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[maribricklove]

Trapped Under Ice – Part eight

Pairing: Sam x Reader, Dean x Platonic!Reader, John Winchester (mentioned),

Summary: Imagine being an old hunting friend of Sam’s (and something more) from before he went to college that he thought was dead, and while coincidentally working on the same case you were, you run into each other again. Astonished to see you after almost twenty years, Sam tries to figure out how you survived, but you don’t want to relive the pain and terror of how you were separated.

Word Count: 949

Warnings: Implied PTSD (No disrespect to people with PTSD. Just something for the character), fluff, angst, eventual blood, gore, death, mild swearing.

Prompt: None

Disclaimers: I do not own anything from CW,  Warner Brother’s, any of the photos in this collage, or you. This is a work of pure fiction -obviously.

Sam’s POV

The second I opened my eyes, I was blinded from the light peering through the window. I half expected to hear Dean's snoring, but it was quiet. I felt something move under my arm, and I realized there was someone else in the bed.

“Wait. No. It wasn’t a dream. She’s really here. Holy shit. Y/n’s really here, and I’m holding her in my arms.”

The way her hair caresses her shoulders is mesmerizing. Her slow breathing  under my embrace, enchanting. The way the sun hits her y/h/c brightens her face. She seems much more peaceful than when she had that nightmare earlier this morning. The scar on her arm stands out to me. “Damn. That must have hurt,” I said to myself. I got lost in thought for a second before I heard a voice say, “It did.”

She startled me. I thought she was still asleep. “It hurt like a bitch for months,” she continued. “What time is it?”

“Uh…” I looked at the bedside clock “Almost 8.”

“Ah, crap.”  She slipped out from under the covers and started walking to the bathroom.

“What’s up?” I asked, thinking she might have forgotten about something.

“Nothing,” she replied, waving a hand as she walked into the bathroom, closing the door.

“O-okay.” I got out of bed, walked to the kitchen sink, and grabbed a glass of water. “That was weird.”

As I walked back to the bed to grab my pants, Y/n walked out of the bathroom with her hair up and her shirt off, wiping her face with it. As she finished and opened her eyes, she saw me and jumped. “Oh, Jesus!” she exclaimed. She held her shirt to her chest, panting. “I’m sorry. I forgot you were here.”

“Are you okay? You seem really jumpy. Was it because I cuddled you in my  sleep?”

“What? No, Sam. I-I mean, that was a little odd to wake up like that, but it wasn’t bad.” She said. “I just have a routine in the mornings, and I have things I need to do, and I usually am up and moving around 6:30, so I had to jump out of bed.”

She looked nervous, like she was hiding something. She did that thing where she rubbed her hands together. “No, no. It’s okay,” I replied. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to spook you like that. I’m uh… I’m not used to girls hopping out of bed like that.” She gave me a quizzical look. “I mean, I don’t sleep around a lot. Dean used to do that. I haven’t been with as many girls as he has. I just- What I’m trying to say is, if you’re worried about something, you don’t have to hide it from me.”

That seemed to calm her down a bit. “You don’t have to explain anything, Sam. I haven’t slept with a guy since,” she paused, “ well, since 2007? I think. And we technically didn’t even sleep together, we just shared a bed, you know, because you were being nice, and”

“Yeah,” I stammered.

“And I do appreciate it. I did sleep well,” said calmly as her hands dropped down from her chest to her stomach. “You don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve slept that well, even for a few hours.”

“Yeah, uh, no problem.” I said. “ I know what it’s like, with nightmares. Trust me, I’ve had a few myself over the years.”

“Yeah, what hunter hasn’t?” she quipped with a chuckle. She’s starting to come out of her shell.

“Look, um,” I started, “if you ever want to talk, I’m here. I know sometimes it helps, if you just get it off your chest.”

“Thanks, Sam,” she said rather quickly, “ but I’m okay. Really.” As she was nodding her head, I couldn’t help but notice that the scar on her arm was right next to her chest, where she was wearing nothing but her sports bra. “Look, Dean’s probably curious about where you’re at. You should probably head on over there, and we can grab some breakfast later.”

“Yeah. Yeah, uh, good idea.”

READER’S POV

Sam left my room, and I laid back down on the bed, his scent lingering on the sheets.

“Goddammit. Why did I have to tell him I only slept with one guy in the last 15 years? What the hell was that? Talk about cringey info-dump.” I looked up and grabbed my phone off the bedside table. There was a text from Dean.

“Off to get breakfast. I’ll be back in 30.” Timed 13 minutes ago.

“Okay, Y/L/N. Time to get into gear. Gotta figure out who this Okuri-inu is, gotta put on a brave face, and face down another day.” I told myself. Sam hadn’t come back yet. Probably grabbing a change of clothes. “Probably should change my clothes.”

“Why was Sam asking me if I was okay? It’s not like he still cares about me like that. Does he? No, he couldn’t. You heard him. He’s been with other girls. Probably met some cute girl in college that swept him off his feet and made him feel like he could do anything and everything.”

I could still taste the bathroom tap water on my the back of my tongue. I had to do it fast. If I stepped out of my routine too much, it could really screw with me.

Should I tell Sam what’s going on with me? Should I tell him where I’ve been, what I’ve been doing for the last 20 years? There’s no way he could save me from what I’ve been fighting with since that day. The monster in my head.

Chapter 9

[supernaturalfreewill]

Happy Flashback Friday!

“Hello, dove,” Crowley said to you as he suddenly appeared, glass of Scotch in hand. “Oh hello, Crowley,” you said. You really weren’t in the mood to deal with the King of Hell at the moment. “I’ll be in my room,” you said to Sam, gathering up your books and papers and breezing past Crowley, even as you felt his eyes follow you the whole way. “Was it something I said?” Crowley asked after you had disappeared around the corner. “So I get ‘moose’ and Y/N gets ‘dove’?” “Yes, moose. Y/N is far more attractive and intriguing than your lumbering self,” Crowley said without missing a beat. He took a sip of Scotch. “I do hope your new side-kick will be sticking around,” he said, using his free hand to run the scarf you had left behind over the back of your chair through his fingers. Sam watched the action and and could feel his patience wearing thin. “Go away, Crowley. And leave Y/N alone.”

“Oooh. I’ve got goosebumps, moose,” Crowley said, unphased by Sam’s annoyance.  “I sincerely doubt that Y/N is interested in the King of Hell,” Sam said.

