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8:05 | SAM
word count: 3.2k
summary: sam’s ten heart event with a twist.
tags: winter, developing relationships, fluff, swearing, cuddling, hiding from his mother in his bed lol
a/n: this spiralled out of my control and into 3k words… enjoy!
it’s cold.
the fleece coat you’ve bundled yourself in cannot protect goosebumps from forming from the biting chill of the valley’s winter nights. your breaths come out in cloudy puffs of air, the heat slowly draining out of every exhale. it’s dark out, poorly spaced lampposts providing the bare minimum amount of light to navigate.
you got sam’s letter earlier, a clumsily written note that was stuffed haphazardly into your farm’s mailbox—the yellow lined paper he used, all crumpled and ripped.
meet me in front of my house! at 8 pm, i’ll be waiting. there’s something i want to tell you.
the ending sentence is somehow even more sloppily written compared to the ones before it. as if he was debating whether or not to add it in, but ultimately decided for it—it’s funny to imagine him hunched over his desk, stressing over what to write to you.
well, you won’t deny feeling excitement over the possibility of whatever sam has to say. if the subtle skip in your step is anything to go by.
you walk through the silent night of the town, it seems like everything’s frozen in place during the colder times of the year—everyone’s safe at home, toasty under their covers and you’d imagine thoroughly enjoying going to bed at 7 pm.
you do too, sometimes. there’s less to do when the ground is too frozen to plant any crop.
there’s a lot more free time out of the farm during the winter. you’ve really started integrating yourself with the townspeople—helping haley find her bracelet, befriending sam’s prickly coworker shane, and even discovering a shadowperson named Krobus in the town sewers. it really is starting to feel like home.
walking, you cut the corner passing by emily and haley’s house—and there he is.
he looks devastatingly handsome all dressed in winter clothing. his regular denim jacket switched out for a dark woolen coat, his pants are unripped and, surprisingly, not smeared with dirt.
though what you like most about his winter attire is his hair. those wild golden locks are laid flat under a woolen beanie—a stark difference from the spiked updo he usually does (though you like that one too). the tips of his hair are slightly curled upwards, revealing that family trait of curly hair.
you creep closer, just watching him wait for you—the way he folds his arms in an attempt to warm up, and the little shuffle he does on his feet. you laugh softly, he must’ve been waiting a while—just like you have for him.
sam turns at the sound of your laugh, his body unconsciously tilting towards you, like a magnet’s uncontrollable attracting to metal. “you made it,” he breathes, his nose, ears and cheeks pinkened by the cold.
you nod, unable to stop a bashful smile from forming on your lips. “i made it.”
a big grin splits his face, mimicking yours. underneath the lone lamplight he looks jaw-droppingly handsome. you feel yourself become warm just in proximity to him.
“i wanted to talk to you in private,” he says. sam’s buzzing with energy, surveying the dark streets before meeting your gaze with his. “it’s kinda cold out here though… i, um—i can sneak you into my room…”
your heart skips a beat, like you’ve skipped a step on a staircase. “what?” you croak.
your eyes catch onto him wringing his fingers, a nervous habit you can’t help but always notice (not because his hands are nice and interesting to look at, not at all).
“you don’t wanna?”
“no!” you inhale, trying to alleviate the twisting sensation in your gut. “i do wanna, ahem, lead the way.”
sam smiles at you, dimples and all. he leads you towards the tiny bedroom window in front of his house. the window is already open—you assume that’s where he jumped out of to meet you.
he climbs through the window with minimal effort, landing on the flooring with a dull thump!
you raise a brow. “have you done this before?”
sam stretches his hand out to you, waiting. his smile turnt sheepish. “i mean, i think we were all rebellious teenagers once.”
you resist the urge to snort—sam’s nervous, you can tell. he doesn’t have his quips and jokes tonight. and he’s shy, but eager. like a puppy, excited and curious about the world.
“o-kay,” you say, one hand in his hand the other set firmly on the windowsill. “make sure i don’t fall please.”
sam nods, eagerly. the curled ends of his hair shake along with the motion as he does.
how endearing.
you tighten your grip on his hand, hauling yourself through the small window, trying your damn best to not make any sudden noise. which is successful for the most part, only a tiny huff of exertion escapes you.
annoying, yes. but the chill of winter burns through any energy you have faster than other seasons.
your feet connect with the wood of his floor, hand still clasped in his and the chill merely at your back. it’s warm inside, with him.
his room is the same as it’s always been when you’d visit before—shelves, band equipment, posters—but the ambiance is different. a little more charged with tension so thick you could cut through it with a knife.
sam does not bother turning on his light, you don’t mind it all that much. but it takes some effort to avoid tumbling over stray objects that clutter his bedroom floor.
“look, I know I’ve been about nothing but the band for a while now…” he starts. “but I don’t want you to think that’s all i’m interested in.”
you chuckle, clasping your fingers behind your back. “it certainly takes up a big chunk of your interests.”
he pouts, literally pouts. it must be the love bug you caught because you think it’s just plain adorable. “i’m really trying over here!”
“sorry!” you grin, “okay, continue.”
“well, um… shoot, this is kinda hard, huh?” he forces an awkward chuckle. “and nerve-wrecking… but what i’m trying to say is…”
“i’m really happy that we’ve grown this close, and well…” sam looks at you, he’s stupidly red—the color spreading all over his face. “i—i’m just wondering, do you think of me as… just a friend?”
your breath stutters, and you feel yourself blushing before you can do anything to stop it. you stare at him as he does with you. the two of you locking eyes for a second, it feels like it’s just you and him in the world.
you feel your shy admittance at the tip of your tongue. no, you’d say, you’re more than that for me, if you want to be.
sam smiles at you, shy but so, so overwhelmingly bright—it’s blinding. your head is running a mile a minute when you finally get the courage—
“sam!” you hear jodi’s groggy voice from outside the door. your stomach drops with dread. “somebody’s at the door! go and check please?”
you lock eyes once again, this time for entirely different reasons, and with entirely different feelings.
“oh my god, sam,” you whisper hurriedly, panic gripping you. “your mom doesn’t know i’m here—what do we do—”
“hold on—” he replies, with the same sense of urgency as you. “okay, okay—i have a plan, just trust me, ‘kay?”
you think you might break out into a cold sweat. you look at him quizzically, “what?”
sam gives you an apologetic smile with that stupid beautiful face of his, he moves forward, grabbing you by your wrists, and moving you with him—towards his bed.
“sam!” you hiss, alarms are blaring in every corner of your mind as sam all but drags you under the toasty covers of his bed. he lifts the blanket and stations you by the edge, covering you in the blanket—which is now a lumpy mess.
this is his childhood bed you’re in, where his mother and brother are just by the door.
and his mother is calling him.
“i’ll get this over with quick,” he says to you, already heading towards the door of his room. “hang on tight, ‘kay?”
you breathe a sound of agreement, way too jittery to formulate any proper response as you quieten under the covers.
though the sheets do feel nice, and smells overwhelmingly of that specific cologne he uses (stolen from joja inventory, he told you once). you will yourself not to relax and melt into the sheets so fast. instead, you listen for each and every sound that may give hint to whatever the hell is happening.
there’s a commotion that you can hear happening, the door swings open, the hinges creaking along with it—this whole surreal experience feels a little like the confrontation part of a horror movie, the helpless victim hiding and the heavy footfalls of the killer.
though in your case, it’s not one set of footsteps, but two.
“what are you two doing here?”
“you’re the one who called us over, remember?” you can recognize the band’s shut-in pianist’s voice from anywhere. “you were all like, stop skipping practice, seb.”
sam’s voice is oddly pitchy when he responds. “…well, tonight’s no good!”
you hear the other person huff, you strain your ears harder to listen. the huffing person clearly fed up with the strange behavior sam’s putting out right now.
“my mom and vincent are asleep,” he adds hurriedly. “they’d wake up—”
you resist the urge to groan, stifling your mouth under a sweaty palm. jodie was just speaking to him minutes ago, there’s no way they’d buy that. he cannot be a more obvious liar.
thankfully they gloss over the fact. “sam, why are you acting so damn weird?” sebastian asks, straightforward as ever.
“yeah,” the other voice adds. feminine but strong. which you now identify as abigail’s, you hear a pinch of impatience in her voice. “and why are you red? did you sit outside in the snow or something—”
sam chokes, which he tries to conceal as an odd sounding cough. abigail pauses mid-sentence. the shift in the atmosphere is palpable. you screw your eyes shut, hearing the rapid rate of your heartbeat. it’s so loud you’re almost convinced the trio can hear the thumping from your hiding spot under the sheets. this is it, they’re going to discover you.
“oh, oh i see,” abigail grins. “on second thought, i wouldn't risk catching all those germs. i’m feeling starved, let’s hit the saloon, seb.”
the aforementioned man grumbles, seemingly puzzled by the sudden switch in abigail’s attitude. “huh… why?” abigail must have whispered something to him—you can barely hear over the muffle of sam’s blanket comforters. “ugh, alright. fine. you owe us one, sam.”
“oh, of course! mhm, yup,” you cringe at the immense awkwardness of sam’s response, feeling the overwhelming urge to pull out your own hair. “i’ll see you guys tomorrow, yeah? now shoo! wouldn’t wanna get you both sick or somethin’…”
“huh?” sebastian replies, rightfully puzzled as they’re forcefully pushed out of the room. “why would we see you tomorrow if you’re sick—”
“well seb,” abigail says smugly. “let’s just say sammy here is taking care of some important business—”
“okay, bye!” you hear the door click shut. to your utter bewilderment, sam shut the door in their faces.
the room is deathly quiet, the air is stagnant and stuffy. once you feel it safe enough, you crane your neck out of the blankets to check over him. to trace any lingering feeling the sudden visit might’ve given him. sam’s got his back rested against the wood of his door, his back slumped.
“i—i wasn’t expecting that,” you say quietly from your hiding spot on his bed. peeking the top half of your face, watching the door carefully. “kinda nerve-wracking.”
and embarrassing.
“i know—i’m sorry,” he sighs, rubbing his temples. “i didn’t expect them coming over.”
“sebastian said you invited them for practice, though.” you point out.
“maybe i did,” he admits, creeping closer to you on the bed, even if he’s guilty and embarrassed. “i totally forgot—i mean, i was really nervous! my mind blanks when i get nervous…”
sam stops right by the side of the bed, as if he’s waiting for your permission to get in with you—in his own bed. and to be perfectly honest, you really want him to.
“kinda ruined the atmosphere too,” he looks away from you, eyes downcast and melancholy. “i had this whole thing planned too, and i, just… ugh…”
your eyes soften. “sam, it’s really fine. okay, maybe a little shocking but you know it’s not enough to scare me away.”
he looks down at you, worried. his eyebrows are ever so slightly pinched—you wish you could run your fingers over it, and smooth it out yourself.
“plus,” you murmur, reaching over the small amount of space between the two of you to clasp his wrist. “i’m not just gonna leave… just tell me what you were going to say—before the… interruption.”
that gives you the final push to gather your courage to tug him into bed with you. sam follows, flopping onto the empty bedding next to you without a fight. for a moment, it’s just the two of you, side by side, slowly huddling closer and closer for warmth.
and sam is warm. he’s practically radiating comfy heat you wish to burrow into—or wrap yourself around. the perfect bed-partner for winter nights like these.
you find yourself becoming addicted to the feeling.
sam angles his body towards you. you on your back and him on his side, it feels intimate and special. and for some reason, it feels familiar—like you’ve always belonged by his side.
“i think you know already,” he tells you, his eyes are not clear in the dim light but you know, there are practically hearts in them. “that i like you.”
you giggle softly. “and i think you know the same about me.”
sam tentatively grasps your hand, the freezing fingertips thawing under his careful touch. the caress of his hand on yours sends tingling electricity down your spine, your whole body feels alert—alive.
he speaks again, but this time his tone is a whisper of what it usually is. “stay awhile?”
“yeah,” you swallow, squeezing his hand in your grip. a small smile on your lips. “yes, i want to.”
“good,” he smiles, his eyes crinkle at the edges so softly and the dimples on his cheeks deepen. there really is no one else who can compare for you. “hey, you’re really cold… let me warm you up?”
you turn to your side, facing him. at this angle, your faces are mere inches apart. you can trace every dip, line and curve of his face, and he yours. your hand tingles with the overwhelming urge to reach for him and squeeze.
“it is cold,” you agree. “i’d very much like that.”
“phew,” he softly sighs. sam drags his fingers up your arm, stopping at your elbow. wherever he touches, a whisper of him lingers on your skin—a bone deep imprint you yearn for him to spread all across your skin.
you roll into him with little to no effort at all. sam drags you to his chest, your ear perched right above his heart, you can hear the steady thump! of his heartbeat from underneath. sam winds his arms around you, intensifying the heat you feel by tenfold—it’s not uncomfortable at all, though. you like it.
your bodies fit perfectly together, just like puzzle pieces. a mess of limbs tangling together. the warmth of him making you shudder in honey-like delight. it feels syrupy and soft and warm wrapped in his arms.
his hand at your back travels downwards, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake you feel even through the thickness of the fabric separating the skin of your back and his fingertips. his hands feel rough and calloused at the small of your back—from playing guitar and his skateboarding incidents—but you enjoy the feeling.
you trail your fingers under the thick fabric of his jacket and shirt, feeling the smooth skin underneath—the action has no deeper meaning than you wanting to feel.
sam’s uncharacteristically quiet. his breaths are slow and long, like he’s on the verge of sleep. yet his arms are wound tight around you—like he never wants to let go of you. your nerves make you feel like a slow simmering soup. warm and slowly cooking over the fire.
you two stay entangled for a while, in comfortable silence. sometime during the night you’ve matched your breathing to his, and he pulled you somehow even closer to his body.
but, a thump comes from his window, a light tapping sound. soft but persistent. the two of you opt to ignore it, in favor of snuggling closer to each other. yet the taps continue, and become louder and faster.
disrupted by the noise, sam mournfully throws the covers from over him to check, untangling himself from your grip. leaving a very him-shaped indent on the bed left in his wake. you groan, sticking your bottom lip out, you miss the warmth of him already.
“oh shit.”
the expletive makes you sit up in his bed, the comforter draping off your middle. you can make out the shape of him even with the dimness of the light—sam’s back is towards you, and if your eyes dare deceive you, he looks like he’s shrinking into himself a tiny bit.
“what is it?” you whisper-shout to him.
he slowly turns to you, wide eyed, his shoulders stiff. sort of resembling a kicked-dog. sam bows down his head—with what you think is shame, for what reason, you can’t tell. rubbing your eyes of sleep, you furrow your brow, craning your neck to look out the window behind him.
abigail and sebastian are there, waving wildly at you. your eyes widen. abigail and sebastian are waving at you with smug smiles plastered on their faces.
your stomach drops for the umpteenth time that night. you honestly feel too horrified to speak.
you bury yourself under the sheets, a feeble attempt to conceal your mortification. so that’s why abigail was playing along with sam’s urgent ramblings—she knew (not that sam was any good at keeping a cool facade, he is totally incapable of lying smoothly). you groan, you feel like a rebellious teenager again, only the part where you get caught and utterly humiliated.
outside, you can hear the loud roaring laughter of the duo through the glass, alongside the awkward, embarrassed chatter of your newly-minted boyfriend. (not technically official, but the title succeeds to relieve your horror by the tiniest bit)
still, you stay put. through the mortification and embarrassment you still stick yourself to sam’s side, or more literally, on his bed—because you know, there’s no other place you’d rather be.
you spare another glance out of the covers at the trio—to your surprise, sam’s beat you to it. looking at you with heart eyes and the most lovesick expression (you’re pretty sure yours looks the same).
you know there’s going to be a lot more explaining to do in the morning. but it doesn’t matter to you, not right now when you’re in sam’s bed on the verge of sleep.
not when you feel so warm.
a/n: shoutout to the ass trio for making an appearance in the fic! i love you abby and seb.
8:05 | SAM
word count: 3.2k
summary: sam’s ten heart event with a twist.
tags: winter, developing relationships, fluff, swearing, cuddling, hiding from his mother in his bed lol
a/n: this spiralled out of my control and into 3k words… enjoy!
it’s cold.
the fleece coat you’ve bundled yourself in cannot protect goosebumps from forming from the biting chill of the valley’s winter nights. your breaths come out in cloudy puffs of air, the heat slowly draining out of every exhale. it’s dark out, poorly spaced lampposts providing the bare minimum amount of light to navigate.
you got sam’s letter earlier, a clumsily written note that was stuffed haphazardly into your farm’s mailbox—the yellow lined paper he used, all crumpled and ripped.
meet me in front of my house! at 8 pm, i’ll be waiting. there’s something i want to tell you.
the ending sentence is somehow even more sloppily written compared to the ones before it. as if he was debating whether or not to add it in, but ultimately decided for it—it’s funny to imagine him hunched over his desk, stressing over what to write to you.
well, you won’t deny feeling excitement over the possibility of whatever sam has to say. if the subtle skip in your step is anything to go by.
you walk through the silent night of the town, it seems like everything’s frozen in place during the colder times of the year—everyone’s safe at home, toasty under their covers and you’d imagine thoroughly enjoying going to bed at 7 pm.
you do too, sometimes. there’s less to do when the ground is too frozen to plant any crop.
there’s a lot more free time out of the farm during the winter. you’ve really started integrating yourself with the townspeople—helping haley find her bracelet, befriending sam’s prickly coworker shane, and even discovering a shadowperson named Krobus in the town sewers. it really is starting to feel like home.
walking, you cut the corner passing by emily and haley’s house—and there he is.
he looks devastatingly handsome all dressed in winter clothing. his regular denim jacket switched out for a dark woolen coat, his pants are unripped and, surprisingly, not smeared with dirt.
though what you like most about his winter attire is his hair. those wild golden locks are laid flat under a woolen beanie—a stark difference from the spiked updo he usually does (though you like that one too). the tips of his hair are slightly curled upwards, revealing that family trait of curly hair.
you creep closer, just watching him wait for you—the way he folds his arms in an attempt to warm up, and the little shuffle he does on his feet. you laugh softly, he must’ve been waiting a while—just like you have for him.
sam turns at the sound of your laugh, his body unconsciously tilting towards you, like a magnet’s uncontrollable attracting to metal. “you made it,” he breathes, his nose, ears and cheeks pinkened by the cold.
you nod, unable to stop a bashful smile from forming on your lips. “i made it.”
a big grin splits his face, mimicking yours. underneath the lone lamplight he looks jaw-droppingly handsome. you feel yourself become warm just in proximity to him.
“i wanted to talk to you in private,” he says. sam’s buzzing with energy, surveying the dark streets before meeting your gaze with his. “it’s kinda cold out here though… i, um—i can sneak you into my room…”
your heart skips a beat, like you’ve skipped a step on a staircase. “what?” you croak.
your eyes catch onto him wringing his fingers, a nervous habit you can’t help but always notice (not because his hands are nice and interesting to look at, not at all).
“you don’t wanna?”
“no!” you inhale, trying to alleviate the twisting sensation in your gut. “i do wanna, ahem, lead the way.”
sam smiles at you, dimples and all. he leads you towards the tiny bedroom window in front of his house. the window is already open—you assume that’s where he jumped out of to meet you.
he climbs through the window with minimal effort, landing on the flooring with a dull thump!
you raise a brow. “have you done this before?”
sam stretches his hand out to you, waiting. his smile turnt sheepish. “i mean, i think we were all rebellious teenagers once.”
you resist the urge to snort—sam’s nervous, you can tell. he doesn’t have his quips and jokes tonight. and he’s shy, but eager. like a puppy, excited and curious about the world.
“o-kay,” you say, one hand in his hand the other set firmly on the windowsill. “make sure i don’t fall please.”
sam nods, eagerly. the curled ends of his hair shake along with the motion as he does.
how endearing.
you tighten your grip on his hand, hauling yourself through the small window, trying your damn best to not make any sudden noise. which is successful for the most part, only a tiny huff of exertion escapes you.
annoying, yes. but the chill of winter burns through any energy you have faster than other seasons.
your feet connect with the wood of his floor, hand still clasped in his and the chill merely at your back. it’s warm inside, with him.
his room is the same as it’s always been when you’d visit before—shelves, band equipment, posters—but the ambiance is different. a little more charged with tension so thick you could cut through it with a knife.
sam does not bother turning on his light, you don’t mind it all that much. but it takes some effort to avoid tumbling over stray objects that clutter his bedroom floor.
“look, I know I’ve been about nothing but the band for a while now…” he starts. “but I don’t want you to think that’s all i’m interested in.”
you chuckle, clasping your fingers behind your back. “it certainly takes up a big chunk of your interests.”
he pouts, literally pouts. it must be the love bug you caught because you think it’s just plain adorable. “i’m really trying over here!”
“sorry!” you grin, “okay, continue.”
“well, um… shoot, this is kinda hard, huh?” he forces an awkward chuckle. “and nerve-wrecking… but what i’m trying to say is…”
“i’m really happy that we’ve grown this close, and well…” sam looks at you, he’s stupidly red—the color spreading all over his face. “i—i’m just wondering, do you think of me as… just a friend?”
your breath stutters, and you feel yourself blushing before you can do anything to stop it. you stare at him as he does with you. the two of you locking eyes for a second, it feels like it’s just you and him in the world.
you feel your shy admittance at the tip of your tongue. no, you’d say, you’re more than that for me, if you want to be.
sam smiles at you, shy but so, so overwhelmingly bright—it’s blinding. your head is running a mile a minute when you finally get the courage—
“sam!” you hear jodi’s groggy voice from outside the door. your stomach drops with dread. “somebody’s at the door! go and check please?”
you lock eyes once again, this time for entirely different reasons, and with entirely different feelings.
“oh my god, sam,” you whisper hurriedly, panic gripping you. “your mom doesn’t know i’m here—what do we do—”
“hold on—” he replies, with the same sense of urgency as you. “okay, okay—i have a plan, just trust me, ‘kay?”
you think you might break out into a cold sweat. you look at him quizzically, “what?”
sam gives you an apologetic smile with that stupid beautiful face of his, he moves forward, grabbing you by your wrists, and moving you with him—towards his bed.
“sam!” you hiss, alarms are blaring in every corner of your mind as sam all but drags you under the toasty covers of his bed. he lifts the blanket and stations you by the edge, covering you in the blanket—which is now a lumpy mess.
this is his childhood bed you’re in, where his mother and brother are just by the door.
and his mother is calling him.
“i’ll get this over with quick,” he says to you, already heading towards the door of his room. “hang on tight, ‘kay?”
you breathe a sound of agreement, way too jittery to formulate any proper response as you quieten under the covers.
though the sheets do feel nice, and smells overwhelmingly of that specific cologne he uses (stolen from joja inventory, he told you once). you will yourself not to relax and melt into the sheets so fast. instead, you listen for each and every sound that may give hint to whatever the hell is happening.
there’s a commotion that you can hear happening, the door swings open, the hinges creaking along with it—this whole surreal experience feels a little like the confrontation part of a horror movie, the helpless victim hiding and the heavy footfalls of the killer.
though in your case, it’s not one set of footsteps, but two.
“what are you two doing here?”
“you’re the one who called us over, remember?” you can recognize the band’s shut-in pianist’s voice from anywhere. “you were all like, stop skipping practice, seb.”
sam’s voice is oddly pitchy when he responds. “…well, tonight’s no good!”
you hear the other person huff, you strain your ears harder to listen. the huffing person clearly fed up with the strange behavior sam’s putting out right now.
“my mom and vincent are asleep,” he adds hurriedly. “they’d wake up—”
you resist the urge to groan, stifling your mouth under a sweaty palm. jodie was just speaking to him minutes ago, there’s no way they’d buy that. he cannot be a more obvious liar.
thankfully they gloss over the fact. “sam, why are you acting so damn weird?” sebastian asks, straightforward as ever.
“yeah,” the other voice adds. feminine but strong. which you now identify as abigail’s, you hear a pinch of impatience in her voice. “and why are you red? did you sit outside in the snow or something—”
sam chokes, which he tries to conceal as an odd sounding cough. abigail pauses mid-sentence. the shift in the atmosphere is palpable. you screw your eyes shut, hearing the rapid rate of your heartbeat. it’s so loud you’re almost convinced the trio can hear the thumping from your hiding spot under the sheets. this is it, they’re going to discover you.
“oh, oh i see,” abigail grins. “on second thought, i wouldn't risk catching all those germs. i’m feeling starved, let’s hit the saloon, seb.”
the aforementioned man grumbles, seemingly puzzled by the sudden switch in abigail’s attitude. “huh… why?” abigail must have whispered something to him—you can barely hear over the muffle of sam’s blanket comforters. “ugh, alright. fine. you owe us one, sam.”
