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[irradiantsam]

SamBenny AU | Benny leads a fulfilling, but uneventful life running his bakery in Kennebunkport, Maine. When Sam Winchester and his therapy dog come into his bakery one day asking for directions, Benny can’t help but fall for the handsome, mysterious professor. He’s got a sweet tooth, after all. 

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Blood had become a sensitive topic for Sam.  Between the blood he’d been fed as an infant and the blood he’d used to start the Apocalypse, he tried to avoid thinking about blood as much as he could.  In their line of work, there was no avoiding it completely – blood sigils, blood magic, blood-drinking monsters, blood leaking out of his brother way too often.

Then Benny moved into the Bunker with them.  Now one of those blood-drinking monsters was right there, and they had to keep a supply on-hand.  Sam contributed, of course.  He didn’t particularly want to.  It wasn’t because he hated Benny anymore.  He loved Benny.  He just felt bad about asking Benny to drink his tainted blood.

He and Dean had just finished a round of donation when Benny came back from his run into town.  He had an arrangement with a butcher for fresh animal blood.  “Can I ask you something, Sam?”

Sam finished labeling the bag of his blood and turned to face Benny.  “Sure.  What’s up?”

“Why do you label your blood?  There something special about it?  Am I supposed to be avoiding it or using it first?”

Dean grabbed the blood bag out of Sam’s hands and grabbed his own.  “I’ll get these put up and call Cas to come check on us.”

Sam tried to protest, but Dean was already gone.  “You’re supposed to be avoiding it.  Desperate enough situation, it’s better than nothing, so I donate, but my blood’s bad.”

“Haven’t noticed a difference between using yours, Dean’s, or random from the blood bank.  What’s wrong with your blood?  You sick?”

“No, nothing…”  Sam trailed off and tried to figure out how to explain.  “I know Dean told you stories about me in Purgatory.  Did he tell you that my blood is part demonic?”

“No?  How’d that happen?”

“Demon bled into me when I was a baby.  It changed me.”

“Dean did tell me there was a time you started drinkin’ demon blood.  Wish it worked that way for vampires and humans, we drink enough and we become more human.”

“Yeah.  That’s gone, I went through detox, but I gave up my chance at purification.  My blood’s still tainted.”

“Is it?  That demon-curing ritual, you seemed pretty convinced it would work even on Crowley, and from what you said it would have if you’d gone through with the last hit.  Seems to me that demon-tainted blood wouldn’t be much good for curin’ a demon.”

“Well, I had to… purify… but that wasn’t…”  Sam stopped.  Benny had a very good point and he couldn’t come up with an argument.  His blood had worked.  He’d been so close to curing Crowley and making him human again.  Either the purification ritual was literal, and his blood had been cleansed, or it wasn’t, and his blood wasn’t tainted to begin with.

“I’m tellin’ you, Sam.  I only know if I use your blood because you label the bag.  There’s no difference in how fast or how well it lets me heal.  I can’t taste anything weird in there.  I think maybe you aren’t tainted at all.”

“It’s not just that easy to make me believe, you know.”

“I know.  Think maybe you needed to hear it, though.  You ever need to hear it again, I’ll tell you whenever you want.”

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Okay I’m back, I’m still crying but not as hard

This is so sweet and sad and angsty and I love Benny reassuring Sam and Sam admitting that one reassurance isn’t enough but BENNY PROMISING TO HELP HIM OH GOSH I AM DEAD

[jamesnovakwinchester]

SBLW - Day 1

Benny

Despite the fact that it was Sam’s idea to invite Benny to move into the bunker after they returned from Purgatory together, things are still chilly between the two of them, to say the least. Not that Benny didn’t make an effort to thaw the ice. 

After a year in the trenches with him, he knows how Dean can be and he knows he’s heard nothing but good things about Sam from him. So he’s willing to overlook the original animosity between himself and Sam. After all, Sam and Dean are a rare kind of hunter to let a vampire live, let alone be making room for him in their home. So he made himself right at home in the bunker’s kitchen, whipping up the rich Cajun foods his mamma used to make and baking pies in every flavor in hope of one of them striking Sam’s fancy. 

He tried not to feel disheartened when Sam only picked at the food he cooked and never went for dessert. Benny knows he’s a good cook. He hasn’t eaten real food in a cool century, but judging by the pornographic sounds Dean makes as he eats his third helping, Benny thinks it’s safe to say he hasn’t lost his touch. 

It isn’t until Dean finally takes pity on Benny and tells him how his little brother prefers “rabbit food” to the heart attack inducing meals that Dean would reminisce about when they were in Purgatory together that Benny thinks he can start making some headway with the little Winchester. He knows it’s absurd to think of Sam Winchester as little, but still recovering from the toll of the trials, he is no longer the intimidating figure Benny thought of him as after their first meeting. 

Benny asks Sam to take him to the farmer’s market the next day. He feigns ignorance about where to find one and even pretends he can’t understand how to use the GPS on his confangled new cell phone with the too small buttons that Dean insisted he get. Sam looks a little suspicious, but he’s never been outright rude to Benny so he gives in. 

Benny’s attempts at making conversation on the drive there are met with grunts and one word answers. Sam seems lost in thought so eventually Benny gives up and they lapse into heavy silence.

