Not So Little - Sam Winchester Imagine

Not so little - Sam Winchester Imagine

Sam x reader

Summary: You meet the boys after a few years apart and are surprised how much they’ve grown

Flashback

Aged 14

You took in a shaky breath and raised your hand to the screen door. You closed your eyes and your knuckles came down causing the knock to echo through the house. You had no idea if anyone was home.

You heard a grumble from inside and the door was pulled open. You gulped as you looked at the man standing in it. He looked you up and down a frown on his face. He wore a worn jeans and an open blue shirt with a grey top underneath. He had a old trucker cap on his head. He had a trimmed brown beard.

He grunted. ‘Yeah?’ You shrugged your bag further up onto your shoulder. ‘Are you Bobby Singer?’ You asked in a small voice. He narrowed his eyes his hand going behind his back. ‘That’s me’ You sighed at least you had found the right house. ‘The Wendigo case, in Ohio, you knew my Mother’ You told him and he turned his head to the side raising his eyebrows. ‘Laura?’ Maybe this wasn’t the right Bobby Singer, god, this was the third Bobby you had spoken to. ‘Yeah, I knew Laura’ He nodded.

You smiled softly. ‘Is she here?’ He looked behind you and you hung your head looking at your feet. ‘No’ You whispered. ‘She died 11 months ago, a car accident. I’ve-eh-I’ve been looking for you for a few months’ You looked back up at him through your lashes. His face was a lot softer. ‘Can I ask you why you’re here?’ He asked his hand no longer behind his back. ‘I went to stay with some family and, well, we don’t get along’ You shrugged. ‘You remember what happened?’ Bobby cleared his throat.

He shifted uncomfortably and you sigh. ‘Well, yeah, me’ Bobby’s eyes widened. ‘You- you mea-you’re- you’ You nodded and rubbed the back of your neck. ‘Yeah, I’m your daughter’ You nodded and he stared at you unmoving. ‘I think you should come in’ He reached forwards and opened the screen. You smiled at him reaching across to grab your suitcase you had hidden from view.

Age 15

You placed the plate of dinner in front of Bobby. ‘So Sam and Dean is John’s kids?’ You had met John once. You slid into your own seat across from him and put your plate down in front of you.  They ain’t nothing like him kid’ Bobby said through a mouth of potato. ‘Dean’s two years older than ye and Sam’s two younger. You’ll like em’ You hummed and nodded grabbing his beer and taking a swig. He glared at you slightly but ignored it going back to the dinner in front of him.

You sat at the table cleaning a gun for your father when two boys walked in. They froze and you smiled at them. ‘Hi, I’m Y/n’ You waved at them. Your eyes surveyed the two of them. The taller one had a short hair on the sides and long hair on top. He wore a leather jacket that looked almost too big for him. The shorter one had floppy hair down to his eyebrows and wore a jeans and a brown hoodie. ‘Dean’ The tall one nodded to you. ‘This is my little brother Sammy’ You put down the gun and stood walking over to them. ‘I’m Bobby’s daughter’ You held out your hand to Dean.

Aged 19

You jumped out of the car and onto the sidewalk. ‘Sammy’ You called as the two made their way to the beat up car Bobby had loaned Sam. The boy turned. He was now the same height as you. He smiled. ‘Y/n’ You ran towards him and past the people gathered around the house. You threw your arms around his shoulders. ‘I thought you were in New York’ Sam laughed as he hugged you back. You beamed pulling away.

You surveyed him. ‘Sam Winchester, you ca pull off a suit’ Sam smiled and you seen a faint blush on his cheeks. ‘Minus this’ You reached out and began fixing his tie and then put it back into his jacket. ‘And, I wouldn’t miss this for the world’ You stepped back nodding at him. ‘Dean rang told me what day it was and I finished up and came down here’  You took the keys out of his hand. ‘You came to see me off’ And you pushed your keys into his hand. They were for the new car you had gotten. ‘Do it in style’ He smiled up at you toying with the keys. ‘Dean went to your prom with you, I had no choice’ You rolled your eyes. ‘Whatever, introduce me’ You nudged him nodding towards his pretty prom date.

Present Day

You sat in the kitchen cleaning a gun. ‘Hey pops’ You called as you heard the door open. ‘I made you some pie’ Then you heard footsteps running towards the kitchen. Dean came running into the kitchen. ‘Pie?’ You laughed pointing to the counter. He still wore his leather jacket, one you hadn’t seen in years. ‘Hi to you too Dean’ You chuckled as he dashed by you. ‘Hey’ You heard a deep voice you hardly recognised. ‘Sam?’ You looked back at the doorway.

An older Sam was standing in the doorway. He still had that floppy hair he always had. But man was he tall. He would easily tower over you now. He must be well over six foot. ‘Good Lord Sam winchester’ You gasped and you seen him blush which caused you to smile. ‘Our little Sammy’s not so little anymore huh?’ You stood and pulled him down wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You felt Sam smile against your neck and he hugged you back straightening lifting your feet from the ground.

You giggled and clung to the younger Winchester. He chuckled. ‘Alright put my Daughter down you idjit’ Bobby laughed as he clapped Sam on the shoulder. Sam laughed and planted you back on your feet. ‘Damn Sam’ You breathed pulling away. ‘You’ve gotten big, last time I seen you you were my height, what they been feeding you?’ Sam smiled and shrugged.

You grabbed his hand leading him to the table and pushed him down into the chair. ‘Better’ You looked down at him and Sam chuckled. ‘Beers?’ You asked them and moved to the over. ‘I swear, I’m marrying you one day Y/n’ Dean mumbled with a mouth full of pie. ‘Don’t speak with your mouth full’ You shipped the towel out slapping him.

He grunted and you took the dish out of the oven. ‘You said you’d be back ages ago, and you’re lucky I heard Dean mouthing off in the background’ Dean grumbled but put his plate away. ‘Damn, I’ve loved your cooking’ Dean almost moaned. Bobby smiled and sat at the table too. ‘Watch it’ You slapped his hand away as he reached for it. ‘It’s hot’ You took the lid off and all three men groaned at the smell. You eyed Sam as he licked his lips.

You shook your head, this was Sam Winchester you were checking out, little Sammy. The kid that barely talked to you for the first week you knew him. The little kid that you would help with homework. Only he wasn’t so little now. He was a grown ass man and had grown into a good one at that.

