#samxreader angst

[nightxcreature]

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Summary: Reader relaxes while Dean is away.

Warnings: Panic attack, Death, Grief, Angst

Pairing: DeanxReader, SamxReader (platonic)

A/N: I’m so sorry. 😬 I love you.

Written quickly, edited poorly. You don’t have permission to copy my work, so don’t. 18+ only.

Yellow light cascaded across the room from the lamp beside me leaving a faint film across the pages of the book in my hands. I’d had the bunker to myself this weekend while Sam and Dean went on a quick hunt not too far from home, and I was taking full advantage of the silence. Miracle was curled up at my feet mouthing a squeaky bear and enjoying our lazy day. After the busy few weeks we’ve had, a little reprieve with man’s best friend in the library was much needed as the next several weeks would be even busier. Dean had planned a roadtrip to celebrate this hunt, our bags packed and ready to go by our bedroom door. Excitement and exhaustion were imminent and I knew this moment of peace would be required to make it through whatever plans my lover had made.

I smiled softly at the thought of Dean and the life we would have after this. He’d never been one for marriage or kids or the Apple-pie life, but the moment Chuck was gone I knew something had changed for him.

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The door to our shared bedroom was open as I worked making the stomp of Deans heavy boots reach my ears before he reached the doorway.

“Hey,” He calls as he steps inside, placing a kiss to my temple and dropping a few papers onto the desk in front of me.

“What’s this?” I’d asked, smirking up at him as I lifted the packet to my eyes. The question hung in the air for a moment as I read over the papers before me, “An application for the fire department, and…” My head jerks back slightly in surprise as I read over the next page, “You wanna buy a house? Like white picket fence-barefoot and pregnant-with a dog-buy a house?”

“Uh, It doesn’t have to be, if you don’t want it to. I just-you know, I’ve always wanted to be a firefighter, and, I’ll need a job. Plus, we can’t always live here so I- uh, I just thought maybe you’d like to move in with me. Like…our own place.” He rubbed the back of his neck as he spoke, an adorable sheepish smile on his face, “We can talk about the barefoot and pregnant part later.”

My eyes widened a bit as I took in his response. Leaning back in the chair I placed my pen against my lips and grinned, “So, a house and my own personal Magic Mike?”

He’d rolled his eyes, a smirk pulling at the edge of his lips as he nodded, “Yeah, but only if you want.”

I’d dropped the pen in my hand quickly and jumped up to kiss his lips. His hands immediately finding my waist and pulling me closer, our hips slamming against one another as he dug his fingers into my skin. My hands were covering his blush-stained cheeks, pulling his face into mine harshly. When we broke apart grinning, he’d chuckled softly. “So, is that a yes?” He’d asked, breathlessly.

“Absolutely.” I mumbled, placing my lips over his again and quickly finding myself underneath him.

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My train of thought is abruptly broken by the steel door slamming open at the top of the stairs and Miracle whining at my feet. I duck my head to see which brother comes down first when Sam stops short of the last step. I close my book as I watch him there, his hands in his pockets and his head bowed low.

“Hey, Sammy. You okay?” I ask as I stand, worry building in my veins. He doesn’t speak as I reach him, doesn’t raise his head or acknowledge me in anyway until I place a hand on his arm, “Sam, look at me.”

Slowly he raises his head, tears falling down his red and swollen face, “I’m so sorry.” He whispers out, “I’m so, so sorry.” He collapsed into my arms, heavy sobs leaving his body. I wrap my arms tightly around him, pulling him to stand as best I can before wracking my brain for whatever could cause him to go into such a….

Suddenly the world goes deathly still, only the sound of my heartbeat and Sam’s broken sobs reach my ears. My chest is heaving and the world is spinning and I can’t seem to form a coherent thought when I raise my trembling hands to push him off of me. Pointing a single shaking finger in his direction.

“No.” I whisper quietly, “Sam, no.”

“I’m so sorry.” He mutters again, devastation covering his face, “I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying that.” I snap, “Stop it!”

My feet are moving before I register that I’m halfway up the stairs, the steel door the only barrier between me and what lies ahead. I sling it open, half expecting to see Dean standing there with a shit-eating grin on his face and saying “Gotcha!”, but I’m met with nothing. I push my way through the bunker, Sam following quickly behind me, practically begging me to turn around, but I can’t stop my feet. I can’t stop the need to see him.

I fling open the garage door and am met with the sight of Baby parked in her usual spot. I stop short of the drivers door, already able to see the white cloth covering the backseat.

“Is that…” I choke out.

“Yeah.”

Neither of us speak for a moment, the silence deafening between us. I take several slow steps closer, my mind and heart at war as I reach up to open the back door. I place my hand on his head, taking a deep breath as I push the sheet down to see his face. A sob racks through me and I drop to my knees, cradling his head in my hands. His eyes are closed, his face a picture of peace that I’d never seen before. I would believe he’s sleeping if I didn’t know any better. The dark freckles that scattered his face are pale, his lips ashen, all signs of the life my love lived have long since left. I stroke my thumb across his cold cheek and place my lips to his forehead as I cry.

“You ass.” I whisper against his skin, “We had plans. What am I supposed to do now?”

The tears falling from my eyes find themselves on his own face, covering his cheeks as if, even in death, he’s crying with me; Mourning the life we could’ve had…The life we should’ve had.

“This isn’t supposed to happen now.” I mumble, shaking his limp shoulders, “Chucks dead! You’re supposed to be happy. We’re supposed to be happy, Dean! Wake up! Please, Wake up! This isn’t real. This isn’t real!”

My eyes suddenly snap open, the light from our bedside lamp igniting the green orbs in front of me. Dean’s face full of worry as his arms wrap protectively around me.

“Hey, hey. It isn’t real. Shh. It isn’t real, Baby.” He whispers, rocking me back and forth as I cry against his chest, “I’m right here. You’re safe, you’re fine.”

Hot tears coat my cheeks and I lift my head to see they’ve stained his shirt, “I’m-I’m sorry. I just-I can’t-I”

He reaches over and grabs one of my hands, placing it over his heart as he cups my face with his other, “Focus on my heart. I’m right here, you’re safe. This is real.”

I focus solely on his heart beating beneath my fingers, the panic subsiding but the tears coming quicker than ever, “I thought you were dead.” I whisper, “I dreamed it and it-it seemed so real.”

He wraps his big arms around my torso and pulls me into his lap as he leans against the headboard, “Not dead, yet. I couldn’t leave you like that, I promised you Magic Mike and a couple babies, didn’t I?” He teases, placing sweet kisses across my face as my breathing slows, “Can’t get rid of me until I hold up my end of the bargain.”

I smile and place my head in the crook of his neck as I tuck into his side, “I know. It just felt so real.”

He shakes his head slowly and pulls the blankets up our bodies to rid us of the bunkers chill, “I ain’t leaving ya anytime soon.” He whispers, kissing the top of my head and sliding down so we’re laying on the mattress again, my head on his chest and his hand in my hair, “Well, after I take care of that Vamp nest with Sammy tomorrow.”

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Sam Winchester Master List

Some of my works are 18+, which I'll write as such here, but please heed the warnings on the individual posts as well - All under the cut :)

One Shots xx

18 + Smut

💜One Drunk Night ~ 18+ implied public smut, PDA, neck biting, nude in front of Dean

💜 A Christmas Surprise - 18+, smut -  Sam and Dean ‘force’ you to go to a Christmas party at Bobby’s, despite your pleas for a night in with just some beer and pizza. It turns out, it wasn’t so terrible of a night after all.   

💜 Friends With Benefits - You and Sam enjoy fooling around, while trying to, at least temporarily, keep it a secret from Dean.

Mini Series xx

💜Birth and Death ~ Part One | Part Two; Y/N was excited for her friends 21st birthday, but when she got a knock on the door, instead of her friends, she’s greeted by two FBI agents and the things the agents said to her, changed her life forever. (complete) 

💜I’m Never Gonna Dance Again ~ Part One | Part Two | Part Three angst; It was love at first sight for you and Sam the night you met. Little did he know that you had been diagnosed with an incurable tumor. You wanted to make the best of your short time on Earth, but you weren’t expecting to meet someone who could make you want to stay. With love, laughter and dancing he made your last days happy, while torturing himself with memories after your passing. (complete)

Sam x Reader / Dean x Reader Switch Fics

💜 It’s My Party (Part One is Dean x Reader) Part Two (complete)

💙It’s My Party Part One | Part Two (SamxReader)~ angst Request; can you do a deanxreader songfic to it’s my party by Lesley Gore where it’s the reader’s birthday and Dean flirts with the waitress and can it be angsty (complete)

💜 The (almost) Perfect Crime: (needs lots of improvement and re-drafting/editing before going back out:)) MasterList (but may be subject to change and parts will come out in quite a few months from now)

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Supernatural Masterlist

PSA- ANYTHING LABELED WITH “SMUT”, “18+”, OR OTHER WARNINGS SHOULD BE FOLLOWED. THEY CONTAIN ADULT SITUATIONS THAT ARE MEANT FOR ADULTS ONLY! HEED MY WARNINGS, I DON’T USE THEM LIGHTLY! 

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Welcome one and All above 18 for the most part!

Here you will find all of my Supernatural works!! ENJOY!

She Wouldn’t be Into a Guy Like Me- DeanxReader   Warnings: smut (unprotected [don’t party without a hat at home kids]), language,angst, LONG? yes, WORTH IT? HELL YEAH

As If Hunters Are a Thing, Right? Part I-    Warnings: angst, descriptions of depression, character deaths, vivid imagery of crime scenes, drinking

Tear Me Down Pt 1- DeanxReader     Warnings: angst,drinking, gore, possession, descriptions of said possession, slight self esteem issue if you really look hard, just a whole slab of Sadness really

Tear Me Down Pt 2 “Now”- DeanxReader    Warnings: bit of angst in the beginning, depression, descriptions of possession, FLUFFY AS ALL HELL, make out (if that needs a warning?)

I Can’t Explain It- DeanxReader  Warnings: Angst with a wee bit o’ fluff 

“I Know My Baby Better Than You Anyway”-   Warnings: smut (unprotected [don’t party without a hat at home kids]), language, the reader being a bit of a smart ass, slightly insecure reader, super fluff at the end

Until The End of Time-    DeanxReader   Warnings:OK this is what I call, SUPER FLUFF… It is semi lethal at times… I figured that a Monday needs a little !Pregnant ReaderX!Daddy Dean love.

How Can I Put This?-   SamxReader Warnings: negative body image of the reader, Sammy being Cute as all hell, semi-fluffy, almost smut (Coming in Part 2)

“How Can I Put This?” Part II_ “Well In That Case”-   Warnings: SMUT with protection (yay I remembered!), oral sex (Female receiving GRAPHIC), dry humping, All around dirty (seriously I need to go to church now), IT’S LONG y’know like Sam?, fluff at the end, Pairing: SamxReader,   A/N: I have never said this before, but seriously, this is for 18+ users! I had to stop writing for a bit because I got all worked up. This is your only warning…enjoy! I’m Actually Thinking the Contrary of Disgust-   Warnings: negative body image of the reader, language, fluffy, Dean’s a sweetheart in this one, implied smut at the end, Sick reader  Pairing: Dean x Sick!Reader  Characters: Reader, Sam, Dean A/N: I came down with a really bad cold and it inspired this! Dean is a supersweetheart in this one.. the fluff is super strong! enjoy the fic guys!

Where Do I Sign?- Warnings: Language, Mentions of Mental Illness, Depression, Anxiety, Mentions of Medication and being without said Medication, General Angst… This one is heavy but gets fluffy… you have been warned.   Pairing: Dean x Reader   Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, other characters are mentioned   A/N: Hello everyone, so this is a piece that I came up with yesterday! The lovely @emoryhemsworth Beta’d this one for me so thank you once again sweetheart and Congratulations on your graduation!!!!

Writer’s Block- DRABBLE   Warnings: for the first time none really! Just gets a bit steamy at the end, enjoy my people! Pairing: Dean xReader  Characters:Reader,Dean A/N: This is a drabble that I came up with when I had writer’s block a while back. I think that now’s the perfect time to release it since my other fic isn’t quite ready yet so enjoy this drabble in it’s place! The other one should be out some time in the coming week. 

I Will Never Deserve-  Warnings: some descriptive language, cursing, fluffy Dean, angry Dean, whole bunch of Dean feels really, insecure reader    Pairing: Dean x Reader   Characters: Reader x Dean, Sam   A/N: Ok so I kid you not this happened to me. I have been interested in a guy for a while (relationship wise). We haven’t talked in forever and then a few months later, he starts to conversate with me and basically asks me to be in a threesome…. with himself and his girlfriend…I DIDN’T DO IT! I altered parts of the conversation that I put in. So this fic is a bit of what I wish someone would have said to me… of the Dean variety.   (all the way up to the read more line is the basic summation of what happened)

She’s Mine-Warnings: A/B/O dynamics (claiming, knotting, the like), cursing, semi NSFW GIFS,  longgg as fuuuuuuuuuuccckkkkk but worth it (trust me)   Pairing: Dean x Reader   Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Cas   A/N: Ok so this is my first time trying A/B/O dynamics… I had a very good fried of mine @emoryhemsworth Beta this for me and she did an awesome job! So shout out to her!!  Also @kittenofdoomage I hope your proud!! I’ve been inspired by your A/B/O pieces for a while and I hope you enjoy this piece, you are a legend!!!

It’ll Always Be You- Warnings:SMUT, semi NSFW (Barely) gifs, Language, Nervous!Dean, tiny bit of angst, Long as all hell but worth it for the ending!   Pairing: Dean x Reader   Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam   A/N: Hello People! This is my so so so late admission for @mamaredd123‘s 100 quotes challenge! I am so sorry this is so late. Both my sister and I had surgeries and that put a whole halt to my writing endeavors. I am so happy with the product and I hope that y’all are too.

Since I Saw You- Warnings: None, Unless you aren’t a fan of tooth-rotting fluff, some awkward stuff maybe if you squint.   Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Y/N   Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Y/N   A/N: Hello People! Ohh two fics in less than a week? What is going on with me? Well here is my first RPF. This takes place right at the beginning of Supernatural! I mean no disrespect towards Danneel or anyone else in the fic. This is 100% a work of fiction and not meant to harm or hurt anyone at all! Please enjoy! Also let me know if I did good! I’m an insecure writer and I needs the validations!

Needed You (Imagine)-Warnings: Only one, mention of a bad hunt… Other than that a sprig of angst n a giant pile of fluff. Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jack, Reader.    A/N: Anonymous asked: Can I request a Jack imagine?Why yes you can, nonny. Yes you can.    For this one I am not sure where you wanted me to go with it, so I am going to try a different approach, I hope you like it! I’ve never written for Jack before but let’s give it a go!