“oh, of course! mhm, yup,” you cringe at the immense awkwardness of sam’s response, feeling the overwhelming urge to pull out your own hair. “i’ll see you guys tomorrow, yeah? now shoo! wouldn’t wanna get you both sick or somethin’…”
“huh?” sebastian replies, rightfully puzzled as they’re forcefully pushed out of the room. “why would we see you tomorrow if you’re sick—”
“well seb,” abigail says smugly. “let’s just say sammy here is taking care of some important business—”
“okay, bye!” you hear the door click shut. to your utter bewilderment, sam shut the door in their faces.
the room is deathly quiet, the air is stagnant and stuffy. once you feel it safe enough, you crane your neck out of the blankets to check over him. to trace any lingering feeling the sudden visit might’ve given him. sam’s got his back rested against the wood of his door, his back slumped.
“i—i wasn’t expecting that,” you say quietly from your hiding spot on his bed. peeking the top half of your face, watching the door carefully. “kinda nerve-wracking.”
and embarrassing.
“i know—i’m sorry,” he sighs, rubbing his temples. “i didn’t expect them coming over.”
“sebastian said you invited them for practice, though.” you point out.
“maybe i did,” he admits, creeping closer to you on the bed, even if he’s guilty and embarrassed. “i totally forgot—i mean, i was really nervous! my mind blanks when i get nervous…”
sam stops right by the side of the bed, as if he’s waiting for your permission to get in with you—in his own bed. and to be perfectly honest, you really want him to.
“kinda ruined the atmosphere too,” he looks away from you, eyes downcast and melancholy. “i had this whole thing planned too, and i, just… ugh…”
your eyes soften. “sam, it’s really fine. okay, maybe a little shocking but you know it’s not enough to scare me away.”
he looks down at you, worried. his eyebrows are ever so slightly pinched—you wish you could run your fingers over it, and smooth it out yourself.
“plus,” you murmur, reaching over the small amount of space between the two of you to clasp his wrist. “i’m not just gonna leave… just tell me what you were going to say—before the… interruption.”
that gives you the final push to gather your courage to tug him into bed with you. sam follows, flopping onto the empty bedding next to you without a fight. for a moment, it’s just the two of you, side by side, slowly huddling closer and closer for warmth.
and sam is warm. he’s practically radiating comfy heat you wish to burrow into—or wrap yourself around. the perfect bed-partner for winter nights like these.
you find yourself becoming addicted to the feeling.
sam angles his body towards you. you on your back and him on his side, it feels intimate and special. and for some reason, it feels familiar—like you’ve always belonged by his side.
“i think you know already,” he tells you, his eyes are not clear in the dim light but you know, there are practically hearts in them. “that i like you.”
you giggle softly. “and i think you know the same about me.”
sam tentatively grasps your hand, the freezing fingertips thawing under his careful touch. the caress of his hand on yours sends tingling electricity down your spine, your whole body feels alert—alive.
he speaks again, but this time his tone is a whisper of what it usually is. “stay awhile?”
“yeah,” you swallow, squeezing his hand in your grip. a small smile on your lips. “yes, i want to.”
“good,” he smiles, his eyes crinkle at the edges so softly and the dimples on his cheeks deepen. there really is no one else who can compare for you. “hey, you’re really cold… let me warm you up?”
you turn to your side, facing him. at this angle, your faces are mere inches apart. you can trace every dip, line and curve of his face, and he yours. your hand tingles with the overwhelming urge to reach for him and squeeze.
“it is cold,” you agree. “i’d very much like that.”
“phew,” he softly sighs. sam drags his fingers up your arm, stopping at your elbow. wherever he touches, a whisper of him lingers on your skin—a bone deep imprint you yearn for him to spread all across your skin.
you roll into him with little to no effort at all. sam drags you to his chest, your ear perched right above his heart, you can hear the steady thump! of his heartbeat from underneath. sam winds his arms around you, intensifying the heat you feel by tenfold—it’s not uncomfortable at all, though. you like it.
your bodies fit perfectly together, just like puzzle pieces. a mess of limbs tangling together. the warmth of him making you shudder in honey-like delight. it feels syrupy and soft and warm wrapped in his arms.
his hand at your back travels downwards, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake you feel even through the thickness of the fabric separating the skin of your back and his fingertips. his hands feel rough and calloused at the small of your back—from playing guitar and his skateboarding incidents—but you enjoy the feeling.
you trail your fingers under the thick fabric of his jacket and shirt, feeling the smooth skin underneath—the action has no deeper meaning than you wanting to feel.
sam’s uncharacteristically quiet. his breaths are slow and long, like he’s on the verge of sleep. yet his arms are wound tight around you—like he never wants to let go of you. your nerves make you feel like a slow simmering soup. warm and slowly cooking over the fire.
you two stay entangled for a while, in comfortable silence. sometime during the night you’ve matched your breathing to his, and he pulled you somehow even closer to his body.
but, a thump comes from his window, a light tapping sound. soft but persistent. the two of you opt to ignore it, in favor of snuggling closer to each other. yet the taps continue, and become louder and faster.
disrupted by the noise, sam mournfully throws the covers from over him to check, untangling himself from your grip. leaving a very him-shaped indent on the bed left in his wake. you groan, sticking your bottom lip out, you miss the warmth of him already.
“oh shit.”
the expletive makes you sit up in his bed, the comforter draping off your middle. you can make out the shape of him even with the dimness of the light—sam’s back is towards you, and if your eyes dare deceive you, he looks like he’s shrinking into himself a tiny bit.
“what is it?” you whisper-shout to him.
he slowly turns to you, wide eyed, his shoulders stiff. sort of resembling a kicked-dog. sam bows down his head—with what you think is shame, for what reason, you can’t tell. rubbing your eyes of sleep, you furrow your brow, craning your neck to look out the window behind him.
abigail and sebastian are there, waving wildly at you. your eyes widen. abigail and sebastian are waving at you with smug smiles plastered on their faces.
your stomach drops for the umpteenth time that night. you honestly feel too horrified to speak.
you bury yourself under the sheets, a feeble attempt to conceal your mortification. so that’s why abigail was playing along with sam’s urgent ramblings—she knew (not that sam was any good at keeping a cool facade, he is totally incapable of lying smoothly). you groan, you feel like a rebellious teenager again, only the part where you get caught and utterly humiliated.
outside, you can hear the loud roaring laughter of the duo through the glass, alongside the awkward, embarrassed chatter of your newly-minted boyfriend. (not technically official, but the title succeeds to relieve your horror by the tiniest bit)
still, you stay put. through the mortification and embarrassment you still stick yourself to sam’s side, or more literally, on his bed—because you know, there’s no other place you’d rather be.
you spare another glance out of the covers at the trio—to your surprise, sam’s beat you to it. looking at you with heart eyes and the most lovesick expression (you’re pretty sure yours looks the same).
you know there’s going to be a lot more explaining to do in the morning. but it doesn’t matter to you, not right now when you’re in sam’s bed on the verge of sleep.
not when you feel so warm.
a/n: shoutout to the ass trio for making an appearance in the fic! i love you abby and seb.
homecoming | sam x reader
word count: 3.2k
tags: hurt/comfort , family struggles , reader and sam are married , set somewhere in year 2 (kent is back) , oneshot , intimacy
synopsis: Sleep evades you on nights like these, without Sam by your side.
a/n: i love sam but the allure of angst is too hard to resist!!! sorry babe i still love you 😔
Sleep evades you on nights like these, without Sam by your side.
Your feet are bare as you linger at the entrance of your room. The dimmed light of the living room washes away the darkness of the hour. It's late, the air is cool and damp smelling of night dew—you take a deep inhale. It feels thick as you breathe it in, like smoke is clouding around the room, restricting your breaths.
Sleepless nights were not unusual in your household. Before you married Sam, you hardly slept—the satisfying ache of collapsing into your sheets after a day at the mines was an addiction you couldn’t get enough of.
Now, you earn enough to afford coming home before sunset. No longer having to worry about how you’d afford the next day. And if you are being completely honest, evenings spent with Sam are far more addicting than the sting of a day’s work.
The ache is still there. It comes with the profession. Though not anymore the dull humming ache in the muscles and joints of your arms and legs, but a bone deep ache settled deeply curling around your chest.
Somehow, it stings even more.
It is as if it drags over your heart, catching on every ridge and edge of your bones. Daring to fill your lungs with ichor—hardening like stone around your ribs. No amount of stardrop you swallow can ever relieve the stinging soreness.
The cushions of the old second-hand couch groan and squeak as you twist and turn atop of them. Perhaps as restless as you are. The light flickers—on, off, on.
It doesn’t scare you, but it makes you uneasy. You’re long over the notion the farmhouse was haunted, but nights like these make that conviction waver. The nape of your neck prickles—like a person is staring from behind. Sam isn’t here to tease you about ghosts nor curl his arms around you in mock protection.
He hasn’t been here in hours, hasn’t been present in so long. It feels wrong. It feels like an omen. Your fingers find the back of your neck, brushing over the vulnerable skin.
You hold a tassel cushion tightly to your chest. Your knuckles whitening with the strength of your grip on it. The strength of your heartbeat is so loud you’re convinced it would be heard without the pillow to muffle the sound.
Little Vincent is sound asleep, snoring softly away in his dreamland. He looks like the epitome of innocence under the quilted blankets of your bed. It's soft, worn and covered in stitched cartoon-y lions and tigers. A temporary parting gift bundled up in his dinosaur backpack from jodi. Before he came to live with you and his older brother.
The separation was painful. there were tears—for both him and for his mother.
(Sam stood next to you then, gripping at your hand so hard you felt it prickling with numbness. You didn’t dare look up to see the tears you know are there, the crystalline tears dripping down his lash line.
It would’ve made the teardrops in yours fall over too. You’d stay strong for the both of you.)
The entrance door to the farmhouse creaks open and you immediately know it’s him. Relief floods your whole body—to your fingertips to your toes. He's safe, and home at last. You stand up and hurry to him, throwing the pillow to the ground, before the door creaks shut.
The air goes still, calm before the storm. The anticipation before potential terrible news.
(You expect there will be. You can tell by the way Sam slumps, like the weight is physically bearing down on his shoulders.)
Sam is still at the doorway, slumping over you when you wrap your arms around him. He smells of sweat and the cloying scent of rubbing alcohol—something must’ve happened, you think. It smells like the clinic.
The paper bag in his hand loses from his grip, it falls unceremoniously to the ground with a dull thump. You pay it no heed, mentally accounting to pick it up later. Though you note that it lands right over your ‘home sweet home’ doormat. Fitting.
“Sammy.” you greet him with a chaste peck on the cheek. He barely has the energy to hug back, more so stay steadily upright on his feet. you both sway slightly, suspended in the tranquility of the moment.
You try again, slowing the movement of your lips. “Welcome home, my love. you there?”
His lips move against the skin of your neck, a whisper of a greeting. It is enough for you.
Sam retracts his face from your jaw. There are blue-purple eye bags under his eyes, like bruises. The trademark twinkle in his brilliant green irises have dulled to nothingness. He looks so unlike himself like this, older than his years and so unbearably tired.
And you wish, with all your heart, to take his aches away. To wash them away like ink in water.
You pull him into the living room with you, the skin of his wrist enclosed in the firm guiding grip of your fingers. He's fragile like this, this sunshine of a man reduced to a shell of his usual demeanor.
He trails slowly behind you, silent. You say nothing, either; choosing to focus on the rhythmic sounds of your footsteps padding against the floor. In the living room, you dim the lights to a mere whisper of light.
These days, when he comes home, you’ve built some sort of routine.
You drag him down to you, spread lying down on the length of the couch. Your thighs frame his hips as he melts into the warmth of body. He lays on top of you, his cheekbone against your chest. You watch as his eyes flutter shut, as he presses his ear to the epicenter of your chest—the sound of your heartbeat quieting the swirl of thoughts in his mind.
You gently remove the woolen beanie nestled on his head—revealing the stringy oily mess of hair under. A sign of how little care he has been sparing himself after his father’s homecoming. You feel your lips downturn into a frown. He hasn’t even been using that hair gel you like to tease and groan about.
(You lied when you’d say you hated it. You don’t, never did.
You miss it. You miss the things that make him, him.)
You don’t hesitate in running your hands through the softness of his hair. Your fingers scratch gently on his scalp, eliciting a soft sigh from your weary husband. Eyes watch raptly as his shoulders unwind and ripple. The tension in them melts away with the deft caress of your hands.
Your heart squeezes painfully in your chest. Like a knife twisting. You love him, you love him.
Moments pass, the silence is almost comfortable when you ask, speaking it to the silence of the room. There’s a wavering lilt in your voice reassuring him. You aren’t going to push him for an answer. He doesn’t need to respond. Him being safe, home and warm in your arms is all you ever want. All you’ll ever need.
“How are they?”
(The first night, you and Sam stayed the night in his family home. squeezed in his twin bed with Vincent curled up by his ribs. The little boy couldn’t bear sleeping alone that night, not with the anxiety of his father being back making him pace a mile a minute.
The air in the household had shifted that day.
In the dead of the night, the fire alarm went off—a blaring loud beeping sound from the kitchen. Totally harmless, a malfunction. A disturbance to sleep more than anything.
Except it was not.
You still remember the blood-curdling scream that came from Jodi and Kent's room. The panicked sobs of Jodi as she tried to calm her terror stricken husband.
You remember the way Vincent clung onto you, like a koala to a tree. You cupped your hands tightly over his ears—he didn’t need to suffer the consequence of it.
Sam removed the fire alarm and Vincent from the house the next morning.)
His voice is hushed when he speaks. A pin could drop and be more clearly heard. “Mom's… getting better.”
Not getting worse than she already is.
You plant a kiss on the crown of his head, lips soft and adoring on his skin. You ache to take his burden, to take his share of suffering.
It hurts sometimes, to be right beside him but feel so faraway. Yet like this, feeling every curve and edge of his body—you can convince yourself that it doesn’t.
“Is Vince asleep?”
“Yes,” you reply, tucking a blond curl behind his ear. His head unconsciously tilts to the room where his younger brother rests. Ever so protective of him even like this.
Continuing you say, “He was looking for you,” you thread your fingers through the short blond strands at his neck. Sam untenses slightly in your arms, his arms going limp at your sides. “He's been fidgety lately. Restless.”
“He usually is.” his feeble attempt at a joke. Though the rasp in his voice only makes it sound resigned. You purse your lips, eyes tracking back to the cedar wood of your bedroom door on the other side of the room—and the sleeping child behind it.
You stroke Sam's hair, thinking. “More so than usual.”
(You know why. He knows too. Kent wasn’t the same when he returned from the war. He was vulnerable, not the fragile type but vulnerable in the way a ignited bomb threatened an explosion.
Vincent wasn’t either—grown much more from that thumb suckling toddler when he left.
“My dad is coming home soon,” Sam confides in you on that day on that day on the beach. Him standing a few feet away from the shore line, and you; next to him.
“This isn’t how I wanted him to grow up,” his voice cracks with vulnerability. “I—I want him to have a better childhood than I did.”
“He will, Sam. He will.” I know you’ll make sure of it.
His eyes are red-rimmed and raw when he looks at you. All you wanted was to wipe that anguished expression off his face.)
He is silent. All is silent. Tranquility is like a honey thick syrup poured over your chest, smeared all over the expanse of your body. The soft sounds of your synchronized breathing is the only sound you can bear to hear. It makes your eyes droop, the lethargic feeling dulling your senses.
Your hand reaches for his, intertwining your palm with his long-fingered one. You relish in the familiar feeling of his calloused fingertips, earned from afternoons spent with his guitar. His skin is warm, warmer than yours. You give his hand a tentative squeeze, he squeezes back.
“Mom told me to say hi to you both for her,” he tells you, his breathing slow and deep. “She misses him, and you. She’s coming to visit as soon as she can.”
“Vince misses her too,” you sigh, craning your head forward to peek at the top of his head. “It's affecting him, I can tell. Penny's getting worried. She tells me he hasn’t been himself at school.”
All that Sam can manage is a deep intake of breath, then a softer resigned exhale. There isn’t much nor enough for him to say. Your free hand goes to smooth down his back. The muscles there are tough—bunched up and tense.
He shifts between your thighs, baring down heavier on your pelvis. Even as tired as he is, Sam is restless. Always has been, whether it be on his skateboard or with his guitar. You ignore the growing ache in your lower back—it is not your moment, but his. The warmth of his weight on top of you overpower any discomfort you have.
Twirling the stray curl at his neck, you finally ask. Fingers featherlight against his shoulder. “How… is he?”
Sam stiffens above you, the lean line of his body rigid. He’s clearly distressed with talking about his father. You suck a breath through your teeth, knocking your leg gently against his, giving your silent push for him to continue.
“I can't even lie,” he squeezes his eyes shut and turns his face away. “It isn't good, Doc Harvey says dad’s got PTSD from the war. It's triggered by loud sounds. Remember the time he woke up because of the fire alarm?”
You nod, curling your fingers around his. You try to provide him any semblance of comfort—to reassure him. You love him, always.
It's painful to see, to watch what he’s going through only by the sidelines.
Sam looks up at you from your chest, eyes blurry with exhaustion. His jaw tensing ever so slightly, you see the patchy blonde stubble starting at the jut of his jaw. The wrinkle in his brow growing more prominent at the mention of his father. It's a fresh type of wound, raw and open. You dance around the topic, like poking a sleeping lion that threatens to attack at any given moment.
“We’ve transferred him to stay in my old room. He’s been holed up there most of the time. The nightmares are keeping mom up. He wakes up screaming most nights." Sam rasps, squeezing your fingers. He speaks lowly against the thin fabric of your sleep shirt, the heat of his body bleeding through it and into you.
His voice dissolves into a pained crack when he speaks. “It sucks.”
“It will get better, we can get through it,” you sit up slightly, elbows bent behind you. Sam's been out the whole day. You assume he must be starving and tired. “Do you need anything?”
Sam doesn’t let you up, though. He tugs you back down under him with the gentle pull of his arm. You still in his arms, looking down at him.
“No,” he pleads. “just… stay with me, okay? Let's stay like this, please.”
You swallow, nodding. “Yes, of course.”
You wish you could ease his worries. You wish you could tell him that it’ll be alright and he would believe it.
You love him, more than life itself. Like you are a planet that orbits around him, the sun. You show him so everyday—and will continue to do so with everyday that will come.
You just wish he’d be more selfish with you.
If he falls, you’ll piece him back together. Glue his bones together with your hands, relying on the familiarity of his being. Anything, you’d do anything.
The matching mermaid pendants resting over his and your collarbone symbolizes that.
“I want to help you, sam. You take all this burden up on your own. please?”
He sits up, back hunched over you. A dim shadow of him filtered over you. You follow him, like you can’t bear to be apart from him.
“You are, you always have,” Sam softens, gazing at you so reverently you could sob. He looks at you as one gazes at master paintings, like he is in wordless awe of you.
The room is dark with night. If you strain your ears hard enough, the cooing of the owls filter through the cracks of your windows. The moonlight is scarce, you can barely see the expressions painting his face. Though, you’re sure your expression is as lovesick as his. Practical hearts in your eyes as you stare.
“Looking after Vince is more than I could ever ask for, honey.” he whispers, pinching the hem of your sleep shirt between his thumb and pointer finger.
“No Sam,” you murmur, taking his face into your hands. your hands frame his face, warming the cool skin of his cheeks. Desperation fills every movement in a plea for him to understand. “I meant you.”
You inhale, relishing the smell of sweat, mint and rubbing alcohol on his skin. The scent smells so comforting, and so familiar.
You hope he finds that same solace in you as you do with him.
“I want to take care of you,” you say more firmly, stroking him on the skin of his brow bone. “Won’t you let me?”
He stares at you, enveloping your hands with warmer ones. You sigh contentedly at the feeling. They sear into your skin, warming you with the righteous heat of his devotion.
To you, he is the sun and you have the sun right in the palm of your hands. You know he won’t ever burn you, nor leave your skin red and raw from his intensity. His rays are gentle, a featherlight whisper of a kiss on the expanse of your body.
But the sun never stops shining. It is steadfast in its duty to provide. You worry, will he explode in a grand supernova or crumple into a black hole?
Either way, you will never allow it. You’d rather douse the sun in the water of the ocean to hold him in your arms. Maybe then, he can finally rest soundly.
You feel his thumb rub back and forth on the back of your palm, silent and considering. The brush of it melting you against him like a contented cat. A smile graces your lips, you can wait.
Though you do not need to. Sam turns his head and kisses your wrist. His nose bumping into the crease of your thumb. You feel honeyed warmth drip down your heart, collecting in the cavern of your chest.
That's all the confirmation you need.
(There are some days his words fail him. The days his mind is bursting with ideas, so much so it’s difficult for him to convey a singular thought.
That's alright. Perfect, even. Sam has always been better at expressing himself through actions.)
“I love you,” you kiss his forehead, then over each of his eyelids. You want to kiss every inch of his skin until there is nothing left to cover. “so, so much.”
You press your lips to the corner of his. Opting to speak your promise against his skin, to tattoo your undying love into the smooth expanse of it.
Sam tilts his head, causing his lips to brush completely against yours. He presses them firmer against yours, the taste of spearmint gum heavy on his tongue. You lick the seam of his lips—let me in, let me in.
“I love you too. more than you know,” he gasps, tearing his lips away. His breath puffing warmly against the skin of your cheek. He declares it as if he’s running out of breath, and it is his final words. A willing sailor drowning in the deep ocean that is you. “More than anything, more than life itself.”
You press your forehead against his. Your eyes meet the depthless green of his. The twinkle is there; flickering and faint but present.
Love is what brought him to you. It’s what keeps bringing him home to you every night. You want to be his refuge, his comfort, his partner for life.
Your eyes shut, eyelashes fluttering against your cheekbones. “Share the burden with me, Sammy. I can take it.”
At the end of the day, he is all you want. All that you need. If it takes him time, you won’t mind. even if it takes centuries.
Sam captures your lips again. Murmuring his agreement greedily against you. You love him, you love him and he loves you.
You are the one he comes back to, his spouse. The greatest love of his life. Home isn’t the farmhouse you’ve built a life in—
It’s you, always has been you.
everyone adores you (at least i do)
pairing: sam x reader
wc: 1.1k
tags: CHEEEEESY cheesy cheesy puppy love, mutual pining, sam is PATHETICALLY down bad, pre-relationship, abigail and sebastian mentioned, friends to lovers
synopsis: if it were up to sam, he'd spend every second of everyday at your side.
a/n: in all of my other sam fics, its reader embarrassingly in love with him...he gets a taste of his own medicine here lol!
With vanilla ice cream melting and dripping down your fingertips, coarse sand underneath you and the salty ocean waves lapping at your feet; you are a child again, sitting with your grandpa at the docks, watching as he reeled in a ‘big one’. Filling his bucket with loads and loads of fish.
Those days are far gone now, but the memory remains, as clear as the day you remember it. The feeling is nostalgic, sleepy in the way your senses are dulled by syrupy thick contentment. Beaches at sunset have that effect on you, you suppose.
“This is fun,” Sam says, tone lacking its boisterous loudness, you almost don’t hear it over the sound of crashing waves. “I had a lot of fun today, farmer.”
Your eyes flicker to him, his green gaze dead-set on the peachy golden sky, the taste of sea salt mingling with sweet ice cream heavy in your tongue. The sea breeze is cold, whipping against your face and running through your hair.
“I did too,” you agree. “Y’know, I don’t get a lot of off time with the farm and stuff. This is a nice change of pace.”
He smiles, that sunshine smile you’ve come to associate with Sam. “I caught you at just the right time then, huh?”
You shrug, your own smile mirroring his. “Auspicious.” He did.
The sun is setting, the day is coming to a close yet Sam wishes it wouldn’t, silently pleading with any higher being to somehow stretch time. He is barely a religious person, but the weight of his want is enough to transcend his own beliefs. Every second with you barely feels like enough; like sand slipping through his fingers.
One thing’s for certain, Sam isn’t going to just let it end here.
“We should hang out like this again,” Sam says, a little hurriedly, captured all in one breath. Shy and tentative, like a bashful child with a school crush. “Uh, I mean, do you? Wanna? Hang out with me?”
You can barely suppress a delighted chuckle from slipping past your lips, your chest warming with fond affection. “I’d be more than happy to. Yoba knows I need a break or two or I’ll actually explode,” you huff while Sam hums in agreement. “We can even invite Abigail and Sebastian… so can demo that new song for me, I see you all working very hard when I visit sometimes.”
He should be happy to hear that; that you’d be more than happy to spend your precious off time with him out of all people. You and him, him and you, Sam and the farmer. Your name connected to his with ‘and’, it makes him giddy, causes his cheeks pinken and pinken.