You planted three beers on the table and plates in front of them. ‘Dig in’ You giggled. They all lurched forwards grabbing plates and spoons. They probably needed a home cooked meal, living on Diner food. And those boys, as far as you knew that’s all they lived on, at least your Father could come home to a hot meal every now and then. 

You leaned forwards pressing a kiss to your Dean’s cheek. He smiled up at you. You pulled off your Dad’s hat and hung it on the back of the chair pressing a kiss to his forehead. He grunted thanking you for the meal. You moved on and wrapped your arms around Sam’s neck. You pressed a kiss to his cheek. ‘It’s good to see you again Sam’ Sam reached up and patted your arm. ‘It’s good to see you too’ He turned his head and froze.

His eyes met yours and you gulped. He let out a breath and you felt the hot air fan over your face. He was so close, his face only a few inches from yours. All you had to do was lean forwards, lean forwards and you could press your lips to his.

Woah, what? You shouldn’t be thinking that about Sam, this was Sam. The kid you knew years ago. Sam pressed his lips against your cheek and you gulped pulling away. ‘Eat up kiddo’ You ruffled his hair and turned away. ‘Woah’ You felt him grab your wrist and tug you back. ‘Are you not having dinner?’ You shook your head. ‘I had some before you all got here’ You told him and he nodded.

You screamed and your hand flew to your chest. ‘Good Lord Sam Winchester’ You snarled and he rushed over to you. ‘Sorry, sorry, I just wanted a water. I didn’t mean to frighten you’ He ran his hands up and down your arms trying to sooth you. ‘Sorry, sorry. I wasn’t expecting a bloody giant in my kitchen’ He chuckled as you for your heart rate back to normal. ‘Sorry, I’m a little jumpy’ Sam nodded stepping back from you.

That wa the first time you ot to really take him in. He was wearing nothing but a loose grey bottoms. He was barefoot and bare chester. And Damn was it a good chest. Sam Winchester had matured. He had broad shoulders and arms that you definitely couldn’t wrap your hand around, you probably couldn’t wrap it around half of it. And those abs, you could fry an egg on them they were that hot.

You shook your head groaning and stepped around him. These thoughts about Sam were wrong, just plain wrong. ‘You okay?’ He whispered. ‘When did you get so-’ You turned gesturing to his entire body. ‘You know, not so little Sammy’ He chuckled and looked you up and down. ‘The 7 years we haven’t seen each other’ You opened your mouth to say something else but closed it nodding. ‘Can’t fault your logic there Sam’ You shrugged and walked to the fridge taking out a yogurt. ‘Again are you okay?’ He asked as you nodded absentmindedly.

You tensed when you felt his hand on your shoulder. It was so large, how had you never noticed that before. Oh yeah, he was seventeen when you last seen him. He was on his way to Prom. ‘Yeah, just had a nasty hunt’ Sam turned you to look at him. His eyebrows were furrowed in concern his mouth tight. ‘Nasty?’ You nodded with a sigh. ‘Alright, talk’ He guided you over to the chair in the other room.

He pulled you down onto the seat beside him. ‘It was a demon, we got into a fight, he won. I ended up worse for wear after a couple of weeks tied up somewhere’ Sam reached out and took your hand his knuckles brushing over your knuckles. ‘I’m fine now, just wasn’t expecting you in here. And I was half asleep and-’ You shrugged letting out a long breath. ‘I get it, I do’ He nodded and he let go of your hand.

Sam wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you into him. You sighed and leaned into him. ‘Yeah, of course you do’ You chuckled and nudged him. ‘You’re the Winchesters’ Sam scoffed. ‘Here I am twittering on about a case and you two have enough on your plates’ Sam sat back leaning on the back of the chair. ‘It’s nice to hear about someone else’s problems’ You pulled your knees up to your chest. ‘Nah, talk to me Winchester. Tell me everything that’s happened in the last seven years’ You looked up at him.

Your eyes ran along his jaw but were drawn away when he smiled. He still had those adorable little dimples. ‘Shouldn’t you be getting back to bed?’ He asked and you shook your head. ‘Can’t sleep’ Then you pulled away. ‘Do you want to go back to bed?’ Sam shook his head. ‘Slept in the car, not tired’ You nodded leaning back into him. Sam readjusted himself so he could lean his head on your. ‘Now, c’mon little Sammy, tell me. What happened since I last seen you’ Sam smiled watching you as you cuddled into his side.

Dean smirked as he found the two of you the next morning. Both you and Sam sprawled across the sofa. Sam had his arm thrown over your waist and your head buried in his chest. This was not how he had planned the visit to Bobby’s to go. Sure he was going to tease Sam about his little crush on you but maybe he’d have to ship Sam out if Bobby seen you two like this. He didn’t fancy your father trying to kill his little brother for making a move on you.

He chuckled remembering what happened to the last guy that tried anything. ‘Whatcha laughing at boy?’ He heard a grunt behind him and turned quickly. ‘Hey Bobby’ Bobby squinted at him and then his eyes narrowed. ‘Is that your idiot brother half naked on the couch with my girl?’ Dean nodded taking up a defensive stance. ‘About time she got a good night’s sleep, you out’ Bobby grabbed Dean by the jacket pulling him away from the room.

You groaned and pulled away from the heat source in front of you. But it pulled you back towards it. Sam, it was Sam. You let out a sigh and snuggled back into him. ‘Morning’ You sighed when you heard his voice. It was lower and a lot rougher than usual. ‘You want breakfast?’ You asked trying to pull away but he shook his head. ‘Nah, Dean’s offered to make breakfast remember? You don’t need to’ He tightened his arms shifting you up further. He buried his face in your hair. ‘When did you get so affectionate Sammy?’ Sam just grunted.

You remembered little Sam would only hug you every odd time you seen him. He would always get stuttery when he spoke to you and looked like a deer caught in headlights when you spent time with him. He had gotten more used to you as he had gotten older especially when you began helping him with schoolwork. You had always encouraged him to get out of the life. Normal life suited Sam, it made him happy. Hunting life, you couldn’t exactly be happy.