Sam

Sam knows he’s being a bit irrational. He’s never been the type of hunter to overlook the existence of good in monsters. Dean is the one who usually sees things in black and white. Things have just felt so… upside down since he got back from Hell. After the demon blood, after being soulless, he just wanted to do good, to be good. To be worthy of Dean’s love. To not fuck up again. But it seems that’s all Sam does. 

Things are so tangled up in Sam’s head these days, like his mind is still fatigued from the trials, that it’s hard to tell what hunter morality he’s supposed to follow now. Trying to work out whether he should trust Benny to have his back on a hunt or whether he should bar his bedroom door at night seems like a Herculean task. Benny used to kill to feed, but now he doesn’t. If killing people means Benny should die, does that mean Sam should, too? The answer to that should be easy, but it’s not anymore. There are things… The things Dean said to him. Benny has been more of a brother to me this past year than you’ve ever been. And then there are the trials and everything they meant. You’re a monster, Sam– a vampire. And there is Amy, always Amy. No matter how hard you try, you are what you are. You will kill again. And the constant fear in the back of Sam’s mind that none of this is real. You gotta believe me. You’ve gotta make it stone number one and build on it. And Amy who didn’t ask to be a monster, and Jacob who didn’t deserve to lose his mother. You can be pissed all you want, but quit being a bitch. And, and… It doesn’t matter, in the end. Keeping his distance from Benny, from everyone really, is for the best anyway. Lucifer is probably playing a trick on him and any minute now he’ll wake up and–

“Sam, Sam, SAM!!!” He comes to to Benny shaking his shoulder, horns blaring behind them as the light they are standing at has turned green. Face burning in embarrassment, Sam drives the rest of the way to the farmer’s market under Benny’s watchful gaze. 

“Are you sure you’re alright, cher?” Benny asks for the fifth time. The term of endearment makes Sam’s cheeks burn for a different reason, although he can’t say what that is. 

“Yeah, Benny, I just wasn’t paying attention.”

“You always start hyperventilating when you’re lost in thought?” Sam doesn’t have an answer for that, but considering he could’ve gotten them both killed, he decides to be nice to Benny for the rest of the day.

Instead of going off and doing his own thing, Sam dutifully follows Benny around the farmer’s market as he purchases red onions, various kinds of peppers, mushrooms, beets, spinach, clementines, and fresh goat cheese from the vendors Sam recommends.

Against his better judgment, Sam finds it cute that a big bear of a man can be so serious about picking mushrooms that are the perfect ripeness. 

Dean

The last thing Dean expects to see when he comes to the kitchen for his pre-dinner refreshment is Benny cooking something that smells delicious on the stove. Wait, no, he sees that a lot these days and he loves it. But seeing his brother in there with the vampire is a surprise. 

Sam’s at the table chopping stuff up and hmming along to a story Benny is telling from his vampirate days about his coven taking over a Caribbean rum-running boat during Prohibition. He’s not saying much, but Dean can tell the history geek inside Sam is giddy at getting to hear a firsthand account. 

Seeing Sammy hunched over a cutting board, that cute line of concentration between his brows as he carefully chops beets (beets?) reminds Dean of the serious look on Sam’s face when he used to do his physics homework as a kid. Cooking has never been Sam’s forte, but he’s making an effort. For Benny. 

Dean feels a pang of jealousy at the thought of his friend cozying up to his brother, but he beats it down with a stick before it can turn into something ugly. Sam deserves better than that from him and Sam deserves a friend. So does Benny, but Sam will always come first because, y’know, soulmates or whatever. Without letting his presence be known, Dean quietly heads back to his room to give them more time to get to know each other.

When Sam comes and gets him for dinner, Dean’s pleasantly surprised to see his little brother eat more than his usual few bites of the vegetarian quiche and spinach and beets (beets!) salad Sam and Benny made together that afternoon. And he’s even more pleased that he doesn’t have to eat that shit because Benny made him country fried steak and mashed potatoes.

Sam and Benny being in a room together for longer than fifteen minutes starts to become a regular occurrence. Sam starts trusting Benny to watch his back on hunts. When Sam and Dean are shooting the shit and having a beer, Benny starts joining them with a blood bag of his own.  When Dean and Benny are making magic happen in the kitchen, Sam shyly asks them what he can do to help. Seeing how well the three of them work as a unit eases the last of the wariness Dean had about Sam and Benny’s growing friendship. And seeing Sam come to life again after the trials makes Dean want to nurture their relationship.

A few weeks after their first trip to the farmer’s market, Sam comes up with the idea to start their own herb garden, saying it’ll be helpful for not only spells, but also cooking. Dean refuses to participate in anything that requires digging in the goddamn dirt like a dog, but he can’t deny it’d be useful. The bunker is so off the beaten path, it takes a good thirty minutes of driving to get to a grocery store, which is a pain in the ass in a pinch.

When Sam and Benny come inside after a few hours of planting their newly purchased seeds, sweaty and covered in soil, Dean can’t help but quip, “You lovebirds have fun getting down and dirty?” Sam rolls his eyes, but Dean doesn’t miss how his cheeks pink up. 

