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sam winchester x fem! reader

ᰔ summary: general shy dating hc again!! spoiler; sam is the softest, most patient boyfriend ever. he understands your awkwardness, your shyness, your nervousness—all of it—and he loves you for it.

⤿ warnings: lots of cuteness, emotional moments/support, comfort!! soft boy affection overload, sam being the gentlest giant to ever giant, safe relationship energy that might make you cry, pre-established relationship.

⤿ notes: on the request of the sweet @everythingisaspectrum!! sorry this took so long (╥﹏╥) for anyone worried on the taglist who signed on just for dean, just hit me up and ill make sure to not tag you on any other characters. plus the taglist got an update!!

HE DOES GROCERY SHOPPING IF YOU’RE TOO STRESSED.. But not in a ‘ugh, fine I’ll go’ way. No, this man is walking out the door with a list you scribbled and texting you stuff like “Do you want the strawberry yogurt or the peach? I forgot which one’s your favorite :(“

HAND-HOLDING IS HIS FAVORITE THING EVER.. He knows you’re shy about PDA, so he never forces it, but when you do reach for his hand? Oh, he cherishes it. He’ll squeeze your fingers gently, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles, completely focused on you.

LOVES HEARING YOU TALK ABOUT THE THINGS YOU LOVE.. Even if you’re shy, when you finally start opening up about something you’re passionate about? Sam is so happy. He’ll listen intently, nodding along, asking questions— just completely mesmerized by how cute you look when you get excited.

SAM READS TO YOU.. Like actually, out loud. You’re laying in bed, curled up under a blanket, and he’s got a book in one hand, your hand in the other. He has the most soothing voice ever and every few lines he’ll glance over at you with the softest smile like, “Still with me, sweetheart?”

LOVES IT WHEN YOU GET SLEEPY AND CLINGY.. If you ever get too tired to keep up your usual shyness and just snuggle into him, Sam is in heaven. He’ll wrap you up in his arms, stroking your hair, whispering, “You can fall asleep, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.”

HE KEEPS A LITTLE MENTAL LIST OF THINGS THAT MAKE YOU ANXIOUS.. Crowds, loud places, random new people — he notices and makes plans around it. If you’re ever somewhere you don’t like, he’ll quietly lean over and whisper, “Want to head out, babe?” And if you nod? He’s already guiding you out like a prince in plaid.

HE LEGIT BRAGS ABOUT YOU IN PRIVATE.. Like, if he’s talking to Dean or someone he trusts, he gets this dreamy little smile and is like, “She’s shy, yeah… but she’s got the biggest heart. Smartest girl I’ve ever met.” He’s so down BAD.

WHEN YOU’RE OVERWHELMED, HE GIVES YOU HIS HOODIE.. And i mean, immediately. You’re not even asking, he just sees you getting overwhelmed and wordlessly tugs it off, wraps it around you, and kisses your hair. Now you smell like him and feel safe.

SAM IS OBSESSED WITH YOUR VOICE WHEN YOU TALK JUST TO HIM.. You might be quiet around others, but when it’s just the two of you? When you’re cuddling and whispering things only he gets to hear? He treasures it. He’ll literally say, “I love your voice. It’s like… peaceful.”

HE NOTICES EVERY TINY CHANGE IN YOUR MOOD.. You don’t even have to say anything; he can just tell. He’ll come up behind you, wrap his arms around your waist, rest his chin on your shoulder and softly ask, “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

HE HAS A BABY VOICE, JUST FOR YOU.. Not like silly-baby talk, but that extra soft, affectionate tone that only comes out when he’s holding you close or waking you up in the morning. “C’mon, sweetheart… time to get up. I made your tea.” Like PLEASE he’s your emotional support giant.

HE’S SO GENTLE WHEN YOU’RE UPSET.. If something’s bothering you, he’ll never push you to talk, but he’ll always make sure you know he’s there. He’ll rub slow circles on your back, murmur soothing words, and just be there until you’re ready to open up.

SAM LOVES WHEN YOU PLAY WITH HIS HAIR.. You’re shy about touching him, but the first time you nervously threaded your fingers through his hair? Sam melted. He closed his eyes, leaned into your touch, and let out the softest sigh. Now he begs for it. “C’mere, baby. Just for a minute.”

YOU HAVE A SAFE WORD FOR SOCIAL EXITS.. Sam came up with it. Like if you’re somewhere that’s draining you, all you have to do is say the word (maybe something dumb and cute like ‘moose tracks’) and he’ll immediately get you out, no questions.

HE WRITES YOU NOTES.. Like little sticky notes with stuff like “Drink water today, babe <3” or “I miss you, even if you’re just in the next room” and sticks them where you’ll find them. Your journal, your laptop, the fridge, your pillow, everywhere.

HE FINDS YOUR AWKWARDNESS SO HOT.. Like when you try to be flirty but your voice shakes? Or you avoid eye contact after saying something bold? Sam is grinning so hard. He’ll bite his lip and softly say, “That was really cute. Keep going.” and you’re immediately done for.

IF YOU CRY, HE’S IN FULL ON SOFT MODE.. No panic, no ‘don’t cry’ BS. He just holds you close, rocks you gently, and says stuff like, “Let it out, sweetheart. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” Literal human comfort blanket.

HE NEEDS A KISS BEFORE BED.. Even if it’s just a shy little peck. And if you’re being all bashful and hiding your face under the covers? He’ll laugh softly and coax you out with kisses to your hands. “Don’t hide that pretty face, baby.”

HE BUYS YOU BOOKS THAT REMIND HIM OF YOU.. The titles are always something like “Quiet is Beautiful” or “Loving Someone Soft” or just some cheesy romance novel with a blushing heroine. He always scribbles a note inside like “Saw this and thought of you. You’re my favorite.”

HE LIVES FOR THE LATE NIGHT CONVOS.. You’re in bed, half-asleep, and you whisper something like “do you think the stars look different in heaven?” and this man is suddenly wide awake and in full philosophical mode, holding you and telling you what he thinks while stroking your arm.

HE TOTALLY PICKS UP ON YOUR SOCIAL ANXIETY AND SUBTLY HELPS YOU OUT.. If you’re in a conversation and get flustered, Sam will gently step in without making it obvious. He’ll steer the conversation smoothly so you don’t feel pressured to talk too much, all while giving you reassuring little touches, like a hand on your back.

SAM OFFERS YOU HIS JACKET WITHOUT YOU ASKING.. Cold? You get the jacket. Nervous? You get the jacket. Just existing in the world? Guess what, you’re getting the damn jacket. It’s like a hug from him, and you know he gets a little weak seeing you wrapped up in it.

HE NEVER LETS YOU DOUBT HOW MUCH HE WANTS YOU.. You’re quiet and might have moments of thinking you’re too awkward or not enough. Sam sees it immediately and pulls you into the warmest hug, whispering, “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, sweetheart. Don’t ever think you’re not.”