Grandma Got Fucked Over By A Reindeer-Warnings: None really, description of a murder, some cussing, implied future smut, but nothing happens, promise!   Pairing: Dean x Reader   Characters: Dean Winchester, Y/N, Sam Winchester, Jack   A/N: This is for @atc74 ‘s Cards Against Christmas Drabble Challenge. I had so much fun making this. I don’t even know how to define this genre, maybe a crack fic? Enjoy people!! 

Jealousy-Pairing: Dean X Reader   Situation: undercover office hunt where Dean get Jealous of reader getting attention from men that work in the office.   Genre: Smut/Fluff    Warnings: SMUT, FLUFFY AS ALL HELL, !Jealous Dean   Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader,    Characters:  Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader,   A/N: Is this a drabble? NO….. DO I CARE? NOT EVENN A BIT!!! I LOVE THE WAY YOU THINK! THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE, Thank you so much for submitting!

For You- Warnings: SMUT, Angst, the lightest bit of BDSM…. Fluffy Smutty Dom Demon Dean…. Yes you read that correctly… I didn’t think it was possible either… but hey, here we are.   Pairing: Fluffy!Dom!Demon! Dean x Reader   Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam  Winchester, Castiel, Reader.   A/N: Here’s another piece for the 606 challenge!!! I’m sorry it’s been a bit, classes started up again and I’m drowning in work, but I was able carve out time for this fic. I am slowly working on When You Call as well so… NOBODY PANIC THERE IS A PART 12 on the way (I may or may not be aiming for this weekend… *wink) In the meantime, please enjoy this fic!

I’ll Tell You What, Winchester- Warnings: None Really, future smut implied   Pairing: Dean x Reader   Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader.   A/N:This is from my 100 follower celebration, so I decided to move it to the 606 because I really want to do some gifs as well. Special thanks to @jayankles who submitted this a while ago (So sorry that it took this long.)

The Pie-Warnings: LETHAL FLUFF(look to tags to avoid spoilers), idk what else but yeah, there yah go!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAN!!!!   Pairing:Dean Winchester x Reader   Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester,   A/N:Yet another Drabble Done for the 606 celebration/challenge!!! @mamaredd123 Submitted: How about a Dean x Reader, no particular genre, go with a drabble… “How could you forget the pie??”THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUBMISSION AND….ENJOY THE FLUFF

She’s  A Knockout- Warnings: Some angst, some spoilers for s14, some fluff, cursing because c’mon it’s me we’re talkin’ about, also some allusion to sexy times.   Pairing: Dean x Donna    Characters: Doug, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Donna   A/N: ONWARD WITH THE 606 CHALLENGE!!! I know I haven’t posted for this in a while, but this submission from @adoptdontshoppets that just started singing to me tonight. The submission is:“Whatcha doin’ here Dean?” + Dean x Donna + Dean shows up at the sheriff’s office to ask Donna on a date + I vote for fluff ‘cause she says ‘yes.’ Though angst if she says no could be interesting too. 🙂 Maxi’s 606

For You Part 2- Warnings: depressing memories, some provoking Demon!Dean, metions of sexy times,  it’s really a prepper for part 3…. if you want it.   Pairing: Dean x Reader   Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader   A/N: If you want part 3 tell me so!!

The Letter- Warnings: Some angst, Jealous!Dean, Sam’s just being Sam, Mentions of Hell and sexy times, nothing too bad, Pg-13 at best… not even really, FLUFFFFFFYYYYY   Pairing: Dean x Reader   Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Random Dude, Reader (Of course)   A/N: Hello all, I wasn’t able to post over the weekend, but hey! I’m doing it now!!! Enjoy everyone.. It’s FLUFFYY and as always…. GIFS AIN’T MINE!!

Tethered-Warnings: angsty PAIN OWWWW   Pairing:Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader   Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader, (If I said who, it’d be a spoiler.)   A/N:  This was from @jayankles Thanks so much for the gifs hun!!

Sweet Birthday Bash- Warnings: None just lethal fluff, really   Pairing: None   Characters: Ana,Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester , Cass and Jack are mentioned   A/N: This is for the wonderful @anathewierdo to celebrate her birthday!! From her crazy tia Rowena (Vicky)

Right-  Warnings:lethal fluff, smut too, nothing too explicit since tumblr is having an existential crisis…   Pairing: Emory x Dean Winchester   Characters: Emory,Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester , Cass and Jack are mentioned   A/N: Happy birthday to my girl @emoryhemsworth !!! I’ll join you at 24 in a few months!!!

I Need Help-Warnings: Mental Breakdowns, mentions of Bipolar Disorder, Anxiety, depression, and other illnesses, small bit of cursing, fluff, angst, y’know the common roller coaster!   Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader   Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader, Jack    A/N: Hey so… I had an episode. This what I know Dean would do for his number one girl… if she lived with what I have…

Make it Better- Warnings: ANGSTY AF, like it’s bad for a while there, then it gets better. Some cussing possible, mentions of S14 stuffs.   Pairing: Dean x ReaderCharacters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader, OMC Luke, (Multiple other charaters mentioned   A/N: This is from an ask by @carribear31 Her ask reads:  So I have an idea, it could be angsty. Going back to beginning if seadon 14. Dean is free from Michael and comes back to the bunker to find all the AU hunters there. Him and reader have been together for awhile but seeing all these other hunters need her for this and that makes him feel unneeded and useless and even a bit jealous when he notices one other hunter seems to seek her out more then the others. Now with Dean feel sorry for himself and pushing her away she must prove they belong together. Happy ending please! Thank you!

You Had Me - Warnings: Fluff, Smut (I’M DIRTY DON’T JUDGE ME), unprotected sex (always wrap it before you tap it), asshole OMC who has a problem with plus sized women   Pairing: Dean x Reader   Characters: Y/N, Dean Winchester   A/N:Anon asked: Hey I love you’re writing!💕 can I request a dean x plus size reader where the reader is super quirky and shy also super insecure but does all there research and one day the reader gets ask on a date but gets setup and deans comforts his feelings maybe smut?Here you are Nonny!

SERIES LIST (Any Fic series with more than 2 parts):

“When You Call” Masterlist- Ongoing. Main Feels: Angst, Fluff, Smut! A/B/O Dynamics

“All I Could Do” Masterlist- Ongoing. Main Feels: Ansgt, depression, it’s not for the faint of heart, honestly

The Zeppelin Shirt Masterlist- Ongoing. Main Feels: SMUT 18+ only, I could not be more serious with this, honestly. Some angst.

The Situation Masterlist- Ongoing. Main Feels: Hilariously funny... Dean’s a Chick and let’s just say that he’s having issues adjusting womanhood

Disposable Masterlist- Ongoing... Main feels: PAIN PAIN PAIN

Plenty of Woman Masterlist-  Ongoing. Main Feels: Past traumas, Dean trying to fix some real bad shit he did in the past to the reader. There will be fluff and smut spattered around in my humble opinion, not guarenteed though, as all stories take a mind of their own over time. (individual warnings will be in each fic themselves… for the love of everything read and follow them!)

By The Books Masterlist- Ongoing. Main Feels: Lot of school work, flirting, smut to follow. Individual warnings will be in each fic themselves.)

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Avenging Angel: Part 42

Summary: You’ve spent the last five years on a dangerous mission to solve the crime that wrongly imprisoned your father. When the Winchesters find you half-frozen on the side of a mountain, they make it their own mission to save your life and make sure you stay alive. But after five years of uncovering horribly dark secrets, you’ve learned not to trust anyone. Especially people who seem like they have good intentions.

Word Count: 1714

Warnings: None

Avenging Angel Series Masterlist

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StonyGurl499: How’s the rich life treating you? ~t9

It had been a while since you’d been able to talk to t9. Ever since moving in with Braxton, finding time alone was hard. Any time you had to yourself, you used to snoop through his family’s life.

You had to find answers about your family somewhere.

You just had to.

LivingForFlyFishing: They use salad forks ~Up6Dn

LivingForFlyFishing: Like, for every meal

LivingForFlyFishing: Then they hire someone to wash the salad forks so they don’t have to do it themselves

LivingForFlyFishing: Because they can afford that shit

StonyGurl499: Wanted: Salad Fork Washer. Duties Include: Washing salad forks only. Not the soup spoons or dessert plates. Just the salad forks.

God, you’d missed joking with t9. It was a relief to have this moment, untouched by the gross manipulation you’d been weaving. Sure, you knew very little about t9, but they were your friend. You weren’t lying to them. They weren’t lying to you. There was no reason for them to lie to you.

LivingForFlyFishing: Shut up

LivingForFlyFishing: Have you found anything on the Cs?

StonyGurl499: I’m sure you’ve found more than I have

StonyGurl499: Dad C just seems like a sleazy businessman. Par for his course though

StonyGurl499: Your beau is pretty normal, as far as rich dudes go

Beau? That was a dated term if you’d ever heard one.

LivingForFlyFishing: Yeah, B seems normal. He’s nice. I hate doing this to him.

StonyGurl499: But you have to. For your dad. Right?

You barely spoke of your dad to t9. Sure, t9 was your friend, but your dad was the topic that you held closest to your heart. Beyond the hacktivist group you and t9 ran for a few months, you barely knew anything about them.

Except that they were rich enough to just wire you ten thousand dollars on a whim, whenever you needed it.

LivingForFlyFishing: Yeah. For my dad. I still feel slimy when I use the credit card B gave me. Feels like I’m committing fraud.

LivingForFlyFishing: When you gave me money, it wasn’t slimy

LivingForFlyFishing: How’d you get so much so fast anyway?

You trusted t9, sure. But that didn’t mean you were wary of them. Why they had decided to help you out was a mystery and you weren’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth… but I suppose you could try to take a peek.

StonyGurl499: Wired it from the Cs bank acct. Trust me. They’ll never notice my hack

LivingForFlyFishing: Haha. V funny. Keep your secrets if you want.

LivingForFlyFishing: but if you find something on the Cs and don’t share, Imma disown you

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“You know, Y/N,” Dean started, purposefully not looking at you.

He had to keep going, right? Like, he couldn’t just stop once he started something. Not now. Not while you were stopped in the middle of nowhere getting gas on your way to kill your mother with your ex-boyfriend.

Besides, you only had a few minutes until Sam came out from the bathroom.

“Yes, Dean?” You prompted. You’d been on the road for hours, and this was the first time the two of you were alone. Obviously, Dean had waited until Sam left.

Dean huffed a deep sigh and rubbed the back of his neck. “You and I… We… well, we haven’t really had it easy. We haven’t always gotten along.”

“This is not news to me, dude.”

“Would you shut up and let me finish?” He whirled around and finally faced you. Exasperation, you’d found, was the easiest way to get Dean to stop procrastinating.

“I would if you would actually get to the point.”

“The point is that I actually think I like you. You’re good for Sam.”

How could words make you feel so warm? And so quickly? Your brain hadn’t even processed the words, but your heart felt warm. “Thanks, Dean. That… that’s really sweet.”

“Yeah, yeah. I just felt like I should say that. Just—just in case. You know, just in case…”

“Shit happens. I get it. I just… I don’t know. You’re the feel emotions in silence kind of person. Didn’t expect you to get all gushy.”

“Shut up,” he rolled his eyes and finished gassing up the car. And things were back to normal.

“No, seriously, while we’re doing this, you wanna, like confess anything else? Like… I don’t really know. But you’re already being all—”

“Fuck, Y/N, I try to be serious one time…”

“I like you too, asshole,” you said, laying a hand on his arm for a second before walking around the car. As soon as you had the barrier of the car between you, you leaned against the frame and looked him straight in the eyes. “I feel like this is it, Dean. By this time next week, everything is going to be done. It’ll be over with. So, I want you to know that even though we never really got along, I like you. And in a weird way, I even respect you.”

“You’re gonna make me say it too, aren’t you?”

“No,” you answered his question quickly. “And I’m not selfish enough to think that the few weeks I’ve spent with Sam will mean anything in the long run, but if something happens to me…”

“I’ll keep an eye on him,” Dean promised, eyes locked on yours. “I’m his big brother. It’s what I’ve always done.”

You managed a stiff smile. “He’s lucky to have you.”

“I could say the same about you.”

You were so done with this conversation. “You ready for this? Whatever comes next?”

“Sweetheart,” Dean replied, leaning against the other side of the car. “One thing I’ve learned is that we’re never ready for what comes next. But we’re gonna give it our all anyway.”

“Give it our all,” you repeated softly. “I guess the last five years of my life have built to this, hasn’t it?”

“One way or another, it’s all gonna end.” Dean let you turn those words over in your head while he finished up gassing up the car before he turned to you again. “You think you can handle it?”

The bell over the door to the gas station rang and you looked up to see Sam walking towards the two of you.

“I don’t know. Dean, I have no idea what I’ll do next. I mean, I started this insane mission to prove that my dad was innocent and… well… he’s d-dead. And I can barely believe everything I’ve learned since. And… I just don’t know.”

He nodded just as Sam reached your side.

“We good to go?” Sam asked, snaking his arm around your waist.

“At this point,” you said softly, keeping your eyes locked on Dean’s, “we don’t have an option, do we?”

“Let’s go.” Dean finished filling up the gas tank while Sam held open the back door of the Impala for you to get into.

The immediate second after Sam closed the door behind you, your phone rang. And you nearly ignored the call, but Braxton’s name lit up the screen and you answered after a deep breath. “Hey Brax. We’re, like, six hours away.”

“Change of plans, Y/N,” he replied. Dean and Sam both got into the car and looked back at you at the same time, immediately keying into the change in tone. As soon as the door were closed, neither spoke, waiting for your cue. And you waited for Braxton to explain. “We have an eye-witness placing your mom back in Virginia. She’s mobilizing her forces now. I’ve started moving my armies that way.”

“Armies,” you muttered under your breath. You hadn’t thought of the upcoming conflict as a battle, but I guess it was time to overcome your denial. “Right. Okay. So Virginia. I, uh, We’re not even close.”

“Tell me where you are and I can send a jet to you.”

You asked Dean where you were, since you’d been paying more attention to poring over your Dad’s research than the road. “Just outside of Grand Junction, Colorado.”

He repeated your location to someone beside him before returning to your conversation. “Drive to the Grand Junction airport. I have a jet in Denver that I’ll send to pick you up there.” There was a loud crash and he hurried to finish up the conversation. “Listen, I gotta go. I’ll talk to you when you’re on the jet, okay? It’ll be at the airport in just over an hour.”

“Okay.” What else do you say in these scenarios? “Be safe, Brax.”

“You too,” he said shortly, obviously distracted by whatever was happening where he was. “Talk to you soon. Love you. Bye.”

“I—yeah. Bye.” Love you? You literally just stabbed him. Like, not figuratively. You had a knife and you plunged it into his arm. “Uh,” you said, catching sight of the boys watching you expectantly. “He’s sending a jet. It’ll be at the Grand Junction airport in about an hour.”

“Airport?” Sam looked between you and Dean and sighed. “You gonna be good with that?”

The reminder at your HELLicopter ride made you want to reflexively punch him for subjecting you to the memory, but you managed to refrain. “Yeah. I’m good on planes. You can, you know, close the window and pretend you’re not in the air. Helicopters are just torture devices.”

