#the main characters are a vampire and a vampire hunter who are former coworkers & hate each other

[bocceclub]

I need to go back to the angsty vampire story I was writing in high school and turn it into the southwest road trip revenge plot screwball comedy it was meant to be

[winchester-fantasies]

I Want You. I Need You. I Love You.

Summary: You’re a vampire on the run and living the life of a nomad after your family is murdered. When a chance meeting leads you to Sam Winchester seven years later, your life is altered in more ways than one.

Word Count: 4415

Warnings: angst, blood, show level violence, death (not a main character), fluff, allusions to sex

Pairing: Sam x Vampire!Reader

A/N: This was written as a request for @samsknife a.k.a. my bestie!! hi, i have another request!! reader and her family are vampires trying to have a “normal” life, but one day when she goes to work at night, she comes back to find out they were killed. seven years later, she meets sam (you can decide how/why but they still don’t know sam was the one who killed her family & he doesn’t know she’s a vampire) and they fall for each other. later on they both find out the truth and you can take it from there! lots of angst and lots of fluff, please? Here you go, Andy! Hope it’s everything you wanted! 

Winchester Fantasies’ Masterlist

2005

“See ya, Mom!” you called as you bounced down the stairs.

“See you, honey!” she called, peeking her head out from the kitchen. “Remember your dad and brother are going hunting tonight so they’ll be out late.”

You nodded, your stomach growling at the thought of fresh blood. It had been so long since you’d had blood that wasn’t out of a bag that your mother used to store away what meager blood you had. “Thanks for reminding me, Mom,” you said with a grin, running over to press a quick kiss to her cheek. “Now I gotta go or I’m gonna be late!”

Your mom smiled and shooed you on your way. You bounded down the stairs and headed down the sidewalk as you made your way to the convenience store you worked at. It was pitch black and the streets were almost deserted. And while a part of you resented being a vampire, it did have its perks. For one, you could see perfectly in the dark; you were in your element.

Your friends thought you were a bit weird that you only ever came out at night, but you’d always been able to give one excuse or another and over time they had simply accepted it. It wasn’t ideal, but it was the closest thing to normal you’d ever experience. At least for now. You were still young and hadn’t been a vampire for very long and your sensitivity to light was still strong. Mom said it would get easier over time but until that time came, you were only ever allowed out at night. Not that you minded much. It was still too overwhelming.

It didn’t take you long to get to the convenience store, but your coworker was more than ready to leave when you reached it. You said a hurried goodbye to them and then you were alone.

Although you actually enjoyed working at a gas station, you hated nights like these - the ones when the hours slowly ticked by and you rarely had anyone show up. You often thought it ironic that you were afraid of the night when you so fully thrived in it.

But finally the first light of dawn peeked over the horizon and the next person showed up for their shift. You waved goodbye to them before heading back home. You smiled to yourself as you walked, listening to the birds in the trees and staring into the dark blue expanse that was the sky. This was the most you were ever able to enjoy being in the daylight and you relished the little glimpse of freedom you’d be able to experience again.

You rounded the corner that led to your house and that’s when you smelled it. Metallic yet almost sweet. Blood. It was thick in the air and your stomach lurched when you realized it wasn’t fresh.

You hurried down the sidewalk, the smell of blood growing stronger the nearer you got to your house. You stopped in your tracks and stared up at the house you’d called home for nearly two years.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and walked up to the door, the smell of blood so thick you could almost taste it. With trembling hands you turned the knob and swung the door open, praying that you’d see your mom in the kitchen and your dad and brother at the butcher’s block in the room that they’d built especially for draining animals.

But it wasn’t. Instead you found your family sprawled out on the floor, blood pooled beneath their bodies, their heads lying only a few feet away. You didn’t cry, you didn’t scream. You simply slid to the floor, your body numb and your mind blank as you stared at once was your nest, the only family you’d ever known.

You didn’t know how long you sat there in the open doorway, but when you glanced up again it was dark. You glanced at your watch, realizing your shift at the convenience store started in five minutes. But you ignored the time, pushing yourself up onto feet and legs that had long since gone numb before shutting the front door and heading up the stairs. You laid down on your mattress and stared at the pictures on your mirror of you and your family as your heart cried out in anguish.