ADORES THE WAY YOU TUCK YOURSELF INTO HIS SIDE.. Like a little shy koala. If you ever burrow into him, face in his chest, holding onto his flannel? He’s DONE. He’ll just wrap you up and murmur, “God, I love you so much.”

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Reluctant Guardian

I know its been a while and I'm sorry :( of course, if you have any requests, mine are still open and welcome!! Now onto Sammy Winchester!!!

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Sam Winchester x Reader

No pronouns used for Reader

Summary: After Sam gets injured on a hunt alone, Castiel sends a trustworthy angel to heal him. There's a catch though, the reader and Sam seem to butt heads all the time.

Reluctant Guardian

Sam Winchester had been on the trail of a nest of vampires for days. With Dean off handling a haunting in another town, Sam insisted he could manage this one on his own. But now, as he leaned against a tree in the dense forest, clutching his bleeding side, he wasn't so sure.

The vampire lay dead at his feet, its head severed from its body. But the satisfaction of victory was overshadowed by the pain radiating from the deep gash in his side. He needed help, and he needed it fast.

"Castiel," Sam muttered as he fumbled for his phone. He dialed the angel’s number, hoping against hope that his friend would be available.

On the other end, Castiel was in the midst of a heated argument with several other angels. The celestial conflict was growing more intense by the day, leaving him stretched thin.

"Sam?" Castiel's voice came through, strained but concerned.

"Cas, I’m hurt. I need you to heal me," Sam gasped, his vision starting to blur.

"I'm… I'm tied up with something crucial," Castiel replied, glancing around at the other angels. "But I'll get someone to you."

Before Sam could protest, Castiel ended the call and turned to the angel beside him. "I need you to go to Sam. He's hurt."

The angel, you, narrowed your eyes. "Why me? Surely there are others who can—"

"There's no time to argue," Castiel interrupted, his voice stern. "Go now."

You crossed your arms defiantly. "Cas, I am in the middle of handling other pressing matters. Why can't Balthazar or even Uriel take care of this?"

Castiel’s gaze hardened. "Balthazar is dealing with a demon incursion in Europe, and Uriel is… well, Uriel. You're the best option right now."

"Best option, or just the most convenient?" you shot back. "You always do this, Cas. Every time Sam or Dean gets themselves into trouble, I'm the one you call. Why?"

"Because I trust you," Castiel replied, his tone softening but still firm. "And because I know you care, even if you won’t admit it."

You looked away, the truth of his words hitting harder than you wanted to acknowledge. "This isn’t about me caring. It’s about you using me as a crutch for your human friends."

"They’re more than just human friends," Castiel said quietly. "They’re family."

The word 'family' struck a chord. You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "Fine. I’ll go. But this is the last time, Cas."

Castiel gave a small, grateful nod. "Thank you."

With a heavy sigh, you vanished from Castiel's side and appeared in the forest where Sam was barely holding on to consciousness.

"Sam Winchester," you muttered under your breath, annoyed at the task. "Always getting into trouble."

Sam looked up, his eyes widening in surprise. "You’re not Cas."

"No, I’m not," you replied curtly, kneeling beside him. "But I’m here to save your sorry hide, so hold still."

As you placed your hands over his wound, a warm light emanated from your palms, healing the gash almost instantly. Sam winced, then sighed in relief as the pain subsided.

"Thanks," he said, looking at you with a mixture of gratitude and confusion.

"You're welcome," you replied, standing up. "Though I don’t understand why Castiel sends me to you every time you get yourself into trouble."

"Maybe because he knows you’re capable," Sam suggested, standing up slowly. "Or maybe he enjoys seeing us butt heads."

You scoffed. "Or maybe he just enjoys seeing you get under my skin."

Sam, despite his condition, couldn’t help but grin. "It's mutual, you know. You have a knack for pushing my buttons."

"Funny, I was going to say the same thing about you," you shot back, crossing your arms. "Why do you always insist on taking these solo missions? You know you can't handle everything on your own."

"I'm perfectly capable," Sam retorted, the defensive tone in his voice unmistakable. "And I don’t need an angel babysitter."

"Clearly, you do," you said, your voice rising in frustration. "You were about to bleed out here, Sam! Do you have any idea how reckless that is?"

"Reckless?" Sam's eyes flared with anger. "I was handling it. I had it under control."

"You call this under control?" you snapped, gesturing to his bloodstained clothes. "You’re lucky I got here in time."

Sam opened his mouth to argue but then closed it, taking a deep breath. "Look, I appreciate what you did. I do. But you don’t get to lecture me about taking risks. It's part of the job."

"Taking risks is one thing. Getting yourself killed is another," you replied, your tone softening slightly. "I don't enjoy seeing you like this, Sam. I care too much to keep watching you hurt yourself."

There was a stunned silence as the words hung in the air. You immediately regretted letting your true feelings slip, and Sam's eyes widened in surprise.

"You… you care about me?" Sam asked, his voice softening.

You looked away, feeling vulnerable. "I… I didn't mean it like that."

"But you do care," Sam said, stepping closer despite the lingering pain. "I didn’t know."

"Well, now you do," you replied curtly, trying to regain your composure. "Just… try to stay out of trouble, okay?"

Sam hesitated, then took a deep breath. "You know, you're not the only one who cares."

You blinked, taken aback. "What?"

"I care about you too," Sam confessed, his voice steady. "Probably more than I should. And it's not just because you save my life. It's because you're there, even when we argue, even when things get tough. You're there."

You stared at him, feeling a mix of emotions. "Sam…"

"Look, I'm not saying it's easy," Sam continued, his eyes locked on yours. "But I think there's something here, between us. Something worth fighting for."

You felt your defenses crumbling. "I… I never thought you felt that way."

"Well, I do," Sam said softly. "And I think maybe, just maybe, we can figure this out together."

For a moment, you both stood there, the forest around you silent. Then you nodded, a small smile forming on your lips. "Okay. Let's try."

Sam smiled back, relief and hope evident in his eyes. "Yeah. Let's."

You nodded curtly before vanishing, leaving Sam alone in the forest once more. As he started making his way back to the motel, he couldn't help but feel that despite the friction, a deeper connection had been forged between the two of you—a reluctant but undeniable bond that might just be the beginning of something more.

Christmas Tides

i have an early Christmas present for you!!

Sam Winchester X Reader

No Pronouns used!!

Summary: Sam Winchester surprises the reader with a heartfelt gift and invites them to share a quiet and cozy night together away from hunting. The two exchange stories, laughter, and meaningful glances. As snow falls outside, they find a moment of respite and connection, sealed with a sweet kiss under the mistletoe.

Christmas Tides

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the bunker, not a creature was stirring, not even a monster. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there.

Sam Winchester was nestled all snug in his bed, visions of hunts dancing in his head. You, his favorite partner in all things supernatural, were in the room next door, dreaming of a peaceful Christmas and maybe a little more.