Benny, on the other hand, rises to the bait. “A gentleman never tells, brother.” And he fucking winks at Dean, like that’s a totally okay thing for him to do. 

Dean doesn’t think much of it, however, until a few days later when he comes back to the bunker after a night with a gorgeous brunette with a fantastic rack that he met on Tinder. (“Shut up, Sam, my profile picture fucking rocks.”) On his way to the shower, Dean makes a pit stop in the kitchen for a post-breakfast snack. This time, when he sees Sam and Benny in the kitchen together, locked in a deep kiss, Dean has no qualms about making his presence known.

“All right, all right, keep it in your pants when I’m around, kids. Sammy, go put on a shirt, you’re indecent!” Sam smacks him in the shoulder and starts lecturing him about privacy, Dean, ever heard of it? while Benny grins, cheeky and proud, with his arm around Sam’s waist, and Dean knows they’re gonna be okay. 

-SBLW anon

[saintedsam]

Day 1 - Firsts

Hi there, it’s your sambenny love week anon with day 1. It’s like their first attempt at friendship and it somehow ended up being mostly angst with a side of hallucinating!sam.

Sam doesn’t get Benny. Sure, at first it was sort of hate at first sight but Sam is self-aware enough to know that he never grew out of the stage of little brother that doesn’t like sharing his big brother. There was a lot of hurt, too, because he and Dean both found someone else but only Dean can keep his new friend. Plus there’s the whole Dean can be friends with monsters but God forbid Sam try, because Dean can keep his monsters in line but Sam is just like them. Or whatever.

The point is, Sam spends a lot of time skirting the Benny issue. He doesn’t call Martin, as much as he’d like to, and he doesn’t give Dean shit when he catches him sneaking out. He basically just pretends Benny doesn’t exist.

That goes to shit when he’s doing the Trials and he gets stuck in Purgatory with Bobby’s soul. He’s just starting to think that they’re going to be stuck there, leviathan kibble for the rest of eternity, when Benny shows up. They fight well together and Sam holds Bobby back afterwards.

“He’s Dean’s friend,” Sam explains, almost following it up with a like you but he stops himself. It’s not Bobby’s fault. Dean’s just easier to get along with, always has been.

He ignores the look Benny gives him and soon he’s crawling out of Hell’s backyard, two too many souls in his body. He’s been possessed enough to know exactly what and how many are in him and it’s extremely disconcerting. When they get topside, he nearly swallows his tongue in his rush to get them out- out- out!

Unfortunately, Dean thinks Benny did such a great job saving Sam that he should tag along back to the bunker. Sam doesn’t like the bunker, too empty and cold and full of what-ifs, but that doesn’t mean he’s okay with a vampire moving in, not that Dean bothers to ask.

It also makes the whole pretending Benny doesn’t exist thing much harder. Instead of potential cases and sneaky phone calls, Benny’s presence fills every nook and cranny of the old bunker. He’s in the kitchen pushing Dean away from the stove, he’s in the garage tinkering with an old motorcycle, he’s in the library thumbing through the bookshelves, he’s in the archives looking at the old artifacts with curiosity and caution. Ignoring Benny is like trying to ignore a ghoul chewing on your arm. Sam knows because he’s had to ignore that too.

He tries to be polite, uses his please and thank yous and always leaves the room when Benny and Dean are hanging out. He does everything he can to not upset Benny. Whether it’s because pissing off a vampire is like poking a bear with a stick or because he’s afraid of Dean’s temper more than ever these days, he doesn’t know. He just keeps his head down and his mouth shut.

That is, until he comes home from a run and finds Benny in his room.

“What the Hell are you doing in here?” Sam spits out, extremely conscious of his pounding heart. He knows Benny’s been sticking to bagged blood but live prey is a siren’s song to vampires.

Benny shrugs. “We need to talk.”

“No, we don’t,” Sam says harshly. He can feel the hot anger creeping up his face and yelling is inevitable at this point. He tries his best to stay calm and get Benny out of his room. “Get out.”

“Such anger,” Benny says jokingly but the words flip a switch in Sam’s brain. He sees Benny’s lips moving but the whole world’s gone blurry.

“Get out!” Sam yells, striking like a snake and curling his fingers in Benny’s henley. He throws him toward the door and snatches a knife of his desk. “Get the fuck out of my room!”

“What the Hell is going on here?”

Sam turns and sees Dean, his big brother, standing in the hall. Except it’s not his brother, not with that smirk and those ice blue eyes.

“I’m going to kill you,” he hisses, moving forward with the knife. “I’m so fucking sick of you ruining my life! Get out! Get out of my room and get. Out. Of. My. Head!”

He thinks he sees ‘Dean’ frown and pull Benny away but ignores it and throws his door shut. He falls on his bed, tucking the knife under his pillow, and cries himself to sleep.

It’s dark when he wakes to a soft knock on the door.

“Come in,” Sam croaks. His head is pounding and his throat is dry and he knows deep in his bones that he’ll have to apologize to Dean again. It’s been awhile since he’s had an episode, but that doesn’t mean that they’re gone.

“It’s me,” Benny says quietly, almost a whisper. “I brought pills and water.”