Just the two of you, though. Sure, he loves his friends, Abby and Seb have been with him since day one. But it feels out of place—
(Sam, Sebastian, Abigail and the farmer doesn’t have that ring to it…)
“Yeah, I—I dunno, it’s just…”
The unfiltered truth is stupid, at least to him. Vincent is far too young for some of the things Sam longs to say. There’s a reason Abby and Seb hang out under his nose, he won’t blame them, they have their own secrets he isn’t privy to—too serious, too dull for him.
(And now with you, he thinks you might just be the one he can share his own secrets with. Because even he has his own serious, dull thoughts. Thoughts that he doesn’t want brushed away with a snarky remark or a sarcastic laugh.)
“I kinda like that it’s just the two of us?”
His voice sounds unsteady, squeaky. Trailing off at the end, lost in the sound of water crashing at your feet. Phrasing his statement into a question that you could deny, that you could easily brush off—because if you did, he would too.
(It would be a bummer if you did though, but Sam is cool with that, chill with any decision you make. Really, he totally is.)
You grin, bumping your shoulder against his, your ice cream is dripping down, down, down your knuckles. Once your skin meets his, you don’t pull away, you press closer and closer to his side. Leaning your head against his sunburnt shoulder—but he barely registers the sting—and your arm against his own. It’s a pleasant weight, having you against him—grounding and tethering him to you.
“I do too. Like it, I mean. I think I get to see so many other sides to you, Sam. Without the others and all that.”
Sam feels his breath hitch, his cheeks flush even pinker even with the sunburns. “Woah, phew, I mean—awesome… When, when do you think we can meet next?”
You tilt your head, running calculations through your mind. You’re very busy on that farm, he knows; but Sam can’t help but keep his hopes up, you’re fun company. Maybe the best he’s had yet.
“I know I won’t have enough time until my melons are ready for harvesting—and don’t you dare try making a joke about that,” you smile, wide and cheeky. Right as Sam readies an innuendo at the tip of his tongue; it makes his blood pump faster and his breathing stutters at the thought of you knowing him so well.
“So how about this?” you propose slowly. “We spend one day every month doing all the stuff we wanna do, together. just you and me—fun right? I’ll even sleep a little earlier the night before.”
Sam bites into his ice cream—chocolate and your treat, at your insistence—though he isn’t quite sure if the immediate smile on his lips is due to its sweetness, or yours.
He leans closer into you, resting his head on top of yours, strands of your hair tickling his lips. Lowering his voice into a whisper so only you can hear.
(The secret is that you make Sam want. Want, want, want like he’ll never get sick of it. He hoards these stolen moments with you so greedily yet wants more.)
“…two days, two days each month.”
He feels your body shake with the strength of your laughter, warmth swirls all throughout his body, tingling wherever your body brushes against his own. Sam finds that he likes the feeling, the buzz of it—it’s addicting.
“Yeah, alright then,” you reply, mirth dripping from each and every word. “two days. We have a deal. Better?”
“Yeah,” he turns back to face the water, the ocean spray misting his face. “Yeah, a lot better. That does sound fun.”
Anything sounds fun when it involves you.
i like to think that ppl come to farmer for comfort or jst to genuinely hangout... requesting sam coming to farmer's house in the middle of the night as he confides in them w hot chocolate / coffee / tea 👉🏻👈🏻
apple cider
pairing: sam x reader
wc: 1.6k
tags: MILD hurt/comfort, pre-relationship, they are friends here!!
synopsis: sticky summer nights always make you feel a little restless.
a/n: its been 2 months with no sam fic!!!! here is my sincere apology hehe. title from apple cider by beabadoobee. this ask is so cute anon mwa mwa
Nothing ever truly rests during the summer; not even during the night.
Fireflies flicker and fly, weaving through the sparse grass beds sprouting from under your porch. The dark is hardly dark, your eyes have adjusted to the sparse light emanating from your dingy porch light. Your cardigan is haphazardly thrown off, draped over the hand-carved trellis. Bare feet meet the grass; damp and cool against your heated skin.
Energy thrums through the air, electrifying it with the undercutting buzz that leaves you wide awake. The season leaves the nights tepid, leaving your skin sticky.
You can’t sleep; not one bit tuckered out after a whole day toiling the fields. Though your mind is blissfully blank, your hands are preoccupied with bringing your mug to your lips.
The cacophony of crickets chirping echo through the flat farmlands of your property. It’s quiet, peaceful. Yet you are wide-eyed and awake, sipping on herbal tea—a mixture of herbs from your crop beds—in the hopes you can knock yourself out.
You are hyper aware of your surroundings, unable to pull yourself into the sleepy state you want. You feel the sheen of sweat drying on your skin, the warm summer breeze tickling the nape of your neck, the sweet smell of almost-ripe melons growing on your farm. The rhythmic sound of trees swaying with the wind.
The odd sound of a twig snapping is enough to pull you out of your reverie.
Your gaze snaps to the side, past your mailbox and to the dark path leading to town. Eyes adjusted to the dark, you see vague impressions of familiar surroundings. You drag your eyes to and fro, scanning.
A head of blond hair flashes through the otherwise dark veil of night, lamplight catching the brilliant golden hues of it. Doubting your eyes you furrow your brow; squinting your eyes, shifting on the porch steps, aiming to get a clearer look. Your mug is forgotten on your lap.
The figure shifts, tilting their head upwards and towards your direction. Then blue eyes lock with yours, the warm light of your porch lantern illuminating his expression. Recognition dawns on your face—
“Sam?”
Sam stops mid-step, face contorting into shock that outdoes your own. He flails, struggling with his words as to why in the world he’s caught on your farm in the wee hours of the night.
Both of you freeze, staring at each other in silence. Your fingers tighten then loosen around your mug. A tight line is made out of your lips.
“What are you doing?” you ask, tilting your head in confusion.
“It’s not what you think!” he holds his hands up in immediate surrender. “I was walking, and—and, my mind was blank. I just followed the path, I swear.”
You blink, once then twice. “Sam—”
“And–and,” he blabbers, “I guess… your farm was the best bet… The safest.”
That eases the nervous pitter-patter of your heart. It’s rare you get anyone on the farm aside from Lewis this late. You’re relieved, perplexed by his skittish behavior. It goes against what you already know about him.
Your eyes crinkle whilst you squint up at him, giving him a once-over. Like this, he reminds you of a teenager caught red-handed, eyes practically bulging out of his head with anxiousness.
An amused chuckle slips past your lips before you register it, smiling. “Sam. Can I speak?”
Sam turns back to face you, finally still. It gives you a clearer look at his appearance. Wild flaxen locks are tapered down by the beanie shoved over his head. His shirt is inside out, hanging awkwardly on his frame. He looks like he just rolled out of bed.
“Oh—oh yeah… my bad.”
A hand goes to pick back up your mug. “You’re good.” You take a sip of your tea. “Plus, I’m not bothered.”
“Oh…” Relief lets his shoulders go lax with a puffed breath. Then he looks back at you, conflicted on his face. “Hang on...You think me walking into your private property is—nothing?”
You snort. “You’re the last person I’d think would be worried about that.”
Sam paces, rocking back and forth on his heels, sporting a grim frown on his face. His gaze drops back down to the path, kicking at the pebbles. You wince internally; he doesn’t seem in good enough shape for jokes. It tugs at your heartstrings, a deep sigh pulled from your mouth and out into the humid air.
“Kidding. But it’s really no biggie.” you wave off. “Come by whenever. I’m always restless during the summer.”
He stares, breathing uneven and nervous. “Seriously?”
You nod, unusually calm in the face of his supposed trespassing. “It’s a me problem. It’s too humid to sleep comfortably. I even get more tired once I wake—”
“No, I mean,” he interjects, eyes wide. “I can come over? Anytime?”
“Yeah,” you shrug, rolling the muscles in your shoulders. “I’d love your company.”
“But what if you’re busy?”
“You’ll have to help me in the fields, then.” you tease, eyes crinkling. “You’ve got good legs for it already.”
A grin cuts through the grim lines of his face, “Are you 100% sure?”
You nod, eagerly. “Mhm.”
“Ah,” he rubs the back of his neck, suddenly sheepish. “That’s good. Super good. I wanted… well, I was kinda hoping to see you too.”
“Well now you’ve seen me.”
“Yeah, I’m glad. But ugh—I dunno, I guess my head’s a little messed up right now.” He runs a hand over his face, a frustrated groan along with it.
You watch him. There is never a part of him that keeps still, even now.
Maybe that’s why the words seem to come out so naturally when you’re with Sam. The restlessness—always grasping, bouncing, and shifting. “D’ya wanna come inside? Maybe it could help.”
“Yes, yeah. I want to.” he replies, instantly but then he double takes, checking in with you. “Can I?”
“I invited you too,” you laugh, pulling yourself up. “Calm down Sam, you’re fine.”
“Come in,” you call, pushing open your door. You do not turn and wait for him, traveling through the dark with the familiarity one has only in their own home.
You hear him pulling off his shoes by the doorway, then the padding of his feet trailing after yours.
Humming, you switch on your lamplight, propping it up on your kitchen table, pulling the chair back for Sam to sit in. You set your mug down on the opposite side.
The cabinet creaks when you swing it open, revealing your countless containers of seasonings and spices collected over the seasons. The rich smell of all of it mingling together wafts through your nose.
A pack of apple cider bottles stands by the cinnamon sticks, a welcome gift from months ago you haven’t gotten into yet.
You tilt your head back to glance at him, finding him sitting statue-still in your chair, then turn back to your cabinet.
“I have some apple cider, you want some?”
His eyes snap to yours, “Oh, yeah.”
Nodding, you tiptoe, grasping the glass bottle by the neck from the far end of the cabinet.
You sit the bottle down on the counter, popping off the cap with the flat edge of a knife. The cider fizzes, bubbling up until the neck then reducing. The sharp fruity scent of carbonation and apple mingles with the humid air. Sam takes it from your outstretched hand with a murmured ‘thanks’.
You sit opposite him. With your legs pulled up to your chest, you wiggle in your seat, leaning your cheek against your knees. Your eyes low as you cradle your own drink in your hands. Sam takes slow sips of the cider, the bubbles painting the edges of his lips then fizzing away.
It feels natural to watch him like this, like all normal neighborly decorum has flown out the window, making room for this—whatever this silent companionship may bring.
Curious, you break the veil of silence. “So what brings you here?”
Sam runs his tongue over his bottom lip, catching the stray drop of apple cider by the corner. His gaze goes faraway, eyebrows furrowing automatically without him aware. He’s silent as he thinks over your question, face contorting.
“Just—something at home, I guess. I wanted a breather.”
You swirl the string of your teabag, looking up from under your lashes. “Family stuff?”
“...Yeah, family stuff.”
You hum, voice low. You have a faint idea on what he’s talking about. Sam’s father, Kent, has been having a difficult time adjusting back to civilian life after being discharged—you heard.
Your eyes track over his form, his shoulder hunched and lower than you’ve ever seen them. Under the low light of your kitchen table, you pinpoint the signs of weariness marking his face—eye bags under his eyes and a perpetual wrinkle in his brow deep enough you see the shadow of it under his mess of hair.
“You don’t need to tell me if you don’t feel like it,” you simply say.
You look out the windows, eyes tracking the swirling the flickering lights of lightning bugs outside. Gaze low as you stew in silence. Your fingers tap idly at the table. You feel calmer, sleepier. That persistent buzzing under your skin dissipating into the boneless way you sit.
There will be more sticky summer nights like these, you’re sure. Maybe he’ll share what’s on his mind then but right now, you’re quite content with the silence. It cradles you like a refreshingly cool gust of air, tapering the heated expanse of your skin.
“Maybe next time,” Sam murmurs, staring into the steaming cup. “When I come over again.”
A smile unfurls on your lips when he raises his head to look at you. “When you come over again.”
Melting Touch (pt3 of the rescue mission series) deanxreader
Part 1. Part 2.
A/N: Its. About. To. Get. Hot. Guys please sent me requests as I have zero! You know this will be mostly filth, right? Like kinks and all..
Warnings: SMUT! PURE FILTH!, rough Dean, if this is a warning but Dean is in charge completely, touch refusal. If there is any that ive missed let me know.
You were sat in the library helping the boys with their research. Dean was opposite you and Sam was leaning over Dean’s shoulder to read what was on his screen. Dean’s eyes weren’t on the computer though, they were on you. You were hunched over a book, one of your hands playing with the hair at the back of your neck and the other running along the pages of the book infront of you. His eyes were on your lips, the way you pulled your bottom on inbetween your teeth as you read.
Sam watched his brother,having stopped mid sentence, knowing he wasn’t listening at all. He observed as his brother drooled over you.
“Okay, Dean, are you done undressing Y/N with your eyes?” Sam groaned.
Your head snapped up, the blush creeping up your neck and painting even your ears. Dean blinked hard and cleared his throat. You looked up at Sam and glared slightly.
“Shut it, Sam” Dean grumbled as he watched you rise from the table.
You walked over to the tall man and reached up onto your tiptoes to kiss his cheek, only being tall enough to reach his jaw. Dean’s jaw clenched at the action, his eyes still not leaving you. You then shuffled over to Dean, rubbing your eyes tiredly. Leaning down, you placed your right hand on his cheek. His stubble was rough against your lips as you gently kissed his cheek.
“G’night boys” You patted Dean’s shoulder and shuffled your way to your room.
Dean blinked and looked from the research to your direction making his brother laugh. “Dean, go” Sam smirked before starting to clear up the papers that were scattered around the table.
In that moment Dean launched up from his chair, practically sprinting to your room. He paced outside your door for a while. Dean didn’t know how to tell you how he felt but he knew he could show you.
You had just settled down in the sheets of your bed. Your night wear consisted of your panties and a flannel shirt that was held together by one button in the middle.
You were so close to drifting off when you heard your door open and close, your hand inching under your pillow to land on the knife you kept.
“Dean?” A light squeak left your lips as you felt the edge of the mattress.
A light chuckle sounded and you knew it was him. He slipped under the cover and nuzzled his nose into your neck, leaving light kisses on the exposed skin. A rough hand slid onto your thigh and pulled your back into a hard chest.
“ Dean” You giggled as his fingers tickled the inside of your leg.
Dean’s soft lips trailed up your jaw, his hands were everywhere. You felt his hand run under your shirt and up your stomach. You turned your head to kiss him lightly, capturing his lips between your own. You lifted your hand to reach back and tangle in his hair but with a light swat to your thigh, Dean stopped you.
“ Don’t touch me” He mumbled into your mouth.
You pulled away in confusion, turning to face him. “Why?” You asked, your voice small.
He tucked your hair behind your ear and trapped you against his body. “I can’t, I can’t find the words to explain how I feel.” He tensed, squeezing his eyes shut as he struggled to find his words so you took the chance to slide your hands up to his neck and weave your fingers into his hair.
His face relaxed and his eyelids freed the stress wrinkles. His lips parted as you tugged slightly. “I..” He breathed, as if he was having an internal battle with himself. “No, Please, just let me show you. I want to show you.” He grabbed your hands and held them between your bodies.
Without another word, Dean sat up and lifted his shirt from his body. Dean stood from the bed and started to unbuckle his belt, his eyes locked on you as you pushed the sheets away from your body. Dean froze.
“Is that my shirt?” His voice was hooded with desire as he eyed the tatted flannel on your body.
You nodded silently and bit into your lower lip, watching as Dean hurriedly slid off his jeans. He crawled back onto the bed and gripped your thighs tightly in his hands and yanked your body down the bed, the shirt riding up your body. Your arms were spread out at either side of you as you watched the glorious man in front of you. He lowered himself down between your thighs, muscles bulging in his shoulders and arms. Your arousal pooled between your legs as Dean hooked his arms under your knees. He placed hot, wet kisses along the inside of your thigh.
Dean gripped your panties in his fists, your legs now over his shoulders. A light gasp sounded from your mouth as he tore them in half, taking them from your body to throw them on the floor.
“I liked those” You whispered, suddenly going shy.
Dean laughed and went back to kissing your thigh, he was so close to your core. You could feel his hot breath against your slick folds. Wherever Dean’s lips were left a scorching heat behind. He nipped and bit at each of your thighs, his fingers digging into your hips.
Your eyes flew shut as you felt a smooth lick on your clit. A moan sounded through the room as he pulled it between his lips. You wanted to weave your hands through his hair but you couldn’t, you wanted to be good for him and stick to what the rule was; no touching. Your fingers gripped the bed sheets as your back arched, Dean’s stubble scratching against your thighs. Dean sucked harshly at the bundle of nerves, flicking tongue repeatedly over it. You panted heavily as you moaned Dean’s name. You felt the tight knot in the pit of your stomach starting to slowly unwind.
Dean trailed his right hand from your hip and down to your entrance, he gently teased it with his middle finger, grinning again when he felt you writhe beneath him.
“Please, Dean” You gasped and wriggled your hips making him look up, his lips letting go of your swollen bud.
“Look at you, so responsive to me.” He smirked as he watched you claw at the sheets of the bed when he slowly sunk his finger into you.
He curved his finger, hitting your g-spot perfectly, making you let out a loud cry. He removed his finger, trailing it up your body leaving a wet trail of juices behind. His long, rough, fingers landed on the button of the flannel and quickly opened it, letting the shirt fall open at your sides.
A rosy blush fell upon your cheeks as he trailed his eyes over you, taking his time to memorize every piece of the goddess splayed out before him. In his eyes you were beautiful, even your flaws. He ducked down and kissed just above your belly button. His hot mouth moving up your skin, stubble scratching along the way. Calloused hands gripped hard at your thighs, fingers digging in hard. You panted heavily when his mouth wrapped around your nipple, his teeth sinking into your flesh.
A cry of pleasure came from you making Dean twitch in his boxers. He groaned slightly and rubbed his erection against your thigh. He tugged on your nipple so it scraped on his teeth, goose bumps arising on your skin. You bucked yourself into him, eager to feel him, to get him closer. Dean sat up,you laying on the bed, breathing laboured. He pulled his boxers off his body, his member springing up to his stomach.
Dean gripped your legs again and hooked them over his shoulders before looking up at you, “Baby, I’m not gonna go gentle..” He warned as you leant up on your elbows.
You locked eyes with man and nodded, “I don’t want you to be”
Your legs fell to his sides as he moved forward to capture your lips with his own, his lips moving fast against yours. He reached down and gripped his girth in his hand, rubbing just the head between your folds. He hissed slightly and bit on your bottom lip, sinking his teeth in hard making you moan.
He waited for your nod of consent before he drove in, all in one. He stretched your walls, not giving you time to adjust before he drug back and drove back in again. His pace slowly picked up, the penetration stirring your arousal deeper and deeper. Your hands inched towards Dean’s hair but he stopped you by pinning your wrists to the mattress either side of you as he snapped his hips back and forth at an incredible speed.
You writhed beneath him, a moaning mess. Your hands were clenching into fists, eager to grip anything. The pleasure was intense, his thrusts grew animalistic, pounding you with such a force that the bed was slamming against the wall.
Dean’s lips parted as he moaned, a heavy sheen of sweat embracing his chest. “Y/N, Come on baby” He coaxed.
You were on the edge, so close with him hitting just the right spot inside you. His thrusts grew sloppy and you clenched around him, squeezing him tight and feeling him throb.
He drew back again and snapped his hips forward harshly, hitting that knot in your stomach and making it unravel. You screamed Dean’s name as your back arched and your legs shook. Your orgasm took over you, your whole body heating up like a fire. You felt Deans seed fill you as he shouted and let go of your wrists, his head falling into your neck.
You both panted as you came down from your high, Dean not moving from you. His head layed on your sweaty chest, your hand coming up to stroke through his hair.
“I love you, Y/N” Dean whispered, “Don’t leave me” His hand gripped your free one and held it over his heart, it pounding wildly against his chest.
You smiled softly down at him before answering. “I love you too, Dean” You closed your eyes, relaxing. “I won’t leave you, I need you too much”
So! That’s that finished! I’m sorry it’s so short.. my smut writing is shit. And yes there has been a change of username! I am taking requests!
A little bit Ghostly(SamxReader)
Characters: samxreader, briefly dean, cas
warnings: pregnancy, swearing, death? i think.
Summary: Sam and Dean are ghosts but Y/n can’t get them back to their bodies. The boys end up finding their way back to the bunker five months later only to discover that sam is a soon to be father. Dean then vows to find a way to get them both back into their bodies.
A/N: okay so i’m sorry if this isn’t factually correct but i’m only on season five and i don’t know much about what cas can and can’t do. i’ve been reading other one shots and kind of gotten the jist of it. If you want to know how Sam and Dean get back please ask for a part two! if this gets good feedback then i will carry it on. I don’t have an update schedule but i write when i can.
How could something like this happen?! You thought to yourself. You didn’t know weather to be mourning or angry. The boys had gotten Cas to turn them into ghosts for the hunt. They needed to talk to a reaper and you needed to do research. The boys found it weird that you willingly stayed at the bunker to research but they just put it down to your experience with reapers but little did they know it was because of the baby Winchester growing in your womb.
That was five months ago. You had no idea what had happened to them but you were starting to panic. You couldn't get them back in their bodies. You couldn’t even ask them for help because you had no idea where they’re spirits were. Castiel popped in occasionally and advised you to rest, but you couldn’t. You’d gotten Cas to do some mumbo jumbo on their bodies so they were reserved for when they eventually came back.
You were waiting for Cas to pop in. Waiting on news to see where they were; Heaven, Hell, Purgatory? Your left hand was resting on your stomach, the visible bump calming you, letting you know that you could at least carry on the Winchester gene. Sam was your everything, so to carry his child and bring them up was a mission you’d made.
You sighed, your right hand wiping tears from your eyes. You just wanted them back. The bunker felt so cold and lonely without the nitters back and forth or the laughing. It was just you now.
”Y/N, I have good news” A deep, stiff voice made you jump.
You knew who it was, each word pronounced correctly. Cas.
”Jesus, Cas! Don’t scare me like that” You sniffed, rubbing at your wet eyes one last time before looking up at him.
“I’m sorry. It’s been relayed back to me that they haven’t been seen anywhere.” He said slowly, trying not to anger you.
Standing slowly from the table, you clenched your fists at your sides. “They aren’t in hell! They aren’t in Heaven and they aren’t in Purgatory! Cas where the hell are they?!” You screamed as you broke down again.
“Y/N, I promise we will find them but you have to rest. Stress isn’t good for the baby” Cas said gently as he splayed a soft hand on your lower back.
Sam and were in the last motel you guys were at. They were hoping you were there. They had planned to move a vase off a table or something but came unstuck when you weren’t there.
“Dean, I’m telling you, she’s at the bunker “ Sam sighed, looking around the two-bed room.
Dean turned to look at his brother with an annoyed glare. “ Sammy, we’ve been doing this for five months. we’ve been checking motel after motel! Why didn’t you mention that she could of been there months ago!” He shouted.
You were family to Dean, he loved you like a sister and he knew you wouldn’t deal well with this.
“ I’m sorry, I’m not perfect.” Sam snapped, all he wanted was to be close to you. “How do we get there?” He asked curiously.
Dean bit his lip in thought and shrugged. “We,uh, maybe poof there?” he struggled.
“Okay, so, maybe we close our eyes and if we think about the bunker hard enough..we’ll be there?” Sam guessed.
So they did. They tried it and luckily it worked. When they opened their eyes seconds later, they were stood in the kitchen of the bunker, right behind you and Cas. The brothers looked at each other in triumph, a large grin spreading across Dean’s face.
Sam watched as you fretted to Cas. “Cas, I need them home. I can’t rest!” You argued with the angel.
“But Y/N you need to take care of yourself” Cas had crossed his arms, determined to make you rest.
Dean noticed you shiver and tense. “ Cas, is it me or is there a cold spot in here” You mumbled, head turning to look around.
“ Sam, Dean?” He called before nodding, he could tell.
“They’re here” He smiled.
Sam didn’t like it, the way you looked right through him. He nearly choked when you turned around, his eyes were locked on your stomach.
“ Sammy? I-I don’t know what to do. I’ve tried so hard.. I’m still looking.. I wont give up on you two. I promise” You mumbled, looking around wearily.
Your left hand came up to rub your bump, in an attempt of comfort. You sighed and began explaining.
“I found out why I was sick.. on the morning we found the hunt. Sammy, Baby, I was going to tell when the hunt was over.. but..I can’t get you back. I promise i will.. and you’ll be an amazing daddy. Dean, i know you’ll be the best uncle ever..” You sobbed into your hand. “I need you guys”
Sam walked forward and reached out his hand, trying to touch you. An angry growl left his throat as it went straight through.
“ Dean, we can’t stay dead. I can’t leave her like this.” Sam looked to his brother for comfort.
Dean had never seen his little brother so pained, he knew how much he loved you.
“We will get out of this. You two will be happy. You’ll have your kid, get married and be the best damn father there is. I am telling you now Sammy!” Dean’s voice trembled as he too watched you pull yet another book from the pile on the table.
How were they going to get back?
