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sofreddie · 3 months ago

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Against All Odds

Summary: Jared is a small-town Deputy who's lived there all his life. When he met Y/N - a new Omega in town - in the drunk tank, he wondered if he'd ever get a second chance at love.

Characters: Alpha!Correctional Officer!Jared x Omega!Reader

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Angst, Fluff, Drinking/Alcohol Abuse, Medical Conditions, Medical Treatments, Heat/Rut Cycles, Medical Emergency, Procedural Violations (Doctors bending the rules/laws), Smut (Fuck or Die, Unprotected Sex, Knotting, Claiming/Biting, Dirty Talk)

AU: CORRECTIONAL OFFICER!JARED (@spnaubingo)

ANGST: IN THE HOSPITAL (@anyfandomangstbingo)

OMEGAVERSE: CLAIM SEX (@afgomegaversebingo)

SW: FREE SPACE (@samwinchesterbingo)

WC: 11,623

A/N: So I started this fic in 2021 for my Bingos (which I am still working on and intend to complete eventually). I doubt they count anymore, but that's not the point, LOL. I took quite a few liberties with the prompts. Although it took ages to complete, I am delighted with how this fic turned out. I hope you enjoy it! Feedback is appreciated. : )

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The weight of her head was heavy in her hands, the concrete beneath her cold enough to numb her backside. Groaning, she pinched her eyes shut against the overly bright lights that rained down on her, creating a constant pounding behind her closed lids.

"Good Morning, Ms. Y/L/N. How are we feeling today?"

Y/N groaned louder, the chipper and familiar voice only adding to her torment.

"Mornin' Padadeputy," she snorted at her joke, wincing as it caused her poor, battered brain pain. "Can I go home?" she croaked, working her mouth to ease the dryness.

She could use a drink. But the very thought had her throwing a hand over her mouth and rushing to the steel toilet in the corner, the remnants of her late-night excursions making a reappearance.

Wiping a hand across her mouth, she leaned her back against the wall, her head tilted back, and her eyes closed as she felt a bit of relief from her suffering. Though the constant rhythmic pounding in her head only grew more prominent.

The sound of metal sliding against metal, locks clicking, and doors sliding alerted her that she was no longer confined. Opening her eyes just enough, she could make out her favorite deputy's tall and lean figure.

"So, at this rate, should we keep this room open for you?" Officer Padalecki joked as he leaned against the open doorway of the cell.

Using the wall as leverage, she forced herself to her feet, her body protesting the movements. She quickly rinsed her mouth and washed her face, waking herself up enough to return home.

"Maybe I just like seeing you?" She smiled over-sweetly and shuffled past him as her feet walked the familiar path.

"Not that I'm complaining, but there's probably better ways to get my attention," he teased.

The flirty banter between them happened with ease. Y/N, unfortunately, made a habit of landing herself in the drunk tank at least once a week. Though they'd never seen or talked to each other outside of the local jail, they formed an easy camaraderie.

The truth was he worried about her, the unclaimed Omega slowly drinking herself to death, being forcibly removed from local bars for disorderly conduct on many occasions. She seemed like a sweet but troubled woman. Maybe it was his caring side or his Alpha, but he worried and wanted her to be okay.

Y/N's senses were sharp, even when drunk out of her mind. She could see his attractiveness and smell his rich Alpha lurking under the surface. She'd never been with an Alpha, never felt the pull. But in her condition, there was no way she could start now, even if there were an attraction unlike anything she'd felt before. She brushed it off as another symptom; her Omega had long since become unreliable.

Jared walked back into the office area after escorting Y/N outside. As soon as he entered, Jensen looked up with a lewd grin, making Jared sigh and roll his eyes.

"Alright, let's have it," Jared scoffed as he sat at his desk, crossing his booted feet on the desktop and leaning back in his chair.

He had worked with Jensen at the station for years, but they had met at the training academy before that. However, they only spent a little time together outside of work, as they were involved in the community. Sometimes, they'd see each other at local events, but they were both occupied with helping the community in various ways, volunteering, and making their hometown well-cared for and safe.

Y/N was relatively new to their community. No one knew much about her. She lived in town but didn't seem to work anywhere, and she spent almost every Friday night sleeping it off in the jail. Regardless, Jared was attracted to her almost immediately after catching a slight hint of her scent. He often felt like a swooning teenager again in her presence, which Jensen never missed a chance to rib him about, leaving Jared an embarrassed and blustering mess.

"So, you ever gonna ask her out, or you just planning to be a secret admirer?" Jensen teased as usual.

"Come on, man," Jared groaned. "We've been over this. It's unprofessional to do that when I'm on duty and she's in jail. I never see her outside of this place. Maybe it's just not meant to be?"

He didn't like how the words tasted as he spoke them, somehow feeling malformed. There was something between them, a possible compatibility. After all, Jensen could never catch any scent from her; he was an Alpha, too. So, if Jared was sensitive to her scent, it must mean something.

Jensen shook his head and laughed before getting back to some paperwork. Jared sighed again, doing the same and wondering if he'd ever see her outside the jail and off duty, just like two people in the world. Then, he promised himself, he’d try again.

After Jared clocked out for the end of his shift - his relief right on time as usual - he tried to put Y/N out of his mind, but his Alpha was set on her ever since he'd first laid eyes on her. His mind flip-flopped as usual, switching from the primal Alpha wanting her to the rational man determined to remain professional. Either way, whatever was going on in her life, he was sure the last thing she needed was an Alpha sniffing around.

As he walked towards his truck, twirling his keys in his hand, he saw Y/N waiting on a bench by the station. She usually called a cab to come and get her when she was released, but she was long gone by the time he left to go home. Deciding to take a chance, he went over to her.

"Waiting on your cab?" he smiled down at her.

She nodded, "Yeah, they're just a little busy this morning."

"I can give you a ride if you'd like," he offered, pointing over his shoulder at his truck. Y/N's eyes flitted between him and his truck before she sighed and nodded.

"Yeah, that'd be great. Thanks."

She could feel his eyes on her as she climbed in the old truck, the effort seeming to drain her. She glanced at him, the same look of worry she saw from everyone etched onto his beautiful face.

"I'm fine. Just need some sleep."

It was one of her standard responses. She was glad that Jared seemed to buy it and started driving. She gave him directions to her house, grateful the town was small and wasn't a long drive.

"Thanks again," she said as she climbed out of the truck and shut the door. "See you later."

"I hope under different circumstances," he chuckled, a light tinge of pink staining his cheeks and ears.

Yeah, she wished that things could be different, too. She bid her farewell as it was, noting that Jared hadn't driven off until she was safely secured inside. Sighing, she brushed it off, eager to get rid of the stink of jail and stale liquor that clung to her.

She stumbled into her bathroom, pulling off her clothes on the way, a haphazard trail left behind her. She leaned on the bathroom counter, groaning at her disheveled reflection in the mirror. Drinking wasn't doing her any favors, but it was the only way to drown the pain and sorrow.

She turned to the corner of the counter, opening her organized pill box and eyeballing the many different medications in various colors and sizes she had to take every day. She hated it, but her regimen required it as part of her treatment for aging, unmated Omegas.

She downed the pills with a glass of water, showered, and dried as quickly as possible. Forgoing clothes, she climbed into her bed, sleep taking over quickly.

Y/N sat in the oversized pleather chair, letting out a long sigh. Her eyes were more than bored with whatever random home makeover show played on the muted TV. She allowed her eyes to roam, taking in the other chairs like hers, with different people occupying them.

Her head rolled to the other side, glancing at the IV in her arm, her eyes following up the tubing to the bag hanging above her, still half-full. She groaned, knowing she'd be there a while yet.

She'd been at it for six months, and the treatment of donated Alpha enzymes was designed to counteract the decline of her Omega body. She was past the average age for Omegas to be mated, never having found an Alpha that called to her Omega. Now, being mateless had become a medical condition, her body rapidly deteriorating from lack of a mate and the necessary enzymes a bite would provide.

Still, the treatments would only work so much and for so long, prolonging the inevitable. Y/N's doctors insisted she try finding a mate as soon as possible, but she wasn't willing to settle for anyone. Her stubbornness, however, didn't help her condition. The treatments weren't as effective anymore, and her body started to build a tolerance. She shifted in her chair, the squeaky creak of the materials making her groan.

"Y/N?"

Her head snapped up, and her brow furrowed at the figure across the room. He finished his conversation with a doctor, rolling the sleeves of his plaid flannel down over his forearms as he approached her with a smile.

He pulled up one of the smaller guest chairs beside her, laying his coat over his knee. His body looked too large and long for the basic chair.

"Padadeputy," she greeted, but without the usual smile. "What are you doing here?" she asked, still confused over his sudden appearance and at having someone see her here. She hadn't told a soul about her treatments, not that she had anyone to say anything to.

"Jared," he corrected her with a smile. "I come in a couple times a month," he explained. "I donate enzymes."

His eyes drifted from the IV in her arm to the hanging bag, his gaze flicking back to her eyes. She lowered her head in shame, heat spreading across her cheeks. For a moment, they both wondered if it was his enzymes she'd received.

The awkward silence dragged out between them, Jared waiting for her to speak. She didn't like anyone knowing about her condition, afraid Alphas would try to claim her in a heartbeat 'for her own good.' But, for whatever reason, Y/N felt compelled to tell Jared the truth. She wanted him to know. Maybe her Omega was reaching out to him again, but she gave in to this small need to connect with the Alpha before her.

"I've never had a mate," she spoke quietly, picking at her nails. "I've been doing treatments for a few months. But it's-" she sighed, briefly meeting his eyes and forcing a smile, "-it's not working so well."

"I had a mate," Jared broke the silent tension after a beat. "A long time ago," he dropped his head. She worried for him, wanting to reach out and comfort him. But she focused instead on her hands in her lap again.

"She died in an accident," he continued, seemingly composing himself as he met her eyes again. "Now that I'm…older," he smirked, "It's getting harder to deal with." She was thoroughly surprised by his admission.

"Well, I wouldn't recommend drinking to cope," she chuckled, trying to ease the seriousness.

"I can't imagine the drinking is helping," Jared stated. "It can't be good with the treatments-"

"I don't need a lecture," she whined, surprised at herself for not being more angry at his audacity. "I get enough of that from my doctor."

"Maybe you should listen," Dr. Collins interrupted with a smile and a reassuring hand on Y/N's shoulder. "Hey, Jared. Didn't know you two knew each other."

"Hey, Mish," Jared responded with a warm smile.

Misha had also grown up in the town and was a prominent fixture in the community. The Omega Outreach Program, which he helped found and develop, drew Omegas from all over for his unique treatments and regimens.

Y/N listened as the two men chatted. She often felt like an outsider, having moved there specifically for the treatments. When both men turned their attention back to her, she was pulled from her musings.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I'd like to go over some things with you. Would you like Jared to leave?"

Both men waited as she made up her mind, shaking her head. "He can stay," she said in a small and quiet voice.

Jared was the closest thing she had to a friend; having someone to know and talk to about things would be helpful. But also, it was an attempted blow to stifle her Omega. As much as she pined after Jared, she knew he wouldn't be interested if he knew the truth of her condition. What Alpha would want a broken, dying Omega? At least when he learned, he could leave, and she could try and let go of this stupid fantasy she'd concocted in her mind.

"Okay," Dr. Collins nodded as he pulled up a seat to talk with her. "You'll be happy to know it appears this round of treatments is starting to work, at least a little," he explained. Y/N was surprised as each round of treatments before had failed, her body not finding compatibility with any of the enzymes she was provided. Now, it seemed, they'd finally found a match. "I'm still worried about your heat. And, of course," he leveled her with a gaze, "The goal is to find an Alpha for a permanent solution possibly. Have you given more thought to what we discussed?"

She appreciated his vagueness at the time, seeing Jared stir quietly. Dr. Collins had recommended a matching service that would pair her with an Alpha who needed an Omega. A clinical pairing that would keep them alive, if not happy or in love. That wasn't the point of those programs; she didn't want to go that route. It felt like giving up, and a small part of her hoped to find the fairytale of True Mates and love and romance. Her eyes flashed to Jared, stirring deep within her, alerting her to the fact her Omega was trying to seek the Alpha it needed in him.

"No," she shook her head, forcing her eyes from Jared back to Misha. "I don't want to do that."

Misha sighed, glancing between the pair before nodding. "Alright, we'll continue your treatments and see how you do. Same time next week?"

She smiled and nodded, and Dr. Collins dismissed himself to help the next patient. She liked him a lot. He never seemed to judge her, was open, kind, and understanding, but provided the same level of detailed care to every one of his patients. It was a big part of what made him so sought after in the first place.

"It seems pretty bad," Jared mumbled once they were alone again. He tried to bite back the rising jealousy at his following words: "He's recommending a matching service, isn't he?" She nodded, and he felt a little queasy. "Is that what you want?"

"No," she said, meeting his eyes. "I don't want to give myself to any Alpha to survive. But because I've never been with an Alpha at all, my condition is worse. I'm afraid the choice will be taken from me."

Jared licked his lips and leaned forward, ready to take the chance and offer himself to her, "Y/N, I-"

His phone ringing made him squeeze his eyes shut and curse. As he answered the phone, Jared's body slumped, and Y/N knew he would have to leave.

"-I have to go," he finished lamely, flashing her an apologetic look.

"Duty calls," she chuckled, attempting again to lighten a rather heavy mood.

He laughed with a light sparkle in his eyes. Even though he was a rather large Alpha, she felt comfortable around him. Conversation flowed easily, and she found herself drawn to him in a way she hadn't felt with anyone before. She was almost sad when her treatment finished, and he bid her farewell. Her eyes followed him until he disappeared from her sight.

Maybe it's for the best, she thought, that he leaves before her Omega reaches out for him with dying desperation, ignoring the lingering flutter in her chest. Regardless, she hoped she might see him again, not from within the drunk tank.

Jared checked his watch, hurrying his steps toward the hospital's entrance. He did his best to try and calm his racing heart. Jared scheduled his donations for several weeks to coincide with Y/N's treatments.

After their third visit, Dr. Collins pulled him aside to say that she'd been improving with Jared's visits and that the treatments were becoming more effective. However, they still wouldn't tell him if she received his enzymes, so Jared made sure to be there for her.

She was utterly alone, he learned. And her drinking that kept landing her in jail was a failed coping mechanism. She was spiraling toward a painful end. The more he knew and the more time he spent with her, the stronger the pull between them became.

Maybe it was because they were both without a mate. Perhaps it was because they were both dealing with their bodies degrading. But he held on to the slight hope that maybe they were compatible, and that's why their visits always felt like the highlight of his week.

He was nervous as he reached the treatment floor. He was excited to see Y/N and had been working up the nerve over the past two weeks. This time, he was ready; he would go for it and ask her out. Their connection was strong, and he'd been attracted to her since he first saw her. Finally, things were aligning.

As he entered the clinic, his heart sank. He did not see Y/N anywhere among those receiving treatment. He knew it was the right day, the same as it had always been. Checking his watch once more, he frowned. Turning to the receptionist's desk, he gave his name and signed in on the sheet. While the woman behind the desk typed on her computer, he took a moment to glance over the sign-in sheet, not seeing her name anywhere.

Maybe she had other things going on and had to reschedule her appointment. Jared forced back his despondency, deciding to show up earlier the following week. As he sat through his donation, his mind overthinking in circles and lamenting her absence, the most primal side of his inner Alpha began to wake for the first time in years.

Jared tried to focus on the paperwork at his desk, but he was restless, his inner Alpha rising to the forefront increasingly with each passing day. He could feel Jensen's eyes boring into him, but he did his best to ignore it. Jensen was increasingly concerned as he watched his Alpha friend unravel before him. He wasn't even sure Jared was aware of the huffs and growls falling from his lips sporadically, his scent permeating everything around him.

"What?" Jared growled at his friend and co-worker with bared teeth. At Jensen's raised brow, Jared tried to compose himself. "I'm sorry."

"Man, I've never seen you like this," Jensen said. "Not even after Gen."

"I know," Jared responded defensively, trying not to bristle at the mention of his former mate.

"Have you seen Y/N lately?"

Jensen didn't want to bring her up, but she hadn't been in jail in weeks. While grateful for that, he could see how badly it affected Jared not to see or be around her.

"She wasn't at the clinic," Jared mumbled, seeing Jensen's curious look. Remembering no one knew, he decided to talk it out with a friend. "She goes to the clinic for Omega treatment," he explained. "I've seen her when I go for donations, but she wasn't there this week."

"Look, I don't want you snapping my head off. But you're different around her, and now that she's not around, you're not looking great. I thought it was just a crush, but maybe you've imprinted," Jensen said as Jared scowled. "Maybe she's yours."

Jared tried to ignore how those words affected him, making him purr at the thought of her being his. He'd entertained the idea himself, the fantastical notion of True Mates. He tried to brush it off as silly, immature musings. But now, hearing Jensen vocalize the same thoughts, Jared wondered if maybe it wasn't just childish notions grounded in something genuine.

When Jared didn't speak and returned to work, Jensen let it go. However, he was determined to keep an eye on his friend and help if needed. He didn't want to see Jared spin out like he did when he lost his mate, Gen. Maybe Jared and Y/N could save each other from a fate worse than death.

As promised to himself, Jared returned to the clinic the following week, an hour before he or Y/N were usually scheduled to be there. He sat and waited, completed his donation, and waited another hour beyond the end of his appointment.

But Y/N never showed.

His Alpha was beginning to spin out of his control. A control he maintained so tightly and with relative ease most of his life was now being stripped away in his worry over Y/N. An Omega. One that his Alpha wanted to claim as its own.

He continued going to work each day, both happy and sad that she was never there. He visited the clinic daily to see if her schedule had changed, but she was absent. He briefly entertained the idea of showing up at her door, but he stopped himself. As much as he may care about and want her, she wasn't his Omega. She wasn't his anything, and he had no right to show up. If anything, she might consider it an abuse of his knowledge or power as a deputy, and he certainly didn't want that either.

By the time of his next appointment, Jared was a mess. His Alpha was now at the forefront. He felt almost on the cusp of a rut and wasn't due for some time. The looks from the hospital staff irritated him further as he huffed and stomped his way into the clinic, wiping the ever-present sweat from his brow. It took all he had to contain himself when Dr. Collins refused his weekly donation and sent him home.

He decided to call out of work that night, his rut on the cusp, his Alpha barely restrained. He never called out of work, keeping himself to a strict and disciplined schedule and lifestyle - his way of controlling the beast.

Jared was interrupted from his musings by the phone ringing. He scowled, checking the ID and seeing it was the station. He laid back on the couch with a groan, wiping the sweat from his brow before answering.

"I told you I was too sick to come in tonight," Jared nearly growled.

"I know. But your lady friend found herself locked up again." It was Jensen. "She wanted me to call you."

That had him sitting upright, clutching the phone a little tighter. "She okay?" he asked, jumping up from the couch and rushing to put on his shoes.

"Drunk," Jensen sighed into the phone. "Not as lively as usual, though."

Jared slammed his door as he hastened to his truck, eager to see her and hoping she was okay. His Alpha was chomping at the bit.

"I'll be there in a few minutes."

God, he couldn't be anything but happy she was alive. He slowly drove himself mad for weeks, wondering if he'd missed his chance. Maybe she was going feral, and he couldn't help. Perhaps he did something to piss her off, and she was avoiding him. But now, at least, he knew she was alive and out in the world and asking for HIM. His Alpha puffed with pride, ready to answer his Omega's call.

He barely had the truck in park before hopping out, his long legs marching hurriedly to the station doors. He banged on the glass of the locked front door with an open palm, shuffling from foot to foot as he waited for entry. The bright lights around the law enforcement facility thoroughly polluted the dark of night.

As the door opened, Jared met Jensen's eyes, which roamed him from head to toe and back again. Jared squirmed under the scrutiny, knowing he was a mess. His hair was wild and matted with sweat. His clothes and body were drenched in pheromones, making Jensen's nose crinkle.

"You good?" he asked.

"Yeah," Jared nodded and swallowed hard, taking several breaths to try and calm himself.

Jensen hesitated momentarily, eyeing Jared warily before huffing and letting him in. Jared followed hot on his heels as Jensen unlocked doors and led the way into the holding cell.

Jared froze as soon as his eyes landed on her. She was huddled in the corner, looking far worse than he'd ever seen her. She was undoubtedly drunk, but by the smells permeating every corner of the room, he knew it was more than just alcohol that was making her so lethargic.

"Y/N?" he called out loudly as he clung to the bars.

She stirred and grunted but didn't respond beyond that. Jared's nostrils flared, his Alpha ready to pry the bars apart to get to her.

"Omega?" he whimpered under his breath as if saying it were a delicate secret.

Hearing her title, she sat up slightly, fluttering open her eyes to lock on the source. She took a deep breath at the slight whine from the Alpha on the other side of the bars. As her vision cleared and her body filled with his scent, she rose, stumbling to him. When her smaller hands clutched at the bars, he automatically moved to cover hers with his own, drawing a small whimper from the fragile Omega.

"Sorry, Padadeputy," she smirked, finally meeting his eyes. "I didn't have anyone else to call."

He could see unspoken pain in her eyes, could sense just how bad her condition had gotten and how worse she was making it from drinking. He reluctantly released her, stepping back from the bars and turning to Jensen.

"Let her out," Jared asked but with a commanding Alpha edge. "I'll take her home."

"I don't know if that's such a good idea," Jensen protested.

"I don't care what you think," Jared growled. "I'm taking her home where she can sleep it off. You don't know her condition, man."

"And you do?" Jensen asked surprisingly calmly, though his look was anything but.

"Yes, I do," Jared stood tall, squaring his shoulders. "I won't hurt her."

Jensen was still hesitant. But in the end, he trusted his friend. Jared had always been thoughtful and in control in a way Jensen envied. If he could trust anyone with her care, it was Jared. Besides, whatever the Hell was going on with her, she'd certainly do better at home than in a cold, concrete cell.

With a nod and a huff, Jensen relented, turning to the cell door and opening it up, letting Y/N out.

She smiled at Jensen, "Thank you, Ocifer Ankles." She grinned, making Jensen roll his eyes.

"Just get her home safe, okay?"

"Promise," Jared nodded, wrapping an arm around Y/N to steady her as they left the building and walked to his truck.

He secured her safely in the passenger's seat, closed the door, and jogged to the driver's side. He hopped in and started up the truck but leaned back in his seat with a huff, taking a deep breath.

He turned to Y/N, surprised to find her already looking at him. "You called for me," he breathed out, more a statement than a question.

"Well, I didn't have your number," she fidgeted with her hands. “I didn't know anyone else and wanted to go home."

