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Jensen Ackles

One shots

Imagines

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Dean Winchester

One Shots

Imagines

Series

Sam Winchester

One shots

Imagines

Series

Sam Winchester One Shots

Highschool sweethearts (smut)

The reader and Sam have known each other for a long time but didn’t know they had feelings for each other. So what will happen?

Highschool sweethearts

A/N: this was originally written for a friend, but enjoy still! Warnings: smut

Word count: 3k 

You knew the Winchesters since ever you were little. Your mom and Mary were really good friends and she liked you a lot, you were like a daughter she never had. Dean was never really your type you always thought of him as a brother, nothing more. But Sam? Oh boy, you always had a thing for him. His short and soft curls, you always wanted to drive your fingers through his hair. In your point of view he was the most beautiful boy in school…or you have ever seen.

“Earth to Y/N.” Dean said as he waved a hand in front of your face. “Oh, sorry. What were you talking about?” you asked him. “I was talking about that I don’t know how to ask Jass out.”  You looked at Dean and thought about it. You never had a problem with jass, but you also hadn’t had to do that much with each other. She was in your classes, but that was everything. She was always friendly towards you, so you really thought about it how he could ask her out. But first you wanted to mess with him as he always do.

“Look Deano-“ Dean rolled his eyes at you and you suppressed a laugh, clearing your throat. “I don’t think she likes you.” but you did know she likes him, she always talked about him with her friends in class. You saw how everything fell out of Dean’s face and you swore you saw him went pale.

“Really?” he said and plopped down next to you on the sofa and let his head down. You felt sorry. “I was just kidding Dean.” and he shot you a glare. “Indeed she likes you, I guess.” you added quickly. And you saw his face lit up, you were happy for him.

“Hey.” Sam said as he joined you guys in the living room. You always got nervous in front of him and when he gave you one of his sweet smiles or when he never lost eye contact with you, you blushed, deeply.

“Hey.” You said trying to sound normal. He gave you one of his sweet smiles and you thought your knees would go weak. He looked away from you after Dean cleared his throat and elbowed him, shooting him a glare. Sam looked at Dean, “Dean just wanted to tell you that I’m going out.” Dean narrowed his eyes at his little brother, “With who?” “Uhm...-“ Sam scratched the back of his neck and cleared his throat. “Just a girl.” he said and you felt your head ache and felt jealous although you had no reason.

“Have fun.” Dean said with a smirk and you smiled weakly at Sam, who frowned. Sam left and Dean studied your expression. You looked at your hands and fiddled with them. “You like him.” Dean said and you looked up at him, seeing him with a frown. “Wh-what?” you asked.

“You like my little little brother.” you laughed. “Of course I like him, he’s your brother and you’re my best friend, duh.” You tried to change the subject, but Dean knew you too well. “Stop acting silly, you know how I meant that. You really like him.” you looked away from him.

“Y/N, I’ve know you practically my whole life. I know you, better than anyone. To be honest I knew it for a long time, but wasn’t sure about it.” he said and you looked back at him. “And it would be so cool if you two would be a couple.” You gave him a weak smile. “Thank you, I guess. But he’s out, having a date.” You shrugged and looked at your lap.

“Nah, I know my brother, he was lying.” you felt so relieved, but then you thought about it. “What makes you think that way?” you asked. “Sam always scratches his neck when he lies and he blushes at the same time, so he was lying. Don’t worry.” He reassured you and patted your thigh softly.

He got up and went into the kitchen, you followed him. “You wanna drink something?” Dean asked you. “Yeah, water would be great.” You said. “So about Jass-“ you started. “-Why don’t you just ask her?” Dean eyes widen when realisation hit him and you know he had an idea. “It’s spring ball, next week.” “Right and you could ask her.” you smirked at him. “Do you think she will really say ‘yes’?” You looked at him and cocked an eyebrow. “Dean, I promise she will.”

~*~

You were in class and copying things from the white board for your next exam as Sam knocked at the door and came in, whispering something into your teacher’s ear. You saw Sam with a bunch of flowers and went back to work. What you didn’t expect was that he stopped in front of you and tapped your shoulder.

You looked up at him and dropped your pen. “Y-Y/N“ stuttered out because everyone was looking at him. “I-I just w-wanted to ask you if you’d like to go to go to the ball uhm-“ he swallows hard “with me?” he asked and your eyes widened in shock, you didn’t expect him to ask you out. He held it the bunch of flowers and you gladly took them from him as you stood up. “Sam, I-I-“ his face dropped when you didn’t give him an answer right away “-I’d love to.” you said with a blush and he kissed your cheek before he left.

You looked around and everyone was looking at you with a smile. You saw Jass, giving you a thumb’s up and you smiled at her. Dean still didn’t ask her and you didn’t understand. The funny thing was just 20 minutes later Dean entered your class, whispering to the teacher. He looked at you and you gave him a thumb’s up and he took a deep breath.

He asked her too they hugged and everyone let out an ‘awww’. You felt so happy, for both of them. But you were more happy that Sam really asked you.

~*~

It was spring ball and you were nervous you were standing in front of your mirror, chewing your bottom lip nervously. You looked beautiful, you were wearing your favourite dress. You checked your makeup and smoothed your dress, just then your doorbell ringed.

You made your way downstairs and opened your door, your mom smiled at you as you walked to the door. “Hey.” he breathed out as he admired you. “You-you look so-so beautiful.” Sam said and you blushed. You admired him too, he was wearing his tux and a matching tie to your dress. He looked so good, more breathing-taking.

“You look good yourself.” You said shyly and you saw him blush. You grabbed your heels and put them on. You linked arms with him and walked to the limousine waiting outside where everyone was sitting in you knew. Dean with jass, you and Sam and some others.

-time skip-

Sam intertwined his fingers with yours as you two entered the big gym hall. You looked up at him and saw him smiling down at you. You ate something and drank a bit, but not too much. You and Sam went to the dance floor and a slow song started. He pulled you close to him, you rested your hands on his shoulder as you rested your head on his chest. You two swayed to the music in a slow pace.

“Y/N?” Sam whispered a few minutes later. You hummed and looked up at him. You saw him blushing, “I think, I’m-I’m in love with you.“ he whispered and smiled nervously at you. You lifted your head from his chest and looked him in the eyes. “I’m in love with you too.” you whispered shyly. He gave you a loving and bright smile, “I’m so happy you are.” he said as he cupped your cheek.

“C-can I kiss you?” he whispered and you nodded. He pressed his lips softly to yours and your eyes fluttered shut and he kissed you so lovingly and tenderly. It was the best feeling you ever felt.

~*~

8 months have passed, you and Sam were happier than ever. He adored you so much and you adored him. You two walked hand in hand through the hallways in your school. You stopped at your locker and he let go of your hand. You opened your locker, “Y/N?” you looked at him with a smile. He scratched the back of his neck and looked at you, “Spit it.” you said.

“What do you think about coming over today? It’s Friday and my parents are with my uncle bobby and Dean is with Jass.” he smiled nervously. You knew what this was about, it was about having sex for the first time.

You and Sam talked about that many times and he also told you there’s no rush and you should take your time, but you were more than ready. Already after 6 months, of course you already explored each other’s body, but never had sex. You just weren’t THAT ready.

“Sure.” you said with a smile and took your books out.

Classes passed quickly and you were standing in your room, packing the things you needed for a sleepover. You grabbed a class of water and swallowed your birth control pill your mom wanted you to take since you’re with Sam. Maybe she was right about that.

You grabbed your bag and walked downstairs slipping into your sneakers. You walked 5 minutes to the Winchester’s house and knocked at the door. Sam opened the door with a smile, he gave you a peck on the lips and closed the door after you stepped in.

You two immediately walked into his room and grabbed your bag from you and put it on his desk. He already started the show you were watching together. You lied down next to each other, he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close. You rested your head on his chest and your legs were tangled with his. His finger draw circles on your back and you loved it when he did that.

The couple on the screen started kissing and you wanted that too, you lifted your head and captured your lips with his. Your lips moving against each other’s and he place a hand on your neck, pulling you closer to him. You tended your head and deepened the kiss as you straddled his lap.

His hands rubbed your thighs up and down until he squeezed your ass. Your hands drove under his shirt and you took it off, admiring his abs, you loved so much. He took the opportunity and took off your hoodie as well, more like his hoodie.

He pulled you down for another kiss and he slipped his tongue into your mouth and both of your tongues fought with each other. He obviously won and took dominance, he reached behind your back and unclasped your bra.

He tossed it on his desk and cupped your boobs, pinching your nipples like he knew you liked it. You moaned softly into his mouth and ground your hips onto his and groaned into your mouth as well. You got off of him and shoved his sweats including his boxers down, revealing his semi-hard cock.

You tossed his pants away and licked your lips at the sight. You took him into your hand and began to stroke him and he let out a soft sigh and his head fell back on the pillow. Your mouth hovered over his cock and he looked at you with pleading eyes before you took him into your mouth.

You swirled your tongue around his tip and bobbed your head up and down, like he loved it. His hand tangled through your hair, encouraging you to take him deeper and you did. You deep throat him and he bucked his hips up into your mouth, you moaned around his dick.

