the hunt went sideways, and now he’s on his knees, holding you and begging the universe not to take away the future he was ready to give you; angst]

𝐎𝐡 𝐌𝐲 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 - 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐥

[castiel may be an angel of the lord, but you’re the one who makes the world feel holy. in your voice, he finds faith. in your hands, warmth. and for the first time, he wonders if divinity was never in heaven, but in the way you look at him; fluff]

Note: these are the first bots I’ve ever publicly made!! Please don’t be afraid to share any off about them! (Especially Cas because at first he was being a troublemaker but I think I fixed him 😭🙏) I’ve never made romantic bots (not even privately) but I thought it would be nice for Valentine’s Day. but again if you notice them acting ooc or weird, don’t be afraid to shoot me a message to lemme know through my asks!! I really want to try to perfect them the best I can. I hope you all have a great Valentine’s Day! 😘

[wendichester]

.ೃ࿔*:･cramps,

summary. sam always takes care of you.

pairing. sam winchester x reader

wordcount. 473

You groan into your pillow, curling up tighter as another wave of cramps rolls through your abdomen. It’s miserable. The worst it’s been in months, and you swear your uterus is actively trying to ruin your life.

The world outside your blanket cocoon barely exists—you’ve been buried in it for hours, shifting between whimpering and cursing at your own body. You’re half-asleep when you hear the bedroom door creak open, the quiet pad of socked feet moving toward you. The bed dips behind you, and then there’s a familiar warmth—Sam.

His big hand smooths over your back, slow and gentle.

"How bad is it?" he murmurs, voice laced with concern.

"Awful," you whimper. "I think I might die."

"You’re not gonna die," he soothes, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. "But I did bring you something."

You peek over your shoulder to see him holding a heating pad and a steaming mug.

Your heart swells. "You’re the best," you breathe, already reaching for the heat.

He chuckles, helping you press it against your stomach before settling in behind you. You feel the warmth of his body almost immediately, his arms circling you, his long legs tangling with yours. He holds the mug to your lips.

"Drink. It’ll help."

The tea is warm and sweet, the floral taste settling something in your chest. You sigh as you swallow, letting your body melt into his.

"Comfy?" he asks, nuzzling into your hair.

"Mhm." Your eyes flutter closed as he rubs slow, soothing circles over your stomach, his warmth completely surrounding you.

"You know," he muses, voice low and affectionate, "if your uterus weren’t trying to kill you right now, I’d say you look pretty cute like this."

You snort. "Flatter me when I’m not suffering."

He smiles against your skin, his breath warm where it tickles your neck. "I’ll do it then too. And all the time."

You shift slightly so you can look at him, his soft hazel eyes already watching you. His face is impossibly close, lips curved into a lazy smile, dimples showing.

"You're too sweet to me," you murmur.

He hums, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "You deserve it."

You sigh, a deep, contented sound, and nestle into his chest, letting the steady rise and fall of his breathing lull you into relaxation. His fingers find yours beneath the blankets, tangling together easily.

For a long moment, neither of you speak, wrapped up in warmth and softness. Then, just as you’re drifting off, Sam’s voice reaches you, low and teasing.

"You know, I read somewhere that orgasms help with cramps."

You groan, smacking his chest weakly. "Go to sleep, Winchester."

He laughs, tightening his hold on you. "Fine, fine. But if you change your mind…"

And though he doesn’t finish the sentence, you can hear the smirk in his voice.

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Intentions

pairings/characters: (pining) sam x you, dean is barely there

summary: after a disappointing call from your father regarding your place with in the family, sam is the only one who can truly understand and offer you the support you need to process this heartbreak

warnings: disowning, strained family dynamic, alone for the holidays, a dad💀

word count: 2,892

A/N: this was a request by the lovely elle (@blossomingorchids), i hope i struck the tune you were looking for. this was SO much fun to write!!!🧎🏻

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The Life was never easy. Jumping from town to town, motel to the backseat of your shitty sedan, diners and dive bars- it was completely contradictory of luxurious. But one thing you could always rely on was the gratification of seeing your family.

After what has felt like months of isolation and constant grind, it was now the holiday season. Snow blanketed the icy ground, framing the view from where you sat on a motel porch, reminding you of such. It had been too long since you’ve seen your family and you didn’t have to reach out to know that your mother would give you a piece or two of her mind in regards to your lifestyle.