Sam nodded slowly, clearly not fully convinced.

Then you caught sight of Dean shifting in the front seat and avoiding all eye contact.

“Dean?” You asked. His eyes flashed to yours briefly before he started fumbling with the keys, turning the car on. “Holy shit. You’re scared of flying.”

“Shut up.”

You couldn’t exactly tease him for his fear, since yours was so similar, so you just sat back.

Sam, however, had no such qualms. “Just my luck. I’ve gotta fly across the country with two people scared of flying. Got my brother scared of planes, my girlfriend scared of helicopters, and here I am. Scared of nothing.”

He smirked at the both of you, clearly teasing, yet enjoying himself all the same.

Dean, however, was not about to let his little brother get away with it. He turned, looked Sam right in the eyes, and simply stated: “Clowns.”

Which shut Sam up right up.

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I Love You

Pairing: Samxreader Word count: 866 Summary: Your nightmares have been troubling you and Sam tries to comfort you. Warnings: none A/N: Requests Open The clock on the home screen displayed the time 3:20 a.m. You woke up about half an hour ago all sweaty and out of breath. Even after all these years the memories of that night still haunted you in your dreams but what is worse is the regret that comes after. The regret of being a child who was too scared to come out of the shadows. The regret of being so afraid that the only thing you did was run away. But worst of all was the regret of surviving when no one else did on that fateful night. Life as you knew it came to an end on that night. You had never told anyone about what happened. Not even your boyfriend. You have been togetyou for more than two years now and yet this was a secret you did not share. But it was the deal. On your first night togetyou when you woke up in the middle of the night Sam was so worried and asked you what was wrong but you dismissed it as a one time thing. But then you moved in with him and he realised that the nightmares were a frequent thing. He wouldn’t stop asking you about them but you weren't ready to open up yet and so you made a deal with him that if he wants to be with you he will stop asking question and so he did. You heard the door to your room open and you realised that Sam must have found you absent by his side. He entered the library and you saw the worry on his face. He stopped asking you questions didn't mean that he stopped worrying. And just as you saw that look on his face something stirred in your chest. He was youe through everything, he understood what you must have gone through and so he was patient with you. Waiting for you to be ready when you will be. And in those few seconds that he walked over to you, you decided that you were ready. You will tell him everything. He sat down on the chair next to you and looked at your face. As always trying to understand what was going insode your head. Your did not look up at him. “Hey” he said, barely a whisper. “You alright?” “Yeah. I'm fine.” you gave a small smile. “Sam. We need to talk.” he looked up, surprise all over his face. The first and the only thought that came to his mind was 'oh no! She wants to break up with me' and he started panicking. “No! I won’t let you. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.” You were surprised by his sudden outburst. What the hell was he doing? “Sam please let me-“ “Please no. Why? I wouldn’t survive two days without you.” And you realised what he thought you were about to do and suddenly the atmosphere in the roome changed. Both of you were so serious just seconds ago and now you just wanted to laugh so hard but you stopped yourself from doing that. “Just listen to me.” But he didn’t and continued blabbering. You couldn’t even understand him anymore. “SAM!” you shouted and he stopped as if someone just yelled ‘statue’. He stared at you, you stared back and after about five seconds of silence you said, “I love you.” His lips parted as if unable to believe what you just said. It was the first time ever that anyone of you had said it and now you were nervous. So many questions raced through your mind. 'Did you blow it up? Was it too soon? Why isn’t he saying something? Will he stop staring and just say something already? Anything?' But he sat there motionless just staring back at you, and then his lips moved and if the room wasn’t so quiet you would have missed it but you heard what he said. “Is this what you wanted to talk about?” and slowly you shook your head. “So did you just say it to shut me up?” he asked feeling a little offensive and you wanted to laugh but once again you controlled yourself from doing it and just shook your head. “Then why? All of a sudden.” You didn’t say anything immediately, just bit your lip and after a second or two you replied, “I just realised it.” and you smiled at him. He got up from the chair and stood next to your chair and stared at you for a moment and then before you could realise what was happening he grabbed your face and bent down to kiss you. You put your hands on the nape of his neck and tried to stand up but your legs got tangled and both of you fell down. “Oh my God! I’m so sorry. Are you alright?” you asked with a worried voice. But instead of answering you, he started laughing remembering his stupidity and the worry on you face changed to confusion. “What?” He stopped laughing and looked at you and with a smile on his face he finally said, “I love you too.”

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Breathe - Chapter Three

After the biggest meeting of her career, Y/N went for a drink and met him. Dean Winchester, the handsome bartender at The Shop, who managed to say all of the right things to soften her hard shell. Was it possible that Y/N was wrong all of this time? Had she spent the better part of 2 decades focusing on her career when there was one man in a city of 18 million that could make her feel more alive than any job ever could? Will she be able to slow down long enough to let herself fall in love with a man that was never a part of the plan? After years of holding her breath, will she finally let herself breathe again?

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Chapter Three

Her

Y/N woke up groggy with a pressure on the inside of her skull threatening to crack her head open and spill everything out. Her temples throbbed insistently and a wave of nausea hit her as soon as she opened her eyes. The gloomy, dark skies hid the sun from bleeding in through the open curtains, but it still felt too bright for her hangover. Everything felt slow and sluggish, like she was trying to walk under water. 

She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand and a streak of mascara darkened her skin. She rarely forgot to take off her makeup, and she knew her skin would punish her for it later. She yawned and squinted at the window. She didn’t usually leave her black out curtains up… in fact, she never opened them. 

There are moments that are subtle, brief and fleeting like the first flake of snow of the season. Sometimes they go completely unnoticed and unremembered. Other moments are big, grand, powerful enough to move mountains and change a person’s life forever.

As Y/N looked around the apartment, her surroundings coming together like a puzzle that finally clicked together seamlessly, she experienced one of those astronomical, mounting moving moments. 

This was not her apartment.

“The fuck…” 

Quickly orienting herself, she tried to find any kind of identifying information to tell her where she ended up and who she may have gone home with. It was not like her to be so reckless. 

The apartment was tidy, but, by the simple decor and smell of the sheets she was able to discern that the apartment definitely belonged to a man. She pinched the bridge of her nose to quiet an oncoming headache. She didn’t even remember a man from the night before that she could’ve gone home with. Oh how the mighty have fallen, she thought solemnly. 

She glanced under the blanket that was hiding her bottom half, happy to find that she still had her dress and panties in place. She had to admit, though, that the situation was confusing. She didn’t have sex last night, that she was fairly sure of, but in that case… Why was she in a strangers apartment? It didn’t make any sense. 

She slipped out of bed, finding her heels resting neatly on the floor next to the bed, placed with care. 

Who would take her home and just tuck her into bed? That was something a friend did, or a boyfriend. Her stomach twisted as Sam’s face flashed in her mind. His kind hazel eyes wrinkling at the edges as he smiled at her. He would take care of her in that way without question, and that thought terrified her. She’d avoided his apartment for so long for that exact reason. She couldn’t risk him getting the wrong idea. 

She picked up her shoes, not wanting to risk clicking on the hardwood floors and alerting the mystery man. As she poked her head around the room separator she was hit with the smell of cooking. Her mouth watered immediately at the savory smell of meat sizzling on the stove and something sweet that she couldn't quite place. Y/N did not cook. Her kitchen was purely aesthetic. She wouldn't even know how to turn her oven on, let alone use it, so the smells were new and warming. If the food tasted as good as it smelled, she may have a reason not to sneak out after all. Her stomach growled in agreement, and she resisted the urge to shush it. 

“Oh good, you’re awake,” a voice said, gruffly and familiar. Her eyes followed the sound of the voice and caught his green eyes from across the apartment. 

The bartender! You went home with the goddamn bartender?! You’re better than this, Y/N. You aren’t twenty anymore. 

“Yes. Thank you for your hospitality,” she said, her voice strained and awkward. 

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth and his eyebrow quirked in response. “I’m almost done with breakfast. Do you have time to have a seat?” 

She shifted her weight awkwardly. The mix of her own vulnerability, the smell of bacon grease, a hangover, and how undeniably attractive he was had her reeling. The answer should’ve been no immediately. She had enough problems without adding a man to the mix, but yet there she was, considering it. 

“You good, Y/N?” 

The sound of her name snapped her out in an instant. Her shoulders rolled back, and her grip tightened on her heels. “I’m fine. I should get going.”

“Big day?” he asked, his eyes flashing with something mischievous. 

“Every day is a big day if you make it big.” 

“That sounds exhausting.” He pulled a pan off the stove. “Do you ever have days where you do nothing?” 

She squinted at him. This guy is kidding, right? “That doesn’t sound very productive.” 

“So I guess that’s a no,” he said with a chuckle. “You should try it. No plans. Just relax and go with the flow.” 

“Don’t you have to plan to have a day like that? So it’s not really without a plan.”

“You got me there.” Dean laughed, crossing his arms. “Do you always plan out your own days?” 

“Yes. What kind of question is that?” 

“I was just wonderin’ if you ever let anyone else plan things for you.” He shrugged. 

“Absolutely not.” 

He walked toward her, his height overcoming her as he approached. He wore a pair of jeans, socked feet, and a black Led Zeppelin t-shirt. His hair was messy from sleep, but his eyes were wide, awake, and engaged. “Are you afraid to lose control?” 

“No.” Yes. 

“Let me plan a day for you, Y/N.” His voice was silky and thick like honey, tickling her cheeks as he brushed her hair behind her ear. Her eyes flickered up to meet his, feeling taken aback from his sudden intensity. She half expected her skin to catch fire from the electricity bouncing between their chests to the beat of her racing heart. 

“Dean I…” 

“Hey, before you say anything hear me out,” he said, putting his hands up in surrender. Her lips pressed together, giving him only a moment to make his case - which was more than she allowed most people. “I know you’ve got all the reasons in the world to say no. You don’t know me, you have no reason to trust me, but you’re a professional. I can see that, hell anyone can see it just by lookin’ at you. Y/N, you should know that there is risk in the world, and you could miss out on some of the best things in life if you don’t take it. Someone took a chance on you once, didn’t they?” 

He was breathing heavily, obviously a little worked up, and the sight of his body twisted up in ragged breaths sent a chill up her spine. The risk he was talking about was not the same thing as her job, as law school, as every tough case she had ever taken. He was out of line trying to make it seem like they were even on the same plane of reality. Even though she knew all of that, she still found herself wanting the impossible, the outrageous. 

“Take a risk on me, Y/N.”

She wanted a life that could move mountains. She always had. She wanted to say yes. 

Dean

Later

“Hold up, hold up. You’re going on a date?” 

Dean shrugged, running his fingers through his hair in the bathroom mirror, unable to keep one spot from sticking straight up. “I don’t know if it’s a date or not. I’m just gonna give her some fun. Don’t make a big deal out of it.” 

“So it is a date.” 

“Sammy, you need to relax,” Dean said, waving his younger, half brother away. Dean’s parents had divorced after he was born, and a year later Dean’s mom fell in love with Sam’s dad, and the boys had been together ever since. “My romantic life isn’t your concern.” 

“Sure it is,” Sam said with a laugh, sitting on Dean’s bed. He moved the room divider when he’d entered the apartment to give himself somewhere comfortable to sit, and was currently lounging across the large mattress. “I don’t want you to die alone.” 

“Nobody is dyin’.” 

“We are all dying, Dean. Technically.” 

“You’re insufferable.” 

“I don’t see your point,” Sam said with a frown, his eyebrows coming together. 

“How’s mom?” 

“She’d like to see you.” 

Dean exhaled sharply from his nose. He didn’t see Mary nearly enough. She lived out in New Jersey and it still felt like a betrayal to his dad going out to visit her frequently. Plus, he spent most of his days in The Shop. There was always an excuse, even though none of them seemed good enough. “Miss her too.” 

“You should call her.” 

Dean poked his head out of the bathroom to eye his brother. “I don’t need a lecture, Sammy.” 

“Hey you asked.” His brother was quiet for a beat before sitting up. “So… I got the case.” 

“What?! Why didn’t you lead with that! I would’ve taken the night off to take you out to celebrate. This is huge news!”

“Wait, you’re going to work? I thought you were going on a date?”

Dean shrugged, “She said I could have her time Sunday morning. From eight to ten thirty.” 

Sam’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “You want to go out with someone that stringent?” 

Dean shoulders lifted again, “Guess so.” He walked out and sat next to his brother. “But this isn’t about me. I’m really proud of you, brother. You’ve worked really hard for this.” 

Sam’s cheeks reddened a bit, and he reached behind his head, scratching his neck awkwardly. “Thanks. I’ve really been trying, and I’m excited for the opportunity. I know they’re taking a chance on me and it means a lot.” 

“They’re making the right choice, Sammy. You’re damn good at your job. It’s too late for me to get a replacement, but come by, and I’ll get you dinner and drinks on the house.” 

“I’ll just ride with you then. We can split a cab.” 

Dean grinned at his brother, squeezing his shoulder. “You got it, kid.” 

He could still see little Sammy with his bright eyes staring up at him. He had all of these grand dreams that were so big. For a while he wanted to be president, and Dean believed that he could do it. Sam had the heart and the drive to do anything he put his mind to, maybe that was the draw Dean  had to Y/N. She reminded him of the same fire he saw in his brother. 

“What about the woman you’re talking to?” 

Sam let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping. “I dunno Dean. She might hate me.” 

“She’d be stupid to hate you, kid. You’re a goddamned catch.” He slid his wallet and phone in his pocket, and offered a hand to Sammy so he could pull him up. “Fight for her. That’s all you can do.” 

His little brother looked up at him knowingly and nodded, clasping their hands together. He pulled Sam up, looking up at his younger brother who towered over him by at least three inches. “I will,” Sam agreed, “I’ll fight for her. 

“Good. Now let's go get you a drink.” 

“Or five.”

“Or five.” 

Her

“Give me your hand.” 

Y/N raised her eyebrow before offering her palm. 

The fiery red head in front of her consisted of her one guilty pleasure in this world. Rowena McCloud. The self proclaimed witch was cheaper than a therapist any day of the week, and she provided tea leaves that were usually the only thing, other than two fingers of whiskey, that put Y/N to sleep after a long, stressful day. 

Rowena ran her long manicured nails along the lines of Y/N’s palms. “You’ve met someone.” 

Here she goes again. Why did I even come here? Y/N asked herself every time that she came to the tea shop for a visit. Why did she come? She knew the answer, but saying it out loud was too fucking pathetic for words. 

She had no friends, and her relationship with her mother was strained at best. So who else was she supposed to talk to about her issues? She could always ignore them, but that was like cutting wires at random, just hoping the one she was cutting wasn’t the trip wire that would explode her entire life. Bottling up emotions caused frown lines and acne break-outs, and she was too damn old for pimples. So she’d ended up with a Scottish witch examining her love line a little too closely. 

“Have not.” 