Sweet Dreams
Characters: Sam x reader, Dean
Summary: Deans layed up in hospital so this gives the reader a chance to drive the impala and play her own music. Sam uses his time to study the small, carefree things about the reader that make him feel an array of emotions.
A/N: Sorry it’s short.
Words: 968
Dean was awake and that was a good thing. The bad thing? He wasn’t allowed out of hospital for at least a few days. He had reluctantly handed you the keys, refusing to give them to Sam because the last time he drove a dent appeared.
After many threats and promises to look after Baby, you eventually met Sam outside the entrance. With a sly grin making its way onto your lips, you held up The keys and jingled them in front of the tall Winchesters face.
Sam watched with a fond smile as the mischievous twinkle appeared in your eyes. He loved the rare moments of a few days off. He always noticed you relax a bit more and he loved when your real personality came to show.
Sam’s hand reached forward to grab the familiar set of car keys, faltering slightly when you pulled them away.
“There’s a catch.” You giggled slightly, watching Sam’s confused expression. “You aren’t aloud to drive, strict order from the boss.”
His eyes locked on yours and his grin slipped from his face. “Oh he cant be serious. I don’t always scratch it!”
You walked closer to him and raised your eyebrow, placing your hand on his upper arm. “Sammy, Sweetie. Think about it” You moved your hand and smoothed some of his hair behind his ear, smiling when you could see his eyes.
It didn’t take long to convince the tall brown haired brother, mainly because it only took one touch from you and he was sold. You were on the road again, on your way to interview the victim’s family.
You lifted your hips off the seat to pull your old ipod from your pocked. You quickly plugged it in on the dock Sam included long ago and pressed play.
He watched, more like studied you. The way you visibly relaxed at the sound of the song. The small smile never left his plump lips as he watched you bob your head and tap the steering wheel to the beat.
“ Sweet dreams are made of this, who am I to disagree” You sand along with the words, moving your shoulders with every line.
You were so carefree, no matter what the situation and Sam loved that. He loved you.
“I travel the world and the seven seas, everybody’s looking for something” You looked toward Sam as you imitated the singer’s voice.
“You’re such a dork, Y/N” Sam chuckled but it didn’t stop him from turning up the volume.
“But you love me for it!” You winked slightly and went back to tapping and bobbing your head.
Sam’s expression changed and he sat up a little straighter, his smile turning to a knowing one. “Yeah, Yeah I do.” The silent mumble went un-noticed by you as you were belting out the lyrics even louder than before.
“Some of them want to use you,” You danced along as best you could, pressing your foot on the accelerator pedal a bit more. “Some of them want to be used by you”
Sam turned the speaker down low as you pulled up next to a park.
It came the time to dig up some bones, human bones. As you threw the shovel up onto the dirt you heaved a breath and looked at Sam.
“Hey, Sammy?” You asked quietly.
“What is it, Y/N?” He replied, fishing the fuel can from his bag.
“How much does it weigh?” You bit your bottom lip to hide the grin as you looked at the human skeleton in the ground.
Sam stood and furrowed his eyebrows at you and began to speak.
“Y/N, I don’t-”
You cut him off in a fit of giggles and snorts, spluttering out your answer, “A skeleton!”
You were still laughing when you pulled yourself out of the grave. You expected Sam’s reaction to the joke to be a bit different than it was. He just stared at you with those big brown puppy eyes. Sam’s expression looked defeated and fond.
“I love you” He breathed out on a chuckle as he shook his head.
You stood frozen. He just said he loves you. After all this time you thought it was one sided. You stayed silent as Sam burned the bones and covered the tracks.
Sam was torn, he thought he’d messed up. However as soon as the both of you had gotten in the impala and adjusted to the warmth, you’d clung to him. Scooting over to the passenger side to latch your limbs through his. You rested your head in his neck and sighed in comfort.
“I’m sorry I went quiet.” You whispered as Sam’s muscular arm held your waist. “I thought it was only me... y’know who fell in love. I’m scared, one day i’m gonna lose you to this job or your gonna lose me a-and that terrifies me”
Sam closed his eyes and let his lips rest on the top of your head. “We have to make the most of our time then.” He said softly. “Meaning, what a waste it would be if I don’t kiss you right now”
Sam gently tilted your chin up with his fingers and ran his thumb over your bottom lip, watching as they parted and your eyes fell closed. He dipped his head down, capturing his soft lips with your slightly chapped ones. He cupped your cheeks with his big, warm hands.
You two jumped apart to a knock on the window and a frustrated groan.
“Sammy, i’m happy you two got together but in my car?!” Dean’s voice floated through the car as he swung the door open.
“You aren’t meant to be discharged yet..how did you get here?” You blushed bright red as you scooted to sit up.
“ I discharged myself, dummy. Gimme the keys”
HEY GIRL YOU DEFINITELY DONT KNOW WHO THIS IS *WINK WINK WINK WINK* (I'm saying wink out loud everytime btw)
From stranger to stranger *wink* do you by any chance write samgladiator hcs??????? 😊😊😊
Perhaps x reader hcs??????? 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔
THATD BE SO SILLY IF YOU DID YKNOW LIKE GIRL ITD BE CRAZYYYYYYYY YKNOW LIKE ITD BE SO INSANEEEEEEEE RIGHT???????????
EAEHRHHSUGHE DUDE RIGHTHTHTH IT WOULD BE SOOOOOO FUCKING WILD AND SUCH A SILLY THING TO DO 🤭🤭🤭
(PROBABLY WILL BE OOC THOUGH since i only watched a few episodes, so I'm really sorry if this doesn't really fit your headcanons anon WHO I TOTALLY DON'T KNOW *wink wink*)
(ANYWAY, these will be (mostly) based off the reboot since idk much and keep in mind that I only watched a few episodes, so I'm really sorry if these HCs seem really OOC)
YHS!SAM X READER HEADCANONS GO WEEEE!!!!
I STILL DON'T KNOW HOW TO WRITE
❥ Sooo, starting off the bat, since I'm not really writing yandere hcs, let's put all the batshit crimes he committed aside for this occasion..and focus on him being really silly. ❥ If you see him tripping near a trash can, dude, that's on YOU. I imagine he'd be jokingly bragging to someone how he is about to make a 'pro gamer move', then immediately fail a millisecond later before he could even try SHIT
❥ His love language? Well...uh....you could say it's kind of a mix. ❥ For example, gift giving? Absolutely. If you were to mention something specific that you wanted even once (or maybe even when you were talking to yourself while walking back home)? Expect that very thing to appear right outside your doorstep with a poorly drawn rabbit doodle sticked on top of it with a bunny sticker. ❥ Quality time? Definitely! He loves to see you wake up and THRIVE FOR ANOTHER DAY! You BET he stalks the shit out of you though. If you can't shake the feeling that you're being watched at school, on the road back home, and mayybe when you are about to sleep, then that's on HIM. (Sorry, I said I'm not really writing yandere hcs, not that I will never write any.) ❥ Physical touch? ... ❥ DO YOU TAKE HIM AS A MENTALLY WELL GUY? I DIDN'T THINK SO. ❥ You should know by now that he would SCREAM the second his hand accidentally brushes against yours (though we're not sure about the accident part WINK WINK)
❥ I also have a teeny tiny headcanon that he only lets YOU touch his rabbit ears. (and I MEAN ONLY YOU if others even TRIED they'd be thrown to the nearest dumpster) And when you do so? He MELTS. Like don't be surprised if you see him giggle like a freaking teenage girl is what I'm trying to say 🤭🤭🤭
❥ You also cannot tell me he wouldn't also try to impress you, one way or another. Whether it be trying to make you giggle and twirl your hair by saying the most APPALLING pickup lines of all time, or casually talking to you about your interests as if he was already a huge fan of em (bro actually stood up all night looking at every search result on google about that topic, BUT SHH)
❥ He would also tell you about his day BY EITHER LYING OR TWISTING HIS WORDS AROUND. COME ON NOW.
"Sooo..what weree you up to this weekend?" ❥ "Oh, me??? Well, I bought my friend a cat...and I did help a guy raise money for his cancer.." as he recalls what the FUCK happened in his life that went wrong
❥ Now. You know this man would never ever want to leave you alone (as if it wasn't obvious enough with the abandonment issues and the stalking, but I digress) so you definitely would need to reassure his ass. But once you do so? His droopy rabbit ears would slowly, but surely go right back up again. He can't help it though, you just seem to always make him feel better by existing.
either way, he is a little fucked up bastard someone please put him in a psychiatric hospital (or kiss him, that sounds like a better solution) *DROPS THE MIC AND IMMEDIATELY RUNS*
Blood Across The Carpet PT1
Pairing; Sam x Max x reader
Words: 4341
Inspired by Guts on ao3 (by sammys_lover)
Tw: HEAVY GORE, smut/NSFW, might be dead dove: do not eat, sadomasochism (they're all sadomasochists, blood kink, cannibalism?, hickeys, suggestive, masturbation, fourth wall breaking, MINORS DNI!
PT2
Midnight, it was midnight and it was at this hour you did your masturbating sessions. Already in your bed, you began stripping yourself. Pulling off your pants, shirt and swiftly disposing of your underwear.
You adjust your legs giving you more access to your now bothered sex, currently now begging you to touch it. You pick up your vibrator and place it on your erogenous zone. It turning on, sending you gentle vibrating. You shiver at the effect. You slowly rub and sensually touch against your sex.
You giggle to yourself, already thinking about them. How they would kiss you, give you hickeys on your most sensual spots.
Your breath hitched as you slowly but gradually began speeding up. You closed your eyes and continued to fantasize about them.
What sounds they'd make, perhaps pinning them down and causing them to squirm against you.
You stiffle a moan, picking up the pace with much more higher haste.
You had a few neighbors that were parents so you would rather not have their children hear you full on moaning while you were masturbating.
You turned up the level of your vibrator.
You imagined caressing their ears and their cheeks, while they bite into you. Would- would they purr? Moan, make sounds of their own, maybe you could give them hickeys. Maybe you would make out with them during the sexual seque-
A knock on your door sounded through the room, ever reminding you of your nagging responsibilities.
You yelp, immediately stopping with your activities.
Another knock sounded, almost impatient. You make a high-pitched groan, probably due to your frustrated and bothered sex, currently now pulsating and being a little too swollen for your liking. You lazily slump out of bed, still wanting to finish your now interrupted session.
You took off the vibrator and placed it on your nightstand. Standing up on the floor, you picked your clothes back up and shuffled into them. Not even bothering to put on your underwear, instead only wearing pants and a shirt. The knocking comes back again and you huff.
"Coming! Just wait a second." You yell across the room.
You stomp towards the door, still irritated by the interruption. You open the door getting ready to yell at the 'intruder.' Until shortly stopping yourself after realizing it was just your two favorite homicidal maniacs you adored so much.
Max, the egocentric rabid bunny who seemed to always jump at murder whenever given the chance and Sam, a dog who acted as the voice of reason. Although, you knew he was very much far from this whenever presented the chance and small hints at a possible sociopath.
Two friends you would gladly welcome in your humble abode at anytime, however THIS was one of the times where you absolutely did not wanna see them considering your.. predicament.
And besides the fact that you literally just fantasized about them fucking you while masturbating.
You mentally slapped yourself, well fuck.
"Oh hey guys.. what are you two doing here?"
The rabbit began snickering about something all so suddenly while Sam was giving him a look of disapproval.
Two seconds in the job and you already managed to fuck it up. Great stuff, (Y/N).
"The real question is how you managed to wet yourself! We're not THAT scary (Y/N), and I who thought you got used to us." He stated the last part dramatically, laced with sarcasm.
You furrow your eyebrows, confused by his statement. You share a look with Sam. He clears his throat and point towards your pants, avoiding eye contact.
You look down.
What the hell were they talking about-
Oh-
You touch your pants, where your private part was hiding. It was wet, undeniably wet.
OH
You flushed, face red with embarrassment.
Cum.. It was cum.
Max gasps melodramatically, Sam gives him a look, shaking his head in disapproval.
"(Y/N), infront of us?! Do you have no shame? Who knew you were so.. kinky." He said feigning seductiveness in his voice, trying to sound low and husky at the last part. (He wasn't that good at it, failed actually.)
You could've just die right then and there.
You flush an even deeper red, your breath even hitching. You avoid his gaze, eyes trailing to your door.
"No- well I-"
As soon as your voice hitched you stopped.
Max eyes his partner smugly, a certain smirk plastered on his face. He drags out his hand towards the dog, expecting something to land in his hands.
You raised an eyebrow.
What were they doing?-
"Money."
Sam attempts to rolls his eyes and quickly places the cash in the palm of the bunny rabbit's hands. Max snickers to himself, counting the cash.
No way did they just bet on you. There is no way.
"Anyways, Max and I was just wondering if you'd let us stay for a while-"
"We WON'T be long!" Max interrupted, giggling about something.
A bad pun probably.
"Sure, why not."
Shit, autopilot.
The couple let themselves in your place, Sam closing the door behind himself and smiling at you almost nervously. Just as you were about to take a step forward Max hopped on your face.
Your vision was basically taken over by him.
"Lookin' stylish as usual (Y/N)! A little bit worn, but attractive!"
He got off of you. You rolled your eyes at him, walking towards your couch as the two follow you.
"I already told you Max. You won't get my machete, no matter how much flattery you give me."
Max groans at this, huffing while Sam chuckles.
"Better luck next time, little pal."
You grin, looking down at the rabbit for any reactions at Sam's comment.
"Buuut Saaam, it looks so nice 'n sharp." He whines, slumping a little bit while walking.
Sam only chuckles and Max turns to you, brightening up a bit. He jumps on your shoulder, grabbing at your face
"If you give me that machete of yours, I'll tell you all about Sam's recent-" he turned to Sam. "-mishaps.." he snickered, all to mischievous in his tone.
Tempting..
"HEY!"
You looked at Max then Sam.
Max held a mischievous look filled with sadistic urges and Sam had the appearance of a lost puppy, pleading you with all his heart to say no.
Luckily for you, that didn't work on you and as much as you did want to know about Sam's secrets (and possibly kinks) you didn't think your machete was up for the trade.
"Tempting, but as much as I do like the idea. I value my machete much more over a little.. gossip." You giggle.
Max gave you a both amused and disappointed expression, jumping off your shoulders. "Your hesitance would say otherwise."
Fuck. Then again, you would pick this topic over the.. other topic considering it's implications. You were honestly surprised Max even dropped it considering him.
When you had arrived at the couch, both Sam and max had quickly sat down along with you. You were just about to say something until Max's stomach rumbled.
Max groans immediately, grabbing a few toys from his.. fur? What how?! Pocket fur?!
"When are we gonna eat?! I'm staarving." He drawled out, still playing with his dolls.
You raised an eyebrow.
"You didn't eat before you went here?"
"We were in a hurry!" Sam enters the conversation, albeit defensive.
You look at him with skeptic eyes, confused why he had said that oh so defensively.
"Sam, if you went through all this just to steal some food away from me, I will punt your ass-"
"Just make sure to do it against a wall. He's very nimble and fast, despite his height." Max remarked nonchalantly.
You stared him down. He eyes you a bit confused.
What-
"Look, (Y/N) I'm flattered that you even think I can do it like THAT but, have you seen my height?!" He gestures to himself.
Now that you think about it, he did have a point.
You mentally slap yourself.
Stupid, stupid, STUPID brain-
"Now, when can we eat? I mean, not to interrupt your conversation about punting me in a wall but my stomach here is having a little bit of a spectrum."
You gaze at him with a puzzled expression, almost concerned.
How did he manage to talk about THAT so casually?! Especially about him?
"You mean you're hungry?"
Sam nods. You glance towards the kitchen, standing up from the couch. Max perks up, eye glinting a bit. You rolled your eyes at him.
"No Max, I do not have conveniently placed corpse in the kitchen that we can eat."
He deflates and huffs, turning back to his dolls.
"If you keep this up you might find a corpse in your bed tonight." He giggles way to mischievously. You shudder at the thought. He looks back up to you, enjoying your reaction. "Don't worry, it won't be you."
"God, I wish." You grumbled a bit, face flushing.
This time Sam smirked, staring right at Max. Sam drawled out his hand towards him. He grumbled and went through his invisible pockets pulling out some cash and giving it to the smug dog. Sam snickered, putting the cash in his pockets.
Fucking hell, these two would be the death of you.
And you were going to enjoy every second of it.
"Anyways, I don't think I have any food for you two. Kind of empty in the fridge right now."
Sam deflates and Max only slumps a bit. You smirk.
"BUT, I think I have some corn dogs left from your last visit. Interested?"
Both lunatics perk up immediately at the words 'corn dogs.' Max threw away the dolls on the floor, one doll lost its head at the impact as he ran full speed into the kitchen. Sam bolted as well, leaving you there to chuckle for yourself at their antics.
Until your chuckling was broken by a shuffling sound coming from the kitchen.
Shit.
Max.
"MAX!"
You dash into the kitchen and seeing that indeed Max was rampaging in your kitchen for some corn dogs. You sigh and find the corn dogs immediately, glaring at the bunny while he simply giggled at the attention. You averted your stare, now putting full attention on the dog. Sam chuckled a bit nervously.
"Why didn't you stop him?!"
"Trust me I did!" He defends himself.
Max giggles, gazing halflidded towards Sam. Giving him a certain look.
"Ooo, strivin' for appreciation now are we?" He taunts.
Sam roles his eyes at this, though blushing a bit. You couldn't help but feel a little flattered.
But you were pretty sure they didn't love you that way. You weren't even sure if they were open for a polyamoryous relationship. Besides, they seemed as happy as is as of now.
Still the thought of you being in a relationship with them?
You blushed.
Always turned your gears.
You sigh.
Too bad it's never happening.
You got slapped across the face by a certain paw, interrupting your thoughts.
"HEY! EARTH TO (Y/N), DO YA HEAR ME?!" He yells.
You huff and stroke your face where Max had slapped you.
"Max, as much as I do like your fists in my face, don't hit me when I'm internally monologuing about my surroundings and vise versa, capiche?"
"Hey you know I can't keep promises! Especially when 'm hungry."
You squint at Max, until huffing. "Well, fair- alright FINE, just don't interrupt me again or I'll use the b word." He grins even wider, looking at you with a certain.. look.
"Don't ya worry about the b word! You're allowed to swear here, surprisingly."
You deadpan him right in the eye.
Fucking stupid anthropomorphic bunny.
"Not that word you doofus!" Sam enters the conversation. Max simply stares, perplexed and dumbfounded.
"Then what?!" Max looks around with furrowed eyes and.. eyebrows? Where did those come from? I guess it's similar to his disappearing mouth.
"HONEYBUN!" You both yell. A small 'ohhh' sound comes out of Max. You and Sam both share a look.
Silence...
Max breaks it of course.
"Anyways, can we just get this snappy!? I'm starting to get the intense urge to 'nick' at that wall."
You roll your eyes, and put the three corn dogs in the microwave, turning it on. Max skips to the table smiling all the way.
You lean against the counter eyeing the pair.
Silence.
Unusual for the two morons.
Until they eye you up and down.
Oh, fuck.
So this was where things were going?
You were in no shape or form for this.
You blush immediately. Sam looks away, a certain red on his face and Max being smug, a tint of blush lying on his face although faint.
"So about that wetness earlier.."
HOW?! HOW DOES HE MANAGE TO SAY THAT SO CASUALLY?!
"Y-YEAH?" Your voice was high pitched, probably due to excitement and embarrassment. You went a deeper red. Your sex was already cumming. You hated how sensitive and easily bothered your sex was.
Then again you WERE just masturbating before these two lagomorths decided to interrupt. So you can't say you're surprised.
"W-WHAT ABOUT IT?!"
You avoid eye contact, instead looking towards the side.
"What were you-"
The microwave beeped interrupting his sentence, you immediately turning your attention to the microwave. Max perked up at the sound, now turning all his attention to the corn dogs. Sam looked albeit bashful, not completely focused. You grab three corn dogs out of the microwave, giving them to your fellow friends.
You sit down at the table, biting into the corn dog, plain. They both stare at you, confused.
"What?"
"You're not even going to have something on them?!" Sam asks surprised.
You shrug. "Not that hungry for ho- I mean corn dogs. I ate about 45 minutes ago?" You take another bite.
"But you always have some sort of weird topping on 'em!" Max joins in.
"Not today."
They both share a look before shrugging, biting into their corn dogs as well.
You check the clock. It was late. You usually would've prepared for bed and all by now. You bite into the corn dog, munching a bit.
You glance at them.
Just how long were they planning to stay?
Max was staring at you wildly, a certain glint in his eyes. You eye him quizzically. You bite into the corn dog once again. His ears twitched.
The hell is going on-
Oh wait.
OH.
You blushed looking away from the rabbit.
Shit.
Why is he fucking horny right now.
You look towards Sam. His breath was visibly quickened, breathy sighs escaping him.
Okay fine. Maybe they were both horny right now.
Not that you weren't horny, you would even say you're more troubled than them right now.
You know what fuck it.
You chuckled, gazing at Max with full confidence.
"Max, as much as I would love to tear you apart limb from limb by my teeth. I don't think that's age appropriate with our audience-"
"(Y/N), (Y/N), THIS thing is explicitly marked for mature audiences! The people clearly know what they're getting into!"
Both Sam, Max and you stare at the readers.
You all turn back. "He's got a point. Wouldn't wanna upset all our readers over here."
You shrug at Sam's statement, going back into the groove. You take a last bite into the corn dog and throw the stick into the trash can.
"You think you could do one of those on me?" Max giggled a bit, looking a bit manic and excited.
"Maybe later Max. Besides we haven't reached that point yet."
He huffs and throws the corn dog in his mouth, devouring it whole. (Yes, along with the stick.)
How?!
You turn to Sam seeing that he too was done. He probably finished it before you anyway, he's usually the first to finish his plate.
You yawn, still feeling a bit swollen and sensitive at your sex. You didn't even get to finish because of these morons. Max stares at you as you yawn, almost a bit impatient and disappointed for some unknown reason.
You stretch out your limbs as well as your back, a few snaps and joints popping back into place. You rub your eyes, trying to focus on the pair.
"You two gonna leave soon? I have a feeling I'm gonna take some REM sleep soon."
"Is it okay if we stay here for the night? Max and I are having a bit of a.." He eyes his partner. "Predicament."
You furrow your eyebrows at the pair.
What were they going to do? Live here?
"Fine, but be quiet alright?"
Max smirks at you, looking particularly suggestive in some way. Sam chuckles, probably already knowing what was going to go down.
"What gave you that idea (Y/N)?~"
Fucking hell, you could not deal with all of this tension. Awkward, but also not and sexual tension.
Luckily for you, Sam comes to the rescue.
"How about we watch a movie?"
Sam has betrayed you.
Max perks up, ears stretching up a bit and his eyes going wider. Sam chuckles, looking down at his partner.
Max jumps off the chair, running to the living room. You follow behind him, Sam coming shortly after. You all sit in the couch. Until Max runs off to his dolls, picking them back up and running back to the couch.
You all stare at each other.
"So who's turn is it?"
Max and Sam both look at each other.
"Isn't it my turn this time?" Max says.
You glance at Sam.
"Actually I think it's Sam's turn."
"Have you checked the notebook?"
You look at the notebook.
"Yep, it's Sam's turn."
You give the remote controller to Sam. He stares at it for a bit. "Well, what should I pick?"
You and Max both share a look of excitement, turning back to Sam.
"Horror." You both say. "And make it the gore-y kind, I don't want some soft 'n gentle shit." Max continues. Sam chuckles and gives him a look. He turns to your tv and presses a button, turning the tv on.
You stare at the small rabid lagomorth sitting next to you.
Oh, a horror movie.
You know how he can get at a horror movie. All turned on at that. Especially if it has realistic gore.
You blush turning to the side.
And you.
Shit.
Something was going to go down, wasn't it?
Movie night? Sleep over? Gore?
Such a cliché.
"Do you two have any suggestions?"
Both you and Max perk up, staring at Sam. He looks at you two with slight regret, preparing what's to come. Max opens his mouth but you shut him up. You smirk at him, giving him a mischievous giggle. He only returns it, getting your gist.
You personally wanted to see what Sam was gonna pick himself. Besides, seeing him struggle while looking for some good gruesome movies for you two would be very amusing. It was clear that he didn't watch a lot of horror movies, especially the graphic ones. He only watched when you two wanted to or did.
That wasn't to say he didn't enjoy them. In fact, there were a few scenes where you could obviously see he was turned on. Understandable though, that guy getting his head ripped off with that monster with the possessive voice and all was pretty hot.
Sam eyes you two skeptically, confused by why not any of you would suggest a movie. He tugs at his chin, in thought.
How cute.
"Well? What are you waiting for Sam? Turn the movie on already you had promised us." You say with a twinge of sarcasm and mischief, although it was subtle. Unnoticeable by the blind eye.