“I take back every bad thing I’ve ever said about you,” Sam whispers into his pillow. He knows Benny’s can hear him, just like he can see him in the dark room. “Dean?”

“He was working on the car with a sick look on his face until about ten minutes ago. He said he was going for dinner.”

Sam knows that means his brother is upset but trying to bury it. And he’s bringing home soup from the diner in Lebanon as a ‘sorry I left you in a hole with the devil and now you’re crazy’ gift.

“Here.”

Sam lifts his head and feels cold water run down his throat followed by two small pills. He swallows carefully and lays back down, eager to go back to sleep until Dean gets back.

“Thank you.”

“Y’know, if we had ever talked, we could’ve avoided this.”

“I know,” Sam says. “But why would we talk?”

“We live together,” Benny says, confused.

“No, you and Dean live together. I just live here.”

“What does that mean?”

Sam frowns and rubs his face against the pillow. This is definitely not helping his headache.

“You and Dean are friends, we’re not, and Dean and I barely manage to be brothers.”

“We could be friends,” Benny says and if Sam wasn’t tired and in pain he’d say it sounds almost hopeful. “Y’know, if you could find the time to talk to me.”

“Dean’s friends never want to be my friends,” Sam says tiredly and in some distant way he knows he’s being childish but he’s just so tired.

“Well, that’s not what I’m about. Dean tells me you’re a good man and that’s good enough for me so we’re friends now, Sam.”

“I’d like that,” Sam slurs as he falls asleep. For a second he thinks he feels fingers in his hair but then the dreams take over.

Oh noooo anon this is so angsty and so good. Especially the “He’s Dean’s friend, like you” and two too many souls. 

And man it sucks when you’re stuck as the little sibling always. I still feel that too. ;-;

(and do you know about my Sam and Benny in Purgatory weakness??)

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*skids in just before midnight* sorry for the delay! I got caught up in a side project

“What does that mean?” Sam asks sleepily, head pillowed on Benny’s chest.

Benny doesn’t pause from where he’s tracing random patterns on Sam’s bare back. “What’s what mean?”

“What you called me earlier.”

“Called you a lot of things earlier,” Benny chuckles. “Hot, beautiful…” His hand drifts lower, just brushing against the curve of Sam’s ass. “Tight.”

Sam shivers and wriggles closer. “Mm, yeah, but- something French. I think it was French.”

“Cher?” Benny guesses. “S’ just a term of endearment.”

“No, I know that one,” Sam says. “I hadn’t heard this one before. Shoot? Chew?”

“Oh,” Benny says, splaying his hand across Sam’s lower back. “Chou.”

“Yeah, that one,” Sam says with a sleepy hum. “I couldn’t tell what you were saying before.”

“Well my mouth was a little otherwise occupied,” Benny teases, hand drifting towards Sam’s ass again. A lazy twitch of Sam’s hip has him moving it back to safer territory.

“Not now,” Sam mutters. “What’s it mean? Chew.”

“Chou,” Benny corrects. “It means, uh, sweetie, I s'pose? Technically sweet bun. Or, well, cabbage.”

Sam snorts out a surprised laugh. “You called me a cabbage while you were eating my ass? What the hell?”

“Sweet bun,” Benny says defensively. “I called you sweet. Cabbage is a literal translation. And don’t pretend that English pet names aren’t just as weird.”

“We don’t call people cabbage,” Sam points out. “Seriously, what the hell?”

“You call people ‘stud muffin,’ Benny points out. “How is that any better than cabbage, which, by the by, I didn’t call you? I called you sweetie.”

“Aw,” Sam coos. “Don’t get upset, you’ll always be my lettuce.”

Benny laughs and shoves gently at Sam. “Shut up.”

“Hey, be nice to me, Brussel sprout,” Sam scolds with a grin. “You’re my very special kale. I love you so much, arugula-“

“You eat too much healthy food,” Benny says flatly. “I don’t think that last one exists.”

“’Course it exists, I’m in bed with it,” Sam laughs. “And you are a very sexy cabbage indeed.”

Omg this is so freaking cute! I absolutely love it. I can totally see this happening. I love how natural and in character your humor and fluff is, anon. And you incorporate Benny’s Cajun culture into the stories so well. Also, Benny’s line about calling Sam a lot of things hit my pet names and dirty talk kinks so hard, hot damn 👀👀👀 (Sorry I couldn’t post this Thursday! My schedule has been crazy this week.)

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SamBenny Love Week Day 1 - Firsts

The first time Sam meets Benny, it’s awkward.  Dean’s pissed at Sam for abandoning him to Purgatory, Sam’s grateful to have his brother back but feels like Dean’s not willing to consider what it was like for Sam, and they’re fighting.  And then Sam learns that Dean’s been buddying it up with a vampire.  A monster.  A killer.

And Dean had the nerve to act surprised that Sam went for the machete.

Sam knew the difference between “not human” and “monster”.  Lots of overlap, but not synonymous.  Benny was a blind spot.  Intellectually, he knew that if Dean trusted Benny, then Benny was probably not going to be a problem – and if he betrayed Dean, Dean would be the first in line to take his head off.  It was just too hard looking at this vampire Dean was putting so much faith in and wondering why he couldn’t put that same faith in Sam.

