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THIS IS SOO !!!!!!!💟💟💟🎀🎀

as someone with a compromised immune system, i get sick Often and it always feels like the thing that’ll finally take me out.. so like this is just Everything, i love it Soo bad, you cooked hard

sick — sam winchester

content: sam winchester x fem!reader, sick reader, comfort, hella fluffy, sam being a golden retriever boyfriend, 1.5K words

summary: you’re sick and sam is doing everything in his will power to make you feel better, even though not all of his methods might work

You groaned as you lay bundled under layers of blankets, head pounding with the rhythmic throb of a migraine. Your nose was stuffy, and no matter how many times you tried to breathe through it, it felt like nothing was working. You hated feeling sick, but what you hated more was Sam’s worried face hovering over you.

He couldn’t help it though—that’s just who he was. You looked so small and fragile in that bed, sniffling and wincing every time you moved. He hated seeing you like this.

Sam was many things: a hunter, a protector, and at his core, someone who cared too deeply. Seeing you in pain triggered that part of him, the one that needed to fix things, no matter how small.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Sam’s deep voice came from the doorway as he walked into your shared room, carrying a steaming mug of tea. It wasn’t much, but he hoped it would help, even if only a little. He had already gone to the store twice—once for your favorite herbal tea and another time for cold medicine and more tissues.

You glanced up from your pillow, giving him a weak smile. "Like I got hit by a truck."

Sam chuckled softly, though the concern in his eyes didn’t fade. He set the tea down on the nightstand and knelt beside the bed. “I got you some soup too, whenever you’re ready.”

You appreciated how attentive he was, but guilt tugged at you. Sam had seen and fought things far worse than the common cold. He didn’t need to be playing nurse. Sam knew what you were thinking—you didn’t want him to fuss over you. You always felt like your sickness was minor compared to the things you guys usually dealt with, but that didn’t matter to Sam. Whether it was a runny nose or a world-ending apocalypse, he wasn’t going anywhere.

"You don’t have to do all this," you muttered, trying to sit up. The pressure in your head doubled, and you winced, immediately sinking back down onto the pillow.

Sam’s hand was on your shoulder in an instant, gently pushing you back into the bed. "Of course I do. I want to."

He reached for the tea and held it out to you, blowing on it to cool it slightly before handing it over. "Here, this will help with the congestion."

You took the mug, feeling the warmth seep into your hands. His thumb brushed yours as you held the mug with your other hand, and Sam couldn’t help but feel relieved that he could do at least this much for you. The peppermint scent rose with the steam, soothing in its own way. You took a small sip, feeling the tension in your body slowly ease as the warmth from the tea spread through you.

But what really made you feel safe was the constant presence of Sam, hovering near you like a gentle guardian. You hadn’t even realized how much you’d needed him until this moment. The world could be crashing down around you two, and Sam would still find a way to make you feel like everything was okay.

"Do you want me to rub your temples?" Sam asked, his voice soft, barely above a whisper.

You blinked your eyes open, surprised. "You don't have to—"

"Shh," Sam interrupted with a gentle smile, already moving to sit beside you on the bed. He scooted close, careful not to jostle you too much, and lightly pressed his thumbs to your temples. His touch was tender, soothing, as if he could banish the headache with sheer willpower alone.

The pressure was perfect—just enough to ease the tension building behind your eyes without making your head throb worse. You closed your eyes again, sighing softly as Sam’s fingers worked their magic. You didn’t realize how much you’d been holding onto the pain until it started to melt away under his care.

"You’ve got magic hands," you murmured, voice barely audible as you melted into his touch.

“Oh, I know. Could work wonders on more than just your head." He responded playfully, wiggling his brows at you.

That did it—you couldn’t hold back. You burst out laughing, but almost immediately, the laughter turned into a violent coughing fit. You doubled over, clutching your chest, your breath catching as you coughed hard.

Sam’s face went from playful to panicked in a second. "Oh crap, y/n, I’m sorry!" His hand hovering near your back, unsure whether to pat or just let you get through it.

You waved him off, still coughing but managing a breath between fits. "I’m—" you tried to speak, voice strained, "I’m fine. Really.”

Sam winced, guilt written all over his face as he handed you a tissue and waited for you to catch your breath. "I didn’t mean to make it worse," he muttered, his hand gently resting on your shoulder. "I just wanted to make you laugh, not, you know, choke to death."

You finally settled, breathing evening out as you dabbed your nose with the tissue. You looked up at him, eyes still watery from the coughing, but a soft smile tugged at your lips. "Don’t worry," you rasped, voice hoarse. "It was totally worth it."