“Oh come on, Y/N, you have.” Her green eyes flickered up to meet Y/N’s, her red painted lips curled into an ornery smirk. “I can tell. You’re flushed. What’s his name.” 

“There is no him.”

“Fine. Then what’s her name.” 

Y/N pulled her hand away and crossed her arms in annoyance. “Give me a break, Rowena.”

“I cannot, I'm afraid, but I can make you tea.” 

“Fine.” She couldn’t help but smile as the woman turned away. Even twenty-plus years her senior, they still meshed well together. She looked at her as a second mother, or even better, a friend. If she knew how to have those, of course. 

“Why did you come here?” 

“I didn’t get the promotion.” 

“Ah.” 

“You don’t seem surprised,” Y/N said, a bite to her words. “I deserved it.” 

“Of course you did,” Rowena said smoothly as she poured a dark, steeped liquid into the small tea cup. “But you’ll have something better.” 

“If you say love I’m going to come across this table and smack you.”

The witch laughed at that, the skin crinkling around her eyes in amusement. “I was going to say sex.” 

“I am having sex,” she said with a huff. 

“Not sex that you enjoy.” 

It was a bold statement. A bold statement that Y/N wasn’t confident that she could disagree with. She thought she enjoyed it, but she never had anything outside of other meaningless connections to compare it to. She’d never wanted more, though. Her one love was her job and that’s how it was always supposed to be. At least before her job royally fucked her. Maybe it was time she started thinking about herself, instead of the firm. 

“I enjoy sleeping with him.” 

“You hesitated, love. It’s mighty okay to be unsatisfied. Well, it isn’t okay, but it’s normal. You don’t have to stand for it.” 

She waved Rowena off dismissively, “It’s fine.” 

Rowena shook her head, her deep red curls bouncing. “Oh sweetie. It shouldn't be fine. It should be electric, hot, passionate. You aren’t living your best life if your sex is just fine.” Her green eyes flashed as she grinned. “You must’ve not slept with him yet, or you wouldn’t be so casual.” 

“You’re obsessed.” 

“Aren’t you? You said yes to him, after all.”

“I had to get him off my back. He was persistent. He wouldn’t take no as an answer.” 

Take a risk on me, Y/N.

“You can lie to yourself all you want, but you can’t lie to me.” Rowena tapped the lip of the cup with her index finger. “It’s all in the leaves.” 

Y/N looked down into the cup that she hadn’t even noticed she’d been sipping. The mushed, wet leaves were at the bottom of her cup, and maybe she just had it on the mind or maybe Rowena was right and magic was in the air, but she could’ve sworn that they looked just like a heart. Lumpy, misshapen, but like one nonetheless. 

Dean

Part of Dean worried that she wouldn’t show. That would be his luck. Maybe he would deserve it after being a little too intense. Take a chance on me. Who the fuck did he think he was? He didn’t normally come off that strong. 

She wouldn’t let him pick her up. “What if you’re a serial killer?” Evidently he hadn’t earned her trust yet, even though he was a perfect gentleman the night before. “A woman can’t be too safe, Dean.” He liked the way she said his name. She sounded annoyed, but amused at the same time. She couldn’t quite keep up the unimpressed expression. He made it a personal goal to make her smile more than she frowned. She’d look amazing with laugh lines. Everyone should have them. 

Lisa often complained about the lines on her face, and she painted makeup over them to hide the creases and curves. Dean had loved them. They told the story of her life. Laugh lines showed a long, happy life full of laughter and joy. He could never understand why she would want to hide them. It was beyond him. 

He was meeting Y/N in front of the restaurant.  He held two disposable cups in one hand and a paper bag in the other, leaning against the building. He watched people stroll past. They weren’t watching their surroundings, constantly staring straight forward. That was the downside to New York City, no one was interested in the now. All they cared about was the next thing. He supposed it made sense that no one stopped to smell the roses in a city made of steel and concrete. There were no flowers to smell, only exhaust. 

Dean, on the other hand, believed in things that were beautiful. There was always something good to see.

In front of him, a woman bundled her baby in a ball of blue, fluffy blanket to keep him protected from the autumn chill. A man jogged with his dog, whose tongue was out, having the time of his life. A man in a suit, who kissed a woman goodbye as he stepped out of a cab. And her. 

Y/N stood across the street, fumbling around her purse for something. He could see her eyebrows furrow even from that distance. She wore a pair of black pants tucked into black boots and a long burgundy sweater. A curl fell into her eye, the rest of her hair tucked into a wide-brimmed hat. She looked different than she had the day before, and he took note of everything about her to add to his mental collection right next to the way she looked first thing in the morning, how she looked when she was angry, and the way her voice sounded when she was drunk. He was excited to learn all he could about her. What was her favorite food? What was her ideal temperature? How did she like her coffee? 

He wanted to know her, even with the high probability that she would hurt him. He figured that pain was something, and something had to be better than the emptiness he’d been feeling. Pain at least meant that he was still alive. 

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Hello, I started watching Supernatural from the beginning and I got this idea. This takes place in season 2, I tried to make you around Sam’s age, maybe a year or two younger. I hope you guys like it and thanks for all the love!

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Summary: You and Sam share a gift that could potentially save your college campus.

Characters: You, your roommate (Jenny), Sam, Dean, Brandon (some asshat)

Pairings: Sam x Psychic!Reader

Warnings: Language, discussions of death, discussions of seeing death, angst

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16 Years Ago

You had just laid down to bed, your mother kissing your forehead and pulling the blanket around your shoulders. You hugged your stuffed rabbit close to your chest and closed your eyes, your body relaxing.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” Your mother said as she closed the door to your room, the only light in the room coming from your princess night light. You fell asleep quickly, wrapped in the warm blankets. You woke sometime later, you were freezing, shivering under the covers. Your small hand pulled the blankets tighter around you. You could see your breath in front of your face and you pulled your legs up closer to your chest. You felt a tingle down your spine and the air around you became heavy. You poked your head out from under the blankets, looking around your room with wide eyes as fear set into you. That’s when you saw him. It was a man, he was old, skinny, and tall. He wore a black suit that only made his skin look even paler against the contrast of night. Your breathing became shaky, telling yourself it was just a dream. He took a step towards your bed and your breath hitched in your throat, you slammed your eyes shut and covered your ears. You heard his footsteps coming closer towards you, hearing his uneven and raspy breathing. You felt a pressure against your shoulder, you opened your eyes and saw his hand, grey with purple and blue bruises touching you.

“Button.” He said, his voice was breathy and grumbled in the quiet room. You shot up in bed, looking into his cloudy blue eyes and let out a blood curdling scream. Your parents burst through the door, concern written all over their faces. You were curled into a ball, your small arms wrapped around your legs. Your father picked your up into his arms, you buried your face against his chest and cried from fear. He rubbed your back and looked up at your mom, exchanging a look. Your mom ran her fingers through your hair, helping you calm down.

“What happened sweetie?” She asked you when you had stopped crying so hard. You turned to face her, your little face red and puffy.

“There was a man in here. A old man. He was scary looking.” Your voice was shaky and small.

“Oh baby, I’m sure it was just a bad dream.” Your dad said, his chest rumbling when he spoke.

“No, I saw him. He touched me.” You sat up straighter in your dads lap, looking at him directly.

“Ok. Ok, do you see him anymore?” He asked, brushing your hair behind your ear. You looked around the room, making sure to check the corners. You turned back to him and shook your head. He smiled at you and kissed your forehead before laying you back in bed.

“I think he’s gone for good.” Your mom said, touching your arm. You sniffled and nodded, trying to be brave. They both kissed you again before going back to sleep, reassuring you everything was ok. Once you were alone again, you tried to lay as still as you could. You closed your eyes and managed to drift off to sleep for the night.

Two days later

You were coloring at the kitchen table, a cup of juice in front of you. Your mother lugged a box from the basement and placed it on the table next to you. She began to pull out picture albums, looking through each one. You scooted closer to her so you could look too. Your mother turned the page and your heart dropped in your chest. You placed your hand on the page and pointed to the man in the picture.

“Who’s that?” You asked, looking at your mom. She furrowed her brow and gave you a sideways glance before answering.

“That’s your grandfather. He was a wonderful man, so happy and full of light.” She said, running a finger along the picture.

“He was in my room the other night. He called me ‘button’.” You said, wondering why you had never met him. Your moms whole face dropped and went pale. She stared at you for moment, she was crying. You reached up and touched her. “Don’t cry, mommy.” She turned and looked at you, she was breathing heavy. She looked scared.

“How did you know he called me button?” She asked you, holding your shoulders.

“He said it in my ear.” You were getting upset now, why was your mom so sad? What happened?

Present Day

You were in your apartment, grabbing what you needed for class. You ran your fingers through your hair and hoisted your bag onto your shoulder. Your roommate poked her head out of her room, giving you a sideways smile with only one eye open. You laughed at her hungover state and gave her a small wave, shaking your head. You closed the front door and walked down the steps, taking a bite of your bagel. Your morning class was boring as always, letting you day dream. You doodled into your notebook as your professor mumbled on in the background.

“Hey.” A voice said next to you making you jump slightly. He chucked and sent you an apologetic look.  He usually sat near you, Brandon was that his name?

“Hey.” You whispered back, raising your eyebrows in question.

“Got an extra pen?” He asked you, licking his lips and leaning closer to you. You nodded and grabbed one out of your bag, his fingers touched yours as he took it from you.

Brandon looked over his shoulder, making sure you weren’t looking. He crushed the pill with a glass and poured the contents into the drink in front of him. He turned around, handing you the drink and sitting down next to you on the couch. He draped an arm around you, watching you drink.

You blinked back into the present. He was staring at you with a mischievous grin on his face and leaning in even closer. You pulled back slightly and glanced at the clock, thank god class was over. Your professor turned and closed his book, dismissing the class. You shot up and practically ran from the room, your skin was tingling and all you could smell was Brandon’s cheap aftershave. You hated when the visions snuck up on you like that, sometimes you could feel it in the air before it happened. Sometimes it happened in dreams, but other times it overtook your whole body. You were walking back to your apartment, trying to get the image out of Brandon out of your head. When you heard your name being called. You closed your eyes and tried to ignore it, picking up the pace.

“Y/N! Hey, wait up!” He ran towards you, catching up in no time. He grabbed your arm and spun you around, you could feel the evil swarming inside him. Your eyebrows furrowed, you had never felt this much evil coming out of someone before. What was happening? He smiled at you and took a step toward you, making you shrink away from him. “Why don’t you come with me? We can have a good time together.” He was staring at you like a predator looking at its meal. The energy coming off of him was swelling with hate, anger, and agony. You could swear you got a hint of sulfur when he turned his head.

“No thanks, I really have to study.” You turned and tried your best to walk quickly without running, you didn’t want him to know you were scared of him. You walked back to your apartment and closed the door behind you. You closed your eyes and rested against the wood for a moment before going to your room, needing to relax. You laid down on your bed, turning on your TV. You just wanted to forget all about him. Forget his face, his smell, the way he made you feel like your head was going to explode. The TV turned to static and the air around you got thick and heavy. A tingle ran up your spine and you saw your breath in front of you. You wrapped your arms around yourself and put on a brave face for whatever was coming. A girl appeared in front of you, she was wearing a tank top and jeans. She was filthy, her hair a mess. Her mascara ran down her cheeks and her lipstick was smudged. You took in a deep breath and nodded at her, knowing she was here for a reason. She walked closer to you and placed her hand on your shoulder, you saw that she had bruises on her wrists and her nails were broken. You closed your eyes and felt all her fear, pain, and sadness. You opened your eyes, tears falling down your face.

“Find me.” She said, her voice was wet and broken in your ear. She pulled back and looked into your eyes before she was gone. You let out a breath, touching your chest and wiping your eyes with your sleeve. Ever since that night when you were six you had been seeing the dead and having visions. After much research you learned that you were a psychic medium. The dead would frequently find you to pass on a message from the grave. The restless spirits of the world were drawn to you like a magnet. Most were just trying to convey something, others were more malevolent in nature. You could usually tell how someone felt when they died, feeling their final emotions swarm you. Over the years you had learned to just let them tell you what they were going to tell you and they would usually leave you alone. Sometimes you had to be more forceful, telling them to move on, be at peace.

You took large breaths into your lungs, calming you down before you walked into the kitchen. Your roommate was at the sink, a strange look on her face.

“Have you ever heard of Michaela Baker?” She asked you, looking up at you.

“No. I don’t think so. Why?” You said, something was wrong. Her energy was afraid and confused.

“She was in my chem class. She’s missing.” She leaned against the counter, her hair still wet from her shower. She looked scared. Your lips parted and your stomach flipped inside you. Could it be? If you had just seen Michaela she wasn’t missing, she was dead.

Sam was sitting next to Dean in the impala. They had just left some diner heading towards the local college. Girls were missing. Dean didn’t think it was anything, but Sam had a feeling that something bad was happening. He begged Dean to at least check it out. They were almost there and Sam felt something stirring inside him. There was a nervous energy that he couldn’t shake. They pulled up to the campus and found a place to park, looking around for a sign or someone to talk to. It seemed that there was a mass exit, the campus suddenly bustling with people.

You were walking out of class, your bag over your shoulder. It had been two weeks since your roommate told you about Michaela and in that time two other girls had gone missing. Fear was rampant throughout campus, girls were locking themselves in their rooms from the moment the sun set. Curfew was at 7 sharp, all activities cancelled. Guys were offering to walk people to and from any night classes. Every girl you knew carried a whistle with them given to them by campus security. You had frequent meetings about the importance of the buddy system. The police we constantly on campus, weapons ready. It was all consuming. Your head was down and you were racing back to your apartment when you stopped in your tracks. The air changed around you and a tingle ran up your spine. Not in public, please not in public. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to will it away. When nothing happened you popped one eye open. Your face twisted in confusion as you looked around frantically, when you saw him. He was tall, really tall with wide shoulders. His hair was shaggy and curled around his ears slightly. He was wearing jeans, a flannel and a Carhartt jacket. He was beautiful, hazel eyes dancing in the sunlight. There was something about him, something inside you told you to talk to him. You felt drawn to him, you found yourself walking towards him.

Sam was standing with Dean among the crowd. He was looking around, trying to find the best place to start when he saw you. You were staring right at him, a look of confusion on your face that Sam found interesting. He gave you a small smile, causing you to narrow your eyes at him. Suddenly you were walking towards them, he let out a small breath and hit Dean’s chest to get his attention. You stopped in front of them and cocked your head to the side. Dean smiled at you, clearly checking you out, but your eyes remained on Sam.

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be weird, but do I know you?” You asked them, looking between the two men.

“No, but you can get to know us.” He said, a smile never leaving his lips. You sent him a small smile before your eyes returned to Sam.

“Uh, no I don’t think we have met. I’m Sam and this is Dean, we are looking into the disappearances here. Is there anything you can tell us?” Sam said, showing you his fake badge. You could feel that he was lying but telling the truth at the same time.