**********

Your mind was still blank as the first rays of daylight filled your room. You rolled over and looked out the window. You needed to get yourself together. You needed to figure out what to do with the bodies of your family and you needed to get out.

You were new to being a vampire and you most certainly didn’t know everything there was to know, but you were fairly certain that hunters had been the cause of your family’s demise. And from what Mom and Dad always said, hunters were more dangerous than any other creature on the planet.

So you finally climbed out of bed, headed downstairs and dragged the bodies into the basement. You knew it wasn't the smartest or cleanest job ever, but you had no idea of what else to do.

You headed back to your room and took out your duffle bag and packed as much as you could carry along with the pictures of you and your family. Then you made your way to the kitchen and to the fridge, taking out a few bags of blood and stuffing them into your bag. Dad had never taught you how to hunt, and the thought of drinking from a human made you nauseous so this was the best you could do, at least for now.

You swung your duffle over your shoulder and headed for the front door, pausing for a moment to look back at everything you were leaving behind before you closed the door and walked away….

**********

2012

You climbed up onto the stool, raising a hand to get the attention of the bartender. “What can I get you, beautiful?” the man asked, shooting you a toothy and flirtatious grin.

“Just a beer, thanks,” you said with a tight-lipped smile.

He went off to get your order and you turned in your seat, eyes roaming over the dimly-lit bar. It was loud and filled with smoke, music filling the air while couples and drunk people looking for a hookup danced on the crowded floor.

“Here you go, sweet cheeks.” You turned back around and tipped your head, not making eye contact even when the bartender’s hand brushed yours when you reached for the dark bottle.

You nursed your beer, listening to the sounds around you. They were deafening. You could hear everything, from the hushed but quick spurts of air that rushed from open mouths as they danced, to the pumping of hearts as lust took over. But it was manageable. You’d trained yourself to become accustomed to the lights and sounds of society, and you could now come and go as you pleased without incident.

You kept to yourself, never staying in one place for very long and never making many connections. It wasn’t that you liked to be alone; it was the total opposite in fact. But you had to stay under the radar because although you had left your former life behind you and tried, and succeeded, at integrating into normal life better than any vampire you’d ever encountered, that didn’t mean hunters understood. In fact, none of them saw the line. They only saw things in black and white, and because of that you were in constant danger.

You were brought out of your thoughts by someone sliding onto the stool beside you. You glanced over, your breath catching in your throat. This guy had to be the most good-looking man you’d ever laid eyes on with his shoulder length hair and the broadest pair of shoulders you’d ever seen.

He must have felt your stare because he turned his head, locking eyes with you and giving you a smile that had you quaking. You’d never felt or acted this way towards anyone before and certainly never a human.

“Hey, how you doing?” he asked, his voice deep and smooth like honey.

“Uh, hi,” you said, your tongue like lead. You turned your attention back to the bottle in front of you as the bartender came to stand in front of the stranger.

“Two beers and a shot of whiskey,” he ordered, and your heart dropped at the thought that he had most likely come here with someone. Of course he had. Someone as handsome as him didn’t walk around single.

He waited while the bartender filled his orders, but you didn’t speak again, not even a quick glance at one another. So you both sat, his eyes trained on recent news being reported on the TV above the bar top, and you feigning interest in your beer bottle as you desperately tried to ignore the unfamiliar feelings being ignited from being so close to this virtual stranger.

The bartender finally came back and the man beside you took them up in his large hands without trouble. You darted a glance at him, startled to find his eyes on you. He smiled and tipped his head before walking off.

You watched him as he made his way to a booth behind you, setting down a beer and the shot in front of another man who was making out with some chick as if he were man starved. Maybe he wasn’t with someone...at least not of the female variety.

You felt a sense of relief, but for what you weren’t sure. It wasn’t like you were going to get lucky. One-night stands and quickies in bar bathrooms weren’t exactly your thing. So you turned back to your beer, the liquid now room temperature. But it didn’t really matter. It tasted all the same to you.