"I haven't seen you in weeks-"

He stopped as her hand landed on his, squeezing lightly. "I'm sorry," she said. “I'll explain everything. Please, take me home."

He agreed, guiding the truck onto the road and quickly remembering the route to her house. He may not have gone there, but he traveled the path in his mind often enough. He was pleasantly surprised that she held his hand the whole ride, even if her attention was on the passing scenery.

Parking in the driveway, they both got out. Y/N quickly took Jared by the hand again as she led him into her house. Guiding him to the couch, she went to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. He was already missing her touch and warmth, her presence beside him. He fought the urge to wander into the kitchen and forced himself to sit on the couch.

She knew there was a lot to tell him. She could tell he was riled, and she wasn't entirely surprised. During his visits, they talked and grew more familiar, and Y/N began to entertain the thought of having an Alpha. It was hard for her not to see him in weeks, and she could see that it also affected him.

Pouring the coffee into two mugs, she carried them to the living room, handing Jared one before sitting on the couch facing him.

"Jared," she started, and he purred at hearing his name from her lips. "I'm sorry if I made things awkward by calling you."

"What?" he said, setting his mug on the small table and paying attention to her. "You didn't. I'm glad you called."

She smiled bashfully, "I'm sorry I haven't been to treatment in a while."

"What happened, Y/N?" he asked, still worried but needing to know why she was gone.

"My heat's trying to break through," she explained. "It's been a long time since I've had one because of medications. It didn't hit fully, but what started to break through was enough to make me sick."

Jared's breathing picked up as he listened to her words. His Alpha was going into a panic again. He knew something was wrong. If it was her heat, he could've helped. He can help.

"I was admitted to the Omega wing at the hospital," seeing him getting worked up, she tried to calm him. "They got it managed and switched my meds. It's been trying to worm to the surface for weeks."

"Eventually, it'll come back full force, though, right?" he swallowed hard at the question, knowing full well how painful and possibly fatal a heat for her could be. He had thoroughly researched her condition, and it only made him more sure they met for a reason.

"I've never had an Alpha, Jared. I've never even been with one before."

He let out a deep growl at her statement, which was more a call to her womanhood than something scary. He wasn't fully aware he'd done it until he saw her body respond. Taking a chance and testing the waters, she set her cup on the table and scooted closer to him. Leaning in, she lay her head on his chest, her arms wrapping around him in a tight hug. She breathed in deeply, blatantly scenting him and humming in satisfaction and comfort.

Jared set his mug aside and wrapped his arms around her, tucking her close. He leaned down to scent her hair as she breathed in his scent, an involuntary groan ripping from his lips. In his youth, he would have been eager to take and claim. Now, there was only calm and peace, her scent and warmth soothing the primal beast within.

"You know I had an Omega before," Jared's voice rumbled in his chest. "It shames me to say this, but it never felt like this."

"I know what you mean," she responded, squeezing him a little, making him hold her closer. “I've never felt such compatibility before. I can usually resist Alphas, but with you…"

True mates, Jared's mind offered, but he remained silent. As the conversation quieted, he moved to retrieve the remote from the table, putting something on to watch until she was ready to sleep. It didn't take long for her to pass out. Jared carefully moved, scooping her into his arms and carrying her to her bedroom. He tucked her under the covers, standing over her as she settled into comfort.

He knew this was when he should leave but he couldn't move his feet. His eyes drifted over Y/N’s face, settled peacefully in slumber, before looking over her shape and form, hidden by the covers. She was beautiful, her scent sweet and enticing. His muscles twitched as he fought the urge to crawl beside her, his Alpha yearning to make her his.

He could leave, he supposed, and he probably should. But he didn't want to, and he reasoned that Y/N probably needed someone to look after her anyway. So, returning to the living room, he kicked off his shoes and settled on the couch. He was asleep in a matter of minutes, her scent surrounding him and providing him with much-needed comfort.

Jared woke suddenly in the middle of the night, a second of confusion clouding his mind before he realized why he had woken. Drenched in sweat, he discovered his rut had finally broken in his relaxed state. Although he could smell himself—sweating in the same clothes for two days and soaked once more—her delectable scent still permeated everything.

Now fully awake, he sat upright on the couch, cradling his aching head. His Alpha was desperate to go to her, sneak into her room, and ease their suffering. But he also didn't want to scare her or ruin what they were starting to develop between them. He wouldn't let himself lose control with her. But if he stayed there much longer, the choice might be taken from him.

Mind made up, he searched for a scrap of paper and something to write with, hastily jotting down his number and that he'd see her at the next treatment appointment the following day. He placed the note on the coffee table and forced his feet towards the door. He paused with his hand on the handle, his forehead leaning against the cool door. His Alpha was screaming at him not to do this or leave her.

With his last bought of strength and willpower, he opened the door, shutting it quietly behind him as he forced his feet toward his truck, hoping to sleep it off at home.

When she woke in the morning, she felt awful. She knew right away that her heat had broken. She feared this would be the one the doctor had warned her about - the one that would drive her feral. She could faintly smell Jared, and her body forced her to crawl from the bed and towards the source.

She stumbled to the living room like a zombie on automatic. She was surprised not to find him there when she reached the couch. Maybe he was in the bathroom? She glanced at the coffee table, seeing a paper. Dashing to grab it, she read the hastily scribbled note from Jared.

He had to go but would see her at her next appointment. That was tomorrow afternoon. Her Omega whined in protest of his absence. His scent lingered, and she crawled onto the couch, wrapping herself in the throw and drowning in his potent scent. It seemed to seep into everything fabric he touched and slept upon.

As Jared's rich, Alpha scent filled her lungs, her heat slammed into her with a ferocity that terrified her. The pain compounded with heartbreak over the perceived rejection from his departure. His scent ramped up her body from desire to urgent need as a pitiful whine escaped her parted lips.

With hazy images in her mind's eye, her hand wandered down her body and between her thighs, desperate for any form of relief from the burning within her. She came hard with Jared's name on her lips but was still unsatisfied and yearning. Already feeling tired and drained, she forced her fingers to continue, her wetness more than she'd ever felt before. A brief, alarming worry flashed through her before a second climax erased all thought. Again, it wasn't quite enough, but it eased her pain just enough for her to fall asleep.

Jared rushed toward the clinic doors, his heart racing. Ever since he'd left Y/N's house, he'd been itching to see her again, to just be near her. He'd showered twice and doused himself in scent blockers, knowing they wouldn't let him stay if he was in a rut. But he'd promised to see her. He couldn't donate in his condition, but he could keep her company and show her he could be trusted.

Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, Jared walked into the clinic, his eyes flitting about, looking for her. He didn't see or scent her anywhere. Glancing at the clock, he reviewed the sign-in sheet, but her name was not listed. A sinking dread filled his stomach, and he was unaware of his worried Alpha scent growing and filling the space, drawing unwanted attention.

Jared rechecked his phone, but there were no calls or texts. He sent Y/N a text as he began to panic. Maybe he shouldn't have left. Maybe he should go to her house and see if she was okay. His spiraling panic had amped his rut again, the blockers now useless against the many emotions and pheromones clogging the air.

Nurse Benedict - a small but kind man - approached him warily, and Jared looked around to see him drawing attention.

"Hey, Jared," he spoke calmly with a soft smile. "You shouldn't be here in your condition."

Jared could see several patients eyeing him warily, and he knew he was making them uncomfortable.

"I—I'm sorry," he apologized and reluctantly forced himself to leave. The familiar voice of Dr. Collins stopped him at the door.

"Jared?"

Misha had just stepped off the elevators leading to the hospital. Jared's nostrils flared, and his pupils dilated as he caught Y/N's scent from the smaller male. His rut was still simmering under the surface, and her scent on another man—regardless of whom—exacerbated it.

The Alpha within gained the upper hand as Jared rushed Misha, pinning him against the wall with his forearm across the smaller male’s throat, baring his teeth in warning as he growled.

“Where is she?”

“Who?” Misha squeaked, urging Jared to loosen his hold enough for him to speak. “Who are you looking for, Jared?”

“Y/N. Where is Y/N? I can smell her all over you. Did you touch what’s mine?”

Misha knew Jared was deep into his rut. Moreover, his apparent instincts over Y/N further confirmed his suspicions about the pair.

“Dr. Collins,” Nurse Benedict said, and Misha raised his hand to urge him to stay back. “Should I call security?”

“No. Thank you, Rob. We’re fine. Just need a little space to talk, is all.”

Misha remained calm as Nurse Benedict backed away, leaving him and Jared alone. Jared relaxed and released Misha, a part of him sensing his anger was misplaced.

"Is she here?" Jared growled, unable to maintain pleasantries.

Even his logical mind screamed that he was her doctor, for crying out loud. Dr. Collins looked Jared up and down before glancing down the hallway to see Nurse Benedict still watching the scene.

"Come with me," Misha insisted, gesturing for Jared to follow him onto the elevator. Pressing the floor button, the elevator doors closed, leaving the two men alone. "She's on the Omega treatment floor; she was brought in the middle of the night by ambulance."

Guilt slammed into him hard; he knew he shouldn't have left. He was trying to be respectful, but it may have been what sent her there. He couldn't lose her. Not when he'd finally let himself believe they could have something.

The bell chimed, indicating they'd reached their floor as the doors opened again. Jared followed Y/N's doctor in silence. He wasn't her Alpha and wouldn't be allowed to see her or even be on the floor, especially in his condition. But he trusted Misha and didn't want to get thrown out. So he stayed quiet and followed a very close step behind.

Jared tried to tamper down his Alpha as the overwhelming scents of Omegas and their Alphas assaulted him. While he could scent they mainly were bonded, the pheromones had him wanting to fight or fuck it out.

“Dr. Collins?”

A brunette female doctor greeted Misha as they stopped in the hall. Her gaze flicked over Jared questioningly before returning to Misha in confusion. Jared was finding it difficult to control himself when they reached the floor, and everyone was looking at him or scurrying away, his scent potent and alarming.

“Dr. Rhodes,” Misha greeted with a smile. “This is Jared. We’re here for Y/N Y/L/N.”

Dr. Rhodes was slightly concerned and upset over the situation, not to mention the visible marks on Misha’s neck. She was almost sure this was a dangerous Alpha and her colleague was being coerced. Pulling a syringe stealthily from her coat pocket, Dr. Rhodes attempted to inject Jared with a sedative. Jared was too quick - years of police training made him ever aware of possible danger - and he pinned her to the wall, just like he had with Misha, growling and squeezing her wrist until she cried out in pain and dropped the syringe.

“Jared, let her go.”

Expecting Misha, Jared was surprised to see Jensen beside him, still in uniform. Jared eased his grip, glancing at Misha and seeing the fear in his eyes. He forced himself to release the doctor and backed away from her, his eyes flashing between her and Dr. Collins. Dr. Rhodes rubbed her aching wrist as she eyed Jared warily.

“What are you doing here?”

“I came in with the ambulance after the emergency call,” Jensen explained, trying to control his anger. “I let her go home with you, and then I get a call there’s an emergency at her house. I thought you lost control like in the past and possibly did something.”

By the time he finished speaking, Jensen’s shoulders slumped, knowing his words would strike a chord with his friend. Jared was certainly pissed and hurt at the insinuation.

“I left because I didn’t want to force her into anything. I was losing my mind, and I left,” Jared yelled, tugging at his hair in frustration. His arms dropped to his sides, and he started to cry. “I did this to her by leaving. This is my fault.”

Jared dropped to his knees and cried into his hands. He tried to do the right thing by her, but she ended up hurt anyway. Jensen tried to comfort him, helping him to his feet. Jared wiped his eyes and struggled to control his emotions.

“Please,” Jared turned to Doctors Rhodes and Collins. “Please let me see her. She needs me, and I can fix this.”

“She’s unmated,” Dr. Rhodes snapped. “We can’t have an unmated Alpha in a rut here.”

“He’s her donor.”

“Excuse me?” Jared and Dr. Rhodes spoke at the same time.

Jared was just as surprised at Misha’s words; he and Dr. Rhodes both anticipated Dr. Collins's response.

“Y/N’s body rejected everything we gave her until she received Jared’s enzymes. It’s what has kept her alive this long. They are highly compatible.”

Highly compatible—a modern, scientific term to replace the adage of ‘True Mates.’ As Dr. Collins and Dr. Rhodes argued over professionalism and ethics, Jared’s mind tuned them out. Y/N was his—he just knew it, and she needed him. He couldn’t fathom losing another mate; he would surely go feral.

As they continued debating, Jared slipped away. In a trance, he let his nose and instincts guide him, finding Y/N’s room with ease. He entered the room, glancing back at the doctors before mostly closing the door behind him.

The sight of her lying in bed, covered in sweat and groaning in pain, broke his heart. But the luscious scent of her heat called out to him, drawing him closer until he stood beside her bed.

“Omega,” he breathed out, more of a growl that made her body jerk and her eyes flutter open with a groan.

“Jared?” she weakly asked, shuddering from cramps and fever.

Jared took her hand, the heat of her skin scorching. She sighed, and her body relaxed. After only a few moments, he watched in amazement as her vitals settled to something more normal, though her scent grew more potent.

“You left,” she croaked, pulling her hand from his hold, making him frown. “You rejected me.”

Jared was horrified, her perceived rejection making his heart clench painfully.

“No,” he insisted, retaking her hand and urging her to look at him, “No, Omega. I would never reject you. I didn’t want to take advantage.”

Drs. Rhodes and Collins entered the room, and Jared looked sheepish and caught but refused to move from Y/N’s side.

“I’m sorry, but you can’t be in here without authorization,” Dr. Rhodes spoke, Misha just beside her.

Jensen appeared again, grabbing Jared by the arm and trying to lead him from the room, “I’m sorry, Jared. I have to take you out of here. Don’t make it difficult, okay?”

“I’m an authorized donor,” Jared thought quickly on his feet. “You said she was getting my enzymes, right?” he spoke, fighting against Jensen’s hold.

“We could do a direct enzyme infusion,” Misha suggested to his colleague. “Kim, we have to do something. He can help.”

“The infusion would help,” Dr. Rhodes offered.

“No,” Y/N spoke again. “I’m a broken and rejected Omega. I don’t want to go through this anymore.”

“Maybe we can give them a chance to talk?” Dr. Collins spoke with his colleague, seeing she was at least considering. No one wanted to see someone die because they couldn’t be matched or mated.

“We should run tests,” Dr. Rhodes offered with a sigh, both Misha and Jared relieved she seemed to be on board finally. “If they are compatible, they should mate as soon as possible.”

Jared was grateful they were bending the rules. As they all left the room, Jared felt the urgency of convincing Y/N that they could do this - could mate and be together if she wanted.

Holding her hand firmly in his, he cupped her cheek with his other hand, urging her to look at him. He took a moment to caress and soak in her features and scent.

“I left because you smelled so good I was afraid I’d lose control and do something you didn’t want. But I would very much like to be your Alpha.”

“I woke up, and I scented you,” Y/N explained. “But you weren’t there. I lay on the couch. I needed your scent.”

She fought back tears, and Jared did his best to soothe her from his position.

“The idea of having an Alpha, of belonging to them, terrifies me. I never wanted it, and now I’m paying for that. But then you came along, and I wasn’t afraid. I was drawn and curious but never afraid.”

She let her tears fall then but smiled warmly at Jared, squeezing his hand. Jared’s heart swelled. He shouldn’t have left, but now he’d get a second chance.

“Will you let me claim you?” He asked, needing to be bonded with her and knowing her body needed it too.

Before she could respond, two Beta nurses entered with Dr. Rhodes behind them, “So, are we doing the transfusion?”

Y/N and Jared held each others’ gaze for a long moment before Y/N turned to the doctor.

“Yes.”

Y/N looked back to Jared, who kissed her hand and moved into a chair beside the bed. The nurses set up IVs and a machine to feed Jared’s enzymes to stabilize her.

“As soon as possible,” Jared whispered just for her, “I’ll get you home and take care of you.”

The implications of his promise made her shiver. The staff left them alone while the transfusion was going on. However, after several minutes, Y/N looked like she was about to pass out as the alarms started blaring. Jared was out of his seat and at her side in a flash, cupping her face and trying to rouse her. The nurses and doctor rushed in, pushing Jared back into his chair as they checked her over. Her scent blossomed, almost choking him, and he detected the bitter tones of her heat on the verge of turning feral.

“The transfusion isn’t enough,” Dr. Rhodes explained to Jared.

“She needs a claim,” he understood, his feet pulling him closer to her. “Can I take her home?”

He couldn’t lose her, and he couldn’t survive losing another mate. He felt blessed at having found her, but now he felt cursed to know only loss. He knew it would save her if he could mate and claim her.

“She’s not stable enough to leave,” the doctor explained. “But I can secure the room and give you privacy,” she offered instead.

Jared could only nod, his Alpha ready to care for his mate, his scent informing all others to keep their distance. The doctor rushed off, giving Jared a wide berth and securing the door behind her as promised.

“Y/N?” Jared urged, trying to get her to focus on him, to at least hear him. “Omega?”

His voice was tinged with both whine and growl as he let his instincts guide him. He leaned down over Y/N and kissed her chaste but deeply.

“Alpha,” she whispered as her body sought him out.

“My true mate,” he whispered back reverently. “Not how I wanted this to go, but I can’t lose you. Need to mate and claim you.”

She shook her head, fighting to stay coherent and awake as the heat raced through her body. Her utter desperation for the Alpha before her was the only thing tethering her to wakefulness.

“It’s too fast,” she protested, a tiny sliver of rationality clinging to her consciousness.

“You’re dying,” he responded bluntly. “You would have had to have someone assigned as your mate. We’ll never get to know each other if you’re dead. I can’t let that happen when I can help you.” He held her face in his hands, his forehead pressed to hers. “Omega, please.”

“Jared,” she breathed, giving in to her body’s needs and tilting her head to kiss him. He responded in kind, his Alpha chomping to make her his. “Alpha, please. Need you. Need-”

Her voice trailed off as a painful cramp seized hold, making her whine and whimper. Jumping to action, Jared removed his shoes and hastily removed his clothes, leaving him in his boxer briefs. He pulled down the blankets and pushed up her hospital gown to her stomach. Her folds glistened in the harsh light, her scent potent and slamming into him hard. He breathed deep, his body shuddering.

Crawling on the bed to hover over her, she automatically spread her legs, Jared’s hand finding her core. Slipping two fingers inside, he groaned, feeling her soaked and more than ready for him.

She whined and squirmed, the fever taking hold. Jared would have reveled in her desperation and submission, but now was not the time or place. He removed her clothes and climbed on the small bed, settling between her legs and pulling the covers over them for modesty.

His hard and heavy cock twitched eagerly against her hot and drenched folds. Without hesitation, he slid within her, groaning at the delectable feel of her heat wrapped around him. She whimpered again, and he shushed her, kissing her sweet as he began to move.

It was desperate and clinical, feeding primal needs and alleviating both their near-feral biologies. Y/N still felt better than anyone he’d ever had, and he promised himself the romance would come later when they were both safely out of danger.

“Alpha,” she called out, her legs spreading wider, letting Jared slide even deeper. “Alpha, need your knot!”

Jared groaned long and deep, burying his face in her neck as he picked up his pace. The small bed creaked with his every movement. Her hands on his ass, pulling him even closer, reminded him of her desperation and his own.

“Gonna knot and mark you, Omega,” he warned, his knot already swelling, making it more challenging to fuck her how they needed. Feeling her grow close, he slipped a hand between them, rubbing tight and fast circles on her clit.

Her body tensed, right on the edge, and Jared could no longer hold off.

“Omega,” he groaned, his knot popping and locking them together.

As his teeth sank into her neck, marking her as his and bonding them, she came loud and hard, gushing around his knot.

They both lay panting, waiting for Jared’s knot to recede. Jared licked and kissed her wound, allowing his instincts to guide him, his heart full in a way he never thought possible after his loss. Once his knot released, he moved from the bed, dressed, and cleaned them up. When done, Y/N slept, and Jared ran to get someone to check to ensure she was okay.

He knew she would need more than one round to heal, but he hoped he could take her home, where it would be more comfortable and private. Jared rushed out of the room to find Drs. Rhodes and Collins who paused their speech when they saw him.

“Is everything alright?” Dr. Rhodes looked concerned.

“She’s sleeping,” Jared offered.

“I’ll just go check on her.”

Jared followed into Y/N’s room, and Dr. Collins was close behind. They both stood by patiently as Dr. Rhodes examined Y/N.

“She seems better,” Dr. Rhodes announced. “I’ll need to draw some blood, and we’ll need to keep her for observation for a few hours.”

Jared tensed but nodded. He didn’t want to be in the hospital any longer than necessary and just wanted to get her into a comfortable bed where he could tend to her every need and bring her back to life. But he could force himself to wait a few more hours for Y/N’s sake. He’d rather know she was stabilized before he removed her from the place that could save her if something went wrong.

“Try to get some rest,” Misha insisted as Y/N’s blood was drawn. “You both need your strength.”

Once again, they were left alone, the door secured behind them. It was easier to control his instincts now that they were bonded, but it still took effort to restrain himself from those having to touch or go near his mate.

Jared took residence in his chair again, scooting it as close as possible to the bed so he could hold Y/N’s hand as she slept. He laid his head on her belly, watching her as she slumbered. It wasn’t long before he drifted off to sleep with her.

It took half a day and a second round before Y/N was stable enough to leave the hospital. The second she was wheeled outside—per hospital protocol—Jared scooped her from the chair into his arms and carried her to his waiting truck, tucking her safely inside.

Y/N was more than surprised when Jared pulled into her home's driveway. She expected as an Alpha - and her Alpha - that he’d want her in his space. Most Alphas were territorial in that way. Before she could vocalize a word, Jared was out of the truck and at her side, carrying her in his arms again towards her front door.

“I wanted you to be comfortable,” he explained as he opened her door. She was surprised he had her keys, but she supposed she was pretty out of it and was grateful she had someone looking out for her. “I figured you’d want to be in your space for now.”

It would take some getting used to. But as her eyes trailed over Jared’s body as he stood from laying her on the couch, she was thankful to have been blessed with such an attractive and caring mate. But her mood was soured as she smelled herself, a mix of her heat, sex, and not having showered in a couple of days.

“I want a shower,” she whined, her stomach gurgling loudly. “And something to eat.”

“Okay,” Jared readily agreed, ready to help her off the couch. “Why don’t we shower first, and then I’ll make us something to eat?”

“Jared,” she protested. “You don’t have to.”

“You’re my mate, Y/N,” he gently argued. “Please, Omega, let me take care of you?”

He pulled her to her feet, his arms wrapped around her securely. She swooned at his rich and calming scent as he quietly purred to soothe her.