Crowley raised his eyebrows. “Oh, I see. The moose has feelings. Well, good luck. If Y/N goes for awkward small talk, disturbingly co-dependent relationships between brothers, emotional whining, and puppy dog eyes then you have it in the bag.” Sam glared at Crowley and did his best to ignore the fire blooming in his chest. “Get out.”

[imagine-all-the-imagines]

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Dean Winchester

Fics:

Salt and Burn (NSFW) - Requested. Reader has been traveling with the boys for a while and Dean starts to hit on her

Not So Brotherly Love (NSFW) - Requested. Dean and Reader where we’ve been like brother and sister all their lives but secretly are in love with each other

Sam Winchester

Fics:

Date Night - Requested. Reader and Sam have to pretend to be a couple for a case, and they both have a crush on each other but don’t want the other to know.

Teenage Daze (NSFW) - Teen!SamxReader, both are 18. Requested. Reader gets invited to her high school reunion and relives a particularly fond memory from her senior year.

Imagines:

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Please be gentle, these were all written a very long time ago when I was first starting.

[lost-in-men-of-letters-bunker]

Supernatural Imagine

🌟 Rewrite the Rules 🌟

Part 2

SamxAngel!Reader

(Female Reader)

Angst

A/N: Hey everyone! Guess who finally wrote a Part 2 to this imagine! That's right ME! I have been waiting for someone to ask for a part 2 and guess freaking what!? Someone did and that someone is @onlyimaginary16 so part 2 is dedicated to you! Hope you all enjoy part 2 cause this will be the end of this imagine. Also I am so freaking sorry this took forever to get out. I've been super busy with so many things in my life and it's just complicated.

Y/N: Your Name

*Lyrics will be in bold italics*

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Y/N's POV

I hadn't been down to Earth in weeks...I heard Sam's prayers for me to comeback so we could talk that Dean, Cas, and him would figure this out. It broke my heart even more.

Naomi left me alone, even Ariella left me alone. I was depressed and Duma showed concerned for me wanted to know what was wrong, but I didn't want to talk about it because I knew I would start to cry. I wished I didn't leave that night; I wished I stayed with Sam, I just couldn't forget that kiss we shared. If only the rules weren't the way they are...

I walked around the clean white halls of Heaven, when Castiel came running down the hall.

"Y/N! There you are! Sam is injured it's bad. You have to come to Earth."

I said, "W-What!? Castiel, I can't you know the-"

I was interrupted by Naomi, Raziel, Adriel, and Ariella who came running down the hall as well. Raziel, Ariella and, Adriel glared at Castiel and had their Angel blades out.

Naomi spoke, "Y/N, don't you dare go with Castiel!"

Castiel glared back at them, "She has a right to choose where she wants to go. She does not have to follow your orders, Naomi."

Raziel looked at me, "You have been a loyal Angel to Heaven, Y/N. Do not become a traitor like him and Lucifer!"

I stood there listening to what they all said. But I was worried about Sam, what if he didn't make it? I stared down my three older siblings and spoke "I am done with Heaven. I choose to follow my heart. I don't care about what the rules say. I won't be Heaven's soldier anymore."

I left with Castiel and went to the Bunker. I was greeted by Dean, Jack, and Mary. I asked, "Where's Sam?"

Dean said, "In his room, He hasn't woken up at all."

I went to Sam's room, he laid still on his bed. I walked over and pulled the chair from the desk over and sat down by him. I gently grabbed his hand and held it in my own. I closed my eyes and healed him. He still hasn't opened his eyes...I couldn't help but hate seeing him like this. I felt tears slip down my face, but I didn't wipe them away.

"W-What if we rewrite t-the stars? Say y-you were made to...be mine...Nothing can k-keep us apart...Y-You were t-the one I was meant to f-find..."

I hung my head as I cried, I didn't let go of his hand and that's when I felt his fingers begin to move. I thought I imagined it at first, but then I looked up at his face. His eyes began to open and he blinked a few times. I began to smile and wrapped both my hands around his hand as I continued to hold it.

"You're here." He said quietly.

I let go and put my hands on his cheeks and leaned in and kissed him. I smiled at him, he smiled at me and I felt him run his hands through my hair. I kissed him again and I felt so happy to be with him.

I don't care what Naomi and the others will say or do. I'm with the one I love and that's all that matters to me...I am finally free.

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A/N: I hope everyone liked this imagine. Again I am so sorry that it took so long for me to get this out. Also sorry this is so short it's all I could come up with.

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[abigfatgirl-blog]

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.”

[heloisedaphnebrightmore]

Hate on me [Sam Winchester x Reader] - Requested 16+

Title: Hate on me Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader  Word count: 3.2k Published: 18 July, 2020 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Warning: Swearing, Intimate scenes (16+) Notes: I got this little one requested by an Anon reader of mine. As requested it's a bit smutty, but I did not specify the exact act, so I would say anyone 14+ can read it. I love smut, however I like to write for all ages and if I wrote an actual smut, it would not be available for underage readers. Maybe in the future I will write, but for now, I hope this will be enough. Summary: You have been having rather explicit dreams about Sam, confusing your already hateful relationship. But then things turn south when you lose it and the closest place to solve things is your bedroom. Request: [x]

May I request a smutty Sam x reader where they despise each other but frequently have wet dreams about one another and Dean knows and is always like “Yeah, you ToTaLlY hate him/her. I hear you moaning his/her name in your sleep, bitch.” Please. Also...I love Love LOVE your work! - Anonymous

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Sam Winchester was your worst nightmare. Even the thought of being under the same roof with him was making you agitated. Unfortunately for you, you both lived in the bunker and tried to stop yourselves from killing each other daily.

Whatever what you have done, it was always wrong. You left a can of beer on the kitchen table? Two minutes later he was banging on your door furiously, giving you a lesson on how to clean up after yourself.

Did you decide to sit down on the couch and relax after a big hunt? He appeared out of nowhere to tell you off for being lazy and unproductive.

If you have forgotten to do your shopping, he was on your case about it for a whole week, if not more, for being irresponsible and forgetful. Then he would go onto how he could never trust you on a hunt when you are clearly unable to do a simple supply run.

You were more than fed up with him.

You hated the way he he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration, whilst he bit into his bottom lip, trying to concentrate even more. You hated the way he rolled his eyes and let out an annoyed scoff when Dean was being his usual idiotic self. You despised the cologne he used as you were having trouble getting his scent out of your nostrils.

His mere presence annoyed you.