“Right, I honestly don’t know much. I heard from my roommate that all three girls said they were meeting a guy, but I have no idea if that true. The only thing I know for sure is that nothing has been found.” You didn’t know if that was true, all you knew was that all three girls had found you and gave you the same message, “find me”.

“These questions may seem strange, but have you noticed anyone acting strange? Maybe smelt something or seen flickering lights around campus?” You raised your eyebrows and stared deeply into his eyes, without thought you took his hand in yours.

A girl was on the ceiling, her curly blond hair was like a halo surrounding her head. There was a cut running across her stomach, staining her white nightgown. She took a large breath into her lungs and blue flames erupted around her before the entire room was engulfed into flames. Sam woke up in bed, painting and sweating. The girl was lying next to him, just fine. He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his body tightly.

You blinked back into the present. You realized why you were drawn to him, he was like you. Your breath was caught in your throat. Both boys were staring at you like you were crazy. Your eyes were wide, your breath heavy, heart pounding. You dropped Sam’s hand and covered your mouth with your hand.

“We need to talk. Follow me.” Your voice was rushed and high pitched. You turned and walked into the closest building, finding an empty classroom. The three of you walked into the room and you turned to face them. “Ok, I’m just going to say it because I feel like you guys might actually believe me: I’m clairvoyant.” There was silence for a moment before Sam spoke up.

“I believe you.” Sam said, he was staring at you with heavy eyes.

“We both do.” Dean nodded.

“Have you ever heard of hunters? Not in the traditional deer hunting sense. We hunt monsters, vampires, ghosts, demons. Its our job.” Sam explained.

“Ok, I thought what I said sounded insane.” You smiled, all three of you chuckling together at your conversation. “So, you really think what’s going on here is monstery?” Sam nodded, looking at you with steady eyes.

“Could be.” Dean said, also nodding. You bit your lip and weighed your options. Should you tell them how the girls had visited you? Maybe they could help or were you just asking for more trouble.

“I have something I need to tell you, but there are too many ears here.” You practically whispered. You were scared. Scared of the missing girls. Scared of what might happen if you were wrong. Mostly, you were scared of how you weren’t scared of them, especially Sam. Everything in you told you to trust him. The boys looked at each other and motioned for you to follow them to their car. You couldn’t believe you were doing this. This was insane, getting into a strangers car because they hunt ghosts? You could see your face on the news now. Dean drove you a short distance to the shittiest motel around and you all piled into the room.

“What is it, actually we never got your name.” Dean smiled at you again, laying on the charm thick. You smiled back.

“Y/N.” You were nervous, twitchy, and restless as you began to speak. “Ok, so the dead they visit me right. Well, I have been visited by all three girls and they all gave me the same message: ‘find me.’ I don’t know if they want me to find their bodies or what, but it’s really starting to affect me. I can’t sleep, I’m falling behind in classes. I just constantly picture their faces so close to mine, their wet and cold voices whispering to me.” You bit your fingernail in between your teeth, hoping this all worked out. Sam and Dean exchanged a look that you couldn’t quite pin point. Sam stood up from the bed and placed his hand on your shoulder, you felt calmer instantly. He smelt like pine, orange peel, and spices. He gave you an understanding look, and a crooked smile that showed off his dimples.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He seemed genuine, like he knew where you were coming from. Dean stood up too, facing you.

“You hungry?” He asked. You blinked at the off topic question, but nodded all the same. “I’ll go get us some food.” There seemed to be a form of nonverbal communication between these two that you wanted to learn. When the door closed, you faced Sam again and decided to tell him what you saw.

“Sam, I know you have had visions. I had a vision of you seeing your girlfriend die.” You were timid, you didn’t want to upset him but you also didn’t want to shut him out. You watched his face fall and all the color drain from his skin. He stared at you for a moment before he cleared his throat and ran a hand down his face.

“Yeah, I still have visions sometimes, but those early ones of Jess will always be the worst.” He sat down at the small table, it looked ridiculous against his massive form. You sat down across from him.

“I’m sorry, I can’t even imagine how horrible that must have been. We don’t have to talk about it anymore. I just wanted you to know that I had a vision of you, that’s all.” You tried to keep your voice light. He looked up at you under his lashes, pulling the left side of his mouth into a small smile and letting out a heavy breath.

“Y/N, I know you don’t want to think about it, but is there anything you can remember about how the girls looked when they visited you?” He was slouching in his chair, holding his hands up in a open manner. You told him how they were all filthy and bruised. How they all had tangled hair and marks on their wrists. He nodded, thinking to himself if that meant anything. Dean came back about 10 minuets later, you all ate and the boys questioned you more about the campus and the disappearances.

“Did you know any of the victims?” Dean asked you, taking a sip of soda.

“No, but my roommate did. I can ask her some questions tonight and tell you guys later.” You offered with a small shrug, trying to be helpful.

“That would be really helpful, thank you Y/N.” Sam was talking now, it amazed you that you felt so at ease whenever he was speaking.

They drove you back to your apartment, giving you each of their phone numbers and taking yours so you could stay in touch. You smiled at them when you got out of the car. You unlocked your apartment and walked in, calling your roommates name against the darkness. Something was wrong, the hair on the back of your neck stood up. You raced around the entire apartment, calling her name the entire time, your voice frantic. She wasn’t there, she was gone. You called her phone about six times before you dialed Sam. He answered on the second ring.

“Y/N? What is it?” He asked, you could hear tires squealing as Dean turned the car around.

“My my my roommate, Jenny, she’s gone. Sam, she’s gone.”

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Imminent - Part 1

Overview: He’s been by her side since the beginning. He’ll be there when everything comes to an end.

Characters: SamxReader

Word Count: 1,526

Warnings: all the angst, mild language, fluffy flashbacks

A/N: I’m excited for this one :) It’s been awhile since I’ve written for Sam, and I’ve missed him. Flashbacks are in italics.

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“This is Sam.”

My lips pull up at the sound of his name, a smile breaking through the grimace that had been claiming my features. I lean heavily against the wall and swallow hard to steady my voice.

“Hey, it’s me. It’s Y/N.”

There’s a pause, then a muffled shuffling sound, as if he’s moving to a new location, before his voice cuts back over the line. “Y/N, hey! It’s been a while.”

I can hear the smile wrapped around his words, and I can almost perfectly picture the small skin creases around his eyes that are sure to accompany it. I breathe deeply through my nose and clutch my side tighter.

“Y/N? Everything okay?”

My eyes snap back open, and I blink to bring my vision back into focus. I don’t remember closing them, and I wonder how long I’d inadvertently let the silence stretch for.

“Yeah...yeah… I just-” I clear my throat- “I’m pretty tired. Been working a case for about a week now. That’s why I’m calling, actually.”

“Did something happen?”

A sharp stab of pain shoots up my side, and I pull the phone away from my ear so he won’t hear the hiss that pushes past my clenched jaw. I breathe deeply again, shaky breaths in and out, and try to ignore the blood that’s oozing out between my fingers as they feebly attempt to hold tattered flesh together.

“Y/N?” His voice echoes out of the receiver. “Still there?”

I bring the phone back. “I’m here. I could use some help, though.”

“Where are you?”

“A tiny town in Colorado called Keota. Ever heard of it?”

“Is that in the Pawnee Grasslands?”

I’m not even surprised that he knows the area without needing a map. I’m pretty sure Sam Winchester knows a little bit about everything, like a tall, handsome computer with legs.

“Yep, though I’m more in the grasslands than the town at this point. I tracked them a little bit too far.” Air shoots out my nose in a short laugh, and a touch of bitterness coats my next words. “The hunter I was with said we should wait until the morning. Probably shoulda listened to him.” I glance to the right, taking in the mangled body in the corner for a few seconds before I have to look away. “You guys wouldn’t happen to be anywhere even remotely close to me, would you?”

More shuffling sounds from his end of the line, then- “About six hours, maybe seven depending on where you’re at exactly. I’ll get Dean and we’ll head that way as soon as the car’s loaded. Can you text me your approximate coordinates?”

I shake my head, then realize a few seconds later that he can’t see me. “I don’t think so. I’m honestly shocked that I got a signal to go through. It’ll be like the ultimate geocaching experience to find me… ‘member when we used to do that as kids? And someone left an elephant figurine that you went back and stole to give me for Christmas that year?”

A wave of dizziness washes over me, and I rest my head against the wall with a low thud. I know he’s saying something, can pick up the deep tone of his voice drifting through the line, but my brain can’t quite decipher the words. I clutch the phone tighter when I feel it threatening to slip from my grasp and focus in on the fire spreading through my veins to give my brain something to re-steady itself, something to clear out the haze that’s set in.

“Y/N?”

“Hey. Sorry… I’m, uh...I’m somewhere off of State Road 100...I think I went...north? Northeast? I’m not really sure, Sam. There’s this old shack that I’m currently holed up in.”

He’s quiet for a few seconds, and when he speaks, his voice is soft.

“What were you hunting, Y/N?”

I swallow around the lump that’s suddenly taken hold of my throat. Warm liquid pools behind my eyes, and when I shut them closed I feel some escape over the rims to trail slowly down my cheeks. The wound in my side is pulsing, each throb of pain hitting against the raw nerve of hopelessness that’s exponentially expanding in my gut.

“Werewolf. It was a werewolf pack.”

“This is ridiculous.”

I stop abruptly and whip my head around to glare at him, my sudden motion making Sam stumble slightly to avoid colliding with me. “You’re ridiculous,” I shoot back, “because this is going to be awesome.”

He rolls his eyes, but I can spot a smile on the corners of his mouth as he readjusts the shiny trash can lid we’d “borrowed” in his hands. The cold air has flushed his cheeks a light pink, and the tufts of hair sticking out of his beanie have small specks of ice in them. “I’m convinced you’re trying to kill me. Or maybe maim me enough so I won’t be able to go to Idaho tomorrow.”

I turn back around so he can’t read the expression on my face and continue the slow trek up the hill. “I still don’t know why I can’t come with you guys,” I half mumble as I pointlessly kick at a lump of snow on the ground.

A gloved hand on my arm stops my next step, and I let him tug me to face him. I have to look up to meet his gaze now, and a large part of me misses the days when I was the taller one, when it felt like me being bigger than him meant I could do a better job of protecting him.

But we both know that safety has always been a contingent fallacy.

“Y/N-” he starts, but my hand on his cheek stops him.

“It’s okay,” I say quietly. “I just wish things were different.”

Confliction creases his brow. “You know my dad… if I had a choice-”

“Sam,” I cut him off again, “it’s okay.”

He’s searching my eyes with his, and I suddenly realize that my hand is still on his face. I swallow as I let it drop, then move to give a gentle pull on his arm. “Come on, we’re almost there.”

The wind picks up its pace the closer we get to the top. By the time we crest the rise, my teeth are chattering. Sam glances over and then awkwardly pulls me into his side, crushing me between his arm and the trash can lid.

“You’re going to freeze to death,” he states as he briskly rubs up and down my arm with his hand.

I tilt my head up to smile at him. “It’ll be worth it.”

The metal lid settles against the snow with a dull crunch. Sam clambers on top first, then awkwardly bends his knees up so I can squeeze between his legs. We teeter on the ridge, the overt off-balance making a small trickle of unease rise in the pit of my stomach.

“...Maybe this isn’t the best idea after alLLLLAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

With one firm push of his hands against the ground, Sam’s pushed us over the edge of the hill. Everything becomes wind and cold, white and blurry flashes as we rush past trees and bushes, white noise coupled with the sharp shrieks of joy mixed with terror that are erupting from my lungs while Sam laughs loudly in my ear.

Our journey ends almost as abruptly as it starts, in a large pile of snow with bent limbs and uncontrolled giggles that are on the brink of turning into hiccups as I struggle to find the proper amount of oxygen.

“I think I-” a snort escapes from my nose- “I think I just sprained everything.”

Sam rolls over onto his back with a low groan. “Why the hell did I let you talk me into that?”

“Hey!” I object with a stabbing point of my finger, “you’re the one who pushed us off the hill.”

He stands with a grunt and brushes the clumps of snow off his coat. “It was worth it to hear you scream like a- OW!”

His hand flies to his neck, and he turns to glare at me accusingly only to quickly duck to the side as I hurl another snowball in his direction.

And tomorrow he's going to be gone, off with his brother and dad hunting something from the darker side of hell, but for now… For now the only thing to fear is the icy cold of a handful of snow being shoved down the back of my shirt as I snatch his hat off his head. His voice cracks slightly as he yells after my retreating figure, and a few short moments later I'm tackled into a pile of snow.

And as he laughs over me, offers me a hand up, helps me brush the snow off my person and slips his beanie onto my head to cover my cold ears… I know. Maybe not for the first time, but with full certainty in this moment.

I'm in love with Sam Winchester.

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Love Never Dies

Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean

Word Count: 3,355

Warnings: angst in the beginning, reader getting seriously injured, sam worrying but times ten, fluffy sam at the end

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“Sam! Hurry your ass up! We’re going to be late!” Dean yelled for his brother. You and Dean were both ready, waiting on your boyfriend to get ready.

“Dean, go easy on him. We had a tiring night and a tiring morning.” You said, blushing a bit. When you and Sam got home, you snuck away and had very tiring sexy with a little extra dose of it this morning. You couldn’t help yourself, that man is as delicious as they came.

“Not my problem, I told you we were going to head out at 7 in the morning. I don’t care what you two do, but be ready by then. That is what I said to you last night and you both just waved me off. The question I’m wondering, is why you’re not tired out and he is. He has a lot more stamina than you do.”

“And you would know how much stamina your brother has?” You asked, an amused smile on your face.

“Yes, I would. I’ve overheard him before with other women. I’ve overheard you with other men. He has a lot more stamina than you do.” Dean said, a smirk on his face. You lost your smile and you rolled your eyes, not denying it. Sam could go on for rounds and as much as you wanted to, your stamina levels were lower than his.

That didn’t mean he never tried to get you there and most of the times, it worked.

Sam jogged into the library with his duffel bag, his hair a little messy.

“Sorry, sorry.” Sam said, glaring at you. You may or may not have teased him a bit before leaving the room this morning.

“Great, let’s go.” Dean said, grabbing his and your bag from the table and walked out to the Impala which was parked outside the garage this time.

“Aw, Sam, you look a little… flustered.” You said, a grin showing itself.

“That is your fault. You think you can just tease me and get away with it?” Sam said in a dark tone. Now that Dean was gone, Sam was able to show off his dominate side that was reserved for the bedroom. You heard Dean honk the horn impatiently and you grinned, backing up to the stairs.

“No, but I’ll fun trying.” You said before you turned around and ran up the stairs. Sam grabbed his bag and booked it after you, taking the steps two at a time. You had such a big head start, by the time that Sam got to the Impala, you were in the backseat.

Sam smiled lightly as he put his bag in the trunk. Despite you teasing him, he loved you very much and didn’t want any other woman on his arm. Sam got in the backseat and Dean took off, putting the Bunker in the rearview mirror.