The first time Sam had a civil conversation with Benny was after the mess with Elizabeth and Martin and Desmond.  Against his better judgment, he listened to Dean.  When he learns the truth about what’s happening in that town, he calls off Martin and goes to talk to Benny himself.  It’s awkward, but it ends with an agreement.

Sam helps Benny as much as he can over the next few months, and when they discover the Bunker, Sam supports Dean’s decision to invite Benny.  Benny helps support Sam through the Trials and the illnesses, helping him stay on his feet.

The first time Sam kisses Benny, it’s even more awkward than that first conversation.  Benny jerks back and practically runs away.  He comes back several minutes later, and Sam can smell the mouthwash.  “Sam, don’t take this wrong.  You didn’t misread anything, I would love to be kissin’ you right now, but I can’t.  Not while you’re coughin’ blood.  I can taste it, and I can’t.”

Sam felt much better about things as he cuddled into Benny’s arms.  He probably should have thought of that.

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

Oh geez, poor Benny, wanting to kiss Sam but also being like “this is a really really bad idea.” And poor Sam, he was probably panicking for those few minutes. And it ends with cuddles!!! My kinda fic, tbh

[jamesnovakwinchester]

SBLW Day 5

Fluffy, quirky headcanons day! I hope you enjoy these :)

Benny’s beard makes Sam giggle when they kiss.

Benny’s beard makes Sam moan when Benny goes down on him. He is always a gentleman though and rubs lotion on Sam’s beard burn afterwards. 

Benny thinks his fingers are too thick to work a touchscreen properly and he doesn’t fully understand autocorrect so his texts to Sam often read something like, “Miss yiu. Cant wait til u get bAck from thia hunk. I’m gonna cover u in Neosporin xo” followed a few minutes later by “****kisses FUCK” which never fails to make Sam laugh and Dean groan when he makes the mistake of asking what Sam is laughing at.

Whenever Benny is feeling down on himself because of his vampiric nature and the constant lust for fresh blood that he is always fighting to resist, Sam is there to lift him up and comfort him, remind Benny how strong and good he is, and how Sam will never let him fall. It helps that Sam struggles with a bloodlust of his own and understands what Benny is going through.

They took the physical aspect of their relationship slowly at Sam’s request. He let Benny know when he was ready to take the next step by texting Benny a sultry nude photo with the simple message “waiting for you” when he knew Benny was playing poker with Dean in the kitchen. It’s not Benny’s fault that he sputtered the blood he was sipping on all over the table (Benny! Gross, man.) and he still teases Sam that he owes Benny $600 for the full house of sixes over kings that he folded before hightailing it to Sam’s room. 

Whenever Sam is feeling depressed or he has a really terrible nightmare, he seeks comfort in Benny’s arms. They cuddle up close, preferably naked, with Sam’s head tucked under Benny’s chin and Benny’s arms wrapped around him tight, as if they are all that’s holding Sam together. Sam likes to press his face into Benny’s neck or his chest and inhale Benny’s scent; he smells earthy like the pine trees that surround the bunker and it calms Sam’s anxious thoughts. Benny usually doesn’t say much, just strokes Sam’s hair and his back and murmurs sweet nothings to Sam until he lets out his emotions and cries, tells Benny what’s on his mind, or dozes off. Sometimes all of the above. Benny isn’t sure if he’s really helping Sam, but he always seems lighter and smiles more easily afterwards so Benny counts it as a win. 

Benny’s skin runs a bit cold– chilled, if you will– so one of Sam and Benny’s favorite things to do in their downtime is take hot baths together in the antique clawfoot tubs the bunker has. Surprisingly (because shh these are headcanons), they’re big enough to comfortably accommodate both men. Benny pretends he thinks those fancy bath bombs Sam likes to use on occasion are frivolous, but Sam knows he liked how soft the seaweed one made his skin feel.

Slowly, Benny helps Sam confront the sordid history of all the nonconsensual things that happened to him and he begins to heal. As an unexpected but welcome result, Sam starts to enjoy sex again like he hasn’t since, well, since he was soulless (and while soulless!Sam enjoyed that, soulful Care Bear Sam doesn’t look back on those memories too fondly). Together, Sam and Benny explore an array of kinks in a safe environment. Sometimes it’s hot (the racy lingerie and vibrating dildo they ordered), sometimes it’s not (Sam’s not a fan of being tied up, they discover), and sometimes it’s downright ridiculous (when they tried roleplay and Sam couldn’t make it through his act as the sexy librarian without giggling… the glasses were hot though, they kept the glasses). 

Benny is always trying to get Sam not to work so hard. Still, when Sam insists on staying up late researching (which happens too much, if you ask Benny, but he’s learned to pick his battles), Benny will give Sam mini shoulder massages as he pores over an ancient tome and bring him fresh coffee and a snack. Despite Benny’s urging that “you’ve done enough for tonight, Sam, come to bed,” Sam usually falls asleep at the library desk. Instead of waking him up, Benny just carries Sam to bed. 

-SBLW anon

These are so freaking good, anon!!

