#the easy ones tho. not much brain power needed just numbers numbers numbers numbers till i start seeing double

[jabeur]

no pls i can feel another night of taking 4 hours to fall asleep. spare me. on my knees

[fangirlofeverythingme]

“This is (not) the way to girl’s heart” - Bad Pick-up Lines Challenge

Author: fangirlofeverythingme

Reader gender: Female

Paring: Sam x Reader

Words count: 1770

Warnings: fluff, bad pick-up line but that was the whole point, awkwardness, a lot of smiling, grinning etc.,  Sam’s offending good looks (cause that’s definitely a warning)

A/N: It’s been a long, long while since i postet a fic... This one is written for @andtheraincamefalling  Bad Pick-up Line Challenge. My prompt was: “Hey, I lost my number, can I have yours?” Even though it’s Dean who uses cheesy pick-up lines, this one had to be Sam x Reader, I couldn’t help myself .

Apparently, I cannot write drabbles, no matter how hard I try, they always get out of control. So here it is, a full story. Sorry for the mistakes, as always.

@iwantthedean @growleytria @d-s-winchester @ashleymalfoy @salvachester @ilostmyshoe-79 @but-deans-back-tho

He had swept you off your feet the second he’d walked through your door, with his long limbs, broad shoulders and confident, charming smile. You owned the herbs and magical equipment shop in Lebanon, Kansas and this stranger was your frequent costumer. You never even learnt what his name was, so you used to call him Mr. Perfect (and synonyms) in your mind, but you sure as hell wanted to know him better.

He was tall and huge and handsome. So handsome. Your heart skipped a bit when he leant against the counter, tucking a loose strand of long brown hair behind his ear and flashing you that perfect smile. You wanted to run your fingers through those hair, they looked so smooth and silky. And you wanted to wipe that smile off with the kiss, his lips seemed so soft and tasty.

If it was only his looks. But the bastard had to funny and intelligent as well. His every visit took longer than needed, because he always found time to joke around, flirt with you even. The two of you chatted about all sorts of stuff, from weather and local coffee shop to books and ancient symbolism.

He surely knew his way around herbs too. It made you wander where he was taking that knowledge from. You rejected the thought that he could be some kind of Satanist, partially cause you didn’t want him to be one, mostly because he didn’t look the type. Black magic and Devil worship didn’t suit his kind eyes and there was something honest, almost noble, in his appearance.

He didn’t seem like a Wiccan either, he didn’t care that much for a spiritual aspect of magic and even though he tried to hide it behind his brilliant smile, his bad boy attitude always came up to the surface, convincing you that he preferred a more practical use of witchcraft.

So maybe he was a witch, powerful and ancient, crossing the Earth and choosing Lebanon as his home for this century, before moving on to another place. That thought really thrilled you, raising goosebumps on your skin and tingling in all the right places. The things you could learn from him, the things you could experience with him… A girl can dream.

There was also a completely opposite possibility that he might have been a hunter. And considering his well-build body and the strength that was practically radiating from his muscled arms, that one option seemed the most probable. The man was really strong. He'd once came to your store right at the time of delivery. Since the guy who'd brought the purchase order hadn't been very helpful, you asked your favourite to customer to move one of the heaviest boxes to the back of the shop. He'd lifted it like it weighted nothing, his muscles rippling underneath the thin t-shirt he'd been wearing. Your eyes had traveled to the curve of his ass on their own as he'd bent over to grab another box. The sight of it had accompanied you till the late night hours.

Needless to say, every time he walked out of your store, he occupied your thoughts for the rest of the day. And today would probably be no exception.

A bell at the door rang and you raised your head to see him in a doorway. The smirk he gave you made your stomach flip in funny way, as always, and you almost forgot that you had a costumer to service. You looked down at the brass weighing machine in front of you to realize that you were still pouring cinnamon dust on it, which was way more than the guy ordered.

You scolded yourself for getting so easily distracted. Correcting your mistake, you quickly counted up guy’s purchases and waited impatiently for him to pay and get on his merry way. But he was taking his sweet time fishing out the cash, obviously something more on his mind.

“Anything else I can get you?” you asked politely but anxious to move to another person waiting in line.

“Um…actually, yes. I lost my number, can I have yours?” the man, no, the boy, fired out of the blue, shooting you a smug smile.

Your brain froze for a second, trying to wrap around the sentence you’d just heard. It must had been the cheapest pick-up line you’d ever been treated with. And to make matters worse, the boy couldn’t be more the eighteen.

With the corner of your eye you saw Handsome’s brow going up so high it almost disappeared under his hair and he coughed very suggestively. He practically freakin’ laughed into guys face as he glared at him before turning back to.

