#sam winchesterxreader

[fuiabarcelos]

King of my heart 

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader.

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

Bingo: a reputation song - king of my heart .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The archbishop finally took your crown gently and approached you.   

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

“God save the queen!" Some say.  

"Long live the queen!" Others exclaim.   

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you sure about that, Your Grace?" 

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

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

"Royal Proclamation  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sir Dean, you scared me!"   

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My dear Y/n 

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

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

With love, your Sam” 

“My dearly beloved princess 

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

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

With all the love in the world, your Sam” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Bobby, I saw him. Sam is alive!" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why did you do that, Sam?" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So, now we can live our love?" 

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

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

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

[cyarskaren1999-blog]

fuiabarcelos 

2h ago

Bingo: Taylor Swift Songs

Champagne problems: Is love pain?

Champagne problems: Amar é sofrer?

[alicewonderao3]

Scent

Summary: Orange and bergamot always meant fear and pain.

Pairings: Dark!Steve Rogersxreader, Dean Winchesterxreader

Warnings: attempted kidnapping, hair pulling, bruises.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[sams-kinky-girl]

Sweet Tooth

(GIF Not Mine)

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

Word Count: 700

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[thewnchstrs]

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

[nataliehasanimagination]

Teleportation

Pairing- Jack Kline x Reader

Warnings- None

“Teleport?” Jack asked.

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

“Um, I don’t know,” Jack said.

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

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

“Mhm, go get ready for the hunt.”

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

“Y/N Winchester!” Sam yelled.

“I’m going, I’m going.”

[themind-on-paper]

You’re Safe

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Fandom: Supernatural

Wordcount: 279

It was one of those days...

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

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

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

“Morning sunshine, ”Dean said.

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

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

“Is everything okay Y/N?” Sam asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You're safe,” Sam said right after.

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

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

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

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[fuiabarcelos]

Supernatural (Taylor’s version)

Hello hunters and Swifties!

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

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

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

“Based on the song speak now”

Info: One shot - 1100 Words

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

Song: Speak Now.

2 - Speak Now: By @bi-bard

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

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

Info: One shot - 1695 Words.

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

Song: Speak Now.

3 - When I saw your face: By @seriesxwriting

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

Info: One shot - 2069 Words.

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

Song: Enchanted.

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

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

Info: One shot - 4905 Words.

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

Song: All too well (10 minute version).

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

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

Info: One shot -  2172 Words.

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

Song: All you had to do was stay. 

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

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

Info: One shot - 1627 Words.

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

Song: How You get the girl.

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

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

Info: Series - 13 Chapters. 

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

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

8 - Gorgeous: By @justagirlinafandomworld

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

Info: Drabble - 100 words.

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

Song: Gorgeous.

9 - Paper rings: By @bi-bard

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

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

Info: Drabble - 983 Words.

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

Song: Paper rings.

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

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

Info:  Drabble - 746 Words

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

Song: Peace.

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

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

Info: Drabble - 787 Words

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

Song: illicit affairs

1 -  Head First, Fearless: By @swiftlymoniquesblog

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

Info: One shot - 2048 Words

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

Song: Fearless.

2 - Enchanted:  By @d-s-winchester

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

Info: One shot - 1428 Words.

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

Song: Enchanted.

3 - Speak now:  By @d-s-winchester​

“Speak now or forever hold your peace”

Info: One shot - 1305 Words.

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

Song: Speak Now.

4 - Red:   By @d-s-winchester

“Missing him was dark gray, all alone”

Info: One shot -1048 Words

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

Song: Red.

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

Info: One shot - 2071 Words

Warnings: Angst?

Song: All too well. 

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

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

Info: One shot - 1838 Words.

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

Song: Forever winter.

7 - Style:  By @hellooo-tricksters

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

Info: One shot - 1869 Words.

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

Song: Style.  

8 -  Dorothea: By @imaginestuffs

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

Info: Drabble - 913 Words.

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

Song: Dorothea.

9 - Bloodmoonlit: By @moonlightspencie

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

Info: One shot - 5400 Words.  

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

Song: Glitch.

1 -  I'll Let You In: By @bi-bard

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

Info: One shot - 2490 Words.

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

Song: That’s When.

2 - Shake it off: By @kaz2y5-imagines

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

Info: One shot - 1696 Words.

Warnings: None?

Song: Shake it off.

3 - Bad blood:  By @hellooo-tricksters

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

Info: One shot - 1439 Words.

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

Song: Bad blood.

 4 - My lover:  By @swiftlymoniquesblog

Info: Drabble - 574 Words.

Warnings: Fluff, slight mention of relationship doubts

Song: Lover.

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

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

Info: One shot - 1575 Words. 