“Yes, Alpha.” She smiled warmly at him, and Jared gave in to his urge to kiss her.

In the hospital, she was so out of it that she could barely remember them mating, let alone his kiss. She could feel the pulse in her neck from his bite, reminding her it was real. She imagined he was as gone as her when they mated, the urgency overriding all else. Now, however, she could savor his kiss - a kiss that was making her swoon so hard her legs gave out. Luckily, he was swift to scoop her into his arms once again.

Jared had wanted this - wanted her - for so long since he had first scented her. The first time, he was in the local bar on a rare night out. He had caught her scent wafting over all the others, calling to his inner Alpha that had been dormant for many years. He followed his nose, intent on finding the source. As soon as he laid eyes on her, his heart stuttered. But she left before he could ever approach her.

The second time he saw her, she was locked in the drunk tank. He had reported for an overnight shift and was briefed on the persons in holding. That’s when he learned her name. He spent the entire night with a watchful eye, her scent driving him mad with want.

Y/N’s second visit to the drunk tank was his third time seeing her, and they spent most of that time in friendly chatting. That’s when Jared began to wonder if he could ever have a chance with this stunning Omega that called to him. It was also the first time he wondered what demons had led her to drink and be locked up. That’s when he tried to rid himself of the idea of her as ever being his. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t shake her from his mind, her scent ingrained in him.

As he set her down in the bathroom and turned on the shower, Y/N began stripping her dirty and sweat-soaked clothes. When Jared turned back around, finally satisfied with the water temperature, Y/N was naked and smiling shyly. He couldn’t stop his eyes from roaming her nude body, finally able and allowed to view and appreciate every inch of her - and appreciate he did.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N,” he breathed heavily, removing his clothes as he watched her eyes devour him in turn. “My Omega.”

A shiver ran through Y/N’s body at Jared’s Alpha tone, laced with his desire for her. They both took their time appreciating each other's bodies. Y/N had never seen a man so fit and toned or a cock so large and - frankly - beautiful, which is something she never thought she’d say.

As another wave of her heat ramped up, she trusted Jared to help her. Y/N’s mind was foggy, and her body focused only on her basic needs. She could barely stand on her own in the shower. She could smell Jared’s delicious scent all around her, already mingling with hers. His hands, large and warm, delicately cleansed and caressed her skin.

After showering, he dried her down, and she slipped on a silky robe that barely covered her ass but was lightweight and didn’t irritate her frazzled skin. Jared threw on his boxers and t-shirt, knowing she’d need him again soon and not wanting too many layers in their way.

He left her on the couch, searching her kitchen for something to feed them. He opted for eggs and toast, something easy to make and eat. As he gathered the needed items, he noted that there were bottles everywhere he turned. Some bottles were empty, some half full or waiting to be opened. He was more than worried and knew he’d have to ask her about it. Maybe he could help her.

Bringing the plates to the living room, Jared handed her one as he sat on the couch beside her. He observed her as they ate, more than happy that she liked it and ate it all. Without a word, he gathered their dishes and neatly placed them on the coffee table. He planned to wash them at some point, but he needed to confront her about the drinking finally.

“Y/N?” Jared began cautiously, grateful when she eagerly met his gaze. “I don’t want to tell you how to live your life or try to control you; I’m not that kind of Alpha,” he started, her brow furrowed as he continued. “It’s just…all the drinking, the bottles everywhere, ending up in the drunk tank. I’m worried and want to help if you let me.”

She dropped her gaze to her lap as she nodded her head. She had expected it to come up at some point. After all, it was a prominent part of her life lately, and she worried it was all Jared really knew about her from being locked up so much.

Y/N could only feel safety and comfort from Jared, no judgment or anger. Their bond was new and raw, but she was grateful that she could feel him and knew it was okay to be honest. She met his eyes again and smiled reassuringly.

“For a while, it was the only way I could escape the pain, at least for a little while—mental, emotional, physical pain over my whole situation. I never wanted to be tied to a mate. I didn’t want to be matched to someone I didn’t love or know just to stay alive. I didn’t want to die or hurt myself; I just wanted to escape. I don’t need to drink, and I never really enjoyed it either. I want to give it up.”

Jared had expected at least a small argument or fight, not immediate acceptance. He placed a hand on top of hers, needing to feel her and reassure her. She flashed him that soft smile again and squeezed his hand back. Now, he felt like she was the one comforting him.

“I mean it,” she insisted. “I fought against this whole thing, but now that we’re mated, I am happy and content. I’m happy it’s you, and I know being mated to you will heal the pain. My health and mood will improve,” She laughed to herself. “It feels so stupid that I fought against it so much. It’s better than I ever thought it could be to be mated to you.”

He couldn’t help it as he leaned in, cupping her cheek and kissing her deeply. To know that she genuinely wanted him as much as he wanted her, after everything and how she felt, she was more than just okay with him claiming her. She was happy; she wanted it, and he wanted her.

Y/N kissed him hungrily, pushing him back into the couch and crawling into his lap as she demanded more. Jared wrapped his arms around her, moaning as she ground her bare, wet folds against his clothed cock. He hastily undid the tie of her robe, brushing it off her shoulders and to the ground. When his hands found her warm flesh, he hummed in satisfaction.

She ground her hips into him as she devoured his mouth, desperate for her Alpha, her heat ramping up again, far from satiated. She ran her hands down his chest and whined at the t-shirt that obscured her from his flesh. Jared caught on quickly, breaking the kiss long enough to pull his shirt over his head and toss it aside. Her fingers trailed over his torso, exploring his flesh as she kissed him deep again.

Her grinding was riling him up quicker than he’d anticipated, her scent and neediness, the desperate sounds she was making, all colliding into a perfect storm that aroused him to no end. But he’d promised her that he’d mate her properly when they were home, and that’s precisely what he intended to do.

Scooping her into his arms, Jared stood and carried Y/N toward the bedroom, finding it hard to focus as she continued grinding against him and nibbling at the sensitive spots on his neck.

“Naughty little Omega,” Jared playfully chastised as he slapped her ass. She gasped and ground against him harder. “Oh, you are naughty, aren’t you?”

Stepping into the room, he laid her on the bed and removed his boxers before he crawled over her with a smirk.

“Oh, maybe we can play Cops and Robbers, and you can punish me, Padadeputy,” she teased with a sultry smirk.

Jared growled and kissed her hard with teeth and tongue, “Next time,” he promised. “I have something else in mind,” he added as he pulled back and rolled her to her stomach. “Promised to claim you proper.”

She attempted to rise and present, but he placed a large hand on her lower back, keeping her flat and prone on the bed. He bent one of her knees, exposing her to him. Using his knees and thighs, he nudged her further until he could settle comfortably on top of her and between her thighs.

Y/N moaned as his weight settled on top of her, pressing her into the mattress. She was trapped beneath him, unable to move much in any way. But she wasn’t afraid. Instead, she willingly submitted to her strong and potent Alpha.

Jared shifted his hips and slowly guided his cock into her tight and wet core. It felt like an eternity before he finally settled deep within her, moving his hips to nudge against her depths. Y/N moaned, her fingers clenched in the sheets. He was so deep, and she felt so incredibly full.

While they had already mated, it was rushed and fevered, and she was so out of it that she didn’t remember much. Now, however, she could feel every little thing, which seemed deliciously overwhelming: from the emotions, the connection, and the sensations of him nestled inside and around her.

She squirmed desperately beneath him as much as she could. Jared nipped her shoulder, and she went still with a whine. He rewarded her by glacially pulling out and pressing in again just as slowly. She needed more and was growing ravenous, but he had other ideas.

Jared continued his slow and passionate rhythm, his hips rolling like gentle waves lapping at the shore. It felt incredible, and Y/N could feel every detail of his length as he speared her open again and again. But it wasn’t enough to take them anywhere. Instead, Jared held them in the realm of pleasure, near torture, with seemingly no end in sight. It was maddening and divine.

“Tell me how it feels,” Jared whispered as he kissed her neck and shoulders.

“Alpha.”

“Tell me,” he reiterated, nipping at her claim and making her moan.

“Feels big and deep,” she gasped, and another nip told her he wanted more. “Ugh! So thick and hot, splitting me open. Feel like you could break right through into my womb. So full,” she whined into the sheets.

Jared groaned and increased his pace, his hands exploring her body, his mouth tasting everywhere he could reach as he drove them both toward their ends. His body stilled as his knot popped, locking them together as his cum flooded her channel. He leaned in to renew his claim; even the bite was intentional and slow, and Jared savored the pop and burst as her skin broke anew.

“You did so well, Omega,” Jared praised, shifting them to a spooning position as they waited for his knot to go down. “How are you feeling?” he asked, leaning on an elbow to look down at her.

Y/N met his eyes and marveled at the many colors present and the myriad of emotions reflected back at her. Her heart swelled, and she knew she already loved him. She never knew mating could feel like this like she had found a piece of herself she was missing. Jared was a better Alpha than she ever imagined an Alpha could be. All the pain and suffering was worth it just to find him.

“Lucky, Jared,” she smiled warmly. “I feel so damn lucky.”

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Unexpected Love

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Summary: Sam took you out to help you relax. Feelings are admitted. Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader Squares filled: Roommates for @samwinchesterbingo // Ice Skating for @spnchristmasbingo // Hand Holding for @supernatural-jackles Tell Me A Story Bingo // Warnings: Best Friends to Lovers, ice skating date, holidays, hand holding, fluff Word Count: 506

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The city was already looking as if it was Christmas but still, there were a few weeks left before it.

You loved the holiday setting with all the Christmas trees around the city and the lights, every single decoration that each shop and house pulled up. It was like every year they had even more than the year before. But if there was something you hated, it was the stress these dates brought. Working as a shop manager in a mall was chaotic. No matter if it was Christmas day or three weeks before, it looked like it was the end of the world.

Sam wanted to do something to help you relax from all the stress you were going through because of the holidays coming soon. You knew he was doing his best, cooking the meals, cleaning the apartment you shared, and getting the grocery shopping done, he did most of the stuff you struggled the most to do.

"Let's go to the ice-skating rink" he suggested one morning over breakfast

"I don't know Sammy; I've got too many things to do" you reminded him

"Please honey, you've been overworking yourself lately. Just a few hours" he pleaded and you nodded, he was right.

That same afternoon, Sam and you were at the rink, once you got the skates on, you two entered being careful of the other people around.

You were a bit afraid; it’s been ages since the last time you went to a rink. You were feeling uneasy, fearful of falling and hurting yourself or others. Sam noticed it, so he grabbed your hand and squeezed it, assuring you he would take care of you. You smiled at his gesture and leaned into him.

You were getting pretty tired but you were enjoying his company, you two were still holding hands and you were hugging his arm. You didn't want this day to end.

One moment Sam took you to one of the sides of the rink and faced you. He was looking at you as if he wanted to say something but was afraid of saying it. He was doing his nervous smile, the one you loved the most because his dimples were more visible. You squeezed his hand the same way he did before.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked and you nodded. He put his hand on your cheek and leaned in, you were slightly smiling. His lips were soft and a bit chapped because of the cold. It didn't last long, but it was full of love and care.

"Let's go back home," you said, pecking his lips and adding "where I can kiss you better and don't freeze my ass while trying" he laughed and kissed your forehead.

He took you to the entrance and helped you, taking off your skates first and then his. "Let's get you home honey," he said, kissing you again.

"I'll never get tired of this" you mumbled, he pulled you against him, "me neither babe" and pecked your lips once again.

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writethelifeyouwant · 2 years ago

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Dog Dean Afternoon

Summary: The spell worked a little differently than they’d anticipated.

Pairing: Sam x Dean (as a dog) Rating: 18+ Warnings: Bestiality Tags: Established Wincest, weirdly fluffy start, then it all goes downhill pretty fast from there, bottom Sam, top Dean, dog!Dean, Sam has a bestiality kink, dirty talk, knotting, dead dove do not eat Word Count: 2.8k Bingo Squares: @samwinchesterbingo - Case Fic

A/N: Yeah… I don’t know what to tell you other than: Yes. You read the tags right. Dean turns into a dog, he fucks Sam. They’re into it. If you’re not into it that’s totally fine, just scroll on!

The spell worked a little differently than they’d anticipated.

Sam stared down at the German Shepherd currently sitting at his feet, looking up at him with open adoration and wagging his tail across the carpet eagerly. One minute he’d been looking at his laptop, reading up on some lore, and the next the chair across the table from him where his brother had been sitting was vacant and a large dog was sniffing around his feet.

“Uh… Dean?” Sam asked hesitantly, knowing he sounded ridiculous, but what other explanation could there be to a sudden disappearance of Dean and simultaneous appearance of a dog that had not been there moments before.

“Ruff!” A deep, booming bark responded, and Sam had a feeling that translated as ‘yes’.

“Can you understand me?” he asked next, and dog-Dean answered with an identical affirmative bark to his first. “Okay, well, that’s good… I guess,” Sam mused out loud, still shell-shocked by this turn of events.

There was a moment of awkward silence as Sam stared at his brother before he let out a shaky whoop of laughter.

“I gotta be honest man, I don’t know what the hell to say to this,” he ran a hand through his hair, trying to think. “I guess we just wait until it wears off, right? The spell said it only lasted like forty-eight hours or something, right?”

Dean made this sort of whiny-growl noise that Sam thought might be some kind of warning to stop laughing at the situation, but he just couldn’t help himself. The dog stood up and walked pointedly towards the motel door, jumping up to stand on its hind legs, and tried to bite the handle, jiggling the lock. Sam surreptitiously picked up his phone and snapped a couple photos.

When he didn’t manage to get the door open, Dean sat back on his haunches and barked at the offending object, then swivelled his head to look at Sam, then back to the door, then barked again.

“What do you want?” Sam asked in a slightly babying voice, the way you would talk to a child who wasn’t great at communicating their needs yet. Or, you know, a dog.

Dean barked again, baring his teeth this time to illustrate his displeasure with Sam’s tone. He scratched at the door and when that only engendered more laughter from Sam, he trotted over to the man, ducked his head, and bit firmly at his brother’s ankle, causing Sam to jump up in alarm.

“Ow! What the hell was that for?” he griped, trying to bat the dog away, but Dean was insistently butting his head against the back of Sam’s knees, urging him towards the door of the motel room. “Okay, okay, calm down!” he admonished Dean in exasperation, reaching for the Impala keys. “I was just messin’ with you, c’mon, let’s go to the pound and see if you can understand dogs like you’re supposed to,” Sam laughed as Dean growled at him in annoyance, but the dog trotted after him obediently nonetheless.

Sam thought the visit to the dog pound went well. As soon as they’d walked inside, Dean had run off towards the kennels and the ensuing cacophony of barking was loud and lengthy. Sam took it upon himself to distract the poo volunteer that was running the shelter at the time by taking him outside and quizzing him about dog care. On the surface, this was just a stalling tactic to give Dean time to talk to all the dogs inside, but in the back of Sam’s mind, it occurred to him that if something had gone really wrong with the spell and they were stuck with Dean in German Shepherd form for longer than the prescribed length of time, he might actually need to know all the stuff that the volunteer was prattling on about.

Back at the motel, Dean ran into their room and immediately jumped up on one of the beds, walking himself in a circle and pawing at the ratty comforter until he was satisfied, then curled himself into a circle and settled down with his head tucked over his legs. Sam watched him bemusedly, wondering how much of this behaviour was basic dog instinct, and how much was his brother. It seemed pretty evenly split in his opinion.

Normally, at this time, they’d be thinking about what to get for dinner, and that presented Sam with the curious conundrum of what to feed Dean. Should he go buy dog food?

Dean growled viciously when Sam suggested the idea, so he decided to go with the Dean classic of burgers. He skipped most of the toppings his brother normally went for, simply providing him with some cooked burger patties and a side of bacon, but Dean seemed satisfied with this offering, eagerly wolfing down his own portion, sitting on a chair at the table with Sam and eating off a plate, because he had growled yet again when Sam had tied to place the dish on the floor for him.

Sam was getting quite good at interpreting ‘fuck off’ in dog language.

They couldn’t proceed with working the case until Dean changed back from dog to human form so he could actually tell Sam what he’d learned from the other dogs at the kennel. Sam had tried to get Dean to spell things out for him using a bunch of words and letters written out on index cards, but the results had been frustrating to say the least, so they’d set them aside and decided to wait out the duration of the charm.

Bedtime presented an interesting problem too – just another on the extensive list that had resulted from this whole ungodly incident. Typically, Sam and Dean would spend most nights in the same bed, unless they were pissed with each other about something. Dean clearly expected business as usual tonight despite his current form, because when Sam tucked himself under the covers, the dog jumped up on the bed right next to him and nosed his way under the comforter, shifting awkwardly onto his side and attempting to spoon his younger brother. It was sweet, really, Sam thought. Dean was actually much more eager to cuddle as a dog; if he’d been human, that whole routine would have been accompanied by grumbling and a facade of reluctance. Sam wasn’t opposed to this particular shift in behaviour.

At first.

After a few minutes of the heat ratcheting up between them, Sam shifted a little to rearrange the furry leg –arm?– that was draped over his middle causing him to sweat. Dean as a dog was even more of a furnace than usual. That’s when he felt it. It was poking at the small of his back, rather than the crack of his ass where it normally rested, but there was no mistaking it. Dean was hard, and his doggie cock was rubbing casually against Sam’s body as if this was any other night. Except Dean was a dog.

Heat began to overwhelm Sam for an entirely different reason. Unbidden, his thoughts flashed back to a case a few years ago with their friend James –a witch– and his familiar. Portia had the ability to shift between her human form and her alternate, a large German Shepherd. Dean as a German Shepherd was even larger than she had been. At the time, Sam had congratulated Dean on not stooping to the level of making a bestiality joke when James had confessed about the true nature of the relationship between him and Portia, but it had been an uncontrolable urge on Sam’s part to see what Dean would say when he mentioned the B word - because Sam’s brain had immediately gone down that road from the second he knew what the girl was. It had been Sam’s attempt at subtlety, bringing up bestiality in a way that could easily determine Dean’s feelings on the subject without revealing Sam’s own thoughts.

Because he had had a lot of thoughts. When Dean had transformed into a dog earlier that day, they had briefly flashed through Sam’s mind, but he’d pushed them aside easily in favour of the case at hand, they had work to be doing, after all. But now, when there was nothing left to do but get a good night’s sleep and wait for the spell to reverse, when Dean’s obvious erection was beginning to rut more intentionally against his back, Sam had something serious to consider.

Was he really contemplating this? Letting Dean fuck him like this? Letting a dog fuck him like this? As if he could hear exactly what was running through Sam’s mind, Dean let out a whine and tried to wrap Sam more tightly in his paws, humping against him with a pathetic, animal desperation that had Sam’s dick throbbing painfully in his boxers.

Fuck. Am I actually… yeah, Sam decided as he reached over his shoulder to run a hand through the thick shaggy fur of his brother’s coat. Yeah he was gonna do this. Who knows when else such a perfect fucking opportunity would present itself? No pun intended.

Cautiously, Samm rolled himself around so he was facing Dean, the dog’s paws still draped over his waist and thigh. He wrapped his arm under Dean and pulled him in gently, rubbing his cheek into the fur of Dean’s neck and scratching behind his ears. The dog gave an appreciative whine and bucked his hips again, and Sam took a deep breath, steeling his nerves and trying not to fly out of his skin with excitement and guilt-ridden arousal as he skimmed his right hand down the fur in Dean’s chest, over the soft, velvety skin of his belly, and down to his cock.

The dog dick was wet, practically slimy, and it should have put Sam off immediately, but with an embarrassed groan he felt his own dick twitch in his shorts, pushing out its own drops of arousal. It felt smaller than Dean did as a human, but Sam knew that would change – dogs got bigger when they fucked, the pressure of a willing home wrapped around them prompting more blood to flow to the extremity, stretching it hard and wide until… Sam gulped and whined at the thought – the knot.

God, he knew he was sick, he knew it was insane and disgusting but he didn’t fucking care anymore. He wanted this dog cock to stuff his hole and knot him like a bitch.

“Fuck, Dean,” Sam groaned, moving his hand over the wet doggie dick, pressing a finger against the leaking slit and gathering the slick on his fingertip. hesitantly, he brought it to his lips, then sucked it in, letting out a whine that nearly matched the desperate pitch of the dog’s.

Working quickly now, Sam shoved his boxers off and threw the blankets haphazardly down by their ankles so he could move more freely. Dean wriggled a little, as if unsure where to move to, so Sam made the decision for him, helping him roll a little more onto his back so his belly was facing up in the air. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from Dean’s cock, angry red and dripping wet, only about half of it poking curiously out of its soft sheath. Sam reached out, mesmerised, and ran his hand over the base that was still covered. The dog panted happily when he sped up his persistent touches, so Sam took that as a sign that Dean enjoyed being jacked off by his brother just as much as a dog as he did when he was human.

Without pausing to think too hard about the reasons this was still all a very bad idea, Sam bent over and sucked the flared tip of the dog’s dick between his lips, rolling the flesh eagerly against his tongue. It was so wrong, so unbelievably fucking wrong, and that’s exactly what had him reaching down to wrap a fist painfully around the base of his dick, because he was in serious danger of busting his load over the sheets in about two seconds.

It kind of felt like the first time Sam and Dean had ever touched each other – the taboo so hot and overwhelming they both cum quicker than teenagers losing their virginities, despite the fact they were both well into their twenties and far from virginal at the time. Apparently incest was no longer the limit of the sick and twisted shit they were willing –eager– to do to get off.

Dean’s cock was growing noticeably in Sam’s mouth, and to his astonishment, he could already feel something thick and harder forming at the base of the dog’s shaft. Fuck, if Sam wanted that knot stuck in his ass rather than his mouth, he had better get a move on. He let Dean’s cock drop from his mouth reluctantly and scrambled off the bed quickly to find their lube.

Fingering himself open had never been Sam’s favourite thing, he had always preferred Dean to do that, and his wrist cramped up funny as he bent his arm behind himself and began to stretch his opening. Partly out of laziness and partly out of curiosity of what it would feel like to be stretched open on doggie dick, he only worked two fingers inside before he gave up and dropped onto the bed on his hands and knees.

The large German Shepherd circled him, snuffling around Sam’s neck, beneath his arms, the crease of his hips - scenting his bitch before he mounted him. The tongue took Sam by surprise, and he yelped and twitched out of reach when Dean’s long tongue licked in a solid stripe from his balls up to the crack of his ass. Dean wasn’t happy that he was trying to avoid his investigation of his hole though, because he immediately followed Sam across the bed and stuck his tongue firmly back where he wanted it, which was laving enthusiastically over his brother’s freshly lubed hole.