The Winchesters had faced many dangers and foes, but tonight they were taking a break from hunting those crows. The Impala was parked, the weapons were stashed, as the brothers settled in for a much-needed rest.

As the clock struck midnight, a soft knock on your door woke you from sleep. You opened it slowly, wondering who it could be. To your surprise, there stood Sam, a small smile on his face, holding a cup of hot cocoa, a gift wrapped with grace.

"Hey," he whispered, his hazel eyes warm, "I thought we could enjoy a quiet night, just you and me, away from the monsters and the things we can't see."

You grinned in response, inviting him in. The room was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from the Christmas tree's shimmering bin. Sam handed you the cocoa, its warmth seeping through the cup. You took a sip, the rich flavor lifting your spirits up.

"I got you a little something," he confessed, handing over the gift with a bashful smile. You unwrapped it carefully, finding a pendant with a charm—a tiny silver angel, a token of his charm.

"It's beautiful," you said, touched by the gesture. Sam blushed, his cheeks turning a shade of rosy red. The room was filled with a warm, cozy glow, as the two of you sat side by side on the bed.

The conversation flowed like a gentle stream, tales of Christmases past and dreams that did gleam. Sam's laughter echoed through the room, a sound that chased away any hint of gloom. You shared stories and exchanged glances, creating memories that time enhances.

Outside, snow began to fall, a soft blanket covering the ground, muffling the world's sound. The two of you watched the flakes dance, a moment of peace, a sweet romance. In that quiet night, under the Christmas light, something shifted, a connection so right.

As the clock struck two, you exchanged goodnights, knowing that tomorrow brought new fights. Yet, for now, in this silent night, Sam Winchester and you found a moment of respite. Underneath the mistletoe, he pressed a gentle kiss, sealing the night with a promise of bliss.

So, in the bunker, where dangers reside, love blossomed during the Christmas tide. Sam and you, a duo so true, faced the darkness with hearts anew.

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i just love him so much 🥺

Therapist: Mr.Winchester, your life isnt a movie.

Sam: i hope its a short film

Therapist: ....

WHAT DATING SAM WOULD INCLUFE

•He would be really affectionate

•Neck and forehead kisses all the time

•Dean would usually tell the two of you to get a room

•Holding hands

•Running your hands through his hair and vice versa

•Sharing a bed with him (obviously)

•Listening to music with him, especially Celine Dion, since she's his favorite singer

•Going on hunts with him and Dean, even though Sam argued with you on that topic, saying you should stay in the bunker where it's safer for you

•Sam always reminding you how short you are compared to him and always teasing you about it

•Patching him up after every hunt

•Piggy rides :))

•Peppering him with kisses all over his body before going to bed

•When he wakes up every morning, he stays in bed a few more minutes just to stare at your sleeping silhouette and admire your face

•Researching with him in the library, but not actually doing it because both of you get distracted

•It would usually end up with you and Sam making out in the library, sometimes even fucking

•Him being kinkier than you thought

•Kissing you everywhere, and I mean everywhere 😳

•Whenever he felt down or had a problem he always came to your aid

•Both of you being open up to talk about anything and everything

•And that's why he loves you

•He loves you because he knows you understand him

•He knows he can trust you

•He knows he can count on you

•He loves you for your cleverness

•For your looks, he doesn't care if you are fat or slim, he'll love you no matter what

•And that makes you the perfect couple

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Little Lady

Summary: Sam making fun of you for being shorter than him

Warnings: none

Pairing: Sam Winchester × reaader

You were strolling around the bunker looking for the shelf that usually held the tomato sauce. You were making pasta and desperately needed something to top your spaghetti with. When you finally found the shelf, you reached for the jar with the sauce.

But there was a problem. You were too short to actually take it from there. You started calling out for Sam, since he was tall enough. He just had to hold out his hand and grab the sauce from the top of the shelf. So you called out his name.

He came running into the kitchen holding a gun and pure worry could be seen on his face. Only when he saw you standing next to the shelf, he realized you weren't in any kind of danger.

"So this is why I had to come?" he asked with an amused look. He walked next to you and you puffed in annoyance. He would usually tease you for your height but he wouldn't offend you.

"Yes. Now can you please give it to me? I made pasta and I really need the sauce." you pleaded with an irritated tone.

"Sure, short stuff, anything for my little lady." he answered, with a somehow pleased look. He had a big, goofy smirk and you just wanted to punch it off his perfect but stupid face.

"Well, if I am a 'little lady' than you are a moose." you replied proudly.

"Your moose" he said, looking down at you.

"My moose." you said while standing on your tip toes to give Sam a sweet but passionate kiss.

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Secrets Suck, Man

Sam Winchester x fem!reader

With Dean being heavily against the idea of dating while on the job, Sam and you figure out secret ways to be together without Dean knowing. Except, here’s the thing, he already knows.

Angst, fluff, cute stuff with Sam. Takes place during Season 12.

Third Person Pov

"Sam, how many times do I need to tell ya that it's a bad idea. Hunters don't get a normal life and if they did, they ain't hunters no more." Dean lectured Sam who sat in the passenger seat of their 1967 Chevrolet Impala.

"Dean, all I'm saying is maybe it's not a bad idea to be with a hunter. At least you both understand the life and the risks." Sam pleated with Dean trying to get him to see his point of view on the situation.

"Dude, you really want to watch the person you love die because you were busy saving someone else?" Dean asks seriously.

"No, I wouldn't want that even if I wasn't a hunter, Dean. But at some point, I think it's okay as long as both parties understand the risk." Sam spoke with coming off harsher than before.

"Drop it, you know my thoughts on it Sam. It's not a good idea." Dean jabbed back as he turned up the radio to some 80's rock song.

"Fine." Sam sighed in defeat knowing that his plan to try to tell Dean that he already had a girlfriend and that person happened to be you.

Two hours later...

Sam and Dean made their way into the bunker where you were. Sam saw you and gave you a quick, but loving smile. While you waited on them to return, you read the same lore books hoping to find something new in them only to be disappointed again. You smiled back at him making sure that Dean didn't notice you looking at Sam. Speaking of Dean he said a quick hello and sat down on the chair in front of you kicking his muddy boots up on the table.

"Hey, I'm glad your back and everything Dean, but take your shoes off the table please." You asked him rolling your eyes.

"Whatever, did you find anything in the lore about Nephilim" He questioned doing what you asked.

"Same as before, I still only know what I've read for the millionth time and Cass's knowledge." you sighed rubbing your hand around your sore neck. This caught Sam's attention and he made a mental note to himself to help you out later.

"Don't worry we'll figure it out, we've just got to keep looking." Sam reassured putting his hand on your shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"Yeah, don't worry about it Y/n, we've dealt with worse and won." Dean butted in.