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

Song: The lakes.

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

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

Info: Drabble - 866 words

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

Song: Marjorie.

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

Info: One shot - 1231 Words.

Warnings: None  - Warnings described by the creator.

Song: Safe and sound.

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

Enjoy the stories!

To the writers: You are amazing!

[sakuwriteshere]

The Unknown Season - Chapter 1: Awakening

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

Pairing: Dean WinchesterxReader, Sam WinchesterxReader (friendship)

Warnings: None I can think about. Swearing maybe?

Words count: 1413

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

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

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

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

                                                 Chapter 1: Awakening

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So why the room felt kind of familiar?

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

It opened.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"...Bunker?"

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

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

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

"Sammy, are you listening?" Dean asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 2

[alicewonderao3]

Diamonds and Flowers

Title: Diamonds and Flowers

Warnings: None

Pairing: Dean Winchesterxreader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[gleefinn]

Name

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah?”

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

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

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

“Oh okay good.” He nodded.

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

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

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

You turned, “you okay, Sam?”

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

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

“Yeah! I’d love to.” You smirked shy.

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

As he walked away, you stood there in disbelief. 

[sillesworldofwriting]

Different Countries, Different Customs

Title: Different Countries, Different Customs

Chapter No./One-Shot/ Drabble: Drabble

Words: 466

Author: Sille

AO3

Challenge: Halloween with Dean drabble challenge

Pairing: DeanxReader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And when did you start hunting?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Thanks,” you responded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The End

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[nataliehasanimagination]

A Plan

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

“I have a plan,” you said.

“Is it a good one?”

“I have a plan.”

“We’re going to die,” Sam said.

[themind-on-paper]

Save me… part 6

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dean’s looks at you surprised.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So what about you?”

“What about me?”

“You know… Family, Friends, Boyfriend?”

You chuckled at his question.

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

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

“A maybe?”

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

“I only have my brother…” He said.

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

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

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

He has to gasp for air at you last words.

“Girlfriend. Okay, girlfriend.”

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

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

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

“Dean? What are you doing?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tag’s

Save Me 

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Everything Supernatural

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Everything

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Exiled Hearts: How to keep a secret? (2)

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader.

Summary: After breaking up, the hunters begin to disappear. Sam needs to be quick to save you.

Bingo: a folklore song - Exile.

Genre: Angst and fluff - 4989 words

Warnings: Kidnapping, torture, trauma and Sam being sweet.

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

This story takes place between 12x09 and 12x22.

Now, I’m in exile 

You and Sam broke up a month ago and since then you've both been creating strategies to heal the pain in your hearts.  

Sam isn't the same anymore. He has focused much more on research, because when his brain is busy, he doesn't blame himself as much for what happened. However, every time the pain becomes intense, he seeks solace in drink, something he was never used to doing, but after realizing that alcohol uncontrollably increased the number of endorphins in his brain, he started drinking more often. And most of the time, he drank until he blacked out.   

Sam was feeling exiled. You're not his homeland anymore. He didn't know how much he needed you until he lost you and that hurt even more, because he didn't value the incredible woman who was by his side enough. To berate himself, he punched the wall every time he remembered that he never said he loved you.  

Dean, Mary and Castiel were completely preoccupied with Sam's mental state. None of them understood what was happening, because Sam didn't have the strength or courage to explain to his family how much he hurt you. That you left them because of him and wouldn't come back. 

"Sam, we need to talk" Dean wasn't willing to negotiate right now, he would finally get his brother to tell him what was going on and figure out the best way to help him "What the hell is going on? You look terrible, I've never seen you like this! After Y/n left you became a depressive alcoholic, and you won't let anyone help you."  

"Leave me alone, Dean. Take care of your life." Sam was ready to leave the library, but Dean grabbed his arm and pulled him into a tight hug. They didn't hug often, but Sam needed it.  

That was the last straw for Sam to stop once and for all hiding his tears when he was around his family. Dean had always been there for him, if there was anyone Sam could trust, it was his brother. Dean tightened his embrace when he realized that Sam wasn't going to stop crying any time soon and was willing to stay there for as long as it took.    

When Sam was finally ready to let go of his brother, they sat down on the sofa.  

"What happened between you and Y/n?" 

"I was horrible to her" He wiped away his own tears, feeling ashamed of having been so vulnerable in front of someone, but what he was about to admit embarrassed him more "She and I kissed the day we escaped from prison. We started dating that day, but I asked us to keep it a secret."  

"Why did you request that?"  

"I couldn't bear the thought of having her as just a friend, but I couldn't let happen to her what happened to all the people who were once important to me. So, I thought that if we kept it a secret, she'd be safer."   