“Fuck, Dean,” groaned again through clenched teeth. “Fuck, why does that feel so good?” Obviously he wasn’t expecting Dean to answer him, but the dog gave a sort of yip, his teeth grazing over Sam’s flesh and making the man shiver, and Sam kind of thought that might have been Dean telling him: “shut up and enjoy this, bitch.”

It seems that the appeal wore off very quickly for Dean though, because he only treated Sam to a few more rough licks before Sam felt the dog’s paws scrabbling over his back awkwardly, trying to find purchase in an unfamiliar position. He could feel Dean’s cock slipping eagerly across his back, but the dog wasn’t having much luck with aiming. It seemed like all he could manage was catching the head of his cock on the rim of Sam’s entrance before it skimmed by and Dean would whimper in frustration.

“Sh, sh, it’s okay,” Sam reached behind him to run his hand through Dean’s fur, comforting him as if this was actually a dog and not his big brother. Dean would give him shit for it later, he was sure, but the playacting was making Sam even harder, so right now he didn’t give a fuck. “Take it easy boy, lemme help,” he grunted, his hand groping behind him blindly until he felt the dog’s cock.

Sam gripped him firmly and directed the cock back towards his hole, rubbing the tip insistently over his entrance until –finally– Dean slipped inside. The groan that ripped through Sam was practically inhuman as the dog began to fuck him furiously, without any care for Sam’s comfort, just using his body to accomplish his goal – and Sam was one hundred percent okay with that. More than okay. He was being one hundred percent, completely and utterly ruined by a fucking dog cock and he fucking loved it. And the knot wasn’t even inside him yet.

He could feel Dean trying to force it inside of him, but his thrusts were becoming increasingly erratic the closer the dog got to his own finish and Sam was becoming impatient.

“C’mon boy, fuck me, fuck that knot inside me, good boy. Yeah, there you go buddy, make me fucking take it,” Sam practically growled the last words as Dean’s knot forced its way inside his hole, stretching him past the point of comfortable, but the pain and ultimate sign of submission was what did it for Sam. As Dean pumped ungodly amounts of doggie cum into his ass, Sam came untouched onto the sheets beneath him, panting just as heavily as the dog now locked with him. It was just as well that Dean in dog form seemed to enjoy cuddling, because Sam wasn’t entirely sure how long they would stay knotted together.

However long it turned out to be, he had a feeling it wouldn’t feel like long enough when Dean pulled out and left him empty again.

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calaofnoldor · 3 years ago

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In Your Dreams

Characters: Sam x F!Reader, Dean, Garth

Words: 7,393

Summary: In a world where your dreams are your soulmate's memories, a call to Garth for backup changes Sam's life forever. (Soulmate AU)

Warnings: heavily implied smut, angst, the slightest allusion to ptsd, flashes of huffy!sam (is this just a thing in all my fics now??), fluff, language as always, also i was deep in my sam girl feels when i wrote this so please proceed with caution.

A/N: written for @idabbleincrazy’s "what do you mean this is classic rock?" 1k follower celebration! my prompt was the song "are you gonna be my girl" by jet and the quote "oh, come on!" which is bolded in the fic. also written for @swiftlymoniquesblog’s 300 followers celebration, for which i chose the song "confident" by demi lovato from her playlist.

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It played out like a movie scene. Sam’s breath halted the minute the rusty ‘78 Ford Ranchero pulled up to the motel, frozen as he watched the passenger side door open in slow motion, making way for one black booted foot after another to step out onto the pavement. Attached to them was the most beautiful pair of legs he had ever seen, and Sam was only vaguely aware of his continuously drooping jaw as his eyes roamed up the rest of your figure, utterly and unprecedentedly thunderstruck when you flung your hair over your shoulder like a model in a goddamn shampoo commercial.

You oozed confidence, which was sexy as hell, but it was much more than that. Something deep within him startled awake, and it wasn’t just his man parts twitching with interest, though that definitely happened when you adjusted your daisy dukes and caused your top to ride up ever so subtly. God, you must’ve been the most sublime being to ever cross his path. Sam could hear Jet’s “Are You Gonna Be My Girl” playing in the background, but it was impossible to tell whether the sound was coming from the car speakers or his own head.

Either way, the music was cut short when Garth killed the engine and sauntered around his coupe with a winning smile. “Heeey brothers! I brought backup! Allow me to introduce you,” he offered excitedly, throwing a casual arm around you when he got to your side, a gesture that seemed to send Sam’s heart leaping off a cliff, “Guys, this is Y/N and Y/N, these are the Winchesters, Dean and Sam.”

Sam tried to smile but you seemed so comfortable and content beneath Garth’s touch, he really wasn’t ready for the sour taste of envy that rose inside him, filling his throat like acid reflux.

“Garth, you wily son of a bitch!” called his brother from beside him. Sam didn’t need to look over to picture the smirk of approval Dean was sporting, and the thought alone brought forth more bile, which he desperately tried to swallow down with a couple violent bobs of his Adam’s apple.

“Oh Deano,” Garth shook his tilted head as he genuinely professed, “you always say the nicest things to me.” And as he launched himself towards Dean with puppy-like fervor for a somewhat one-sided hug, Sam felt bad about the groundless feelings of resentment he’d began to harbor for the scrawny yet respectable hunter. Still, he couldn’t help but try to catch your eye during the reprieve, only to find your soft gaze fixed on Garth’s back while the slightest vestige of a smile ghosted across your divine features.

She’s taken, Sam. Soulmates most likely, with the way you’re looking at the guy, his brain augmented bitterly. Damn it, Garth really was one lucky son of a bitch.

“And don’t think you’re not getting one too, Sam!” the oblivious bastard let go of Dean and came at Sam with open arms and nothing but love, so with a forced smile and mind full of warring thoughts, the younger Winchester had no choice but to awkwardly accept.

“So did you get us rooms yet?” Garth asked when he finally pulled away, “You know I’d love to bunk with you guys but ever since Y/N’s gotten used to my snoring, we��ve kinda become a package deal, you know what I mean?”

“Oh, I sure do, buddy!” Dean exclaimed with a lewd grin, “Yours is Room 4B, but we’re right next door in 4A so try and keep that in mind when you’re uh- snoring it up, will ya?”

Having long since grown accustomed to Dean’s base brand of humor, Sam was surprised when he realized his usual reflexive eye roll had been supplanted with a deep breath and forceful clench of his teeth.

“I’ll try my best, but I can’t promise we’ll be quiet as mice through the night!” Garth’s good-natured retort felt like a twisting blade through Sam’s chest. He pulled his brows together and placed a large palm tentatively above his heart, unable to understand why the involuntary reaction felt so tangible as he watched Garth set off.

Following suit, you grabbed some luggage from the Ranchero’s cargo bed and made for your room. Sam knew he should try to stay away from you, but like a magnetic field, you pulled him in, so when he turned around to see you strutting by, Sam fumbled to help you with your duffle. But the fierce glare you shot him quickly stopped him in his tracks and he only barely managed to stay upright as he backtracked and scurried out of your way, big feet and long legs suddenly forgetting their own size.

“Woah, get it together, little bro,” Dean sniggered as soon as you were out of earshot, “You alright there, kiddo? I’ve never seen you fall so hard so fast… almost literally,” he teased, ignoring the bitch face Sam sent him in response, “Think you can make it through this hunt without jumping Garth’s girl?”

This time Sam did roll his eyes, though he left the question unanswered, feeling a bit skeptical himself.

“You think they’re soulmates?” Dean wondered aloud, turning to look off in the direction you’d gone, “Not sure how else to explain that. But either way, damn, did Fitzgerald hit a home run there!”

Sam was speechless as he stared alongside his brother, choked up on the unshakable yet impossible suspicion that you were somehow… his. But that couldn’t be, could it? Even if you weren’t with Garth, there was no way for him to know for sure. The demon blood Yellow Eyes had fed him as a baby inhibited his soulmate bond so not once could he remember dreaming of their memories, and Sam had never been more disappointed by the fact.

The case was cracked with almost no help from Sam, as his ability to focus on anything other than you proved a hopeless and desolate enterprise. Paired with the way his impetuous attempts to connect with you in any sense were harshly rebuffed by that gorgeous yet venomous get back stare of yours, and Sam was a complete mess of shaky hands and pained smiles. So when you announced you’d be retiring early for the night, claiming to want catch up on some rest before the big monster showdown the next day, Sam was both crestfallen and relieved.

“Have a good night,” Garth gave you a meaningful look that Sam couldn’t begin to decipher, a cruel reminder of the inexplicable nature of soulmate connections.

“So… what’s up with Y/N?” Dean asked whilst Sam was still gazing in vain at the door you’d left through.

“Oh, she’s uh… she’s complicated,” Garth responded slowly, nodding along to himself as an uncharacteristic expression of melancholy replaced the grin on his face, “Most people think she’s outta her mind… I mean, she’s not! …But it’s a pretty common misconception,” he shrugged in a ‘what-can-ya-do’ type of way, but the Winchesters’ frowns prompted him to continue, “She’s just… had it kinda rough, ya know? And the people around her haven’t exactly been empathetic about it all so she’s put up some walls over time and she comes off a bit strong and standoffish to most, but her heart’s in the right place and she really is a fantastic hunter so you don’t have to worry about her having your backs out there tomorrow, eh?”

Dean seemed to subscribe to this explanation, but the hunt wasn’t what Sam was worried about. Now, on top of the need to be close to you, he was also experiencing a compelling urge to hold you, understand you, and comfort you in whatever way you needed. His entire body throbbed with the desire to run to the adjoining room and kick the door in just to breathe the same air as you again, while his fingers itched to touch you – brush the hair from your eyes, caress your cheek, envelope your hand, explore other areas… Maybe in your dreams, Sam... He almost laughed at the ironic mockery of that saying, but instead pushed the corners of his mouth up as sincerely as he could before proceeding to ponder his inner dilemma with his elbows on his knees.

FIVE HOURS LATER

You awoke to your own scream, bolting upright and gasping for air. Shit. That one had been particularly bad; you’d probably made a lot of noise. Glancing over at the other bed in your room, you weren’t surprised to find Garth starfish-ing above the sheets and blissfully unconscious. That was part of why you liked the guy: he could sleep through just about anything, that and he’d never once judged you by the nightmares that plagued you since birth and reflected your soulmate’s preposterous life thus far.

Wait. As you blinked, you realized something felt different. On impulse, your eyes fluttered shut, but the flashing image of a malicious face that appeared behind your eyelids had them flying open in an instant. That was weird. You never remembered the faces from your dreams.

The names and faces always became blurry as soon as you woke up, but it’s said that once you meet and identify your soulmate, it all comes rushing back to you through a mental, movie-like recap of their life story up until that point, although exceptions to this rule weren’t unheard of, and many believed that every soulmate connection was unique.

Regardless, there was one thing you could never forget about your dreams, and that was the way they made you feel. Or was it the way your soulmate had felt? Starting from a tender young age, you’d dreamed nearly every night, so frequently they were beginning to feel like your own memories. You knew the in-depth tale of your soulmate’s existence, shared just about all of his experiences. From waiting alone in crummy motel rooms as a kid, overcome with the fear and anxiety of not knowing when or if his dad and brother would ever return from a hunt, to being physically and emotionally tortured and violated within a magical cage where time and the limits of the human body adhered to no laws, and his abuser wore a smile that could light his veins on fire, as you’d just had the pleasure of envisioning.

More often than not, your dreams were nightmares, and you’d make sounds of protest as you slept. It was why you had chosen to hit the sack early, with the hopes that their drunken hunter rowdiness might help mask your shouts. But it hadn’t been easy to walk away, harder still to fall asleep. Something had been eating at your subconscious since you got here, or rather someone. Most of the time, you avoided people at all costs, so often that it’d become instinct, but you found yourself actually wanting to be around that stupidly tall Winchester, to the point where it almost hurt to pry yourself away from him. And now that you’d recalled a face from your dream for the first time in your life, you couldn’t help but wonder…

No. Don’t get your hopes up, Y/N. There was no way. Sam was far too… normal. Besides, you’d imagined what your soulmate might look like before, and even in your wildest concoctions, he hadn’t looked that good. You’d kept your defences up until now so you weren’t about to let them drop just because you ran into a pretty boy. You really did need to stop thinking about him though, maybe grab a glass of water to soothe your sore throat.

Sam couldn’t sleep. His mind was racing as he laid atop the scratchy covers and stared at the ceiling. If the hunt went well tomorrow, you’d be riding off into the sunset in Garth’s Ranchero without so much as a ‘goodbye’. He couldn’t let that happen, not when every atom of his being was propelling him towards you, screeching at him to get his girl. But you weren’t his. You were with Garth. So why couldn’t he just respect that?

With a sigh, Sam let his eyes fall shut, squeezing them tight in a pointless effort to erase the image of you from the backs of his eyelids, but they shot wide open again when he heard your voice cry out from the next room.

Sam was up before he knew what he was doing. There was only one thing of which he was certain: you didn’t sound like you were in the midst of pleasure. You sounded like you were in pain, and that set every hair on his arm erect.

He noticed his breathing was harder than usual as well when he quietly got to his feet and crept toward the shared wall between your rooms, although he couldn’t seem to constrain it. Pressing his ear against the peeling wallpaper, he listened to your whimpers and wails crescendo until they peaked with a harrowing yell that made his heart feel as if it would burst through his ribcage. Dean grumbled in his sleep and rolled over but Sam was frozen in his spot, despite the erratic pumping of blood through his lengthy vessels.

It wasn’t until he heard the creaking of your bedsprings turn into running water in the communal dining area when Sam finally moved, drawing a deep breath and wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans. He didn’t know what to say to you, but he knew he had to try, so he made sure to let his footsteps carry sound and make himself appear as small as possible as he opened the back door and walked into the kitchenette.

You were standing by the counter, facing away from him, but before he could take another step, you’d whirled around with a gun in your hands, aimed directly at his heart.

Sam’s hands shot up before he whisper-shouted, “Whoa, whoa! Hey, it’s just me! It’s me!”

Advancing toward him without lowering your gun, you produced a flask from out of nowhere and threw its contents on Sam’s face before he could react.

He blinked the wetness away as you finally dropped your weapon, shrugging through a half-hearted apology, “Sorry, you can never be too careful on a demon case,” you explained lowly, flashing him the label that read ‘holy water’ before tucking the silver flask back into your pocket.

You took a moment to examine him, aggrieved that he somehow looked even better when he was wet. Trying to be cool about it, you crossed your arms across your chest and waited as he wiped a huge hand down his face.

The first words to come out of his sinful lips after your unceremonious attack took you by surprise, “Are you OK?”

“What?” It sounded harsher than you’d meant it and you had to remind yourself to stand down. He’d given you no reason to get combative; on the contrary, something about him just screamed… good.

“I- I heard you… it sounded like you were having a pretty bad nightmare.”

You gave him a slight nod, gulping your usual defense mechanisms back down your throat, “Oh, yeah… my soulmate has um… been through some things.” It was impossible not to huff at your own dramatic understatement.

“Right, yeah, I’m sure Garth has seen his fair share of monsters and other ordeals in his life.”

“Wh- what do you mean, Garth?” you questioned with a furrowed brow.

“Sorry, I just assumed that you guys were soulmates with the way you are and… everything,” Sam confessed with an adorable cock of his head.

You nearly laughed out loud, “Garth isn’t my soulmate. I mean, I wouldn’t be upset if he were, but we’ve exchanged dreams before and our souls definitely aren’t tied together.”

“Oh,” he heaved a sigh that seemed to emanate relief, “So the whole uh… ‘snoring’ thing is-”

“A cover. He knows I get loud during nightmares, and we room together because he has the unique ability to sleep through an entire torture sequence being played out in my head, as he just proved again tonight.” Shit. What are you doing, Y/N? Stop talking. “Oh, I should probably apologize for waking you. You can go back to bed though; I’ve gotten enough sleep for the night.”

Sam’s eyes were wide as he shook his head emphatically, “No, you didn’t wake me! I- I couldn’t sleep anyway. But please, don’t apologize for something you can’t control,” he beseeched with soft, imploring eyes that you immediately dreamed of letting yourself melt into. “Y-you said you were being tortured in your dream?”

Forcing a deep breath through your nose, you slowly conceded, “Well yeah, or at least remembering it the way my soulmate does, I guess… if he even exists.” The last four words were added sourly beneath your breath, but Sam caught them right away.

“You don’t think your soulmate exists?”

You looked up to find his eyebrows drawn together, color-changing eyes fraught with genuine concern. You weren’t sure why you were still talking to him but something about the guy made you feel safe, impelled you to open up to him, “I find it hard to believe he’s still out there functioning like a normal human being with all the shit he’s gone through... I mean, if I’ve been ostracized just for telling people about my dreams, I can’t imagine how he’s survived.”

“You’ve been ostracized because of the things your soulmate remembers?!”

The way he seemed almost offended for you buttered you up even more, “Yeah, Garth is pretty much the only friend I have left,” you admitted with a quiet, sardonic laugh.

There was pity in Sam’s eyes now, a reaction that had always irked you virtually just as much as the fear and revulsion, but it was clear that his was forged out of empathy rather than the usual disdain. And it didn’t stand alone among the emotions displayed across his face. His expression seemed to say ‘please, tell me more,’ and you did.

“I was raised in the suburbs by conservative folks who knew nothing about the supernatural… so they thought I was out of my mind the first time I told them about my dreams, took me to a soulmate bond expert and everything, tried to ‘fix’ me. When they couldn’t, they ignored me, soundproofed my bedroom walls while telling everyone I was crazy. Pretty much disowned me as soon I turned eighteen, fearing I might bring home a sociopathic serial killer one day. Word got around and people avoided me like I was a ticking time bomb. When I started hunting and finally made some friends in that community, I thought they’d be more understanding, but it turns out some things aren’t normal or acceptable even on hunter terms. So, I never really told anyone again, never tried to make friends again. Until Garth came along, that is.”

A small smile took hold of your lips, as it always did when you thought about the lanky and lovable dork, “He never judged me by my nightmares, never treated me any differently, never looked at me through a lens of apprehension.”

“Well, I’m glad you found him,” Sam said, a closed-lip smile of his own peeking through the stubble. Then, after a pregnant pause, “I don’t mean to intrude, but h-have you ever considered breaking your bond, you know, just to stop the nightmares?”

“Never.” Your response was instantaneous and adamant. “I couldn’t. If I-… He’s overcome odds of impossible proportions, suffered fates that no one should ever have to endure, despite doing nothing wrong, been blamed for things that were either completely out of his control or that he was manipulated into doing through a kind heart and good intentions-” you had to stop yourself before you got too riled up.

“You talk like you’re already in love with him,” Sam observed.

“Well, it’s hard not to be. It’s also why I stopped giving a fuck about what other people think of him. I used to try and hide it, lie about what I’d dream of, but they’d always find out. And then I realized it didn’t matter to me because I’ll always side with him, and having narrow-minded people in your life is such a chore anyway.”

“But how can you be so sure of someone you’ve never met?” There was no malice in his tone or body language, only earnest curiosity, and it made you wonder how someone so large could be so very cute.

“Because if he exists, he’s a hero.”

“Well if he’s so great, why does everyone in your life run away from the idea of him?” Sam chuckled lightly, but you thought you heard something that resembled envy within his words. Maybe people were right, maybe you really were out of your mind.

“Because he’s done things that most people can’t even begin to imagine, not even a hunter. Honestly, you probably wouldn’t believe me if I told you half the things I’ve dreamt of.”

Though you didn’t expect to be rewarded with another glimpse of those splendid dimples, you were nonetheless grateful as they seemed to fill your chest with unfathomable peace and irrefutable joy. “Try me,” he said, with a beckoning grin.

“Well, I mean for starters, he’s been through literal hell.”

Sam’s jaw suddenly hung a littler looser, but you’d encountered far more theatrical receptions.

“Yeah, he’s been dealt some real shitty cards,” you started, “Been tormented by pure evil in more than every imaginable way for longer than any conceivable human lifetime, been stripped of his bodily autonomy and rights more times than I can count, been used and manipulated by a demon since he was a literal baby, and that’s on top of losing nearly everyone he’s ever loved including both parents at a young age… But did I mention he managed to stop the fucking apocalypse?”

The surprise on his face was more palpable now, and you almost laughed at his frozen expression.

“And we haven’t even gotten to the bizarre stuff yet. Would you believe me if I told you he’s died more than once? Or that he’s met a prophet who writes books about he and his brother’s lives? Oh, he also once traveled to an alternate universe where his doppelgänger was the actor who played him on a TV show. And, there was even a period of time, about a year ago, when the dreams got all fuzzy, which I later learned was because he was-“

“Soulless.” Sam finished your sentence with such gravity, it felt like the entire earth lurched beneath your feet.

“H-how did you know th-“ But even as you spoke the words, it dawned on you: that there was a reason you’d felt drawn to him, that he was in fact the answer to everything, the person you’d been dreaming of your entire life. And in that moment, you discovered that the stories were true, because your question was both interrupted and answered by a sudden onslaught of images flashing through your head, a fast-forwarded montage of every memory you’d ever dreamed, in chronological order, with the names and faces all filled in.

You doubled over and closed your eyes as Sam’s life replayed itself in your mind, unaware that you were panting loudly and clutching at your head until his beautiful yet distraught voice faded back into the forefront.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong? Are you OK?!”

Sam’s hand instinctively reached out for you, but when it made contact with your arm, his brain was instantly flooded with moving images of a young girl, developing rapidly into the woman standing in front of him through what must have been every momentous memory he’d been denied the privilege of seeing, forcing him to recoil and mirror your startled stance.

So when you finally reopened your eyes, it was to see Sam bent nearly in half, close-eyed and open-mouthed, while big hands grasped at the luscious mane on his head.

“Guess I should be the one asking you that,” you laughed, but the way his chest visibly rose and fell when he straightened back up made you feel breathless again, “Did you just-“

“Yeah,” he exhaled, shutting his eyes once more before blinking repeatedly, as if he could still see the images, “And I’m guessing you also-“

“Yeah,” you parroted, glancing up at Sam with an awestruck expression that unwittingly floored him with its beauty, “I can’t believe this is happening.”

The elaborate fortress you’d built around your heart and soul after an entire lifetime of facing scorn and neglect and repugnance from nearly everyone around you had effortlessly dissolved at his touch, and as you fully came to terms with the giant revelation before you, something within you gave way, letting every emotion you were feeling appear written across your face.

“You’re real?” Your whispered words sounded just as much a statement as they did a question, though in reality, they might have been a plea.

Taking a small, wary step toward him as your eyes flickered between his, your hand – with a mind of its own – slowly reached up to embrace his chiseled jaw, and your lips were incapable of resisting their joyous quirk when his light stubble tickled your palm and the skin beneath it proved warm and solid.