"Yeah, I think the apocalypse and the darkness are a lot worse than this by far. I'd still rather deal with a nest of vamps than this though." You half joked.

"You and me both." Dean sighed getting up out of his seat and walking towards the hallway. "I'm gonna take a much-needed shower see you guys at dinner." Dean spoke walking away to the showers.

As soon as he was gone you rushed towards Sam and gave him a hug. Breathing him in and feeling his body against yours invited instant comfort and happiness to your stressed-out body and mind. And to Sam, he found the same comfort as his arms immediately wrapped around you as he placed his left check on the top of your head. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes allowing himself to be in the moment with you and forget all of the shit that is piled on them once again. He loved you and even having a little time alone was worth the world to him. After some time of just being there with him, your curiosity became too much and the elephant in the room needed to be addressed.

"Baby, what did Dean say?" You asked him raising your head while still holding Sam in your arms. He looked at you with a sad but loving gaze as you waited on his response.

"Same thing as before, he's against it." Sam sighed sadly. "But I don't care he can just deal with it. Secrets suck and I'm tired of keeping our feelings for one another away from Dean. I mean even Cass knows." Sam spoke trying to convince you.

"Yeah, I get that, I just really don't want an angry Dean top of the shit pile that we already have. I really want to tell him, don't get me wrong, I'm just scared to see how he'll react. Hell, I'd rather face Amara again than tell Dean, but I think it's important that we do." You pleaded with him trying to get him to see your point of view.

"Baby, if Dean gets mad that's on him. We are both adults and I think it'll be okay. I know your nervous, but trust me Dean at his core is a really big softie." He reassured rubbing your arms up and down.

"I still feel weird about it, but I think I'm just scared of his reaction, mostly." You whispered putting your forehead on the center of his chest.

"We don't need to tell him right now, we can wait as long as you need." Sam

“Thank you Sammy, that means a lot.” You say smiling at his sweetness.

Just as you two were about to break your hugs out comes Dean wearing his grey robe with an annoyed expression on his face. You were nervous and could tell that had whenever was wrong was serious.

“Dammit, If you two are gonna be together be fucking careful because this life ain’t pretty for us. I’ll support it if you guys do that. I guess some of us should have something good in this shit show.” Dean quickly said before a leaking away. As he did he did a double take. “And you two need to get better at whispering because I could hear everything.” He said annoyed as he walked away.

You both stood there dumbfounded at what just happened. You looked at each other and laughed at the situation. Sam then leaned down and captured your lips into a soft and sweet kiss. He broke the kiss giving you another big smile as he chuckled.

“Well I guess the secrets out.” Sam joked

“Yeah, and by what he said I guess he’s known for awhile now.” You say letting out a deep breath hugging Sam closer relieved that you don’t need to hide out of fear.

“Yeah, I’m just glad that with all of the shit that’s been happening that I still have you by my side. And no matter what I’ll be there for you.” He reassured

“Aww Sammy me too, I love you. And Dean’s right we should be careful about all of this.” You told Sammy nearly sounding like Dean.

“You’re right about that. And Deans right about another thing too. That it’s good that we’ve found happiness in this shit show.” Sam smiled.

“Yeah, we really did. I love you Sammy Winchester.” You proclaimed

“I love you too Y/n L/n.” Sam responded hugging you tighter.

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Request: hi darling! i have a request. sam winchester x petite female readershe’s always kinda trailing behind him, latching onto him when she’s scared, asking him questions. one day he gets really frustrated and raises his voice at her, she gets very frightened and flinches, he stomps away and eventually goes to apologize. it ends up with her saying “i’ve always felt same around you but you really scared me sam” and ends in fluff By: @sizekinkshawty I hope you enjoy(:

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Petite fem!reader

Summary: Y/N has always felt safe around the younger Winchester. That is, until he snaps at her for asking a question he didn’t like all too well. This leads to admitting some unsaid feelings towards each other.

Warning(s): Angst, language, Sam being a scary giant teddy bear for like- five seconds, a little bit of fluff

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The Winchester brothers saved you a couple of years ago, right around the time all of the Leviathan’s were walking around the earth after getting loose from purgatory. They figured you weren’t going to be safe on your own, and due to the fact that you had no family, they took you under their wing and let you ride along with them. But they never once allowed you to join them on the cases they worked. You were always left in the motel room they’d check into for a couple of nights, making sure that everything was safe from all of the supernatural entities that could possibly want you dead; the brothers salted the windows and the base of the motel door, and they set not just one, but multiple demon traps, blocking any kind of evil spirit or demon from entering. 

They even set up traps for Leviathans, and gave you a gun full of silver bullets for any shapeshifter that walked right in. Sam and Dean knew that it was probably a little too much, what they were doing to go out of their way to protect you. But they couldn’t take any risks. At least then they’d know that you were safe. Of course, all of that changed when you all found out about the bunker. In fact, they eased up on it, because they knew now you being here alone was going to be safe. Well, at least one of them knew.

Over the last couple of years, you’ve found yourself growing attached to the younger Winchester. Because even though his older brother stopped going all out on making sure you were protected, he never did. He just wasn’t as much of a pest as he used to be about it. Every now and then, he’d ask if you were doing okay, reassuring you that he was just in the next room over if you needed anything- you always found comfort in knowing that he chose the room right next to yours just for the sole purpose of you knowing you could rush right over whenever you got scared. He even made sure to call and check up on you whenever he and his brother were on a case that had them out of the bunker for a few days.

Because of this, you took it upon yourself to cling onto him every time something terrified you. He didn’t mind it, of course. He never minded being the one to protect you. You were so small and fragile, it always had him afraid that something, or someone could easily snap you like a twig. What really started getting to him, though, was when you began following him around like a lost puppy while he did research, asking questions about what weapons killed what monster. You also wondered what kind of creatures they’ve defeated in the past before you came into their lives. 

Sam, being the nicest one out of both him and his brother, didn't say anything, but answered all of the questions you had to ease your mind. But when he finally found himself coming undone, it happened to be the day when you asked about joining them along for a case, just to see how it'd go. He wasn't able to stop the laugh that escaped past his lips, before he answered with a flat out, no. 

"Why not?" You questioned him. "I know everything I need to, and I'd be safe-"

The sound of a hardcover book roughly slamming against the top of the library table cut you off, making you flinch; Sam had thrown the book he was planning on reading for research down out of pure frustration. He never meant to, hell, he didn't even realize what he was doing until it was too late. "Dammit, Y/N, I said no!" He screamed at you. You felt like a little puppy cowering back in fear, with its tail in between its legs and a whimper coming from them. "No means no, why can't you get that through your fucking head?! You've been asking me so many questions these past few days, it's actually driving me insane. Now I've got a question for you- can you leave me the hell alone?!"