He groaned and tugged on your hair tightly, “I’m-I’m gonna-“ he couldn’t finish his sentence before his groaning of your name interrupted him and he came down your throat. You swallowed his cum gladly and licked his shaft clean, letting go of it with a plop.

He came down from his high and looked at you with a hazy smile. He brought you in for a loving kiss and pulled away before he said, “It’s your turn now.” and you bit your bottom lips as you saw him kissing down your body until he reached your sweats.

He took them down with your panties and kissed your folds which made you immediately squirming under his touch. He kissed your clit and began to suck onto it as he added his finger to your dripping hole. He curled them, just like you liked him to do that, he pumped them in and out of you. You moaned loudly and bucked your hips up, but he held your hips in place.

It didn’t took you long until you were a moaning mess, you clenched around his fingers and gripped his hair tightly. You came hard, moaning his name so loudly, this was probably one of the best orgasms he has ever given you.

You breathed heavily and let go of his hair and let your hand fall to your side. You came down from your high and smiled lazily a him, the tv show already forgotten.

He plopped down next to you, unsure what to do next. And you hesitantly took the next step, you straddled him and he looked you into the eyes. “Are you sure? Like really sure?” he asked you and you nodded, you were more than sure.

He lifted your hips and took his cock into his hands. He lined up with your entrance and you winced slightly as he slowly made you sunk down slowly. You weren’t moving for a few minutes until you were completely adjusted to him.

He changed positions carefully and made you lie on your back and you winced slightly as he moved you. He looked at you and gave you a loving and sweet kiss. He pulled away and looked at you, asking for your permission, you nodded. He began to move slowly and the pain faded away, when you were sure, you bucked your hips. He understood and went went faster. You moaned in pleasure and he did the same. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his jaw.

As you wrapped your legs around his torso you moaned loudly as he hit spots you didn’t know existed. He knew he found your g-spot and he attempted to hit that spot every time he thrusted into you. You moaned his name loudly and dug your nails into his back, tugging onto his hair as well. He groaned and thrusted harder, you clenched around him.

He groaned into your ear as you clenched and he speeded up his pace. You clenched so hard around his cock as you could and moaned his name loudly. He groaned as he felt you cum all over his cock. You breathed heavily and moaned softly as he released himself inside you, both of you panting. You came down from your high and you thought the first orgasm was good but this one? This one was the best one for real.

Sam pulled out of you and plopped down next to you, smiling lovingly at you. “I love you, Y/N.” he whispered against your lips with a smile. “I love you too, Sam.” he smiled and gave you a sweet peck on your lips.

He pulled you close and you were so tired that you fell asleep and he smiled down at you, dozing of as well.

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Supernatural Series Rewrite

Supernatural Rewrite Masterlist

Dean Winchester x Named Reader (eventually)

Series Warning: language violence, angst, fluff, sexual content, Gore, molestation, mention of sexual harassment, usual supernatural violence. (If you’re triggered by any of these then please don’t read)

(A/n- I had to give the reader a name, there’s reason behind it but you can change it if you want. I changed some of the plot and some of the scenes but mostly it’s the same. I do not own the supernatural series but there are some things that are completely my imagination, it has nothing to do with the actual mythology or the series)

Bloody Mary (part 2)

Season one. Episode Five.

Bloody Mary (Part 3)

"I was on the job for 35 years, detective for most of that. Now everybody packs it in with a few loose ends but the Mary Worthington murder.....that one still gets me." The detective said answering one of your many questions.

"What exactly happened?" Dean asked as you sat silently looking around the room and the three men.

"You guys said you were reporters?" The detective said.

"We know Mary was 19, lived by herself. We know she won a few local contests, dreamt of getting out of Indiana being an actress. And we know that at the night of March 29th, someone broke into her apartment and murdered her. Cut out her eyes with a knife." Sam said, obviously being the only one out of the 3 of you who actually read about the case. Usually you'd do it but your mind wasn't in the right place right now.

"See, sir, when we ask you what happened." Dean said confidently.

"Technically, I'm not supposed to have a copy of this." He said pulling out a folder from the cabinet, you watched as the brothers shared a look. He started going through the folder and finally stopping at a picture which you assume was Mary laying in the pool of her own blood.  "See that there? T-R-E?" He asked and you all nodded in incision. "I think Mary was trying to spell out the name of her killer." Detective suggested.

"You know who that was?" Sam asked.

"Not for sure. But there was a local man, a surgeon, Trevor Sampson." He said pulling out a picture of a man in tux. "And I think he cut her up good." 

"Now, why would he do something like that?" You opened your mouth for the first time since you guys arrived here.

"Her diary mentioned a man she was seeing. She called him by his initial, T. Well, her last entry, she was gonna tell T's wife about their affair."

"But how do you know it was Sampson who killed her?" Dean asked.

"It's hard to say. But the way her eyes were cut out, it was almost professional." Detective said with a glint of sadness in his eyes.

"But you could never prove it?" You said, wording out the guilt inside his head. "No, no prints, no witnesses. He was meticulous."

"Is he still alive?" Asked Dean.

"Nope......If you ask me, Mary spent her last living moments trying to expose this guys secret. But she never could."

"Where's she buried?" Sammy asked.

"She wasn't. She was cremated." He said and you almost rolled your eyes.

"What about that mirror? It's not in some evidence lock up, is it?" You asked.

"No. It was returned to Mary's family a long time ago."

"You have the names of her family by any chances?" Sam asked and luckily he gave you the name of Mary's brother.

On your drive back to Toledo Sam called Mr. Worthington to ask about the mirror. "Oh really? That's too bad, Mr. Worthington. I would have paid a lot for that mirror ok, well maybe next time. All right, thanks." Sam said hanging up the phone. "So?" You and Dean asked in incision as soon as he was off the phone. "So that was Mary's brother. The mirror was in the family for years, until he sold it, one week ago..To a store called Estate Antique. A store in Toledo."

"So wherever the mirror goes, that's where Mary goes?" You asked raising an eyebrow although you already knew the answer. "Her spirits definitely tied up with it somehow."

"Isn't there an odd superstition that says mirrors can capture spirit?" Dean asked. "Yeah there is. When someone would die in a house people would cover up the mirrors so the ghost wouldn't get trapped." You answered keeping your eyes on them the whole time.

"Mary dies and the mirror draws in her spirit." Dean said in conclusion.

"Yeah, but how could she move through 100 different mirrors." Sam wondered out loud.

"I don't know but if that mirror's a source. I say we find it and smash it." Dean replied to Sam's question.

"Yeah, I don't know. Maybe."

Sam's phone started ringing and he picked it up in the second ring. "Hello? Charlie?" He asked on the phone with concern. "Hey, hey, calm down. Just meet us at our motel and we'll be there soon. Just don't look at anything that shows reflections." He said hanging up and Dean speeded up.

"What's wrong?" You questioned as soon as he was off the phone.

"Someone said it again and now Mary's after her."

When you got to your motel you saw charlie waiting outside covering her eyes. "Hey, it's okay, we're here, let's get you inside." You led her into your room but she didn't stop shaking and didn't uncover her eyes. Sam and Dean covered every reflecting surface of the room while you sat besides her to comfort her. "Charlie, you can open your eyes now, it's okay, you're safe now. Now, listen, you're not gonna look at glass or anything that has reflection okay? And as long as you do that, she cannot get you." You soothing voice which Dean always referred as creepy.

"But I can't keep that up forever. I'm gonna die, aren't I?" She asked and you shook your head.

"No, you're not, not anytime soon." Sam said.

"Alright, Charlie, we need to know what happened." Dean asked, sitting on her other side.

"We were in the bathroom. Donna said it."

"That's not what we're talking about. Something happened didn't it....In your life? A secret, where someone got hurt. Can you tell us about it." Dean asked and more tears left her eyes.

"I had this boyfriend. I loved him. But he kind of scared me too, you know? And one night at his house...We got in a fight. Then I broke up with him and he got upset and he said he needed me and he loved me. And he said 'charlie, if you walk out that door right now I'm gonna kill myself.' And you know what I said? I said 'go ahead' and I left. How could I say that? How could I leave him like that? I just.. I didn't believe him, you know? I should have." she started sobbing again after finishing her story. You looked at her with sympathy. "Charlie it wasn't your fault." you said rubbing her back but she didn't accept it.

"We're gonna go take care of this thing ok? Don't look at anything reflective.” The three of you got in the impala and started to the antique shop.

"Alex was right you know. Her boyfriend killing himself, that's not Charlie's fault." Dean said from behind the wheel and his eyes met with yours through the rear view mirror but you quickly looked away breaking the eye contact.

"You know as well as I do....spirits don't exactly see shades of gray, Dean. Charlie had a secret, someone died. That's good enough for Mary." Sam said and once again your heart dropped at your stomach. All you could think about was your secret right now. You know it shouldn't be the first priority here but you couldn't help it. "you know I've been thinking.. It might not be enough to just smash that mirror." Sam said and it caught your attention, pulling you out of your trail of thoughts.

"Why, what do you mean?" Dean asked.