You were beyond confused. You hated everything about him, but most of all, your dreams that you had of him more and more frequently. You could recall them so clearly as if they happened in reality. His harsh fingers running through your side, down to your hips, squeezing them firmly. His hands playing with the hem of your shirt as they eagerly caressed your stomach. The way his plump lips sucked on that particularly sensitive spot on your neck, making you moan his name, pulling him closer to you as if you were unable to breath without him.

Waking up in a pool of sweat whether it be in your room or the couch of the living room, irritated you to no end. You didn't want to have these dreams, you didn't even want to think about Sam. He was your worst nightmare both in your dreams and in reality.

You despised him!

You hated him!

His mere existence irritated you.

You didn't want to think of him in any way, let alone sexually. But you were endlessly struggling against your own mind. The worst part wasn't even the dreams anymore, but the fact that you felt like losing control around him. Every time you had a fight, your dreams appeared unexpectedly in your mind, forcing you to wander onto paths that you wished to never walk.

Just like this time.

He was standing in the middle of the kitchen, right in front of you, harshly gesturing as if it helped him to make you understand how important of a task you have been given.

"I have told you the ingredients for the spell. I have written them down for you. I have repeated it on numerous occasions to get it into that stupid little head of yours." Sam raised his voice in agitation, running his fingers through his rich, soft hair. Your eyes involuntarily followed his movements, before you realised how obviously you have been staring at him. "Still, you forgot the only ingredient which we needed the most." He scoffed as he shook his head.

"So I forgot. I can go back and buy it. It's not the end of the world, Sam." You tried to save the situation, but once again your eyes didn't concentrate on him, but his tongue running across his lips.

"That's not the point. I have clearly asked you to do something simple and you are incapable of doing it. I just can't get it through my mind how you can be so useless." He threw his arms in the air in frustration and this time it was your turn to get pissed off.

"Useless? Now listen, Winchester. If you have a go at me for forgetting something, that's fine. Although I think you have forgotten things in the past too, Mr. Perfect. But I will not let you insult me." You stepped closer to him, your chest almost touching his, your eyes looking firmly into his green orbs. You cursed him for wearing that stupid, sweet, but woody cologne of his, which you were unable to forget. You composed yourself quickly and continued. "I will not stand here and listen to you trying to bring me down for such a small mistake. If you don't like that I forgot something then go and fucking get it yourself." You hissed in anger, before you span around and headed to your room. Or that was the plan, before Sam got hold of your wrist. You could feel his strong hold, making you wonder if he would be that dominant in bed as well, before you forced yourself to let those silly thoughts go.

"I'm not finished." He scoffed in frustration.

"I don't care. You can have a conversation with yourself as far as I'm concerned." You spit in anger and pulled your arm out of his grip to head to your room.

Instead, however you saw Dean sitting in the hall, legs up on the table, laptop on his lap, watching some old movies. You dropped yourself into one of the chairs across the table and huffed in annoyance. Sam was officially your worst nightmare.

"Let me guess. You fought again." Dean spoke in a bored tone, his eyes never leaving the screen.

"Of course we did. It's like he has something against me. Whatever I do is always wrong. Why does he feel the need to attack me for anything I do?" You asked desperately, but he just smiled, before he closed down the lid of his laptop.

"Why do you feel the need to always have a go at him?" He asked with a mischievous look.

"What?" You asked dumbfounded.

"You think it's only him? Oh, please. I clearly remember you starting a fight when he left his laundry in the washing machine for 5 minutes longer or when he wanted to help you carrying the groceries down to the kitchen, but instead you gave him a lecture. You two are constantly fighting over stupid little things. It's not you starting, it's not Sam starting. You are doing it at the same time and honestly, I have a feeling, that deep down both of you enjoy it like some kind of a kink." He chuckled playfully as if he had said the smartest thing.

"That's bullshit. I hate your brother. I despise his mere presence." You argued as you shot up from your seat. He pursed his lips and raised his brows while a cheeky grin appeared across his face as if he knew something you didn't.

"Yeah, totally. The way you keep moaning his name in your sleep tells me otherwise though." He let out a wholehearted laughter, making you turn crimson red.

"What... how..." You tried to talk, but you weren't sure what you wanted to ask.

"I can hear things, you know?" He chuckled. "But hey, I am not judging. Whatever makes you feel good." He shrugged with a cheeky grin, before he stood up from his seat and left you to your thoughts. You hid your face in your palm, your ears still burning from his embarrassing words. Were you really attracted to Sam? You wanted to believe it was just frustration and nothing else. But your dreams... your dreams were telling you something completely different.

All three of you were sitting in the kitchen, munching on your dinner in complete silence. It was rather awkward and you wanted nothing, but to finish your food and run away.

Luckily the awkward silence didn't last long. You could hear the metallic door of the bunker open and close loudly, before the angel in his usual trench coat appeared in the entrance of the kitchen.

"Castiel!" You exclaimed happily and ran over to him to give him a hug. He returned it with a warm smile. "I missed you. You have been gone for quite a while." You spoke happily, but your smile quickly disappeared as you heard an annoyed scoff. You span around to look at Sam with a deadly expression across your face. "Do you have something to say?" You asked, arms crossed in front of your chest.

"Nope." He shrugged and shook his head, filling his mouth with another fork full of his food.

"I thought so too." You stated, before you turned back to your favourite angel.

"Excuse me?" Sam shot up from his seat, clearly agitated.

"You are excused. Now, if you don't mind I am having a conversation and you are rudely interrupting." You spit in anger, barely turning your head to see him.

"You started it. I didn't even say anything." Sam continued.

"You scoffed." You shrugged your shoulders as if you have already concluded this conversation.

"I can't even let out a noise without you trying to make it out to be the start of an argument?" He questioned you with an eye roll.

"No, you can't. Whenever I do something, you scoff at me, you start huffing and puffing like a child or you growl at me for no reason whatsoever. It's like, everything I do is plain wrong." You argued this time, trying to make him understand your point as you stepped closer. You tried to turn around to ask Dean and Cas to give you a minute to talk, but they were nowhere to be found anymore.

"Oh really? Even when I offered to help, you just shrugged it off and started an argument about how you are more than capable of doing things on your own. Can you just say, 'No, thank you' for once, instead of starting a fight?" He raised his voice.

"I wouldn't have to start a fight if I didn't feel like you are never happy with what I do." You confessed, but you sounded irritated.