He didn’t realize how much damage yelling at you was going to do until he had actually done it. At first, it took him a minute to process what he had actually done, but then he saw your face and the way your expression had fallen into a terrified one, your eyes glossing over with tears. With a guilty conscience, the younger Winchester opened up his mouth to speak, but he didn't know what to say to make it all better. And to make matters worse, the deep voice of his older brother coming from behind had him freezing up in place.

"Y/N, why don't you go to your room?" It came out as a question, but you knew that Dean was giving you an order. You could see the disappointment etching his facial features. But he wasn't upset with you, he was upset with his little brother. You bit down onto your bottom lip, before doing what he asked and walking away, leaving him alone to talk to Sam. "What the hell, man? You know better than to yell at her."

“I know, I know I do.” Sam said, letting out a sigh as he pulled out a chair from the table and took a seat. He propped his elbow up on the top and ran a hand down his face. “It’s just- she’s been asking so many questions these last couple of weeks and I-”

“And what?” Dean cut his little brother off, “You thought that was a good enough reason for you to yell at her the way you did? We want her to know that she’s safe, Sam. But that can’t happen if you’re throwing books around and being a complete asshole.”

“You obviously didn’t hear what she had to ask today.” The younger Winchester mumbled, Dean raised a brow in curiosity, wondering what it was that sent the man off the edge. “She asked about hunting, if she could come on a hunt with us. I told her no, but she just wouldn’t take it for an answer and I-” His words cut off when he found himself getting choked up, his eyes stinging with tears that he had to blink back just so they wouldn’t escape. “I just snapped.”

The older Winchester examined his brother’s facial expressions carefully, and it didn’t take long for him to realize why he was getting so emotional. Sam was always afraid of people getting hurt around him, but he’s never once shed a tear unless it was for another reason altogether. “You like her, don’t you?” Sam didn’t say a single word. But he didn’t have to. All he needed to do was drag his gaze elsewhere for the older man to know. “Now I get it.”

“What do I do?” Sam asked his brother.

“You already know what to do, you’ve got to apologize.” Dean pointed out. He began making his way out of the library, but before he did, he stopped in his tracks, turning to face his little brother. “And if it makes you feel any better, as crappy as I am when it comes to romance, I know that she likes you too.”

Sam watched as the older man walked away this time, leaving him in a rather confused state of mind after hearing what he had to say. There was no way you liked him, how could a girl like you like a guy like him? Whether or not that was the truth, though. He knew that his brother was right about one thing- he had to apologize to you.

~~~

The younger Winchester was standing out in the hall in front of your bedroom door, hesitant on just reaching out a hand and knocking on it. He's been there for ten minutes, and the guilt that was sitting in the pit of his stomach was just getting worse when he could hear you crying. And it was at this moment that he was going to be beating himself up over what he had done to you for months. 

Letting out a quiet sigh, he finally knocked on your door. But his lips fell into a frown when he heard you speak, "If you're Sam, don't come in." You said, your voice coming out broken.

He raised his hands in a surrendering motion, as if you were standing right in front of him. "Okay, then I won't come in." He said. "I'll just stay out here." With that being said, he sat himself down on the floor and leaned his backside up against your door. "Y/N, I'm sorry.. I never should've yelled at you like that. I didn't want to, either."

"Then why did you?" You asked, speaking loud enough for him to hear.

"It's just- you've been asking so many questions. And I know, that's not a justifiable reason, but then you asked about going on a hunt with Dean and I.." Sam let out a soft sigh. "Not only was I frustrated when you didn't listen after I said no, but I was also panicked.”

For a moment, he thought that he could hear the shuffling of feet across the floor on the other side of your bedroom door, but then it all fell silent. Either you had moved closer to listen to what he had to say with much more interest, or he was going crazy. But he eventually got his answer when you spoke up again, wondering why he was so panicked. You sounded much closer than you did before. "Everyone I've ever loved or cared for in a certain way has ended up dead. I didn't want you to end up just like them." He explained to you. "I like you, Y/N/N. And as of lately, knowing that you’re safe is the only thing that keeps me sane."

A few moments of silence lingered in the air, and just when the younger Winchester thought he had ruined his friendship with you for good, he found himself nearly falling backwards when you opened up the door without warning. After managing to catch himself, though, he got himself up to his feet and just stood in front of you, his gaze locked onto yours as you looked right back at him. “You really scared me today, and normally I always feel safe around you.” You said. You watched as his face fell into a saddened expression, he nodded and glanced down at the ground, avoiding your gaze until he heard what you said next. “I still do. And honestly, I think it’s because of how much I like you, too.”

Sam’s lips stretched into the widest smile you’ve ever seen on him. And before you knew it, he was stepping forward, and bringing you into a tight embrace. He’s hugged you many times before, but it’s never been anything like this. This time, he was breathing in your scent as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck as your arms wrapped around his own. You never knew that just a pair of arms could make you feel so protected and loved, you never knew that just a pair of arms could feel like home. 

~~~

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You're in Supernatural.

You're dating Sam.

It's the Frontierland episode and-

He's complaining after Dean gets him to dress like a cowboy, saying that it's stupid.

And then you say,

"I actually have a thing for cowboys."

Sam freezes up, he can't find any words at the moment, he's sweating, and he's trying his very best to not blush, but he fails.

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"Suddenly, I don't mind dressin' like this."

(1.2) Wendigo: Part two

“The woods can be a dangerous place”

Pairing: Eventual Dean x Reader

Warning(s): Violence, angst.

Summary: Y/N and the boys follow the coordinates in John’s journal and land in Colorado, where they investigate the disappearance of several campers. Meanwhile, Y/N struggles with the nightmares of her parent’s death.

Word count: 3,902

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The next morning, the three of you loaded up the Impala and headed to the woods to search for Hailey’s brother. You haven’t spoken to Dean after your little outburst, no matter how many times he tried to talk to you. He even offered you a coffee before you and the brothers hit the road, considering how tired you were, but you didn’t take it, only kept your arms crossed over your chest and looked away from the man.

You watched as the view of Hailey and her little brother were getting bigger. An unfamiliar man was standing off to the side with a gun in his hands. You suspected it was Roy, the man that Hailey hired to help them navigate through the woods.

The Impala stopped as Dean turned off the engine, you opened your door with your backpack in your hands before stepping onto the dirt path. Your eyes landed on Hailey, looking surprised to see the three of you. “You got room for three more?” Dean called, heading up to the group.

“You want to come with us?” She asked.

“Who are these guys?” Roy eyed the three of you with suspicion.

“Apparently, this is all the park service could muster up.” Hailey remarked, turning her head to look at Roy.

You rolled your eyes at the attitude she had. Following behind Sam, you smiled at Ben and tried to ignore the small banter going back and forth between Hailey and Dean.

“Oh, you think this is funny?” Roy asked in a serious tone, jumping into the conversation. You turned your head to look at the man. “It’s dangerous back country out there. Her brother might be hurt.”