[saintedsam]

Day 2 - Blood

Hi there, it’s your sambenny love week anon here with some blood drinking and fluff. Enjoy! Also, sorry Dean keeps coming out the bad guy :( Season 8 was just rough.

When Benny first moves into the bunker, there’s definitely tension. Whether it’s because Dean has a new friend and Sam doesn’t like it or it’s because Sam has tried to hunt Benny before is irrelevant. There’s tension. Sam does his best to ignore Benny’s presence but the air is practically crackling between him and Dean. Dean’s daring him to make some comment and Sam…Sam is just sick to death of it.

Instead of saying all the things he wants to say, about Madison and Lenore and Amy and Jack and all the other monsters that weren’t good enough because Sam was the one that defended them, he just keeps his mouth shut and his head down. He sneaks passed the rooms full of laughter and friendship, often avoiding Dean for days and sometimes giving up on meals just so he doesn’t have to see him. That’s why it’s not until almost three months later that he even notices Benny and his peculiar diet.

He’s in the kitchen, mixing up a smoothie for his post-run snack, when he hears the fridge open. His body locks up before he remembers that Dean is out on a supply run and won’t be back until tomorrow. He turns to see Benny pulling a hand out of the fridge, a cold blood bag in his hand.

“Oh,” Sam says, almost startled.

Benny freezes like he had been hoping Sam wouldn’t notice him. He tilts his head and if Sam thought he was the deer in the proverbial headlights he was wrong.

“I can take this to my room,” Benny offers, shaking the bag in his hand. “That’s what I do when Dean’s in here.”

“No, it’s fine,” Sam says before he can think about it, but it’s still true. “It’s a kitchen, you eat in kitchens. Regardless of what you’re…eating.”

“Drinking, but I get your point,” Benny says. He hesitates but eventually sits at the table across from Sam. “Definitely looks more appetizing than what you’ve got there.”

So used to Dean bitching about his food, Sam’s defenses come up immediately. He suddenly wishes he had been the one to go to his room, despite the firm belief that food belongs in the kitchen even after years in motels.

“It’s a protein smoothie and it’s delicious,” He snaps, not looking up from the milky pink in front of him. That is, not until he hears Benny laugh.

“Hey, man, more power to you,” Benny says, shrugging. His blood bag lays on the table, untouched. “It’s been years since I’ve been able to enjoy anything more than blood so it all looks wrong to me.”

“If you’re hungry for blood, why aren’t you drinking?” Sam asks and motions to the bag. Any time the attention isn’t on him or his choices is a good time.

“Didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” Benny says.

Sam laughs, but it’s an ugly, harsh sound. “I used to drink demon blood, remember? I’m sure Dean told you all about that.”

“Actually, he didn’t,” Benny says, but it’s in that calm voice he always uses. If Sam’s honest, it’s actually really relaxing to listen to but he doesn’t understand why that’s what Benny sounds like now, after being told one of Sam’s biggest failures.

“Surprise, surprise,” He mutters to himself. He looks up at Benny, at his relaxed body and his nonjudgmental expression and lets it all out. “It made me stronger, made my psychic powers stronger. I kept telling myself I was doing good work, but I think I really just liked the way it made me feel.”

“What were you doing?”

Sam laughs again, sad this time. “I was trying to save the world.”

Benny’s eyes light up and he leans forward, nodding. “Now, see, Dean did tell me that one. Took the devil on and won, is that right?”

“It didn’t feel much like winning.”

“It never does,” Benny says. “At least, not in the beginning. But I bet it felt a whole hell of a lot like winning when you got out.”

Surprisingly, Sam finds himself nodding. The whole year is just a blur of one wrong choice after the next, but taking the reigns from Lucifer and jumping in the pit felt like redemption.

“Yeah, I guess it did.”

Benny smiles, a soft happy thing that Sam hasn’t seen much of on anybody lately, and lifts his blood bag. “Here’s to the wins.”

“To the wins,” Sam agrees, taking a drink of his smoothie at the same time Benny bites into the bag. A little squirt of blood splashes onto Benny’s cheek and he looks so shocked, much like earlier, that Sam can’t hold his laughter in. It’s deep and loud and it feels good, unlike anything he’s felt lately.

He’s lucky enough to get that same feeling the next morning when Dean comes home to find Sam and Benny in the kitchen, catching them trying to engineer a way to use a straw with Benny’s blood bag like a-

“Vampire CapriSun?” Dean says, incredulous.

“If it works, we’re going on the market,” Benny says in the most serious voice and Sam laughs so hard he misses the surprised and then indulgent look on Dean’s face, too busy imagining all the hardass vampires they’ve met sucking on bloody CapriSuns.

. . . Now I've been wondering if vampires could consume more than just the blood (I think it was touched on in that Hibbing 911 episode, that those vamps ate the whole body). So maybe Sam could make Benny bloody smoothies like Sheila did in Santa Clarita Diet lol.

[irradiantsam]

(I’m so sorry for missing yesterday! Life exploded on me a little bit. But anyways, here’s day six, combined with the day seven reveal. I’ve really enjoyed writing these this week, and I hope you’ve enjoyed reading them ^u^)

They never get married, not legally. Benny’s been dead for years and Sam is supposed to be, and it doesn’t feel right to have a full ceremony using fake identities. What’s the point of marrying two people that don’t exist?