"Did you tell her the real reason you asked her to do this?" Sam shook his head negatively.  

"Y/n was tired of us trying to protect her all the time because she was a novice hunter, I thought she'd get angry if I told her the truth. So, I told her that you and Mom wouldn't like the idea of us dating because of work" Dean secretly rolled his eyes at his brother's actions, but Sam had been judging himself internally for a long time, Dean didn't need to do that "I was too radical. Every time we slept together, I left her alone for fear that you'd get suspicious because I was always leaving her room. I never took her on a date. I never said that I loved her, because I thought that if I said that the next day, she'd be dead. That wasn't the relationship she wanted to have with me, she didn't like all that... and neither did I, but I thought we'd get over it, because the important thing was to be together." 

'Why didn't you ask her to stay when she left Jody's house and tell her all this stuff, you're telling me now?"  

"I've hurt her too much, Dean. I want her to be happy and I couldn't make her happy."   

"Sam, you made a mistake, but what makes you a better person is whether you persist in your mistake or use it to improve. You can still make her happy, because no matter what, you still love each other, you can still start again."   

You were going through the same situation as Sam, but instead of resorting to drink, you directed your frustration at hunting. Bravely, you worked a few cases on your own, although all of them didn't end well, leaving you with multiple injuries. You didn't mind any of them, because the wound in your heart was much more painful, and the adrenaline was a necessary distraction to make you feel better. 

You had just got out of the shower and were trying to pay attention to the movie you were watching, but every time the main couple had a romantic moment, you remembered all the plans you had made for your relationship with Sam, all the places you wanted to go with him or all the kisses you didn't have because you were in public. Soon you were crying again, thinking about how things could have been different and how much you wished this relationship had worked out, because you love Sam too much.   

You were feeling exiled.   

All these bad feelings had to be put aside when your phone started ringing. It was Jody.  

"Hi, Y/N! How are you?" 

"Not very well, but I'll stay" You hadn't told Jody the reason for your fight with Sam that day, but she knew he was the reason for your sadness.   

"You told me you were focusing on work. My new friend asked me to help him with a case, but my life as a sheriff conflict with my life as a hunter, so I thought you might be interested."  

"Sure, Jody."

Jody explained all the information her friend had given her, including his description. His name was David, he's a very handsome man who certainly attracts attention and he treats you very well, it's as if he knows your tastes and tries to please you constantly, without losing his professionalism.  

You were at the party where all the victims used to go before they died analyzing any suspicious activity, but so far nothing.  

"Do you want to dance?" David asked.  

"I'm sorry, I don't like it very much."  

"Come on, please. I promise it'll be fun." You weren't in the mood to argue, so to avoid further insistence, you accepted. 

You had been dancing together for a few minutes when your heart almost stopped as soon as you saw Sam in the corner of the hall staring at the two of you. How long had he been there? He's probably thinking that you replaced him too quickly. You wanted to run up to him and explain that it wasn't like that, but you remembered that you didn't have to explain yourself to him.  

David made a joke in an attempt to lighten your mood, you laughed to make yourself look cool, but the joke wasn't that funny. Sam knew that even though that guy had his arms around you, he made you uncomfortable.  

You took a deep breath in an attempt not to let the tears flow. Having only half of Sam was unpleasant and frustrating, but having nothing was torture. You thought it might be impossible to forget him, Sam thought the same thing about you.  

When the song finally ended, you simply left the party, leaving David alone and confused.  

David still had a job to do, he couldn't let you go. 

"Y/N! Where are you going?" David shouted as I ran after you.  

"I can't stay in there any longer. You can finish the job yourself."  

"If I could, I wouldn't have asked Jody to help me" He managed to get you to stop running "What happened?"  

"My ex is in there. I can't look at him without feeling like crying." In other circumstances you wouldn't have told a coworker anything, especially one you'd just met, but you were too vulnerable to try to be strong.  

"It's okay, I understand. I also ended a relationship recently and I feel the same way. I'll take you home." 

"No need, I'll go by myself." 

"I don't think that's a good idea. The people who came to this party died, remember?"  

You agreed with him and accepted the ride. His car was a few meters from the party, and you walked in silence to it. David was very kind when he opened the door for you. 

You explained the way to the hotel to him, but you had already been in the car longer than you should have been. You questioned David and he said that he had to change the route because the GPS indicated that the road you were supposed to take was under maintenance. However, 5 minutes later you saw the sign indicating the city boundary.  

"Change of plans. I'm taking you somewhere else, darling."  

You couldn't react, David had pressed a button that made the car's dashboard spray white smoke in your direction. Your vision blurred and you tried to open the car door to jump out, but it was locked. You started to feel sleepy, and your eyes got heavy, then everything went dark, and you fell unconscious. 