After the two of you eased back into your previous position Sam began to try and ease your pain again, his thumb tracing a slow circle against your temple. He leaned down and kissed your forehead, lingering there for a moment. His lips were cool against your feverish skin, but it felt like love wrapped in every touch.

Your heart swelled as you felt his tenderness. He was always like this—so careful, so considerate. You weren’t sure how you’d gotten so lucky. A guy who had faced demons, angels, and everything in between, now sitting here with you, rubbing your temples like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

Sam didn’t know how to do things halfway. Whether it was saving the world or taking care of the woman he loved, he was always all in.

"You’re too good to me, you know that?" You said, voice thick from congestion.

Sam paused and turned his gaze down toward you, a soft smile spreading across his face. "I’m just doing what you’d do for me." he said, because he knew without a doubt that if your roles were reversed, you’d be the one fussing over him.

You laughed, though it came out more like a wheeze. "I don’t know about that. You’re a little too overqualified for the job."

Sam inched closer, brushing a few strands of hair from your face. "You’re worth it, y/n." It wasn’t just a statement to him—it was the truth. He’d go to the ends of the earth for you, and he had, more than once. But even in moments like this, when the world wasn’t in danger, he was reminded that taking care of you was just as important as anything else.

Despite feeling miserable, you couldn’t help but smile. Sam had a way of making everything better, even when you felt like you were falling apart. He’d always been your rock, your constant.

"Alright, get some rest," Sam said softly, carefully standing up and pulling the blanket higher around your shoulders. "I’ll be right here if you need anything."

You closed your eyes, the warmth from the tea and the comfort of Sam’s presence lulling you into a more peaceful state. Even through the haze of your migraine, you could feel the love and care he poured into every small action.

Sam Winchester might be just a hunter for a few, but to you, he was your everything.

hope you enjoyed !! 🎀

feedback and requests are very welcomed.

tags: @gibson-g1rl @nuemanfilms @angelicjackles @nxptvn @nourties @alluvthegurlz @beausling @lailawinchesterr

just a lil reminder to stay hydrated and eat well 🎀 love u!!

this actually just reminded me that i do need to go drink water, so thank you😭😭

ilyyt💟🎀

CRYINGGG the “*rattling on my enclosure*” YEAH

UGHHH this is Sooo cutesy, it might be my fave so far

pov: you’re jensen ackles’ controversially younger girlfriend ᡣ𐭩

youruser

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youruser mentally still here 🇮🇹

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genpadalecki best getaway I’ve had in a long time 🙌🏼 miss u love.

youruser miss u more! need the sun sizzling on my skin again 😩

casgirl777 stop this is actually so cute

urfavewinchester need a love like jared and gen’s

jacklesfan real 🙏🏼

girlblogger is this too much to ask? 😭

destiel4ever literally obsessed with their friendship

yourbestiesuser im so jelly 😤 take me next time

youruser bet. J is already planning the next trip 🤭

edensflowers god..its me again..

jensenackles

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jensenackles sip n’ dip 🍷

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jacklesfan1 help im loosing my sanity

dreamerthings she def likes her men like her wine..aged

youruser girl- 😭 lowkey accurate tho

jensenackles did u just call me old?

youruser id rather call it ripe

spnsuper3 she is so unhinged omg-

beausling *rattling on my enclosure*

girlblogzz she is so beautiful

greatgreatjensen right? no wonder she pulled him

y/n_defender the way he’s posting her sm *chef’s kiss*

youruser

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youruser back in business 😎

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yourbestiesuser babygirl is back in town 😽

youruser coming over rn 🏃🏃

fairydreamz do i wanna be her or be with her?

girlwithablog living for the amount of jensen content

jacklesfan1 everyone say thank you y/n

spnfan_1 isn’t she a bit too young for him?

j2enthusiast haven’t we been over this a million times now? 😐

y/n_defender can we stop acting like they aren’t grown adults who can make their own decisions?

casmybbgirl power couple right here

jensenackles

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jensenackles @/youruser said i look BBG in these. idk what that means but here ya go!