He eyed you before turning to the tv, flicking through multiple horror movies in the catalogue presented to him, trying to find the perfect one. A drop of sweat even fell down the poor dog's forehead. You couldn't help but snicker, Max joined in too.
He furrows his gaze at you two, clearly suspicious over your snickering. You pull up your phone, looking for the most graphic horror movies ever made.
Cheater..
You smirk at him, giving him a certain gaze. You grab his hand with the remote controller, caressing his fingers for a bit. He looks up to you almost a bit meekly, faint blush appearing on his cheeks. You pull off your most softest smile at him, he flushes even more. You give his hand a small caress.
He shuddered.
He looked as if he was gonna die.
"Here, let me help." Low and gentle, your voice was. It reminded you of some VERY sexual scenes in your head. Ideas for later, keep them in mind.
He only nodded in response. You smirked and caressed his hand while picking the movie your webrowser had shown. Or the website to be more specific. You even moved his hand up, acting as if you were going to suck on his fingers, until quickly giggling.
Each shudder and hitch of his breath, the flushing, his obvious excitement only made you more hungry.
Hungry for him, hungry for both of them.
Excitement and pleasure, the feeling of your sex getting more bothered by his reactions until you finally stopped to click on the movie. Max was drooling beside you, gazing at the sight of both of you. You could hear each drip, each drop and a low growling deep in his throat. He looked so dazed, so off and out of it.
His hand swifting across a bit against his abdomen, then leaving, then coming back. You giggle.
As much as you did want to fuck them here an right there. You wanted to wait. You wanted them to feel excited, a longing.
Beg.
You wanted them to beg.
You got closer to Sam's mouth, a mere inch between you two. His heavy breathing flowing and blowing onto you, quickening then slowing down and hitching. He was frustrated too, his hand shifting down to his abdomen, close to his dick.
Oh you couldn't allow that.
You wouldn't allow it.
You grabbed his hand, pulling it up to your face. Innocently, you did it innocently a gentle face directed towards him, hiding all of your intentions. Until you bit into his hand. A muffled moan went out of his mouth.
He clenched his teeth together just to not be heard.
Cute.
Still you bet he would sound even cuter if he just let out his sound. If it hadn't been muffled.
You let go of his hand, letting it fall down to the side. You winked and propped out your tongue at him, saliva dripping and coated around your tongue. His face was completely red now, a bulge appearing on his pants.
Tapping from the other side, Max was tapping his foot manic and impatient. His eyes still looked dazed but they looked more insane and crazy than usual. You smirked and clicked on the controller, turning the movie finally on. Sound emitting from the tv.
And suddenly they all moved their attention to the screen. Sure, small twitches here and there but no longer so focused on you, or for Max both of you.
They said nothing, completely silent. The stares and blushing features on them however betrayed them. Max still had drool all over him and Sam still had his erectness going on.
You smiled slyly as you watched the movie. The atmosphere in the movie was somehow not very different from the atmosphere you had laying across your living room.
The thick tension, Max's obvious want to tear through both your flesh and Sam's. Sam gazing at where your sex lied. Sexual tension in the room just as hot as the movie. You could already tell a gruesome scene was going to come up.
You grinned wildly, already getting turned on by the intensivitity of the movie. Even Max's attention was brought to the movie, Sam seemed to avert his stare at your sex, now also watching the movie.
Max grinned a manic smile, his eyes turning into slits giving the interpretation of crazy. Sam stared at the scene happening before him
A scream from the woman on the screen, her clit was exposed and a beast of a man was staring her down, towering over her pinned down body. Not even looking man and more monster.
The monster took a claw against the woman's hole, acting as if it was going to finger her. Until slashing at her vulva, tearing it completely apart. A shriek, the worst shriek you had ever heard in your entire life.
Blood was pooling out of the woman's vulva. Showing her vagina. Her cervix and uterus destroyed, slit up right for the viewers comfort and view.
The scene changed, instead the beast began tearing her apart at every organ, every part or at any space it could find. Blood splashing everywhere as the woman wailed and cried, screeching and flailing. Cum was leaked out from the womans vagina after having been destroyed, urine splashing at the claw of the feline probably still having been in the body. Guts and various essential systems destroyed at the hands of the beast. Lungs lost of all it's purpose, nerves popped and splashing, quickly shooting out all of its liquid.
Intestines spread across the room, having been flanged and ripped out of the womans body. She began hurling up the blood, quickly loosing her consciousness slowly succumbing to deaths sweet embrace. Her eyes loosing her light and color, until the beast plucked out the eyes of her sockets, the last optic nerve slowly but shortly being ripped from the vitreous, creating a small quelshing sound. Gurgling, and horrid screams, liquid and squishy gluttonous sounds are heard from the scene. Enough to make an old woman faint.
You smiled getting more and more turned on as more organs lied exposed across the room, the sounds only making it better.
Blood was about to spill across the carpet.
And it's out! I hope you enjoy part 1 <33 BTW I HAVE NOT PROOF READ IT. PLEASE IF YOU SEE ANY WRITING MISTAKES JUST COMMENT OR REBLOG. Thank you.
EDIT: this is also my first smut fic for sam and max so I'm sorry if it isn't good. But anyways don't be afraid to add constructive criticism. I always strive to become a better writer.
Blood Across The Carpet PT2 (END)
Pairing: Sam x Reader x Max
TW: SMUT/NSFW, BLOOD KINK, saliva kink, threesome, oral sex, anal sex, face fucking, GORE, fourth wall breaking, very badly written MINORS DNI.
It had been a while. Right now you three were halfway into the movie. Just another half and it would be done! It had also been strangely quiet. Unusual for the two lunatics.
Still, you could definitely understand why. All these gruesome scenes made it hard not to pounce on these two. You're sure Max felt the same considering all his twitches and excited movements. You were honestly surprised he hadn't pounced on you two yet. He didn't have the best impulse control considering.. many facts.
Yet he still kept his composure. You were honestly more surprised over you still keeping your composure. You had always been the more horny of the duo, kinky and all that. And considering this movie's pacing and graphic scenes, you weren't sure if you could last any longer.
You were going to eventually burst or Max was. It was gonna be one of you two, or it would be none. Well, maybe Sam but he wasn't prone to acting on impulse. You stared at the tv, trying to ignore the drool and your obviously twitching eyes. You were pretty sure you looked rabid right now and perhaps even more insane than Max right now.
Your twitching and tense movements, your heavy ragged breathing, the blush covering your face, the sweat running down your forehead and your wide frantic looking eyes.
Okay maybe frantic wasn't the right words, manic was. Or perhaps even worse.
Now that you think about it, you may look more like a horny perverted maniacal beast but that was besides the point. Oh wait, maybe you looked more like a rapist?
Thinking about it now, you hadn't even looked at the sociopathic lunatics next to you who could jump on you at any moment. Well, you had but you would say it was more of a glance without actually even getting a glimpse of it.
Not that you would, considering your face.
You turned your attention back to the movie, now actually paying attention to the scenes. Two cops were talking to each other while the detective was simply giving out information and what it could gather.
They were in a closed and dark place, lights barely shining on the alleyway they were in. The atmosphere gloomy and nerve-racking, how typical. One of the cops looking like the worried and nervous guy while the other one was tough and seemingly brave, wearing a proud posture.
After the detective had given all the information, it left with an ominous aura leaving behind it, chuckling all the way. The two simply waved and went on their way, taking another way than the detective.
Suddenly, a loud screech was heard from behind them. The two stood still, frozen in shock. A roar and a monster hunching over them. Drool was dripping on their head from the salivating beast behind them. The two finally turned around, trembling and terrified from the contact and the roar behind them. They stared at the beast, looking at it wide eyed.
They screamed and bolted away from the beast, trying their best to avoid it. It simply roared again and sprinted towards them. In mere seconds it had them already pinned down against the cold and rough ground. It showed its teeth, dry blood covering its sharp canines. Saliva was covering its teeth, dripping down on the two cops.
Their faces were petrified to say the very least. Maybe even worse than even that. One even fainted you think? You leaned in, not being able to contain yourself as you stroked against your private part.
Well, you had to get it out somehow. It was going to happen eventually anyways.
The beast devoured the guy who fainted in mere seconds, swallowing him up while gluttonous glug sounds could be heard. The body practically vanished, the last thing being able to see was their feet as they got completely swallowed.
Disappointing.. you were thinking more blood and organs.
The beast glared at the other one. It stared at it momentarily until slashing through it's body. He screamed, thrashing and sobbing against the beast as blood practically splashed out of him. Another set of organs being shown.
You weren't sure if you could take it anymore. You were going to pounce on them or you were going to suffer in silence-
Another scream as the cracking of bones could be heard-
"I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!"
What-
Max practically threw himself against you, clashing his teeth into the nape of your neck causing you to moan loudly. Soft but somehow rough hands pinning you down against Sam while you were getting the literal daylights sucked out of you. This was more akin to pouncing onto prey but god was it hot.
And a blessing to your godamn fucking frustrated sex.
You digged your nails into Max and pulled him closer against your sex, begging for some kind of friction. Max moaned into you and thrusted harder into your neck. You couldn't help but let sensual sounds escape you as you pulled him closer and bit into him with such ferocity that blood was flowing out of him like a river. Well, maybe not THAT badly but you get the jizz.
Max's canines let go of your neck, his breath hitching throughout your biting. You swiftly swapped the position and pinned him down into Sam's crotch causing a yelp to escape Sam. Sam was absolutely flushed, you could already sense his excitement.
You stroke against Max's crotch, a yelp escaping him as his breath hitched. He looked at the side a bit, attempting to avoid eye contact. You pushed his head immediately down against Sam's cock causing both the lagomorths to yelp, forcing eye contact with Max. You plunged yourself against his teeth, kissing him harshly while he squirmed against you, desperate for friction. You smirked mid in your kiss and pushed up and down with Max's head, your knee going up against his crotch, trying to find his erogenous zone-
A moan.
You felt a slit.
He has a slit?
Okay.
You can deal with this.
You thrust your knee into his hole, blasting it. Max mewls against your kiss, pushing him up and down letting Sam get friction too. Sam hitching and inhaling in moans. You kneed Max as he began rocking his hips around your knee, closing his legs around it keeping your knee in place. You grunted wanting to feel friction of your own and pulled away from the kiss, finally getting some air. You pulled Sam towards you, nipping at him for a while until throwing him to the side of the couch causing a light thump sound. You removed your knee from Max's slit, he groaned and whimpered a bit at this until you got on Sam and tore his clothes off in mere seconds, revealing his cock. You smirked and adjusted Sam against Max's slit, giving him the gist.
With a final smirk towards Max you turned back to Sam. You stripped and threw your clothes to the side, letting the cold air fall onto your sex as it throbbed. You adjusted your sex over Sam's mouth. You poked at his canines, gesturing him to open them. He hurriedly obliges, almost in a lust filled haze. You were too, to be honest. As soon as he opens his canines you throw yourself down into it, you sex now currently giving full access to his tongue. You rock your hips at him giving him a seductive look, until quickly giggling.
Without hesitation, his tongue lapped on your sex, rolling around it and licking as much as it could while at the same time plunging into Max. Moans were sounding through the room, thrust after thrust your sex started getting more desperate. You rocked your hips against his tongue, trying to get as much as possible, saliva was coating your sex as you started to cum at his tongue lapping around. More and more saliva wrapping up and down on it. Breathy moans all escaping you as Sam was eating your cum up. You were just about to finish until you got up and away from Sam's tongue.
You wanted to last.
You smirked as breathless pants came out of you. Sam got out of Max, him simply whimpering. You all took a breather, gasping for air.
"I- I n-need a mo.." You stated breathlessly. They all simply nodded along with your statement.
After a few moments of rest you propped your anus on Sam's dick. Sam's breath hitched excitedly as Max jumped on Sam, allowing his slit being wide open. Your breath hitched.
Fucking hell did you wanna finger him.
..Later.
You adjusted your anus and began rocking around Sam, closing your eyes allowing you to take it easy for a bit. Until Sam began thrusting into you. You eyes twitched and you breath hitched, sensual sensations going through you enough to make you crazy. Then suddenly, everything seemed to fade away and only Sam mattered at this point. You moved your hips against Sam's shaft, letting the movements slowly become rougher. The sensation of having Sam fuck you while you fucked him back was making your heart race. Your breath was quickening with every thrust Sam gave you, moaning as you tried hard to not come yet. Sam thrust faster, thrusting even harder. You didn't have the strength to even move properly, so you kept moving against him. You continued doing whatever you possibly could, moving around. Moving around.
Until you finally removed yourself from Sam, you panted not even looking at was Sam had done to Max. Max looked visibly exhausted too but you didn't let that slide. You sat down on Sam's dick but not letting it slide in you, Sam grunted and you pulled Max towards you, he yelped. You pushed your fingers into his slit, pumping in and out. He was mewling against you, drool running down from his canines. You used another hand to grab Sam's hand into your mouth, lapping at them and licking on them, prodding at any space you could find, sucking and nipping a bit. They were all a moaning mess, yes you weren't done yet.
You pulled out Sam's fingers out of your mouth and let it rest to the side a bit, instead putting the fingers you had in Max into your mouth, wetting them a little before thrusting back into Max. Max groaned and rocked his hips around your fingers, enjoying the new wet feeling in him.
A breathy sigh escaped you as you switched to Sam, wanting to try deepthroating. You grabbed against his cock and threw it in your mouth, sucking and thrusting up and down as Sam mewled against you, breathy moans escaping him at each suck and tongue lapping onto his cock. You thrusted him deeper into your throat, licking him all the way which made you gag. When Sam's cock hit the back of your throat he came, a loud moan leaving him and the sight of him spurting into the back of your throat was delious. You gulped down all his cum, letting it run down your throat. It was thick and warm, almost suffocating for your throat. You gagged moaning a bit until you gulped again.
You laughed, Sam was pretty much finished. You moved back to Max aiming at his slit and biting around it, he moaned at this, turning around to face you and bites back. You yelp and lap a tongue around his slit causing him to falter at the sensitivity. You lick him a couple times until it grew less sensitive and you pull out of his slit, licking his lips clean then placing your face between his legs. His erection was pulsing against your cheek and you leaned back slightly, taking it in and feeling your insides grow warm.
You fingered yourself all the while, stroking against your private part all to sensually just to help yourself come. You knew these two would come, you had fucked them endless.
You sucked and lapped around Max's slit, him squirming more and more coming closer and closer.
And he came.
Cum ran out of him and into your mouth, you delicately swiping it away with your tongue until you came all over the couch.
Oh right, you were still on the couch.
Finally you all finished, panting heavily and looking to the side. You grabbed the blankets on the side of your couch and wrapped you and the two lunatics in it. You nuzzled against them.
"We have got to do that again." You breathed out, they all nodded along. Max giggled through pants.
"And you have to take me to one of your targets some time. I wanna have front row seats."
You smirked and nipped at him a little, until pulling out.
"Maybe later honeybun. Besides, I don't have any targets yet to assassinate."
You giggled while Max groanned, Sam simply chuckled.
"Hey I've told you about that b-word!"
You chuckled, rolling your eyes at him until turning to the TV. You raised an eyebrow.
"Hey wasn't that on before?"
Max looked at the TV and chuckled.
"It was but the author completely forgot about it after being in their horny fuck haze."
They all laugh turning towards the author.
[The author denies this claim and simply states that they were drunk.]
Sam chuckles.
"Isn't that just what Max explained except it being one singular word?"
[NO]
And they all fall asleep the end or something lousy like that I dunno.
Sam x Reader x Max (ROMANTIC HEADCANONS)
• Fucking hell, do you have death wish? You got together, with THESE TWO?! Damn, that's surprising. Usually they never gain interest on ANY other people. Let alone romantically or other weird blissful feelings. Yet here you are.
• You three are a literal power couple. Okay fine, maybe not on the "literal" sense but certainly powerful. You, being the peace keeper, although secretly causing mischief behind the scenes. Sam, being the the logical and sensible one, but secretly enjoying yours and Max's violent acts towards humanity. Max, being the mischievous menace to society as per usual and partaking in sadistic acts regularly. In a short way of describing him. Gremlin, lagomorth, psychopath and etc.
• Look, they're not really physically affectionate. Sure, Max is very physical and touchy but it's not affectionate. (Well, I guess it could be seen as affectionate.) Max would even say he's uncomfortable with physical affection. However, he tends to be more affectionate indoors, clingy and many other adjectives. Just don't be too physical with him unless it involves gratuitous acts of violence. He only gets uncomfortable if you (or anyone, really) touches him. Fine with touching others, unnerved when someone touches him.
• Max tends to nuzzle against you, hopping on your shoulders and leaning down for an upside down kiss. He can be very gentle and cute with it. Or he can let impulses take the best of him and thrash against you. He can be VERY rough with his affection when impluse takes over. Maybe even clawing against you, biting you (hickeys) or just otherwise hurting you. (Unless, well masochist.) He is also a cuddler, weirdly? Tries to be big spoon. (Succeeds a lot, actually. Obviously.)
• Sam is a bit different. He's a lot more affectionate, but just like Max he is more affectionate indoors. Sure, a few hugs here and there when on the job or while in a case but otherwise most of the acts are done in closed doors. But- fuck, is he affectionate. He is absolutely adorable when he's affectionate. Nuzzles, hugs and so many kisses. Also his little tail wag is just- the cherry on top man. He is also SUCH a cuddler. (He's also the little spoon, fucking bottom sub.)
• Sam has an insane vocabulary. He will give you the weirdest of compliments with the most unusual words. Sometimes you aren't even sure if it's a compliment. The only way you know it's supposed to be a compliment is by his tone.
• If you're a sadomasochist, you three will get into a bunch of acts. Tearing a man's skin off, gouging someone's eyes out- you get the idea! However, most of the times it's you and Max participating in these acts while Sam does sometimes.
• Puns, and LOTS of wordplay with these two. These two will constantly joke and make morbid jokes. With you in the gang it only multiplies.
• Max enjoys being thrown into a wall and many other sadomasochist acts. If you can, do it as much as you can per day. For some reason he get more snarky and aggressive than usual when you haven't hurt him enough. Aggressive to OTHER people that is. Which usually leads to things and more unexplainable things.
• Despite the fact that they're the "police" they participate in illegal acts almost everyday. Then again it's not that surprising considering.. well them. (Usually it's selling organs to the black market *COUGH* *COUGH* but let's not talk about that.)
• You three usually go to this weird restaurant Max enjoys. The restaurant is err.. well questionable to the very least. But you've gotta say you've come to love the place and so has Sam.
• Look, with these two on your tail there will ALWAYS be adventure no matter how insane it sounds.
Suplex Supperdox
Pairing: Sam x Max x Reader
Words: 1389
Warnings: GORE, mentions of sex, angst(barely), but other than that it's pretty tame, nothing sexual actually happens.
I HAVE NOT PROOFREAD THIS, don't except it to be perfect. And unlike my other 6000 words something smut fic this one is obviously a bit shorter.
Also this fic is obviously gender-neutral. Come get your shit simps.
Summary:
Going on a date with Sam and Max, you find yourself in an unexpected situation and having a conversation with them about your job.
Sounds of guts and blood getting thrown and splattered out of the body fills the dark and wide forest. Max's grin getting wider and wider as he used his weird saw bat to shred the already dead corpse. You helping along with your sharp axe you got at a market a long time ago and Sam lovingly looking at the two of you. Kind've in the sense of- oh I dunno "look at these two dorks" or "they'll never change will they?" sort of way, kinda not really at the same time. Point is, I forgot the word and now I'm making up lines.
You hit the corpse on its shoulder just perfectly slicing it off of its place, creating a grotesque pop and crunch sound as well as a squelching sound from the flesh. You quirk an eyebrow and grab onto the arm with your already bloodied hand. You look at it with great intent. Examining it you found a particular bone that piqued your interest. You stared at it until delicately putting your fingers around the head of the humerus popping out of the bicep. After studying it you roughly rip the humerus out of the flesh making a strange squishing sort of sound and a twist of the flesh once having held it together.
Bone in hand you fondle with it for a while, wanting to see how it feels more thoroughly. The texture of it was both rough yet smooth, the blood and meat still coating it making its texture even better. Whenever you would touch the flesh would make a small sludge and jiggling sound. The blood dripping off and onto the dirt-filled ground accompanying the air as well as the sounds of bones cracking from where Max was, making the experience even better. It sent a shiver through your spine. You relished in it.
You finally wrap your palm around the bone and let your hands slump down, instead turning your attention towards Max and Sam. "You know, when you two said "date" this wasn't the kind of date I was expecting." Max continues to repeatedly shred the body but his ear twitching up shows that he was listening. Sam on the other hand was giving all of his attention to you, not even looking back at the corpse. He looked a bit worried.
"What, a-are you not enjoying it?" Sam asks albeit anxiously. Max seems to momentarily stop before resuming again, this time going a bit quicker and a slight twitch from his grin showing. A look of shock immediately enters your face. You wave your hands frantically infront of you.
"What? No! It was just a bit unexpected. Well, now that I think about it, it's not that unexpected and more less expected but-"
"Were you expectin' some sort of classic boring ol' restaurant date? You know we stopped doing those when that cannibal restaurant downtown in the dark alley closed." Max's grin turned into a irritated expression while Sam looked anxious. But why? You sigh and take a deep breath. Just as you were about to speak Max interrupts you.
"Yeush, is it really that bad being with us? The only thing you do is work, work and work! We're getting- ugh yuck I hate saying this but-"
"We're starting to get worried (Y/N)." Sam interrupts Max. Max let's out a sigh of relief. "Thank you Sam." You quirked an eyebrow at the two, confused by they're statements.
Worried about you? Honestly you never knew the word "worried" and "we're" would ever come out of their mouths considering.. well, them. Yet here you were, hearing those words in an entire sentence.
You knew you worked a lot and was almost always exhausted after the day finished but it wasn't THAT bad.
...Wasn't it?
You sighed and simply shared eye contact with the two. Showing them some sort of attention in the means of them not completely ignoring you (or zoning out), Max was one example of this. "I'm sorry guys but killing is a hard job. You know, being an assassin and all that. If I don't give it my all I might mess the job up or worse get caught. You know how it is-"
"Then invite us to follow along sometime!" Max suggested, interrupting your sentence. You blinked and gave both him and Sam a deadpan. But you didn't open your mouth yet to speak, knowing very well whatever Max was going to say, he wasn't done yet. "You know how much I like violence! I wouldn't mind the blood and neither would Sam. We can even help and cheer you up so you don't get all tired and torn when you get home."
You chuckled and rolled your eyes. "I know you do. But as much as I would appreciate the help you two aren't exactly the trustworthy type." The wind blew against your face getting harsher, but they didn't seem to notice it at all. Max seemed dead set on convincing you to loosen up and agree with him and Sam simply went along. He looked a bit agitated and disappointed at the bunny, probably because he wanted to take the more gentler, long approach. While Max just wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible.
"Besides, I don't feel as if it's tiring to the point where it's unhealthy! I can still hang out and go out with you guys-" "We barely even got you here, (Y/N)." Sam interrupted, now also being more active in the conversation. Max continued Sam's sentence. "You literally whined to us and said you probably couldn't come." Your eyes widened and you tugged at yourself, averting your gaze from the two. They both had a weird look of determination.
You know for a bunch of dorks that barely seemed to waste time on affection or sappy stuff, they were awfully needy. But maybe they were right. You had found yourself spending less time with them and instead found yourself spending more time with your bed.
You cringed and your face quickly contorted into a look of defeat. You sighed and simply nodded, agreeing with their argument. Yet you still found yourself always admitting defeat quite oftenly when it came to them. Maybe it was because you were in love with them. That made you weak and bend over to your knees at any time to them.
Although this was far stray away from how you acted in sex. You were a lot more.. dominant then.
But this isn't the time to think about that, was it?
"Yeah, you guys are right." Immediately their eyes lit up. Sam one of relief and Max out of.. something else you couldn't quite piece together. "I should really take it more easy with my job." Max hopped and grabbed ahold of your hands, looking up to you in an instant.
"Does that mean we get to come to your job and watch a writhing living body tremble and churn while it slowly gets the life drained out of it?!" Max asked rather excitedly. His eyes had that usual glint of crazy. Meanwhile Sam chuckled and looked endeared by Max's excitement. You laughed and pressed a quick kiss on his mouth- err teeth. You then quickly booped him on his nose while laughing.
"Absolutely not, sweetheart." And just like that he quickly deflated, causing you to snicker at his overly dramatic reaction. You petted him softly and simply grinned at him.
"Of course you can pay me a visit at my job, honeybun."
Just as quickly as he had deflated did he sprung back to life. Sam seemed pretty excited too, his tail wagging from behind. You smiled and gestured him to come closer towards you. He happily obliged and rather excitedly came over to you. You shared the same kiss you had given Max towards Sam, except this time it wasn't on his teeth, but on his nose. He blushed and you blushed too, feeling the heat flush over your cheeks.