You missed her birthday, the more notable holidays you celebrate in the autumn months, and now maybe the last monumental holiday of the year- but you’ll make it work.

Finally, after weeks of hoping, days of organizing, and a quick vampire hunt with the Winchesters, you plan to bid the boys an early goodbye in preparations for visiting your family. Your chest swells with uncontainable excitement at the thought of surprising your mother.

Currently, you nursed the rest of your beer handed to you earlier by Dean and watched as lazy waves of fresh, flakey snow settled on the already icy mounds that coated any greenery turned brown due to a frosty death.

You waited for the buzzing adrenaline from your hunt to drain as you claimed this too cold and wildly uncomfortable patio chair as yours. Sam occupied the other chair and Dean simply leaned onto the hood of his precious baby. You all watched the innocent weather- doing what it does and leading you and all other occupying humans to adjust accordingly to its indomitable force.

The weather almost makes you worry about not making it back to your childhood home- almost.

At this point, nothing can stop you from coming home and seeing the warmth of a motherly glow emit from her smile or seeing the threat of tears in your fathers lids. Maybe you’re setting your expectations too high, claiming your own presence in your family’s home to be too monumental of a regard- but the ache in your chest overrides any fear and settles the homesick nostalgia deeper into your very being.

It was going to be a great holiday.

“How we feeling ‘bout another round?” Dean asks, thrusting himself to his feet from the hood of Baby.

“Count me in,” Sam tips his almost empty bottle, keeping his eyes focused out to the beyond of snow.

“I’ll pass, I have to get on the road soon if I want to make it by breakfast,” you sit up, placing your empty bottle with an echoing clink on the pavement of the sidewalk below.

“Are you sure you're up for the drive? It’s still a good four hours,” Sam said with a raised brow, finishing off his drink, and referring to your hometown just a few hours north.

“Hells yeah,” you scoff a quick jerked smile, unable to contain the simmering excitement. You just loved surprises. “I’ll probably have to hit the road soon though. Don’t want the alcohol to make me too sleepy,” you sit up, pulling out your phone to check the time- 2:32 AM.

“Just be safe, yeah?” Sam asks with a simple and polite smile that he uses to cover his deeper worry of your mental state on such little sleep after two beers and an adrenaline filled hunt.

Before you can respond though, your phone rings with a call. Your fathers name flashes on the screen. The lax expression hardens like oobleck at the slap of reality- why is he calling so late? Your previous restless excitement freezes into a still under-layer of stiff bone.

“Excuse me,” you say mindlessly, standing and walking a few paces to the field beside the motel, swiping to answer the call.

“Dad?” You ask, a subconscious fear that they’re in trouble tearing a ripple in your speech.

“Hey, kid,” his tired and strained voice forces through the call- you can almost see the stubble on his chin from the pull in his voice.

“Is everything okay? Why are you up so late?” You ask, the blizzard of nerves tangling up every overthought under your skin putting you on edge.

“We’re fine, kiddo, all is well here- just…” his voice trails, harnessing something with a weight beyond a few loaded words. He sighs, a heavy puff. “We’ve been talking and-,” your dad takes another simple pause, and you imagine him running a hand down his face with a slight eye roll like he usually does in times of exhausted stress. “We just think that maybe it’s better off that you’re not around for the holidays.”

As if Medusa tiptoed out from the woodwork, your body settled like stone. A heavy, weighted dread that shredded any emotion above contentment settled deep in your stomach and you felt six years old again.

“What do you mean?” The words ghost past your lips without registering their syllables.

“Look, honey. You know we love you. I just think that it’s better off that you’re not around for the holidays,” he sighs, “your mother worries so much for you but- but the longer you’re gone, the easier it is for her to relax. I know that you probably couldn’t even make time for us anyways,” the disappointment cuts deep.

“Dad-.”

“No, I get you're ‘saving the world’ or whatever, but you still have a responsibility with us. Your siblings feel your absence, your mother grieves for a child she hasn’t lost- all because of your need to be self-sacrificial. Your duty isn’t to the strangers you help, it’s to the family you neglect,” his words pour out with a confident slur and you deduce he’s been drinking. “Just do us a favor and don’t show up. Don’t remind us how close we are to losing you or how your absence has left us disappointed in the adult you’ve become. It’s better that you just stick with the life you chose instead of teetering back and forth between suicide and comfort.”