He tightened his arms around you. ‘Well, I’m not a little kid anymore’ You nodded. ‘I’ve noticed’ You muttered. You felt Sam tense. ‘Oh really?’ He sounded a little surprised. Your eyes widened, damn him. ‘Hard not to notice you’re a giant’ You wiggled from his arms and he sighed. ‘Yeah’ You stood and pulled down your shorts a little seeing as they had ridden up during the night. You turned and smiled down at Sam.

It took him a second before his eyes left your body to meet your eyes. He blushed and sat up pushing his hair back into place. You giggled and reached out smoothing it down. He reached out putting his hand tentatively on your waist. ‘I should go change’ You looked down at his chest. ‘And you should put a shirt on. I doubt my Dad would like you walking around half naked’ You leaned forwards pressing a kiss to his forehead.

You came back down to the smell of bacon. ‘Morning’ You smiled at them. You prepared yourself for the onslaught of questions about your night from your father. He turned to you and you steeled yourself. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your cheek before turning back to his breakfast. You furrowed your eyebrows and moved to Dean. ‘What’s got Dad in such a good mood?’ You muttered.

Dean looked down at you placing some bacon on your plate. ‘I heard you haven’t been sleeping well’ You took a deep breath controlling your temper. ‘Why would he tell you that?’ You snapped. Dean looked down at you surprised. ‘He never said why, just that he was worried’ He handed you the plate leaning down. ‘And he had to when he dragged me out of the house this morning when he caught you and Sam asleep on the couch’ He smirked and you rolled your eyes.

You turned but he grabbed your arm pulling you back to him. ‘You two were very cosy looking’ He whispered in your ear. You turned and glared at him. ‘I was talking to him and we fell asleep, we’ve done it before Dean. So have me and you’ Dean smiled and opened his mouth. ‘And chance I could get some?’ Sam’s voice startled you both. He was striding towards you both, his hair dripping a little from his shower. He was staring at his brother his eyes narrowed. 

He stopped beside you and you almost jumped when he placed his hand on the small of your back. Sam had definitely changed, big time. But you liked it and you found yourself smiling up at him. ‘Yeah, sure. I was just about to sit down anyway’ You pulled your arm from Dean and Sam pulled you closer before letting you go.

You watched the two brothers whisper in the corner. ‘He’s a good kid’ Bobby looked up at you. you looked up at him. ‘Who?’ You asked through a mouthful of Dean’s bacon. The man could make the best bacon you ever tasted. He nodded towards the boys. ‘Sam’ You nodded with a shrug of your shoulders. ‘Y/n’ He leaned towards you robbing a piece of your bacon in the process. ‘You should let someone take care of you an Sam would. He wi-’ You smacked his arm

He pulled back a little. ‘You should leave this alone, I’m perfectly fine on my own’ You snapped and he laughed. You rolled your eyes picking up some bacon and putting half it in your mouth. You chomped down on it and roughly pulled the other half from the bit in your mouth. ‘Woah’ Dean laughed. ‘What did the bacon ever do to you?’ He sat down at the table across from you.

Sam put his plate down beside you and grabbed the chair from across the room pulling it in beside you and settling into it. His leg brushed yours as he tried to get comfortable. You grumbled a incoherent answer before looking down at your plate trying to finish your breakfast as the men chatted.

You wiped your oily hands with a rag. You had gotten through breakfast without saying much. But both Dean and your Father had given you looks when Sam had sat back and draped his arm over the back of your chair. ‘You still got that crappy old thing?’ You heard Sam laugh from behind you. You rolled your eyes and tossed the rag at him but smiled anyways. ‘This old thing brought you to Prom remember Sammy’ He frowned. ‘What?’ You asked as he walked closer. ‘You keep saying I’ve changed but you still call me Sammy’ He laid the the rag down beside you. You had to tilt your head back to look him in the eye.

You could feel the heat radiating through his black top. ‘I guess it’s just habit’ You shrugged. ‘Do you still see me as that small kid?’ He asked quietly, almost as if he was afraid of the answer. You chuckled. ‘Course not, look at you’ He nodded and stepped away from you looking into the car behind you. ‘You disappeared really quickly after breakfast and missed dinner’ He poked at the engine of your old car. ‘You worried?’ You chuckled and you reached across to get a spanned.

He grabbed your wrist. ‘Bobby is, he sent me out here to talk to you’ You scoffed and felt your stomach drop. ‘So you’re here on my Dad’s order’ You pulled yourself from his grasp. ‘Well you can go back in and tell him I’m fine, I’ll get dinner after’ Sam sighed as he watched you storm over to the table with the tools on it. Y/n’ He said softly as if trying not to spook you. ‘Sam’ You said back.

You turned to see him leaning on a car. ‘I’m fine. Dad’s a little tense, he thinks I need to talk about things’ He nodded as you leaned against the table. ‘And do you?’ You shook your head. ‘I need a beer more’ You pushed yourself off the table and walked towards him. ‘You coming?’ You smiled up at him. ‘Y/n if y-’ You groaned throwing your arms up in the air. ‘Sam, I don’t need to talk about anything. I’m fine, I’ve had worse alright?’ You snapped. You seen his eyes widen and he nodded.

He stood straight and nodded sharply. He stepped around you without looking at you and made for the door. You closed your eyes letting out a long breath. You heard the door close as he left. You groaned and threw your arms up into the air turning.

You spotted him halfway across the yard already. ‘Sam, Sam’ You called as you ran after him. Damn those impossibly long legs. Sam stopped but didn’t turn around. ‘I’m sorry for snapping Sammy’ You stopped beside him taking in a few deep breaths. ‘It’s just Dad’s been on me and I guess you were easier to snap at, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it’ You reached out and took his hand in yours threading your fingers through his. ‘Sam, I’m sorry. It’s nice you care honestly’ You stepped closer twisting a little to look up at him. ‘It means a lot to me’ You whispered and squeezed his hand.

He was silent for a second before he turned to you abruptly. His hand shot out and wrapped around the back of your neck pulling you towards him. Your hand grabbed at the material of his shirt as he pressed his lips to yours. The kiss were rough and needy, like he wanted it for a long time. His hand let go yours and he grabbed the back of your top pulling you against him. Your hand landed on his bicep pulling at him trying to get him closer.