"Well Mary's hard to pin down, right? I mean she moves around from mirror to mirrors. Who's to say that she's not gonna just keep hiding in them forever? So maybe... We should try to pin her down.. You know, summon her to her mirror and then smash it." Sam said.

"Well how do you know that's gonna work?"

"I don't, well not for sure." Sam replied.

"Well, who's gonna summon her?" Dean asked and before Sam could answer you opened your mouth, "I will. She'll come after me for sure." you said and the brothers looked at you with similar frowns. "No. You won't." They replied in unison suddenly acting all protective.

"No I'll do it. She will definitely come after me." Sam said, sounding guilty.

"Alright. You know what? That's it." Dean said pulling the car to the side to have a conversation with both of you.

"This is about Jessica, isn't it?" He asked turning toward Sam. "you think that's your dirty little secret that you killed her somehow?" He asked but there was no answer from the younger man which only proved Dean right. "Sam, this is gotta stop, Man. I mean..the nightmares.. and-and calling her name out in the middle of the night, it's gonna kill you. Now listen to me. It wasn't your fault. If you wanna blame something then blame the thing that killed her. Or why don't you take a swing at me? I'm the one who dragged you away from her in the first place."

"I don't blame you. " Sam said.

"Well you shouldn't blame yourself. 'cause there's nothing you could have done." Dean said. You decided to stay quiet because you damn well know of you say a word the lecture will suddenly turn to you.

"I could've warned her." Sam said and you frowned.

"About what? You didn't know what was gonna happen." Dean said and Sam looked away from him you could swear to God he was hiding something from you guys. "And, besides, all of this isn't a secret. I mean we know all about it. It's not gonna work with Mary anyway."

"No you don't." you knew it! He was hiding something.

"we don't what?"

"you guys don't know all about it. I haven't told you everything."

"what are you talking about?"

"Well it wouldn't really be a secret if I told you, would it?" Sam said and Dean was taken aback for a second.

"No I don't like it. It's not gonna happen. Forget it."

"He doesn't have to do it. I'll do it." you chipped in.

"No you won't. None of you gonna summon her. And seriously Alex, what is wrong? You have nightmares all the time, you barely sleep and when you do, you cry in your sleep." He snapped and you gave him a look. "yeah I hear it. Every night. I don't say anything because I want to give you your space. I know we don't know a lot about you but we know you enough and you will never hurt anyone intentionally. So whatever it Is, it's not your fault. So none of you are gonna do it. " He said and you felt a tear slid down your right cheek. 'only if you knew, Dean. Only if you knew you wouldn't think so highly about me.'

"You have no idea." you said in a small voice. His words only made you feel more guilty. How are you ever gonna tell him. And if they ever find out, they'll hate you. "Dean, that girl back there is gonna die. And you know what? Who knows how many more people are gonna die after that unless one of us do it." you said.

"And it's not gonna be you." Sam said turning slightly toward you. "Sam...... Please don't fight me on this one." you said and he sighed. "fine. We'll do it together. Maybe she'll get confused about who to kill first and we'll have a little more time in our hands." Sam said and you nodded agreeing with his plan then both turn to Dean. "Dean, you've gotta let us do this." you said in a very soft voice and he say silently for a few secs he nodded his head.

"But I don't like it, I don't like it at all." he whispered before turning on the car and driving toward the Antique store.

You were kneeling down in front the door of the antique store with your lock pick in your hand. You were successful in your third try. You opened the door and got inside, followed by the Winchesters.

There were way too many mirrors in that shop. It made spotting Mary's mirror even harder for you. "Well, that's just great." Dean commented sarcastically. He pulled out the picture, showing us the mirror in front of which Mary died. "Alright start looking." He said and Sam started walking deeper into the store. You turned to follow him but Dean grabbed your wrist pulling you closer to him, looking deep in your eyes he said. "Are you sure about this?" you nodded. "I don't like you doing this. At All." he confessed.

"I don't like it either but we don't have another choice." you said and this time he nodded.

"But when this is over, you're gonna tell me everything. No more secrets."

"Somethings are better off as secrets, Dean. Please promise me you won't ask me about it." you said and he looked away. "Dean, please." you cupped his face making him look at you.

"Fine I promise." He said and you don't know if you feel relieved or even more guilty. "let's just get this over with." He said pressing his lips to your forehead briefly. As in queue Sam called out. "Found it." and the two of you walked to where he was. He was standing in front of the mirror shining his torch on it. Dean opened the picture to confirm it was the same mirror. "that's it."

"you sure about this?" he asked Sam. He sighed and the 3 of you walked in front of it together.

"Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary." you both said in unison. Sam grabbed your hand with one of his and with the other he raised his crowbar. "Bloody Mary." you finished, squeezing his hand tightly.

A light shined through the shop from the window and we looked toward it. "I'll go check that out. You guys stay here. Be careful." he handed you his crowbar and started walking out. "smash anything that moves." He said and you nodded.

You heard a breath and turned toward one of the mirror. You saw a feminine figure standing in the mirror and took no time to smash it. You heard Sam smashing another one. "come on, come into this one." you said turning toward the main mirror. You frowned when you saw your own reflection smiling creepily at you. You heard a cry of pain and turned to Sam to see him bleeding through his eyes. You took a step toward him but stopped when your own eyes started burning. You could feel the warm liquid coming out of them. "it's your fault." your reflection said as the crowbar fell from your hand. "you killed him and you killed her too." you heard yourself in the mirror. From the corner of your eyes you saw as Sam fell on his knees clutching his chest. "Sam" before you could take another step there was a sharp pain in your head and your whole body. Sam was looking at the mirror but you couldn't see what he was seeing. "They told her. Everyone told her you were a monster but she never listened to them. They told her to kill you but she didn't listen to any of them and this is how you repay her. You killed them." you groaned, crawling toward Sam. "Sammy, Sammy don't listen to it. We can do this." you said grabbing the crowbar he dropped but before you could do something Dean ran by you and smashed it.

"Sammy! Sammy!" Dean said kneeling down in front of you guys and grabbing his face. "it's Sam."

"God, are you guys okay?" He said turning to you and taking your face in his hand and Wiping the blood from your face but you were pretty sure he just smeared it even more. "uh, yeah."

"come on. Come on." he tried helping you to stand up. "I'm fine help him." you told him and he did what you said and helped Sam to get to get up as you got as yourself.

He put one of his hand over his shoulder and the three of you started walking out. You were limping behind the Winchesters when you suddenly heard clinking of glass and heavy gasps behind you. You guys turned around to see that bloody Mary has crawled out of the mirror.

It only took a second for Dean to grab you and pull you behind him but it didn't help any of you. The three of you fell to the ground, groaning in pain as she walked toward you. More blood came out of your eyes.

You saw as Dean grabbed a mirror from beside him and held it against Mary. She stopped in her track and started looking at her reflection. "you killed them!" you heard a deep gruff voice. "All those people! You killed them." It repeated you saw as she melted in a puddle of blood right in front of you. Dean threw the mirror down, shattering it.

"Guys." you groaned out

"yeah?" Sam asked.

"That's gotta be like, what, 600 years of bad luck?" you said looking at all the broken mirrors, making both of em chuckle.

As you got up and walked out of the store Sam took no time in getting inside the impala and crashing down.

"Alex." Dean said before you could get inside as well, making you turn around and face him. He just stood there staring at your face. "what-" before you could finish your sentence he grabbed you by the waist and smashed his lips on yours. You were taken aback at the first but then kissed him back with the same force. You pulled away panting heavily. "what was that for?" you asked opening your eyes and looking at him.

"I'm really happy to see you alive." he said. "I'm really happy to see you alive too." you said, grabbing his collar and pulling him down for one more kiss.

The next morning Dean pulled up in front of Charlie's house to drop her off.

"so this is really over?" Charlie said looking at the three of you. "yeah, it's over." Dean said.

"Thanks you." she smiled at him and then got out of the car and started walking toward her house "Charlie? " Sam called out to her and she turned around. "your boyfriend's death... You really should try to forgive yourself. No matter what you did... You probably couldn't have stopped it. Sometimes bad things just happens." Sam said and she went inside her home giving him a slight nod.

"that's good advice." Dean said pulling out the car from the driveway. His eyes met with yours through the rear view, making you blush and him smirk. He winked at you and you rolled your eyes but you couldn't hide the big smile on your face.

"I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up before you guys decide to do anything stupid again." you said making a pillow from your jacket and lied down in hopes that maybe just maybe you could take a nap without any nightmares.

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(A/n:- HEY GUYSSS.... I know it's been so long. I said I would post soon and then I betrayed you. I actually got into this minor accident, broke my right wrist (talk about my luck.) and my right leg. It was just hairline fracture. They took of the cast a couple days ago but my wrist was soo stiff because of the plaster that I couldn't type. But I'm completely OK now and I can type again. Although not continuously, I have to keep taking break. I really hope you guys forgive me. I LOVE YOU ALL.

And also. I lost my tag list so any of you who want to be tagged in the series just ask. I know I can go and peak at the old chapter but I wanna make a fresh tag list (don't know if that's even a thing.) but whatever just let me know...