You weren’t sure how long you sat there before you ordered another beer. The bartender was just setting down a new bottle, same flirtiness and same lazy smirk plastered across his cocky, fuckboy face when you heard someone slide into the seat beside you once more.

“You’re still here.”

Your gaze shot next to you at the sound of the newly familiar voice. It was the man from before and your stomach immediately flipped. “Uh, yep. Yeah, I am,” you said with an all too forced chuckle. You silently kicked yourself for how awkward you were being. But you couldn’t really help it. You had had very little contact with humans throughout your life since your family was killed, and you were so totally out of your element.

“Glad to see it,” he said, shooting you that same easy grin from before. Was he...flirting with you? You didn’t think much more on it as your eyes were drawn back to his smile, and this time you noticed his pair of boyish dimples. “I’m Sam by the way,” he added, extending his hand to you.

“(Y/N),” you said, taking his offered hand and successfully shaking it without being more awkward than you already were. Maybe you knew more about human interaction than you realized.

“Nice to meet you, (Y/N),” Sam said, holding up his hand to the bartender for another beer as he got more comfortable beside you. “So you here alone?”

“Uh, yeah,” you said haltingly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“What about you?” you asked. “I saw you bringing those beers to the table with the guy and girl...uh, practically eating each other’s faces off.”

If he was offended by your wry observation he didn’t let on. Instead he grinned. “Were you watching me?”

“No,” you scoffed, looking down in embarrassment.

“It’s okay,” Sam chuckled. “I was watching you, too.”

“You were?” you asked incredulously, your eyes snapping up to meet his dancing ones. He nodded, his face holding sincerity. “But why?” you asked, your surprise changing to suspicion.

“Because I thought you looked interesting,” he said with a good-natured smile. “Someone I’d enjoy getting to know better.”

“Oh,” you said simply, your suspicion once again sliding back into shock. You’d never had someone show this much interest in you before. Well, sure, there was the occasion bar rat and fuckboy, but someone like Sam? Well, most guys never showed genuine interest in you the way he was. It was new and exciting not to mention attractive and you found yourself turning towards him so he could have your full attention.

You and Sam spent the rest of the night in deep conversation and laughter and by the time the guy at the booth - his brother, Dean, as he told you - came to get him, you felt as if you had known Sam your entire life. It was completely different than anything you’d ever experienced before and you found yourself longing for him even with him still in front of you.

“I’d like to see you again,” Sam said after Dean made his way outside.

“Really?” you asked, not believing that the gorgeous and kind man in front of you would want a second time with you.

“Well, yeah,” he said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Are you here for long?”

“Uh, no,” you said, feeling the moment slipping away even as you uttered the words as you realized he’d walk away once he knew you weren’t here long-term. “I’m leaving tomorrow actually.”

You saw the disappointment flash across his face for a moment, and you felt your heart sink even further as you waited for his words of rejection. But they never came. Instead he surprised you once more by grinning that stupidly gorgeous smile again. “Can I have your number then? I’d love to keep in contact.”

“Um, yeah, okay,” you said, pulling out your phone before entering his number into your contacts and shooting him a quick text to let him know it was you.

“Thanks,” he said before leaning forward and wrapping you up into a quick hug. It was unexpected and you barely had time to put your hands on his sides before he was gone, his scent of gunpowder, sweat, and what you could only describe as old books, permeating your senses and leaving you with a sense of familiarity you knew you’d not soon forget.

**********

It was nice meeting you last night. Hope to see you again soon.

You stared down at the text, a grin spreading across your face. You knew you shouldn’t get too excited. He could just be playing you, waiting until he got his chance with you. But you couldn’t help it. Not when your insides felt like jello and your heart felt a spark of something you hadn’t felt in years.

Yeah, me too….

You and Sam texted for weeks after that, getting to know one another slowly. Neither of you wanted to rush into anything, much to your relief. You realized Sam had been just as wounded as you, with as many, if not more, scars than you. He understood your hesitance and wariness, and he was willing to wait for as long as he needed to.