Instead, they get rings, and they introduce themselves as husbands. Sometimes they argue about when their anniversary is, because Sam was out of town when the rings arrived at home and didn’t make it back until two days after Benny had started wearing his. They celebrate twice a year, three days apart. Benny plans the first day, and Sam the second. Dean throws in a third possible anniversary date a month later when he takes them out to dinner, orders a bottle of champagne, gets spectacularly drunk, and delivers an impromptu best man speech in the middle of the restaurant. They don’t make him celebrate that one with them every year, but drinking champagne and mimicking his slurred speech have become as much a tradition as their actual anniversaries.

When Sam is almost forty, a lucky shot from a shapeshifter costs him his left lung. There are some injuries a hunter can recover from, but hunting with one lung is just too dangerous even for Sam. All the same, it takes two more close calls and the combined efforts of Dean, Benny, and Cas to convince him to retire. He helps with the research for younger hunters sometimes—one Sam got out, it didn’t take long for Dean to follow him into retirement—and Sam LaFitte teaches a few online classes at the local community college.

Two years after his retirement, and six months into getting his master’s degree, Sam comes home one day with a box full of puppies he found abandoned on the side of the road. The plan was, of course, to give them out to good homes. Unsurprisingly, that doesn’t happen. Jody takes one. One, sadly, doesn’t live more than an hour after Sam rescues him, and they plant a cherry tree over his grave in the backyard. The other three stay with Sam and Benny. In honor of their lost brother Cherry, they’re named Honeydew, Mango, and Peaches. Honey follows Sam wherever he goes, Mango is most often found in the library regardless of who else is there, and Peaches is never far from Benny’s side, sweet and loving and spoiled rotten because Benny is chronically unable to say no when she begs for a treat from the table.

They paint the kitchen. The wooden chairs in the library get slowly replaced with padded computer chairs with extra lumbar support. After Mango whacks her head on the corner of the table one too many times, bigger than she has yet realized, Benny caves in and buys childproof foam corners to cover the sharp edges. Diagrams of monster anatomy are slowly replaced with framed pictures of family vacations. A shelf is cleared off in the library to make way for scrapbooks and boxes of letters sent back and forth with friends across the country.

Sam begins attending Alcoholics Anonymous meetings in town (“whiskey,” he says when they ask, and tries not to think of the copper tang of blood on his tongue) and finally gets the support and understanding he’s been craving for years. He and Benny have his sponsor over for dinner several times, and years later, they also have over the kids that Sam has begun sponsoring. He carries his one year, five year, ten year coins with pride. Benny holds his hands and kisses him and loves him. Sam loves him back.

Honey butts in between them, eager to be kissed and loved on as well, and any more intimacy gets put off for another night in favor of cuddling with the dogs—Peaches and Mango aren’t ever far behind.

But that’s okay. There will be another time. There’s always another time, there’s so much time. They have forever to love each other, and their dogs, and the lost barely-more-than-kids that Sam brings home and Benny stuffs full of home cooked meals. They’ve got the rest of time, and enough love to last them that long.

- @glitter-lisp

OMGGGGG I LOVE THIS SO HECKIN’ MUCH.╰( ♥ ヮ ♥ )╯Sam and Benny getting rings and the anniversary shenanigans with Dean giving a best man speech ;-; And omg the puppies!!!! And having to childproof the table for Mango lol. I love the idea of them personalizing their house, it’s such a normal thing that Sam has denied himself for so many years. The idea of Sam and Benny going on vacation!! And taking pictures!! And displaying them!! Is so wonderful and has made my heart feels so full. And aaah Sam going to AA and him and Benny lowkey adopting a bunch of kids is so perfect. We clearly have a very similar endgame for them because a lot of these elements (the boys retiring, them marrying, but not really marrying, the puppos, the house, Sam teaching) were incorporated in the message I sent to my match, too! And yes, I have absolutely adored reading your messages everyday. I had a feeling it was you because I LOVE your sambenny writing and I thought I recognized your style 👀 Idk how I lucked out, but I’m so glad I did! Thank you so much for sending me such great ficlets all week 💗💗💗 And shout out to @sambennyloveweek for organizing this event, it’s the most fun I’ve had on tumblr in a long time.

[irradiantsam]

AU day! Based off one of my favorite book series, The Paper Magician. Really all you need to know to understand it is that magicians bond themselves to one type of item, such as rubber, metal, stone, or whatever, and can then only use magic involving that item.

“That’s incredible,” Benny breathes, and Sam blushes.

“It’s not rocket science,” he says, ducking his head and holding out his hands.

Benny gently takes the small, carefully folded paper hummingbird into his own hands, staring down at it in amazement. It looks back at him, ruffles its wings, and hops once across his palms. “No,” Benny says, “it’s magic. This is amazing.”

Sam worries that his face might actually catch fire with the heat of his blush, which would prove unfortunate for the little origami creatures he’s worked so hard on. “It, really, it’s only paper magic. Some people can control metal, or fire. Paper isn’t all that exciting.”