You turn back to the body and smirked. "Now I believe we were doing something, weren't we?" Almost instinctively they nodded and you giggled, turning back to the corpse.
Yeah, you wouldn't change a single thing for this.
Pure Soul - Sam Winchester Imagine
Summary: Cas calls in some help from a friend and she takes a liking to the tallest Winchester.
You heard gasps as yelps as you popped into the shabby Motel room. ‘Castiel’ You nodded to your brother. 'Winchesters’ You knew one of them, Dean, you had been one of the angels who had helped Castiel drag his soul out of hell. You had lead the charge into hell being one of the most experienced and Oldest Angels. It also helped that the first millennia after Lucifer had been banished to hell you would visit him.
Currently you were inhabiting a younger drug addict, who you had created the perfect life for in the back of her mind. Eliza was currently having a Sunday meal with her new husband and her four month old kid. She was over a year off heroin and didn't have one craving. Every night she thanked God for sending the angel she had prayed for so often to help her out. Little dis she know he wasn’t around, for a long while.
She had been the perfect vessel. No one would miss her when she disappeared there was no records of her for years. She was small barely above five foot and unassuming. No one would glance twice at her and if they did, she was too small and fragile, they wouldn't think she has harbouring an ancient warrior of heaven. Your eyes then landed on the taller but younger Winchester. 'So you are Luci's vessel' You mused. Your brother would be doing well.
He was tall and strong and was clearly adapted to a hard life. He would be a good vessel. Dean moved slightly in front of his brother and glared at you. 'Dean, Y/n means Sam no harm' Dean scoffed. 'Because he's Lucifer's vessel means she won’t kill him, not that she won't hurt him' You let out a laugh and flicked your wrist.
Dean flew back onto the bed and Castiel sighed. He knew what you were like. 'When you were in heaven Dean, the Angels didn't not find you because you were good at hiding, it was because I hid you' He sat up and reached for his gun which disappeared and appeared in yours. You smiled. 'Not that it would do anything but pinch but I prefer not to harm Eliza's body unless I have no other choice' You informed him. You looked back at Sam. 'Old Gabe told me he knows of a trick to get Luc back in his cage’ You seen him tense. ‘Don’t worry I’m the only Angel that knows and I’m fully behind it but how are you going to get him back in?’ The three of them exchanged glances.
Castiel stepped closer to you and laid a hand on your shoulder. ‘I have told you of the brothers plan’ You shook your head. ‘I am sorry Samuel but I can not allow you to do such a thing. Do you plan on overpowering him?’ You raised your eyebrows. ‘If you fail many human lives will be lost’ Sam opened his mouth but you seen Castiel shake his head and he closed it again. ‘Lucifer and Michael can not engage in a fight’ You seen Dean stand from the bed. ‘Your kind helped get him out of that cage’ He shouted. You glared at him. ‘I killed many of my brothers and sisters when I found them opening the seals’ You growled.
Your eyes began to glow. ‘You expect me to believe that you killed your own kind to save mine?’ His voice was raised. ‘You don’t know me Dean Winchester’ You shouted and Castiel moved between the two of you. ‘I have betrayed Heaven more times than you’ve woken up in the morning to help your kind’ You felt your anger rising, You tossed the gun onto the table on the far side of the room. ‘So you can shove your assumptions before I knock them out of you’ Everything was silent for a few seconds.
Until Sam began to laugh. It was a small chuckle at first but then it escalated into a full out booming laugh. You looked at his brother. ‘Something I’m missing?’ You pointed at Sam but Dean just shrugged and sat on the bed. You looked back at the younger brother. His hair had fallen down in front of his face. His eyes crinkled around his eyes and he held his stomach. You couldn’t help but let a small smile creep onto your own face.
It took him a while to recover but as he stood he beamed at you. ‘I’ve never seen someone shut Dean up like that’ You involuntarily let out a small giggle and shrugged feeling a little shy under the intensity of his gaze.
You had never felt shy before.
Shaking your self you took your eyes from the gorgeous human before you and looked at his brother. ‘I promise this will not hurt him’ You reached out and you took Sam’s face between your hands. You palms scraped against the rough stubble that was on his cheeks. You yanked him towards you.
He fell forward a little at the force of it and he caught your waist to steady himself. His finger curled around you and you tensed. His hands were so large. You heard Dean jump up from his spot and rush for you. Castiel intercepted him. ‘The hell you doing?’ He shouted. Your eyes met Sam’s. They were beautiful.
A dark green around the edges that got lighter and brighter as you looked towards the pupil. There was specks of gold and a light brown around his pupils. You were struck by the beauty of them as they widened. You just smiled and leaned your forehead against his and closed you eyes.
You allowed your consciousness to seep into his mind. At first he began to resist but then you overpowered him. Too easily. You felt his hands tighten on your waist. He leaned more heavily on you and you used your grace to keep the large man standing. You probed around every corner of his mind. You were often met with resistance in certain places, once he had almost resisted completely, for a second and then you had taken control of his whole mind.
You retreated and opened your eyes. Sam’s eyes were closed and you almost felt sad at the fact. You took your grace away and his body crumpled to the floor. You dropped to your knees holding his head. You placed in on your lap. ‘Hell you do to my brother you Bitch’ Dean shouted. Your fingers moved Sam’s brown locks out of his face.
You looked up at Dean. ‘I know Lucifer’s strength and how he works, I was testing Samuel’ He stopped struggling against your brother’s hold and went still. ‘Testing him?’ You nodded. ‘To see if he can resist Lucifer long enough to take control’ You looked back down at the giant man on the floor. He was so pure, even with the demonic influence. ‘Can he?’ Dean whispered. You ran your fingers along Sam’s cheekbones.
The tanned skin glowed blue under your fingertips. You nodded taking your fingers for his face and clicked them. Sam disappeared and appeared on the bed a second later. You stood and turned to Dean. ‘He will need help, something to ground him’ You explained. ‘I have given him some of my grace to make it easier for him that is why he is unconscious right now’ You dusted your legs off and straightened your skirt.
You strode over to Dean stopping before him. ‘I do not know if he is truly strong enough but I will allow him to try as I have seen how true he is’ You concluded. ‘Are you willing to let him go to Hell Dean? He will suffer’ Dean scoffed. ‘Sugar coat it why doncha’ You rolled your eyes. ‘I am telling the truth. He is going into a cage with Lucifer and maybe I’ll help and shove Michael in there too’ You spat the last Angels name, never had you gotten along with Michael. You seen him tear up and he looked away from you.
You could feel how much he was hurting. ‘I know you love him, I loved my brother when he went to Hell’ You murmured and reached out laying your hand on his arm. ‘It hurt me to see him down there, to see him suffering. Not as much as it will hurt you but I understand Dean. You will not like it but it will need to be done’ You let your grace rush over him and his eyes cleared. He looked back at you thankful.
You smiled softly at him. ‘I know where the cage is, I can not guarantee anything but I will try and save him’ Dean watched you for a moment before he wrapped his arms around you. He pulled you into his chest his hand holding your head to him. You awkwardly wrapped your arms around him patting his back. ‘Thank you’ He muttered into your hair.
You heard chuckle behind you. ‘You two getting along now?’ A rough gravelly voice behind you. You pulled from Dean and looked at Sam. He was sitting up on his elbows. ‘How long was I out?’ He asked. You began to walk over to the bed. ‘A moment or two’ You sat beside his hips on the bed facing him.
You heard the flutter of Castiel’s wings. ‘Where did they go?’ Sam asked his eyes going to the spot where both your brothers had stood a moment before. ‘They said something about Bobby SInger’ You lied easily. ‘Sam’ You reached out and put your hand on his thigh. ‘You have one of the purest soul I have seen in a long time’ His eyes snapped back to you and you smiled.
He sighed looking away from your eyes. ‘I know you believe you are a monster, I have been everywhere in this universe Sam, even the places I should not, like Hell’ You chuckled and reached out. Your finger hooked under his chin making him look at you. ‘And I have seen Monsters Sam, you are not a Monster’ He smiled sadly at you. ‘If you were a monster you would have embraced the Demon blood’ His hand wrapped around your wrist.
He pulled your hand away from him chin but kept his hand wrapped around your wrist as he placed it on his lap. ‘I did, with Ruby. And again with Famine’ You let out a short laugh. ‘No Samuel’ You twisted your hand and took his larger one in yours. ‘You didn’t embrace it, Ava did’ You squeezed his hand. ‘You used what you were given to make things better, you exorcised demons and now you are using it to put Luc back in Hell’ You smiled.
He shrugged. ‘Sam, listen to me alright?’ He looked away from your hand and met your eyes. Again you were struck by how beautiful they were. ‘You are the furthest thing from a monster I have ever met. I can see your soul, and it’s one of the purest I have ever seen inside anyone’ You reached out and pushed his hair back again. ‘All humans have the potential for good and evil inside them’ You placed your hand on his face again and he sighed leaning into it. ‘But what truly defines you is what you do with that and which one you act on it. You choose good’ You smiled at him.
He smiled back softly. ‘And I will not lie Samuel, you had more pulling you to bad yet you still choose good, even when you were drinking Demon blood, you still used it for good. That is not a monster’ You leaned forwards and pressed your lips to his forehead.
You pulled away and stood. ‘If you ever need anything Sam Winchester, pray. I will be listening’ He reached out to grab your hand. ‘What’s the cage like?’ He asked. You sighed and nudged his shoulder. Sam scooted over in the bed and you sat beside him. You both leaned against the headboard your arms pressed together. ‘It’s hell, it’s bad. I won’t lie’ You reached out and took his hand again. ‘But you tell Lucifer to take it easy on you or I will come down there and kick his ass’ You smiled up at him. He was staring straight ahead. ‘Sam’ You breathed.
He looked down at you. His eyes roaming over your face before looking into your eyes. If you had a soul you were sure he would be able to see it. ‘You will survive, trust me. I promise you, you will survive. I will make sure of that’ Sam squeezed your hand. ‘Will you be there when I jump?’ He whispered.
You thought about it and then nodded. ‘If you want me to be present, I will be. You are saving a lot of people, it is the least I can do’ You moved your thumb along his hand and you seen the blue glow from under your fingers. Sam must have seen it too because his head turned towards your hand that lay on your thigh. ‘It’s my grace, inside you’ You explained. ‘It will protect you, somewhat’ Sam stared at your hands for a moment before looking up at you. He smiled before his hand came up to cup your cheek. You smiled back at him.
Before you could do anything he leaned forwards and pressed his lips to yours. You froze for a second before closing your eyes. You felt his lips move on yours. You lifted your hand and tangled it in his hair. He leaned back a little but his hand held you to him.
You followed him and threw your leg over his and straddled his lap. His hand detangled from yours and he wrapped his arm around your waist. You ran your fingers over his chest and then around to the back of his neck. He tightened his hold on you so your chest was flush against his. You rolled your hips and he moaned against your lips. You pulled away leaning your forehead against his. ‘Anything else I may do for you Samuel?’ You breathed.
You heard him gulp before he tightened his hold on your waist and ground you down against the bulge in his jean. ‘Something I can do for you’ He tugged you back in for a kiss and you moaned as a jolt of pleasure ran through your body. You sighed and leaned closer to Sam, allowing him to show you that he wasn’t as pure as you had believed
Uhhhh Sam feels.... I love our adorable giant Moose <3
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Mine - Sam Winchester Imagine
Dom!Sam x reader
Warning: SMUT SMUT SMUT!!!! Dom!Sam
Summary: You work a hunt with Sam and Dean Winchester. Teasing Sam has become your favorite pastime and this time he snaps.
The imagine to this
You walked into the bar. This hunt had been hard on you all, and you were planning on letting off a lot of excess frustration tonight. You were pretty sure the boys needed this too. Which is why Dean had run off to the bar. Sam had offered to wait but you had waved him off told him to go with Dean.
You caught sight of the boys sitting at a table. You walked over to the bar. ‘3 beers’ You told the bartender. He leaned over the bar smiling at you. His eyes trailed over your face and down your neck to your chest. The shirt tight low cut dress you were wearing gave him a perfect view as you leaned over the bar. ‘All those for you darling?’ He smirked his eyes returning to your face.
You smiled at him. ‘If they were?’ You sent him a smile. He chuckled and reached down pulling them out the three beers. ‘You planning on getting drunk tonight?’ You pulled the money out of your purse. ‘Laid’ You winked. ‘Keep the change’ You picked up the beers and turned. You made sure to add a sway to your hips.
Dean’s eyes found you first and they took you in slowly and deliberately. ‘Really? Got your eyes on some chick already Dean’ Sam groaned. ‘Not one he’s ever going to get his hands on though’ You said as you slid into the booth beside Sam. His head whipped around to rest on you. His hair flopped around and you couldn’t help but let a smile grace your lips. You watched as his eyes ran over your body.
His eyes took in the swell of your breast, particularly the flesh exposed at the top. Then continued down the length of your torso, taking in the curve of your back as you leaned forwards. His eyes finally landed on your laps. You seen his Adam's apple bob as he came to the end of the dress on your upper thigh. But they tool in the naked flesh of your thighs before they disappeared from view underneath the table. ‘Or he could have been eyeing these babies’ You put the beers on the table. His eyes snapped back up to your face and you swore you could see him flush. ‘Nah, it was definitely you Y/n’ Dean said with a smirk.
You rolled your eyes with a giggled leaning across the table and Dean’s eyes glanced down for a second. ‘Tough luck Winchester’ You laughed and grabbed your drink leaning back. You raised it to your lips wrapping them around the head of the bottle sending a wink at Dean as he chuckled.
You smiled up at the man who stood beside the seat. He was handsome, and tall. Actually, he looked a little like Sam now that you thought about it. You took a deep breath in and his eyes flashed to your top for a second before he met your eyes again. You smirked at him. Dean slipped into the seat across from you. ‘Hey Man’ He nodded to the man and he smiled down at Dean.
Then someone cleared his throat behind him. Sam appeared over his shoulder. ‘Sorry, man. You’re kind of blocking my way’ The guy apologized and moved for Sam. You were about to tell him off. Dean was smirking in the corner trying not to laugh. Sam slid into the seat beside you even though he could have easily slipped in beside Dean. You groaned as you moved in further into the booth.
Sam handed you a whiskey. He draped his arm over the back of the chair. He looked up at the guy who was hitting on you a few moments earlier. ‘Anything we can help you with?’ Sam looked up at him. You rolled your eyes. Well, that was a bust. The very tall handsome man excused himself and disappeared across the bar. You picked up the whiskey and downed it. ‘Thank Sam’ You almost spat. ‘Looks like I’ve struck out tonight’ You slumped forwards.
Dean chuckled and took the glass from your hands. ‘Well sweetheart, there’s always me’ You looked up and giggled. ‘Well, I’d have to be drunk to sleep with a Winchester, with the luck you’ve lot got’ Dean laughed. ‘Cos you’ve got such a good run yourself’ Dean leaned forwards pressing a kiss to your forehead. ‘But in that case, I’ll go get you another’ You chuckled as he stood leaving you and Sam in the booth.
Dean slid the glass across to you. ‘Give me two minutes’ With that he turned and almost ran the opposite way. You laughed as you seen him going towards two blondes. ‘Well, looks like Dean’s found a better option’ You smirked and looked back at your own drink. ‘You ain’t going after him?’ Sam asked readjusting himself in the seat to block Dean from your view. You raised an eyebrow. ‘With your hand that high up my thigh I’d rather stay here’ You breathed in his ear.
You ran your nails up his arm thankful he had chosen a short sleeved tight top today. You felt him him take a deep breath in and you pressed your chest against his and his hand tightened on your thigh his fingers pinching into the skin making you shudder. But you pulled away and straightened yourself taking a drink from the whiskey Dean had gotten you.
You giggled as you strolled back to the hotel room. Sam had left the bar in a mood. Dean laughed beside you. He was running to grab something from the room, a lovely young lady was waiting in the car. You had found yourself a lovely man but, unfortunately, it hadn’t worked out.
You waved to Dean as he disappeared into his room. You opened your own door. ‘I wasn’t expecting you to come back’ You jumped at the sound of Sam’s voice. ‘Jesus Sam, what the hell are you doing in here?’ He held up a lore book and you slipped out of your heels. You bent over in front of him and heard his breath hitch. ‘What are you doing in here?’ You laughed. ‘My room’ He gave you his classic bitch face and you shrugged. ‘Didn’t want to stay the night’ You turned your back to him
You swept your hair over your shoulder. ‘Unzip me will you?’ You asked him. You heard the thump of the book on the table and then his hands on your back. His large fingers took the small zip between his fingers and slowly dragged it down your back. His fingers grazed you skin every so often and you smiled. The zip stopped right above your ass and Sam ran his fingers over the top of your ass and then squeezed your hips.
You looked over your shoulder at him with a coy smile ‘Thanks Sam’ You breathed out his name and wiggled out of your dress. You let it drop to the floor pooling around your feet. You stepped over it strolling over to your bag. You heard a intake of breath from behind you. This wasn’t the first time you had done this to him. You picked up a large top of Sam’s and slipped it over your head.
Turning around your eyes fell on him. He was sitting on the small armchair in the corner of the room. Your eyes ran over him taking in how his large form dwarfed the chair you had been able to almost curl up in last night. ‘Sam?’ You asked tentatively, maybe you had pushed him too far. ‘Did you sleep with him?’ His voice was deeper than usual and you rubbed your thighs together.
You shook your head at him. ‘No, we fooled around a bit but I didn’t have sex with him’ You slowly made your way towards his tense frame. ‘Fooled around?’ He looked up at you. His face was hard. ‘What you mean by that?’ You bit your lip stopping in front of him. ‘You know what I mean Sam’ His shoulders tensed and rolled. ‘Details’ He breathed. ‘Sa-’ His eyes narrowed. ‘Details’ He snapped. You took a deep breath. ‘He ate me out in the bathroom’ Sam raised an eyebrow. ‘Yeah, I sucked him off’ You answered his silent question.His hand tightened on the arm of the chair. ‘Is that enough detail for you?’ You asked crossing your arms. ‘Or would you like to tell you more?’ You smirked. Sam’s eyes narrowed at you.
He let out a long breath closing his eyes. ‘Sam?’ You breathed dropping your hands to your side. You watched as his nose scrunched along the bridge. You reached out and laid your hand on the side of his head. You seen his face take on a slightly tormented look. His teeth bared scrunching his nose more. ‘Sa-’ He reached out and his hands landed on the backs of your thighs just below your ass. You yelped as he yanked you forwards. Your hands landed on his shoulders as your knees hit the chair. ‘Take it off’ He growled. Your mouth dropped open as he sat straighter. ‘Wha-’ But again you didn’t get to finish as he squeezed your thighs in his hands.
You shivered. His hands covered the whole back of your thighs. ‘Take off the top’ Sam snapped. You gulped. You had never had this side of Sam directed at you before. You swallowed the lump in your throat. ‘Don’t make me repeat myself again’ You dropped your hands from his shoulders and reached down. Your fingers wrapped around the bottom of the shirt and pulled it off of your body. You dropped it to the side. Your hands reached forwards and ran them over his shoulders.
Sam shifted closer to the edge of the seat. And closer to you. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to one hip. You sucked in some air when his lips came into contact with your bare skin above the skant underwear you had chosen to wear that night. He twisted a little pressing his lips to your other hip. They were just as soft as you had imagined them to be. Soft and inviting.
You jerked a little when you felt his teeth nip at the sensitive skin. His tongue darted out licking over the spot he had just bitten. ‘Sam’ You breathed and he leaned back looking up at you. You drew your bottom lip between your teeth. You tensed as his calloused palms ran over your ass. His fingers dug into the soft flesh before he continued. You leaned closer his chest pressed against your stomach.
His fingers moved lightly over your back and finally reach the lace bra you were wearing. ‘I’d tell you that I’d stop if you wanted but with the way you’ve teased me for all these years I don’t think you’d want me to’ He unclasped your bra and you let it fall down your arms. Sam’s eyes fell from your face and to your newly exposed flesh. ‘You’re right’ You breathed not wanting to talk too loud. ‘I wouldn’t’ Sam looked back up at you.
He nodded. ‘Good, because I’m sick of the teasing’ He laid him hand on your hips and yanked you forwards. His hand grabbed your thigh pulling it up around his hip. You steadied yourself and bent your other knee straddling him. His hands sprawled across your back and he pushed you up. Your hands tangled in his hair as he buried his face in your chest. His lips latched onto your left nipple. You groaned and your head dropped forwards as his tongue teased the sensitive bud.
Your fingers tightened in his hair and you pulled him closer. His hand swatted your ass and you jerked forwards with a sharp intake of breath. His other reached up and tweaked your right nipple. ‘Sam’ You whined as you ground against the air trying to get some friction. You tried to dip down to press your core to the bulge in his jeans but he ended up slapping your ass again, harder this time, and then holding you up. You tugged on his hair. ‘Sam, please’ His hand massaged your ass before moving to your hip.
He pulled you down rocking his hips up to meet yours. You moaned closing your eyes. His lips attached to the base of your neck. He began to suck and nip at the soft skin. You groaned as he marked you. He left three more before he took your earlobe between his teeth. ‘Now everyone knows you’re mine’ He growled his fingers tracing the red marks on you. You smirked. ‘That’s not what Mark was saying’ You rolled your hips and moaned.
You weren’t sure if it was the friction or your words that made him growl. But you were definitely sure it was your words that caused him to slip his fingers into the waistband of your underwear and allowed them to snap back against your skin. You yelped but leaned forwards. ‘Not when I had my legs wrapped around his head.’ You felt Sam tighten his grip on you.
Then he stood bringing you with him. You wrapped your legs around his hips. He glared down at you. You leaned forwards pressing your lips to his neck. He stopped. His hand found your hips and he ripped you from his body. He tossed you away from him. For a second you felt nothing. Then your back hit the sheets of the motel bed. Sam reached behind him and grabbed a handful of his shirt. He yanked it over his head and dropped it at the bottom of the bed. He stood to his full height.
Sam was a tall man, but he always slouched, always. Now that he stood at the bottom of the bed, he used it to his full advantage. His shoulders drawn back making him look broader than you remembered. His chest puffed out. He looked like an Alpha squaring off against an opponent. You shrunk back into the bed a little. ‘Really?’ He growled. ‘You want to play that game?’ His hand went to his belt and he pulled it from his jeans.
You let out a shaky breath as you let your eyes take in his upper body. His muscles were hard and you knew that the skin that covered them was smooth, a complete contrast. The black anti-possession tattoo was prominent on his collarbone. The muscles in his arms rolled under the skin as he reached forwards unbuttoning his jeans. There was a trail of soft dark hair from his belly button into his jeans. Your eyes ran along the waistband of his jeans. Damn, those hips. You couldn’t wait to wrap your legs around them as he slid into you.
You rubbed your thighs together at the thought. You groaned as his black boxers peaked out as he undid the zipper, He bent sliding his jeans down his legs and kicked them off. Your mouth watered as you eyed the large bulge. Jesus, it was massive. He definitely looked proportionate. You eyes glanced lover for a second. His legs were tanned and muscled. They tense as he left his leg up kneeling on the bed crawling towards you.
Sam growled and your eyes snapped back up to him. You squeezed your legs together and began to move up the bed. There was something primal in his eyes, he looked at you as if you were something that needed to be claimed. He reached out suddenly and his hand wrapped around your ankle. His bicep bulged as he pulled you back down the bed towards him. His other hand found your knee and he pushed your legs apart.
You gasped as you came to a stop your legs on either side of his knees. ‘You close these anymore tonight and I’ll make you regret it’ He dropped forwards. The bed dipped as his elbow landed beside your head. His face stopped inches from yours. You gulped and you were suddenly second guessing teasing sweet little Sammy. This wasn’t sweet little Sammy.
But you didn’t seem to mind. The damp spot in your underwear proved that. Every nerve in your body standing to attention proved that. The needy gasp that left your lips when he pressed his naked skin to yours proved that. The buzz and shivers that ran over your body radiating from the places he touched you proved that. ‘Got me?’ He asked and sucked on your neck. ‘G-got it’ You stuttered and you felt him smile.
He pulled back. His hand ran across your cheek and into your hair. His other hand dragged up your calf and wrapped around your thigh pulling your leg up to his hip. You wrapped one arm around his back and the other over his shoulders pulling him down to you.
The kiss was better than you had imagined. His lips were soft but he kissed you with a fierceness that you wouldn’t have thought he could. You had always taken Sam as the quiet one. You moaned as he pushed his tongue past your lips. You guessed he wasn’t the way he was pulling your hair proved that. Sam pulled away with a growl. ‘You taste like him’ He breathed when you opened your eyes. You bit your lip.