“Believe me, I know how dangerous it can be.” Dean explained. “We just want to them find their brother. That’s all.”

The six of you headed into the woods without another wood. You had missed the sounds of your feet crunching against the dead leaves, or the sounds of the birds chirping as they flew by above you. It was almost like you were heading to the campsite you were about to stay at with your parents, but instead of them, it was with the Winchester brother’s and three other people you hardly knew. And we were hunting down a creature none of us knew. You took a deep breath, and stopped in your tracks for a moment as you looked around the woods. You weren’t alone in this, but a big part of you felt like all you had was yourself.

“Getting tired already?” Roy asked from the front, you looked up to see him giving you a glare from how you randomly stopped.

You rolled your eyes and let out a scoff as you started walking again. “No, I’m not tired, there’s just.. a lot of memories running through my mind right now.” You told him, a small smile stretched across your lips.

“Memories of what?” He curiously asked as you two walked side by side.

“My parents took me camping a lot when I was younger every summer.” You admitted to him. “It was my favorite thing to do with them, I haven’t been out in the woods since they passed away because it was going to be the same.”

Roy’s expression softened at what you had told him. “I’m sorry, how did your parents die may I ask?”

You opened your mouth to say something, but before you could speak, Dean changed the subject, thinking it would’ve been hard for you to recall the memory of your parents dying. “So Roy- you said you did a little hunting?” He asked, stepping in between the two of you.

“Yeah. More than a little.” He answered, his tone now sounding bored.

“Uh-huh,” Dean nodded, looking down at the ground to see where he was going. “What kind of furry creatures do you hunt?”

“Mostly buck. Sometimes bear.” He answered, stopping as he observed around the place.

“Tell me, uh, Bambi or Yogi ever hunt you back?” Dean questioned, walking a little bit further up from everyone as he looked around. You bit back a laugh.

Roy grabbed Dean by the back of his collar and roughly yanked him back. Everyone stopped and looked, you clenched your jaw, waiting for something to happen. “What you doing, Roy?” Dean asked, his tone dropping lower.

Roy let go of him, grabbing a stick and hitting it to the ground, making a bear trap go off. He looked at Dean and smirked, “You should watch where you’re stepping…Ranger.” He muttered before walking off at his own pace.

Dean stood there, staring down at the trap. “It’s a bear trap,” He chuckled out nervously.

You rolled your eyes and stood next to Sam for a few seconds, he was staring down at the trap like something was off putting about it. You gave him a worried glanced, he just shook his head and began walking again to catch up with the rest of the gang. You followed behind and fell last in line, which you didn’t mind.

After another few minutes of walking, Hailey spoke up. “You didn’t pack any provisions.” She tried to walk faster to catch up with him. “You guys are carrying a duffel bag. You’re not rangers, so who the Hell are you?” She yanked Dean by his arm to stop and turn him around.

Sam and you stopped behind as Dean glanced at both of you, wondering if he should speak the truth. You sighed and walked up to Dean, you leaned over and whispered. “Let me talk to her, go ahead with the rest of them.” You said as you stared into his eyes. He gave you a confused look. “Go off and do what you came here to do.” You warned, giving him a soft smile. He sighed and nodded his head over to his brother, you watched as the two of them walked off.

“Sam and Dean are brothers, I’m their best friend.. I guess.” You explained, sighing to yourself. “They’re looking for their dad, and for some reason they think he might be here, but they don’t know that for sure. Look…Dean thought since he was in the same boat as you, he wanted to help.”

“Why didn’t he tell me from the start?” Hailey asked, you wanted to laugh.

“He’s not very honest, I guess. I bumped into them again a couple of weeks ago after a few years, I’m just now figuring out who they are.” You admitted, smiling at her. She tried to smile, but all she was turn away to look at something in the distance. “Look, if it makes you feel any better, I have a feeling we’re getting closer to finding your brother. He’s out there somewhere, alive. We just need to stick together and find him before it’s too late, okay?”