You’re speechless. The words that you’ve queued for retaliation dissolve under his spewing confidence. He is angry and hurt and drunk. You can picture him now- freshly abandoned recliner with a double six-pack worth of Bud’s scattered about the side table. He’s pacing the homey living room that’s frosted with warm holiday decor, probably the only one awake in the house. The house that’s full of your family. Your family.

Your entire family is in that home and you’re here.

Your entire family?

A family.

Not yours, not anymore.

“If you’ve ever cared for us, don’t bother. We’ve anticipated your reckless death for so long it may as well be fate. I love you, kid, but just forget about us like we have you.”

The line is dead before the words fully settle into your bones like the enochian sigil Cas implemented years ago- maybe even replacing it with the force at which it was etched.

Sure, your father has always been emotionally distant and your relationship with him strained, but you never imagined him speaking to you like that. The brutal honesty of his poisoned words have done their damage though, securing all of your doubts and insecurities of your place in your family.

It was a tough decision- you promise it was. You tried college, even gave a normal life the previously proclaimed try, but it didn’t fit. It felt like you had stuck yourself into a fizzy bottle of cola that threatened to spit you out at any moment. It was too strict, too encompassing, and too expectant. However, since you’ve been on your own and riding the Eisenhower roads from troubled town to troubled town, you’ve found your purpose. You’re skilled, stealthy, witty- made for The Life. And it was hard to abandon the path paved for you by your family’s privilege, but it was necessary for you to feel comfortable in your own skin.

Your arm loses its stability and your wrist slacks back to your side, barely clutching your phone in your hand.

The field beyond is wavy with white powder and the quiet that is absorbed by it solidifies your presence. You turn back to see Sam accept a fresh beer from his brother. Dean settles back into his spot on the sleek black hood of his personified ego, uttering unintelligible words with an effortless smirk.

You pocket your phone and cast one more envious glance along the steady horizon.

Walking back to the brothers, your embedded guilt worsens as you feel the shift of energy amongst the trio.

“Everything okay?” Sam asks first because of course he does.

“Slight change of plans,” you sniffle, refusing to feel embarrassed since you can blame the simple act on the freezing temperatures around you. “I can take you up on that other round,” you attempt a casual smirk to Dean as you settle back into your chair. The brothers share a glance.

“Who was that?” Sam asked with a slight tick of his head toward your phone, his gaze latching onto the direction of the pocketed item.

“My dad,” you sink into the previously comfortable position that now feels like a lazy river that’s swirling you down into a nothingness pit of, well, nothing.

“Heard,” Dean nods, kicking himself off the hood and heading back inside to retrieve an ice cold beer. In hindsight, he could’ve left the packs outside on the icy pavement and saved himself a trip or two.

“What did he say?” Sam sits forward, resting his elbows on his knees and slacking the fizzing bottle in his bruised hand- marked from previously saving your ass from the clutches of a blood-drunk vamp.

“Basically told me I’m not-,” your words start with such baffled confidence but quickly melt into heartbroken speechlessness. You sniffle, unable to blame it on the cold this time due to the stray tear that rolls down your cheek.

You’ve confided in Sam more than once about your rocky relationship with your family but it was still difficult to formulate the situation for another to envision.

“Said it’s better I don’t come home. That I’ve only disappointed and worried them with my ‘choices’. I think he disowned me,” the last five words melt out in a guttural despair. The reality hits, the meaning of your fathers words and the implications of them already saving themselves a spot in the newest dictionary. It’s settled. You’re alone.

“He said that?” Sam bucks back in a shocked confusion, his brows furrowed in misunderstanding.

“He sounded so done with me. Like he would rather accept losing me than my ‘flaky’ appearances. Like they’d all be better off,” the words waver your volume, causing an embarrassing sob to rip from your lips.

Soft shuffling followed by a nearly inaudible click of a door latching, lead to Sam’s warm hand on your back. His fingertips curl slightly, causing his nails to trail a short and sweet drag over your clothed skin.

“I’m so sorry,” his words are genuine. They’re loaded and meaningful. You can almost hear your own heartache in his voice but the feel of his palm steadying you settles the second threat of a sob.

“Family is hard,” he starts, his thumb caressing over the wrinkled folds of your jacket that ripple under his influence. “You’ll never be able to please everyone, and you’ll never be able to rise to their unreasonable expectations. I know you,” he sets his bottle on the pavement and uses his now free hand to push back some of your fallen hair. “You’re kind, caring, strong, empathetic. You try so hard for the approval of others and I hate that you don’t receive the respect you deserve for the effort you contribute.”