“Alright, Winchesters, let’s get this over with. I have a warm bed and some Netflix shows waiting for me back at the Bunker.” You said, taking your machete out of the trunk. You were going to kill some vampires. It was a fairly small nest, but it was still a nest.

“What about me?” Sam joked as he grabbed his own machete.

“Alright, you can be there too.” You joked right back.

“Let’s go.” Dean said, closing the trunk and trekking to the house that was filled with 5 or 6 sleeping vampires. You nodded and followed behind both Winchesters, entering the house last. Dean and Sam were too quiet and you wondered how that could be when they were over 200 pounds and over 6 feet tall.

Not even their footsteps were making noise. You, on the other hand, were having trouble not to bump into things as you made your way to them. Dean hissed at you to be quiet and you gave him an apologetic look before trying to be quieter.

Being a hunter wasn’t always easy for you since you were a natural-born klutz. You were always bumping into things, tripping over your own two feet, and knocking things over. You got control over it since you had to either do that or die.

However, this time, you were nervous since vampires always made you nervous. When you were nervous, your nerves were always messing you up. Just like now when you tripped over a board that was slightly raised on the floor.

You gasped as you flew through the air and closing your eyes so you didn’t see the impact, catching yourself at the last minute on the wall. But when you opened your eyes, you forced yourself not to cry out. You were face to face with a sleeping vampire.

You felt hands on your waist and you didn’t dare look back to see who it was. However, judging by the roughness of his hands, you knew it was Sam. Sam pulled you back carefully into his chest, you not daring to breathe until you put at least 50 feet between you and the vampire.

“You okay?” Sam whispered quietly into your ear. You could only nod and he pulled you away from the vampire to find the leader. If the leader was dead, then the rest would run around like chickens with their heads cut off which would make it easier to kill them.

When you thought you were safe and sound, you felt a hand close around your wrist a little too tightly. You screamed as the person who grabbed you pulled you into their body. Your scream woke up the other vampires, ready to fight whoever woke them.

You knew it was a vampire who caught you and if Sam had been holding onto you a little tighter, then maybe, just maybe, he would have been able to prevent this. Sam and Dean immediately got into their fighting stance, fighting off vampires who came at them.

Sam was having trouble fighting the vampires he was, since you weren’t there next to him. He was worried about you and how well you were holding up, that he didn’t even see a vampire coming to claim his neck as a meal.

Thankfully, Dean caught this and swung the machete on his head so quick, the vampire didn’t have time to touch Sam.

“Come on, Sam. Y/N is fine.” Dean said, believing that instead of worrying. He knew how much of a badass you were, despite you being a clumsy person. When the vampire grabbed you, you immediately elbowed him in the gut, getting away from him as soon as possible.

You noticed the other vampires weren’t helping this one to take you down and that’s when you realized you were dealing with the alpha of the group. He wanted to be the one to kill you while the rest dealt with Sam and Dean.

You swung your machete in your hand and rushed at the vampire, ready to fight him. You kicked and punched and you did a good deal of damage on him before he ultimately picked you up and threw you to the ground. You didn’t know why he wasn’t biting you immediately.

Maybe he likes to play with his food first.

As you were down, trying to catch your breath, you saw the glint of your machete away from you and you knew you would need to get it fast. You saw the alpha come into your line of vision and he was upside down. He was coming at you the wrong way.

You knew what to do and as he got closer, you swung your legs up and kicked him in the face. Years and years of doing yoga with Sam paid off since you were very flexible now. The vampire growled out in pain and since you had your breath back, you scrambled to get up to go to your machete.

The vampire was quicker, recovering from your blow easily and got to the machete first. He looked at it and then at you before keeping it at his side. Shit, this was supposed to be your weapon. You didn’t have another one but your eyes did a quick scan of the room, to see what could be an acceptable form of a weapon.

When your eyes landed on the vampire, he was gone. You frowned and looked around, not seeing the vampire anywhere. He wouldn’t just leave after all this and you looked at the door to the room you were in and saw Sam and Dean enter it, wiping their blades off on their jeans.

“You okay? Did you kill the vampire?” Dean asked, not seeing a body anywhere in the room.

“I don’t know, one minute he was in front of me and the next he wasn’t.” You said but you were cut off by a sharp, blinding pain. You screamed out in pain and looked down to see the tip of your machete coming out of your chest. Blood poured out of your mouth as you choked on it, looking up to see Sam and Dean’s horrified faces.

Time seemed to slow down and Dean ran further into the room, killing the vampire since all he could see was red. Sam ran over to you just as you fell to your knees. Blood soaked your shirt and your breathing slowed down dangerously fast.

You coughed up more blood, getting some on Sam as he tried to get you to look at him.

“Shit! She’s losing a lot of blood, Dean!” Sam said, panicked for you. This couldn’t be happening. He couldn’t lose the love of his life.

Dean, after the vampire was dead, rushed to you and grabbed the handle of the machete. He was going to rip it out. You grew tired and you tried closing your eyes but Sam slapped your cheek to get you to stay away.

“No, Dean, that will only make her lose blood faster. Call 911. Y/N, sweetheart, look at me, stay awake for me. You need to stay away. Y/N! Y/N!!” Sam said, fear spiking his body as he saw you close your eyes in attempt to just sleep this off.

Sam’s voice was so far away, and the more you closed your eyes, the better you felt. You fell forward on Sam, his shirt getting soaked in your blood. You couldn’t feel, couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe and you knew that this was the end for you.

“Sam, you need to go home. Take a shower. I’ll stay with her and the minute she wakes up, you know you’ll be the first person I call.” Dean said, worried for his brother. Sam had never left your side, not even now, in the hospital. His eyes were puffy and red from the hours of crying he had done and his voice was raw since he kept screaming into the night before the ambulance came.

You were on the verge of dying when they came and they took you away, Sam staying with you in the ambulance while Dean explained to the police what you, Sam and Dean were doing here and what happened for you to be this way.

Before they came, Sam was comforting you while Dean got rid of the bodies in record time. Dean met Sam at the hospital and Sam hasn’t left your side once. You’ve been emitted for two days now and you still weren’t awake.

Sam was so worried for you. He was going to start crying if he had to think of a life without you. You were hooked up to machines, a tube in your throat to keep you breathing, but other than that, you looked peaceful and that concerned Sam the most.

“Dean, why isn’t she waking up?” Sam asked his older brother, looking at him with new tears beginning to form.

“She will wake up. I promise you’re not going to lose her. Just go back to the Bunker, I’ll stay with her.” Dean said, handing Sam his keys.

“I can’t leave her like this, Dean. I can’t leave her side.” Sam said, even though he took the keys.

“Sam, listen to me. She will most likely be under the whole time you’re gone. You look like a mess. Sorry to say it but it’s true. Go home, take a shower, get changed and then come back. I’ll be with her the whole time.” Dean said, patting his brother’s shoulders.

“Okay, I’ll bring her some clothes too.” In that moment, Dean saw his brother not for the 34-year-old man that he was, but for the 6-year-old child he once was. It hurt Dean to see his brother this way but it had to be done.

“That’s fine. Just go.” Dean said. Sam nodded and looked at you before reluctantly leaving the room. Dean sighed and he sat back on the chair, rubbing a hand over his face. Dean shifted in his seat to feel something small and hard against his ass.

He sighed and got up, seeing Sam’s jacket on the chair. He grabbed it and looked through the pockets to see what was in it that was poking him. He pulled out a ring box, so smooth and velvety. He opened it up to see a very beautiful ring with a sparkling diamond on top. He closed it and put it back where he found it with a sigh.

“You better wake up, Y/N. You wake up for Sam, you hear me. Do not leave him and do not leave me. We need you here.” Dean said to you as if you were sitting up and listening to him. The thing was, you definitely could hear him and you were trying to respond but it was like your body wasn’t letting you.

‘I’m here, Dean, I can hear you.’ You tried to say to him but nothing was happening. Before you knew it, you were slipped back into the darkness.

The first time you opened your eyes, you were blinded by the white lights of the hospital ceiling. You felt sore, bruised over every part of you. But you felt pain in your chest where you had been stabbed. You thought you died, it sure felt like it.

You rolled your head to the side and saw Sam there with his head on your bed, sleeping since he got none. You were stiff and your body refused to move from where it lay. You moved your hand and felt it very heavy. But you tried, knowing you wanted Sam awake.

Your throat was dry and you needed water. You raised your hand and placed it on his head, running your fingers through his soft hair. At the first touch from you, he shot awake, eyes brimmed with tears as he looked at you.

“Y/N! You’re awake!” Sam said, relief flooding his face. Thank God you were awake, he didn’t know what he would do if you hadn’t woken up. You whimpered a bit and pointed to your throat, indicating what you wanted.

“You want water? I’ll get you some.” Sam said, standing up and rushing out of the room. You felt tired and you laid on the bed, limp. Sam came back with water, Dean and a nurse to check you over. Dean looked the same way as Sam did when you woke him up.

Sam gave the cup to the nurse and she helped you drink it. You drank the whole think, asking for more. Your voice was scratchy and you needed more water.

“First, I need to do a few tests and then I’ll get you more water.” She said, checking your vitals one by one.

“I’ll get it.” Sam offered, rushing out of the room before the nurse could answer him.

“Is he your boyfriend?” The nurse asked. You smiled lightly and nodded, feeling slight pain from your neck. She finished with her check-up and looked at Dean who was watching you.

“I’ll get the doctor. Despite what happened, she’s doing well.” Dean thanked her as she left, just in time since Sam came in. He was the one that was helping you drink the water and you drank it all.

“I’m going to go get something to eat. Y/N, you hungry? You want anything?” Dean said. You smiled and nodded, feeling your throat still sore. You didn’t want to talk and he understood that. “Alright, glad to have you back to the land of the living.”

Dean left the room and you looked at Sam, tears in his eyes.

“Sam, don’t cry.” You whispered, your throat still dry despite you drinking two cups of water.

“Sh, don’t talk. I’m just glad you’re alright.” He whispered back, sitting close to your bed.

“I love you.” You said, your voice cracking only a bit. Sam let out a breath before nodding. He grabbed your hand that wasn’t hooked up to a machine and kissed it.

“I love you so much. God, I was so scared. You’ve been under for three days. I couldn’t face the fact that I might be going home alone. I couldn’t do it. God, I’m glad you’re awake.” Sam said, letting tears fall. You reached up and wiped them away, smiling at him.

“I’m a Winchester, I don’t go down easily. I’m here, Sam.” You said, clearing your throat afterwards. You weren’t officially a Winchester since you weren’t their sister or married to Sam, but you felt like you were.

You and Sam been dating for three years but he never proposed. There was always something in the way, always something preventing you to be happy. So, he always waited. He’s had the ring for one year, trying to ask you at the right time but it never came.

However, he decided fuck it. It was now or never.

“About that… Look, Y/N, I love you so much and I know you know that. But, what happened to you, made me realize how fragile human life is and I don’t want to walk out of this hospital as a single man. From this day forward, we make our own happiness. I won’t take anything for granted. I’ve had this for a while and the timing never felt right but it does now,” Sam said, taking out the ring he’s kept. You got tears but let him finish. “Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me and make me the happiest man on Earth?”

Sam opened the box and a beautiful ring was on display. You smiled and let your tars fall, nodding.

“Yes, you big dork.” You said through the tears. Sam smiled and wiped your tears away before grabbing your left hand carefully and sliding the ring on your finger. He leaned forward and kissed you deeply, careful not to hurt you.

You were so happy in this moment, nothing could ruin it. But then reality struck and the door opened. You and Sam pulled away to greet the doctor who smiled at you. Dean walked into the room and closed the door, eating the sandwich he bought for himself.

“Y/N Y/L/N, wow, you’re a miracle case.” The doctor said with a chuckle.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“The blade slipped right between your lungs and heart. Nothing was pierced. You’re very lucky to be alive. You must have an Angel watching over you.” He said with a smile. You thought to Castiel and wondered if he had anything to do with it.

“That’s good news, doc.” Sam said, his hand not leaving your right one.

“I do have a list of pain medication you need to take but then you can go home. No exercise or harsh movements for 5 weeks, okay? Get a lot of sleep and relax. We don’t want those stitches opening up. I’ll get the paperwork for you.” The doctor said with a smile before leaving.

You smiled and looked at Sam with nothing but love in your eyes. Dean handed you your food and it was the first time he saw the ring. He smiled widely, looking between his brother and you.

It was about damn time.

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😭😭😭👏👏👏 Heartwrenching.

Can’t Stop Drinking About You

Inspired by the song Can’t Stop Drinking About You by Bebe Rexha.

Summary: Someone from Sam’s past clouds his future with the reader.

Word Count: 5165

Warnings: Angst. Drinking. Sad Sammy.

My first go at a Sam-fic. Also, not sure this is angsty enough to be considered angst but … Oh, just read it. Enjoy ;)

Tags: @kbrand0, @samwessonsmith, @justomoye … That’s all I see in my messenger asking to be tagged, so apologies if I missed you! 

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‘Jess.’

To be honest, you’d heard the man say her name in his sleep more often than you cared to remember. But never once had he said it while in the throes of passion with you.

Until now.

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Avenging Angel: Part 40

Summary: You’ve spent the last five years on a dangerous mission to solve the crime that wrongly imprisoned your father. When the Winchesters find you half-frozen on the side of a mountain, they make it their own mission to save your life and make sure you stay alive. But after five years of uncovering horribly dark secrets, you’ve learned not to trust anyone. Especially people who seem like they have good intentions.

Word Count: 1454

Warnings: Just some feelings

A/N: I think there’s actually an end in sight for this series! I have a few more chapters planned and an epilogue (of course it might take me another year to write them) but still! 44 chapters is a fucking lot. This series is nearly at 70,000 words as it is. That’s almost how long the first Harry Potter book is.

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“Okay, sorry, what?”

“Why is that so difficult to believe?” Braxton asked, watching your reaction with a secret smile toying with the corner of his lips.

“You… I just… You’re trying to tell me that you’re a rich, trust fund baby and you’ve never gotten high before? Isn’t that, like, a right of passage for snobbish people like you? You have to act out because you’ve never had to have any responsibility? So you get high and crash a Bugatti or something? Then your dad waves a stack of money and you don’t even get booked? The police just pat you on the back and tell you to behave.”

He leaned forward, trying to act offended. “You think I’m snobbish?”

Matching his posture, you raised an eyebrow in challenge. “So what if I do?”

The staring contest lasted a moment longer. Just before you were about to lose, you closed the rest of the distance and pecked him on the lips.

“C’mon. Let’s go find something to get you high. I can’t believe you’re thirty years old and you’ve never gotten high before. It’s tragic.”

“You don’t really strike me as the druggie type. More like the hacky type.”

“I was in an improv class in college too,” you mentioned, flashing him a grin as you pulled him out of his chair and led him out of the beach cottage in search of drugs. It was Bali. There had to be something somewhere, right? “And I am a hacky person. I have layers. Like an onion. I know my way around the dark web, and there’s a reason it’s not dot-com on the dark web. It’s dot-onion.”