"I wouldn't start an argument if you finally just accepted that I never wanted to argue in the first place. It's like even when I'm nice, even when I'm rude, you are just not happy with anything. When I sent you to get the ingredients for the spell, I simply asked you if you forgot the lamb blood, because I couldn't find it. I didn't attack you or argue with you. I just asked a question." He stood in front of you, towering over your body, his breath fanning your face. His presence made your head fuzzy and you needed extra energy to collect your thoughts or even to hear his words. "But then you got upset and I didn't know what to do and by the time you started throwing words at me, I was beyond pissed off and thought if you can insult me, so can I." He threw his arms in the air as he was showing you that he was giving up. He was right though. Now that you thought about it, you were frustrated with him because of your dreams. You thought if you hate on each other, it would be easier to ignore how much your dreams made you crave for him. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and massaged the bridge of his nose. "Look, I am tired of fighting." He started this time in a clam tone. "If we can't live together, at least let's try to ignore each other."

Your eyes widened, your brows ran high. You weren't sure if he meant that, but you were certain that you didn't want to be any farther from him. You grabbed the collar of his shirt and shook your head. "I don't want that." You whispered before you attached your lips to his forcefully. For a second he was frozen and you started to realise what you have done might have been a very stupid idea. But you didn't have to think for long before his lips returned your kisses and pushed your back against the edge of the kitchen counter.

His kiss was rough and aggressive. It wasn't something you expected, but enjoyed more than you thought you would. He licked across your lower lip, making you moan, letting his tongue enter your mouth to pleasure yours. However instead of letting him dominate, you fought against him, whilst running your fingers through his soft locks, tugging on its ends firmly, forcing a growling sound to leave his lungs.

His hands wondered down your side, gently caressing your waist before, going lower and firmly grabbing your hips to pull you closer. You could feel his bulge through the thin material of his sweatpants, making you moan at the thought of him filling you up.

His lips wondered down to your neck line, sucking hard on your sweet spot, forcing you to breathe out his name in pleasure. He grabbed your thighs and forced you to jump, as he pulled your legs around his waist. He attached his lips to yours once again and you voluntarily locked your arms around his neck to support a part of your weight. He firmly squeezed your butt, before he decided to move towards your bedroom, not wanting anyone to interrupt you. He didn't leave your mouth for a second, whilst he walked to your door.

With one hand he kept your weight around him, with the other he turned the doorknob to your room, before kicking it in harshly and shutting it behind himself. He shoved your back against the closed door, making you wince at the hard impact, but quickly made you forget about it as he pushed his groin further between your legs, leaving your lips agape. You heaved a deep sigh as you felt his growing bulge, wanting to feel him finally.

You looked into his eyes to see his once bright green irises taking on a darker shade, completely filled with lust.

"Are you sure you want this?" He asked, his voice breathless, whilst struggling to control himself. You didn't answer though, you slightly nodded and attached your lips to his, getting rid of the gap between you.

He walked over to the edge of your bed, laying you down on the top of your duvet as he impatiently started kissing your neck, making you feel like a hot mess. Your thoughts were all about him. Wherever he touched you, he left your skin burning for more. His gentle bites on your inner thighs made you feel dizzy in anticipation. His head between your legs, forced you to scream his name in euphoria. You wanted to get on top of him to return his sweet touches, his passionate kisses, all the head-spinning attention his has given you, but he didn't let you.

"Not this time, sweetheart." He breathed into your ear, forcing your breath to hitch as he finally entered you. He was everything you wished for. You dug your nails into his back, as you felt pleasure take over you, the knot in your stomach forcing your back to arch as you finally came undone, screaming his name in pleasure. Soon he followed you with a deep growl leaving his lips, before he attached them to yours, sealing the moment.

Sam laid across your bed, pulling you onto his chest, kissing the top of your head as you both tried to organise your breathing. You looked up at him, trying to find answers to what just happened. His eyes were closed, his long lashes gracefully laid across his cheekbones. He was beautiful. The way he licked across his lips, made you feel dizzy. Was it a one time thing. Was it just to release the obvious tension? You didn't want any of that. You wanted more. You wanted him. You just fit so perfectly with him, you didn't want this to end there.

You didn't know what to do. You could feel the tears collecting in the corner of your eyes, feeling uncertain about what anything meant. You sat up, pulling your cover over you, your legs hanging off your bed as you took a deep breath.

"Is everything okay?" He asked, worry clear in his voice.

"Yeah." You breathed. "I just..." You didn't know what to say, not to make yourself look like a naive little teenager.

"What is it?" He asked softly.

"I just... I'm not sure..." You growled in frustration, running your hands through your hair. "I don't know what this was." You finally let it out.

"We had sex." Sam chuckled, stating the obvious. You turned around giving him a sceptical look.

"Oh right, I didn't realise that." You rolled your eyes.

"By the voices you made, sounded like you did." He smirked at you knowingly.

"Oh shut up." You grabbed your pillow and threw it at him, making him laugh harder. He removed the pillow from his face and pulled you back into his arms, completely ignoring your resistance.

"Look Y/N, if this is how you hate on me, I am perfectly fine dealing with your hateful ass." He laughed. You slapped his chest playfully, but you couldn't hide the ever growing grin across your face. "We don't have to label it, we don't have to decide what it is between us. Let's just get along and if we can't get along, we can just hate on each other. I am more than happy with both" He chuckled, making you go bright red as you hid your face, pulling the cover over your head.

"I hate you." You spoke, your duvet muffling your voice.

"I'm sure you do." He laughed as he pulled your cover down and gave a small peck on your lips.

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[sams-sass]

The Others pt. 1

GIF not mine

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!

Read Part Two, Three, Four, Five, and Six Here

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

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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[dreamingofmilk]

Thirst Tweets

Sam Wilson x Reader

Synopsis: Sam Wilson reads his thirst tweets and you get a little flustered. 

Warnings: Cursing

ENJOY!!

You finally made it.

After years and years of hard work, tireless nights, and early mornings, you finally landed your dream job, a videographer for Buzzfeed. The position allowed you to meet so many new and interesting people. Not to mention the money.

It was your first day in the studio after two weeks of training and dumb HR videos, and you couldn't keep the smile off your face. Your fingers kept flipping and playing with your new ID badge. The security guard probably thought you were a serial killer or something since you were smiling so hard. It was hard for you to believe that you had finally made some of your biggest dreams come true. This job would be the key to becoming the next Alfred Hitchcock or Stephen Spielberg. 

You always knew you wanted to work in film. As a child you found movies fascinating, but not for the same reasons most children did. You were interested in the cinematography, the transitions between scenes and the editing. Of course you didn’t know anything about it as a child, but you quickly immersed yourself in it and learned everything you could. You busted your ass through high school to get accepted into one of the best film schools in the country and shortly after graduation, you landed this job. All of the stars were aligning and everything felt like it was fate. Sometimes you can't believe your luck. 