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Supernatural Series Rewrite

Supernatural Rewrite Masterlist

Dean Winchester x named reader

Series Warning: language violence, angst, fluff, sexual content, Gore, molestation, mention of sexual harassment, usual supernatural violence. (If you’re triggered by any of these then please don’t read)

Chapter warning: unwanted sexual advances (not from Dean)

(A/n- I had to give the reader a name, there’s reason behind it but you can change it if you want. I changed some of the plot and some of the scenes but mostly it’s the same. I do not own the supernatural series but there are some things that are completely my imagination, it has nothing to do with the actual mythology or the series)

Skin (Part 1)

Season One. Episode Six.

Skin (Part 2)

When you woke up the next day it was still just 4:30 in the morning. You felt a pair of arms wrapped tightly around your waist. It took you a second to recognize the familiar feeling of the man behind you but as soon as you did, a big smile crept on your face. You turned in his arms slowly, careful not to wake him up. You realized it was the most well rested you've felt in a while. You saw a really small smile on his face too, like he was having a really good dream.

You knew it was creepy but you couldn't help but stare at his peaceful face. Hair messy, chest going up and down in a slow rhythm, he was the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

Your train of thoughts was interrupted by a series of knocks on the door of your motel room. You tried to ignore it and continue staring at the beautiful man in front of you until you were completely awake. Your eyes widen when you realized it was Sam. "Dean, wake up." you said in a hushed tone trying to get attention of the sleeping hunter beside you.

"Alex." you finally heard Sam's voice coming from the other side of the door. "Dean.." you whispered again but he was still sleeping. The knocks got even louder.

You knew for a fact that Dean id a light sleeper so you had no idea why he wasn't waking up right now.

"Alex, if you don't open up I'll have to pick the lock myself, you're worrying me now." He said and you quickly shouted out. "No.. I mean, I'm naked, don't come in." you said and the hunter beside you finally woke up. He was about to say something but you put your hand on his mouth and gestured him to keep silent.

"oh... Ok. I just got worried because you weren't answering."

"well, what do you want, it's 5 in the morning." you asked as you removed your hand from Dean's mouth knowing he wouldn't say anything now. He pecked your lips slowly before listening clearly to Sam.

"Well I needed to show you guys something but Dean didn't come to the room last night. Did he tell you where he is? He's not picking up either." he said and you took a look at Dean's phone laying on your nightstand.

"yeah, no, I mean i don't know, he didn't tell me." you said, not sure how to answer him.

"ok, I'll try calling him again." this time even a bigger 'NO' left your mouth. You know if Sam called Dean his phone will ring inside your room.

"i mean, it's Dean, Sam. He probably went to the bar last night and found 'some girl' there." you said, emphasis on 'sone girl' with a little smirk on your lips. Dean pouted at your before pressing his lips to your neck and you bite your lip to fight back a moan.

"Yeah, Yeah, probably."

"you know what? Why don't you go to your room, I'll join you there in a few." you said successfully without making any weird noise.

"ok. By the way I bought breakfast and coffee too, Be quick if you don't want it to get cold." he said.

"Be right there." you said and heard his footsteps walking away. Just to be sure your you got up from the bed any opened your door and poked out your head to make sure he was gone.

"God, never have I ever thought that I would be hiding away from my little brother, like this." He said as you pulled out your jeans and shirt from your duffel bag.

"Well, as they say, there's a first for every thing. Now close your eyes, I have to change."

"seriously?" he asked.

"Yes. Seriously." you answered and he sighed before closing his eyes. "And no peeking." you said before turning around and changing into your today's outfit.

Once you were done you turned back around. "Ok, so I'm gonna go to your and Sam's room. You'll wait here for 10 minutes and then you'll come too." you explained your plan to him, sitting beside him on the bed.

"What!? What are we, 19? Oh wait.." He said grinning at you and you hit his arm.

"Ha Ha very funny. Just do what I said." you said and got up and took your bag before walking out from the motel room. After you walked out dean didn't know why he was still smiling to himself, looking at the door at the door you left from a second ago. He closed his eyes, waiting for 10 minutes to be over.

"Hey." you said as Sam opened the door you looked around the room pretending to be genuinely curious. "Dean still isn't here?" you asked as if you really didn't know where he was.

"Nope. Still hasn't picked up either." he said as you put your bag beside Sam's bed and sat on it. He handed you your coffee and a bag of donuts

"Ah, donuts. Thanks, Sammy, maybe I could forgive you for waking me up at 5 in the morning." you joked and started munching on the sweet treat Sam got you for breakfast just as you took your first bite, Dean walked in from the front door of the motel room. As soon as he walked in, you glared at him so hard that its surprising that your eyes didn't pop out.

"what are we having?” he asked and sat beside you.

“Dude where have you been since last night?” Sam questioned his brother putting both of his hands on his hips. “Yeah, Dean. Where were you?”  You repeated  his question with a little smirk while you sipped on your coffee. 

“I-I........I went to the bar. And after that i went home with this chic. she was really hot by the way.” he said returning your smirk.

“you could have at least called. you weren’t picking up either. i gotta show you guys something.” Sam said.

“Dude, its only 5 in the morning.” Dean complained.

“I know, but we got to check this out.  Anyways I’m gonna go load the impala.” Sam said while doing something on his phone as he walked out of the room with yours and his bag. 

“I told you to wait for 10 minutes before coming in.” You hissed as soon as Sam was out of the room.

“It hasn’t been 10 minutes yet?” Dean asked innocently. “No. it has been only 4.” you said and he looked a little surprised. 

“Damn, time runs slow sometimes.” he made a remark sipping his coffee.

“Time doesn’t run, Dean. you are impatient.” You said and he bit his lip while looking at your face. 

“Can you blame me though?” he asked glancing at your lips and you turn your face so he wouldn’t see you blush. You started playing with your hair, a habit you didn’t know you had until Dean started making you blush. 

“Shut up. Let me finish my coffee.” you attached the cup to your lips, hiding the smile behind it. 

It didn’t take very long to get back to Zach’s house. Dean pulled up at the backside of his house.

“So what are we doing here at 5:30 in the morning?” You asked stepping out of the car.

“I realized something. the videotape shows the killer going in but not coming out.” 

“So he came out the back door?” Dean asked.

“Duh.” You said making him glare at you.

“Right, so there should be a trail to follow. A trail the police never pursue.” Sam said.

“Because they think the killer never left, they caught Zach inside.” you said.

“Duh.” It was Dean’s turn to mock you and you hit him in his arm. 

“I still don’t know what we’re doing here at 5:30 in the morning” He said leaning against the hood of the impala as you followed Sam to look for any evidence.  You saw something with the corner of you eyes and walked toward the telephone pole beside Zach’s house. 

“Hey, look at this.” You said catching attention of both the boys and Sam quickly walked over to you. “Blood.” you said touching the dried red blood that caught your eyes. 

“Some body came this way.” Sam said turning to look at his older brother. 

“Maybe the trail ends. I don’t see anything over here.” Dean said. Suddenly you heard sirens wailing and an ambulance passed by you and the three of you looked at each other before following it.

You stopped in front of a house and watched as a man was led outside ion handcuffs and pushed inside a police car. “What happened?” Dean asked a bystander.

“He tried to kill his wife. tied her up and beat her.” she said and Sam looked at you with a knowing look on his face. “I used to see him going to work. He’d wave, say hello. he seemed like such a nice guy.” she continued, shaking her head, disappointed in her neighbor, or whoever he was. 

You waited in the for police to clear out. You and Sam went looking around the back of the house while Dean went to the police station. You were looking around for any kind of evidence or clue, Sam was  checking inside the garbage cans when Dean came back, you turned when you heard him say.

“Hey, remember when i said this wasn’t our kind of problem? Its definitely our kind of problem.” Dean said enthusiastically. 

“what’d you find?” you asked as Sam walked up to you and Dean. 

“I just talked to the patrolman who was on the scene. He heard this guy Alex’x story, all Alex’s are mean.” He smirked at you proud of his little joke and you glared at him as he continued. “So apparently the dude was driving home when his wife was attacked.”

“So he was two places at once too.” Sam said. “Then he sees himself in the house, the police thinks he’s a nutjob.” 

“Two dark doubles attacking the loved ones in exactly the same way.” Sam said.

“could be the same thing doing it too.” Dean replied.

“Shapeshifter?” you suggested and the boys looked at you. “Something that can make itself look like anyone?”

“Every culture in the world ha a shapeshifter lore. Legends of creature who can transfer themselves into other animals or men.” Dean said agreeing with your idea. 

“Right. skinwalkers, werewolves.” 

“oh, yeah. Two attacks within a block of each other. I guess we got shapeshifter problem in neighborhood.” Dean said. 

“Let me ask you guys, in any of all this shapeshifter lore, do any of them fly?” You asked.

“Not that i know of.” Dean replied following you as you walked around him. 

“I picked up a trail here. Someone ran out of the back headed of this way.” you said. 

“Just like Zach’s house.”

“Yeah and just like Zach’s house the trail suddenly ends, like whatever it is just.......disappeared.” You added.