You are my crown 

When you woke up, there was a very strong light over your eyes that made you open them very slowly. You were in a completely white room, wearing cotton clothes of the same color that were clearly not the same as the ones you were wearing when you went hunting with David.  

You tried to get up, but you were tied to the bed. You felt something strange in your hand, there was medication being transported into your veins and it hurt a lot. Were you in hospital? It would be much better if you were, but when the door opened, Arthur Ketch came into the room along with the guy who brought you here. 

"I see you're finally awake. How are you feeling?" Ketch asked.  

"What am I doing here? What's this you're injecting into me?"  

"David here did a good job of bringing you here, didn't he?" He complimented David and then dismissed him to be alone with you "We were going to go after Jody Mills first, but when she mentioned you, we saw it as an opportunity. You weren't on our radar of American hunters. Sam did a good job of keeping you a secret."  

In his mind, things seemed to make more sense. And if Sam didn't want to announce to the world that you were together to protect you from the bad things that would probably come after you just to shake him up, but that doesn't make sense to you, the boys tried to give the British a chance, even after they had tortured Sam.  

Ketch seemed to have read your mind when he spoke: 

"We and the Winchesters had a business problem. You know, we were having a lot of disagreements and difficulties bringing them over to our side."  

"Of course, your thinking is sick! You killed Magda, who was an innocent girl, for example." You had the chance to meet her, so when you found out that the British had killed her, you were enraged.  

Even with all this, the boys tried to give them a chance, but now you realize that they were only manipulated.  

"She wasn't innocent!" Ketch seemed to get quite annoyed with his comment "We're teaching a lesson to the hunters who didn't agree to work with us. It's very frustrating that all the good hunters are on the Winchesters' side, but now there won't be any left!" 

That information made his hands freeze. How did they have the guts to murder people so coldly? You thought their goal was to save people, when in fact the world was supposed to be saved from them. They were the real monsters you were looking for.  

"But we managed to bring a great huntress to our side. Mary Winchester was our brainwashed guinea pig and it worked! She's doing a great job of eliminating the hunters."  

"Is that what you intend to do to me? Brainwash me?" The boys were probably in too much pain watching their own mother murder the people they helped, and you certainly didn't want any part of it.  

"No, no. You're not an experienced hunter. Let's try something else on you." He approaches you and carelessly pulls the needle, which was transferring the medication, out of your hand. The door opens again, revealing other British men of letters, some armed "We need more hunters on our side, let's find out if we can turn normal people into great hunters, especially without that thing you call empathy."  

It was 15 days of shocks, invasive medication, exposure to high and low temperatures, sleep deprivation and simulated danger. In the first simulation, you had to fight two vampires with no weapons. They were just holograms, but they looked very real.  

This experiment broke your mind 

Sam and the other hunters were preparing to raid the British men of letters' hideout.  

It had been two weeks since he saw you dancing with another guy, that scene still hurt in his heart, but he had to be taken out of his "exile" by force to save the other hunters from the British.  

"You didn't call Y/n? She may not be that good in the field yet, but she's got great strategies," Dean asked Jody.  

"I tried, but she won't pick up and she won't answer my messages" Sam stopped what he was doing to understand the situation.  

"I thought she was just ignoring me. I've been trying to talk to her for two weeks, ever since I saw her at a party with a guy" Sam said the last sentence, saddened by the memory.  

"What? You saw her with David?" Jody looked shocked that Sam had thought you and David had something "He's a new hunter friend, I called Y/n to help him on a case. She's started working alone since you broke up. If I'd known you were solving the same case, I'd have asked you to help him." 

"There was no case! Dean took me there to try and cheer me up."  

"We've never left a party so quickly. We stayed for 15 minutes" Dean made an unnecessary comment. He clearly wanted to stay longer at the party.  

Sam's body froze as a great possibility crossed his mind. His heartbeat accelerated, like a deafening drum resonating in the deepest recesses of his feelings, as he tried to assimilate the possibilities of you being in danger or something worse. 

"Bevell, you said Y/n wasn't on their radar" Sam glared at her, Dean quickly rushed over to his brother to restrain him in case he lost control of his emotions.  

"She wasn't" Sam didn't believe a word Bevell said, he'd hated her since the day she kidnapped him, he wouldn't spare her if she was lying now. He was ready to confront her when Mary, who was tied to a chair after trying to kill Jody, let out a frightening laugh, making it clear that she knew something.  

"Ketch loved hearing the story of how you broke her heart, honey" Sam tried not to get angry with his mother, after all she had been brainwashed, but seeing her mocking and laughing at the whole situation while you were probably suffering or could be dead, left him with a bitter taste of sadness and indignation.  