You had no idea how your first day would be, or what your first video would be. In the end it really didn’t matter to you, you were excited just to be in a space with so many people who were like-minded and so talented. After grabbing a granola bar from the snack table, you made your way toward your boss, Yolanda. Your bright eyes taking in everything you could from the plain light blue set. You had grabbed your folder which had information about what you were filming, but you hadn’t had much time to really look into it. All you knew was that it was an interview of some kind. And because you worked at Buzzfeed that didn’t really tell you much. 

Yolanda briefly glanced up at you and a big smile spread across her thin face. She turned back to her phone and waved you over to where she was standing. “Y/N! There’s my little protege. Come here for a sec!” You picked up your pace and tried to calm yourself even though you were practically vibrating in front of her.

She chuckled softly and shook her head. She could read your energy so easily. “I remember that feeling exactly. The excitement of your first day on the job, between you and me I threw up from the adrenaline. And while I understand the excitement you have I know it’s not the best start. But appreciate the feeling for as long as you can kid. It’s the best.”

You nodded, “Can you tell me what exactly we are shooting today? I wasn’t able to get a good look at the folder before I had to come down.” You wanted to make sure everything was perfect. Knowing the subject would help you start to plan out everything in your head. Hopefully in the future they will get you the folder before the day of the shoot. 

Yolanda smiled, “No one told you? We’re having the Falcon read his thirst tweets!”

You froze. How the hell did Buzzfeed manage to pull that off? Sam Wilson was bigger than any celebrity, nobody could even come close to the man. Everyone loved him, and he seemed to really love his fans as well. You knew Buzzfeed had influence in the industry, but you had no idea they had enough pull to land an Avenger.

You were beyond excited mainly because they trusted you with something that was such a big deal. But also because you’ve had the biggest crush on this particular winged avenger for a couple of years. 

“Oh my God, Yolanda thank you so much for this opportunity! I promise I will not let you down!” You bounced slightly on the back of your heels. 

She was shaking her head before you even finished. “I have complete faith in you Y/N. That’s why I hired you. I don’t hire people I don’t think I can’t trust to get the work done. I know you are going to do great.”

You had a thousand questions, but if Sam Wilson was coming here you had to focus. As well as calm down. . “When will he be here? I need to prepare and check on everything.” 

“He should be here in about half an hour.”

You choked. HALF AN HOUR! How in the hell were you supposed to double and triple check everything in half an hour? You immediately scrambled to your equipment and got started. You’d be damned if you had any mishaps in front of Sam freaking Wilson. 

Luck was on your side. You had just finished giving everything another once over when a booming voice startled everyone.

“CUT THE CHECK!” And with that, Falcon walked onto the set. You already knew the man was attractive, but the pictures and videos you’d seen didn’t do him justice at all. He was HUGE. Easily a foot taller than you and his arms were like telephone poles hanging from his shoulders. His signature gap-toothed grin was wide as he greeted everyone in the room. He made it a point to shake everyone’s hands as he passed them. So he definitely had manners.

Your heart rate jumped as he got closer to where you were standing. By the time he stood in front of you, your mouth was dry and your palms were sweating. 

He smirked as he reached out his hand. “Well hello there beautiful. What’s your name?”

You struggled to keep your composure. “Y/N. I’ll be one of your videographers for the shoot.” 

He reached out his hand, but when you reached out to shake it, he grasped it lightly and brought it to his lips. He slowly leaned down, staring into your eyes, and brought your hand to his lips. Your brain completely short circuited as soon as his lips made contact. Oh man, This man was dangerous.

He hummed as he straightened up, but he didn’t let go of your hand. “Well it is great to meet you Y/N. I see I’m in capable hands.” 

You could feel the heat in your face, but you tried to keep your composure. The fangirl look was not cute. “Thank you. I’ll take care of everything, don’t worry about any of it.”

He smirked and moved in closer to you. Realizing you only came up to his ribcage did some things to your insides. The man was just ridiculously big, this thought ran through your head repeatedly. It made you wonder what else about him was big. 

“Oh, I believe you. You look like a girl who would take care of me.”you almost fell over.  It should be illegal for a wink like that to exist honestly. One quick flick of his eye and you were ready to drop your panties for this man. It’s a wonder how anyone is able to fight him. 

Sam made his way to the chair on the backdrop. He had already been through makeup and wardrobe so it was almost time to start the shoot. One of the crew members brought the infamous blue container and handed it off to Sam. He grinned as he took a peek inside. “Oh, there’s a lot of these!”

There were a few more minutes of everyone setting up their equipment and then the director gave the signal to start filming. “Alright everyone, ready in five, four, three” She silently showed two and one, then threw her hand into the air and mouthed “action”.

Despite your nervousness, you were on autopilot. Your hands and body knew all of the motions and picked up your mental slack. Sam seemed completely at ease, not the easiest thing when you had at least 30 people staring at you behind blinding lights. He started to make his introduction.

“Hey everyone, I’m Sam Wilson, also known as The Falcon and I am at Buzzfeed to read your thirst tweets.” He picked up the blue container, making a show of it being extremely heavy. “And from the looks of it, y’all are really thirsty.” He grinned and sent a wink directly into the camera. Your camera. 

Once you’ve recovered from yet another winkgate, you start to notice all of the things a videographer would. You already knew Sam was photogenic, he managed to make it on the paper somehow pretty much weekly, but you never truly appreciated how much the camera loved him. His skin did not wash out in the lights and the smooth brown skin did something to you. He was a naturally charming guy and his personality was incredibly likeable. You already knew this video would be a huge hit on Youtube. 

Sam pulled out the first slip of paper, and started to read it out loud. “I’d let Falcon fucking destroy me and ask if he was free the next day.” He smirked, and made sure to look right into the camera again, his eyes full of mirth. “Babygirl, I wouldn’t destroy you. A meal should be savored, not torn into.” He smirked again, then kept going, “Unless you want me to tear into you. If so, I’d be happy to oblige.” 

You felt your entire body clench as he spoke. Oh he was nasty. This was going to be one hell of a shoot. You were well aware of how nasty people were on Twitter, especially when it came to the Avengers. Sam’s tweets were always especially nasty. He was such a flirty person, so he always attracted some of the freakier people. 