His long fingers wrapped around your wrist reverently, “Yeah, baby, I’m real.”

Your breath hitched at the gorgeous depth of his voice. “How are you real? And so fucking gorgeous?” you breathed, fingers dancing across his cheekbones before reveling in the silky softness of his hair, “And tall? I mean, I kinda guessed you’d be on the above average side with the way most people look up at you in your memories but jeez... You’re perfect.” Your body moved on its own accord as it traveled the short distance to anchor itself against his, wasting no time to pull him down and kiss him with every ounce of ‘you’ you could muster, to which Sam instantly and eagerly responded.

It was easily the best kiss of your life, decades worth of anticipation that balanced a delicate pendulum swaying between hope and desperation, combined with the fierce love you already felt for this impossibly perfect man poured through you until it found its release in Sam’s mouth.

He slid his fingers into the hair behind your neck, cradling the back of your head, while his other massive hand settled in the valley of your waist, pulling you snug into him until you could feel the lines of his abs. “You’re pretty damn perfect yourself. Been dreaming of this since I saw you step outta that damn car.”

“Yeah?” The single, slightly smug word was all you could articulate.

“Fuck yeah, that’s why seeing you with Garth felt like such a cruel joke, especially since I’d never had a single dream of your memories until I touched you just now, so there was no way for me to gauge anything.”

“Right, I guess I should’ve been more alert, but I figured brothers hunting together wasn’t all that uncommon. Can’t believe I couldn’t smell the co-dependency though,” you giggled but Sam shut you up with a swift kiss. “Mm, well now that you have seen some of my memories, what do you think?”

“I think you’re everything I could’ve possibly dreamt up and more.”

“Wow. I didn’t take you for the cheesy type,” you deadpanned.

“I’m just being honest.” Sam’s dimples broke through with a mirthful smile and already you knew they‘d become one of your favorite things in this world and beyond.

Biting your lip, you nodded, “OK, well in the spirit of honesty, I have to tell you that it was way more arousing to see you make those monster kills in that director’s cut in my head than to dream about it from your perspective.”

Sam’s smile turned into a smirk, “Yeah?”

You trailed your hands down his impressive torso, relishing every ridge and groove, mapping out the thick cords of his long neck, grazing the taut nipples beneath his cotton t-shirt, and lingering within the deep trenches of his V-line as you made your way down to the waistband of his jeans. Hooking your fingers into his belt loops, you tugged him toward you with a force that seemed to both surprise and excite him, if his quiet grunt and darkened pupils were any indication. “Fuck yeah,” you echoed before pushing your lips back against his.

Having waited much too long for this, you couldn’t hold back. Sam must’ve felt similarly because he pushed back just as hard, until you were forced to grip him tighter, digging your fingers into his muscled back just to hold on. His own fingers applied a similar pressure to your butt cheeks, squeezing them with a rough hunger that only spurred you on more.

But just as your tongues began to get acquainted – though it felt more like lovers reuniting after an unspeakably long and unbearable period of time – Sam somehow managed to retreat an inch from your hold, hissing through his teeth with crinkled brows and closed eyes. His chest heaved into yours a few times before he spoke, sounding about as regretful as you felt, “Wait… Maybe we shouldn’t do this. I’ve already ruined your life by being your soulmate. I can’t be good for you.”

“Sam, you do realize that our souls are literally bound together, right? And there’s nothing you could say or do that would make me stay away now that I’ve finally found you.”

“Y/N, I started the apocalypse!” Sam swore it took almost as much willpower to untangle himself from you as it had to overpower Lucifer in that godforsaken cemetery. He backed up in fear that your pull was stronger at closer distances, though he still couldn’t look at you, choosing an unfocused spot on the speckled floor to eye instead, as the shame and guilt began to cloud his mind.

“No, you thought you were saving the world!” you countered immediately, feeling the fiery mass of restrained ire you’d been carrying inside you for years blaze alight, as if with the click of a switch, “And then you did! By risking and sacrificing everything! Not to mention there were sixty-five other seals that had nothing to do with you!”

“Well how 'bout the fact that I was addicted to demon blood?” Sam’s voice grew louder. There was nothing like recounting his own sins to get him fired up. “I had a sexual relationship with a demon! Surely, you’re not OK with that?!”

With a scoff, you dismissed him, “You think people don’t have sex before they find their soulmates? I mean, yeah, it was a weird thing to dream about, but I’ve always felt what you felt, remember? So I know it started because you were desperate to save Dean and I know the weight of the grief you were feeling when you were with her. I know how you thought you were helping people by exorcising demons instead of killing their meatsuits. I know all of it. You can’t scare me off, Sam!”

While he was finding it surprisingly hard to dispute your claims, true to his Winchester genes, Sam was much too stubborn to give up. You were brilliant and beautiful and deserved so much more than anything he had to offer. “What about all the things I did when I was soulless?” he tried again.

But you had a retort on the ready for that one as well. “Sam, don’t you get it by now? That was out of your control. The same way you wouldn’t blame someone for all the things they do when they're possessed. Besides, as your soulmate, I’m not too concerned about your douchey behaviour when you were literally missing your soul.”

That seemed to shut him up, but the confliction swirling within his prismatic eyes told you he wasn’t convinced. “Look,” you sighed, “you always think you’ve got this darkness inside you, that you’re not ‘clean’… but you are.”

As you let that sink in, you smiled to yourself, “You know, you and Garth actually have that in common: you’re both good to the core. You’re clean, Sam. You’re the cleanest, purest soul I’ve ever known, but baby, you’re not normal.” Shaking your head apologetically, you resisted the temptation to kiss that disbelieving, forlorn look off his face. “I know you’ve always wanted to be but you’re anything but. I mean, you saved the fucking world, Sam! When the world has done nothing to deserve you. You suffered nearly two centuries of torture by the devil himself to save it, and not only did you never get any acclaim, but the whole thing has left you racked with wrongful blame and unreasonable guilt!? And I know you don’t think you do, but baby you have every goddamn right to be mad, to be furious.”

Your soulmate’s ridiculously puppy-like gaze almost had you leaping to wrap him up in your arms, but you willed yourself to continue, “But in the end, all the bullshit crap you took didn’t make you jaded; it didn’t make you violent or vengeful or bitter. No, you turned it into love, and strength, and empathy. You still care so deeply, still carry on saving everyone you can, still manage to find hope. Fuck, Sam, you’re the only reason I kept fighting. Cause I figured if you could do it, then I had no fucking excuses. You were always my light! There’s gotta be a reason we’re soulmates. I know you never felt the bond but I-”

Sam’s lips cut yours off with a forceful kiss, the first one he’d truly initiated and my god did it feel good. So good that you weren’t even embarrassed when you let out a soft whine as he pulled away tragically soon. At least his hands were still cupping your face.

“I did. I did feel the bond,” he declared, forehead resting on yours so you could feel the truth of his words through his breath on your skin, “I knew you were mine the moment I saw you, but I tried to push it down because I thought you were with Garth and every time I tried to reach out… you shot me down with that look.”

“What look?” Your fingers found their way to his thick and vascular forearms for it seemed unwise not to touch him whenever you were given the chance.

“You know, that get back stare.”

“A get back stare?” You pulled away slightly to shoot him a somewhat amused, questioning glance.

“Yeah, it was really hot but also very off-putting when you’re trying to get to know your soulmate.”

Rolling your eyes playfully, you suppressed your laugh into a smile, “Well, it’s not my fault I’ve had to learn to defend myself and my misunderstood soulmate from nearly everyone in the world. And sometimes that means playing offence,” you admitted with a shrug.

Said soulmate’s giant hands glided down your arms to take hold of your significantly smaller hands, and his eyes, teeming with resolve and vivid remorse, were fixed on you as he said, “Well, I hope you know you don’t have to anymore now that you’ve got me.”

Sam was undeniably surprised and frankly a bit hurt when you snorted a chuckle in response, “Yeah, I highly doubt that. If anything, I might become more menacing.”

Though he didn’t pull away, you could tell by his expression that you’d bruised a somewhat masculine part of his ego. Sighing at his misinterpretation, you dropped one of his hands in favor of grasping the other with both of yours, fiddling with his gorgeous fingers as you began, “Hey, just because you’re all big and strong doesn’t mean you can’t also be a victim or ever need protection. You’ve been abused, Sam. And not just by the devil and every other monster. Sometimes the worst of it came from the people in your life, and I swear to god, there were times when I wanted to rip them to pieces!”

You looked down when you felt his free hand land on yours, its thumb running gentle circles along your skin that instantly calmed you and made you aware of how tight your grip had grown around his fingers. When you lifted your gaze again, Sam’s features were alight with awe, staring at you as if he were shocked that anyone could ever love him so much. It brought you back to how adorably sweet he’d been when you first met, not even twenty-four hours ago. That humble and innocent demeanor had led you to assume he couldn’t be your soulmate, the one who’d been through hell and back.

“I still don’t understand how you seem so… well-adjusted. I mean, after everything you’ve been through and never getting a chance to properly recover from or even address all the trauma.”

He raised your conjoined hands and kissed your knuckles while smiling softly at you. “It hasn’t been all that bad… you’re making me sound way more heroic than I really am.”

“Sam, your life was a prophecy from the very beginning, but you changed it. It was your destiny to destroy the world, but instead you saved it. Do you not realize how incredible that is?” Catching the glassy look in his beautiful eyes, you hurried to change the mood. This day would undoubtedly become one of the most important in your lives and you didn’t want to commemorate it with tears, so you released his hands and wound your arms around his neck, pressing yourself against him as you lowered your voice to ask, “Or how sexy?”

Your soulmate closed his eyes and breathed you in, strong arms automatically pulling you closer, until his nose caressed your cheek, “Fuck, what did I do to deserve you?”

“Do you want me to recap the things I just said, or do you want a comprehensive list of it all? Because that might take a while and I really wanna kiss you again,” you moaned across his jaw.

“Yeah, me too,” Sam exhaled into your skin before your mouths met in a passionate exchange of love and acceptance. This time, it was completely mutual and felt like a dream come true in every sense of the saying. What’s more, kissing your soulmate felt like a big ‘fuck you’ to the rest of the world, it felt like celestial invincibility and dazzling euphoria. But most importantly, it felt like home, and you never wanted to leave.

Though he still found it hard to believe this was really happening, Sam knew he could never let you go now. He just didn’t have it in him. Kissing you felt like rapture, better than any high demon blood could grant him and infinitely more satisfying. There was a healing component as well, as if the simple touch of your lips could cleanse him of his wrongdoings and wipe away his self-contempt. All his life, he questioned what it was he’d fought so hard for, and this was it, right here in his arms.

Even within his boggled mind, one thought rang consistently clear: that you and this bond you shared must be cherished. So Sam kept the kisses slow, deep, and sensual as he backed you up into the wall, pressing a large hand against it to temper your blow. Wet and wanton slurping sounds filled the room, interspersed with muffled moans and shortened breaths. His soft lips and talented tongue wouldn’t release you until his lungs were begging for air, forcing him to pant into your mouth as he gazed down at you with unrestrained wonder.

You stared up at him with an equivalent expression as you caught your breath, that stunning, miniscule trace of a smile he’d first seen you giving Garth, now pointed at him and loaded with a whole other level of fondness.

Wordless communication must’ve been a part of your soulmate connection for the two of you seemed to know exactly how to move together, where to touch, and how to feel, like you’d been doing this since the beginning of time. Sam believed every nerve in his body sparked to life as you hooked a leg behind his knee and pulled him close, so close that each bulging curve of him pressed seamlessly into each gorgeous nook of you.

The loudest harmony of moans yet pierced the air and reverberated through him, and Sam knew right away that he would spend lifetimes chasing that sound. He felt himself respond in ways he never knew possible as your lips moved from his jaw to his collar bone, and your delicate little hands roamed eagerly across his shoulders and back.

“Mmm, it makes sense that you’re so big though,” you mused into his heated skin.

“Oh yeah, why’s that?” Sam couldn’t hide the smirk in his voice.

“How else would you fit all that bravery-“ you paused to plant a kiss on his upper chest and continued to work your way up his neck after every subsequent word, “compassion… strength… forgiveness… devotion… and love?” This time his lips met yours in a tender kiss. “Not to mention brains.”

Sam was dizzy with joy. He had never felt so loved, so understood, or so appreciated. “You know, I’m starting to think we were made for each other?” Your smile stretched so big against his own, he wanted to drown in this moment forever. “And you know you’re incredible too, right?” Brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, he chuckled at your suddenly bashful disposition, such a stark contrast to all those glares you’d sent him throughout the day. “Baby, you’re so strong. I mean, at least I almost always had Dean. You were alone practically all your life, thrust into this world you knew nothing about, with no one to teach you or guide you, and yet... Garth tells me you’re one hell of a hunter. And even if I hadn't seen those badass memories, just with the way you pulled that gun and holy water on me earlier, I’d be very inclined to believe him,” Sam joked.

It earned him a subtle roll of your beautiful eyes and a loving peck. “Well that’s not exactly true because I did kind of have someone to teach me… in my dreams. You might even say I learned from the best,” you whispered seductively whilst leaning up on your toes to run your nose across his cheekbone and your fingers through his hair.

Closing his eyes at the feeling of your gentle nails along his scalp, Sam released a content sigh as his hands found their way to your hips, squeezing lightly. “You know, you’re probably gonna get even more shit from all those people for actually being with me?”

“Screw all of them. They don’t understand that my soulmate isn’t just the boy with demon blood; he’s the man who saved the fucking world.” Your words were a low growl in his ear, and he just about jumped when he felt you rubbing up against his crotch to emphasize them.

“Oh fuck! Ungh, you really know how to talk me up, you know that?”

“We’ll see about that,” you answered with a wink.

And that was why when daylight rolled around, bringing with it a chipper Dean and the scent of bacon, both were greeted with the sight of Sam half seated on the table against the wall with you stood before him, chests nearly melded together and legs intermingled, both topless and groaning the other’s name.

“Oh, come on!”

The wafting aroma of breakfast had done nothing to alert you of Dean’s presence and you gave a little yelp at the abrupt outburst while Sam’s bulky arms hastily wrapped themselves more securely around your back, pressing you tighter to his chest in an attempt to hide yours. You huffed a laugh and nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck and Sam couldn’t help but smile at how right it felt to hold you in his arms, in spite of the awkward circumstances and pending conversation.

Before he could answer his brother, however, Garth walked in, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he peered up at the unfolding scene. “What’d I miss?”

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Shower With Me

Pairing: Sam Winchester/Castiel

Written for: @samwinchesterbingo

Square filled: Sam/Castiel

Word Count: 2,025

Warnings: light angst, mentions of blood, fluff, mentions of Sam's relationships

Summary: Sam just wanted to get the blood off of his skin. Look where that got him

AO3 link: here

The door behind Dean fell shut with suggestive thunk, leaving Sam and Cas alone in the hallway. Sam didn’t know that doors could sound suggestive. Or that was just him knowing exactly what kind of face his older brother was currently pulling. Not that this was particularly important right now.

Important was to get the drying blood off of his skin. It was starting to itch in all the uncomfortable places and Sam was getting desperate for some sleep. But first, he had something more important to do. Convince his boyfriend to accompany him.

Sam threw a heavy arm around the angel, going for casual on the first attempt. It helped that Castiel was already leaning into his bubble.

“Cas, c'mon. We gotta shower."

One of his infamous head tilts (that had gotten less and less over time. Sam was both proud and irritably sad about this) was the first reaction. Directly followed by Cas’ eyebrows furrowing in a you-humans-confuse-me-way. "I don't require to-"

Sam swallowed the groan; it wasn't really directed at Cas anyway. More the act of discussing. Unlike his brother though, he knew how to vocalize at least some of his feelings. Namely the one responsible for wanting to not shower alone. Sam - in true Winchester style - refused to either lable or even look too closely at this urge. Dean would be so proud.

"I know. Feels nice to have somebody there though."

A soft 'oh' was all the answer he got. It really was nothing more than an exhale, the expression accompanying it being lost on Sam as he had already turned for the bathroom. His flannel dropped to the floor, the shirt underneath followed a step later (and well, if Dean were to find it tomorrow and complain about brain bleach, well, Sam booked it under revenge from the last time Gabriel stayed over). If Sam couldn't get Cas to hurry up with words alone, maybe a little skin would help. Not that he seriously believed that he could sway Cas if he had already made up his mind but Sam was pretty sure that he appreciated the implied offer. It was the thought that counted anyway. And right now, Sam's thoughts were zeroed in on 'get Cas under hot water'.

They for sure both needed it. While Sam had gotten relatively lucky and only received a round of mud in his face and over his torso along with a nice little cut down his left forearm, Castiel’s coat had been torn up pretty badly - by the same knife that had sliced Sam’s arm. The skin underneath was mostly healed already but blood and dust were drawing nice lines all over his body as well.

So really. Water, hot, and preferably yesterday.

Finally, Sam could hear the soft clack-clack of Castiel’s shoes on the stone floor and felt a hand sliding around his waist. A breath later, the familiar weight of Cas’ warm body rested against his now naked side.

“Then let’s shower together,” the solemn rumble in which Cas had stated the words had no deal of raising any feelings in his stomach, Sam decided. The fluttery feelings thought otherwise and clung to him.

Sam silently reminded every part of his body that they both were too tired for any funny business, please and thank you, and continued undressing silently.

Only to forget what he had wanted to do when he turned and caught a glimpse of Cas unbuttoning his shirt. The soft V of skin that got revealed with every new move drew Sam in magically. None of Cas’ movements were remotely sexual - simply getting rid of clothing to be exact - and still, Sam caught himself wanting nothing more than to feel this exposed skin under his fingers, map it out until he knew it by heart. Just when the shirt dropped to the ground, Castiel raised his head, the bright blue eyes a silent question.

Right. Shower. He needed to - yes, turn the water on. That was what Sam had been meaning to do. Jesus, to think that he had mocked Dean for being whipped.

Sam all but jumped into the shower stall and promptly stumbled. While he was still cursing the universe for this to be what finally killed him, two arms caught him around the waist and held him upright.

After his brain had caught up, Sam found himself pressed against the front of a very naked Castiel. It was actually quite convenient that they weren’t facing each other right now as Sam’s face felt like you could roast a few eggs on it and have enough left over heat for some nice pancakes.

They were sleeping together frequently and one little slip had him blushing like a virgin.

He needed to get a grip on himself, Sam thought with a hint of hysteria, or at least a distraction. In order to achieve this, he turned on the water.

And cursed. Loudly. That shit was cold. And not at all a distraction as it was just pushing him closer to the angel at his back.

“Are you alright, Sam?” Cas asked, concern lacing every word. The water wasn’t hitting him yet, thanks to Sam’s body effectively blocking it for now. “Are you hurt?”

Aside from his pride? At least the water was heating up now. “No, I’m fine. C’mon, you're not even wet yet.”

And without further warning, Sam tugged Castiel under the stream, his hands firmly planted on Cas' hips.

He got rewarded by a surprised sound in the back of Cas’ throat that sounded suspiciously - for lack of better words - like a whimper. It took just about all of Sam’s self control not to kiss it right off of these soft lips. And then he remembered that there actually was no reason to stop himself.

So Sam tipped his head down and stole a kiss. Castiel’s baffled face was enough to have him crack up.

“What was that for?” Cas asked curiously, their faces still close.

Water was running down both of their bodies by now, plastering their hair to their heads in ridiculous shapes and cutting through the dirt. Sam reached up and pushed some of the black mop of hair behind Cas’ ear in a soft motion and let his hand linger on the stubbly cheek. “For being here.”

“But you asked me to?” Cas said confused. As if he didn’t think it was an option to do anything else than following Sam’s requests.

It hit Sam just then that this was exactly how Castiel felt. And this realization felt like a punch in the gut.

To hide his uneasiness, Sam pulled until Cas was pressed flush against his chest, tugged his head into the angel’s shoulder and let the water pour down on them. For a long moment, Castiel didn’t move, confusion most likely written all over his face. Then, one of his hands came up and started brushing through Sam’s hair softly and untangling tiny knots. It was oddly comforting and eased the initial panic that had flooded his system after his little epiphany.

“Is there something wrong with that?” Cas eventually inquired, his voice perfectly calm.

His tone was no different from the times when they were discussing the mechanics of Sam’s laptop. Not a potentially huge problem in what Sam thought to be his first healthy relationship since Jess. He pulled in a last shuddering breath before extracting himself from their embrace.

“Quite a lot actually.” Sam rubbed his face. Was he really having this conversation sopping wet in a shower stall? Better than in a vampire nest, he presumed. “Look, Cas. You don’t have to do anything just because I asked you to. You can say no.”

Now Cas was looking at him with furrowed eyebrows again, his eyes darkening. Sam was preparing himself for a very painful discussion when he felt Cas pull away. And got swatted over the head.

The sheer ridiculousness of an angel of the Lord having just hit him without causing actual damage was more than enough to throw Sam a little off course. That was why it took him another few seconds to actually place Castiel's expression. It was neither hurt nor confusion. It was indignation.

“Samuel, do you think so low of me?” If Sam hadn’t been feeling like smiting might be in his near future he would actually find the little huff which had followed the words quite adorable. “I am perfectly capable of making my own decisions. One of them was following you to the shower not only because you asked me but because I wanted to. You won’t ever be able to convince me to work against my wishes by simply asking for it, that I can assure you.”

The urge to melt into a little Sam-puddle and flow down the drain was overwhelming. Of course he didn’t think of Cas as a mindless being. But sometimes - especially when he looked at him like that - it was hard to distinguish where Cas’ fierce loyalty morphed into something neither of them was comfortable with.

And yeah, Sam was not exactly known for a good track record when it came to the outcome of his relationships. So excuse him if he got a little cautious here and there. Especially with Castiel. Sam wasn't sure how he would ever be okay if he found out that their relationship was built up on yet another set of delusions that destroyed everyone involved.

But Cas’ hands had found their way back to his shoulders where they were a grounding weight despite the fire in his eyes. The touch alone was almost as reassuring as his words. Sam nodded after considering his words.

“You’re right and I’m sorry. I know this, I do,” Sam sagged into Castiel’s frame, water running into his eyes and blurring his sight, “but I worry sometimes, y’know? That we push you too hard or you don’t want to speak up or whatever.”

“Sam.” The indignation was still there but it was being overshadowed by warm fondness. He wasn’t sure how he earned that one but he was willing to accept it. Especially with Cas still holding onto him. “You don’t need to worry. I have millenia of experience with pushing from every direction and I can assure you that your kind is quite different. Still, you worry for me, for my well being, mental or physical. This is why it is worth fighting for this world, this is why I love you.”