Sam could stay there and demand that his mother talk, but that would take too long. So, he organized all the hunters to leave in less than five minutes. He wouldn't leave until all the British men of letters were dead and you were in his arms, safe. 

Tragically, three of the six hunters who helped attack the British hideout lost their lives. However, the operation managed to eliminate all the enemies, including the leader, Dr. Hess. Sam, however, continues to struggle with the alarming revelations she has told him, especially the news that Lucifer is on Earth. In addition, her words about your supposed death kept being heard in his mind, dominating all other thoughts.  

The three survivors were acting urgently to get away from the place, as bombs were about to explode everywhere. If it had been up to Sam, he would have chosen to sit on the ground and let the tears flow, begging for someone to bring you back, but neither Jody nor Walt would let him do that. Jody would certainly offer him her support and maybe a hug when they were safe, but now they needed to get out of there.   

As they ran, Sam heard a noise that sounded like crying, but it was too low for him to be sure.   

- Did you hear that? - Walt asked. Both Jody and Sam agreed.   

They could have ignored it, after all the bombs were about to explode, but they thought it might be another hostage. They quickly began to look for where the crying was coming from, but without leaving each other's side, they had already lost half the team. Until Walt finally manages to break down another door, he finds a man desperately trying to find a gun and a woman on the floor, stuck and crying.  

Sam rushes into the room and his heart nearly leaps out of his chest when he sees that the woman on the floor crying was you. You were alive. 

"What have you done to her?" The three of them point their guns at the man who conducted the experiment on you.   

"They asked me to test an experiment on her with the aim of perfecting the skills needed to hunt without the need for experience and training. Technically, it would turn normal people into well-trained hunters in a short time, increasing their performance and courage."  

"She doesn't look brave at all," Jody comments.  

"The problem is that the experiment went wrong. It ended up reviving her traumas and making her mentally fragile. She's even afraid of her own shadow."   

Sam became angry, his anger only increasing when he saw the crash chair in the corner of the room. He wanted to pull the trigger on that man's head, but that would only worsen your mental condition, you had already been through a lot in that room. Sam walked over to you and crouched down to your height.  

"Y/n" He tried to touch your arm, but you slapped his hand away and shrank further into the corner. 

"Stay away from me" The man was right, what they did to you really messed with your mind, Sam has never seen you so scared.  

"My sweetheart, it's me Sam. Look at me, please. I won't hurt you, I promise." You were really scared, but his voice conveyed a certain comfort and reassurance, making you feel a little safer. Then you finally looked at him.  

"Sam..." You said, thrilled to see him there saving you. You practically jumped into his arms, wrapping him in a tight hug. Sam held on tight and left a gentle kiss on your forehead.  

"We have to go, Sam," Jody shouted.  

Sam tried to lift you up, forgetting the chain on your wrists. He was moving faster and faster to get you out of there, even though he wanted to give you the minimum of reassurance, it was difficult with so much pressure.   

"Where's the key?" He shouted at the man who still had guns pointed at his head.  

"Ketch hid it in his locker" He pointed to the lockers next to him "Number 598, but I don't know the password." 

Sam ran to check the lockers and see if he could guess the password, but was frustrated when he saw that the password had 5 digits, there were thousands of possible combinations, he couldn't guess it. When Sam looked at you, he saw that you were curled up and crying again, so he ran over to you and sat down next to you, putting your head on his chest.  

He wouldn't leave your side and he wouldn't leave without you.  

"Sam, what are you doing?" Jody shouted again, not believing what he was seeing.   

"Lock that idiot in that room and get out of here!" Jody was ready to protest and demand that Sam get up, but she knew that Sam was strong enough to get you both out alive. Walt and Jody threw the man into a small room, put one of the cupboards in front of the door so he couldn't get out and then ran out of there.   

"Sam, you can't stay here. Get out, please" You were still crying, not wanting Sam to die because of you. 

"I'm not going anywhere, I'm staying by your side this time. If I have to, I'll die with you and everyone will know how much I love you." Suddenly, the fear didn't seem so bad. You snuggled closer into Sam's lap, put your head on his chest and held one of his hands. He rested his head on yours and stroked your hair "I love you so much" he whispered.   

"I love you, Sam."  

You closed your eyes waiting for your imminent death. Neither of you wanted to die, but if it was going to happen, you should die together in each other's arms. You heard a loud noise and thought the bombs were going off, but death didn't come, when you opened your eyes you saw Jody had come back and opened the door with force, she ran to the closet.  

"I found Ketch's cell phone in one of the rooms I passed, the password is on it" She quickly typed the password into the cabinet panel, rummaged through things and finally found the key. Jody threw it to Sam who hurried to get you out of the chains. Fortunately, you managed to get out of that place before the bombs exploded. 