“That sounds fake.”

“Google it, genius. It’s real.”

Okay. So getting high with Braxton in Bali wasn’t really serving a means to an end. It wasn’t like this was going to help you get your father out of prison. But you were actually enjoying this vacation with him. It felt like, for the first time since you’d met him, neither of you were fishing for information. You were just… normal. He was just your boyfriend. You were just his girlfriend. He wasn’t a mark. There was no agenda.

It was nice.

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*****

You weren’t the last person to have stepped foot in your father’s lab. It was obvious that someone else had come through, looking for something. Probably George’s people. Or Victoria’s. Or Braxton’s. They hadn’t found what they were looking for, though. Anything of value was locked away in your storage locker.

Still though, even as ransacked as the place was, it was achingly familiar.

Memories of make-believe danced around on the floor. Late nights when your father got so caught up in his research that he forgot to enforce your bedtime floated from wall to wall. This used to be your happy place. Your Land of Hollen. A place for you and your father only.

But he was dead now. And Hollen had been invaded.

“What did you find?” You asked, striding towards where Dean was crouched on the floor. It was best not to dwell on what could have beens and memories that would never happen.

“You said three feet in, six feet left, two feet down, right? Then your dad said to switch the numbers. Well, six feet in, three feet left, and two feet down, I found this.” He handed over a lockbox and reached back into the hole he’d dug. When he brought his hand out, it held three vials of liquid “And these.”

“What are they?” Sam asked, coming up beside you and placing his hand on your back for support.

This wasn’t your Hollen anymore. The only man who could answer that question right away was dead. And the person who killed him was most likely on her way here right now. So you handed the lock box to Sam and started whirling around the lab, grabbing various paraphernalia. “We’ll figure it out a few hundred miles from here. Dean, can you grab that bag over there? I need to put some of this equipment in it if we’re going to figure out what’s in the vials. We have to test them.”

Your father had died protecting this secret. His last words led you to these items. You could mourn later. But for now? Dean was right. You needed to finish what he had started.

So you ordered the Winchesters around until you had everything you thought you needed, then they led the way back to the Impala. Before you left the lab, you took one last look at the sacred space. It was as if you could see the ghost of your father standing at his table, bent over a microscope. There was a wisp of a young Y/N sitting at his feet, playing with some old wires that Kemuny had deemed probably not prone to electrocution, and definitely an acceptable toy for a small child.

“Thank you,” you whispered into the space. “And best of luck to the inhabitants of Hollen.”

It was the last time you would recite your standard parting remarks. Somehow, you knew that you would never again lay eyes upon your Land of Hollen again. This would be the last time you ever came home. The only reason you’d kept up on the payments to keep the house from foreclosing was your hope that one day you and your father would once again live there together.

You never imagined it would all end like this.

“You okay?” Sam asked, eyebrows drawing together in concern when you joined them at the Impala.

You just shook your head, dumped your armload of equipment into the backseat, and climbed over Sam so you sat between the brothers in the front seat. “Let’s get out of here.”

For the first hour, there was silence between you three. The ever present classic rock crooned softly in the background, but you were content to stay safe under Sam’s arm with Dean’s hand squeezing your fingers comfortingly every so often.

After an hour, Dean cleared his throat. “You know, that stuff wasn’t the only thing I found.”

“What?”

“Look in the backseat on top of the hot plate thing.”

After eyeing him curiously for a moment, you twisted around and saw a plain black binder lying atop the mound of scientific crap. It was bursting with pages of… whatever it had inside. You grabbed it and sat back down. “What is this?”

“Look inside.”

Slowly, you opened the front cover to reveal a simple white paper with your name written in marker in your father’s handwriting.

Y/N Entropy Y/L/N

There are only two lasting bequests we can hope to give our children. One is roots, the other, wings. ~Hodding Carter

Already, you were holding back tears. Sam’s arm wrapped around you again, giving you the strength to turn the page. Inside a plastic sleeve was an ultrasound.

June 24 – Victoria and I are expecting. The doctor told us it is a girl. You’re going to be the most precious baby ever, Y/N. We’ve already picked out your name. I wanted Entropy to be your first name, but Victoria threatened to dump water into my solution I’ve been working on for three months. You should probably thank her for that. Either way, you’re going to be quite the pistol. With parents like us, who wouldn’t be?

A picture of your nursery followed, along with another handwritten note from your father explaining how they chose the decorations. It was no surprise that the walls were adorned with beakers and colorful pictures of solutions, a rainbow of vials, and all other kinds of science décor. You supposed there was never any hope that you would turn out as anything other than a geek.

Picture after picture of the day of your birth, the first month of your life, all of the landmarks of growing up. The first step. First tooth. First word. Carefully documented by your father with the precision of a scientist. Each and every drawing you brought home from school. Handwritten documentation of the new tales that emerged from the Land of Hollen. The ribbon for winning the spelling bee in eighth grade. Your acceptance letter from MIT.

“He loved you, Y/N,” Dean whispered after half an hour of you poring over the scrapbook. “He was so fucking proud of you.”

Tears streaked down your cheeks without abandon. “I loved him too. Still do.”

Sam pulled you closer, kissing the side of your head. “And now you’ll always have a piece of him.”

Quickly, you shook your head. Sam was wrong. “No. I’ll always have all of him with me.” You tapped your chest, just above your heart. “Right here.”

Part 41 of Avenging Angel

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Ride em Cowboy

Pairing: Dean-o Winchester x Reader

Summary: You and dean get acquainted.

Word Count: 526

Warnings: Language, Dean taking care of someone, excessive use of sweetheart

Part 3 of Unnatural and Unfaithful

 Looking over, I study the man who is still sitting on the ground to my left- now cradling his elbow as if hit. He looked like a hermit, albeit a handsome hermit. Stubble coated a defined jaw, going up the sides of his face to meet a head of sandy hair. Based on his proportions, I’d say he was at least 6 feet tall, weighing 200 pounds- of pure muscle from what it looked like.

“Well, hey there cowboy”.

 Regaining his composure, the green eyed man slowly rose to his feet, awkwardly using his one good arm for balance. His eyes never left mine, making me realize that the level of caution and alertness he was now displaying could have only come from a soldier; or someone who was trained as one.

I stood, unabashed by my nakedness- I was more concerned with the whereabouts of my knife. I shakily made my way off of the table, wincing as weight was put on my legs. He watched me warily, his uninjured arm slowly reaching around to the waistband of the back of his pants, under his leather jacket.

“Don’t bother with the gun, cowboy. You’ve already disarmed and disrobed me, where else could I be hiding a weapon?”

He grunted at that. My inner wise-ass rolled her eyes. Fucking Neanderthal.

 “I know you can speak; don’t go all Me Tarzan, You Jane on me.”

 “Fuckin’ startle me like that, comin’ back after acting like a vegetable, and then you give me cheek?” His mouth set in a tight line, he stalks towards me. Chin up, I grow my roots and plant myself in place. I jerk back as he grabs my arm, roughly pulling it.

 “Calm down, sweetheart. Got a nasty cut up here.”

 “I’ll show you a nasty cut.” I mutter to myself, calculating the odds of me overtaking him and getting out of here on my gimp legs. I sigh as I realize that contrary to what the white lady sad, the odds are not ever in my favor.

Dean’s POV

 As I examine the gash extending across her bicep, my mind wanders from the task at hand- I’m aching to know more about the little spitfire that tried to outrun a tornado with a bowie strapped to her thigh. That knife makes saliva pool in my mouth; it could give all the ones at the bunker a run for their money. She could too, looking more delicious than Jody’s apple pie. With sultry features and a quick wit, she reminded me of someone I used to know.

Bracing my hip against the table, I pull her closer and bend her neck, needing to see the goose egg that was almost fully formed. She stiffened, and I grimaced.

 “Sorry, sweetheart, I need to check you out,” I tell her. “Listen. I could have hurt you-or worse- while you were out. For now, just trust me to take care of you. When I’m done, we’ll talk about why in the hell you need a knife that big- and why you were in the woods alone in a storm this fuckin’ big.”

 Your POV

Ah, shit.

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[hunterpuff]

Need You Now

Characters: SamxReader

Summary: Sometimes, no matter how much you vow to stay away, you find yourself coming back. Based on the song “Need You Now” by Lady Antebellum

Word Count: 722

Warnings: Angst, implied heavy drinking

A/N: I have two challenges and a request to write, but this has been loud in my head for a few days and won't let me do anything else until I get it into written word.

You sat on the floor of your motel room, every picture you had taken to document the past five years of your life scattered all over the place. One of you, Sam, and Dean gathered around Bobby’s kitchen table celebrating your birthday. One of you and Sam when you talked the boys into stopping at the Grand Canyon after a hunt. One you still didn't know who had snapped, but it showed you with your head laying on top of Sam’s lap, his arms wrapped, and your feet propped up on Dean as all three of you napped on the couch.

It had been three months, now, since everything had fallen apart. A hunt had gone horribly wrong. Mistakes had been made, mostly on your own part, and Sam had almost died. Dean had blamed you, accused you of being distracted and not having your head in the game, but not as much as you had blamed yourself. He hasn't been wrong, either. You had been distracted, your heart not in it the way it should have been. You'd been feeling thy way for awhile and you didn't know how to fix it. You were growing tired of the life, craving a way out. That one mistake seemed to be it. Things were said that night that shouldn't have been, by both yourself and Dean, and it had culminated in you throwing everything you owned into a bag and running out of the bunker; trying to ignore the sight of Sam standing there watching you and looking broken.

You shook your head to try and clear it as you grabbed the half empty bottle of whiskey from the floor beside you and took another large swig of it. This is what your life had become. You were still in the same dirty motel room you had run to that night, the closest one for miles. The days you spent curled up in a cocoon of blankets, sleeping your life away. The nights you spent with a bottle of alcohol in your hand, staring at the door almost as if you were willing the boys to have found you and come sweeping in to take you home. You knew the likelihood of that happening was slim to none, if it was going to happen it would have bu now. You wondered, sometimes, if they ever even thought of you anymore; if you ever so much as crossed their mind. It happened all the time for you, your thoughts were never far from them.

Never in your life had you felt quite so pathetic as you did right now. You were drunk, wallowing in your own self pity, and seriously considering doing something you had swore to yourself that you would never do. When you had walked out, you promised yourself that you were done. You weren't going to call, you weren't going to go back, you were just going to fade away into your own life. A life that didn't consist of demons and angels and witches and monsters. One that you could just be a normal person in.

But, instead, you found yourself fading out of existence entirely. As much as you hated to admit it, you missed your old life. You missed the thrill, the adrenaline rush, the feeling that you were making a difference in the world, no matter how small it actually was. Now it was as if your life had no meaning or purpose. No reason to keep soldiering on. Most of all you missed your boys, all three of them, but Sam especiall. You felt empty and alone without them. Without them in your life, you really didn't care what happened to you. You could lay in this room and rot away and it wouldn't make any difference to you. Those three men who had become your family were your reason for being.

From your spot on the floor, you looked up at the clock on the bedside table. 1:15 AM. Taking another shot of the whiskey, you sighed to yourself as you reached for the phone because you just couldn't take it anymore. Dialing the familiar number, you let out a strangled sob when you heard that comfortingly familiar voice on the other end of the line. “Sam? I need you…”

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[the-awkward-writer]

Look Into My Eyes

Pairings: Dean x sister!Reader, Sam x sister!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Angst, jealousy, drinking, swearing, kind of stalking (you’ll see), death of a major character

A/N: This is my entry for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing’s Danish Artists Challenge! This one was very different for me; it’s written in third person, and it’s a Winchesters x sister!Reader, which is something I haven’t really done before. However, I really enjoyed writing it, and I hope you enjoy it too! The fic was inspired by the song. I chose not to put the lyrics in because I felt that it didn’t really work well.

Prompt: Look Into My Eyes: Outlandish

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Dean found out that he had a little sister when he was 32. Dad was gone and Dean had finally brought himself to read the last few pages of his journal.

Once he read those words, he sprinted off to find Sammy at the library, shoving the leather-bound book in his face. “Look at what I just found,” Dean said to his younger brother.

Sam’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he took the notebook from Dean’s hands. His eyes scanned over the words, realization crossing his face as he read.

The case they were supposed to be working on was set on the back burner for a moment.

“We have a little sister,” Sam said in disbelief. His head turned towards Dean, his eyes as wide as saucers.

“Looks like you’re a big brother, Sammy,” Dean said, ruffling the younger man’s hair.

“It’s Sam,” he grumbled, fixing his hair. “We are going to find her, right?”

Dean sits down across from his brother, “Hell yeah we are.”

Sam smiles at his brother and Dean smiles back.

They were going to find their baby sister.

It took days and days of digging through records and scouring the internet, but they did it. They found their little sister.

She was tucked away in a small corner town in upstate Maine.

“You ready to go to the Pine Tree State?” Dean asked Sam as he read the article over his shoulder.

There, in bold print, was evidence that you were alive and kicking: “Y/N Winchester takes the college life by storm, breaking records for amount of scholarship money earned.”

“I don’t know where you guys get your brains from, I swear,” Dean grumbles as he cleans up the mess they made at the library table.

“God I hope she doesn’t think we’re lying,” Sam said the next day.

He and Dean had set out a few hours earlier, hoping to miss most of the traffic by leaving in the early morning hours.

“Which is why we can’t tell her what we do,” Dean said. His hands were gripping Baby’s steering wheel tightly, “She’ll think we’re bat shit crazy. We need her to know that we’re not crazy.”

Sam nodded, “FBI?”

Dean contemplated it for moment, “Yeah. Dad was a marine and we’re FBI.”

The brothers fell into a comfortable silence. Sam’s head was turned to his right as he watched the sun rise and the scenery pass by.

Dean’s gaze was focused on the road, the yellow, white, and black, staring right back at him.

They traveled north from their case in South Carolina towards Maine.

Dean insisted on pushing through. It didn’t matter how many times he had to stop for coffee or energy drinks. He was going to get to Maine as fast as he could.

Sam slept in the passenger seat of Baby. His legs were curled uncomfortably and his neck was resting against the window, making it ache painfully, but he didn’t want to stop either.

His little sister was only a few states away and he couldn’t wait to see her.

It was a twenty hour drive in total, but Dean made it in seventeen.

Welcome to Castine, Maine! The giant green sign read.

Dean breathed a sigh of relief. He was worn and tired. He smelled like gas station, and all he wanted to do was shower, nap, and find his sister.

He easily found a motel; there was one right off of the highway leading into the town.

“Sammy,” Dean nudged Sam’s shoulder. “Sammy, we’re here.”

Sam’s eyes flutter open, “How long was I out?” Sam asked.

“Since Maryland,” Dean chuckled, throwing the door open and climbing out.

“I need a shower and a couple of hours,” Dean said groggily, stumbling to the faded red motel door.

Sam sighed. He was so close to meeting his sister, but he knew that his brother was no good to anyone dead beat tired.