Sam was the first to pull away and he laid his forehead against yours. ‘Been wanting to do that for years’ You opened your eyes to find his still closed. ‘I’m glad you finally did’ You leaned up and pressed your lips to his again. Well, this was somewhere you never thought you’d end up. Kissing, Sam Winchester. You both pulled away when you heard Dean shouting his name. ‘How about that beer?’ Sam asked and you nodded pulling away walking back to the house with him.

You smiled when you felt a presence behind you. Then a large chest pressed against your back. Sam wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned his chin on your shoulder. ‘What’s for dinner?’ He breathed. You turned your head pressing a kiss to his cheek. ‘Beef stew, Dad’s favourite’ You smiled as laid down the large wooden spoon. You turned in his arms. You reached up and wrapped yours around his shoulders tangling your fingers in his shaggy hair.

He smiled down at you showing you his dimples. You leaned up closing your eyes. Sam met you halfway and pressed his lips to yours. You had grown to love his kisses over the last few days. Neither of you had said anything to Dean or Bobby yet. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to or were afraid to. You just hadn’t. And neither of them had commented on yours and Sam’s randomly growing bond.

You leaned into Sam more when he tightened his grip pulling your feet off the ground slightly. ‘Y/n, I think dinners burning’ You both jumped apart when you heard Dean’s voice, neither of you noticing he was there. Saam dropped you back onto the ground. You stumbled back a little as did he. Dean stood leaning against the wall smirking.

Pain flared through your hand and you yelped pulling it away from the cooker you had put it on. Sam’s head snapped towards you. He rushed forwards grabbing your shoulders. Dean stood running for you too. But Sam already had you by the sink turning the tap on. ‘It’s alright, I got you’ He grabbed your wrist putting your hand under the steady stream of cool water. You hissed. ‘God, Y/n’ Dean appeared beside you. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you that bad’ Dean appeared beside you his hand on your shoulder.

You just hissed at the sting of your palm. ‘Maybe you shouldn’t sneak up on people then’ Sam growled at his brother as he pushed your hair back from your face. ‘Y/n’ He breathed crouching a little. He grabbed your face turning it to you. ‘You okay? Is it bad? Do I need to get something else?’ The words falling from his lips in a rush. His eyes searching your face for pain. ‘I’m fine, it’s just a small burn’ you told him and he sighed his shoulders sagging a little.

He wrapped his arm around you knocking Dean’s hand from your shoulder. ‘Sam, it wasn’t like I meant for this to happen’ Sam pulled you into his chest your hand still under the faucet. ‘What to happen?’ You all turned your heads to see your father standing in the doorway. ‘I burnt my hand, it’s nothing’ Bobby tensed and strode forwards. He pulled Dean out of his way and grabbed your arm. He pulled it from Sam’s grasp to have a look at it himself.

He let out a breath. ‘It ain’t too bad, I’ll finish the dinner’ He let go of your arm. Sam instantly grabbed it again pulling it under the water. ‘You got her son?’ Your father asked Sam looking at the man holding you to his chest.

Bobby smiled slightly when he seen Sam nod not taking his eyes off your hand. He had noticed the change between the two, the lingering touches the looks. He had always wanted a man like Sam Winchester for you, he knew he would take care of you. If you even ended up with someone, he was glad it was Sam. He was glad you had someone to look after you. And that seemed to be top of the boys list. He nodded as you leaned further into him your head falling onto his shoulder. ‘Y/n’ Dean whispered. ‘It’s alright Dean’ You shrugged him off. ‘It wasn’t your fault. Don’t worry about it’ Bobby caught the glare Sam sent Dean and almost laughed. He could piece together what happened well enough.

You pulled your hand from under the water. ‘I’m alright now’ You told Sam and he nodded. ‘You two gonna spit it out or stay creeping around?’ Bobby asked as Sam turned off the water and lead you to a chair. He squatted in front of you and both you turned your head to Bobby who was leaning against the stove watching you. Sam cleared his throat. ‘Bobby’ His voice shook a little and he squeezed your thighs. Dean sat at the table as well. ‘S’alright Son’ Bobby looked between the two of you. ‘Just asking of you two were done sneaking around’ He turned back to the stove his back to you.

Sam looked up at you his eyebrows raised. You shrugged. ‘Eh, yeah, but there’s nothing really to tell’ You told your Dad as Sam stood. ‘It ain’t like we’re going out or anything just seeing where things are taking us. Sam knelt back down in front of you with the med kit. ‘I’m not messing her around or anything’ Bobby turned and looked down at Sam.

But Sam didn’t look at him he was too busy  putting cream on your hand and bandaging it up. Bobby smiled. ‘I know Sam’ He walked over to the press patting Sam’s shoulder as he passed. ‘I’d have killed ye already if ye were’ Sam let out a long breath knowing Bobby was okay with it. He clipped the bandage when he finished wrapping up your hand. ‘Thanks Bobby’ He finally looked up at your Dad who just nodded going back to the dinner.

Sam smiled up at you. He leaned forwards and pressed his lips to yours quickly. ‘That don’t mean you get to manhandle her in front of me though boy’ Bobby snapped and Sam jerked away from you. Dean laughed seeing the teasing look on Bobbys face before either of you. ‘Not nice Dad’ You scolded and Bobby laughed. ‘Better him than this idjit’ Bobby nodded to Dean as he left the room. Dean’s mouth dropped open and he looked offended. ‘Sorry and what’s wrong with me?’ Dean stood following your Dad.

Sam chuckled. ‘Well we got your Dad’s approval’ You looked back down at him. You reached out with your uninjured hand placing it on his cheek. ‘Sam you always had his approval’ You giggled leaning forwards pressing your lips to his. He leaned up his hands landing on your thighs. You could feel the smile on his lips as they moved against yours.

This was where you were happy. You couldn’t believe you had overlooked Sam all those years. Little Sammy who had always been there ended up being the one to capture your heart and be the only one to keep it. For many years to come, through thick and thin. Little Sammy was there, by your side, only he wasn’t so little anymore.

LOVE him !!!!

Good Enough - Cas Imagine

Cas x reader

Summary: You and Cas get in a fight.

You whirled around to the angel behind you. ‘Why? Why did I do it?’ You screamed. ‘Because I needed to’ Cas’ face was hard. His lips pinched into a straight line. His eyes narrowed. ‘You were stupid’ He growled. Sam and Dean stood behind him at the motel you were staying at. You seen Dean wince at Cas’ poor choice of words. Sam stepped forwards but Dean grabbed him shaking his head violently.