You were walking alone, even after receiving several warnings from Sam not to do this, through the corridors of the bunker. Some of the lights were already off, as it was getting late, so you were using the flashlight on your cell phone to guide you. You were looking for the book you were reading, but you couldn't remember where you had left it. Your hands were shaking a little, but you tried to convince yourself that everything was fine.  

You entered a room that you believed to be the same as the one Sam and you had spent together reading. The minutes it took you to find the light switch were nightmarish, you felt like all that darkness was ready to tear your body apart, but you breathed a sigh of relief when you finally managed to turn on the light.  

You quickly looked around the room for the book, but the only thing you found was a human skeleton. You knew it wasn't real, it was just an object of study and decoration, but the fear inside you consumed all your rationality and activated your survival instinct.  

A loud noise consumed the room as the door closed on its own, this had happened several times before when the bunker's ventilation system was too strong, but it was enough to send you into a state of panic. 

You screamed for help, many, many times, because you couldn't control your screams. That skeleton looked like it was going to run up to you and chew all your flesh off. Your hands began to shake and you broke out in a cold sweat, your breathing was labored and seemed like it would stop at any moment and your heart was beating faster by the second. You kept screaming and crying until you felt Sam's strong arms around you.  

"Honey, what happened?"  

Dean was there too and only lowered his gun when he was sure there was nothing hurting you.   

"He's after me" Your brain had completely forgotten that it was just a fake skeleton. The boys looked where you were pointing and were sure that the situation was getting out of hand.  

"Y/n, it's just an object, it's not going to get you" Sam wrapped his arms around you and left a kiss on your forehead to calm you down. Sam and Dean had already noticed that Sam's presence reduced your despair, and he made a point of staying by your side the whole time to make you feel safer.  

"How did you end up here?" Dean asked. 

"I was looking for the book I was reading, I think I made a mistake." you explained as you snuggled closer into Sam's arms.  

When you calmed down, Sam took you to your room, made up your bed while you put on your pajamas and lay down with you. He gave you the medicine you were using to sleep, because even that was something you were afraid of, and read it to you quietly until he was sure you were asleep in his arms.  

There were long days like that, you were so scared that you thought the world was made up of shadows that were ready to swallow you up, but finally you received the news that Dean had found a cure in one of the ancient books of the men of letters. The boys were confident that it would work, after all, they had succeeded in curing Mary.  

"You need to relive your good memories," Dean explained.  

"How am I going to do that?" 

"When my mother was brainwashed, she was stuck reliving her own memories. We've found a way to do it with you, without suffering and that will only last 30 minutes, that's enough."  

You agreed and the boys began to prepare everything.  

It was the most comforting experience you've ever had. You relived a part of your childhood, the years you spent helping your mother make clothes, the days you set aside to play with your dead dog, but what intrigued you most was how many memories you relived after meeting the boys. And even though you didn't like Sam's relationship conditions, you had a lot of good memories.  

When the 30 minutes were up and you came back to reality, the boys quickly brought the skeleton close to you to see if it had worked out.  

"I think being scared of it was the most embarrassing thing I've ever done" They sighed with relief and laughed at your remark. 

Sam had sent you a message asking you to meet him at the lake in the forest behind the bunker; you even asked why, but he said it was a surprise. If you were still numb from the effects of the experiment they'd done on you, you certainly wouldn't have been able to stay in this forest for long, even with the sunlight illuminating it, but now this place gave you peace and comfort.  

You found Sam sitting on a checkered blanket arranging the food he had brought in a picnic basket. And it was then that you remembered that the first date idea you had suggested to him was a picnic by the side of the lake.  

He remembered...  

"Did you prepare all this yourself?" The sun shone on his face, and he immediately flashed an adorable smile when he saw you.  

"Yes, I prepared your favorite snacks: chicken sandwich, yogurt with fruit, lemon pie..." He said as he showed you everything he had made. 

"That's incredible, Sam. Thank you so much" You sat down next to him.  

You sat in silence for a few minutes, looking at the lake ahead and watching the ducks swim by. Being silent with him has never been uncomfortable, but now it felt like you were both trying to say things, but you just didn't have the courage.  

"Y/n... I waited until you were healed to talk to you, it didn't seem fair to broach the subject with you in that situation" He sighed "I didn't like hiding our relationship either, but I felt it was necessary to keep you safe, but I was wrong. I thought I was protecting you, when in fact I was hurting you. I'm sorry." 

"You should have told me this, I would have understood and we could have found a better solution." 

"I know, you're right" Sam looked at you and held your hand "I just didn't want to lose you, but I did anyway.  