“Sam, you made this. With magic. You took a plain piece of paper and you turned it into a beautiful, living thing. That’s pretty damn excitin’ to me.” Benny carefully strokes one finger down the hummingbird’s back, and it makes a soft, rustling noise of a page being turned, the closest it can come to chirping its enjoyment. “Hell, mirror magic don’t seem like nothin’ compared to this.”

Sam perks up at that. “You do mirror magic?”

“Mhm. Graduated a few years back, opened my own place with a buddy of mine. Of course, no one much needs mirrors to communicate anymore, but it’s still the fastest way to get around, and of course we do repairs.” Sam nods, mulling over Benny’s words.

“You own the place over on Elizabeth Street, then? I think I’ve passed it once or twice.”

Benny smiles, and Sam’s surprised to see a matching blush on the older man’s cheeks. “I think I’ve seen you passing once or twice. You always look in a hurry.”

“Oh, well.” Sam is flustered, surprised that Benny’s even noticed him before he came over to Sam’s stall. “I usually am. I’m only a month out from graduating, and my teacher’s been running me ragged, between studying, practicing, and running the stall here.”

Sam loves his teacher like an uncle, but he’ll be the first to admit that Wyatt can be something of a taskmaster. He’s determined to see Sam succeed, even if it means working him almost to death. Still, running the paper stall in the market place is one of Sam’s favorite tasks. Business is usually slow enough that he has time to study in between customers, but not so slow that he gets bored. There’s always someone who wants a bouquet of paper flowers, or a journal that will only open for them.

Or a paper hummingbird that Benny is still smiling at with real wonder in his eyes, calloused hands delicately tracing the fold of one wing. He looks up at Sam with a smile, and Sam finds himself grinning back.

Maybe he’ll find a reason to pass by Elizabeth Street on his way home today.

OMG ANON, THIS IS SO LOVELY. I have never read anything like this kind of fantasy au, but I really love fantasy and witchy!Sam aus so this was such a treat to find in my inbox after a long ass day. The imagery of the little hummingbird’s chirp sounding like the page of a book turning was so delightful. I love the idea of blushy Sam using his hands to give life to something for Benny and also the image of a teeny lil paper bird in Benny’s thick hands. AND THE MR. WYATT MENTION OMG. I was expecting the uncle-like teacher to be Bobby, but ayyy it was wee!Sam’s favorite teacher #mrwyattappreciation

Thank you so much for this fantastic au, anon! You are spoiling me so much 💗💗💗

[irradiantsam]

SBLW anon here, with domestic fluff that does kind of fall under the "first time" theme! Let's go!

“I really don’t think this is a good idea,” Sam says, peering over Benny’s shoulder. Benny reaches up to flick Sam’s nose without looking up from the mixing bowl full of flour and seasonings. “Shut up, this is a classic.” Sam scoffs but steps out of Benny’s reach before he speaks again. “I just feel like maybe these aren’t supposed to be eaten? Maybe God put a slimy green coating on these for a reason. And maybe that reason was so that, you know, no one would eat them.” 1/5

Sam can’t see Benny’s face from where he’s standing, but Benny is considerate enough to look over his shoulder so that Sam can see his eye roll. “Why’re you so skittish about this? You’ve eaten weirder things than frog legs before.” Sam grimaces. “Yeah, but only under great duress. Or a lot of alcohol. Sometimes both.” Benny snickers, and Sam frowns. “You know, a lot of frogs are poisonous. It’s a defense mechanism, to prevent exactly this situation.” 2/5

“Cher, do you really think I’d feed you something poisonous?” Benny asks. Sam mumbles something but can’t come up with a good answer. Benny nods and resumes battering the frog legs. “Besides, you can ask anyone. Frog legs taste like chicken. You’ll love it.” Sam sighs and steps forward so he can drop his chin on Benny’s shoulder, watching the frog legs make their way from the plate to the bowl to the frying pan. “I think I might be allergic to frogs,” he offers, and Benny snorts. 3/5“Oh really? And when did that happen?” Sam can’t help but grin at Benny’s incredulous tone, but he’s careful to keep his own voice perfectly serious. “I don’t know. It’s pretty recent. Pretty sure the allergy only actually developed as soon as you told me what you were making for dinner. In fact, I can feel my throat closing up right now. Ack, I can barely breathe.” He can feel Benny shaking with laughter where Sam is plastered against his back, and his own grin only widens. 4/5

“Help,” he gasps. “Vision going dark! Skin breaking out in hives! Only normal American cuisine can save me. Quick, make a salad!” Sam paws at Benny’s side when no salad appears on the counter, and Benny only laughs harder. “Fine, fine, I’ll make you a side salad, and if you really don’t like the frog you can eat that instead. More for me.” Sam plants a sloppy kiss on Benny’s cheek with a whispered thank you, and is only a little chagrined to find that he does, in fact, love the frog legs. 5/5

OMGGGG, this is so cute, I love it so freaking much! I love chef!Benny cooking for Sam, the comfortable domestic fluff, and pet names are a secret weakness of mine (anyone who disagrees that Benny would call Sam cher can FIGHT ME). Thank you so much, dear anon. This is perfect. I smiled and giggled the whole way through and Sam’s desperate plea for a salad and Benny humoring him was the icing on this delicious sambenny cake 💗💗💗