You stepped closer to him. ‘It was an excellently thought out plan, until YOU-’ You jabbed his chest. ‘-Decided you couldn’t put aside whatever it is that’s going on with you and jump in the way’ You screamed at him. ‘I just had to clean up your mess’ Cas took in a deep breath and glared at you. ‘You were reckless, you could have died’ You rolled your eyes. ‘Yeah, and you couldn’t have, If I got hurt I got hurt, I’ve gotten hurt before Castiel’ You snapped.

He took in a deep breath closing his eyes and you knew he was loosing patience with this argument. It had been going on for almost an hour, since you had left the old warehouse on the opposite side of town. Honestly, you were surprised that Sam and Dean ad put up with you two fighting in the back seat for this long. Especially Dean, you thought he would have snapped by now.

Castiel’s hand reached out and wrapped his hand around your arm. ‘You can not speak like that, your life matters, you can not just do what you want on a hunt’ Castiel scolded you as if he was a parent talking to a child. As f you had just stolen a cookie before dinner, like you weren’t a grown ass woman who had been hunting for all your life. ‘When you hunt that’s what happens, we die die young, we get over it’ You snapped.

You seen Dean tug on Sam’s arm. He pulled him away from the car and towards the motel room. ‘We put our lives in danger to save others, our lives don’t matter if theirs don’t’ Castiel’s hand tightened around your arm, it was almost becoming unbearably tight. You kept the hard look on your face. ‘Then stop, stop hunting’ Your jaw fell slack. Dean stopped by the door.

Both him and Sam looked back at the two of you. Dean’s hand was hovering over the handle of the door. ‘Give it up?’ You let out a laugh. you were on shock. Give up hunting? Hunting was your life. ‘You can do research, but no hunting’ He nodded. He got a satisfied look on his face like he had just figured out the answer to all the world’s problems.

You froze, he was serious, very serious. ‘I’m not giving up hunting Castiel’ You shook your head. His eyes snapped back down to you. ‘Of course you are, I forbid you from hunting. That is the end of this discussion’ He let go of your arm turning around. ‘Woah, woah’ Dean stepped closer to you two intercepting Castiel making him com to a halt.

Yor shock wore off leaving you with a pit of anger in your stomach. Your eyes narrowed at the Angel’s back. Your fingers curled up into fists your nails digging into the palms of your hand. You body tensed. ‘Forbid me?’ You let all the ange pill out in your scream. Sam flinched behind Dean. Dean’s eyes widened when the flicked over Castiel’s shoulder to you. ‘You can not forbid me from hunting, it’s my life’ Castiel turned around slowly. ‘Y/n, you are reckless. You can not hunt it is for the best’ Your mouth dropped.

He couldn’t forbid you from hunting, sure, hunting was dangerous and sometimes you had to take risks, that was a given. But Castiel couldn’t forbid you from hunting, that was ridiculous. ‘You can’t tell me what I can and can not do with my life’ You growled stalking up to him. ‘I can, and I will, if I see you hinting again I will not be so rational’ You scoffed. Rational, Castiel was being the opposite of rational. He was forbidding you from hunting for crying out loud, that wa the furthest thing from rational you could think of.

He nodded taking your fuming silence for agreement. ‘You will not hunt again’ He clarified. He was using that I am an Angel of the Lord voice. The one he used when he was confronted with a demon or someone who needed to be ordered around. ‘You are too reckless, it puts your life in danger and others around you. Right now, you are not meant to hunt’ Dean took in a sharp deep breath behind Castiel.

Sam visibly flinched and began to rush forwards. Not meant to hunt? Did he really just say that to you? That you weren’t meant to do something you’d been trained to do since you were little. You weren’t meant to follow in your Mother’s footsteps? Before you could help it your hand snapped out. Castiel stumbled slightly from the blow to his face. ‘How dare you’ You screamed. If you had been in a comic there would be steam coming out of your ears right now. ‘You absolute asshole, like you know anything about hunting. You’re a stuck up stupid ass Angel, you pretentious prick’ Castiel looked back at you.

His hand went to his cheek gingerly touching the spot you had struck. Dean’s eyes were wide, his jaw slack watching you. Never since he had known you had he seen you this angry. And he’d known you for years, he had been there when your Father was killed by a witch. You had called him for back up when you went to gank her. And not even then had he seen you this angry, it was just spite and hatred that had shone through then. And a desire for revenge. This time was different, Castiel had struck a nerve, and he’d definitely hurt your feelings.

Castiel opened his mouth to speak. ‘No’ You snarled. ‘Don’t even try’ You shook your head. You turned stalking away from the three men. ‘Y/n’ You heard Sam’s voice call. ‘Wait’ You waved at him over your shoulder as you turned out of the motel stomping down the road.

You watched as the whiskey twirled in the glass. All your anger had disappeared by now, you had been sitting in this small bar for over three hours. Now you only felt hurt if you were honest.

Was that really what Cas thought of you? Did he really think you weren’t good enough to be a hunter? It was all you knew, you had barely went to school. You were thought lore instead of chemistry, how to take apart and put back together a gun instead of how to write an essay.

Hunting was everything in your life, it was your life. Without it you didn’t have anything. Hunting was in your blood, it was what your family had done for generations. There was nothing else, only hunting. And seemingly you weren’t good enough for it, you weren’t good enough to be a hunter. You sighed closing your eyes.

But that wasn’t what really hurt you, what hurt you was that it came from Castiel. The man you had admired since you had met thought you weren’t good enough. You were a researcher to him, not good enough to go out, to fight, to hunt. He seem you as someone weak, someone who should be left at home like a child. You hadn’t seen left at home since you were 11 years old.

You always knew you weren’t as good as the brothers, you never moved as in tune with them as they moved with each other. You always stuck out like a sore thumb with them. Even Castiel fit in better with them, he was better at this than you, true he had Angel powers on you but he was still more in tune with the boys. You didn’t work with people, you never worked with other hunters. The boys were the first people you’d worked with since your Father.