"It's never too late to start again," you said as you put your hand on his cheek. Sam was smiling.  

"Are you willing to give me another chance? We can do the right thing this time." 

"Sam, you were willing to die by my side and in the last few days you've looked after me so much. I couldn't ignore that. I believe in us, we can use our mistakes to improve."  

"You're incredible and I felt like the worst person in the world when I hurt you." Their faces were inches apart and you could feel your stomach turn as Sam ran his hand down the back of your neck until he reached your hair and gently grabbed it "I love you so much, baby."  

"I love you, Sam" Your lips finally came together and you felt the same emotion and desire you felt the first time he kissed you. Starting again wouldn't be easy, but you were both willing to face it and, this time, everyone would know it. 

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The Unknown Season - Chapter 4: Baby

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

Pairing: Dean WinchesterxReader, Sam WinchesterxReader (friendship)

Warnings: None I can think about. Swearing maybe?

Words count: 1836

A/N: English isn’t my first language and it’s been way too long since I wrote in English so I deeply apologize for any grammar mistake/error. Once again, feedback are greatly appreciated.

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

Chapter 3

                  ��                          Chapter 4: Baby

It has been a few days already since you woke up here. You and Sam spent most of your days in the library, reading and looking for something even though you didn't know what. As always, Dean wasn't around, it seemed like he was avoiding any contact, ignoring your presence. 'Ignorance and distance', you thought bitterly 'That's how Dean Winchester works.' It hurt, you liked both brothers, yet you were a Dean girl, feeling more connected to his character than you were to Sam's and even without hoping to fell in love, you hoped at least he would be friendly. In the TV show he was nice with the civilians they were rescuing, why couldn't it be the same with you?

Frustrated, you closed the book in an angry gesture. The sound resonated in the silent room and Sam's surprised eyes found yours.

"I need some air." You simply said as you stood up from your chair and walked away.

The Bunker was bigger than you thought and while you got used to find your way inside, some parts were still unknown. You walked through the long corridors without thinking. After a while you had to admit it, you were lost. Every wall were the same, same blank walls, same wooden doors, same tiles. Fucking Bunker! You turned left then right and right again and for once something was different; a metallic door stopped you. Maybe you've finally found a door that lead outside. Some fresh air, you didn't realize it until now, but you craved for it. You pushed the door and winced at the creaking sound that disturbed the silence around you. The room behind the door was completely dark and for a second you were scared to enter. Your hand patted the wall next to you and soon you found the light switch, you flicked it open and the lights popped up and then you realized where you were: the garage.

You walked between all the cars that were parked, a beautiful collection if you were honest. You stopped in your track when you saw her, holding your breath as soon as your eyes fell on her. She was beautiful, more than you could ever imagine. The Impala. The third main character of the show in your eyes. The light reflected on the shiny black color, she was in perfect condition, not even a trace of dust, Dean took good care of her, indeed.

With hesitant steps you came closer and stopped when only a few inches separated you from the beauty. Your eyes roamed over the car as a genuine smile graced your lips, you couldn't believe it. A strange feeling surrounded you, you felt at peace as if you were finally coming home.

"What are you doing here?" The gruffy voice gave you a start and you snapped your head in its direction.

Dean was standing a few feet from you, his eyes as cold as ever.

"I'm sorry. I-I got lost a-and," you stuttered before looking back at the car. The fear you felt at Dean's presence vanished and you smiled again. "She's beautiful." You whispered, in a loving tone.

Dean raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms upon his chest as he watched carefully your every move. You could sense how protective he was about his car and after a short moment you lifted a hand, your fingertips almost brushing the cold metal but not quite.

"Can I?" You asked in a whisper, afraid he would scream at you for even thinking about touching her.

He seemed to think about it for a second and you smiled when you saw his head nodding once, giving you a silent permission.

You bite your lower lip as your fingertips touched the hood of the car. The smile you had grew bigger as seconds passed and you felt like a kid playing with her presents on Christmas. In your peripheral vision you noticed Dean's body tense then relax but you were more interested in the car than in him.

A gasp left your lips as the familiar cold sweat appeared in the back of your neck. Both of your hands rested against the driver's doors as you tried to keep a standing position while everything around you started to swirl.

"Y/N?" You heard Dean calling your name but images flashing in front of your eyes had all your attention. You could see the brothers sitting in the front seat as if you were sitting in the backseat. Again, you recognized images from the show; the brothers were laughing and arguing. You recognized the famous episode where they were in a pranks war as your heart started to beat faster. Another gasp left your lips as the scenery changed; it was dark outside, and you felt a pang in your chest as you noticed the handprint against the backseat window. More images flew in front of your eyes, sad and bloody ones before you felt a single tear slide against your cheek. You closed your eyes as strongly as you could, you wanted the feeling to disappear, you couldn't bare it anymore.