Technically speaking, Cas could mean humanity as a whole with his statement. But his hands were on Sam’s shoulder blades and his face was mere inches from his and his eyes were full of so much it almost made Sam turn away. Luckily though he had a slightly higher tolerance level for feelings-conversations than his brother so he was not only able to hold his gaze but croak out the words. “I love you too, Cas.”

A slow smile spread over Castiel’s face at that and he reached up to cup Sam’s cheek. “I know you do.”

The laugh that jumped out of Sam startled both of them. He just felt so damn relieved. Like something he hadn’t known he had been carrying with him the whole time had been lifted from his shoulders unexpectedly. Cas' smile was almost blinding when he turned his head to press his lips against Sam's and caught the next round of laughter with his own mouth.

“Can we start with the cleaning up now? I’d much rather make use of the bed than keep getting water in my eyes,” Cas said and stared at the shower head like it had committed a crime against humanity. Or, more accurately, mildly annoyed him.

Sam chuckled again and dropped a kiss on the shoulder that he was closer to. Then, he messed up Cas’ ruined hair, earning himself another pointed glare (it was a pout. But Sam feared that if he started thinking of a pouting Cas now, he would never stop again). “Hand over the shampoo then and let me show you why I dragged you here in the first place.”

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Are you dating my mom?

Pairing : Alpha!Sam x Beta!OFC (but not really), Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader

Word count : 2,116

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Written for : @samwinchesterbingo & @spnabobingo

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Warnings : Divorce talked about, Vindictive Ex wife, crush, escort.

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“I can’t believe you’re going.” you groaned as your mother continued to apply her makeup. “You know dad’s going to be there, right? With Selene.”

“That’s exactly why I’m going.” You rolled your eyes at her for being so childish about this. When your parents had divorced, your mother took you and half of everything, including the company he’d built while married to her. “I will not let that omega bitch push me out of my own social circle.” she snapped.

“She isn’t pushing you out of anything, mom.”

“She pushed me out of my home.”

“No, dad did. And you bought a bigger one to spite him.” You gestured around you. “You don’t even have a date.”

“I do.” she smiled into the mirror. “A hot alpha. Young too, younger than his new wife.”

“That’s.. That’s not something to be proud of, mom. It’s creepy.” you winced and left the room.

You were down in the kitchen getting a drink when you heard the doorbell ring. Thinking it was the pizza you ordered, you grabbed your wallet and headed for the door. It wasn’t your pizza. In fact, it was the last person you ever expected to see on your doorstep and he was wearing a tux.

“Hey, uh, I’m here to pick up-”

“I’m coming!” Your mom came flying down the stairs behind you as you stood there, still stunned. The guy you’d been crushing on from a distance was here… for your mom? “You weren’t waiting long, were you?”

“No.” he gave her a soft smile.

“Uh, what- what is happening?” you finally muttered, frown on your face as you looked between them.

“This is my date.” she grinned.

“I’m Sam.” he held out a hand to shake. “Sam Winchester.” You shook his hand, your grip loose as you were still pretty stunned.

“I know.. I’ve seen you on campus.” his hand fell from yours and his face almost paled. “Are you dating-” you gestured to your mom, but your mom was quick to start hurrying him out and to the waiting car.

“We need to get going. Don’t wait up, honey!” she called out with a grin.

“Wasn’t planning on it.” you mumbled, watching them go. As they made their way to the car, the pizza delivery guy pulled in behind them.

It was a week before you saw him again on campus. He was waiting at the coffee cart, so you hurried in behind him. “Hey.” He turned, and was stunned to find you behind him. “So, are you dating my mom, or..”

“What are you doing here?” he was looking around, as if afraid someone would hear.

“I told you, I go to school here, too. Can I get an answer? What’s with you and my mom? How do you even know her?”

“Uh-” Before he could say more, his coffee was ready and he grabbed it, handing off money and not bothering to wait for the change. “Sorry, don’t want to be late for class.” and then he was hurrying off.

You watched him hurry off and shook your head. “Is it just me or is he acting suspicious?” Realizing you said that louder than expected, you glanced at the coffee cart guy who just shrugged at you.

“I don’t know, but do you want a coffee or not?”

“Yeah.” you sighed. “Might as well.”

Three months later, another event had your mother getting all dolled up. This was the third one she’d be attending with Sam on her arm. When the doorbell rang, you ran for it. Once again, Sam was on the other side and rather than let him in, you put a hand to his chest and pushed him farther back so you could step out and shut the door.

“I’m here for-”

“I know why you’re here.” You gave him a once over, and he was once again dressed nice, this time in a black suit. Fuck, he looked good. You really couldn’t fault your mother for being interested, honestly. “But I want an answer this time. You can opt for silence all you want, but I’ll get my answers one way or another.”

Sam didn’t say anything, he simply pulled out his phone and typed for a minute before putting it back into his pocket.

“I’ve got all the time in the world, and money to waste.” you pointed out. “It’s a simple question. Are you dating my mom? Because the only time I see you is on campus or for one of these events. It doesn’t seem like you’re dating her. So what the hell is this?”

“It is what it is.” he shrugged.

“How did you meet her?”

Sam didn’t answer, and the door behind you opened. “What is going on out here?” your mother scolded as she hurried out and between you and Sam. “Why are you refusing to let him near the house?”

Your eyes narrowed at him. “You were texting her to rat me out?” Sam just gave you a shrug.

“Why are you doing this?” your mother demanded.

“I just want to know how you two met, that’s it!” You kept your eyes on him, waiting for him to answer. When he didn’t you decided to poke at a delicate mother/daughter relationship instead. “Heaven forbid I give a shit about who my mom is dating, right? Especially when you’re still in a vulnerable place, what with Selene and dad getting married. What if he’s just-”

Your mother relaxed and sighed. “Ms. Montgomery introduced us.” she relented.

“Jack and Jordan's mom?” you gave her a confused look. You had been very close with the twins before they went off to different colleges. You still talked to them from time to time. Now you looked back at Sam. Maybe he had known them at some point? Maybe a friend of the family or something?

“Yeah. Now you have your answer, we need to go or we’ll be late.” she all but dragged Sam away, and you watched them go.

Once the car was gone, you headed back inside and went right for your phone and dialed a number. “Hey, Jordan? Quick question. What do you know about Sam Winchester?”

“Who? Never heard of him.”

“Really? My mom said she met him through your mom.”

You heard a groan through the line. “Alpha?” You hummed an affirmative. “Maybe he’s one of the escorts.”

“What!?”

“Yeah, since dad died like 6 years ago, she’s had a steady rotation of young Alphas on her arm to keep up appearances, and in her bed. Some Alpha for hire service? Waste of money, honestly.” he grumbled. “Hey, if you need an alpha-”

“Good bye, Jordan.” you could hear him laughing before you hung up.

Sam was surprised when he got the booking. A weekend away? She’d never booked a weekend with him before, and she never booked him this close together. He saw her about 9 days ago for an event where he was once again flaunted in front of her ex husband. He wasn’t going to complain though, with how much she paid him for a couple of hours, a weekend with her could pay off what his scholarship didn’t cover for a whole semester.

Maybe the ex would be wherever the hell she was taking him.

He pulled into the driveway, and excited his car with a sigh, preparing himself for yet another ambush by the daughter. 9 days ago, she had smiled at him in a way that made him anxious from inside the house, but he had been lucky her mother had been ready to go and opened the door for him. He wasn’t sure he’d be that lucky this time.

Knocking on the door, he turned and glanced behind him. When he turned back, the door was open and you were smiling at him with that smile again, the one that made him nervous. “I’m here for-”

“Me.” you grinned as his brow creased with a frown. “You’re here, for me.”

“Uh-” He pulled out the paper in his pocket, checking again.

“Her account, but all me.” you smiled. “My mom’s not even here. She’s on a cruise with her friends for two weeks, left two days ago.”

Sam groaned and rolled his eyes. “What do you want?”

“A weekend away, obviously.” You turned from him and reached for your small luggage that was just inside your sitting room. Once you had it, you went back to the door. Sam moved back as you stepped out and locked the front door. “Thought you might like a weekend away from the books too. And with someone your own age, for once.” you teased, smirking up at him.

“I-”

“I’m paying you.” you reminded him, and he rolled his eyes and relented, starting for his car. You followed behind with a grin.

You had given him the map to get him from your house to the old family cabin in the mountains, and then rolled down the window as he started off. An hour later, neither of you had said a word to each other as he drove and you enjoyed the wind in your hair. But finally, you spoke.

“Why do you do it? Alpha for hire?” you glanced over at him. “Are you fucking my mom too, or just-”

“I just take her to events.” he answered, not looking over. “And I do it to pay for school. Not all of us were born with a silver spoon in our mouth.” You laughed at that, and he looked over confused. “Hey, some of us have to bust our ass-”

“I wasn’t born with a silver spoon in my mouth, Sam.” you glanced over, smile still on your face.

“I’ve seen your house.” he pointed out. “And you obviously have an idea of how much your mother's paying me.”

“You’ve seen my mothers desperate attempts to hide how much she’s hurting.” you looked away and out the window again. “When they divorced, she fought him for half of everything, even the company he’d built from the ground up while they were married. Mr. Montgomery believed in my dad and invested, it’s why we’re so close to them. My dad worked his ass off for this, and my mom took half of it to try and hurt him for leaving her for an Omega.”

“Right, your mom's a beta..” he whispered to himself. “Beta or not, dick move on his part.”

“Yep.” you looked down at your hands. “But sometimes shit just doesn't work out. You fall out of love, and meet someone else. Selene is good for him. I haven’t seen him this happy for years, but mom can’t accept that maybe this could be for the best for her, too. She’s too determined to try and hurt him, no matter the cost. I know it might look like I am, but I’m not some trust fund kid. We don’t have that kind of money, no matter what airs my mom puts on. I work for my schooling, too.”

“Really?”

You nodded. “I actually had to take a few days off for this.” you were looking out at the trees going past with a smile on your face.

“Where do you work?”

“Dad's company. Though, I don’t get paid, in a sense.” You looked over at him and he looked confused again. “Instead of getting a paycheck, he puts money into an account that pays for everything school. Tuition, books, whatever. I live with my mom so I don’t have to worry about rent or food, plus she obviously needs me.”

“Guess I pegged you wrong, huh?” he half mumbled as he glanced back through his side window before switching lanes.

“Looks like it.” you smiled. Your smile faded when you began feeling a little warm and realized there was a bead of sweat collecting on your temple. “Hey, this thing has AC, right?”

“Yeah, why, you getting hot?” he glanced over.

“Yeah. You mind?”

“No, not at all.” He began rolling up his window as you did the same, and then he reached over and hit the button for the AC and turned the dial. “Better?”

The air started to hit you as you angled the vents just right, and as the air started to cool further, you sunk back into your seat with a smile. “Yeah, thanks.”

“No problem. Let me know if you need me to pull over or something.”

When you glanced at him, he looked worried. “I should be okay now. We’ve only got about another hour anyways and then I’ll be out in the mountain air.”

“You sure?” You gave him a nod. “Alright.”

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holylulusworld · 1 year ago

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Very tight places - Kinktober 3

Summary: You're stuck with a soulless Sam again.

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x fem!Reader

Square 8 filled for @anyfandomgoesbingo: Amnesia

Square 6 filled for @samwinchesterbingo: Dirty Talk

Warnings: soulless!Sam being his asshole self, cheating (kinda), smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, mentions of anal sex, creampie, claustrophilia, blasphemie

Rating: Explicit

Kink: Claustrophilia

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Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

Catch up here: Cramped (1) & Tight places (2)

Six months later you are still hunting with Dean and Sam. You didn’t want to leave the elder Winchester alone with his soulless brother.

Who are you trying to kid? The ugly and embarrassing truth is, that you can’t stay away from Sam for too long.

He’s intoxicating. You’re high on him, and the way he fucks you. If you had an ounce of dignity left, you’d tell the bastard to fuck off. But you are too far gone to care.

Most nights, you let him do unspeakable things to you. Dean stumbled in on you and his brother, calling you sick more than once. He wrinkles his nose anytime Sam gropes you in front of his brother.

Sam has no filter. In any way. When it comes to sex, he doesn’t care if you are in the middle of a case, at a hospital, or buying groceries. Sam wants you, and he gets you.

Anytime. Anywhere.

“Sam, what are we doing here, dressed in the cheapest costumes we could find,” you grumble as Sam decides you must play nun and priest to solve your latest case.

Dean is out and about to find Death. Not to die this time, but to convince Death himself to help him get Sam’s soul back.

Sam is not amused. He wants to stay like this. New and improved. Deadly, focused, and with a sexual appetite making even Dean blush.

“I look ridiculous. They will not believe I’m a nun.” Glancing around the almost empty church you sigh. At least there are not many people around to witness your poor performance.

“Why?” Sam resists the urge to grope your ass. Seeing you in your nun costume got him rock-hard. If not for the case he wants to solve, he’d have you bent over the altar already. “We look just the same as the priest I knocked out to get his clothes.”

“You did what?” you stop in your tracks to gape at Sam. “Please tell me you didn’t knock a priest out, Samuel Winchester. I don’t want to go to hell only because you have no impulse control.”

Sam smirks darkly. “You are so cute when mad,” he dips his head to whisper, “not so cute while you writhe on my fat cock. You’re a whore, not a saint. I know how you like it. Dirty and rough.”

“Sam, can you for once not think about your dick?” You growl. “We still need to find the monster killing the people at the church. Sadly, the only witness still suffers from amnesia.”

“That’s where you come in,” Sam purrs. “I didn’t want you to wear this iconic tunic only for fun. You are the one taking Sister Margaret’s place. You’ll fit in just fine.”

“I don’t want to play the next victim for the monster. Which by the way, you still didn’t identify, Sam. Maybe you shouldn’t have spent the last night at the bar with that blonde,” you snap at the hunter. You don’t give a shit if your blow your cover. Sam won’t get away with treating you like a random bitch he can fuck and leave afterward.

“Y/N, be honest with me,” he chuckles at your angry expression, “are you jealous because you are in love with me?“

“You wish,” you walk away, too angry to be around Sam today. Are you jealous? Of course, you are. Sam and you spent the last months together. Most of the time in the sheets. But last night, he told you to leave and didn’t return until early in the morning.

“Don’t be like that, baby,” Sam mocks you. “I know you love me. You draw hearts and imagine walking down the aisle while I wait for you to give you the ring.”

“You’re such an asshole,” you turn back around to snap at Sam. “I can’t wait for Dean to get your soul back. The moment you have it back, I’m gone. Don’t believe I stuck around for you and your limp dick. I did it for Dean because he’s a good man. Always was.”

“You want my brother?” His features darken, and you can see the change in Sam’s eyes. You take a step back. You know the look in his eyes. It’s the same one you see when he’s about to attack a monster. “Well, too bad. He can’t have you.”

“He can have me if he wants me.” It’s your turn to pay Sam back for all the times you asked yourself if he’s with some other girl. “Just like you had that pretty little thing last night.”

Sam snorts. “She was boring and wanted to go on a date first.” He casually says. As if this excuses his behavior, and how he treated you last night. “Come. I show you something nice.”

“Sam, I’m not in the mood for one of your games. Let’s just solve this case and we can go our separate ways. I stuck around far longer than I intended to.” You huff as Sam once again, ignores your protests. He grabs you by your arm and drags you toward the confession booth.

“Sam! What are you doing?”

“Shush now, I saw someone,” he pushes you inside the booth and closes the door behind him. You gulp. You’re stuck in a tight place with Sam again. “Do you have your gun?”

“What kind of question is that Winchester? I’m not an idiot!”

“Good. Stay in here and wait for me,” he turns around to look at you. Something flashes in his eyes before he turns around to leave the booth. Not without telling you to lock it, though…

You’re gnawing at your nails. Sam left you at the confession booth half an hour ago, and now you don’t know if you left the booth to help him or not.

You press your ear to the door, listening to your breathing. There is not a sound, and you wonder if Sam messed with you and just left the church.

“Open the door,” Sam knocks at the door, “now.”

“Fuck, Winchester,” you curse, but unlock the door to drag Sam inside. He closes it behind him once again and releases an annoyed huff as you check him for injuries.

“You can't wait to put your hands on me again, huh?” Sam turns around to look you up and down. “You know,” he licks his lips. His large hands shoot toward your face to cradle it for a moment, “I think you should confess your sins to me, my dear.”

“I said I’m not in the mood for one of your games,” you pout and cross your arms over your chest. “Why did you leave me in here, all alone? Did you find the monster?”

“I fucked the nuns and gave them a good spanking,” Sam deadpans. “What do you think I did? I kept you safe. The monster wasn’t here. We will find them, though.”

“You’re such an asshole.”

“And you are still my whore. My brother can’t have you,” he moves his hand to your throat. “Say it.”

“Fuck you.”

“You wish I would,” he chuckles as you claw at the hand holding your throat in a tight grip. “OR maybe I should remind you of your worth. Turn around, lift your tunic, sister. I want to see your cunt.”

“No.”

“Do it or I swear I’ll drag you out of here and fuck you on the altar like I wanted to,” he warns. You know Sam is not joking. If you don’t do as he says, he’ll drag you out and have his way with you on the altar.

He drops his hand from your throat, smirking as you slowly turn around. You shove the black tunic up your body to reveal your ass to him.

“I hate you so much.”

“No panties,” Sam moves his hand between your legs to find you dripping for him. “you’re such a whore for me. I can’t believe I found someone like you.”

You should knee his balls and just leave him there. Instead, you press your hands against the wooden wall and brace yourself for Sam’s massive cock. He’s not a fan of foreplay when he’s like that.

“My whore.” He runs his large hand over your back, down to your ass. “Look at you, ready to have my cock. I think I’ll go for your ass today.”

You suck in a breath. It’s always a struggle to take him up your ass. Especially when he’s impatient.

“Here?”

“Aw, my little cockslut loves having me up her ass, huh?” His pants drop to the ground before you can even choke out a moan. Sam is on you in a blink. One hand moves between your legs to slap your pussy. “Answer me!”

“YES!”

“Louder!”

“I love your cock up my ass,” he slaps your pussylips again, and again until your tender flesh throbs and you soak his hand. “I want to feel it all the time.”

“Beg me,” he slings his arm around your throat. “Y/N, I’m not asking,” Sam growls in your ear. “I want to hear you beg.”

“Please give me your cock, Father Winchester,” he bends your body to his will and rams himself inside of your leaking cunt.

“Fuck,” Sam is not gentle. All he gives you is his free hand between your legs to toy with your clit. He snaps his hips into your ass, making you cry out with every deep thrust. “I love it when cry a little.”

“Ass-hole,” you press your hands hard against the wooden wall. “I hate you so much.”

Sam doesn’t care about your words, or that you soak his cock only a few thrusts later. He batters your cunt, hoping to force another orgasm out of you to make you see that only he can fulfill your desires.

“You make the sweetest noises when I fuck you,” he nips at your earlobe, teeth sinking in your flesh to tug at it. You moan and push back onto him. Sam knows exactly which buttons he must push to get what he wants. “I’m going to fill this cunt up again.”

You hiss his name when your body sizes up. You tremble in his arms and close your eyes as your orgasm washes over you. When he fucks you like this, from behind you can pretend it’s the real Sam, not the broken version of the hunter.

“You’re such a good slut for me, Y/N. I’ll never let you go,” his words a more threat than a promise. His hips begin to stutter. “Open that pussy for me, take my cum…”

You don’t know how you made it out of the church without getting caught. Sam’s cum ran down your thighs as he dragged you out of the place you stained with your sins.

Back at the motel, you try to make him talk to you. Sam sits across you, just staring at you.

“Sam, we still need to find the monster.” You sigh as he ignores you. “SAM! The monster.”

“It was a hoax,” he shrugs and drops his eyes to your legs. “I wanted to fuck you at a church in a confession booth.”

“There is no monster?” Your jaw drops. “You drove to the middle of nowhere, and forced me to wear a nun costume only for sex.”

“Roleplay, kitten. It’s essential to keep my dick hard.” He watches you squirm on the bed. “Be good and spread your legs. Let me see your tainted cunt.”

“Sam…can you just not be so crass all the time?”

“I said,” he gets up from his seat to stand in front of your bed, “spread your legs and show me your well-fucked and cum stained cunt.”

“Fine,” you fall back onto the bed and spread your legs. “Satisfied.”

“Hmm…I don’t know,” he unbuckles his belt with one hand and shoves his pants down his legs. “I think you need more cum in your pussy…”

“Please tell me you got him out,” Dean looks at Death.

“I got his soul, and we should hurry but,” Death looks Dean straight in the eyes, “I must warn you. This soul got ripped apart, and there is not much left of the brother you knew…

Part 4

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sofreddie · 2 years ago

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The Parts You Hide

Summary: Sam hates being Dean's secret.

Characters: Bisexual!Sam x Closeted Bisexual!Dean

Warnings: Wincest (Not Related), M/M, Angst, Implied Smut

SW: Sam/Dean (@samwinchesterbingo)

DEAN BINGO: SECRETLY DATING (@spndeanbingo)

LGBTQ: Secret Relationship (@lgbtqbingo)

WC: 724

A/N: This sort of feels like a possible sequel to 'Omega In Need', but it's not because I want to take that story in a different direction. So this is a stand-alone piece.

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Sam sat quietly at the end of the bed, watching as his lover redressed after their romp in the sheets. He sighed heavily. He should be used to it by now. It was the same every time for the year they had been together. He would dress. And he would leave.

"You okay, Sammy?"

The deep, gravelly voice of his lover brought his attention back into focus.

"Yeah," Sam sighed with a tight smile, turning his gaze back to his feet. Sam felt the bed dip beside him, the warmth of another person reaching out to him.

"You wanna try that again?"

"Dean-" Sam protested, feeling on the verge of tears but not about to let himself cry.

"Did I hurt you?" Dean inquired. "I know I got a little worked up, but we haven't seen each other in a while-"

"Maybe we'd see each other more if you stopped hiding me," Sam spat as he angrily rose from his seat and began pacing the room.

When Sam met Dean, he was immediately swept away by the handsome man with the stunning green eyes. Dean made him feel seen and loved and wanted. He made him feel like less of a freak. Dean was bisexual just like him, enjoying men and woman depending on the mood.

Things were different with Dean, though. The way he touched and held Sam. The way he would sometimes fuck him senseless, or sometimes be so slow and gentle Sam thought he might die from the intimacy.

But Sam quickly realized that anytime they saw each other in public, they were just friends. Even worse, Dean had a reputation for being a ladies' man, a love-em-and-leave-em type. Everyone thought he was straight and he wanted to keep it that way. It made Sam's stomach churn.

"Sam, we talked about this-"

"No, you talked and you decided, Dean."