Maybe you just weren’t good enough for them, you were probably better off on your own. That way if you screwed up you wouldn’t bring the boys down with you. Castiel wouldn’t have to jump in front of you. He wouldn’t have to try and help you. Maybe you were reckless, maybe you shouldn’t work with people. You were a good enough hunter on your own, just not with others.

You felt someone sit beside you. ‘What’s a girl like you doing here alone?’ A deep voice asked as its owner leaned closer to you. ‘Trying to get some alone time’ You answered. ‘That’s a hard drink for such a little woman’ You turned your head looking up at him. He was pretty, you’d give him that. ‘Look, I appreciate it and all but seriously I just want to be left alone’ You told him. You weren’t in the mood for this.

You downed the rest of the whiskey and held up the glass. The bartender nodded at you and you slid it to the other side of the bar. ‘Anything you want to talk about?’ The man beside you had righted himself. He was sitting in the stool properly his body facing forwards. He cradled a beer in his hands. ‘Not exactly’ You shook your head and thanked the bartender as he filled your glass again sliding it back to you. ‘Fight with a boyfriend?’ He asked.

You sighed closing your eyes. You took a deep breath and opened your eyes turning your head towards him. You were ready to go off at him but when your eyes landed on his face your words caught in your throat. His expression as only filled with concern and interest. ‘A friend’ You shrugged taking a gulp from your glass. ‘A fight with a friend, he thinking I can’t do my job properly, I’m too reckless’ You didn’t look at him as you told him but stared at your glass.

He sat silent for a moment. ‘What is it you do?’ He asked. ‘FBI’ You told him without missing a beat, it’s what you told all of them. The guys you met in bars, you were always FBI or a journalist or something along those lines. ‘FBI isn’t a job I associated with reckless’ You looked up from your glass to find him smiling at you. ‘It is when it involves saving someone’s life’ He nodded understandingly. ‘Joe’ He held out his hand to you. ‘Y/n’ You took his hand in yours.

You threw another bag in the boot. ‘Hey' You looked up to see Joe walking from your motel room. You smiled at him closing the trunk of the banged up old car. ‘Leaving so soon?’ He smirked. You nodded. You had gotten talking to him after he had approached you, you had told him about your fight with Castiel and had gotten talking. You had both drank a little too much and ended up in your motel room. ‘Duty calls’ You shrugged. He nodded. ‘It was nice talking to you, thank you for the night’ He smiled down at you. ‘You’re welcome’ He leaned forwards and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

You smiled watching him as he strode from the lot. Just as he was leaving Sam came jogging in by him. You groaned. Joe turned and gave you one last wave, you waved back at him. Sam’s eyes fell on you and he glanced between the two of you. He jogged over to you.

He stopped beside you panting and sweaty. He raised an eyebrow at you. ‘You not coming with us?’ He asked. You shook your head leaning on the car. ‘I think it’s time that I got back out there you know?’ He furrowed his eyebrow. ‘Is this about Cas last night?’ He leaned against the trunk beside you. ‘I don’t work well with you guys, I know that. I’ve known that from the beginning’ You shrugged pushing yourself up. ‘I work better on my own’ You felt his hand wrap around your arm. 

You turned and looked up at the lovable giant. ‘Cas was worried, he cares about you. Sure he over reacted but it’s just because he was worried about you’ Sam’s face was soft and open. ‘He can’t heal you now without everything,he’s just worried’ You sighed and pulled away from him shaking your head. ‘Sam, I put you guys in danger, it’s fine.Like I said, I work better on my own’ He strode around you. He slammed his hand on the door when you took the handle in your hand keeping it from opening.

You glared up with him. ‘Hey’ He smiled down at you. ‘Y/n’ He sighed and you narrowed your eyes at him. ‘At least have breakfast with us’ You shook your head. It was bad enough that Sam had caught you about to leave. With the way Castiel had reacted yesterday you didn’t want to see him before you left. Who knows how he would react to you wanting to go on your own. ‘We won’t make you stay Y/n’ Sam leaned down a little. ‘Dean and Cas will want to say goodbye, you can’t sneak off’ You sighed and nodded.

You followed Sam back to the room. ‘I was going to text you know, I just didn’t want to deal with Cas going off on me’ Sam nodded understandingly opening the door. ‘He doesn’t think I’m good enough to hunt with you he definitely will freak out if he knew I was going off on my own’ You explained stepping into the room and Sam stepped in behind you.

He looked over your shoulder and you tensed. ‘You wanted to leave?’ You closed your eyes at the deep voice coming from the corner of the room. Sam patted your shoulder. He had planned this, that much was obvious. ‘I need a shower, Dean’s out for breakfast’ You opened your eyes to see him walking across the room towards the bathroom. He gave you a smile before shutting and locking the door.

You looked back at Castiel. He was looking at you with a frown, his eyes squinted and head tilted. You sighed and began walking towards him. You pulled out the chair across from him and sat down on it. ‘Yes, I was going to leave. It’s for the best’ You told him. His frown got deeper at your words. ‘You can not leave’ He grumbled. ‘Why because I’m not a good enough hunter to go out on my own? Because I should be in here reading while everyone else is out there risking their lives? Because I’m not good enough to hunt with you?’ You snapped at him and crossed your arms.

His brows unfurrowed and shot up. ‘Why would you not be good enough? You’re an excellent hunter’ Castiel breathed. You looked away from his face. Your eyes fell on Sam’s laptop. ‘Is this because of what I said yesterday? I was going to apologise today, I did not mean what I said to you. I do not know why I said those things’ You remained silent not wanting to speak to him. ‘I realised I was wrong for saying those things the moment you struck me. I did not mean to doubt your abilities’ You bit your lip and looked down at your fingers as they picked as your hoodie. ‘I shouldn’t have hit you regardless, I apologised’ You said coldly, your voice a monotone. You did feel bad for hitting him and you regretted it but you weren’t going to let yourself get invested.

You heard Castiel sigh. ‘Please don’t use that tone with me Y/n. I did not mean anything I said. I-I do not know what was wrong with me. I just acted on the feelings I had’ That got your attention. Castiel was always so stiff, sure he expressed feelings but for him to admit it straight out like that was odd. You looked up at him.