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hellrider46 idk what this man eats but goddamn

youruser oh u surely look so bbg babe 😝

jaredultras why did u do this to him? 😭😭

youruser shhh..

jensenackles do what?

gibson_g1rl y/n serving cunt all day, every day

superunnatural his posts are giving me life

jackjpad2 he’s been so active since he started dating y/n 🤭

angelg1rl that should be me

destielsempire pls someone take his phone away or ill have a heart attack

hope u enjoyed this version 🎀

feedback and requests are greatly appreciated!

tags: @gibson-g1rl @beausling @nuemanfilms @lailawinchesterr @nxptvn @alluvthegurlz @angelicjackles @nourties

OH!! MY!!! FUCKING!!!!! GOD!!!!!!! CREAMING AND SCREAMING AND- [GUNSHOTS]

JEN DO YOU KNOW THAT YOU CREATED A MASTERPIECE HERE?!:/$!/ #louvre worthy

frustration — sam winchester

content: sam winchester x fem!reader, pure smut, 18+, mdni, dom!sam, sub!reader, rough, unprotected sex, p in v, forced penetration, praise, choking, explicit language, little bit of comfort, 1,7K words

summary: after a failed hunt Sam needs a way to release his pend up frustration and the burning guilt. And Sam knows that only you can make him feel better.

The door to the bunker slammed shut behind you, the sound echoing through the big space. Sam stood just inside the entrance, his body taut with frustration. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white.

The mission had been a mess—a disaster, really. The three of you had taken down the evil spirit, but the victory felt shallow, empty. He could still hear the screams of the people you hadn't been able to save, still see the terror in their eyes before it was too late.

You followed right behind Sam, watching the tension practically radiate off him in waves. You could tell from the tightness in his jaw, the way his hands clenched into fists, that he was hanging on by a thread. You waddled after him, ultimately finding yourself in your shared room, knowing he was battling the weight of it all. Sam's sense of responsibility was relentless-he never let anything go, never forgave himself when things didn't go according to plan.

"Sam..." you said softly, voice tender and soothing despite the tension hanging in the air, as you reached for his arm. "You did everything you could. I know it hurts, but-"

His body jerked at your touch, not in rejection, but from the storm building inside him. He paused, his eyes flickering to yours, as if trying to listen, trying to let your words sink in. And for a moment, there was a flicker of something softer in his gaze, but it was gone almost as quickly as it had appeared.

"I can't, y/n," he rasped, his voice thick with frustration and pent-up emotion. "I can't just-" He broke off, shaking his head as if the words were too much to force out.

But before you could say anything more, he moved. In one swift motion, Sam pushed you back against the wall, his larger frame towering over you. His hands gripped your waist firmly, not in anger, but with a desperate need for something-anything-to quiet the chaos in his mind.

You gasped at the sudden movement, your back hitting the wall with a soft thud, but you didn't push him away. You knew this side of Sam, the side that didn't know how to deal with the pain, the side that sought release in the only way he knew how. He had tried to push everything down—his anger, his guilt, but with you, he didn't have to. With you, he could let go.

"Sam.." you whispered, voice breathy but still full of concern. Your hands came up to cup his face, fingers brushing along his jawline as you searched his eyes. "I'm here."

He didn't answer. Instead, his lips crashed against yours, hard and desperate. The kiss was fueled by all the tension, and all the frustration he carried. It wasn't soft or gentle-it was raw, a reflection of everything he was feeling but couldn't say.

His hands roamed your body with a fevered intensity, needing to feel you, needing to lose himself in the only thing that made sense right now.

You responded in kind, your fingers tangling in his hair as you kissed him back with the same fiery need. You could feel the urgency in the way he touched you, in the way he pressed his body against yours, as if trying to escape the weight of the world. You understood; you always did. Sometimes words weren't enough-sometimes this was the only way to bring him back from the edge.

Sam's mouth moved to your neck, kissing and biting in a way that made your core tighten. His hands slid under your shirt, his touch rough but not careless, and you arched into him, needing to feel him. You could feel his heart pounding, could sense how close he was to breaking.

"Let go," you whispered against his ear, breath hot against his skin.

And he did. Sam's movements became even more urgent, more insistent, as if the world outside had fallen away, leaving just the two of you in this moment. His body pressed against yours, seeking solace in your warmth, your presence. He kissed you like he needed it to breathe, like it was the only thing holding him together.

Your hips instinctively grinded against his crotch as the kiss deepens, the heat in your core starting to build. You could feel him getting hard, quickly. It was when you two pulled apart that the urge became even stronger, his gaze deepening before he pulled you up, his big hands clinging to your ass.

He was manhandling you, tossing you on the bed like you were nothing. You let out a pathetic whimper, your arousal already painting the insides of your thighs as Sam pulled off his shirt, almost yanking himself on you like a predator onto it's prey.

He was instantly back to attacking your neck, his grip onto you firm as his hips were desperately trying to get any friction. "Take 'em off." He groaned, the need to feel you rushing through him.