“Well there’s another way to go.” Dean said. “Down.” You all look down to see a manhole cover right beneath your feet.  

“Fuck me.” You mumbled and both the boys looked at you with an raised eyebrow. “Its a metaphor.” You said making them chuckle as Sam removed the cover and you bend down to look inside. “No, nope, nope. Not going in there.”  You said, standing up as a fowl smell hit your nose. 

“Come on, sweetheart. You don’t back out that easy.” Dean said wrapping an arm around your waist, resting it on your butt, but removed it as soon as Sam looked at with an raised eyebrow. 

“Yeah, you’re right. let’s just go in.” You said before climbing in, Sam was the last one to get inside as he closed the manhole cover behind him. 

“I bet this runs right by Zach’s house too. The shapeshifter could be using the sewer system to get around.” You said as the three of you walked further inside.  “I think you are right. look at this.” Dean said as Sam and you crouched down to where he was. You almost threw up as you saw he was looking at a pile of human skin and it was all slimy and gooey and just gross. “EW” you exclaimed as Dean picked up the transparent slimy substance with his knife.

“Is this from his victims?” Sam wondered out loud.

“I just had a sick thought.” Dean said examining the thing in his knife and then looking at the two of you. “When the shifter changes shape....maybe it shreds.” He said throwing the skin back in the pile. “That is sick.” You commented

The three of you climbed out of the sewer and ran back to impala. Dean opened the trunk of Baby and pulled out the silver bullets “Now one thing i learned from dad. No matter what king of shapeshifter it is, there’s always one sure way to kill it.” Dean said.

“Silver bullet to the heart.” Sam and you said in a sync and then looked at each other with a smile. Just then Sam’s phone started ringing and he picked up. 

“This is Sam.” he said to whoever it was on the other side and the  walked away from Dean and you. He looked a little upset when he hung up so you walked over to him, and leaned beside him against the impala.

“Hey, what happened?” you asked putting a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it slightly for comfort. “Beck found out Dean’s not a real cop.” He said and dean walked up to both of you. 

“I hate to say it but that’s what I was talking about. You lie  to your friends because if they knew the truth they’d be freaked. Its just......It would be easier if-”

“I was like you.” Sam completed his brothers sentence. 

“Hey man, like it or not we are not like other people. But I tell you one thing, this hole gig, its not without perks.” Dean said, pulling out his gun, Sam grabbed it tucked in the back of his jeans. 

The three of you made your way back to the sewer and climbed in. The three of you walked around the sewer holding up torches looking for the shifter or his lair. Dean was walking in the front and Sam as behind and you were in the middle. You didn’t fight about it because you knew they were just trying to protect you.

“I think we’re close to its lair.” Dean said and scrunched up your nose when you saw what he was pointing at.

“Why’d you say that?”

“Because there’s another puke-inducing pile next to your face.” You said lighting your torch at the pile of skin. Sam turned and immediately backed off with a loud groan. “ Oh, god.” 

“Looks like it lived here for a while.” You said pointing at another pile of skin and clothes.

“Who knows how many murders he’s gotten away with?” Sam said and turn toward you and Dean. 

“Dean!” Sam  yelled and you turned as well to see the shifter standing just behind dean. Before you could pull out your gun he punched and he fell on the ground and then the shifter ran away. You and Sam shot at him but was a little too fast. 

“Dean you ok?” you asked helping him up.

“Get the son of a bitch!” Dean exclaimed and Sam made a run after him but you hesitated for a second. “Alex, seriously I’m fine. Let’s get him.” Dean said and you nodded before the two of you took off after the shifter and Sam. The three of you climbed out of the sewer but the shifter was nowhere in sight.

“Alright let’s split.” You suggested.

“Ok. You’re coming with one of us.” Dean said.

“No Dean. Its better if we separate. We don’t know where he went we’ll cover more ground.” you said and it took a sec to get them convince. “Alright, I’ll meet you guys around the other side.” With that the three if you separated ways. 

You ran toward a dark alley with your gun raised up. A few people walking here and there, some of them were giving you weird looks, some look scored because of the gun. After a few minutes you put your gun back in your jeans standing where Dean told you he would meet you, waiting for either of them to show up. 

You felt a hand on your butt and you turned immediately to punch whoever it was but stepped when you saw it was just Dean. “Dean! you scared me.” You complained and pushed him slightly. “You found anything?” You asked as he pulled you closer once more. “No. He’s gone.” he said putting one your hip, grabbing a little more rougher than usual. 

“Alright let’s get back to the car.” Dean said and you frowned.

“Sam’s not here yet, let’s wait for him.” You said.  

“He’ll meet us by the car.” He said holding your hand and leading you hand and leading you across the road. 

“You think he found another way underground?” you asked as you reached the car.

“Yeah probably. oh shoot.”

“What?” You asked as you both stopped by the trunk of the car.

“Sam has the keys.” 

“Guess we gotta wait till he comes.” 

“Or.....we could do something more fun.” He suggested as he licked his lips and looked down at your body, eyes lingering a little longer on some parts. You felt a shiver ran down your spine, you don’t know why. You’ve never felt creeped out around Dean before, he always made you feel comfortable, even when he looks at you in not so innocent way.

Before you could say anything his lips were on yours. You hesitated for a few second but kissed back eventually. He picked you up and sat you on the trunk of the car. He stepped between your legs and kept kissing you roughly. one of his hand reached under your shirt but you stopped it right before it could touch your breast. He grabbed your waist harshly and pulled you closer. His lips trailed from your jaw line to your neck, he bit down there and you hiss.

“Dean stop. I don’t wanna do it.” You said and tried to push him away but he was a little to heavy. You started feeling weak, memories coming back to yo, you felt trapped and you couldn’t breath. “Dean, I said stop, I don’t like it.” This time you tried harder but he still didn’t stop. His hands were on your thighs and lips on your collar bone. You knew you could fight him, you could push him away, you have fought monsters for god’s sake but now he was like you were shut down. 

“I said stop.” This time you pushed him away with all your force and he stumbled back. At that moment you knew it wasn’t your Dean, it could’t be, he would never do that to you. You heard footsteps and you saw Sam was approaching you guys. “What the fuck is wrong with you!” You yelled as you jumped off the  car and slapped him right across the cheek. 

“Hey, hey, hey, what’s happening here.” Sam said running toward both of you. When he reached you subconsciously grabbed his arm tightly. When Sam looked at his best friend he saw tears streaming down her face as she clinged into his arm like a lost puppy and a look on Dean’s face that he never saw in his life. Sam’s heart broke a little at the slightly of his best friend. Even though none of them answered his question he immediately knew what his ‘brother’ has done and he also knew that it wasn't Dean he was talking to. Dean would never lay a hand on a woman without her consent.

“You got the keys?” Dean asked after a minute of silence. 

“Hey didn’t dad once face a shapeshifter in San Antonio?” Sam asked and Alex understood what he was doing. 

“No that was Austin. It turned out not to be a shapeshifter. It was a thought form, a psychic projection, remember.”

“Yeah.” Sam said and then threw the keys at him which he caught with his bad shoulder. Right then you guys were confirmed that it was the shifter. 

As the shifter opened the trunk you and Sam slowly pulled out your guns and pointed at him. “What have you done to him?” Sam yelled as he pulled the safety off.

“Dude chill, its me alright.” The shifter said

“No, I don’t think so. Where’s my brother?” Sam asked.

“You caught those keys with your left. Your shoulder was hurt.” You argued, not putting your gun down. 

“Yeah, its better. What do you want me to do, cry?” 

“You’re not my brother. He’d never lay a finger on Alex without her consent.” Sam said gritting his teeth, the mere mention made his blood boil.

“Why don’t you pull the trigger then, hmm?” He asked walking closer to Sam.”Because you’re not sure.”  

“Don’t.” Sam said and before you could do anything he knocked him out with a crowbar and pulled his gun on him.

“Now sweetheart, if you don’t want to scrap his brain from the road, put the gun down.” He said looking at you while pointing the gun at Sam’s head. You knew if anything happen to Sam, Dean would never forgive you and neither would you, so you put the gun down. You slowly reached for the knife on the waist of your jeans without him noticing.

“Ah, ah, ah, hands where I can see ‘em.” He demanded and you put your hand up in the air. “Now about what happened back there, I just couldn’t help myself, I’m sorry. And I’m also sorry about what I’m gonna do now.” Before you knew what he was talking about he hit your head with the back of his gun and everything went black around you. 

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Part 3

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Supernatural Series Rewrite

Supernatural Rewrite Masterlist

Dean Winchester x named reader

Series Warning: language violence, angst, fluff, sexual content, Gore, molestation, mention of sexual harassment, usual supernatural violence. (If you’re triggered by any of these then please don’t read)

Chapter Warning: Language and just some Canon level violence, nothing too much though. And a very poor description of a fight, so poor that it should be a warning.

(A/n- I had to give the reader a name, there’s reason behind it but you can change it if you want. I changed some of the plot and some of the scenes but mostly it’s the same. I do not own the supernatural series but there are some things that are completely my imagination, it has nothing to do with the actual mythology or the series.)