He was still staring at you. ‘What feelings?’ Castiel pursed his lips and blinked slowly. ‘I was afraid, I could have lost. I did not think you had intercepted that knife. I thought you were hurt. I panicked and then I realised you were okay. I was relieved, even happy. But I realised it was easy to lose you. One false move on a hunt and I could lose you’ He paused for a second and you could feel your resolve melting. ‘I was worried I was going to lose you, I do not want to have to watch you die and hunters die’ Castiel confessed. You felt your eyes well up slightly.

You stood quickly and walked around the table. You bent and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. He tensed but you kept holding him. ‘You won’t lose me Cas. Okay you might’ You whispered ‘But I’ll go out helping someone and doing what I need to do, what I love doing. I’ll go out fighting and with a gun in my hand’ You let go of him and stood up straight. He looked up at you his eyes wide. ‘I’ll go out the way I should go out’ He nodded.

You smiled slightly. ‘You are good enough. You are the best hunter I have ever seen. The Winchesters are not even as good as you. I believed if I kept you doing research I could keep you alive longer’ Castiel stood and now it was you looking up at him. ‘I worry for you. I over reacted. I am sorry. you are good enough to hunt you are an amazing hunter. I do not know how I can to assure you of that fact’ Castiel reached out hesitantly.

His hand hovered over your shoulder for a second before he turned his hand and softly placed it on your cheek. He leaned forwards and pressed his lips to your forehead. It was an action that allowed you to close your eyes and shivered slightly. You smiled.

Castiel pulled his soft lips from your forehead, but only an inch so you could still feel his warm breath on your skin. ‘Stay and I will tell you everyday how good you are, I will make take away your doubts that you are not enough. You will always be enough’ Castiel promised. ‘I’ll stay’ You breathed and wrapped your arms around his torso pulling him into a hug he responded to this time.

@lilacs-lavender

Currently have nine pieces of writing in my drafts and can not finish a single one........WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME

WHERE IS ALL MY IMAGINATION GONE!!!!!!!

(If found please return it, i kind of need it)

I hate being in this mood, I have so much going on in my head and I can’t write it down and can’t finish it

Sam Tells You He Loves You For The First Time

You snapped your hand out and Sam clapped his hand down on top of yours. ‘Ha’ You beamed as he took his hand off yours. ‘Where did you learn to play that well Y/n?’ He teased. You gathered up the cards from under your hand. ‘Not my fault you’re not quick enough Sammy’ You giggled looking up at him. 

Sam was smiling at you from across the table a soft loving look on his face. You felt yourself grow warmer and looked down away from his eyes. ‘Alright, let’s go again’ You began arranging cards again. You flipped the card laying it on the table watching as Sam did the same.

Neither of you looked up as Dean walked into the room. ‘You two playing snap again?’ He slammed the door behind him as he waltzed over to the table. ‘Got yourself a girl?’ You asked keeping your focus on the cards you and Sam were putting down. ‘Pretty little brunette, man she could bend’ He pulled out the third chair at the table and landed the brown bag on the table. ‘Dean’ Sam shot him a quick warning look.

Sam never did like Dean talking about his women around you, you didn’t know why but you were grateful for it all the same. Which he could probably sense and continued to cut Dean off before he got in too deep. 

The smell of food hit your nose when he opened it. Your head snapped up ‘What’s in the bag?’ Sam stopped before he put down another card. ‘Don’t worry sweetheart, I didn’t forget about you’ He pulled out a smaller bag and landed it in front of you. You reached out opening it.

Your mouth watered at the sight in the bag. It was delicious. ‘Damn, I love you’ You leaned across. You grabbed the back of Dean’s neck pulling him closer to you. You planted a kiss on his cheek and sat back taking your food from the bag. ‘You’re amazing’ You mumbled taking a bite.

You watched as him and Sam shared a look. ‘What?’ You grumbled. You reached up wiping your face. ‘So,why did you two decide to stay here playing cards instead of joining me in the bar?’ Dean smirked and took a bite from his burger. ‘Some of us want a meaningful relationship Dean, not one night’ Sam took the bag and pulled out his own food.

You chuckled a little. ‘In this life?’ You looked up at him through your lashes. ‘You think that could work?’ He shrugged smiling at you from across the table. ‘It could, if you tried’ You hummed at his answer. Maybe there was a chance, Sam wanted a relationship. 

Dean groaned. ‘So you two JUST played this when I was g-one?’ He wiggled his brows at you popping a fry into his mouth. He gave you his shit eating grin and you glared at him. Dean knew about your thing for Sam, he didn’t know the extent of it but he sure knew there was feelings there. You glared at him.

You seen Sam glare at him from out of the corner of your eye as will. ‘Come on’ Dean laughed leaning back in the chair. ‘I leave you two alone for hours and all you do is play cards’ He looked between the two of you. When he realised that was actually all that happened his eyes widened. ‘Not even once?’ You shook your head at him trying to intensify your glare.

Sam dropped his fork onto the table and it made a clang and Dean’s head turned to his little brother. ‘We’re just friends Dean, we may be close but we’re just friends’ He snapped at his brother. You drew your lip between your teeth. ‘I need a shower’ You mumbled dropping the rest of the food.

You avoided Sam’s eyes, which you could feel burning holes into you, as you stood walking to the bathroom.

You stood under the flow of water until it went cold, and even then you stuck it out. You didn’t want to face Sam just yet. Dean on the other hand, well you’d love to face him, give him a piece of your mind. He knew how much you liked Sam, hell sometimes you’d even go so far to say you loved the giant. And Dean just had to open his mouth running it off. 

You groaned having completely forgotten to bring in clothes in your rush to get away from the situation in the room. You wrapped a towel tight around you before walking back out into the room. The chill of the room instantly had you shivering. It wasn’t like the towel was that big either, it barely covered what you needed covered.

The boys looked up as you walked out of the bathroom. Dean opened his mouth but stopped when he seen what you were wearing, or what you weren’t. Sam’s eyes widened more than you’d ever seen them. You blushed and then scolded yourself. He only sees you as a friend damn it Y/n, pull yourself together. 

Dean’s eyes slowly ran over the exposed skin you had on show. ‘Damn Y/n, if I’d known you looked that good in a towel I would have gotten you in the shower years ago’ You felt the blush creep up your chest towards your neck. You seen Sam give Dean a hard luck. ‘I’d known you were interested I would have invited you to join me’ You smirked at him.