You hurriedly pulled every inch of fabric off your body while Sam freed himself from the uncomfortable tightness of his jeans, exposing his rock hard cock.

Seeing him like this wasn't new to you, but tonight was different. Something in the way he stared you down, his body all tense and ready to lunge at you at any moment.

So he did. Sam couldn't bare to wait any longer. He needed to bury himself inside you. Now.

Grabbing your waist with one hand as he hovered over you, the other one wrapped around your throat before you could even let out another noise, your hands immediately wrapping around his big biceps.

You could see him reaching down, anticipating his fingers to find your wet cunt but instead he lined the head of his leaking cock up with your heat, running his tip through your slick folds.

Your wide eyes darted up to his, but he wasn't looking at you, too focused on the things going on down there. It was only when you mumbled his name that he raised his head.

"Sam.."

"Shh, stay still. I know you can take it, baby." He cooed, pushing your hips down into the mattress, while you could just nod your head.

The way he worded it definitely did something to you. Of course you could take it, you always did. But knowing how on edge he was certainly worried you a bit.

Sam groaned as he pushed himself forcefully past your entrance without any prep, his whole length filling up your cunt in an instant, making you cry out and immediately clench around him at the sudden force.

"Tight fucking pussy, god-" he grunted, working himself inside you. But he didn't give you a moment to adjust, he knew he was big and stretching you out, but he didn't care.

He was setting a rough pace right from the beginning, feeling your cunt trying to take all of him in. You grabbed at his sides, trying to calm down and distract yourself from the harsh stretch of your walls.

He connected your lips, his tongue slipping past, choking out your desperate whimpers, while your cunt was leaking around his thick cock.

"S-Sammy-" you breathed out, he ignored it, but loosened his grip slightly around your throat before moving his hips faster, pounding into you ruthlessly while his tip brushed against your cervix with each thrust.

"Yes baby, that's it." you couldn't help but moan louder at the pleasant sensation, easing into it as his massive cock was hitting you in the right spot over and over again.

Your right hand trailed down the toned muscles of his body and settled against his chest, digging your nails into the skin. The feeling of him filling you up completely became almost too intense, the sounds coming from the both of you nearly fiendish.

"Yes, right there." You gasped, eyes tightly shut as you pressed your head into the sheets, Sam growling at the sound of your whiny voice.

For a while, nothing else mattered but the two of you, the way you moved together, the way you breathed together, the way you needed each other.

Suddenly he pulled himself almost fully out of you, just for him to ram back into you all at once, sending you almost into oblivion, his cock slipping in and out of you so messily.

"F-fuck, gonna fill this pretty cunt up." He moaned, his lustful hazel eyes burn through yours, sending a new wave of pleasure through your core.

Sam’s thrusts began to falter, grunts and praises leaving his lips as he emptied himself into your cunt, his seed spilling deep inside of you, making you moan out while still slamming himself into you.

Right after he had emptied himself inside you the familiar tightness in your lower stomach was getting ready to snap, making you hold onto Sam even harder. You swore you could see stars as your orgasm rushed through your whole body, creaming all over his cock and leaving your legs shaking.

After a few more slow thrusts Sam gently let go of his grip on you, carefully pulling out and purring as he saw his load spilling out of your full cunt, pausing momentarily, just to admire his work while your figure just rested on the mattress, panting heavily.

"You okay, baby? You did so so well." He asked, still in the process of catching his own breath.

All you could do was nod, your mind still fuzzy, trying to comprehend what just happened, too fucked out to even manage to form just one full sentence.

Sam slowly fell down beside you, taking your exhausted body into his grasp, kissing and caressing you over and over again.

You knew he felt a little bad but you quickly reassured him that everything was fine and that he had definitely just worked in gods favor.

You stroked his messy hair gently, your fingers soft against his scalp, and for the first time since the mission had gone sideways, Sam felt a little lighter.

"I love you." He whispered against your skin, pressing a light kiss to your forehead as you closed your eyes for a second, drawing small patterns on his chest.

The way Sam eased into your touch definitely made you feel relieved. All the pend up frustration and anger had vanished, leaving behind a much more composed Sam.

"I've got you," you murmured, your lips brushing against his skin you spoke. "You don't have to carry it all alone."

Sam nodded, his arms still wrapped around you tightly, as if afraid to let go. In your arms, in that moment, he found a small measure of peace. For now, it was enough.

I suck at writing smut, but I promised yall so here you go 😭😭

feedback and requests are greatly appreciated 🎀

tags: @gibson-g1rl @beausling @nuemanfilms @nxptvn @lailawinchesterr @angelicjackles @alluvthegurlz