And how you managed to keep straight face was beyond comprehension. Somehow you forced your brain to move on and come up with anything in response. And that was not easy, cause what can one say for a line that’s a complete knock-out?

You cleared your throat and put on your face what you hoped at least resembled a polite smile.

“No. Not really.” you said calmly, praying to all gods for strength not to crack up. “But I’m sure if you ask your mom, she’ll buy you a new one.”

The teenager’s eyes grew wide, then his face turned dark red and he grabbed his paper bag, almost running out of the store.

The door shut behind him and your eyes finally met Mr. Perfect. Simultaneously, the two of you burst into uncontrollable laughter.

“Wow” he breathed out, composing himself at last. “I think you just lost a customer.”

“I got a feeling he only came here to ask me out.” you giggled.

“Can really blame the poor guy for trying.” Here he was again, charming and flirty as always. You held his gaze for a few seconds, blushing the slightest bit. A grin never left you face, even though you changed the subject. “So, what can I do for you today?”

“I was wandering, maybe you could help me with a few things.” he said with a little sheepish smile, his long fingers sliding a piece of paper over the counter toward you.

You took a look at the ingredients written down on it and your grin faded away. What you read there was so much different from the things he usually bought. This time it was some really dark stuff.  Taking it all together, the spell seemed familiar, and you didn’t like what you discovered even more.  Was it possible that you got mistaken that much? What a shame, black magic didn’t suit this gorgeous man.

“This is not a Diagon Alley.” you joked nervously to try and hide the change in your mood. “I don’t have things like this here. Don’t even know what it is.”

“Look, let’s cut the act, ok?” he said, his voice dropping an octave, sounding a little quieter and impossibly hotter. The smirk was still in place when he leant against the glass surface between you, brushing his hair away and licking his lips. So unfair. “I think you know who I am. I really need this stuff and I’m sure you’ve got it in the back. I saw a sign on your door.”

Automatically, you glanced at the shop entrance where an Aqarian Star was painted. A wave of relief washed over you. If he was a hunter, because only them seemed to recognize this symbol, it wasn’t the worst option.

You looked back at him, not the happiest but ready to help and you saw it. A puppy. He turned into giant, pleading puppy, with his eyes wide and his lower lip caught between white teeth, and you would sell him a fairy dust or dragon’s heart or unicorn’s blood, even if you’d have to collect it yourself. You just simply couldn’t refuse him.

“I only hope you’re not equally smooth liar.” you sighed heavily for the sign of your surrender before disappearing at the back of your shop. He might have been deceiving you, as far as you knew. But if he was telling the truth, than lives were at stake here. You were ready to take the risk.

Ten minutes later you packed him a bag full of seriously illegal stuff and earned a lot of money. You only trusted it was for the good. You just finished explaining the hunter how to use some of those ingredients and you expected him to thank you and leave, but he didn’t.

“Is there anything else I can help you with?” you asked carefully but he just chuckled and shook his head, like he tried to get some stupid idea out of his mind.

“I thought… I would also take that number if you willing to give.” he said with a disarming smile and just like that, the two of you were giggling again. “Still too cheesy, right?”

“Yeah. Pretty much.” you managed, catching your breath. You thought for a second, watching the anticipation on his handsome face. You then grabbed his receipt, quickly scratching your number on it, smiling coquettishly. “I tell you what, thou. I’m closing up in about 30 minutes and we can get a drink after that.”

His face dropped a little, his shoulders tensing as he looked down at the piece of paper on the counter. His tongue darted out to like on his lips absentmindedly and your heart sank. There we go. You crossed the line and what you took for flirtation was just him being polite. Awesome.

You were ready to back out and crawl into the hole of embarrassment but at that moment the guy straighten up again, snatching the number from the table with a determined move. He looked a lot like he’d just made up him mind.

“I’m sorry, but this is kind of urgent.” he said, pointing at his purchases and giving you and apologetic smile. “But I promise I will call. As soon as am done.”

Well, that was leaving you some hope, at least. And you knew how the hunters was. Saving people, hunting things – it always came first. So you nod your agreement and his face brighten up again. He took his things, rushing to the door, before turning around once more.

“My name is Sam, by the way. I’ll call, I promise.”

“I’m Y/N. And you better do, cause I have a whole bunch of stuff to get back at you if you stand me up.” you grinned and then he was gone.

Yeah. Bad pick-up lines work but only if they said by a proper man.

I hope you enjoyed this little Sam X reader fluff. If you wanna find out if Sam called or not, let me know. There is a possibility od part two!