#sam winchester x conch shell!reader

[sunsbaby]

❝ uh, wheres the water? ❞

𓂃 conch shell.ᐟreader, aka : coral x the winchesters

all you could remember is small hands picking you up, whisking you away from your place on the sand. and now, you were stood in front of someone, a woman of sorts.

you could feel the breeze swirl around your body, the waves—much like the ones you used to lay beneath—on your head brushing past your face. your body uncovered, the suns harsh rays bore onto your form. your body soaked in the warmth, something you hadn't felt for years. seeing as you'd been kept hidden beneath cool metal and darkness.

before the women scrambled away, she whispered one thing into your ear. "coral..." and then, she was gone in an instant.

you stood behind the impala, bare and confused. where was the sand, the ocean, the shells? your brows furrowed even more when you heard voices coming from the trees. could trees talk now? you turned your body—in all its naked glory—towards where the voices were coming from.

sam and dean got quiet as they approached the car, something seemed off. but, what they didn't expect was a naked woman standing beside baby. dean had half-the-mind to whistle and ask god if he had sent you to him as a payment for all the evil he's ganked; however, he decided pulling a gun on you was more practical.

"who are you." dean demanded, his voice stern and focused as his eyes practically burned holes into yours.

sam stood beside him, hand resting on his gun just in case.

"uh, i'm a conch shell. from your trunk, sam brought me years ago." you stated as if it was obvious—which it should be. "what's that shiny thing, i like shiny things!"

dean completely disregarded your question towards his gun, focusing on more pressing matters at hand. "you're a what? sammy i didn't know you collected shells."

"dean, i was 10..."

you stood there watching their interaction with a curious gaze. you'd heard their voices somewhere—faint and hushed, but you could remember all the times they sung, fought, or even did the dirty in the back. you couldn't see, but your ears worked good. you had no awareness of your nakedness, it honestly meant nothing to you, but as sam's eyes landed on your figure and his cheeks began to heat up both decided on finding you clothes to wear.

back at the bunker, you were wrapped in a flannel all too big for you and jeans you needed a belt to even wear. if it were up to you, you'd stay naked. clothes were itchy and annoying, even a bathing suit would be better.

sam and dean were whispering to each other across from you, were they stupid? you could hear pretty good, so every word they said you understood—well some words. when you heard something about name, you spoke up.

"coral." you said quickly, the mix of letters sounded foreign coming from your mouth.

you were just a shell a few hours ago and now you could talk. witches man.

"your name is coral?" sam asked sweetly, the memories of the beach trip flooding into his mind.

you were the prettiest shell on the sand, and now you were the prettiest girl he'd seen. besides jess, but he didn't let that get to him

"yup! the nice lady named me that!" you practically jumped up as you said that, a sudden burst of energy flooding through you.

"lady?" sam and dean said at the same time, their eyes widened and they immediately knew what they had to do.

find the witch and kill her—sam didn't have the guts to bring you back, and dean didn't care. you were pretty hot anyways. kind of an airhead, but hot.

sunny yaps! HIII I FINALLY HAVE SOMETHING FOR ONE OF MY READERS!! ALL CREDITS TOWARDS OBJECTS-TURNED-GIRLS GO TO @daylighted

special tags! @bluemerakis @dulcescorderitas @h8aaz @deansbeer @titsout4jackles

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 ® 𓂃 do not repost or copy my works without permission!!

[sunsbaby]

❝ sammy, i didn't know you collected shells ❞

❝ dean, i was ten. ❞

𓂃 INTRODUCING . . . conch shell.ᐟreader

☼ left somewhere piled beneath weaponry, conch shell.ᐟreader is a reminder of when sam took a souvenir from the only beach trip he'd ever went on—however, that was when he was 10. . .

☼ baby left behind, and somehow sam and dean hadn't noticed another presence among the one the were initially fighting, the witch left on her own journey to create a bit on chaos into their lives. casting a spell on the first item her eyes landed one—a conch shell, hidden away from the suns rays or the moons light, she felt sympathy. and not even a minute later, that shell was a girl.

☼ conch shell.ᐟreader came about wearing nothing at all, her body was tanned, freckles littering her face. her eyes already scanning the premesis for an inch of the ocean, or even a speck of sand. the boys were in for hell of a ride when they returned. . .

the sound of the coral reef. . .

𓂃 prettiest shell ever

sunny yaps! my user isn't sunsbaby for a reason, IM SORRY I HAD TO!! a beachy object-turned-girl reader? COUNT ME IN!! all credits GO RIGHT TO MY BABY @daylighted BC OMGG this is based on a headcannon that when sam was younger he'd pick up random things to take with him as 'souvenirs' which he just ended up forgetting about.

special tags! @h8aaz @dulcescorderitas @bluemerakis @deansbeer @titsout4jackles

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 ® 𓂃 do not repost or copy my works without permission!!

[sunsbaby]

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༝༚ dean winchester works !

*:･ dw x siren!reader ֶָ֢. pt.2 married!dean

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༝༚ !reader introductions !

*:･ party girl!reader

*:･ beach babe!reader

*:･ angel!reader

*:･ photographer!reader

*:･ gun!reader

*:･ lighter!reader

*:･ angel tablet!reader

*:･ conch shell!reader

༝༚ soldier boy works !

*:･ sb x reader 18+

༝༚ sam winchester works !

*:･ sw x reader 18+

*:･ sw x reader 18+

*:･ sw x reader 18+

*:･ sw x reader

*:･ sw x reader 18+

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