Skin (Part 2)

Season One. Episode Six.

Skin (Part 3)

As your eyes started to open and you came back to senses, a fowl smell hit your nose. You looked around only to realize you were in the sewer tied up with your back against a pipe, across from Sam.

“Hey, Sam, Sammy, wake up.” You called out to the younger Winchester and tried pulling at the ropes. Sam slowly started to wake up as well. He looked around and his eyes fell on you, He started struggling against the rope and just then the shifter walked in with more ropes in his hands. He walked up to Sam and looked him up and down before slapping him across the face with the back of his hand.

“Hey.” You yelled out angrily as he walked away.

“Where is he?” Sam asked, grunting. “Where’s Dean.” He repeated his question. 

“I wouldn’t worry about him. I’d worry about you and your little bitch.” The shifter said walking closer to Sam once again. 

“You don’t really wanna know. I swear, the more I learn about you and your family.....I thought I came from a bad background.” 

“What do you mean learn?” You questioned and looked at him confusingly as he held his head and started grunting in pain, like he was restoring Dean’s memories. 

“He sure got issues with you.” The shifter said looking at the younger brother. “You got to go to college, he had to stay home, I mean I had to stay home with dad. You don’t think I had dreams of my own? But dad needed me. Where the hell were you?” The shifter said as he leaned in toward Sam. You took advantage of his distraction and started tugging on the ropes.

The only thing Sam replied with was “Where’s my brother?” 

“I’m your brother.” The shifter replied as either of his hands on each side of Sam’s leg. “See deep down, I’m just jealous. You got friends. You could have a life. Me? I know I’m a freak. And sooner or later everyone’s gonna leave me.” You frowned at what the shifter was saying, was this really how Dean felt? The shifter stood up and walked toward you. “What are you talking about?” Sam asked. “You left. Hell, I did everything dad asked me to, and he ditched me too. No explanation, nothing. Just poof. Left me with your sorry ass. And sooner or later, Alex’ gonna leave me too. I don’t deserve her, she’s too good for someone like me.” You were a little shocked at his revelation. Your heart ached for Dean, how could he think so little of himself? When in reality he deserves the whole world, you just wanted to hug him and tell him just how much he’s worth but quickly you reminded yourself that it was the shifter talking. Maybe he was just lying to get to your and Sam’s head, to play with your minds. There was a few seconds of silence before the shifter started talking again. “But still, this life....It’s not without it’s perks. I meet the nicest people, like little Becky, I wonder what would happen if I go to her place right now, you know, as your big brother.” He said  and Sam gave him a bitch face. You got the  sudden urge to protect the girl who hates you. “Let’s see what happen.” He smirked and threw a blanket over you and Sam before walking away and ignoring Sam’s threats.

“Damn it.” Sam grunted as he tried to get out of the knot the shifter made around his wrist. You were trying to concentrate hard on the rope that was tied around you. Your concentration was broken by the sound of Man coughing, not just any man, you recognize the voice as Dean’s.

“That better be you, Sam and not that freak of nature.” Dean said and Sam started chuckling in relief. 

“Yeah, its me. He went to Rebecca’s looking like you.” 

“Oh he’s not stupid. He picked the handsome one.” Dean commented which made you roll your eyes. “Where’s Alex? She OK?” 

“I’m here.” You grunted out still trying to get out of the ropes.

“You OK?  He didn’t do anything did he?” Dean asked and you felt silent, not knowing how to answer the question. But your silence was enough answer for him.

“I’m going to kill that bastard.” Dean growled out in anger.

“Not before I get him.” Sam replied.

“He didn’t just look like you, he was you.” You told Dean “OR he was becoming you.”

“What do you mean?” 

“I don’t know, its like he was downloading your thoughts and memories.” You replied.

“You mean like Vulcan Mind Meld?” Dean asked and you saw him getting out of the ropes.

“Yeah something like that.” This time Sam answered “Maybe that’s why he didn’t kill us.” 

Dean got up from where he was sitting at walked toward you, you stopped struggling with the ropes as you knew he would get you out now.

Dean kneeled in front of you and started untying the rope. His eyes fell on the cut on your temple where the shifter hit you. He started boiling with anger again when he saw the blood. “He hurt you?” he asked and you didn’t answer, just stared him straight in the eye. They were so different yet similar at the same time.

There was concern and care and love behind you Dean’s eyes where the shifter only looked at you with lust and hunger. After he helped you with the ropes he went to Sam’s side to help him get out as well.

“Maybe he needs to keep us alive, a psychic connection.” Dean said as he untied Sam.

“Yeah, come on, we gotta go he’s probably at Rebecca’s already.” Sam said standing up. You got up as well and followed the out of the sewer.

“Come on, we gotta find a phone and call the police.” Sam said.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, you’re gonna put a APB out on me?” Dean said.

“Sorry.” was the only thing Sam replied with. “This way.” Dean said and led you down the road. You guys started running. Sam found a phone and called the police, letting them know about Dean, well the shifter Dean.

You were walking toward Rebecca’s place when walked past a window of a store  which had a bunch of TVs on it. You stopped as you saw the new

“An anonymous tip led police to a home in the central west end where a SWAT team discovered a local woman bound and gagged. The attacker, a white male, approximately 24 to 30 years of age was discovered hiding in the home...” a sketch of Dean popped up on the screen and you couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“Man, that’s not even a good picture.” Dean groaned.

“Well, its good enough to recognize you.” You told him and Sam nodded along.”Man.” Dean groaned once again as the three of you walked away. As you made a turn Dean stepped in a puddle of water, guess its just wasn’t his day.

“Come on!” It was Sam’s turn groan at his brother’s clumsiness. 

“They said attempted murder. At least we know-” You started saying  as you tried to catch up with their steps. gosh those two had long legs.

“I didn’t kill her.” Dean cut you off. 

“Alex and I’ll check with Rebecca in the morning and see if she’s alright.” Sam said 

“OK but first I wanna find that handsome devil and kick the crap out of him.”  Dean said.

“We have no weapons, no silver bullets.” You said, you were practically running so you could keep up with them. Damn them and their height. 

“Alex, that guy has my face okay? Its a little personal, I wanna find him.” Dean said as the three of you came to a stop in the middle of the street.

“Okay, where do we look?” You asked.

“We could start with the sewer.”

“Okay but Alex is right you know, he stole our guns, we need more.” Sam said.

“Wait, the car?” you suggested.

“I’m bettin’ he drove over to Rebecca’s.” Dean said.

“The news said he fled on foot. I bet its still parked there.” Sam suggested. There was a little pause before he groaned out in anger. “Ugh.... the thought of him driving my car.” Dean said and you raised an eyebrow.

“Seriously? That’s your issue with all of this?” You said before again in the direction you were walking before.

“Its killing me.” He said again making Sam glare at him.

“Let it go, man.” said Sam.

As the three of you got to Rebecca’s house without being spotted by the cops. You spotted the Impala in the driveway. 

“Ah, there she is. Finally, something went right tonight.” He said with joy as the three of you walked toward the car and as if god was trying to tell him that he spoke too soon you heard sirens of police cars. “Or maybe not.” you commented

“Oh crap.” Dean said. You turn to find another way but there were already 3 cop cars surrounding you. “This way, this way.” Dean said and pointed toward a gray fence.

“You go. We’ll hold them off.” You told Dean.

“They can’t hold us, just go. Keep out of sight. Meet us at Rebecca’s.” said Sam.

“Dean, stay out of the sewers alone.” You said as he climbed over the fence. “I mean it.” You yelled when he didn’t give any reaction. “Yeah, yeah.” He yelled back.

“Don’t move. Keep your hands where i can see ‘em.”  you heard a man say as you got surrounded by cops. You pulled down your top a little and got ready for your innocent act as you and Sam put your hands up in surrender position.

Cleavage and innocent eyes, deadliest combination on this earth, and not even a single s immune to it.

“Who are you?” One of them asked as they got closer you realized he was the leader of the squad.

“Don’t say a single word, Sam. Let me handle this.” You whispered to the tall man. “I’m Alex, this is Sam, my friend.” You said with a sweet smile.

“What are you doing here?” He asked a little softly this time. He eyes kept switching between your breast and face and finally he settled for your face. 

“We went to Stanford with Rebecca. We were staying in the town so she called and asked us to stay the night with her. She sounded really scared. By the way how is she? Is she alright? Did he hurt her too much?” You asked with a panic in your voice.

“Calm down, miss. She’s alright now And I’ll make sure you and your friend are safe.” He said.

“Thank you so much.” You said finally putting your hands down, Sam following your lead.

“What’s with the blood?” He asked pointing at the wound on your temple.

“Oh, I slipped in the shower this morning. I guess its bleeding again.” You said touching the wound.

“Here.” He said handing you his handkerchief. “Be safe.” You returned his smile and walked away with Sam to Rebecca’s.

“Wow. How’d you do that?”

“Breast are a very generous gift of god to women, Sam. Even you are staring.” You said with a smirk.