He smiled really bright for the camera. “Let’s read the next one. It says ‘I want Sam Wilson to explore my guts.’” He let out a loud laugh, shaking his head. “Oh y’all are really nasty. Ok bet, I’m with it.” He leaned forward and beckoned the camera closer with his fingers. Y/N zoomed in as much as she could and still kept the frame. Sam grinned. “Sweetheart didn’t you know they call me Indiana Jones? I’ll explore every inch of them guts. I’ll find the treasure and I’m taking it with me, you hear me? I’m gonna find every secret passageway and get through all the traps. I’m leaving a souvenir too.” 

One of the crew members yelled really loudly, ”Whew!” while fanning themselves and everyone laughed. It did nothing to curb the sexual tension in the room though. It was a pleasant surprise to find out that Falcon was with the shits, everyone kind of expected him to be more PG, like Cap. They couldn’t have been more wrong. 

Sam started laughing, “Y’all are making this so hard! And you're making me hard! I didn’t know I had this many people checking for me. Y’all got a guy feeling really good!” He quickly realized his mistake. “Oh shit, sorry y’all you’ll have to edit that out.” He didn’t seem very sorry though. It didn’t help that he was staring at you the entire time he was talking. Was that your cue? You definitely didn’t need any convincing, you were already down for whatever this man wanted from you.

He shook his head and reached for the next slip of paper, “What are y’all gonna come up with next?” He started to read the tweet aloud. “Ok, so can Sam Wilson just put a baby in me?” He laughed so hard he leaned backwards in the chair. “Y’all are wild, I love it. I can’t guarantee I’d put a baby in you, but I’m definitely down to try baby girl.” You couldn’t tell if he was staring at you or the camera. 

The director motioned for a few more then they would wrap up the shoot. You never wanted this to end. This video was really gonna break the internet.

Sam grabbed the next one, smirking before he even started reading it aloud. “All I want for Christmas is a train with Falcon, Captain America, and Bucky.” He scoffed, “Alright, now I’m offended. Let me make one thing clear. If I got you, you don’t need anybody else. Hell, you won’t have the energy for someone else. Cap and Bucky have nothing on me alright?” He pointed to you, “You feel what I’m saying, babygirl?”

You nodded so hard you almost bit your tongue. He smirked, “That’s my girl. And if my amazing videographer agrees, then it must be true. We’ll do one more tweet.”

“Sam Wilson is the epitome of big dick energy. If you disagree, fight me.” He clapped his hands, “Aye! Now this one knows what’s up! Y’all already know what’s going on, I don’t need to say a damn thing. I’m not called black stallion for nothing, ya dig?” He winked at you. Definitely not at the camera, at you. Damn it, now you have to change your underwear. 

Sam looked into the camera again. “Well that’s it beautiful people. Y’all have my confidence on another level! Don’t let me run into one of y’all in the street!” He stuck out his tongue and flicked it, like he was going in on some pussy and every woman in the studio lost their shit, you included. 

The director beat all of you to it though. “Cut! Sam you can’t say that!”

Sam was laughing his ass off. “Sorry, but I had to let them know I’m with the shits. You can cut it, but at least everyone in this room knows.” He looked at you again. “YN. Was my message clear?”

You couldn’t even look at him. That man’s presence alone was too much for you. You did make sure to nod your head vigorously though. He did ask you a question after all. You got a little worried when you didn’t hear him say anything else, but that worry quickly became shock when you felt hands on your chin.

Sam fucking Wilson was right in your face. He pulled your face up until your eyes met and he stared down at you kinda hard. Like he was mad. 

“I asked you a question babygirl. Answer it.” His voice was hard and deep. 

You swallowed hard, “Yes sir, your message was clear.” He relaxed a bit and hummed.  

“Good. I had to make sure you heard it. Now I have another question for you.”

You were definitely curious. What else could the man have to say to you? “What is it?” you asked.

He smirked and leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Can I tell you what my thirst tweet for you would be?” 

[cinnamonweasley]

left alone - sam x reader

You sat cross-legged on the battered leather sofa, leant over the coffee table awkwardly reaching out for your phone. The display screen flashed with the message 'no new notifications' and your heart sank further into your already weakening chest. Sam and Dean had left earlier that day, without asking you about whether you wanted to join them on that particular hunt. You at least expected Sam to talk to you, he usually did, with kind words and a furrowed brow explaining the situation. They had been gone for most of the day, and the outlines of a crimson red sunset were now visible through the motel blinds. Exhaling loudly, you stood up, stretching your weary legs that had become somewhat immobile due to how long you'd been sat down.

When Sam walked in just over half an hour later, you had returned to the kitchen in your pyjama shorts and tank top, hair loosely braided over your shoulder. You turned to him, placing the mug of coffee you'd made down on the counter and waiting for the excuses to flood your ears. "(Y/N)... I'm sorry we should have told you, I just..." He began, stepping closer to you and extending his hand.

"Sam, no. I don't want to hear it okay?" Your tone became punctuated with anger and hurt, "It's because I'm not good enough, isn't it? You think I'm a useless hunter and no good to anyone."

Sam's eyes widened in horror, and he strode towards you, "Don't you ever say that (Y/N). If only you knew how important you were to me and Dean maybe you'd understand." A small sob escaped your lips, and you couldn't face him anymore, "Sam, I do understand. You go out on long hunts for the sake of it and hope that when you come back, I'll be gone. I'm only here because you felt sorry for me once. Simple." Sam moved to pull you into him, but you weren't having it. Turning towards the bathroom door, you quickly walked inside and bolted the door, needing to be alone. Once inside the bathroom, all your bottled up emotions came pouring out in a hot flurry of tears cascading down your cheeks, you were aware of Sam knocking on the door and calling your name softly. Still, you knew he would leave eventually if you ignored his pleas. "Y/N? Please listen to me. You mean everything to Dean and me. You are one of the best hunters we've ever met, and that's no lie, but sometimes hunts are extremely dangerous, you know that. We... I...can't bear to see you hurt or worse, because we couldn't be there to protect you at the right time. I've come to depend on your company in a lot of ways. Seeing you smile is one of the most beautiful things in this world... And hell probably in any other world too." You didn't know how long you had been leaning against the bathroom door, slumping forward with your head in your hands, recalling the sweet things Sam had said to you. It was apparent he had become overcome with fatigue and succumbed to sleep, as you could hear soft hushed breathing coming from the other side of the door and the occasional shifting of limbs. Guilt washed over you, he had been hunting all day and you had only added to that stress. Carefully, you unbolted the door, peering down you saw Sam's eyes open wide and he looked up at you, an expression of hope drawn across his features. How could you deny how much you loved this man anymore? With one swift motion, he moved away and stood, brushing himself down and gazing at you in a way that made your heart pound and your cheeks flush. Taking a small step towards him, it gathered all your courage to look into his eyes, all remnants of anger towards him long since forgotten.