Dean let out a loud laugh as he stood walking over to the fridge. You strode over to your bag. Dean leaned over and kissed your temple as he passed you. You grabbed some clothes and turned walking back into the bathroom.

When you came back out it was only Sam in the room. ‘Where did Dean go?’ You asked him. ‘Beer run’ He grunted without even looking up. ‘Oh, okay’ You slipped into the chair across from him. It was silent as you started to clear up the cards that was left on the table still.

After a moment Sam reached up and slammed the top of his laptop down. You jumped at the sudden sound and looked up at him. He was staring at you with furrowed brows thinking. You tilted your head. ‘Do you really want Dean?’ He growled his voice strained. You let out a laugh throwing your head back. Was that really what he was thinking about. ‘Of course not, he’s Dean’ You shook your head.

The hard look was gone from his face turning into what you thought was relief. You crossed your arms. ‘Sam,if I did I would have told you’ He nodded opening back up the laptop. ‘Why do you want to know?’ You probed and he glanced up at you. He shrugged and you sighed knowing from the determined look on his face you weren’t going to get an answer out of him.

You dropped the cards onto the table standing you walked over to the TV knowing you wouldn’t be getting any real conversation from Sam when he was buried in that computer. But you were wrong.

Just as you picked up the remote you heard the computer close again. ‘I’m sorry Y/n, it’s just, it’s Dean’ You looked over your shoulder at him as you crawled up the bed. ‘I know what Dean’s like. I’m not going to be another one of his girls Sam’ You heard him grunt and you flopped down at the top of the bed and turned on the TV.

He sat contemplating something for a moment when you flicked through the channels, concluding that there was nothing on. ‘I love you’ You smiled at him as you settled on the least crappy show. ‘I love you too Sammy’ You told him. God, if only he knew how you meant those words, it definitely wasn’t the same way he meant them.

You focused back on the TV. ‘No’ You looked at him. He was standing. ‘I mean, I love you, that’s why I wanted to know about Dean. Because I love you’ You opened your mouth to speak but no words came out, you didn’t think you knew the word. ‘I love you Y/n’ He inched closer to you as you stared at him wide eyed. ‘Not in the way you think, I love you’ You gulped.

Then your brain finally caught up with everything that was going on. ‘MY answer is still the same’ You whispered as he came to stop beside the bed you were lying on. ‘I love you too’ Sam’s face broke out into a smile showing off those perfect dimples you loved so much. He looked down at you his expression full of adoration before he leaned down capturing your lips with his.

Maybe he did mean them the same way you did.

@lilacs-lavender

Writers Break

Hey Guys, there will be nothing from me until Monday at the earliest. I am going to a festival all weekend and won't have any internet. Awhh, but I will be back soon :)

And seeing as I’m going away I’m going to leave you with an extract from one of my new Cas fics :)

Steve (Cas) x Reader

You slipped on the black heels you were wearing for the occasion. The long evening gown that you had on was beautiful, and had cost you a solid fortune. It was a low back with golden chains connecting both sides. It hugged your curves perfectly and you were very excited about tonight. You stood and looked at yourself in the mirror. 

The red lipstick was perfect, and the eyeshadow made your eyes really pop. The loose updo you had showed off the long curve of your neck. Twirling a little you watched as the dress swung with you. It would be perfect, just perfect. Bending you retouched the red of your lips and you grabbed the gold bag you had borrowed from a friend. 

You turned grabbing the bottom of your dress and walking from your room. The shawl you were wearing was downstair. The usual quick descent took a few seconds longer seeing as the heels you wore tonight were taller than the ones you wore on a normal bases. You petted the dog as you walked by the chair. He looked up half opening an eye and then dropped his head back onto the couch. ‘Lucky it’s not you I’m trying to impress tonight’ You mumbled walking towards the kitchen.

You needed some water, your mouth was dry and you couldn’t just sit around waiting. Your stomach twisted and turned as you looked at the clock. It was almost six, you were ready ten minutes early, that didn’t surprise you. When it came to things like thing you always made sure to be early. You wrapped your lips around the straw sucking the water through it trying not to smudge your lipstick.

You tensed as the doorbell rang. You glanced at the clock. Still ten minutes early. It wasn’t him, it couldn’t be. Who was ever this on time apart from you? You left down the cup and took a deep breath. You let your eyes close as you exhaled. The false lashes you wore tickled your cheeks and then above your eyes as you opened them.

You turned on your heel and strode towards the front door. You stopped and checked your reflection in the mirror that hung in the hallway before nodding. You looked good, in fact you looked absolutely incredible. You had done well, the extra hours put in really paid off.

You laid your hand on the door smiling. You had even gotten your nails done for tonight's event. Not just because it was a big company ball which meant everyone would be there, and looking at you. But because of who you were bringing, you wanted to look good enough to be the one on his arm, because god he looked like an Angel. Plus if you looked good tonight who knew where it would lead.

You opened the door and your eyes fell on the exact person you had been waiting for. He stood with a nervous smile on those beautiful, kissable lips. And, man, did he look good in a suit, heavenly, good enough to eat. You let out a soft sigh and he shifted nervously. ‘Hi, Steve’ You breathed. ‘Y/n’ He nodded his eyes taking in every inch of you. ‘Let me grab my coat’ You told him turning. 

You grabbed the shawl from the  chair and your purse. ‘Bye Benny’ You patted the door before walking back to the door. ‘You look beautiful’ Steve said. His gravelly voice doing wonders to your body, goosebumps erupting on your skin but you weren’t even cold. ‘Thank you, you look very handsome’ He pulled at the jacket as you locked your door. ‘I was not sure about the tie’ He muttered.

You looked at him. ‘It’s wonderful, absolutely perfect’ He looked up at you through his lashes. His face lit up and you felt your heart melt, this man was something else, he was perfect. ‘Shall we go?’ He smiled and held out his arm so you. You threaded your arm through his elbow and left your hand on his forearm. ‘Thank you for coming Steve. You’re amazing’ You swore you could have seen a faint blush on his cheeks. ‘Anything’ He breathed and you ducked your head to hide your own blush.

Tonight was going to be perfect, no matter what. With him there, you doubted it could be anything but.

So yeah.....I’ll see you all next week !!!!! I’m off to PARTY !!!!!!!