“Sorry.” He apologized and looked away before ringing Rebecca’s doorbell. She opened the door and surprising she looked just fine. Something was not right , she looked too calm for a woman who just got attacked. She was setting off all kinds of alarms in your head. But you decided to keep your thought to yourself.

“Hey, Alex could you help me with something in the kitchen.” She said and walked in the said room. You looked at Sam with a raised eyebrow and he just  shrugged his shoulder. The woman who hated you this morning suddenly needed your help? If that’s not strange you don’t know what is.

Anyway, you walked inside the room and Rebecca was nowhere in sight. Before you could turn around to look at the other side something hit the back of your head and everything blacked out the next second.

The shifter smirked in victory and picked up the girl. “God she’s heavier than she looks.” She groaned, putting you on a chair in another room and tying you up. She took off your jacket so it was easier to tie a rope around you, when she was sure you would’t brake out she took two beer bottles out of the fridge for her and Sam and walked in the living room.

“Where’s Alex?” Sam asked.

“Oh she said she wanted to use the washroom.” Rebecca said handing Sam a bottle. “By the way she told me.”

“She told you what?” Sam asked with a frown.

“That it wasn’t Dean that attacked me,  it was some sort of shapeshifter. Please tell me she’s lying, Sam.” Sam sighed at her words.

“Why’d she lie?”  he asked with an raised eyebrow.

“Sorry to say this but she’s a kid, she doesn’t understand the seriousness of this situation and she’s just insensitive.” Rebecca said and Sam scoffed, he was offended that she would say that about his best friend.

“No she’s not. She’s just as sensitive as a human should be. And by the way she’s telling the truth. It wasn’t Dean, it was a shapeshifter.” 

“Ok, so let’s say this shapeshifter is real. By the way you know you guys are crazy. But, um, say it is real. How do you stop it?” Rebecca asked, a little too calm for someone who just learnt that monsters are real and one of ‘em attacked her.

“Silver bullet to the heart.” Sam said.

“You are crazy.” with that the shifter hit him hard with the beer bottle she was holding and knocked him out and her eyes flashed white.

You came back to senses just in time to see Rebecca tying up Sam. You acted like you were still out as she walked out of the room.

“Sam, Sammy, hey.” you whispered in hope that it will make him get up. “Sammy, can you hear me?”

“Oh look who’s up. Good mornin’ sweetcheeks.” A voice beside you said and you looked up to see the shifter changed back into Dean.

“You didn’t like that look very much, I see.” You made a remark. 

“Oh I did, She’s really gorgeous. But you know then I thought, it would be more fun to kill you if I looked like this. Imagine, your last memory would be The love of your life carving you up.” The shifter said as he walked closer to you. You glared at him.

“Fuck you.” You spitted out.

“Oh sweetheart I wish we could but right now I’m a little busy right now.” He said and just then you heard Sam grunting.

“Oh, look. Sammy’s up too. We have audience now.” Dean said and walked away from you and toward your best friend.

“Rise and shine, little brother.” He said and leaned down to look at Sam. 

“What you gonna do to us?” Sam asked

“Oh, I’m not gonna do anything to you. Dean will though.” The shifter said, opening the drawer and looking for something. 

“They’ll never catch him.” Sam said and you try to use the shifter’s distraction as your profit and started wiggling in the ropes to loosen the knot.

“Oh, it doesn’t matter. Murder in the first on his own brother, and a minor.” He said as he looked at you “He’ll  be hunted for his whole life.” Your eyes widen as he took out a knife.

“I must say... I will be sorry to lose this skin. Your brother’s got a lot of good qualities, you should appreciate him more than you do.” The shifter said and after a while of silence he walked up to the bar and made himself a drink. “Cheers.” He pulled out the knife again walked closer to you. “I really hoped we could have some fun before i killed you.” He smirked.

“Hey, stay away from her.” Sam grunted.

“Oh i don’t think so.” The shifter replied as he ran the knife across the bare skin above your chest drawing blood out. You hissed out in pain.

“I dare you untie me, you fucking coward. I’ll chop your dick off.” You threatened which made him angry and he slapped you  right across the face with the back of his hand and you could taste to iron of your blood in your mouth. You heard Sam yelling at the shifter from across you.

“Does she always talk this much?” He asked Sam and turn toward him. “How do you guys not get annoyed by this bitch?” He then slammed the knife in the pool table beside you and came back to you. You looked at Sam and then pointed toward the knife. 

When Sam was close enough to the pool table you kicked the shifter hard in the shin and he fell down across the room. Sam took the chance and cut his rope from the knife. He took the knife and stood up but before he could help you out the shifter attacked him again.

They started throwing punches at each other and you groaned out in frustration as you couldn’t get out of the rope and help Sam. 

“Not bad, little brother.” the shifter said as Sam kicked him and twisted his arm behind his back.

“You’re not him.” Sam said and the shifter shoved him and he fell on the pool table. Sam got up again but the shifter was faster, he punched him in the face and kneed him in the abdomen. Shifter threw Sam on the bookshelf, breaking it.  

“Even when we were kinds I kicked your ass.” The shifter said as Sam crawled out of the bookshelf. The shifter picked up a que and swung it toward Sam but Sam was fast enough. He swung it again breaking the lights over the pool table. Before he could swing it for the third time Sam kicked him in the stomach and he fell back. They started punching each other again and soon the shifter goth the upper hand and shoved Sam down, straddling him. He wrapped his hand around Sam’s neck and started chocking him.

You were at verge of tears by now, hoping that Dean would come here soon. You were so angry at yourself that you couldn’t get out of a rope. Sam was struggling in front of you and you couldn’t do anything. 

“Hey.” You heard Dean’s voice behind you, the real Dean pointing a gun at his doppelganger. The shifter Dean backed away from Sam and Dean fired two shots killing the shifter, he dropped on a seat against the wall.

“Sam.” Rebecca rushed toward Sam and Dean ran toward you.

“Hey, sweetheart. You OK?” He asked and you nodded. As soon as he freed you from the rope you jumped in his arms and hugged him tightly. 

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t help Sam.” You whispered and your voice shook a little like you were about to cry. 

“Hey, its OK. You didn’t really have a choice, you were tied up.” He said pulling away and holding your face in his palms.

“Yeah and i could’t even get out of it. I’m so useless-”

“Hey. shhh, you're not useless, OK. You did great in this hunt.He said pressing his lips against your forehead and then pulling you back into a hug.

Then Dean walked up to the shifter and snatched the amulet he was wearing around his neck.

The three of you decided to leave Rebecca's place in the morning. You walked out to see Dean leaned over the Impala with a map. Sam was still inside having a chat with Rebecca. “Hey.” You said as you walked over to Dean and he looked up from his map.  “I wanted to talk to you..... Alone.”

“Yeah, me too.” He replied and turn completely toward you. “You go first then.” You told him.

“OK.....I talked to Sam last night. And he told me what happened.” He said and you looked down at your feet.  “Hey, look at me...I would never, ever, not even in my dream think about touching you without your consent.  I would never do something that you are uncomfortable with.” He said, holding your chin and looking into your eyes.

“I know that, that’s why I knew it wasn’t you.” You replied with a smile. “You should know something too.” 

“What?” 

“I would never ever, not even in my dreams, think about leaving you.” You said remembering what the shifter had told you and Sam in the sewer.

“How’d that come up?” 

“I just thought that you should know. You’re stuck with me, as long as I’m alive.” 

“I know that. Thank you.....Can I kiss you?” He asked stroking your cheek. 

“You know you don’t have to ask.” with that he captured your lips in a sweet kiss. 

You kissed back as you wrapped your arms around his neck,, his hand was holding your face gently. The kiss was sweet and sensual, you swear you could melt into him. You pulled away after a few seconds and right after that Sam and Rebecca walked out. You looked down at your feet so you could hide the big stupid smile from your face. They were talking about something that you couldn’t figure out from the distance. 

She hugged Sam and waved at you and Dean before walking back inside. 

“So what about your friend Zach?” Dean asked as Sam walked up to you and him.

“The cops are blaming this Dean Winchester guy for Emily’s murder. Found the murder weapon in his lair. Zach’s clothes stained with her blood. Now they’re thinking maybe the surveillance tape was tampered with. Becca says Zach will be released soon.” With that the three of you got in the car and drove away from the town.

“Sorry, guys.” Dean said somewhere between the ride.

”About what?”  Sam asked 

“I really wish things could be different, you know? I wish you both just could be Joe college.” 

“Ah, its Okay, you know, truth is even in Stanford deep down I never really fit in.”

“That’s because you’re a freak.” 

“Yeah thanks, but if I’m a freak what’d you say about Alex? She had a knife collection.” Sam replied, making you laugh, well it was true. you were a freak.

“Well I’m a freak too. And we are in this together, all the way.” He said making eye contact with you through the rear view.”You know I gotta say, I’m sorry I’m gonna miss it.”

“Miss what?” You asked.

“How many chances am I gonna have to see my own funeral?”

*******

Hook man Part 1

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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.

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.”