Finally, it was Sam who gave in, pulling you to him and entangling you in a tight embrace. He must have guessed that he was on the verge of making you cough up your lungs, so he loosened his grip, letting out a small laugh of relief. You, in turn, wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your head into his chest. "Sam... Will you, er would you sleep with me tonight? I haven't been able to sleep these past few nights, and it would really help to have you there." You asked nervously, swallowing your rising nerves with a few hiccups. He sighed softly against your hair, "Y/N it would be my pleasure."

You lay entwined in each other between the roughly strewn sheets of the bed, Sam's content expression was mirroring yours as he drew soothing circles on your palm. Now you could see up close just how worn out and tired he looked, how selfish you had been to make him go through what you had.

You only hoped that quiet nights like this would be a frequent occurrence.

[imagining-supernatural]

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

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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

*****

*****

“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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Hunted

Soulless!Sam x Reader (Drabble)

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It’s been three years since Sam lost his soul. In the beginning, it didn't seem like a huge deal. Sure it was at least in the top three things on your mental to-do list to get Sam back to himself but it was going on through bigger things. By the time Dean, who made it his number one priority, figured out a potential plan Sam was too far gone. The two of you plus Cas weren't fast enough to even try and fix his mind. You wouldn't think that a year with no soul would dement a person's brain so badly - or maybe you did and denied it. Sam disappeared shortly after you and his brother tried locking him in Bobby's panic room but after a month of looking for him, he started hunting you instead.

That was two and a half years ago since then you have been on the run from your own boyfriend. Except he wasn't your Sam anymore just like he wasn't Dean's little kid brother Sammy anymore. The hardest part of it all is you're running constantly from the man you love most, only because you don't know what he would do to you. Currently, you were staying in a motel room in Philadelphia but not for long you didn't feel safe being in one place for more than forty-eight hours. You had just emerged from the bathroom in your sweatpants and t-shirt when you sensed the shift in the room. Before your instincts could kick in and react, he already had you trapped and you knew it.

Sam has gotten you against a wall face first within seconds if not faster. There used to be a time when this position would be intimate and sexy, turned you on to no end. Times have changed, the heat of his body against yours gave you nothing but a thrill of fear up your spine. His hot breath against the back of your neck scared you more than anything else rather than giving you any excitement. You try to speak a begging word or a warning but his forearm is pressed so tightly against the side of your neck that you can't breathe. He chuckles low in his chest and it doesn't have the emotion he used to possess behind it.

”Choose your last words wisely.” Is the final thing you hear Sam Winchester say.

You choke out an ”I love you, ” and then the pressure on your throat is released suddenly. While catching your breath you turn to see Dean holding a limp Sam with Cas beside him, knife in hand. Sam was still breathing, and you all were back to square one.

[winchester-books]

Any Last Words?

Based On: Supernatural

Characters: Winchester!Sister, Sam, Dean

Warnings: Canon Violence/Language

Word Count: 760

Summary (requested by anonymous): Sam and Dean get in some trouble when hunting a witch, hopefully the youngest Winchester makes it there in time save the day.

Sam and Dean sat back to back, both struggling against the ropes binding them to their chairs.

“You all right Sammy?” Dean asked gruffly.

“Yeah,” Sam grunted back as he continued to pull on his restraints, “You?”

“Never better,” Dean said sarcastically as he did the same.

Their struggles increased when a woman in a green dress and high heels entered the room, “You know, when I heard there were hunters in town I have to admit, it had me on edge- especially when I heard it was The Winchesters,” she scoffed, shaking her head, “But man, you guys are idiots. Walking into my house- barley anything to defend yourselves with,” She held up Dean’s gun, dangling it in his face, “You really don’t live up to your reputations, it’s a little sad actually,” she sighed, “If it makes you feel any better, you two walking into my trap saved two other fools from being sacrificed for my spell,”

“It’s doesn’t, but killing you is gonna make me feel great,” Dean said, staring daggers at the witch standing before him.

She laughed, shaking her head, “Restibus obstringere omnis motus,” she moved her hands in a circular motion as she repeated herself. Green sparks erupted from the ropes, Sam and Dean hissed as the ropes burned until the green glow died down, “I’d stop struggling if I were you,” She warned, “The ropes are enchanted now, with every move you make they’ll get tighter,”

Sam tried to wiggle free anyways, instantly regretting his decision as the ropes tightened around his wrists, on the verge of cutting off circulation. He tilted his head back and groaned in defeat, there was no getting out of this one.

The witch tuned her back to them, grabbing a bowl and a curved knife from one of her shelves filled with bottles and spell ingredients, “Do you have any idea how famous I’ll be once word gets around that I killed the Winchesters,” She smiled to herself, lighting dozens candles throughout the room with a wave of her hard, “Covens will be lining up to ask me to join,” She walked up to Dean, twirling the knife in her hand, “Everyone is going to know my name,” she dragged the knife slowly across Dean’s jawline, but not hard enough to draw blood. He yanked at the ropes, wincing as they grew unbearably tight. She lifted the bowl to his neck and held the knife at his throat, “Any last words, Winchester?”

Relief flashed through his eyes and he smirked up at her, “My sister’s about to kick your ass,”

The witch pulled the knife off of Dean’s neck, confusion filling her face, “Wha-”

“Right here, bitch,” you announced, pointing Dean’s gun at her as she turned around.

She smiled, laughing to herself, “What do you plan on doing with that, dear? Bullets won’t kill me,”

“That’s right, regular bullets won’t,” You smirked at her, “But witch-killing bullets will,”

Her face went pale in fear as you pulled the trigger. She hit the floor with a thud.

“Thank God,” Sam sighed in relief as you walked over to untie him.

You pulled your knife out of your boot, slicing the ropes, “You okay?” He nodded in response.

“Y/N, I told you to stay at the motel!” Dean snapped as you walked around to untie him.

“Yeah, and if I’d listened to you, you’d probably be dead right now,” you replied, rolling your eyes, “So, if I were you, I’d be thanking me,” Dean glared at you in response, “Fine,” you shrugged, “I’ll just leave you here,” You took a step towards the door.

Dean rolled his eyes, “Fine, don’t leave- thank you,” he grumbled.

“For?” You said, stretching out the word just to annoy him.