You let out a shaky breath. ‘Sorry’ Sam scoffed. ‘No you’re not’ He dropped his lips to yours in another bruising kiss. You rolled your hips up against his and you heard him groan. Sam’s lips came away from yours and you whined at the loss of contact. His hand squeezed your thigh and he pressed his lips to your jaw. You threw your head back giving him a better view of your neck. Your hips jerked as he bit down on your neck.
Sam ground his hips to yours. His clothed crotch grinding against yours. His hard cock brushing against your clit. ‘Sam’ You cried out your fingers tugging on his hair You raised your hips trying to get more friction. His hand came down on your hips slamming you back into the bed. You whined. ‘Sam, please’ You panted as he made his way down your body.
He took one of your nipples into his mouth. You arched up into his mouth and his other hand paid your other breast some attention. He rolled your nipple between his fingers. You moaned and gripped his hair tighter. ‘Sam’ You tried to grind into him but he moved his hips up. You could still feel the heat from his skin but you couldn’t touch him. It was torture, he was s close but you couldn’t touch him. Your nails dug into the soft skin of his back.
He let your nipple from his mouth with a pop. You groaned. ‘Me or him Y/n?’ You moaned at the sound of your name coming from his lips. ‘You, Sam’ You cried arching up into his large palms. His five o’clock shadow scraped against the skin of your boob. ‘Then why didn’t you come back here with me?’ His fingers traced the top of your panties. ‘Y-you never asked’ You breathed out letting your eyes close.
Sam began to press kisses down your body. ‘Thought I made it clear you were mine, especially when that douche was trying to hit on you’ He pressed a kiss to your skin just above your lace underwear. ‘Sam, please, please’ Sam chuckled and his fingers pushed your underwear to the side. He ran his index finger along your slit collecting the wetness there.
Sam hooked his fingers around the elastic and dragged them down your legs. You gasped as the cool air of the room.Sam turned his head and pressed his lips to your calf. He ran his hands up your legs his lips following.
When he got to the top of your inner thigh he nipped at the soft skin there. You tightened you hold on his head his long hair tickling your thighs.’Sam’ You whined. ‘Please’ His hand wrapped around your legs opening them and you tensed waiting for him to finally give in.
You groaned as he pulled your other leg up. His lips landed on your ankle. ‘Sam, please’ You squirmed but his hand landed on your stomach holding you to the bed. He gave your left leg the same treatment as the first.
This time when he got to your thigh you thought you were finally going to get him where you needed him. But Sam had other ideas. He buried his face deeper and sucked a mark onto the inside of your thigh. ‘Jesus Sam’ You tugged on his hair trying to direct him to you. You were dripping. You finally had Sam Winchester above you and he wouldn’t touch you.
Well everywhere but where you needed him most. ‘Sam’ You moaned. He pulled away and began to nip at your hip bones. ‘I would say that’s so people will know you’re mine’ He growled and you looked down at him. He was looking up at you, his pupils blown wide with lust. ‘But only I’ll get to see you like this’ He said it with such conviction you were nodding your agreement.
You threw back your head and bucked your hips up. His tongue barely touched you. ‘Sam, please, please’ You mewled. He threw your legs over his shoulders and his tongue teasing your wet entrance. ‘This for me baby? Or is it that guy you met at the bar?’ His gravely voice made you shudder. ‘No, a-all you. All you Sam’ He hummed and his finger flicked over you bundle of nerves. ‘I promise Sam’ You cried desperately bucking your hips towards him. ‘I promise, it’s all you’ You panted
You cried out in relief as one of Sam’s long thick digits pushed into you. You clutched at his hair pushing him into you. He took your clit between his lips his tongue flicking over it. His hand on your stomach pushed you back down onto the bed. You whined as he started to move his finger in and out of you curling it each time.
You squirmed under his slow touch. ‘More, please’ You begged. He added a second finger but took his mouth away from you. ‘Is that what you said to him, were you begging him?’ His fingers curled finding the spot inside you that made you cry out in pleasure. ‘Did you beg him? When he had his fingers inside you?’ He growled and added another finger. ‘No, no’ You shook your head and Sam curled his fingers.
You moaned and felt your stomach. Sam must have felt you clench around him because he pulled his fingers from you. Your head snapped up and you glared down at him. ‘I’m sorry, did I interrupt?’ He smirked at you and dipped his head down. His tongue teased your entrance before he pushed it past your folds.
Within seconds he had you crying his name and writhing on the bed. ‘Sam-Sam-I-I’m go-’ And again he pulled away. His tongue flicked over your clit just as you were about to snap at him and you were interrupted by a moan. Sam pried your legs from around his head and started to move up your body.
He stopped to nip and suck at your skin every few seconds. When he finally met your throat he stopped. His fingers brushed over your chest as he sucked another mark onto your neck. ‘You’re mine, mine’ He growled pulling away and looking up at you. His large hands covered your chest and he knead the soft flesh. ‘Mine’ He told you possessively. You nodded. ‘Please Sam, I need you’ Then he trailed his hand over your stomach down your body. His finger circled your clit and allowed them to push inside of you again. You gasped letting your head fall back. ‘All for me’ He nuzzled into your neck. ‘Only I get to touch you like this’ He nipped at your skin.
You nodded. ‘Only you Sam, all you’ You hooked your fingers around the waistband of his boxers pushing them down. ‘Sam’ You whined. Sam sat up, kneeling between your legs. He pushed them down to his knees.
Your eyes fell on his cock. It stood up against his stomach. You gulped, Sam was huge. ‘Something worrying you?’ He leaned back down covering your body with his. You moaned again as his fingers slipped inside of you. ‘Sam-Sam, please’ You reached between your bodies taking him in your hand. He groaned and jerked his hips up to meet you. You ran your thumb over the head collecting the pre-cum that was leaking from it.
Sam leaned down capturing your lips with his again. He pulled his fingers from inside of you and wrapped it around your wrist pulling your hand from him. You could feel your wetness on his fingers coating your own wrist as he brought it up to rest by your head.
His hips rolled and he ran himself over your entrance coating himself with you. His other hand went down and guided him to your entrance. He pushed his head in. You pulled away from his lips crying out. ‘Oh God’ You moaned. ‘Sam please, Sam, please’ You wrapped your legs around his hips pulling him down to you. ‘Jesus Sam, you’re so big’ You groaned into his neck. He pushed in further and you tensed, pain slightly overtaking the pleasure for a second. ‘You’re alright Baby’ Sam’s voice had taken on a soft tone. His hand gripped your hip and his other came up to your face. He leaned down to kiss you again. You moaned and arch up towards him.
Sam snapped his hips and pushed himself all the way into you. Your nails dug into his back as he stilled. Oh God, he was so big. You could feel him stretching you more than anyone ever had before. Sam groaned against your lips and pulled away as he buried his face in your shoulder. You wrapped your arm around his head grabbing fist of his hair. ‘You’re so tight, have you ever been fucked?’ He groaned. You rolled your hips against his and his hand tightened on your hips.
You knew you’d have bruises tomorrow but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. ‘Not by anyone this big’ You panted and you felt him smile. Sam pulled away and slid out until it was only the tip inside you. ‘Good, because I’m gonna ruin you for anyone else’ He pushed forwards again and you tightened your hold on him. ‘You’ll never want anyone else again’ He gave another thrust. ‘No man will ever be able to fuck you like me’ He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.
You moaned as Sam began to thrust, hard and fast. His lips swallowing the moans and cries from your as he continued to kiss you. His arm wrapped around your back and he pulled you up. He sat back with you on his lap. You pulled away from his lips a the new angle allowed him to bury himself deeper inside of you. ‘S-sam’ You clung to him not wanting to let go. His arms wrapped around you and he pulled you up before pushing you back onto him making you take every inch of him.
He grunted in your ear panting heavily. ‘You’re so tight Y/n’ He groaned as you helped him move you, rolling your hips with every thrust. ‘I should have done this years ago’ You attached your lips to his neck marking him like he did you. ‘All those years I missed out being inside you’ He grabbed a handful of your hair pulling you away from his neck as he connected your lips again.
You whined as he pulled out of you and tossed you onto your back. Sam smirked down at you reaching out to grab your hips. He turned you over onto your stomach before pulling your ass up into the air. His hands knead your cheeks and then you felt his lips on your back. You pushed yourself up from your elbows. Sam nuzzled into your neck.
You felt him poking at your entrance. ‘Say it, say you’re mine’ He reached up gathering your hair up into a ponytail. His chest pressed into your back. You pushed back towards him. ‘I’m yours, every bit of me is yours’ Sam’s hand ran down your arm as he kissed along your shoulder. His fingers wrapped around your wrist and pulled. You other arm buckled under your weight and you fell forwards your face pressing into the pillow.
Sam leaned back humming in approval. ‘Good’ You felt his tip nudge at your entrance. ‘Sa-’ You cried out as he filled you completely. Sam jerked his hips quickly as he kissed along the back of your neck. You tried to push your hips back to his but his body on yours didn’t allow you to move.
Sam soon had you panting and crying out below him. Your finger clutching at the sheets underneath you. ‘You’re so beautiful like this’ Sam breathed in your ear as he pounded into you again and again. ‘Bent over, taking me’ You moaned at his words. Sam wrapped his arm around your hips his fingers seeking out your clit. You whimpered and bucked against his hand. ‘That’s it, good girl’ He took your earlobe between his teeth nibbling on it. ‘Sam’ You cried out as he gave a harder thrust. ‘Let them know who’s fucking you’ He growled.
You reached around grabbing his hair pulling him forwards. Turning your head you crushed your lips to his moaning against him. You felt your body shudder and you knew you were close. You clenched around Sam and he pulled away from you.
You gasped at the empty feeling and Sam disappeared from behind you. ‘Sam’ You whined. ‘Turn over’ Sam’s gravelly voice cause goosebumps to erupt on your skin. You did as he said and opened your legs to him. ‘I’ve dreamed of having you like this for years’ Sam leaned down over you pressing his lips to yours again.
Again he pushes into you. You gasped as he began to fuck you. Fast and hard. He takes your hands in one of his pinning them above your head. ‘I want to see what you look like when I make you cum’ You whimper as his tip grazes over you g-spot. ‘That’s it baby’ You wrap your legs around his hips digging your heels into his perky ass. His finger finds your clit again as he hits your g-spot with every harsh thrust of his hips.
You thrust your hips up meeting his. ‘Sam-Sa-I’m gonna-’ Sam pressed his lips to yours in a chaste kiss. ‘Show me how I make you feel Baby, scream for me’ Sam’s fingers tangled in your hair making you look at him. ‘I want them to know who fucked you, who ruined you’ His words made the coil in your stomach explode.
You threw back your head. ‘Sam’ You screamed his name as your body tensed. You dragged your nails down his back, definitely making marks that would be there tomorrow. Sam grunted and his hips stuttered and he pushed himself deep inside of you. He came inside of you as you clamped down around him. Both your moans and names filling the room.
Sam’s head fell onto your shoulder his breath coming in short pants. Your hand came up to smooth his hair. Sam wrapped his arms around you pressing you against him ‘You okay?’ He asked and you nodded. ‘Yeah, that was-damn’ You smiled and pressed a kiss to the side of his head. ‘Sorry I got all possessive’ He looked up at you. ‘The thought of you and-’ He stopped taking a deep breath. ‘It got to me this time more than usual. I’m sorry’ You smiled down at him.
He gave you a soft smile that made your heart melt. ‘You want to know why I’m back here?’ Sam nodded. ‘I called him Sam, when he was-yeah’ You shrugged. ‘I called him Sam’ A wide smile graced Sam’s face. ‘You thought of me?’ You would have blushed if it wasn’t for your previous activities. ‘You did’ He let out a small triumphant laugh.
You closed your eyes turning your head away from him. ‘Awh Y/n’ He reached up turning your head back to him. ‘I’m honoured you think of me’ Before you could open your eyes Sam leaned in kissing you. You sighed and pulled him closer. ‘But next time all you have to do is ask me’ Sam leaned up pressing a kiss to your forehead.
You whimpered when he pulled out of you and untangled himself from your limbs. Sam smiled at you reaching down to straighten out the bed a little. He leaned back and opened his arms. You smiled and wiggled over to him. He wrapped his arms around you pulling you into his side. ‘There’s going to be a next time?’ You asked a little too happily and you almost cringed.
Sam tangled his long legs with yours as you laid your head on his chest. ‘If you want there to be’ Sam breathed his fingers running up and down your arm. ‘Sam, I’ve been wanting this for years, of course I want it’ You looked up at him. He smiled down at you. ‘Good, because you’re mine now’ He chuckled.
You giggled. ‘I should have just kissed you years ago’ Sam sighed leaning back on the pillow. ‘When I met you, the first time Bobby introduced us I should have just kissed you’ You watched the soft smile on his face as he spoke. ‘Even them I thought you were beautiful. I never wanted to let you go on a hunt’ He sighed. ‘Then when you got hurt from that werewolf. I panicked’ You giggled and Sam looked down at you.
He raised his eyebrows. ‘I remember that hunt, it was just a scratch’ Sam’s hand grazed over your leg. ‘You still have the scar’ You shrugged. ‘It’s part of the job’ You closed your eyes and you heard him sigh. ‘I’m so glad you came back’ You nuzzled into his neck. ‘I’ve had a thing for you for years, I just didn’t act on it’ You sighed.
With a smile you pressed a kiss to his neck. ‘I’m sorry I didn’t either’ Sam tightened his arms around you. ‘Is it a bad time to tell you that I love you?’ Sam breathed as he stroked your hair. ‘No’ You giggled. ‘Is it a bad time to tell you I love you?’ You looked up at him. ‘No’ Sam shook his head.
He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours quickly. ‘You’re beautiful, you know that?’ You giggled and buried your face in his chest. ‘You are’ He kissed your forehead. ‘And strong, an amazing hunter. And that dress’ He sighed. ‘My god you looked stunning, I couldn’t keep my hands off you’ You felt your face heat up. ‘You’re perfect’ He breathed.
You looked up at him. ‘You’re one to talk’ He shrugged and you rolled your eyes. ‘I love you’ He breathed and you felt your chest tighten. ‘I love you too Sam’ He smiled. ‘I can’t believe I got so lucky, I honestly thought you would have kicked me out’ He confessed lying back closing his eyes. You let out a soft yawn. ‘I’d never kick you out’ You sighed closing your eyes. ‘Tired?’ He asked.
You nodded and Sam turned a little pulling you closer to him. ‘Go to sleep BAby, I’ll be here when you wake up. I’ll be here every morning’ He kissed your forehead as you cuddled closer to him. ‘Go to sleep beautiful’ You hummed. ‘Night Sam’ You pressed a light kiss to his warm skin before sleep took you.
Oh My God it has taken me SOOO long to write this. It actually took me days to finish this. Why am I so unmotivated this week !!!!!
@lilacs-lavender
Not so little - Sam Winchester Imagine
Sam x reader
Summary: You meet the boys after a few years apart and are surprised how much they’ve grown
Flashback
Aged 14
You took in a shaky breath and raised your hand to the screen door. You closed your eyes and your knuckles came down causing the knock to echo through the house. You had no idea if anyone was home.
You heard a grumble from inside and the door was pulled open. You gulped as you looked at the man standing in it. He looked you up and down a frown on his face. He wore a worn jeans and an open blue shirt with a grey top underneath. He had a old trucker cap on his head. He had a trimmed brown beard.
He grunted. ‘Yeah?’ You shrugged your bag further up onto your shoulder. ‘Are you Bobby Singer?’ You asked in a small voice. He narrowed his eyes his hand going behind his back. ‘That’s me’ You sighed at least you had found the right house. ‘The Wendigo case, in Ohio, you knew my Mother’ You told him and he turned his head to the side raising his eyebrows. ‘Laura?’ Maybe this wasn’t the right Bobby Singer, god, this was the third Bobby you had spoken to. ‘Yeah, I knew Laura’ He nodded.
You smiled softly. ‘Is she here?’ He looked behind you and you hung your head looking at your feet. ‘No’ You whispered. ‘She died 11 months ago, a car accident. I’ve-eh-I’ve been looking for you for a few months’ You looked back up at him through your lashes. His face was a lot softer. ‘Can I ask you why you’re here?’ He asked his hand no longer behind his back. ‘I went to stay with some family and, well, we don’t get along’ You shrugged. ‘You remember what happened?’ Bobby cleared his throat.
He shifted uncomfortably and you sigh. ‘Well, yeah, me’ Bobby’s eyes widened. ‘You- you mea-you’re- you’ You nodded and rubbed the back of your neck. ‘Yeah, I’m your daughter’ You nodded and he stared at you unmoving. ‘I think you should come in’ He reached forwards and opened the screen. You smiled at him reaching across to grab your suitcase you had hidden from view.
Age 15
You placed the plate of dinner in front of Bobby. ‘So Sam and Dean is John’s kids?’ You had met John once. You slid into your own seat across from him and put your plate down in front of you. They ain’t nothing like him kid’ Bobby said through a mouth of potato. ‘Dean’s two years older than ye and Sam’s two younger. You’ll like em’ You hummed and nodded grabbing his beer and taking a swig. He glared at you slightly but ignored it going back to the dinner in front of him.
You sat at the table cleaning a gun for your father when two boys walked in. They froze and you smiled at them. ‘Hi, I’m Y/n’ You waved at them. Your eyes surveyed the two of them. The taller one had a short hair on the sides and long hair on top. He wore a leather jacket that looked almost too big for him. The shorter one had floppy hair down to his eyebrows and wore a jeans and a brown hoodie. ‘Dean’ The tall one nodded to you. ‘This is my little brother Sammy’ You put down the gun and stood walking over to them. ‘I’m Bobby’s daughter’ You held out your hand to Dean.
Aged 19
You jumped out of the car and onto the sidewalk. ‘Sammy’ You called as the two made their way to the beat up car Bobby had loaned Sam. The boy turned. He was now the same height as you. He smiled. ‘Y/n’ You ran towards him and past the people gathered around the house. You threw your arms around his shoulders. ‘I thought you were in New York’ Sam laughed as he hugged you back. You beamed pulling away.
You surveyed him. ‘Sam Winchester, you ca pull off a suit’ Sam smiled and you seen a faint blush on his cheeks. ‘Minus this’ You reached out and began fixing his tie and then put it back into his jacket. ‘And, I wouldn’t miss this for the world’ You stepped back nodding at him. ‘Dean rang told me what day it was and I finished up and came down here’ You took the keys out of his hand. ‘You came to see me off’ And you pushed your keys into his hand. They were for the new car you had gotten. ‘Do it in style’ He smiled up at you toying with the keys. ‘Dean went to your prom with you, I had no choice’ You rolled your eyes. ‘Whatever, introduce me’ You nudged him nodding towards his pretty prom date.
Present Day
You sat in the kitchen cleaning a gun. ‘Hey pops’ You called as you heard the door open. ‘I made you some pie’ Then you heard footsteps running towards the kitchen. Dean came running into the kitchen. ‘Pie?’ You laughed pointing to the counter. He still wore his leather jacket, one you hadn’t seen in years. ‘Hi to you too Dean’ You chuckled as he dashed by you. ‘Hey’ You heard a deep voice you hardly recognised. ‘Sam?’ You looked back at the doorway.
An older Sam was standing in the doorway. He still had that floppy hair he always had. But man was he tall. He would easily tower over you now. He must be well over six foot. ‘Good Lord Sam winchester’ You gasped and you seen him blush which caused you to smile. ‘Our little Sammy’s not so little anymore huh?’ You stood and pulled him down wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You felt Sam smile against your neck and he hugged you back straightening lifting your feet from the ground.
You giggled and clung to the younger Winchester. He chuckled. ‘Alright put my Daughter down you idjit’ Bobby laughed as he clapped Sam on the shoulder. Sam laughed and planted you back on your feet. ‘Damn Sam’ You breathed pulling away. ‘You’ve gotten big, last time I seen you you were my height, what they been feeding you?’ Sam smiled and shrugged.
You grabbed his hand leading him to the table and pushed him down into the chair. ‘Better’ You looked down at him and Sam chuckled. ‘Beers?’ You asked them and moved to the over. ‘I swear, I’m marrying you one day Y/n’ Dean mumbled with a mouth full of pie. ‘Don’t speak with your mouth full’ You shipped the towel out slapping him.
He grunted and you took the dish out of the oven. ‘You said you’d be back ages ago, and you’re lucky I heard Dean mouthing off in the background’ Dean grumbled but put his plate away. ‘Damn, I’ve loved your cooking’ Dean almost moaned. Bobby smiled and sat at the table too. ‘Watch it’ You slapped his hand away as he reached for it. ‘It’s hot’ You took the lid off and all three men groaned at the smell. You eyed Sam as he licked his lips.
You shook your head, this was Sam Winchester you were checking out, little Sammy. The kid that barely talked to you for the first week you knew him. The little kid that you would help with homework. Only he wasn’t so little now. He was a grown ass man and had grown into a good one at that.
You planted three beers on the table and plates in front of them. ‘Dig in’ You giggled. They all lurched forwards grabbing plates and spoons. They probably needed a home cooked meal, living on Diner food. And those boys, as far as you knew that’s all they lived on, at least your Father could come home to a hot meal every now and then.
You leaned forwards pressing a kiss to your Dean’s cheek. He smiled up at you. You pulled off your Dad’s hat and hung it on the back of the chair pressing a kiss to his forehead. He grunted thanking you for the meal. You moved on and wrapped your arms around Sam’s neck. You pressed a kiss to his cheek. ‘It’s good to see you again Sam’ Sam reached up and patted your arm. ‘It’s good to see you too’ He turned his head and froze.
His eyes met yours and you gulped. He let out a breath and you felt the hot air fan over your face. He was so close, his face only a few inches from yours. All you had to do was lean forwards, lean forwards and you could press your lips to his.
Woah, what? You shouldn’t be thinking that about Sam, this was Sam. The kid you knew years ago. Sam pressed his lips against your cheek and you gulped pulling away. ‘Eat up kiddo’ You ruffled his hair and turned away. ‘Woah’ You felt him grab your wrist and tug you back. ‘Are you not having dinner?’ You shook your head. ‘I had some before you all got here’ You told him and he nodded.
You screamed and your hand flew to your chest. ‘Good Lord Sam Winchester’ You snarled and he rushed over to you. ‘Sorry, sorry, I just wanted a water. I didn’t mean to frighten you’ He ran his hands up and down your arms trying to sooth you. ‘Sorry, sorry. I wasn’t expecting a bloody giant in my kitchen’ He chuckled as you for your heart rate back to normal. ‘Sorry, I’m a little jumpy’ Sam nodded stepping back from you.
That wa the first time you ot to really take him in. He was wearing nothing but a loose grey bottoms. He was barefoot and bare chester. And Damn was it a good chest. Sam Winchester had matured. He had broad shoulders and arms that you definitely couldn’t wrap your hand around, you probably couldn’t wrap it around half of it. And those abs, you could fry an egg on them they were that hot.
You shook your head groaning and stepped around him. These thoughts about Sam were wrong, just plain wrong. ‘You okay?’ He whispered. ‘When did you get so-’ You turned gesturing to his entire body. ‘You know, not so little Sammy’ He chuckled and looked you up and down. ‘The 7 years we haven’t seen each other’ You opened your mouth to say something else but closed it nodding. ‘Can’t fault your logic there Sam’ You shrugged and walked to the fridge taking out a yogurt. ‘Again are you okay?’ He asked as you nodded absentmindedly.
You tensed when you felt his hand on your shoulder. It was so large, how had you never noticed that before. Oh yeah, he was seventeen when you last seen him. He was on his way to Prom. ‘Yeah, just had a nasty hunt’ Sam turned you to look at him. His eyebrows were furrowed in concern his mouth tight. ‘Nasty?’ You nodded with a sigh. ‘Alright, talk’ He guided you over to the chair in the other room.
He pulled you down onto the seat beside him. ‘It was a demon, we got into a fight, he won. I ended up worse for wear after a couple of weeks tied up somewhere’ Sam reached out and took your hand his knuckles brushing over your knuckles. ‘I’m fine now, just wasn’t expecting you in here. And I was half asleep and-’ You shrugged letting out a long breath. ‘I get it, I do’ He nodded and he let go of your hand.
Sam wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you into him. You sighed and leaned into him. ‘Yeah, of course you do’ You chuckled and nudged him. ‘You’re the Winchesters’ Sam scoffed. ‘Here I am twittering on about a case and you two have enough on your plates’ Sam sat back leaning on the back of the chair. ‘It’s nice to hear about someone else’s problems’ You pulled your knees up to your chest. ‘Nah, talk to me Winchester. Tell me everything that’s happened in the last seven years’ You looked up at him.