She was quiet for a few seconds before looking at you and nodded her head. “Okay, let’s head back.”

~~~

Through the miles of trees and plants, you began to see an opening through the almost human sized weeds as pushed them away and walked up to the group that sopped. “This is it- Black Water Ridge,” Roy explained, stepping out of the way so everyone could walk ahead.

“What coordinates are we at?” Sam asked, walking first as he looked around the place.

Roy pulled out his GPS, punching on a few buttons.“35 minus 111.”

Dean stepped up to his brother and you. “You hear that?” He muttered, you listened quietly around you. But there was nothing but silence.

“Yeah,” Sam whispered. “Not even crickets.”

“I’m going to take a look around.” Roy announced, tucking his device away as he observed the scenery.

Sam, being the overprotective one, spoke up. “You shouldn’t go alone.” He suggested, turning his head to look at the older man.

Roy chuckled to himself. “That’s sweet,” He replied as he began walking over to the three of you. “Don’t worry about me.” He slid between the two boys and headed off.

The five of you were now alone, you all slowly grouped together as Dean stepped up and looked at all of you. “All right, everybody stays together.” He says, “Let’s go.”

Everyone was about to start, until Roy’s voice boomed through the air causing all heads to turn to where the sound was coming from. “Hailey! Over here!” She took off, which caused a ripple effect, everyone went after her. All of you ran for a minute until she stopped dead in tracks, her eyes growing at what she saw. It was something that you didn’t want to see on this entire trip. Tommy’s camping sight. Or what was left of it.

Everything looked like it was ripped apart, nothing was left untouched from what attacked the place. You saw that the tent was slashed apart and barely standing. Different objects laid sprawled across the ground with the same pattern on the tents, everything looked like something had taken their claws and slashed it to bits. When your eyes landed on a pile of blood on top of the tent, your stomach twisted into knots.

“Looks like a grizzly.” Someone muttered, but you couldn’t hear them, you were too busy looking around the place with horror.

“Tommy?” Hailey called out, stepping around the place. She unclasped her backpack and dropped it onto the ground, before bolting off and calling her brother’s name again.

Sam quickly ran up to her and tried to quiet her down, he looked around the place as she questioned why. “Something might still be out there.” He whispered, cautiously observing the woods around you.

“Sam, Y/N.” You heard Dean call your name from somewhere else.

The both of you excused yourself before finding Dean crouched down over something. You walked over and got down on your knees, your eyes observed what looked to be the kind of long marks. “The bodies were dragged from the camp sight.” He said, looking at the two of you. “But here, the tracks just vanish. It’s weird.” The three of you stood back up as you looked around again.

“I’ll take a guess, it’s not a skin walker or a black dog?” You asked, looking back at Dean. He just nodded his head and walked back to the rest of the group with Sam following behind, leaving you alone.

You looked at the tracks again, before turning your head up and looking up at the trees surrounding you. You walked around the forest and started examining each tree, anything out of the ordinary. You were farther away from the camp sight than you intended, but you found something you were looking for.

Turning your head up, you saw a handful of trees marked with claw marks. It looked like someone had done it with a bloody hand. Like something you would expect from a monster that drags their bloody pray away.

“Help! Somebody help me!”

In the distance, you heard the sound of someone shouting deep into the woods, but not far enough from where you were. You rushed back to the camp sight as fast as you could and called out for the brothers when you could see that no one was in sight

Your heart raced in fear when you could hear the sounds of leaves rustling, but you quickly let out a sigh of relief when you saw everyone emerging back to the camp site. It took a few moments to realize all of your gear and belongings suddenly had vanished. Sam and Dean darted around, looking for the thing that could have taken it, but the woods around you appeared to be empty.

“Our packs!” Hailey noticed, her eyes wandering around the place to see where they went. But there was nothing to see except the vandalized belongings you found earlier.

Roy wandered around until he stopped at a certain spot and crouched down on the ground. “So much for my GPS and satellite phone.” He muttered to himself.

“What the Hell is going on?” Hailey questioned, looking over at Sam.

Sam looked around, he shook his head. “It’s smart. It wants to cut us off so we can’t call for help.”

“You mean someone- some nut job out there just stole our gear.” Roy wondered, curiously turning his head around to see if he could find the culprit.

When you realized what might’ve been going on, you headed over to the brothers. “I need to speak with you…in private.” You whispered to them, nodding your head to another part of the woods.

“What’s going on, Y/N?” Sam asked you, wondering why you had brought them to a different part of the woods.

“I have a feeling I know what this thing is, Dean, let me see your dad’s journal so we can figure out how to kill this thing.” You demanded. Dean opened his jacket and pulled out the journal, as you pulled out your own journal from your back pocket, it was something the Halliwell’s had gifted to you, giving you information of all of the things they had dealt with, what exactly they were and how to stop them. You flipped through a few pages of the book until you found what you were looking for, before grabbing a hold of the journal Dean was handing over to you and flipping through it until you came across the same thing. "All right. Check that out.” You turned the book so Sam and Dean could see what you presumed the creature was.

“Oh, come on.” Dean muttered, taking the journal and shaking his head at the findings. “Wendigos are in the Minnesota woods or northern Michigan. I’ve never heard of one this far west.”

“Think about it Dean- the claws, the way it can mimic a human voice.” You informed, looking around at the woods. “The hunters I was staying with have dealt with this kind of creature before.”

Sam nodded his head at the information you were feeding to both of the brothers, knowing that you were right on this one. “She’s right, Dean.” He agreed with you. “It all adds up.”

His brother mumbled something underneath his breath as he rolled his eyes, he held up his gun and sighed. “Well, then this is useless.” He muttered to himself.

You sighed and walked away, before you did, you turned around and said what’s been burning in the back of you mind. “We got to get these people to safety.” You informed before heading back to the sight to talk to the group.

“All right listen up. It’s time to go.” You declared, walking up to Roy. “Things have gotten more complicated.”

“What?” Hailey hissed out, but you ignored her.

Roy chuckled, he looked at you and smiled. “Whatever out there, I’m think I can handle it.” He stated, turning his back and began to do something else.

“If you shoot this thing, you’re going to make it mad.” You warned, looking at Roy. “We have to leave now.”

“One, you’re talking nonsense, two, you’re in no position to be give anybody orders..” Roy’s voice was getting louder with anger.

You clenched your jaw and pulled back your anger from hurting the man. “We should have never let you come out here in the first place. I’m trying to protect you.”

“You protect me?” Roy slowly stepped forward, his voice was becoming harsher. “I was hunting in these woods when your mommy was still kissing you goodnight.”

“It’s a damn-near-perfect hunter,” You stated, staring Roy straight in the eyes. “It’s smarter than you. And it’s gonna hunt you down and eat you alive unless we get your stupid sorry ass out of here.”

Roy just laughed, pushing you back roughly. “You know you’re crazy, right?”

“Yeah?” You questioned, your tone was becoming lower with anger. “You ever hunt-”

Before you could finish your sentence, Dean was pulling you back so you couldn’t lunge at Roy. He didn’t like the fact that the man put his hands on you the way he did, and he sure as hell didn’t want the situation to become worse. “Sweetheart, you gotta chill out.” He warned.

“Stop it. Just everybody stop it.” Hailey shouted, stepping forward. “Look, Tommy might still be alive. And I’m not leaving without him.”

It was quiet for a few moments between the group, Dean looked around. “It’s getting late.” He observed the sky before looking at everyone. “This thing is a good hunter in the day, but an unbelievable hunter at night. We’ll never beat it- not in the dark.” He stated, he paused for a few moments. “We need to settle in and protect ourselves.” He said before walking a few steps and getting prepared for the night ahead.

~~~

Night fell quicker than expected, a fire crackled behind you as Dean sketched a symbol in the dirt with a stick he found on the ground before heading back to the group that was circled around the fire.

“One more time. That’s a-” Hailey asked, watching as he went to another spot and did the same drawing in the dirt.

“Anasazi symbols. It’s for protection.” Dean explained. “The Windigo can’t cross over them.”

Roy watched over Dean as he stood there with his gun perched on his shoulder. Laughter erupted from him, “Nobody like a skeptic boy.” Dean said, looking up at the man. He just gave a glare to the man and dropped the stick.

Dean stood back up and walked over to his brother. You were a little further away, using your own little flashlight to help you read over your journal, giving the brothers a little bit of privacy as they talked. Sam sat there in his thoughts, and if he did that for too long, he would get himself worked up. Dean sat down and looked over at his brother. “You want to tell me what’s going on in that freaking head of yours?”

Sam didn’t break his concentration from the ground. “Dean…” He warned, putting his hand up to mumble a lie, but he was quick to catch on.

“No, you’re not fine.” Dean said, “You’re like a powder keg, man. It’s not like you. I’m supposed to be the belligerent one, remember?” He tried to joke, but his brother just kept quiet.

“Dad’s not here.” Sam muttered, not bothering to look up. “I mean, that much we know for sure, right? He would have left us a message, a sign, right?”

“Yeah, you’re probably right….To tell you the truth,” He confessed. “I don’t think Dad’s ever been to Lost Creek.”

Both of them looked up at each other. “Then let’s get these people back to town, and let’s hit the road…find Dad. I mean, why are we still even here?” He threw a stick he was holding in anger, sighing to himself in frustration.

Dean stood up and walked over so he was crouched down at eye level to Sam. He pulled out the journal and tapped his top hand against the leather. “This is why…this book.” He explained, his finger tapping against it. “This is Dad’s most single most valuable possession. Everything he knows about evil thing is in here. And he passed it on to the three of us. I think he wants us to pick up where he left off- you know, saving people, hunting things….the family business.”