The silence between them was thick and heavy. Dean couldn't meet Sam's eyes.

"I can't keep being your dirty little secret, Dean." Sam accused. "I'm in love with you. With all of you, even the parts you hide."

"Sam," Dean shook his head. "I can't…no one can know."

Dean's words cut him deep.

"Then maybe this should end," Sam stated in defeat, dressing quicker than he ever had before and trying to ignore the aches he usually cherished.

Dean froze at Sam's words. He didn't want it to end. But he wasn't ready for anyone to know about them. Maybe he never would be. He never expected to grow feelings for the beautiful younger man, but they snuck up on him and smacked him like a truck.

But he still couldn't let anyone know.

"Maybe I should go," Dean said as he worked his way to the door. "Give you some space."

"And that!" Sam added, pointing his finger at Dean. "You always leave. You never stay with me after you get what you came for. Is that all I am to you? A secret, dirty fuck?!"

"You know you mean more than that," Dean responded, his tone far too calm.

It wasn't the first time they'd had this argument. Dean would promise to try and Sam would let him back in. The calmness in Sam's tone told him Dean was done having to do this again and again. He wanted Sam to just accept what they had.

"Maybe you should go," Sam challenged. "If we can't be more than this…if we can't have a normal relationship…" Sam shook his head, unwilling to vocalize those thoughts completely, but it was enough for Dean to get the point.

Dean didn't want to lose Sam, but he just couldn't see how they could ever have a normal relationship. His friends and family just wouldn't understand. Everyone would look at him differently, and treat him differently. Maybe Sam just needed to cool off. They could talk about it again when he wasn't so emotional.

At the click of the door, Sam let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He'd made up his mind. When Dean inevitably showed up again, he would turn him away and end things for good. It didn't matter that he said it many times before. He meant it this time. He deserved to be more than just another part of Dean that he hid from the world.

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unnuevosoltransformalarealidad · 2 years ago

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Rescue Me [Part 01]

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Summary: It's time to move on, to start again, to become someone again. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader (Eventually) Prompt: Free Space for @fictional-affairs′ Make A Story Challenge Squares filled: Lifeguard for @j3bingo // Free Space for @samwinchesterbingo / Sam Winchester for @supernatural-jackles Tell Me A Story Bingo // Love after heartbreak for @spnfluffbingo // Word Count: 1.7k Warnings: Alternative universe, mention of abusive relationship, minor accident (not related to the abuse in the relationship), violent reaction from the partner,

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You always believed that once you finished college, your dream life would come true, but then, life decided that it was going to get even better. You met Ashton, the man of your dreams, your prince charming. Everything was perfect, everything you had ever dreamt of since you were a little girl.

Unfortunately, for you, this dream, this fairytale vanished quite rapidly, and your prince charming became the villain of your love story.

At first, it all started with complaints about your outfits, then it was about not being the devoted girlfriend and fiancée he was expecting you to be. Then it escalated to silly fights until one day, he changed the locks in your shared house, he changed the phone line number, and he started keeping you away from the outside world. A small accident made you realize how controlled and disconnected you were.

After being released from the hospital, you called Dean, he was one of the few friends you had left from high school. You had distanced from each other but we were there whenever the other was needed.

He agreed to pick you up from the hospital without question. He was worried, and he wanted to know what happened, but he was working, so he was just able to pick you up and drop you off at home, but before leaving he left the number of the firefighter station in case you needed help.

When Ashton arrived and saw you, his smile faded and turned into anger, his eyes were boiling with rage. He started yelling and throwing things claiming that for any reason you shouldn’t have left the house. With tears flowing down your face, you tried to explain to him what had happened and for the first time, you got really scared by his reaction.

You’ve never seen him react the way he did. He screamed at you, got very violent, he broke whatever was in hand, he grabbed your injured limb and smashed it to the wall causing you more pain than when you had the accident earlier, you broke down, your body shaking in pain and fear, he punched the wall a few times missing a mere inch or two away from your face. For the first time, you were scared for your life.

He smashed a few more things on the way to the door and he left. Your legs gave out and you fell on the floor.

A few minutes later, you heard some sirens, probably your neighbor called an ambulance, it wasn’t the first time that Ashton behaved like this. Then, Dean appeared, shocked at the mess in your house, he approached you slowly and calmly, he could see the terror on your face and your body language, he didn't want to cause you any more pain or fear than you were already experiencing.

You saw Dean coming closer to you and kneeling next to you, "hey sweetheart," he whispered, "it's okay, you're safe now" he assured. He helped you get up protecting your now severely injured limb.

Dean took you to your bathroom and helped you to clean the small cuts and scrapes you had before checking your arm. "I think you need to see a doctor. Your arm seems to be worse now," you just nodded, you were so lost in your mind that you weren't processing what was going on around you.

"I'm sorry," you apologized, "hey, no, this isn't your fault" you could feel the anger Dean was holding up, he didn't want to outburst because it could do a lot worse to you.

"Let's take you to the hospital," he said, helping you out of your apartment.

While you were in the hospital, a police officer showed up and took your statement about what had happened. They promised you they were going to work on getting Ashton paid for what he did to you. They recommend you look for a safe place to move while they work on finding him. Dean agreed and thanked the officer.

"We are leaving this place and it's not open for discussion," Dean said sternly once you were back at your apartment to gather some of your belongings. "He will know I'm with you," you admitted.

"Do you trust me? He asked and you nodded, "then you're safe, you have nothing to worry about." He promised and then left your engagement ring on your kitchen table.

With everything ready, Dean and you hit the road, he never mentioned where exactly was taking you, but he was certain that Ashton was never going to find you and you were going to be safe.

You knew that Dean had a younger brother, but hadn't seen him in years, you guessed he was taking you there.

"De," you called softly and he grabbed your hand, letting you know he was listening to you, "where are we going?"

“I’m taking you to a place where you will fall in love again, and be the cool person I grew up with,” Dean replied.

“I’m not ready to fall in love again, De,” you explained and he looked at you with a knowing look. "I promised you I was going to keep you safe; I'm taking you somewhere safe," he answered, knowing he was still blaming himself for taking you back to your place.

"Are you going to stay with me?" You squeezed his hand, worried he was going to leave you there on your own. "I'm going to stay with you for some time, at least until you get better from that injury," you nodded and stopped talking, Dean kept his hand with yours, just to keep you grounded.

After driving a few more hours, you saw the welcome sign of where Dean was taking you, confirming your suspicions.

“Why Massachusetts?” you asked, “I want you to be in a place where I know you’ll be safe and in a place where Ashton can’t find you” Dean explained, “So? That doesn’t answer my question”

Dean didn’t answer you right away and decided to pull over and face you, “we… I want to put you in a place where he can’t find you. I need to know you are safe at all times” he sighed, “my brother Sammy lives there. He is a lifeguard and I can get a position as a firefighter in the meantime, we will keep you safe, I will keep you safe”

At the mention of Sam’s profession, your eyes lit up, and it piqued your interest. You graduated as a lifeguard too but you’ve never had the chance to work as one. You met Ashton before you could start working.

“That’s why I chose Cape Cod. You will have the chance to work as a lifeguard” he explained, “I appreciate the support De, but I don’t know if I’m going to be able to finally become one” you admitted sadly looking at your injured limb. “We will see when the time comes,” he said hopefully

A few hours later, Dean and you finally arrived at Cape Cod. The place was beyond stunning, it had a view that you wouldn’t mind waking up to every single day

Dean saw the little smile on your face when you saw the beach, but he knew you weren’t sure about all of this. “What is it? You don’t like it?” he teased and you chuckled

“Nah, I love it. It just….” you sighed, “I don’t have a job, I’m injured and…”

He stopped and faced you, “sweetheart, don’t worry about anything. We will figure this out. I’m here for you” you took a deep breath and nodded

The next time Dean made a full stop, was in front of a house, where a very tall, broad man with perfect long hair was outside, waiting for the two of you.

“Do you trust me?” Dean asked one more time and you nodded. He got out of the car and you started to take deep breaths just to keep yourself relaxed. He appeared on your side and opened the door, helping you out of it.

“Y/N, this is my brother, Sam,” he said introducing us. Just seeing him made you feel safe in a way, and knowing that Dean trusted him was enough for you to believe it too.

Dean grabbed your hands, gave them a little squeeze, and looked into your eyes, “sweetheart, I know this is a lot to ask, but can you stay with Sammy for a little? I need to check out our place.” You gave it a thought, you were going to deny it and ask Dean to go with him, but there was something about Sam that attracted you in a way, you didn’t know if it was the trust Dean has in his profession, or just his demeanor that made you feel safe.

You looked at Dean and nodded. “It’s going to be two hours max, I promise,” he said and then kissed your forehead.

Sam approached the car and took the few belongings you were able to grab before fleeting your house. Dean looked at you and slightly nodded, he climbed into his car and left.

“Shall we?” Sam said in a comforting tone, when you looked at him, you were expecting to see pity, but no, you saw love.

He helped you to get inside, he seemed to be such a cool guy, when he placed his hand on your back to guide you, you thought you were going to flinch, but no, the warmth feeling was very welcomed, it made you relax, it made you think that not all men were like Ashton.

You weren’t expecting to start a relationship or even think about it, but Sam was definitely different, in a very good way. You knew right now and then, after just meeting him, that you could trust him and he was not going to hurt you.

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calaofnoldor · 3 years ago

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A Hospitable Birthday

Characters: Sam x F!Reader, Dean, Castiel (mentioned)

Words: 3,055

Summary: It’s your birthday and you’re stranded at the hospital. Good thing your boyfriend’s a total dreamboat.

Warnings: 18+ almost smut?, injured!reader, mentions of surgery, language, a gross amount of fluff and cheese

A/N: this was a request from the beautiful @swiftlymoniquesblog who sadly injured her knee shortly before her birthday. i tried to include everything we talked about, hope you like it! (again, sorry it’s a day late!) happy birthday and get well soon, darling 😘

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You trace the veins of the tanned and heavy forearm slung across your waist, nuzzling your head deeper into your boyfriend’s pillow of a pec as you ponder the passing of another year. Sam’s scent and warmth envelope you in comfort while the hard lines of his body, nestled against your softer curves, provide just the right amount of support.

“Mm, morning, baby,” he grumbles into your skin, planting a sweet, wet kiss at the junction between your neck and shoulder.

“Morning, handsome.” The smile on your face is also evident in your voice as you turn to face him and press a wake-up kiss of your own upon his soft, pink lips.

It would have been a perfect start to your special day if only Sam’s giant frame wasn’t squished against the plastic rails and his feet weren’t dangling off the edge of your tiny hospital bed.

“What are you doing in my bed?”

Sam lifts his brows before pulling an expression of mock offence. “Well, that’s a first. But all you have to do is say the word,” he says, making an act of getting up to remove himself from your side.

Of course, you don’t let him get far, quick to push him back in place with a light laugh, “You know that’s not what I mean.” Glancing down at his body, so carefully entwined around yours, you motion to the general lack of space, “But you didn’t have to stay the night; there’s no way that’s comfortable.”

His chuckle warms your palm from where it’s resting above his heart, as his long, deft fingers come up to push a strand of unruly hair gently behind your ear. “’Course I did. You said your favorite way to wake up was next to me, and seeing as saving my brother’s life is what got you stuck here, I figured it was the least I could do.” The blissful adoration in his kaleidoscopic eyes would have been enough to knock you off your feet if you weren’t already lying down. “Besides,” Sam brings your hand up to his lips, puckering them tenderly against your palm before setting it back on his chest, “you’d be surprised by the conditions I could sleep well in with you in my arms.”

Though you can’t deny the slight pang of disappointment that had surfaced within you when Sam didn’t cite your birthday as the reason he’d stayed the night, he’s so freaking sweet, you really can’t fault him, just as private moments like this are so incredibly rare, you refuse to ruin the mood.

“You mean like that night in the Impala’s backseat?” you ask, slithering your torso above his in an attempt to somewhat replicate your positioning during that memorable autumn night.

Sam stills your squirming with big hands on either shoulder, though his eyes flicker down to your lips. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, baby girl.”

You pout up at him, “Well, if you slept with me because I saved Dean’s hide, what’s he gonna do to thank me?” The way your brow quirks suggestively makes Sam laugh.

“You’re trouble, you know that? And you’re lucky I love you.” His lips find the tip of your nose, lingering there as you watch him pick up his phone and swipe his thumb across the screen a few times out of the corner of your eye. “As for your question, you’re about to find out.”

Not five minutes later, Dean bursts through the door, a great big grin on his face. “Rise and shine, lovebirds! Breakfast is here!”

They help you set up your little rolling table, encumbering it with boxes upon boxes of your favorite breakfast foods, and many of Dean’s as well.

“Dean, did you get her at least one healthy thing?” Sam complains when he opens up the fourth container to find a heavily whipped creamed slice of pie.

“’Course I did,” Dean defends around a slice of bacon, “There’s oatmeal in that one.” He points at the smallest carton in front of you.

Giggling, you shut Sam up by stuffing his mouth full of your syrupy French toast and then kissing the powdered sugar off his chin.

It’s a delightful meal, but not once do they mention the occasion you’re celebrating alone in your head. Yet you can hardly blame them for forgetting. After all, your lives are hectic, and Sam and Dean aren’t exactly in the habit of celebrating birthdays anyway. Still, it’s a fairly big one and you can’t help but let that smidge of disappointment nibble away at you through the day.

You had hoped to celebrate surviving another year beside the love of your life and several close friends in the bunker, before that damned vampire hunt landed you in this bed. When one of the fanged bastards tried to sneak up behind Dean, you’d sprinted to his rescue, making swift work with your trusty machete, but tearing your meniscus in the process. The pain hadn’t been too bad or noticeable at first, with the fresh adrenaline still coursing through you, but when it came time to walk away from the dilapidated blood bath, you found yourself on wobbly legs.

Sam, ever your knight in cozy plaid, was by your side in an instant. “Woah, baby, I got you. What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” His large, strong hands had steadied you whilst his bright, perceptive eyes swept over your figure in search of any obvious injuries.

“I don’t know, I don’t think so? Just my knee feels like- ah!“ As you took an experimental step forward, your knees had terrifyingly given way, but with his cat-like reflexes, Sam was able to swing you into his arms in one smooth motion. “Hey, hey, take it easy, alright? Let’s get you home and see what’s going on with that knee.”

Monsters didn’t frighten you but with angel mojo in short supply, a dumb injury potentially benching you for the unforeseeable future seemed rather daunting, so you’d wrapped your arms around Sam’s neck and nodded wordlessly into his neck.

“Dean! Take care of the bodies! Y/N’s hurt; I’m taking her to the car,” he’d hollered over his shoulder before turning back to you. “You’re OK, baby. It’s gonna be alright.” Although Sam whispered reassuring words across your hairline, the little whimper you let loose when he accidentally jostled your knee had sparked worry in him as well.

It turns out you were both right to be scared, because after days of dealing with the pain, icing your knee and keeping it elevated in Sam’s lap, you had no choice but to seek medical attention. And now here you were, in a hospital bed recovering from the surgery you’d undergone a day before your birthday.

Dean had been all kinds of guilty, but you’d managed to pacify him with reminders that he would’ve risked the same thing for you, and hopes that when Cas returned, you’d be able to heal faster.

Regardless, the brothers had been spoiling you to no end, waiting on you hand and foot, as if you were Winchester royalty. You really shouldn’t be upset. It’s just another day in the calendar and what matters most is that you’re surrounded by the people you love, who love you back.

“Hey, babe, you look tired,” Sam’s voice brings you back, “If you wanna take a nap, Dean and I will get outta your hair for a bit.”

“No, that’s OK, I’m fine.”

“Y/N, the doctor said you need plenty of rest. We’ll be just outside, OK?” Sam insists with a loving kiss to your forehead before shepherding his brother, who’s only slightly engrossed with a rerun of Dr. Sexy playing on the little TV screen, out of your room.

Dozing off soon after, the next thing you’re aware of is your boyfriend’s belligerent whispering.

“Dean, stop. Just use your mouth! You’re gonna wake her up!”

“Already up,” you mumble, cautiously winking open one eye after the other in fear of what you may be held witness to.

“Oh, hey, sorry…” Sam sputters lamely, lustrous hair swaying around him as he dips his head from side to side and shoots you an adorably sheepish smile, the kind that makes your heart stutter with fondness.

It takes you a minute to notice the barrage of multicolored balloons sprinkled around Dean and the mess of streamers tangled in Sam’s normally capable hands, the ends of which hang haphazardly from the ceiling at odd angles and inconsistent intervals. The couple of massive helium balloons standing in the corner of your room that spell out your new age must have been the only coherent ornaments amid the scattered chaos.

“I told you we shoulda just paid them to do it!” Dean hisses quietly at Sam, as if you can’t hear him.

“Yeah, but then it wouldn’t have been as meaningful!”

You clear your throat to gather their attention, waiting until they both turn to you with apologetic grins.

“Surprise?” Dean tries with a smile that’s much too toothy, and you burst into muffled giggles.

“I’m so sorry, baby. We’ve never really done this before.” Sam’s soft, puppy dog gaze is enough to erase all your woes.

“I know,” you reply, feeling strangely choked up, “And I appreciate it even more for that. I mean, it kinda looks like a unicorn exploded in here, but I love it. It’s very Winchester. Thank you, guys.”

“Well, I mean we weren’t finished yet, so… but as long as you’re happy,” Dean affirms, his smile much more natural this time.

“I am,” you ensure them, not missing the way Sam’s shoulders drop in relief at your words. “Although I have to admit I was feeling a little disappointed when I thought you’d forgotten earlier.”

And just like that, the tension visibly returns to your boyfriend’s body while his puppy dog eyes shine toward you in full effect. “You thought I forgot? Baby, I could never- I just didn’t wanna ruin the surprise. We were supposed to have it ready by morning, but I was so worried about you last night. The doctor said the first twenty-four hours are the most critical and-“

“Hey, hey, Sammy, stop. It’s OK! I’m not mad or anything; I just wanted to be honest because we promised we’d never keep anything from each other.”

“Yeah, we did,” Sam nods through a sentimental smile, “And I’m glad you told me. I just feel bad that I ruined the first part of your birthday.” Dropping the streamers, Sam pulls a chair up to sit at your bedside, and you immediately reach for his hands.

“Alright, this is getting a bit too chick-flicky for me, so Imma head out. Sam, call me when you need the next delivery,” Dean starts for the exit, but stops himself to add in a significantly more genuine tone, “Oh and uh, happy birthday, Y/N. I’m sorry I’m the reason you’re in here, but thanks for being awesome and saving my adorable ass.”

Your smile is wide as you gently chide him, “Dean, I told you, this was no one’s fault. Just an occupational hazard. And I’ll be fine. Besides, a birthday in the hospital is hardly a price to pay for that ‘adorable’ ass.”

“Sammy, don’t you ever let this one go, huh?” Dean beams back at you as he steps over to leave a warm kiss on your temple.

“Now who’s the sappy one?”

“Shut up,” the older Winchester mumbles fondly before leaving for good.

“I really am sorry, baby,” Sam begins as soon as the door closes behind his brother, his thumb running conciliatory circles over the back of your hand.

“Don’t be. Everything’s been perfect. You’re perfect.” You use your other hand to cup his scruffy cheek, a feeling of euphoria spreading through you when he leans into your touch. “But what was Dean saying about another delivery?”

Sam chuckles, drawn toward you by the light in your eyes. “Don’t get your hopes up, baby girl,” he answers with a chaste kiss, “All your presents are still back at the bunker, cause we’re still gonna throw you that little birthday party you were planning before the hunt, but I promise you’re gonna like what Dean brings.”

“Is it cake?” You sound like a little kid, but you can’t help yourself. Much like Dean, your sweet tooth can never be appeased.

“Maybe,” Sam admits as his dimples deepen, “but I’m not gonna tell you what kind. Anyway, we’ve still got some time before he gets back. What do you wanna do until then?”

“Well, since I can’t leave this bed yet, I think just wanna cuddle with you.”

And cuddle you do, whilst watching your favorite movie on Sam’s laptop. You take turns playing with each other’s hair and you’re only interrupted once for a checkup from your doctor.

Before long, you’ve completely forgotten the discomfort in your leg, too busy squealing with excitement as Dean hauls in your favorite brand of ice cream cake in a cooler. And as you dig in, moaning at your first bite and laughing at the brotherly banter that comes with the menial task of cutting a cake, a wave of gratitude swells within your chest.

When your stomach is sated and Dean’s gone home for the night, however, an altogether different appetite blazes to life. Having your body pressed against that of a Greek god’s all day really does things to a girl.

“So, what did you think of the ca-” Sam doesn’t get to complete his question or wipe his mouth, because your lips are attacking his before he can accomplish either task.

“Delicious,” you purr into the kiss.

Sam’s enormous hands seize your head, gently pulling it away just enough so that his darkened eyes can meet your own and your mouths can carry out a conversation, “Mmf, what did I say about starting things you can’t finish?”

“Who says I can’t? I didn’t hear the doctor say anything about it.”

Your come-hither tone and kiss-swollen lips force him to take a deep breath and close his eyes as his hands run down to your shoulders. “Baby, I don’t wanna hurt you,” Sam pleads.

“You won’t. I don’t even feel any pain right now. Please, baby. I need you.”

With his eyes still shut, Sam exhales some of his inner strife, but that caring restraint, tight jaw, and rolling chest only dampen your panties more.

Tugging at the hem of his shirt, your fingers reach under, waltzing their way up the tight skin above his defined abdominal muscles. “You know, it’s my birthday?”

“Oh yeah?” Sam is already breathless, feeling his stomach clench and heartbeat hasten at your teasing touch. “Is that your birthday wish?”

“It’s more like my everyday wish, but if I say ‘yes’, will you comply?” You lay your palm flat against his bare chest – savoring the accelerated thumping beneath it even more than you had the ice cream cake – before trailing it down his scarred yet flawless torso until it covers his generous manhood through the straining denim, all whilst kissing and licking at the side of his delectable throat.

A little squeeze from your hand elicits a strangled groan from Sam, “Fuck, baby girl, I swear you’ll be the death of me.” It’s ironic because you swear that the sounds he makes and his voice like this, all husky and wrecked and even lower than usual, will surely be the death of you.

Fortunately, Sam finally relents and carefully situates himself into a more comfortable position across your bed, ever vigilant of your injured leg. You’re not quite as meticulous, yanking the buttons of his flannel open to drool over endless miles of golden skin beneath a gorgeous dusting of dark chest hair, then working impatiently at his belt.

When he’s down to his striped SAXX underwear, Sam helps rid you of your top. His appreciative gaze always does wonders for your self esteem, and you preen a little when he says, “God, how did I get so lucky?”