He’s quick and organized, almost like he’s practiced this before. For you or himself? You don’t know, but crafted for a misunderstood child for sure.

“Unconditional love is the one thing each and every one of us is entitled to from birth but is unfortunately the one thing that’s rarely supplied to us. I’m so fucking sorry that the people responsable for giving you that would cast you aside like this.”

His free hand rests on your knee, almost like he’s trying to funnel the depth of his words upon your skin.

“You’re doing the right thing, yaknow,” he says and you know he’s considering the insecurities you’ve once disclosed with him. “This life is hard and complicated and isn’t made for just anyone. You’re talented and smart and-,” he halted. When you look up, his lips are pressed thin and he’s obviously holding back.

“I’m just sorry,” he shakes his head, deciding to finish his projected rant, his grip on your form stiff but assuring.

The night is still- silent. The tiny crystals falling from the clouds above settled on the frozen blankets with soft clinks and trickles. Icy rain, almost. The sound is melodic.

“I don’t understand how he can default to this- accepting my fate as if I’m walking a damn plank,” you sniffle, wiping away a few more tears that stain your skin with almost freezing force due to the weather.

“He’s hurting,” Sam defaults, “he’s scared and he doesn’t understand. But that’s still no excuse.”

A comfortable but emotionally aching silence settles between you two. Dean’s taking too long with your beer but you remember the click from earlier was the motel door closing, offering you and his younger brother some space.

“Me and Dean didn’t have much planned for our Christmas, we never do,” he scoffs a soft chuckle, “but we can make an effort for you. I know that Dean secretly loves building gingerbread houses.” Sam nudges you softly, hoping to lighten the tension embedded in your shoulders.

You appreciate his effort, you really do, but your fathers words are still fresh. His voice still echoes in your skull, reminding you of all the ways you’ve disappointed them in your life.

Sam can see the conflict in your tense features. You’ve now buried your face in your palm but by the scrunched skin that lines your hidden eyes, he can tell the toll this incident is taking on you. He really hopes his words of encouragement weren’t too preachy but were instead a helpful chant you needed to hear. He definitely knows how it might have helped him when he was hurting badly.

He knows the feeling all too well. He’s disappointed John, Dean, Bobby. Just about everyone he’s looked up to in his life has casted back down a look of disgusted contentment that framed him like a spotlight- showing how his once innocent infantile being was now an abdominal hallmark of the literal apocalypse.

All his life, his skin has felt wrong, his hands moved in a way he didn’t want, even his body ached for a taunting drug that led him to his most regrettable moment, but he always intended good. He always sought felicity for those around him. And he never intended the pain his actions inflicted on those he only wanted to protect.

And selfishly, worst of all, he was constantly misunderstood. Something he wouldn’t wish upon his worst enemy. Hell, even Lucifer had his reasons.

He knew his speech was a lot of ‘self-help’ words you would almost want to cringe at, but he desperately wanted- no, needed. Fucking needed, you to know that despite all of whatever your father said to you, that Sam knew your intentions were selfless and thoughtful. That you aren’t just some dumb kid who took up this life on a whim.

“You’re doing the right thing.” And that. That is what settled with you the most. It’s what you believed, but until now, you trusted no one to remind you.

“Then why does it feel so wrong?” You peak out from the comfort of your own palm again.

“Because it hurts,” he says with a sympathetic cringe. “Because life isn’t fair and acceptance is a curse.”

The crystals continue to fall all around you two. Sam’s firm hold on your knee and repetitive caress on your back keep you steady.

“But I can promise you one thing,” he says with emphasis that implies he’ll continue once you look at him fully. “You’ll never lose us,” Sam means him and Dean out of obligation, but he wishes to specify himself. He wishes to make himself stand out a bit higher to remind you that you aren’t just another hunter friend with relatable baggage but yet a good friend which he shared a profound bond with.

You’re different. He’s different. But to each other, you’re the same.

To each other, you’re worthy of love without bounds, you’re deserving of a microphone to defend yourself with, you’re obligated a benefit of the doubt.

For each other, you’re always there to listen, examine, and determine a deeper understanding of intent and not initial thought.

With each other, you’re whole. You’re beyond a mutual understanding. You’re quite simply understood. And even when you aren’t, there is still the unspoken promise of patience to be understood.

Sam Winchester offers more than you feel you’ll ever deserve. But for him, he fears he could never supply you just enough.

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