Sam was quiet, trying to make sense of what came out of his brother’s mouth mouth. He shook his head and looked down at the ground. “That makes no sense.” He said, rubbing his face with his hands. “Why- Why doesn’t he just call us? Why doesn’t he just tell us what he wants, tell us where he is?”

Dean shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know.” He admitted, “But the way I see it, Dad’s given us a job to do, and I intend to do it.”

Sam looked at his brother. “Dean…” He whispered, shaking his head. “No. I gotta find Dad. I gotta find Jessica’s killer. And we also have to find the demon that’s after Y/N before it’s too late.” He looked over to you, you seemed so content as you read over the journal you had of your own. “it’s the only thing I’ve been thinking about.”

“Okay. All right. Sam, we’ll find them. I promise.” Dean consoled his brother. “Listen to me. You’ve got to prepare yourself. I mean, this search for Dad could take a while. And all that anger,” He softly pushed his brother. “You can’t keep it burning over the long haul. It’s going to kill you. You’ve got to have patience, man.”

Sam shook his head, looking at Dean. “How do you do it?” He asked, letting out a chuckle. “How does Dad do it?”

“Well, for one, them.” Dean nudged his head to the side. “I mean, I figured our family’s so screwed to Hell, maybe we can help some others. It makes things a little more bearable.” The two of them focused on Hailey and Ben, who were sitting at the fire, trying to keep each others mind occupied.

“And I’ll tell you what else helps. Killing as many evil sons of bitches I can.” He added, smirking when he saw his brother smile softly. “And I promise you we are going to find the demon that’s after Y/N. I’m not going to let anything to happen to her.”

Sam couldn’t help but smile at what his brother had said. “You really love her, don’t you?”

“I don’t think I was ever willing to stop loving her.” Dean admitted with a sigh. “I just wish she knew that.”

“Wish I knew what?”

The brothers both almost jumped three feet in the air when they realized you were now standing right near them. You let out a soft chuckle at their behavior before taking a seat next to Dean, looking over at him with a smile, curious to know what he was talking about while you were off to the side.

Before Dean could even answer you, though, you all heard it screaming again. The three of you stood up, grabbing a flashlight as you walked up to investigate. The sounds of a gun cocking and rustling in the woods just a few feet away wasn’t something you wanted to hear.

“It’s trying to draw us out. Just stay cool. Stay put.” You said in a calm tone, looking around.

“Inside the magic circle?” Roy taunted, laughing at how it sounded. But the sounds of pleas and helps soon turned into a growl that echoed through the forest. He instantly regretted those words, pointing his gun to the trees. “Okay, that’s no grizzly.”

“It’s okay,” Hailey tried to comfort her little brother as they backed away. “We’ll be all right. I promise.”

There were first sounds of scrams and bushes rustling, then the sounds of a gunshot going off was heard. Roy turned around as he saw a ghostly figure pass him, he aimed his gun and shot again, the sound of the creature being wounded was the sound of victory to him. “I got it!” He cheered, before running after the thing, ignoring Dean’s shouts and protests for him to get back.

“Don’t move,” Dean warned Hailey and Ben, she wrapped her arm around her brother and pushed him back to safety.

You and the brothers ran into the woods and after the man, Dean called the older man’s name several times. As you walked further and further, you couldn’t find Roy anywhere. The three of you looked at one another in defeat.

You found yourself splitting up from the brothers so you three could find Roy faster, but that seemed to be a big mistake. As you were so caught up in looking for the man, you found yourself being grabbed and roughly pulled down to the ground by your feet and all you could remember was letting out a loud scream of fear before your whole world faded to black.

~~~

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Day 3 - Broken

Prompt: 3 - Broken + 5 - Self-Loathing + 18 - Scars Character: Sam Winchester Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader Word Count: 505 Warnings: Self-loathing, negative self-talk, referenced injury Tags: @loves0phelia, @nowheredreamer, @beezusvreeland Tuna-Tober Masterlist 2024

Broken

Sam Winchester slipped out of the bed, careful not to wake you. Just because he was too broken to sleep properly didn’t mean you should be deprived of sleep. Especially not for him. You had already given up too much for him.

He still didn’t understand it. Why had you give up your safe, normal life for him? To risk your life hunting monsters for people who would never know or understand your sacrififce. Who would deny all the blood shed in their name. To endure the estrangement of your family and old friends just to join him and Dean on this cursed road. Why?

He understood why Dean did it. He was just as cursed as Sam. There was no escaping this road. Not for them. They had both tried. And Dean was his big brother. He had always tried to protect him. No matter how tired or angry with him that Dean was - and times he had been very much both of those things - he’d never leave Sam to face the world’s evil alone.

Not you. You could have that apple pie life. You could live in a beautiful little house filled with the books and plants that you loved. Not a musty old bunker between a series of cheap hotels. You could have a boyfriend who wasn’t broken. Someone with a real job that could take you out on nice dates. Not a monster who dragged you into the shadows and made you bleed.

It might not be his own two hands that hurt you but it was his fault. You’d never gotten those scars if you had never met him. The obvious ones like the claw marks across your back. But also the invisible ones, the wounds left in the soul by fear and devastating loss.

Without him . . . you’d be safe. Whole. Happy. In love with someone who could put a pretty ring on your finger without fear. Instead of someone who feared putting an even bigger target on your back. Who couldn’t even ask you if you wanted children because he was too terrified of the answer.

You deserved better. Someone worthy of your love. Not a tattered patchwork of a man covered in scars visible and invisible.

But one of his numerous flaws that he was selfish. So when your arms wrapped around him, he couldn’t push you away. He was too greedy to reject the comfort of your body against his. He craved your affection, the pretty words you told him (I’m here . . . I’ve got you, Sammy . . .  I love you . . . you’re a good man, Sam Winchester. I know you don’t want to believe me but you are . . .)

He wanted you to be right. He wished he had your faith that one day, he’d believe those words. He wanted that so badly. It would be so easy to give in.

But Sam was done lying to himself. You deserved better than him. And while he was too selfish to give you up, he was never going to forget that.

Author's Note

This is my first time writing Sam so please let me know what you think.

Fandoms I currently write for: - Supernatural - The Boys - Big Sky - Tracker - Dark Angel - Smallville - 10 Inch Hero - Dawson’s Creek

The road so far…

Supernatural Masterlist

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Big Sky Masterlist

Tracker Masterlist

Dark Angel Masterlist

Smallville Masterlist

10 Inch Hero Masterlist

Dawson’s Creek Masterlist

Game of Thrones Masterlist

Tom Hiddleston Masterlist

Podfics

Stories that have been narrated in podcast form by Sandra, one of the lovely hosts of the Idling in the Impala podcast. Go here to check out the full YouTube playlist of podfics.

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Here you’ll find OC pairings in the fandoms below.

Examples include:

- Dean Winchester x OC (SPN)

- Loki x OC (MCU)

- Bucky Barnes x OC (MCU)

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Game of Thrones

Kong Skull Island

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