“Any chance you’ll be near Lebanon, Kansas anytime soon?” Sam whispered through the phone one early morning as you lay in bed while the rest of the world slept, unwilling to say goodbye to the other’s soothing and now familiar voice.

You paused and bit your lip at his question. You were currently in Washington state, hundreds of miles from where he was. You had been on the run from a hunter that had picked up your trail and you’d been hunkering down for a few days while you tried to lose his trail. You knew they shouldn’t, but Sam’s hopeful words tugged at your heart and although you had no previous plans to be, and against your better judgement, you found yourself telling him you’d actually be in Kansas the following week.

Sam was delightfully surprised, and you couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face as you listened to his animated voice as he told you exactly what he wanted to do and where he wanted to take you. And after your day began and Sam became busy with whatever he did, you’d get a few texts throughout the day - updates on where he wanted to take you and what he thought you might like.

The date was wonderful and more magical than you ever imagined a date could be. Sam was kind and attentive, always a gentleman and always making sure you knew he had eyes only for you. It was different and new and something you found yourself craving even when you told yourself to not get attached. You found yourself falling for him hard. And when he’d kiss you or hold you in his arms late at night after he’d made love to you like you were the only woman left on Earth, you’d listen to his strong and steady heartbeat. You’d trace his skin with abstract patterns as his fingers seared your own skin and you’d realize this was the only place you wanted to be.

You’d leave again, sometimes for weeks and sometimes only for a few days, more often than not running from a hunter when they’d get too close to the motel you and Sam always got when you came into Lebanon. But then one day, you stopped running altogether. You felt safer with Sam than you had with anyone, even yourself, in the last seven years. He made you feel safe and secure - as if nothing could touch you. And while you knew another hunter would eventually come along, that risk was worth taking if it meant Sam was by your side.

Sam was beyond thrilled when you said you were moving to Lebanon and he had immediately offered to move you in with him and Dean, stating there was more than enough room for everyone when you started to protest. He’d finally worn you down and you agreed, your heart fluttering at the thought of finally having a family of your own again.

Sam was helping you load your meager belongings into his car when he paused, his stance going rigid. “What’s the matter?” you asked, trying to peer over his shoulder to see what he was looking at.

He turned towards you, his movements slow and mechanical. The first thing you noticed was the soft suspicion in his eyes before you glanced down to see the picture of your family in his hands. “Who is this?” he asked, his voice quiet and monotone.

“My family,” you said with a wistful smile. “They...they died...a long time ago.”

You looked back up at him, his face twisted in some kind of pain. You frowned at his reaction as he turned his gaze once more to the photo in his hands with a certain regretful recognition, and your stomach lurched.

“You...you’re a hunter.” Your words were meant to come out as a question, but instead your voice was a fearful statement.

His gaze shot to your face, and he didn’t even have to say yes; his eyes held all the answers you didn’t want to accept.

You huffed out a harsh chuckle as your entire world came crashing down around you. You looked at the ground in disbelief, but the next second your head snapped back up as another harsher more gut-wrenching thought entered your mind. “You...you murdered my family…. Didn’t you?”

Sam’s face contorted, his mouth set in a grim line, his eyes heavy with sadness. “(Y/N),” Sam breathed, taking a step towards you.

“No,” you whispered, stepping backwards.

Sam tried again but you simply continued to back up, your heart in your throat as you stared at him with a mixture of unbelief and horror. It wasn’t until your heel hit the curb that your mind came back to the present and a sense of dread and fear washed over you.

“No!” you screamed, darting past him just as his fingertips brushed your skin. You ran away, abandoning everything and ignoring the calls of your name.

You weren’t sure how long you ran before you collapsed on the side of the road, your body heaving with sobs. Your entire time with Sam had been based on lies and a false sense of security. Sam was a hunter; you were a vampire and he had killed your entire family - the only one you’d ever had.

You cried harder than you ever remembered crying even before you were turned. You cried for the family you had never allowed yourself to grieve, you cried for the pain you carried, and you cried for the love and new life you had lost.