Dean shook his head, rolling his eyes again, “Thank you for saving me and Sam from the witch,”

“Now say, ‘You’re the most badass chick I know and the coolest sister I could ever have,’”

Dean tilted his head at you, his lips pursed and eyes glaring at you as you pushed your luck, “I’m not saying that,”

You turned on your heel, “Bye Dean,”

“Don’t-Alright, fine,” you spun back around to look at him, a cocky grin on your face, “You’re the most badass chick I know... and the coolest sister I could ever have,” he mumbled quickly, “Now, please, untie me,”

You laughed softly as you cut the ropes and helped him to his feet, “You guys in the mood for burgers?” You asked, leading the way back to the Impala.

“Always.”

[carry-on-my-pretty-weeper]

Back Stabbing Bitch

Author: carry-on-my-pretty-weeper

Character(s): Winchester Sister!Reader, Dean Winchester, and Sam Winchester

Word Count: +1.2k

Author’s Note: so idk I got in the mood for writing an angry reader with winchester backup and here it is! Hope you guys like it!

Angry was an understatement of how you were feeling right now. Turns out your best friend and your boyfriend were going at it behind your back. You had just found their texts on her phone while you two were out shopping together. She went to the bathroom and had gotten a couple messages from your boyfriend, Brandon. What did it say?

Brandon: What time are you coming over tonight?

Brandon: Y/n is going to be gone at her brothers’ place for a little while

Brandon: We can mess around for a bit ;)

So naturally you were going to get revenge. You sent out a couple texts of your own before she came back.

“Did you miss me?” Hardly you back stabbing bitch.

“Of course you know I can’t live without you,” you lie through your teeth, “Let’s continue shopping shall we?”

“We shall,” she responds as she grabs her purse. When the two of you walked into an expensive store you picked up a pair of sunglasses and tried them on before putting them back. Looking up you make eye contact with a camera and watch as the red light turns off allowing you to stuff a pair into her purse. You walk over to a rack of shirts before it turns on again.

You pick out a couple of clothes for her to try on so she goes into the dressing room while you wait for her. When she came out she said she didn’t like any of them so you guys were going to leave when you were stopped by a beeping noise. The clerk asks to see your bags. You both gladly hand them over. The clerk went through your bag and found nothing. She looks through your friends and quirks up an eyebrow as she pulls out the glasses from it.

“You stole glasses Stacy?” you question raising your eyebrows with your mouth slightly agape.

“What! No! I didn’t I swear. I’ve never seen those before!” she exclaims flabbergasted.

“Then I bet you wouldn’t mind paying for them?” the clerk asks tapping her fingernails impatiently on the counter.

“Of course,” she replies as she took her debit card out of her wallet. She hands it over to the cashier and gives you a glance of ‘can you believe this is happening?’ When the cashier swipes it, it says declined. The lady looks back up at Stacy as you see all the color drain from her face.

“Okay miss we’re going to have to take you to-”

“No! No, I swear I didn’t steal! I would never!” Unless it was someone else’s fucking boyfriend. She looks to you for help.

“I’m sorry I really have to go. My brother’s are expecting me,” you confess with fake guilt. Walking away you hear her yell at the clerk who was now calling over a security guard. Smirking you exit the mall and hop into Baby. “Sammy hack into the security footage yet?” you ask as Dean put the car in drive.

“Yep, now all we do is sit and wait,” Dean answers as you pulled into a Marie Callender's across the street. Walking in Sam waves you over from the corner of the homey restaurant. Taking a seat he flips his computer to show your ex friend inside of mall’s jail. A waitress walks up to the table as you subtly tilt the screen away from her.

“What can I get you folks?” she asks with a voice as sweet as honey. Dean turns and answers with his favorite food, pie. You order a grilled cheese and Dean calls you a child which causes you to stick out your tongue. Sam orders a salad despite you telling him to live a little. Then Dean shoves the computer in your face telling you to watch. There your ex friend was, banging on the bars and having herself a tantrum. Even without audio you could tell she was yelling. They offer her one call and this is where you held your breath. She had to call your ex-boyfriend for the next part of the plan to work.

Sam took the computer and starts doing his genius tech stuff and hacks the call. Turning up the audio you hear her begin to talk. “Babe can you pick me up from the mall? These fuck ups have me in the mall’s holding cell for no reason,” she huffs in a whiney voice.

“Of course I’ll be right there,” your ex answers and just hearing his voice made you pissed off but that was for later.

It only took about ten minutes for that scumbag to get there. He gets out of his car and walks into the mall. That’s when you make your way to the bathroom. Once you get inside you lock the door behind you and sneak out of the window. Glancing around at the cameras they were all facing away from you thanks Sammy. Crossing the street you finally reach his car. Taking out the knife from your back you puncture his two back tires and slightly poke through the tire on the front right side. You carve ‘I’m a cheater!’ in his back windshield. Standing back you admire your handy work and make your way back to the restaurant. Shimming into the bathroom window you flush and wash your hands. Walking back to the table you land on Sam’s right with a not so graceful grunt. The cameras were back to where they were supposed to be and you were excited.

“Everything’s in place boys can’t wait to see how it all unfolds,” you announce as you realize your food is all there. Dean was already digging into his pie.

“Revenge never tasted so sweet,” he remarked with a smirk. You throw a napkin at his face laughing.

“That was awful!” you exclaim grabbing a slice of your grilled cheese and stuffing your face. What can you say, plotting made you hungry. When they exited the mall your eyes were glued to the screen.

There were two ways this could go. Option 1 was they figure it all out and although it sucks it’s not the same punch in the gut. Option 2, your favorite option, was everything going according to plan and they feeling like bags of shit.

Their walk to the car had even your brothers on edge. Thankfully they didn’t notice the tires. Brandon gets in the car and then Stacy follows. When she gets in the car sinks down and it looks as if it was because of her. Then when Brandon goes to drive out he reverses only to get stuck in the middle of the parking lot. With the slashed tires he couldn’t get anywhere. So he gets out of the car and checks the back and that’s when he sees your message. Stacy gets out too and they start arguing. It was probably about whose fault the whole thing was but you couldn’t care less. He starts getting frustrated and kicks the passengers side’s tire which miraculously gave it enough pressure to pop said tire. That wasn’t even part of the plan but it was an added bonus to see him scream at himself.

Sitting back you look at your brothers. It gave you comfort knowing that you could count on them for anything. With them by your side, everything might turn out alright.

[thewnchstrs]

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

[assbuttsimagining]

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