"Hey! Come on, open your eyes!" You did as you were told and all you saw were green worried eyes.

You felt Dean's strong grip on your shoulders as your heartbeat calmed down.

"I'm good. I'm fine." You patted Dean's chest before pushing him gently.

"You sure?" He asked as you started to walk away. For an unknown reason you couldn’t stay here. You didn’t need to explain him what happened, the boys were used to see you having a blackout within the previous days.

"Don’t worry. I'm like your car, I'm unbreakable." You said without thinking and exited the room.

Dean head snapped in your direction at your words and he could only stare at you with wide eyes and his mouth slightly opened, frozen in place.

Later that day, the three of you were eating silently in the kitchen. Lunch time was the only time of the day you had the honor of having Dean near you, willingly. Usually, Sam would talk to you to ease the heavy tension Dean brought with him but since the garage incident from this morning, the brothers were doing their 'thing': having a silent conversation by simply watching at each other and glancing at you from time to time.

After a while you had enough, "What?" you pushed your plate still full of food. "I might be your case but I'm not a freak, stop looking at me like that!"

"We're not looking at you like you're a f-"

"Oh please!" You cut Sam short, angrily. "It's been days. Days! And we have nothing. You think I don't see how you're looking at me behind my back? You still don't believe me? You think I'm some monster even though I've passed the tests? What do you think I am then? Huh? Tell me!"

"Why are you angry out of the blue?" Sam asked, surprised by your outburst.

"Out of the blue?" You repeated, dumbfounded. "Are you kidding me? Don't you think I want to come back in my own world? That I'm fed up and that I want to have my life back? I mean it was fun in the beginning but let's be realistic for a second, I don't belong here and all this- this thing is crazy! I'm going crazy staying here!"

"Listen, Sweetheart-" Dean stood up slowly, the menacing tone he used making you angrier than you were already.

"Oh, don't you 'Sweetheart' me!" You threatened as you rose to your feet. "You don't like me, I get it. You don't want to talk to me? Fine. But don't you dare 'Sweetheart' me, Dean Winchester! I'm not one of your pointless love interest the writers will threw away once the episode is over! I am human, I have needs and feelings and more importantly I have enough! That's it! I’m done! I quit!"

You left the room with quick steps, breathless after your tantrum, leaving the boys speechless.

"Told you." Sam murmured as he tossed his food with the back of his fork.

"Oh, because it's my fault now?" Dean asked his brother in disbelief.

"You make her feel unwanted." Sam shrugged, then they both remained silent for a few minutes.

"Go talk to her." Dean finally offered.

"You go talk to her."

"That wouldn't be smart since I make her feel 'unwanted'."

Sam opened his mouth, but nothing came out, sometimes his brother could be really smart and judging by the smirk Dean was giving him, Sam knew his brother had won this round. The only thing Sam could think of doing was giving his older brother his best bitch face before standing up and heading for your room.

The soft and hesitant knock on your door wasn't heard as you were focused on grabbing as much clothes as you could and throwing them inside a duffel bag. You had made your decision, since none of them wanted to help you, you would be the one investigating your own case and resolving it. You were desperate, you needed air, you needed to get out of here. As you grabbed another plaid shirt from the closet you stopped and looked at your image reflecting in the mirror in front of you. You didn't recognize the girl looking back at you.

"Y/N?" Sam called your name as he opened the door.

You didn't answer him, it wasn’t like you had heard him anyway. You were too absorbed by your reflection in the mirror. Who were you? Why did you feel so lost since the last series of flashes you had this morning? The anger and the pain you felt earlier never left you since that moment, it only grew and grew and grew. Sam called your name once again and finally you turned your head to look at him, you stared at him for a moment.

"Hey, talk to me." Sam said with a soft voice, he noticed your glossy eyes and came closer. His hand cupped the back of your head and in a gentle motion he pushed your face against his chest while his free arm wrapped around your shoulders. You closed your eyes and clenched your jaws as you tried with all your might to not cry.

"Shh. It's okay. Let it go." Sam murmured, his arm tightening around you, giving you his support.

You shook your head, fighting the tears some more. "Big girls don't cry." You whispered and felt Sam's body tense for a short second.

"You will always be someone's little girl, so you can cry." He said hesitantly, his voice waving slightly as if he was expecting something.

Your eyes snapped open at his words and tears fell freely on your cheeks. You pronounced Sam's name in a sob, your hands gripping the fabric of his shirt while his hand let go your head as he crushed you against him in a strong hug.

Chapter 5