Your eyes ran along his jaw but were drawn away when he smiled. He still had those adorable little dimples. ‘Shouldn’t you be getting back to bed?’ He asked and you shook your head. ‘Can’t sleep’ Then you pulled away. ‘Do you want to go back to bed?’ Sam shook his head. ‘Slept in the car, not tired’ You nodded leaning back into him. Sam readjusted himself so he could lean his head on your. ‘Now, c’mon little Sammy, tell me. What happened since I last seen you’ Sam smiled watching you as you cuddled into his side.
Dean smirked as he found the two of you the next morning. Both you and Sam sprawled across the sofa. Sam had his arm thrown over your waist and your head buried in his chest. This was not how he had planned the visit to Bobby’s to go. Sure he was going to tease Sam about his little crush on you but maybe he’d have to ship Sam out if Bobby seen you two like this. He didn’t fancy your father trying to kill his little brother for making a move on you.
He chuckled remembering what happened to the last guy that tried anything. ‘Whatcha laughing at boy?’ He heard a grunt behind him and turned quickly. ‘Hey Bobby’ Bobby squinted at him and then his eyes narrowed. ‘Is that your idiot brother half naked on the couch with my girl?’ Dean nodded taking up a defensive stance. ‘About time she got a good night’s sleep, you out’ Bobby grabbed Dean by the jacket pulling him away from the room.
You groaned and pulled away from the heat source in front of you. But it pulled you back towards it. Sam, it was Sam. You let out a sigh and snuggled back into him. ‘Morning’ You sighed when you heard his voice. It was lower and a lot rougher than usual. ‘You want breakfast?’ You asked trying to pull away but he shook his head. ‘Nah, Dean’s offered to make breakfast remember? You don’t need to’ He tightened his arms shifting you up further. He buried his face in your hair. ‘When did you get so affectionate Sammy?’ Sam just grunted.
You remembered little Sam would only hug you every odd time you seen him. He would always get stuttery when he spoke to you and looked like a deer caught in headlights when you spent time with him. He had gotten more used to you as he had gotten older especially when you began helping him with schoolwork. You had always encouraged him to get out of the life. Normal life suited Sam, it made him happy. Hunting life, you couldn’t exactly be happy.
He tightened his arms around you. ‘Well, I’m not a little kid anymore’ You nodded. ‘I’ve noticed’ You muttered. You felt Sam tense. ‘Oh really?’ He sounded a little surprised. Your eyes widened, damn him. ‘Hard not to notice you’re a giant’ You wiggled from his arms and he sighed. ‘Yeah’ You stood and pulled down your shorts a little seeing as they had ridden up during the night. You turned and smiled down at Sam.
It took him a second before his eyes left your body to meet your eyes. He blushed and sat up pushing his hair back into place. You giggled and reached out smoothing it down. He reached out putting his hand tentatively on your waist. ‘I should go change’ You looked down at his chest. ‘And you should put a shirt on. I doubt my Dad would like you walking around half naked’ You leaned forwards pressing a kiss to his forehead.
You came back down to the smell of bacon. ‘Morning’ You smiled at them. You prepared yourself for the onslaught of questions about your night from your father. He turned to you and you steeled yourself. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your cheek before turning back to his breakfast. You furrowed your eyebrows and moved to Dean. ‘What’s got Dad in such a good mood?’ You muttered.
Dean looked down at you placing some bacon on your plate. ‘I heard you haven’t been sleeping well’ You took a deep breath controlling your temper. ‘Why would he tell you that?’ You snapped. Dean looked down at you surprised. ‘He never said why, just that he was worried’ He handed you the plate leaning down. ‘And he had to when he dragged me out of the house this morning when he caught you and Sam asleep on the couch’ He smirked and you rolled your eyes.
You turned but he grabbed your arm pulling you back to him. ‘You two were very cosy looking’ He whispered in your ear. You turned and glared at him. ‘I was talking to him and we fell asleep, we’ve done it before Dean. So have me and you’ Dean smiled and opened his mouth. ‘And chance I could get some?’ Sam’s voice startled you both. He was striding towards you both, his hair dripping a little from his shower. He was staring at his brother his eyes narrowed.
He stopped beside you and you almost jumped when he placed his hand on the small of your back. Sam had definitely changed, big time. But you liked it and you found yourself smiling up at him. ‘Yeah, sure. I was just about to sit down anyway’ You pulled your arm from Dean and Sam pulled you closer before letting you go.
You watched the two brothers whisper in the corner. ‘He’s a good kid’ Bobby looked up at you. you looked up at him. ‘Who?’ You asked through a mouthful of Dean’s bacon. The man could make the best bacon you ever tasted. He nodded towards the boys. ‘Sam’ You nodded with a shrug of your shoulders. ‘Y/n’ He leaned towards you robbing a piece of your bacon in the process. ‘You should let someone take care of you an Sam would. He wi-’ You smacked his arm
He pulled back a little. ‘You should leave this alone, I’m perfectly fine on my own’ You snapped and he laughed. You rolled your eyes picking up some bacon and putting half it in your mouth. You chomped down on it and roughly pulled the other half from the bit in your mouth. ‘Woah’ Dean laughed. ‘What did the bacon ever do to you?’ He sat down at the table across from you.
Sam put his plate down beside you and grabbed the chair from across the room pulling it in beside you and settling into it. His leg brushed yours as he tried to get comfortable. You grumbled a incoherent answer before looking down at your plate trying to finish your breakfast as the men chatted.
You wiped your oily hands with a rag. You had gotten through breakfast without saying much. But both Dean and your Father had given you looks when Sam had sat back and draped his arm over the back of your chair. ‘You still got that crappy old thing?’ You heard Sam laugh from behind you. You rolled your eyes and tossed the rag at him but smiled anyways. ‘This old thing brought you to Prom remember Sammy’ He frowned. ‘What?’ You asked as he walked closer. ‘You keep saying I’ve changed but you still call me Sammy’ He laid the the rag down beside you. You had to tilt your head back to look him in the eye.
You could feel the heat radiating through his black top. ‘I guess it’s just habit’ You shrugged. ‘Do you still see me as that small kid?’ He asked quietly, almost as if he was afraid of the answer. You chuckled. ‘Course not, look at you’ He nodded and stepped away from you looking into the car behind you. ‘You disappeared really quickly after breakfast and missed dinner’ He poked at the engine of your old car. ‘You worried?’ You chuckled and you reached across to get a spanned.
He grabbed your wrist. ‘Bobby is, he sent me out here to talk to you’ You scoffed and felt your stomach drop. ‘So you’re here on my Dad’s order’ You pulled yourself from his grasp. ‘Well you can go back in and tell him I’m fine, I’ll get dinner after’ Sam sighed as he watched you storm over to the table with the tools on it. Y/n’ He said softly as if trying not to spook you. ‘Sam’ You said back.
You turned to see him leaning on a car. ‘I’m fine. Dad’s a little tense, he thinks I need to talk about things’ He nodded as you leaned against the table. ‘And do you?’ You shook your head. ‘I need a beer more’ You pushed yourself off the table and walked towards him. ‘You coming?’ You smiled up at him. ‘Y/n if y-’ You groaned throwing your arms up in the air. ‘Sam, I don’t need to talk about anything. I’m fine, I’ve had worse alright?’ You snapped. You seen his eyes widen and he nodded.
He stood straight and nodded sharply. He stepped around you without looking at you and made for the door. You closed your eyes letting out a long breath. You heard the door close as he left. You groaned and threw your arms up into the air turning.
You spotted him halfway across the yard already. ‘Sam, Sam’ You called as you ran after him. Damn those impossibly long legs. Sam stopped but didn’t turn around. ‘I’m sorry for snapping Sammy’ You stopped beside him taking in a few deep breaths. ‘It’s just Dad’s been on me and I guess you were easier to snap at, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it’ You reached out and took his hand in yours threading your fingers through his. ‘Sam, I’m sorry. It’s nice you care honestly’ You stepped closer twisting a little to look up at him. ‘It means a lot to me’ You whispered and squeezed his hand.
He was silent for a second before he turned to you abruptly. His hand shot out and wrapped around the back of your neck pulling you towards him. Your hand grabbed at the material of his shirt as he pressed his lips to yours. The kiss were rough and needy, like he wanted it for a long time. His hand let go yours and he grabbed the back of your top pulling you against him. Your hand landed on his bicep pulling at him trying to get him closer.
Sam was the first to pull away and he laid his forehead against yours. ‘Been wanting to do that for years’ You opened your eyes to find his still closed. ‘I’m glad you finally did’ You leaned up and pressed your lips to his again. Well, this was somewhere you never thought you’d end up. Kissing, Sam Winchester. You both pulled away when you heard Dean shouting his name. ‘How about that beer?’ Sam asked and you nodded pulling away walking back to the house with him.
You smiled when you felt a presence behind you. Then a large chest pressed against your back. Sam wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned his chin on your shoulder. ‘What’s for dinner?’ He breathed. You turned your head pressing a kiss to his cheek. ‘Beef stew, Dad’s favourite’ You smiled as laid down the large wooden spoon. You turned in his arms. You reached up and wrapped yours around his shoulders tangling your fingers in his shaggy hair.
He smiled down at you showing you his dimples. You leaned up closing your eyes. Sam met you halfway and pressed his lips to yours. You had grown to love his kisses over the last few days. Neither of you had said anything to Dean or Bobby yet. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to or were afraid to. You just hadn’t. And neither of them had commented on yours and Sam’s randomly growing bond.
You leaned into Sam more when he tightened his grip pulling your feet off the ground slightly. ‘Y/n, I think dinners burning’ You both jumped apart when you heard Dean’s voice, neither of you noticing he was there. Saam dropped you back onto the ground. You stumbled back a little as did he. Dean stood leaning against the wall smirking.
Pain flared through your hand and you yelped pulling it away from the cooker you had put it on. Sam’s head snapped towards you. He rushed forwards grabbing your shoulders. Dean stood running for you too. But Sam already had you by the sink turning the tap on. ‘It’s alright, I got you’ He grabbed your wrist putting your hand under the steady stream of cool water. You hissed. ‘God, Y/n’ Dean appeared beside you. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you that bad’ Dean appeared beside you his hand on your shoulder.
You just hissed at the sting of your palm. ‘Maybe you shouldn’t sneak up on people then’ Sam growled at his brother as he pushed your hair back from your face. ‘Y/n’ He breathed crouching a little. He grabbed your face turning it to you. ‘You okay? Is it bad? Do I need to get something else?’ The words falling from his lips in a rush. His eyes searching your face for pain. ‘I’m fine, it’s just a small burn’ you told him and he sighed his shoulders sagging a little.
He wrapped his arm around you knocking Dean’s hand from your shoulder. ‘Sam, it wasn’t like I meant for this to happen’ Sam pulled you into his chest your hand still under the faucet. ‘What to happen?’ You all turned your heads to see your father standing in the doorway. ‘I burnt my hand, it’s nothing’ Bobby tensed and strode forwards. He pulled Dean out of his way and grabbed your arm. He pulled it from Sam’s grasp to have a look at it himself.
He let out a breath. ‘It ain’t too bad, I’ll finish the dinner’ He let go of your arm. Sam instantly grabbed it again pulling it under the water. ‘You got her son?’ Your father asked Sam looking at the man holding you to his chest.
Bobby smiled slightly when he seen Sam nod not taking his eyes off your hand. He had noticed the change between the two, the lingering touches the looks. He had always wanted a man like Sam Winchester for you, he knew he would take care of you. If you even ended up with someone, he was glad it was Sam. He was glad you had someone to look after you. And that seemed to be top of the boys list. He nodded as you leaned further into him your head falling onto his shoulder. ‘Y/n’ Dean whispered. ‘It’s alright Dean’ You shrugged him off. ‘It wasn’t your fault. Don’t worry about it’ Bobby caught the glare Sam sent Dean and almost laughed. He could piece together what happened well enough.
You pulled your hand from under the water. ‘I’m alright now’ You told Sam and he nodded. ‘You two gonna spit it out or stay creeping around?’ Bobby asked as Sam turned off the water and lead you to a chair. He squatted in front of you and both you turned your head to Bobby who was leaning against the stove watching you. Sam cleared his throat. ‘Bobby’ His voice shook a little and he squeezed your thighs. Dean sat at the table as well. ‘S’alright Son’ Bobby looked between the two of you. ‘Just asking of you two were done sneaking around’ He turned back to the stove his back to you.
Sam looked up at you his eyebrows raised. You shrugged. ‘Eh, yeah, but there’s nothing really to tell’ You told your Dad as Sam stood. ‘It ain’t like we’re going out or anything just seeing where things are taking us. Sam knelt back down in front of you with the med kit. ‘I’m not messing her around or anything’ Bobby turned and looked down at Sam.
But Sam didn’t look at him he was too busy putting cream on your hand and bandaging it up. Bobby smiled. ‘I know Sam’ He walked over to the press patting Sam’s shoulder as he passed. ‘I’d have killed ye already if ye were’ Sam let out a long breath knowing Bobby was okay with it. He clipped the bandage when he finished wrapping up your hand. ‘Thanks Bobby’ He finally looked up at your Dad who just nodded going back to the dinner.
Sam smiled up at you. He leaned forwards and pressed his lips to yours quickly. ‘That don’t mean you get to manhandle her in front of me though boy’ Bobby snapped and Sam jerked away from you. Dean laughed seeing the teasing look on Bobbys face before either of you. ‘Not nice Dad’ You scolded and Bobby laughed. ‘Better him than this idjit’ Bobby nodded to Dean as he left the room. Dean’s mouth dropped open and he looked offended. ‘Sorry and what’s wrong with me?’ Dean stood following your Dad.
Sam chuckled. ‘Well we got your Dad’s approval’ You looked back down at him. You reached out with your uninjured hand placing it on his cheek. ‘Sam you always had his approval’ You giggled leaning forwards pressing your lips to his. He leaned up his hands landing on your thighs. You could feel the smile on his lips as they moved against yours.
This was where you were happy. You couldn’t believe you had overlooked Sam all those years. Little Sammy who had always been there ended up being the one to capture your heart and be the only one to keep it. For many years to come, through thick and thin. Little Sammy was there, by your side, only he wasn’t so little anymore.
Sam Tells You He Loves You For The First Time
You snapped your hand out and Sam clapped his hand down on top of yours. ‘Ha’ You beamed as he took his hand off yours. ‘Where did you learn to play that well Y/n?’ He teased. You gathered up the cards from under your hand. ‘Not my fault you’re not quick enough Sammy’ You giggled looking up at him.
Sam was smiling at you from across the table a soft loving look on his face. You felt yourself grow warmer and looked down away from his eyes. ‘Alright, let’s go again’ You began arranging cards again. You flipped the card laying it on the table watching as Sam did the same.
Neither of you looked up as Dean walked into the room. ‘You two playing snap again?’ He slammed the door behind him as he waltzed over to the table. ‘Got yourself a girl?’ You asked keeping your focus on the cards you and Sam were putting down. ‘Pretty little brunette, man she could bend’ He pulled out the third chair at the table and landed the brown bag on the table. ‘Dean’ Sam shot him a quick warning look.
Sam never did like Dean talking about his women around you, you didn’t know why but you were grateful for it all the same. Which he could probably sense and continued to cut Dean off before he got in too deep.
The smell of food hit your nose when he opened it. Your head snapped up ‘What’s in the bag?’ Sam stopped before he put down another card. ‘Don’t worry sweetheart, I didn’t forget about you’ He pulled out a smaller bag and landed it in front of you. You reached out opening it.
Your mouth watered at the sight in the bag. It was delicious. ‘Damn, I love you’ You leaned across. You grabbed the back of Dean’s neck pulling him closer to you. You planted a kiss on his cheek and sat back taking your food from the bag. ‘You’re amazing’ You mumbled taking a bite.
You watched as him and Sam shared a look. ‘What?’ You grumbled. You reached up wiping your face. ‘So,why did you two decide to stay here playing cards instead of joining me in the bar?’ Dean smirked and took a bite from his burger. ‘Some of us want a meaningful relationship Dean, not one night’ Sam took the bag and pulled out his own food.
You chuckled a little. ‘In this life?’ You looked up at him through your lashes. ‘You think that could work?’ He shrugged smiling at you from across the table. ‘It could, if you tried’ You hummed at his answer. Maybe there was a chance, Sam wanted a relationship.
Dean groaned. ‘So you two JUST played this when I was g-one?’ He wiggled his brows at you popping a fry into his mouth. He gave you his shit eating grin and you glared at him. Dean knew about your thing for Sam, he didn’t know the extent of it but he sure knew there was feelings there. You glared at him.
You seen Sam glare at him from out of the corner of your eye as will. ‘Come on’ Dean laughed leaning back in the chair. ‘I leave you two alone for hours and all you do is play cards’ He looked between the two of you. When he realised that was actually all that happened his eyes widened. ‘Not even once?’ You shook your head at him trying to intensify your glare.
Sam dropped his fork onto the table and it made a clang and Dean’s head turned to his little brother. ‘We’re just friends Dean, we may be close but we’re just friends’ He snapped at his brother. You drew your lip between your teeth. ‘I need a shower’ You mumbled dropping the rest of the food.
You avoided Sam’s eyes, which you could feel burning holes into you, as you stood walking to the bathroom.
You stood under the flow of water until it went cold, and even then you stuck it out. You didn’t want to face Sam just yet. Dean on the other hand, well you’d love to face him, give him a piece of your mind. He knew how much you liked Sam, hell sometimes you’d even go so far to say you loved the giant. And Dean just had to open his mouth running it off.
You groaned having completely forgotten to bring in clothes in your rush to get away from the situation in the room. You wrapped a towel tight around you before walking back out into the room. The chill of the room instantly had you shivering. It wasn’t like the towel was that big either, it barely covered what you needed covered.
The boys looked up as you walked out of the bathroom. Dean opened his mouth but stopped when he seen what you were wearing, or what you weren’t. Sam’s eyes widened more than you’d ever seen them. You blushed and then scolded yourself. He only sees you as a friend damn it Y/n, pull yourself together.
Dean’s eyes slowly ran over the exposed skin you had on show. ‘Damn Y/n, if I’d known you looked that good in a towel I would have gotten you in the shower years ago’ You felt the blush creep up your chest towards your neck. You seen Sam give Dean a hard luck. ‘I’d known you were interested I would have invited you to join me’ You smirked at him.
Dean let out a loud laugh as he stood walking over to the fridge. You strode over to your bag. Dean leaned over and kissed your temple as he passed you. You grabbed some clothes and turned walking back into the bathroom.
When you came back out it was only Sam in the room. ‘Where did Dean go?’ You asked him. ‘Beer run’ He grunted without even looking up. ‘Oh, okay’ You slipped into the chair across from him. It was silent as you started to clear up the cards that was left on the table still.
After a moment Sam reached up and slammed the top of his laptop down. You jumped at the sudden sound and looked up at him. He was staring at you with furrowed brows thinking. You tilted your head. ‘Do you really want Dean?’ He growled his voice strained. You let out a laugh throwing your head back. Was that really what he was thinking about. ‘Of course not, he’s Dean’ You shook your head.
The hard look was gone from his face turning into what you thought was relief. You crossed your arms. ‘Sam,if I did I would have told you’ He nodded opening back up the laptop. ‘Why do you want to know?’ You probed and he glanced up at you. He shrugged and you sighed knowing from the determined look on his face you weren’t going to get an answer out of him.
You dropped the cards onto the table standing you walked over to the TV knowing you wouldn’t be getting any real conversation from Sam when he was buried in that computer. But you were wrong.
Just as you picked up the remote you heard the computer close again. ‘I’m sorry Y/n, it’s just, it’s Dean’ You looked over your shoulder at him as you crawled up the bed. ‘I know what Dean’s like. I’m not going to be another one of his girls Sam’ You heard him grunt and you flopped down at the top of the bed and turned on the TV.
He sat contemplating something for a moment when you flicked through the channels, concluding that there was nothing on. ‘I love you’ You smiled at him as you settled on the least crappy show. ‘I love you too Sammy’ You told him. God, if only he knew how you meant those words, it definitely wasn’t the same way he meant them.
You focused back on the TV. ‘No’ You looked at him. He was standing. ‘I mean, I love you, that’s why I wanted to know about Dean. Because I love you’ You opened your mouth to speak but no words came out, you didn’t think you knew the word. ‘I love you Y/n’ He inched closer to you as you stared at him wide eyed. ‘Not in the way you think, I love you’ You gulped.
Then your brain finally caught up with everything that was going on. ‘MY answer is still the same’ You whispered as he came to stop beside the bed you were lying on. ‘I love you too’ Sam’s face broke out into a smile showing off those perfect dimples you loved so much. He looked down at you his expression full of adoration before he leaned down capturing your lips with his.
Maybe he did mean them the same way you did.
@lilacs-lavender
First Dance - Wedding
You sat with Sam giggling. He looked amazing in his black suit. He was smiling widely at something Dean had just said. Sam’s hand landed on your thigh and he squeezed it through the dress. You looked away from the elder Winchester to your now husband. He leaned forwards and pressed his lips to yours before pulling away quickly. ‘You look beautiful’ He breathed. You laid your hand over his and smiled. ‘You’ve told me that about a million times today’ He laughed and kissed you again. ‘It’s true’ You blushed.
You shrugged looking down at the dress you were wearing. It wasn’t much, just a simple sweetheart lace dress. It was something you and Jo had gotten, Jo being your bridesmaid for the ceremony. ‘Thank you, husband’ You giggled and his smile spread. It lit up the room. You almost melted there and then. ‘God, I love that’ He leaned forwards again pressing his lips firmly to yours.
You sighed contently leaning into the taller Winchester. Your hand reached up to the side of his face. ‘Oi, Sammy’ You all heard and you pulled away from Sam. Your face went bright red when you realised everyone was looking at you. There wasn’t many people gathered here just friends and family. Neither of you had wanted a large wedding. You only needed the people closest to you.
Dean clapped Sam on the shoulder laughing. ‘Why don’t you save that for tonight buddy and get out there now?’ He winked at you both. ‘What?’ He asked. But chuckled when he heard your song playing over the speakers.
Sam stood and held out his hand to you. ‘May I have this dance Mrs Winchester?’ He smiled down at you. Your face lit up at the last part, you could get used to him calling you that. You nodded and took his hand standing quickly.
You gathered up the bottom of the dress as Sam lead you into the small dance floor. He turned you into him. His hand landed on your waist and he pulled you towards him. He readjusted your hands and you reached p putting your hand on his shoulder. He began to sway gently and you followed his lead.
He smiled looking down at you and you met his eyes. He smiled widely. ‘I know you don’t like all the eyes on you but just pretend it’s just you and me’ He whispered as the music played in the background. He pressed a kiss to your forehead. You smiled up at him nodding. He spun you and you giggled. You weren’t the best dancer but Sam knew what he was doing. He swept you up in his arms and you just needed to follow his lead.
You leaned into him further as he smiled. ‘It’s official’ He chuckled at your statement and nodded. ‘We’re actually married Sam’ Sam threw his head back and laughed a little. ‘Yes, we are. I married the love of my life’ You blushed looking down at his chest. ‘Don’t get all shy on me now Mrs Winchester, you’ve married me now. There’s no going back’ You gasped as he dipped you. Your head fell back and you seen an upside down Dean give you a thumbs up.
Sam whipped you back up and you stumbled a little. Sam turned you easily covering it up so it looked like you didn’t. You giggled and looked up at him. ‘With moves like that I don’t want to’ He chuckled. He let go of your waist and twirled you. You turned back into his arms. ‘Thank you for looking past the life’ He smiled.
He had said something like that during your vows but with your family there he couldn’t go into the whole hunting monsters, demons and angels thing. They didn’t know what Sam did. They thought he was a sales rep travelling the country with his brother for a company of a family friend. ‘You kill monsters Sam. You’re a hero’ You smiled and it was his turn to blush.
You giggled. ‘And yes Sam, you are a hero. To me you are. You’re my hero’ He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips. He stopped dancing pulling you closer. ‘You are Sam Winchester, you’re the best man I’ve ever met and that-that-is only one of the reasons I married you’ He chuckled his hand reaching around to the small of your back and pulling you flush against him as he began swaying slightly.
Silence fell between the two of you. During that silence the song came to an end. Sam looked around as people began to join you on the floor. ‘I love you Mrs Y/n Winchester’ Sam smiled down a twinkle in his hazel eyes. ‘I love you too, my heroic husband’ You whispered as he spun you again.
@jared-padaloveme @lilacs-lavender
This was an awesome read! Sam pulling a Steve with the no swearing, “Hydra always ruins everything”, Sam being Cap, the freaking kiss itself. I LOVED IT!
Quick, kiss me!
(Sam Wilson x f!reader)
Summary: You and Sam get cornered on a mission, with no way to escape. You need to hide your faces somehow 😏
Warnings: swearing and faulty equipment
Wordcount: 1.4k
A/N: This happened because I was thirsty, have a nice day.
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