Sam sat on the thin mattress while he waited for his brother in the shower. While he waited for his turn in the shower, Sam found himself lost in thought.

He wondered what she was like. Was she obsessed with Harry Potter and other fandoms the same way that Sam was? Was she crazy about pie and classic rock like Dean? Did she have a crazy amount of dedication that John had, and Sam and Dean never possessed? Did she enjoy school? Or did it come naturally? Did she want to get out of this small town? What did she want to do when she got out of high school?

Wondering and contemplating all of these questions made Sam come to a single conclusion.

Little did Sam know, Dean was in a similar situation.

Dean’s brain was on autopilot. He scrubbed his hair and washed his body with robotic movements. As his subconscious took over his actions, his brain started to wander.

What was her childhood like? John hadn’t raised her, meaning that she wasn’t a hunter. Dean thought she was in a similar situation to Adam. Did John stop by every month and take her somewhere? Did John shower her with attention while his eldest sons were in some run down motel room in the middle of some random state?

His sister wasn’t born into this. She wasn’t apart of the life. She was a good kid. Straight A’s, class president, captain of the soccer, basketball, and lacrosse teams. She deserved better than what a hunting life could offer her.

And that’s exactly what Sam and Dean were doing. They were going to drag her into the life and she won’t ever be able to get back out.

She deserved that apple pie life. A husband, kids, a dog and a white picket fence.

Dean would never forgive himself if his baby sister were killed on a hunt, never getting to live up to her full potential.

Dean finished up in the shower, drying off and throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a clean flannel. Dean didn’t want to disappoint his brother. It was the last thing that he ever dreamed of doing, but he knew that his little sister could not, under any circumstances be brought into the life.

He stumbled into bed, falling asleep quickly while Sam got a shower of his own.

Sam didn’t know how he was going to tell Dean, but there was no way that his sister was going to step foot into that Impala.

Dean took a good four hour nap while Sam surfed the internet, trying to dig up anything he could about Y/N.

He didn’t find much that he didn’t already know. She was a great student, loved by others. She was going somewhere in life.

It was around three when Sam and Dean climbed into Baby and set off in the direction of her high school.

It was a short drive. Ten minutes at the most. Neither of the brothers talked. They just stared out of the windshield, unknowingly submersed in the same thoughts.

As Dean swung into a parking space at her high school, Sam spoke, “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Sam asked, looking over at Dean.

“We can’t do this,” Dean whispered. His eyes were glued to the large gray building.

Sam shook his head, “We can’t do this to her.”

Dean sighed and placed his forehead on the wheel. “I’d never forgive myself if we did.”

“So we just drove to Maine for nothing?”

Dean sighed again, “Well I heard they have some pretty decent pies around here, whaddaya say we go check it out?”

Sam nodded, his heart sinking as Dean got further and further away from the school.

Sam and Dean found themselves in Maine at least twice a year. When Y/N was accepted into Stanford, just like Sam was, they found themselves in California instead.

Sometimes, if they were on a case nearby, Dean would drive to Y/N’s small house and sit outside. He didn’t mean to be creepy or stalker-ish. He just wanted to make sure she was safe. While he sat out there, he often times found himself deep in thought.

Dean thought about a lot of things. A simple thought could end up an entire train, circling his brain, gathering new ideas and musings.

The one thing that Dean thought of the most, and he hated himself for it, was how fucking lucky his sister was.

She was born to a hunter. John Winchester, a legendary hunter. But, she wasn’t born into the life, much like Dean. John didn’t drag her into the life. John kept her separate. John let her live her life and do what she always wanted to. Yet he didn’t do that for his boys. He dragged them everywhere. He took them from dingy motel to dingy motel. Dean was forced to look after Sammy. Dean gave up so much for his little brother. He steal and beg for money and gifts. He gave everything for Sammy and John, and got nothing in return.

When Dean found himself breathing heavy, his anger rising, he told himself to reign it in; he had no reason to hate Y/N. It wasn’t her fault. She had no control over the life that she was given, and neither did Dean.

Dean would always feel guilty for the things he thought of when parked outside of her house, but as he pulled away from the curb, he would remind himself of one thing: He fought these monsters every day of his godforsaken life just so normal people like Y/N could live that apple pie life that they always dreamed of.

Sam and Dean were hunters. They were destined for death, not greatness. They were on a one way street. There were no outs, no exits, no left turns. There was only forward, one day more is one step farther down that short road of life. Whenever that short hunter life threw him a curve ball and made him want to give up, Dean thought of her. She was what kept him going.

And as he lay on the ground, Sam above him telling Dean to keep breathing, Dean thought of her. She was safe because Dean kept fighting. Sam was safe because he kept fighting. He only hoped they stayed safe when he was gone.

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[angelblade67]

Envy | Seven Deadly Sins Series [Part 2]

Dean x Reader / Sam x Reader

This will be a 7 part series with each part related to one of the “seven deadly sins”  Part One

A/N: Thanks again for welcoming me back with such love! You babes are the best!

Summary: Before you get a chance to tell Sam what happened with you and Dean, Sam tells you a secret of his own.. Dean isn’t too happy about this.

Warning: Jealous Dean ← we all love a little jelly Dean every now and then. Fluffy Sam & Fluffy Dean ← do we need a warning for this? Angst. A little bit of angry Dean.

2,000+ words

You lay there, your body limp, the feeling of electricity still flowing through you as Dean collapses next to you and pulls the blankets over both of your bodies. Nothing is said for a few minutes. Both of you just enjoying each other’s presence, trying to collect yourselves

Dean finally turns over to face you, you turn to face him. He places his hand under your chin and kisses you, much more softly than before “that was” he kisses you again “amazing.”

You smile “yeah it was” you agreed and turned back on your back. “What do we tell Sam?” you asked.

***

It’s only been, not even a full, 2 days since you and Dean caved into your desires and you’ve been feeling like maybe Dean might not feel the same anymore. He hasn’t spoken to you since the two of you took a shower, after your activities together, and then headed back to the motel room Dean and Sam were sharing to continue with the case.

Now that you’ve ganked that demon bitch who was collecting her soul's way before their times were up, y’all are getting ready and packed to head back to the bunker. But Dean has been avoiding being alone with you since that night.

“Hey Dean” you shout from the backseat passenger side window “You got a second?” you ask, looking around to be sure Sam wasn’t outside too. He’s not, he’s still inside probably collecting up all his hair products. You swear the boy has nicer hair than you.

Dean begins walking across the parking lot, his bowlegs in those tight jeans giving you all sorts of dangerous thoughts. You’ve always thought Dean was sexy in his suits but there’s something about a man in jeans and a simple black t-shirt, his biceps, the way his shirt perfectly hugs those muscles on his back, this man could do some real damage to a girl’s heart.

He leans over into the half open window, his face just inches from yours, you’re sure the view looks just as good from the other side “Yeah?” Dean asked.

“Don’t you think we should talk about what happened?” you suggest, hoping he doesn’t come up with yet another excuse to change the subject or leave like he’s been doing these past few days.

Dean looks back towards his and Sam’s room and can see, through the window, that Sam is still not done with his salad and his clothes are still laid out on the bed waiting to be packed. He signals for you to scoot over and he opens the door, hopping into the backseat with you.

His face tensed up a little before he turned to look at you “What about it?” he asked. Almost like he’d already forgot about what happened between you two.

Your face tenses slightly in anger “What do you mean? What about it?” you turn to face him, he’s now looking straight ahead through the front windshield “Was it that bad that you forgot already?” you’re voice is small and shy again, much like it was when you first admitted you’d thought about him and you could feel the puddle of tears forming in your eyes.

It was like he could feel your disappointment because Dean instantly turned toward you “Sweetheart, it wasn’t bad at all. I didn’t forget” he says apologetically. He cupped your face, wiping the few tears that broke free and rolled down your cheeks, with his thumbs “Hey, hey don’t cry” Dean pulls you into a hug “I promise you, I didn’t forget about it.” he reassures you “I don’t think I could forget that night even if I wanted to” he admits “it’s too special to me.”

You pull away from Dean as he cups your face once again, being sure to dry the rest of your tears away “I haven’t been able to talk to you alone because all I can think about it is us” he paused, a blush creeping up his neck “together, like we were.”

“You’re not just saying that because I’m crying?” you asked with a small chuckle at the end.

“No.” he answered, his eyes narrowing as he looked into yours “No Y/N, I truly mean it.” he chuckled.

Dean’s hands were still cupping your face, his thumbs caressing your cheeks. You both lean into each other. His breathe and your breathe mixing together as his lips ghosted over yours for just a moment before softly pressing into your lips.

His hands moving from your face to tangle in your hair as you practically push your body into his, making his back lean against the door, his head to rest against the half open window. The kiss intensifying, as Dean’s tongue ran across your lower lip, begging for entrance.

You grant him access as your tongues danced around each others until Dean gently nipped at your bottom lip, extracting a soft moan from you. It’s as if you two were melting together, you couldn’t seem to pull yourself away from him. You want more.

“Y/n” Dean’s words are eaten up as you continue to kiss him. You're almost on top of him at this point. One of his hands runs down your arm, over your waist until reaching behind you, grabbing and squeezing your ass through your tight, dark denim jeans, making your moan again, this time letting Dean be the one to eat up your sounds.

All of a sudden you hear a door open and you two jumped away from each other as fast as you could. Your body still extracting heat as your heart rate tries to slow back down and you try to gain some control over your breathing.

You both look over toward the motel and see Sam fiddling with the keys after shutting to door.

“Do you think he saw us?” you asked Dean.

“I don’t know” Dean opened up the back door “stay here a second.”

You nod as he walks away, toward Sam.

It’s hard to make out what they’re saying but guessing by the huge laugh you do hear from Sammy, you’re guess he didn’t catch yours and Dean’s little backseat makeout session.

***

The car ride back to the bunker was the usual. Sam and you played Words With Friends on your phones while Dean kept his favorite tunes blasting on the radio. Knowing that this all might change when Sam finds out about you and Dean kind of makes you feel a bit sad, but also like you needed to savor this time even more.

Even though, until recently, it’s been awhile since you’ve seen the boys face to face you and Sam have kept in touch this whole time. He’s been your rock through most of your breakups and even though it was mostly just text messages and emails, you knew he’d always have your back.

How’s he is gonna handle you, his friend since grade school, dating his older brother? You’re more worried about how it might change your relationship with Sam than him actually being mad or upset about it.

“Okay guys” Dean pulls into a gas station “Anyone need anything? Y/N bathroom?” Dean asks.

“You always ask me if I need to use the bathroom every time we stop” you laugh “Do I really use the bathroom that much on the road?” you asked.

Both boys turned around to look at you “YES” they both said simultaneously.

“Well jokes on you! I don’t need to use the bathroom” you assert and turn your attention back to your phone.

“You?” Dean asked Sam.

“No man, I’m okay” he answers.

Dean steps out the car and you couldn’t help but turn your attention to him as he walks to the front door of the station. It’s a little dark out now but the reflection of the moonlight off the large muscles on his arms weren’t nearly enough to satisfy your cravings.

“Y/n” you hear Sam’s voice and it brings you crashing back.

You quickly turn to face forward, trying to act like you weren’t just imagining Dean’s hands on all over you, the weight of him on tops of you.

“Yes?” you look at Sam, the moonlight shining in through the windows, reflecting off of Sam’s long dark locks.

“Can I ask you something?” Sam almost completely turned his body around so that he was facing you, resting his one arm on the top of the seat behind him.

You instinctively scoot up the backseat and rest your arms on the back of the front bucket seat “Sure Sammy.”

Sam let out a very soft chuckle “You’re the only one that can call me that, you know?” he smiles at you, brushing back the little hairs that have fallen in front of his face “I really need to get this off my chest and you’re always spending your time with Dean, or alone, and I’m not sure when I’ll get another moment like this to tell you…” he starts to trail off a bit.

“Tell me what?” you lean into the back of the front seat a little more, the leather sticking to your arms as you press into it.

Suddenly you feel Sam’s lips pressed into yours. His hand reaching into the back to pull you closer to him as you give in and beginning kissing him back. Sam was a little more needy than you imagined. The wall of leather between you two keeping your bodies from each other.

Your tongues moving together, he taste like peppermint, no whiskey like with Dean. What are you even doing right now?

“Sam” you pull away from him and try to catch your breathe.

You look over and see Dean frozen outside, staring at the both of you. You’re not sure how much he saw but you could tell he was angry.

“I’m sorry” Sam apologized “I shouldn’t have-” but you put your hand up to cut him off “No Sam, you shouldn’t have.” you see a look of disappointment wash over Sam’s face.

The car door opens and Dean slides into the driver’s side as you scoot back in your seat and turn your attention about to your phone. You can see the back of Dean’s neck turning red as his knuckles turned white while gripping the steering wheel.

Silence.

***

The next 2 hours of the car ride was completely silence. No music, no talking.

Dean pulls into the garage of the bunker and Sammy is quick to get out the car but not before turning around “Hey Y/n, I need to get cleaned up and unpacked but we can talk about that” he paused and looked over at his older brother “thing, later” he finished.

Sam went to the trunk to grab his bag and computer and headed into the bunker.

Dean doesn’t move. You don’t move.

His neck is starting to turn red again and you can hear him breathing sharply through his nose.

“Dean I-” but Dean opens the door and then slams it, making you jump.

You quickly get out of the car and follow Dean to the truck “Can I explain to you what happened?” you begged him.

He snapped his body around to face you. His lips tight and his ear red “Explain what?” he threw his hands up “I can’t compete with him Y/n” he yells.

“What are you talking about Dean?”

“I know about the texting, the emails. How do you think I know all those things about you. Your favorite ice cream flavor, the name of your old cat?” he shook him head back and forth “Sam told me these things. He’s the one that knows you.” Dean’s eyes narrowed “You kissed him Y/n” he accused you.

“No Dean!” you grab his arm to try and stop him from walking away “No! He kissed me” you insisted.

“I didn’t see you trying to stop him” he yells back, opening the truck and grabbing his bag and throwing it over his shoulder.

“I did” you claim “I did stop him Dean”

“Not soon enough” he grabs your bag and drops it on the ground before slamming the truck shut.

Dean starts to walk away “Are you mad at me or jealous of Sam?” you shout at him.

He throws him bag on the hard concrete and turns around, in 4 large strides his face to face with you “Excuse me,” his eyes are narrow, his jaw tight “what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“You’re not mad at me Dean, you’re jealous.” now your eyes are narrowed “you’re jealous that Sam has been apart of my life this whole time.”

Dean lets out a dark chuckle “Maybe I am a little jealous. Maybe I envy what you and Sam share.” he admits “but I wonder how envious Sam will be of me when he finds out I got it first” Dean’s grin is almost as dark as his laugh as he scans your body “I think I should just go tell him right now” he begins to turn away but you grab his arm.

“You wouldn’t do that to him” your eyes pleading Dean to calm down.

“Watch me” Dean yanks his arm free from your grasp and heads towards the door to the bunker.