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Started: 06 07 22

Last updated: 22 08 22

Key:  ✓ completed, ♥ ongoing,  ☾ angst,  ★ fluff, ♡ smut

Challenges

various x reader

30 day challenge | Summary: Using a 30 day prompt challenge, a collection of drabbles will be written for various characters.  ♥  ★  ☾

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Supernatural 

Dean x Sam x Winchester reader 

Join the hunt | Summary: Ever want to be included in the show, as a Winchester? Wait no more. Follow y/a, Sam and Dean through 15 seasons of saving people, hunting things the family business. ♥  ☾

Dean x reader

Messy kinda love | Summary: The reader and the boys go on a vamp hunt.  ✓

Crushing (Part one) |  Part two | Summary: y/n has found Dean in a compromising position, Dean has found out about y/n’s crush. Not everything ends well.  ✓ ☾

Sam x reader

Creepy Crawly | Summary: The bunker protects the reader and the boys from evil. Well, not from all evil.  ✓  ★

Bobby x reader

I love you | Summary: You had gone on a hunt alone, simple salt and burn. But when has a hunter’s life ever been simple?  ✓ ☾

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Stranger things (coming soon)

Eddie Munson X reader

Like marmite | Summary:  How you and Eddie became secret lovers, after being life long enemies. 18+  ✓ ★ ♡

30 day writing  challenge

Main masterlist.

Summary: Using @creativepromptsforwriting 30 day challenge. I have decided to write the different prompts for different characters. Have edited some of the prompts to fit in more with an x reader insert.

Day 1: First kiss | Sam x reader

Day 2: No dialog | Dean x reader

Day 3: Use the words, kitchen, date and music | Eddie x reader

Day 4: pining | Eddie x reader

Day 5: 100 word drabble

Day 6: blackout

Day 7: Use the words, small town, bar, jukebox

Day 8: Finding a new hobby

Day 9: Heated debate

Day 10: Use the title, promises made, promises kept

Day 11: Dancing

Day 12: Explain readers motivation

Day 13: Write about the last thing the reader brought 

Day 14: Regret

Day 15: Girls night

Day 16: Thank you

Day 17: Car ride

Day 18: Use a song as a title

Day 19:  Write a story about taking the bus and just sitting there till the last station without the need to go anywhere.

Day 20:  Write about someone who lost a lot of weight

Day 21: Angst

Day 22: Use the words hearing aids, park bench and deep conversation in your next story.

Day 23: Dreaming

Day 24: Use the words, crown, dance and smile

Day 25: String lights and polaroid's 

Day 26: Use the title, Like waves in the ocean

Day 27: Write an ending without a beginning

Day 28: Confessions

Day 29: Nicknames

Day 30:  Write about someone getting their first tattoo

Firsts

Day 1: First kiss 

Sam x reader

Summary: Sam and the reader have been dating for a month. But how does their first kiss go? Will it go well, or could it end in chaos? 

a/n: Start of my 30 day challenge! Though lets be real this will take longer than 30 days XD Hope you enjoy, I really enjoyed writing this, just wish I was able to write longer stories, and hopefully one day I’ll build the courage to write a series.

warnings: Firsts, gentle, soft, super fluffy!

word count: 1113

You and Sam had been dating a little over a month. You were taking things slow. You did a weekly date night when you were both free, going out for coffee, walks and movies. It was nice, and it was slow. Just like the two of you wanted. It had taken to the second week of dating for you to build enough courage to slide your hand into his. You remember the feeling, his hand was warm, and calloused, but soft and gentle at the same time. He was gentle, he didn’t clench tight around your hand, but he didn’t leave it limp. It felt awkward and first, and Sam looked like a tomato as your hand touched his, but he smiled slightly. His facial expression communicating how much he loves you, his eyes sparkling with happiness, showing the unspoken words between the two of you.

Currently, the two of you were sat on your sofa, a plush grey coloured thing that had seen better days, but you covered it with a crochet blanket, and it looked like it was new again. Though Sam didn’t care, all that he cared about was being near you, even if you were sat on the other end of the couch, a gap between the two of you.

You’re not sure what movie Sam had put on for this week’s date night. To be honest you weren’t paying attention, instead you were watching your boyfriend. The way he laughs, his lips stretching across his face, white teeth parted as a guttural laugh escaped from his chest, his eyes squinting and crinkling up. The way he bit his soft red lip when the movie amped up, and he waited on the edge of the seat, eyes fixated on the screen.

You took a deep breath, shuffling closer towards him, closing the space. Sam looked at you out the corner of his eye, a small smile gracing his lips. They entranced you, and you found yourself wondering what it would feel like to kiss him. Closing the space, you rested your head on Sam’s shoulder. You were stiff at first, and he froze when he felt your head lower down, resting against him. The most contact you two had, had since first dating.

“Relax y/n” He whispered, moving his head, and placing it on top of yours. You breathed out a sigh of relief, body easing, moulding into him. He was warm, comfortable and you knew you could spend your entire life curled up into the side of the gentle giant. The movie was ending, the credits started to roll, and you snuggled closer into his shoulder, nose in his neck breathing in his scent. He smelt of pine trees, with hints of amber and lavender. He smelt like home. He chuckled, dipping his head slightly and pecking your head. His lips were even softer than you imagined, and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks, embarrassment flooding you, so you tucked your head further into him.

“I’m sorry y/n. I should have asked first” He mumbled in shame, scared that you didn’t like it.

“I liked it” You breathed against his skin, causing a big smile to erupt across his face.

“What was that?” He smirked, having heard you clearly the first time, but wanting to see your face while you said it. You shuffled closer into his neck, breath fanning against his skin again, as you were about to repeat yourself. But his soft hand reached under your chin, lifting your head up, you closed your eyes, face and ears hot with embarrassment. “Open those pretty eyes y/n” He whispered gently.

You opened your eyes looking at him, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “So, what was that?” He continued, smirking a little.

“I liked it” You turned your head away, but he turned it back to look at him. You could see the happy smile spread across his face, his eyes showing all his adoration, his cheeks rosy. Your eyes flicked between his eyes and lips. God, you wanted to know what his lips would feel like on yours, and subconsciously, you poked your tongue out and licked your lips. Sam noticed straight away; you weren’t making anything subtle.

He moved his hand slowly, calculated. Making sure not to startle you, to not scare you away. Hand gently placed on the back of your neck, leaning in. You snapped out of your trance, when you felt his breath on your lips, your heart rate speeding up. Nodding at Sam, giving him permission, you closed your eyes. It felt like years before his lips touched yours.

They were plump. They were delicious, and you wanted more. But he pulled away.

“Are you sure your ok with this” He purred. You nodded, not trusting your voice, eyes fluttering slightly before you initiated the kiss this time, leaning in, placing a hand against his chest to steady yourself. You could feel the beating of his heart, it was fast and energetic, just like yours.

This time as your lips met you pressed a little harder, the gentle kiss was amazing, but you much preferred it this way. Feeling the pressure, as he pressed his lips back into yours. Your lips danced together, like they were made to be. You didn’t have to think about anything, in fact you didn’t think about anything. Your mind was surrounded by Sam, his smell, his touch, his taste.

He slipped his tongue out, tenderly pressing against your lips. You parted them slowly and he hesitantly entered your mouth, tongue exploring, until it met yours. Your tongues danced together, just like your lips did, fighting for dominance, and it wasn’t long until Sam won.

Though all good things must come to an end, and the two of you pulled apart, saliva connecting the two of you, your hand still resting on his chest, which was rising and falling rapidly as the two of you panted, gasping for air. His hand moved from the back of your neck, to play with a strand of your hair. You looked up at him, through your lashes. A beaming smile spreading across your face, Sam’s face like a mirror reflecting your expression.

You shifted around to your knees, putting more weight on his chest, leaning in quickly and pecking his lips. It was quick, lips ghosting against each other barely touching, and you just giggled at the pure happiness that was spread across Sam’s face.

“I’m guessing you liked that” Sam murmured. You smiled brightly, before snuggling back into his side, as he selected another movie. Sometimes the best date nights, were the ones that were spent inside.

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Warmth

Day 5: 100 word Drabble

Dean x gn!reader

Summary: waking up next to Dean

A/n: I know I haven’t posted in ages. Apologies, I’m doing my masters, and it’s incredibly stressful. Hopefully I can write a little more in the next semester. But today, I was bored in a seminar, so you’re welcome 😂

Word count: 101

Waking up next to Dean wasn’t something new. But it was something y/n, looked forward to everyday. The warmth of his toned chest against their back, the way he had his arm lazily thrown across them, pinning them to the bed (Not that they’d ever want to move). The soft little breathes he released as he slept peacefully along side them, the way his nose was peppered with freckles. Everything about waking up next to Dean was dream worthy. They might never be able to have the apple pie life, but to y/n, everything they wanted was right in front of them.

Y/N, to Sam: My life is in the hands of an idiot!

Sam, motioning to himself and Bucky: No no no no no, TWO idiots!

Store Worker: Would Miss Y/N L/N come to the front desk?

Y/N, arriving at the front desk: Hello, is there a problem?

Store Worker: *points to Sam and Bucky*

Store Worker: I believe they belong to you?

Sam and Bucky, simultaneously: We got lost :(

Y/N: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me—