It was nearly dusk by the time your tears finally subsided and you pushed yourself up off the ground and dusted off your hands and knees. You glanced around, taking in the isolation of the deserted road and surrounding foliage. You had to be miles from the nearest town. Your feet hurt, your skin was sticky, and your hair sweaty, but you had to keep moving. Nowhere was safe anymore - not even in the arms of the man you loved.

You started walking, making your way to some unknown destination. You walked until you felt you couldn’t walk anymore, and then you walked some more. It was dawn before you reached the next town, finding a small, grimy motel. You got yourself a room with the little bit of cash leftover in your pocket and tumbled onto the mattress, falling into a restless sleep that was plagued by painful memories and images of Sam.

**********

When you next awoke, the room was dark. You rolled onto your side, a groan falling past your lips; your body ached and you were still exhausted, feeling as if you hadn’t slept a wink.

“You okay?” a deep voice broke the silence and you jumped, rushing to turn on the lamp beside you.

You swept your gaze around the room, your stomach dropping when you found Sam in the chair in the corner of the room. You backed up as a sense of dread fell over you, your back hitting the headboard and preventing you from going any further. “H...how did you get in here?”

“Lock pick,” he said bluntly. “You forget I’m a hunter.”

“What are you doing here, Sam?” you asked, putting more bravado in her voice than you were actually feeling. “Did you come to gloat? Maybe to finish what you started all those years ago?”

Sam’s face twisted into a look of utter anguish as if your words had been a slap in the face. “I could never hurt you, (Y/N). Never,” he said staunchly.

“But yet you could murder my nest. My family! The people I loved more than anything,” you spat, venom lacing your words.

Sam sighed and closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. “(Y/N)...baby…” he whispered softly, his voice cracking. “I didn’t know…. I was young and naive and stupid. I thought all monsters were bad. I didn’t know there were some, like you and your family, who were trying to live normal lives; who held no malice and posed no danger to humans…. Fuck, (Y/N), if I could go back...with what I know now. Baby, I would do things differently.”

His voice was sincere and a part of you wanted to believe what he was saying, but you had run from hunters your entire life. There was no gray area; not where hunters were concerned. “How can I trust you? How do I know you’re being truthful?”

Sam paused for a moment, studying your face carefully. Finally he spoke. “Would a hunter who wanted to kill you tell you that you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on?” Sam asked, getting up from his perch and taking a step towards you.

“Would he tell you that you made him feel more alive than he’s felt in years? That you’re the first thing on his mind when he wakes up and the last thing he thinks about before he falls asleep?” Your breath hitched at his words, your heart pounding as he took another step closer.

“Would he tell you he stopped believing in love a long time ago, but that you reawakened something inside him that makes him believe you might just be his second chance?” Tears pricked at your eyes as he came closer, his knees pressing into the side of the mattress as he stared down at you. He didn’t speak as he lowered himself down onto the bed beside you, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Would a hunter who was trying to kill you do this?” Without warning, Sam reached out and gripped your biceps, pulling you into him forcefully before crashing his lips to yours. It took you a moment to respond, but then your arms were around his neck as you kissed him back with emotion that was comparable to a thousand suns.

You were breathless when you finally broke the kiss. Sam’s eyes were filled with so much love and tenderness as he leaned his forehead against yours, his arms never leaving your waist. “Do you believe me now?” he whispered.

“Yes,” you breathed, closing your eyes as he leaned in to kiss you again, softly this time. “But Sam...I’m a vampire. You’re a hunter.”

“And I don’t care,” Sam said with conviction. “(Y/N), you’ve made me feel things I didn’t think I’d ever feel again. You've brought me back to life, and I can’t imagine my life without you.”

You smiled as a tear slipped down your cheek. Sam wanted you. It was more than you could even comprehend. You never thought you’d feel love again, and especially not from a human. But here he was, pouring out his heart and baring his soul.

“But there’ll be hunters…others that want to see me dead,” you whispered, your words laced with pain.

Sam’s face hardened and his jaw ticked as his hands tightened around you, his fingers digging into the flesh of your waist. “I’ll protect you then,” he promised, his voice confident and sure. “Because I want you. I need you. I love you. And I’ll be damned if anyone tries to come between us.”

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