It’s then that you inevitably pounce on him. Sam of course catches you perfectly, but the frenzied movement must’ve twisted your bad knee for it sends a bolt of excruciating pain there. “Ow! Wait, ow ow!”

“What, what? Are you OK? Was it me?!” His hands fly off you instantly, then return to hover around your afflicted form in case you somehow need him. In fact, you can practically feel the concern radiating from his body.

“No, it wasn’t you. I think I just twisted it a bit too far. Shit, that really hurts,” you whine, unable to fight the tears that spring to your eyes.

“Fuck, I knew we shouldn’t have tried that.” Sam’s voice is full of remorse as he drags his fingers through his hair.

“It’s not your fault, baby,” you hurry to console him with a hand along his jaw, “I’m OK now. I guess I just got a bit too zealous… although it kinda is your fault for being too damn sexy.”

Sam laughs, glancing down as he bites his lip in that ridiculously cute way that’s illogically yet charmingly shy, particularly for a man of his size. “I’m sorry. I guess it’s only fair because you drive me crazy yourself.”

You lean forward, slowly this time, to take his lower lip between both of yours, “Oh yeah?”

“Mhm, how ‘bout a make out session instead, birthday girl?” The lust rebounds in his eyes and you feel the thrill building inside you once more.

Kissing Sam Winchester will always be one of your favorite things to do in this world, second only to a more full-bodied experience with the same man. “Mmm, can I still get a rain check on the birthday sex?” you request, fanning your fingers into his satiny locks.

His beautiful hands feel much more at home on your body than they do with a roll of decorative streamers. They relish every curve they can reach, leaving goosebumps in their wake, while his mouth glides over yours. Sam keeps his movements slow and incredibly tender, and his tongue lavishes yours before he responds, “I thought it was everyday sex? But yeah, you have unlimited rain checks to do whatever you please with me. How’s that for a birthday gift?”

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To the guy in 6c.

Pairing : Lawyer!Sam x Writer!Reader (ish/eventual), Dean

Word count : 4,734

Written for : @samwinchesterbingo

Square : Nudist!Sam’

Beta’d by : @iflostreturntosteverogers

Warnings : Nudity (obviously), friendly rivalry with a stranger, sexual tension with someone you've never actually met, things in the shape of genitalia, joke gifts, Dean is a typical big brother who has a good laugh.

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First meal in your new apartment. It wasn’t much, just some cheap pizza from the place a few blocks down. As you settled on the living room window sill, you took a bite and glanced around your apartment. It was pretty bare bones. Appliances were in and hooked up, but everything else was lacking still. Couch, table and chairs coming the day after tomorrow. And you reminded yourself that you’d need a bed frame eventually, but for now the mattress and box spring on the floor was fine enough.

It was a new start, a fresh start. Just what you needed. Smiling, you looked out the window. You could hear noise from the street below being only 6 floors up. And the view wasn’t that bad. The building across from you was the same height, so you had a decent view of the sky above it. You could probably get a telescope if you wanted for either the window here, or the balcony outside. And then there was the naked guy-

Wait, what?

Directly across from you, you saw a man walk across his living room, ass naked. Tearing your eyes away, you put your attention back on your pizza. He was probably fresh from the shower or something. No one just walks around naked like that, right? You chanced a glance back over and saw nothing, just his empty living room. Yeah, probably just a coincidence.

You took a bite out of your pizza and turned back towards your living room and looked around again.

“Furniture delivery.”

You were sipping on coffee near the window, out of the way, as big strong men moved furniture up your apartment building and into your place. It was early morning and to be honest, you were still pretty tired and were considering a nap once everyone was out. Movement caught your eye, and you glanced out your window.

It was him again, the naked guy in the apartment across from yours. His back was to you right now, and damn it looked strong. You froze, cup half way to your mouth, ignoring the people moving around you as you took the guy in for a moment. He wasn’t simply walking past like last time, he was just standing there, naked, in front of his window. His ass was.. Jesus, that ass. Why didn’t he close his curtains? Did he not have any? Who doesn’t have curtains?

You didn’t. Well, not yet anyways. You were going to have to fix that.

“Excuse me, ma’am?”

You turned, and jumped, having not noticed the man come up next to you. He looked from you, to across the street where you had been looking, and you felt unbelievably embarrassed. “I-I was..” how do you even try and explain this? “I wasn’t-”

“I just need you to sign this.” he thrust a clipboard at you, trying to hide the weird look he was giving you. “Last one’s coming up now.”

“Oh, right. Thank you.” you ducked your head, took the clipboard and signed.

“Mhm.” he hummed, tossing a weird look across the street, then back at you before taking the clipboard from you. He flipped up a few pages, ripped off a green slip, and handed it to you. “You have a nice day.” and with that, he walked away shaking his head.

“Yeah… you too..” you mumbled more to yourself than anything. With a sigh, you glanced back across the street to find the window empty. Lifting your mug, you drank, and turned away, thinking about curtains.

Sam stepped out of the elevator with a sigh. It had been a long day at the office and he couldn’t wait to get inside. He was loosening his tie as he made his way up the hall towards his apartment door. He was confused to find a brown box outside his door. He wasn’t expecting any deliveries. Maybe Dean had sent something?

Sam crouched down to pick up the box and frowned at the label on it as he straightened back up. “To the guy in 6C?” he read. Then he looked around. The hall was deserted, and he had no idea how long it had been sitting there. “Huh.”

Pulling out his keys, Sam unlocked his door and headed inside, dropping the box onto his couch and heading for his kitchen for a drink.

Eventually, he was focused on that box again, curious which neighbour had sent it. Maybe 6D had sent him noise canceling headphones. They did have a three week old baby that cried at night, and the poor mother kept apologizing every time she saw him, worried it was interrupting his sleep.

Or maybe it was the guy down in 4B. Sam kept finding himself with containers of baked goods, all because Dean had hopped out of the elevator one visit and followed his nose towards the smell of baked apple pie and made himself a new friend. That was possible. Maybe he’d knocked while Sam was at work and didn’t want someone to grab it before he got home so the guy put it in a box.

Curious, he put his drink down and picked up the box. It was simple enough to pull the tape off and get the box open.

He frowned into the box as he pulled out a small package. “Curtains?” He flipped it over, looking at the back, the colour, the pattern. Then he looked at his couch. “It matches? How the fuck…” he was confused. “Who the hell sent me curtains that match my damn couch…” Then something seemed to hit him. He looked towards his large living room window.

At first, he didn’t see anything unusual. Nothing different from any other day. He moved closer to it, scanning the windows of the building across from him. It couldn’t be some random off the street, he was too high up.

Directly across from him, he saw a shift in the window. Someone adjusting a curtain. Had someone moved in? He could have sworn the place was empty and had been for about a month. The longer he watched the curtain, the more he realized he was sure it was the same colour as the curtain in his hand. Then it pulled back, and he saw her.

She looked content, looking up at her curtains. Then she looked out her window, eyes scanning around until they stopped on him. The look on her face told him everything. She got embarrassed, he could see that even from across the street. He smirked at the way she jerked the curtain shut again. In fact, he laughed.

Explained how she knew what colour to get, she could likely see his couch from there. And her window mirrored his in size, so he didn’t doubt it would fit perfectly.

He glanced at the curtain still packaged neatly in his hand and considered it. He could put it up, in fact, he knew he should. He’d honestly just forgotten to get one for the living room after he moved in. Or, he could tease the girl a little bit. Judging by how she looked at him, she didn’t totally hate the view.

Yeah. Maybe he’d mess with her a bit. Besides, he needed to thank her.

You were on your way up to your apartment, hands full of bags. A bit of food, some new utensils, dish and hand towels, mostly just stuff for your kitchen and bathroom spaces. You’d been in the apartment just over a week now, and it felt liberating having more space for yourself to live and work. It was still a work in progress, but it was coming along nicely.

A soft ding sounded before the doors opened and you stepped out, digging a finger into your pocket to hook your keys and pull them out. As you stepped up to your door, your foot hit something and you glanced down. A package. You did order a few things for your ‘office space’ a couple of days ago, so you thought nothing of it. Once the door was open, you pushed the package in with your foot until you could close the door, then you stepped over it to head deeper inside to put everything down.

Once everything was down, you headed back for the box. Now that you could give it your attention, it looked a little big. You found yourself trying to remember what you ordered, then realized it could just be a bigger box than was needed. “I did order some frames..” you mused to yourself. “Could just be a ton of protection inside..”

You picked up the box and made your way towards your desk space in front of your large open living room window. It was heavy, heavier than any frames would be. What the hell was it? Putting it down to open it, you froze. That wasn’t a shipping sticker on the top, it was a note.

“To the girl in 6A?” oh no. You looked up, looked out across the street. He knew. He knew it was you and he sent something back. Oh god.

Swallowing, you grabbed a pair of scissors and cut through the tape that held the box closed. He wasn’t sending the curtains back, not in this big of a box. He also hadn’t put them up either. Was he mad? Was there something disgusting or dangerous inside this box?

Lifting the flaps, you froze, eyebrows furrowing together as you reached in and pulled out a pair of binoculars and then looked down at the box that boasted a child looking through a telescope. “What the hell..?” You put the binoculars down on your desk, and slowly pulled out the telescope box. A slip of paper fell, and you put the telescope back to pick it up. Unfolding it, you read the neatly written words that made you feel embarrassment like never before.

‘I wanted to thank you for the curtains. They match my living room decor perfectly. Maybe one day I’ll put them up, just for you. I thought maybe you might like these items, since you enjoy the view from your window so much.

Have fun.

The guy in 6C.’

You re-read the note again, and a third time before finally tearing your eyes away from it. You looked at the two items sitting out of place on your desk, then looked across at his window once more and froze again seeing him standing there, a smile on his face and a drink in his hand. Naked as a jaybird. The cup came up in acknowledgment, and his smile grew wider.

A week went past before you finally decided if he was going to poke at that fact that you kept seeing him naked, you were going to poke back. If he wanted to be a smart ass about it, two could play at that game. The deciding factor was the asshole standing in his living room window Sunday morning waving at you when you walked through your house half asleep. You had barely woken up and headed to your kitchen to make coffee, hair a mess, thin straps of your nightgown askew, right nipple almost exposed when a movement caught your eye outside your window and there he was, naked, smiling, waving. “Asshole.” you had muttered, turning around and heading back for your bedroom officially on a mission. Fifteen minutes later, you were grabbing your keys and storming out of the house.

The items spent another week and a half sitting on your desk by the window before you finally got the nerve to actually give it to him. It wasn’t taped up yet, since you kept going back and forth on if you would actually do it or not, note not yet written either. You were supposed to be working, but whatever this was with the naked guy in 6C across the street had you distracted. You couldn’t focus, couldn’t write, you just kept looking at that box or out the window.

It was Thursday, early morning when you saw him. It wasn’t the first time you spotted him in clothes, you’d seen him getting home from work once or twice, but he somehow looked so god damn put together first thing in the morning. While you were a mess and barely functioning, he was in an expensive suit, hair neatly brushed and looking like perfection walking. You hated him. Looking at the box still on your desk, you decided today was the day.

This could go so fucking bad, but if he could dish it out, he’d better be able to take it.

This time when Sam came home to a box by his door, he smiled. He didn’t question it in the least. He’d hoped the girl across the street would answer with something. He had started to worry he scared the poor girl away. He picked up the package, unlocked the door and headed inside. ��To the guy in 6C’.

He didn’t bother wasting time this time. He couldn’t wait to see what she thought about his last package. He flicked his lights on, dropped his briefcase on the couch and used his keys to cut through the tape before dropping them onto the couch as well. Once he saw what was inside, his lips pulled up into a smile.

There were several pairs of tweezers on top of a white prank box with big bold writing on it, and after he swept those aside, he read the box.

“For the men tired of baggy condoms.” He read with a smile. “Tiny condoms for tiny penises. Won’t slip off even the smallest of penises. Micropecker.com.” Curious if there was anything inside, he lifted it out and gave it a shake. Hearing something, he opened it and found several packs of novelty tiny condoms. His smile only got wider.

Putting the joke box down, he found the note in the brown box with the tweezers and opened it.

'If I need a telescope to enjoy the view, then you must need these. Sorry it took a while to respond, condoms that small aren’t easy to find. This weekend is on me. Enjoy. The girl in 6A.'

Sam’s head went back as he laughed. He had to admit, he hadn’t expected that. Especially not this soon, not with the way she ran off every time he saw her. She was funny. She could take a joke and dish one out right back. That was good. It meant she could handle him, and if it got serious, she could handle Dean and his pranks and antics.

He looked across the way and saw her standing there, watching him, beer in hand which she lifted up to him much like he had done when he sent the telescope and binoculars.

Yeah. He liked this girl.

Two weeks of nothing. You saw him move around his apartment naked, like always. You’d sometimes see him leave or come back, but he never responded, never sent anything. You found yourself disappointed. You could have sworn he had been laughing when he got the package, but maybe you had pushed it too far. Maybe he was already done with this. Maybe he was already bored with you.

So you tried to focus on your writing. You were having a hard time with your book, barely able to focus, nothing felt right. The words weren’t coming and the ones that did were all wrong. You deleted another paragraph and sighed in frustration. Maybe moving here hadn’t been the best idea. Minimizing your writing, you opened up a browser and decided to get to work on an article that was due soon. Articles and blog posts, that was how you made your money. The book sales were doing alright, but you were no JK Rowling, that’s for sure.

Writing wasn’t really what you wanted to be doing on a Saturday afternoon, but if you could get this done today, you could try focusing on your book until at least Wednesday, when your next assignment would be in.

Your fingers were flying across the keyboard when there was a knock on your door. “Just a second!” you called out, finishing up getting the words out before you lost your train of thought. Once you were done you watched the draft autosave, then you minimized your Google Docs window and got up from your desk.

You opened the door and no one was there. The halls were empty, and mostly quiet. Music seemed to be coming from somewhere down the hall, and you could hear the teenager across the hall from you had company while his mom was out. Maybe they were fucking with you.

You were about to go back in when you finally noticed the large brown box at your feet that said ‘To the girl in 6A.’ and a big red ‘FRAGILE’ written across the top. You smiled, picking it up and wondered what was inside.

Once you were back in your apartment, you took the box to your desk in front of the window. You looked down at the street first, wondering if you’d see him dashing back across to his side, but you didn’t, so you focused back on the box, excited to see what he’d gifted you with this time. You cut through the tape with scissors like last time, pulled back the flaps and started digging through the bubble wrap and paper that filled the box to protect whatever was inside.

You found the note first this time. There was a layer each of paper and bubble wrap between his hand written note and whatever he was sending you. He wanted this read first, so you obliged by unfolding it. The gift could wait a bit longer.

‘Thank you so much for the gift. I made sure to put them to great use and had a marvelous weekend. How did you know I needed more? No matter. I noticed you spend a lot of time at the desk in front of your window. It must be a lovely spot to work at. I thought as a thank you, I would gift you something to help decorate your new home. I hope you like it. The guy in 6C.’

“To decorate my home?” you put the note down and peeled away the last layers hiding the item from you. “A lamp? Why does it look like it has an ass?” you were confused as you pulled it out and turned it around. That’s when you noticed it. “No.. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me..” You looked from the lamp, to across the street, and there he was. He was watching you from his window, smiling as he pulled off the plaid button up shirt he was wearing and revealed his bare chest underneath. His hand then came up in a wave and you looked down at the lamp in your hand.

The lamp in the shape of a man with his hands on his hips, and the switch was a tiny penis.

“Asshole.” you mumbled to yourself with a shake of your head and a smirk. You immediately put the lamp down on the corner of your desk and opened up google as you sat. “This means war.”

It was about three weeks of quiet after he delivered the package across the street, when Sam stepped out of the elevator and found his brother waiting by his door. “Dean? What are you doing here?”

“What? Can’t a guy visit his baby brother once in a while?”

“Not a baby, Dean.” Sam answered, pulling out his keys. “Just wondering why’d you drive out here on a Friday night. You staying?”

“Thinking about it.” Dean answered as Sam put his key into the lock. “By the way, you’ve got a package.”

“I do?” As he opened the door he glanced back to Dean who was holding a small brown box.

“Yeah. just says ‘To the guy in 6C’. What’s that all about?”

“Smaller than I expected.” Sam was grinning as they stepped into the apartment and it made Dean more confused.

“What’s going on, Sammy?”

“You want a beer?” Sam asked, ignoring his brother's question and headed to his bedroom to drop his stuff and get out of his suit jacket.

“Of course I want a beer.” Dean answered, shutting the door behind him and walking into the living room. “I also want to know what the fuck is in this box. I’m opening it.” Sam didn’t object as he left his room and headed for the kitchen, so Dean ripped off the tape and opened the box.

Sam was opening the beers when he heard his brother bark out a laugh. “Sammy!?”

“Coming.” Sam joined his brother, but when Dean made no move to free his hands to take the beer, Sam put them on the coffee table. Dean was laughing hysterically, probably hadn’t even noticed Sam had joined him yet. “You actually opened my package?”

“Oh Jesus fuck, this is… this is fucking hilarious. What did you send this girl?”

“Why, what did I get back?” He took the note from his brother and read it.

“It’s fucking hilarious.” Dean was laughing.

‘I wanted to thank you for your expert opinion in interior decorating. The lamp you sent me now sits prominently on my work desk, so everyone who enters my apartment may marvel in its splendor. And now that I’ve been graced with a visual representation of it’s true size, I can understand why I’ve never seen a woman at your apartment. It must be hard to pleasure a woman with something so small. Fear not, I have decided to help you. This gift will help you practice so you may grasp the very basics of working a clit. You’re welcome. The girl in 6A.’

When he looked up from the note, Dean was holding up a light switch cover that looked hand crafted into the shape of a vulva. Dean was clutching at his sides as he laughed. “It’s a pussy!” Dean practically screeched through his laughter. “A fucking pussy switch, I’m fucking dying.”

Sam couldn’t help but laugh too as he took it from his brother. There was pubic hair painted on the top, the labia stuck out. When his light was on, the switch would be like the clit, and when it was off it would be pointed down towards what would be the vagina opening. He had to admit, it was well crafted. He wondered if you made it or bought it off something like Esty.

“Seriously, Sammy.” Dean was wiping the tears from his eyes. “Who the fuck is 6C and what did you do to the poor girl to get this back? What kind of lamp did you send her?”

Sam looked out the window and smiled when he saw you watching him. “I got her a lamp where the switch is a tiny erect dick.” Dean started laughing all over again.

“Oh man. What’s this girl's name? She new in the building?”

“She doesn’t live in my building, and I don’t know her name.”

Dean’s laughter died and now he was confused until he noticed where he brother was looking. He looked out the window as well, and quickly noticed the girl across the street watching them before ducking away and out of sight in a hurry. “That her?” Sam nodded but didn’t say a word. “So you’re just sending random packages to the girl you don’t know across the street?”

“Yep. All started when she sent me curtains.”

“Curtains?” It took Dean a moment. “You’re still walking around ass naked all the time?”

“It’s my house, Dean.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “How did it go from curtains to this?” he flicked the light switch cover in his brother’s hands.

“I thanked her for the curtains with binoculars and a telescope.” Sam smiled. “And she hit me back hard.”

You didn’t expect him to have company. He never had company. You had been worried when the other person opened the package and not him. The guy seemed to enjoy it, he was laughing pretty hard, but maybe 6C would be embarrassed now and be angry about it.

It wasn’t your fault. How the hell were you supposed to know he’d suddenly have company?

“I went too far, didn’t I?” you groaned, burying your face deeper into your pillow. You’d been hidden away in your room for the past 15 minutes.

Suddenly there was a knock at your door. With a sigh you got out of bed and made your way to the door with a sullen frown. Whoever was at the door, you didn’t really want to deal with them. You were praying you’d open the door and find an amazon box sitting there.

No such luck.

You opened the door to find a pretty good looking guy standing there smiling at you. “Uh.. hi?”

“So you’re 6A, huh?”

Recognition hit. It was the guy. Not the naked guy, but the one who had opened the package and laughed. “Who are you?”

“Dean.” He held out his hand, but when you didn’t shake it, he just pulled it back. “Sammy’s older brother.”

“Sammy?”

“Yeah, well, Samuel, though he prefers Sam.” Dean informed walking past you and into your home uninvited.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know-”

“Sam.” He pointed out your living room window and you looked across and saw naked guy, though not currently naked, standing there with a scowl on his face. “Oh, I think someone is pissed I came to see his girlfriend.” Dean laughed. “Wave to Sammy, sweetheart.” Dean waved and you gave an awkward wave at his insistence. “So what’s your name, 6A?”

“Uh.. Y/N. And I’m not-”

“Not yet.” Dean turned from the window and put his hands in his pocket. “But I think it’s coming. Haven’t seen Sammy smiling like that in a long time.” Your eyes shifted from him to the window again, and the man across the street glaring. “He really did send you a lamp with a dick switch.” Dean laughed again, and when you looked at him, his back was to you and he was flicking your lamp on and off. “You got to admit, he put a lot of effort into teasing someone he doesn’t even know.” Dean turned to you again and leaned his ass on your desk. “You both did from what I saw.”

“Yeah.. I guess we kind of did..”

“Given that you’ve already seen him naked and you’re still doing this back and forth, there’s at least some kind of attraction.”

“He does have a nice ass..” you mumbled under your breath, not expecting him to hear.

Dean’s smile grew wider. “So how about you join him for dinner tonight?” Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. Dinner? With the naked guy? “I think I’ll be sticking around town for a few days, but I don’t mind making myself scarce for a bit.” he shrugged like it was no big deal. “And I can promise Sammy will stay clothed unless you want the naked chef experience.”

“He’s a chef?” He didn’t look a chef with the way he dressed in the mornings.

Dean laughed. “No, he’s a lawyer, actually. But I did teach him how to cook as a kid. He ain't half bad.”

“A lawyer..” that made sense. He looked like one in those suits.

“So what do you say? Dinner? Sammy cooking for you?”

“I-I guess.. Yeah, okay.”

“Cool.” He smiled, turned and opened the window, motioning across for his brother to do the same. “Get cooking Sammy!” he yelled across. “You got a date tonight!”

Sam’s eyes shot to you, and you gave him another awkward wave from behind his brother. You were nervous. From what you can tell he was hot and he obviously had a sense of humor, given the packages. Now you were finding out he was a lawyer and could cook, too? He was a total catch. And you? You were-

“Relax.” You were pulled from your thoughts to see Dean smiling at you. “You’ve already got his attention. Just be yourself, it’s worked for you this far, right?”

Your eyes shot back to Sam who was now walking away from his window. “Yeah.. I guess it has..”

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