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Together At Last

Pairing: Sam x reader

Word Count: 923

Summary: Sam and the reader were best friends in high school. What happens when, years later, they stumble across each other on a hunt?

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: I hope you like it!~

You’d known Sam for a long time. You’d met him at school during your last year there, and he quickly became your best friend. All too soon for you, he and his family had left the small town you and your mother were living in during that time period.

You made sure to keep in touch with him. His phone number changed constantly, as did yours, but you’d always stayed in contact.

It was really strange when, recently, he didn’t respond to your calls, e-mails or texts. Two years now, you hadn’t gotten a single word from Sam Winchester, a signal that he was alive and still thinking of you.

‘Maybe,’ you thought as you packed your hunting things in a backpack and slung it over your shoulder, ‘Maybe he’s not thinking of me. Or maybe he’s not alive,’ you sighed at your depressing train of thought and cursed yourself for thinking so much about him even now, two years after you’d had your last contact with Sam and so many years after you’d last seen him.

Cursing yourself under your breath, you shook your head to clear it and headed towards your destination: an abandoned house where ghost sightings had been reported. Armed with rock salt, a pack of matches and a lot of other weapons that would be useless against a ghost but made you feel safer; you made your way up to the house.

You had just closed the door behind you and switched your torch on when you heard a gun being cocked and the bright beam from another person’s torch was in your eyes.

But then the beam was lowered and, in the meagre light it and your own flashlight created, you could barely make out the characteristics of a tall, broad-shouldered man that reminded you too much of...

“Sam?” you choked out in surprise, wondering what the hell he could be doing here.

He didn’t speak. He just flung some water at you from a small bottle held in his hand, and he frowned when the results were negative.

“I’m not a fucking demon,” you hissed at him and drew a silver knife from your belt, slicing a cut across your palm. “And I’m not a shapeshifter either.”

“You can’t be Y/N,” he stated with certainty.

“I can’t? Why’s that, Sam?” you asked, and his frown deepened. “Because Y/N isn’t a hunter. I would’ve known.”

“I am a hunter. And of course you wouldn’t have known -I hadn’t realised you’re a hunter either,” you said in your defence.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this? We’ve talked so many times,” he said, and you rolled your eyes. “I didn’t know you’re a hunter as well, so I couldn’t exactly call you one day and tell you that I’ve been hunting monsters ever since I could walk. Most people don’t even know that monsters exist,” you replied, locking eyes with his.

Even in the too little white light that the torches’ beams cast, his eyes were the same hazel you remembered, his smile -though small right now- was instantly recognisable as Sam.

“You’re so tall now,” you muttered suddenly, and he chuckled. “You’re still beautiful,” he said, and you could have sworn that a small blush coloured his cheeks as he said that, but the lighting was so bad that you weren’t sure.

Unexpectedly, you ran up to him and threw your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. “I’ve missed you,” you said, a grin on your face that could rival the sun in brightness.

“I’ve missed you too. So much,” he muttered.

“Why did you stop replying to my messages and calls?” you asked him, pulling far enough away so you could look at him, but not so far that you would have to take your arms off from around him.

“I wanted to keep you safe. Away from the life of a hunter. I thought that the best way to do that would be to sever all contact with you. It hurt, because you were my best friend, and I...” here, Sam trailed off, and you waited for him to pick up the threads of his sentence, but he never did.

“I wasn’t your best friend, Sam. I still am, if you want to, if you need me. I sure as hell need you,” you muttered, and were elated to see a smile take over the frown that had clouded his face.

“I’m sorry,” he said eventually, “But I...” he hesitated again before taking a deep breath, “I’ve always liked you. More than just friends. Perhaps more than like. It’s as if... I’ve been in love with you all my life, from the moment I met you onwards,” he confessed awkwardly, his voice low in a murmur, and you blushed.

You didn’t respond. Words weren’t really your thing; but actions were. So you stood on your tiptoes, put your arms around Sam’s neck and pressed your lips to his, pulling him into a kiss that held frustration, longing and so many bottled-up feelings. The feel of his tongue against your lips, in your mouth, toying and fighting with your own made your skin tingle and your brain shut down as you gave into the sensations, savouring every single moment.

“Two hunters in love. It’s risky,” you muttered when you pulled away.

“It’s not just risky. It’s mortally perilous,” he responded breathily, a hint of a smirk on his lips.

You giggled as he leaned down to kiss you again.

“And I love it.”

Research

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader

Word Count: 701

Summary: Sam and the reader are doing research, and Dean plays matchmaker.

Warnings: N/A

A/N: Happy birthday to our one and only Sam Winchester, who turns 33 today <3

“It’s just another haunting,” you announced as you relaxed against the back of the couch. You were sitting cross-legged with your laptop on your lap, leaning heavily against Sam’s shoulder. Sam was sitting next to you and you had taken it upon yourself to make him into a gigantic human pillow. You yawned and turned to stifle it in the flannel material of Sam’s red plaid shirt, and then you reached out and rubbed your eyes.

“I’ve been sitting here for nearly five hours, I’m beat,” you said, resting your head on Sam’s shoulder.

“You did a great job though,” Sam said. The praise got to you and you felt a blush rise to your cheeks. You averted your gaze from the laptop screen, on which it was still fixed, and by pure luck it met Dean’s from across the room. Dean was sitting on a chair near the table, eating his pie and taking a break from the endless hours of research, but he was looking at you and Sam with a bright, teasing, spark in his eyes.

“Yeah, she did great, didn’t she, Sammy?” Dean asked his brother with a small smirk. You found the whole situation weird as Sam had been the first to congratulate you on a job well done.

Had you been looking up, you would have seen a blush colour Sam’s cheeks as he chanced a glance at you before glaring at his brother, a scowl on his features.

“Yes,” he grumbled, returning to his laptop and his own extra research.

It was half an hour later that you got up to stretch your sore limbs and grab a bite of something from the small kitchen of the motel room. Dean and Sam were both sitting in their chair and place on the sofa respectively, but the older Winchester immediately leaned forward and directed a smirk at his brother, who had shifted a little on the couch.

“Missing the cuddles already?” he asked teasingly, and this time you actually saw Sam blush and tell his brother to shut up. Suddenly feeling more eager to finish your toast and head back to Sam, you ate the rest of your dinner in almost one bit before heading back to Sam, curling up on the couch ever so slightly closer to him than you had been before.

Dean’s smirk could only widen at that. “I guess someone else is missing the cuddles too,” he said, the teasing glint still in his eyes as he chuckled softly.

The blush that coloured your cheeks was dark, and it only darkened when you leaned your head down to hide your face in Sam’s shirt.

“Over-eager, are we?” Dean’s voice sounded again, and the tease in it wasn’t helping at all.

“What’s your problem, Dean?” Sam finally managed to ask, trying and failing to fight down a blush.

“I don’t have a problem,” Dean quickly replied. “But you two obviously do. You’re so blind you just refuse to see what’s in front of you,” he said, motioning at both you and Sam. “You like each other. A lot. You’re welcome,” with that, he got up and stalked out of the motel room while you were just left staring incredulously at Sam.

Sam was the one courageous enough to speak up. “Is what Dean said true?” he asked cautiously, and you could only nod because yes, what Dean had said was one hundred percent correct.

“You?” you asked back in a small voice, scared of what the answer might be.

But you got no reply, at least none in spoken words. Instead, he leaned closer to you, cupping your cheek with his hand as he pulled you in for a slow, gentle kiss that left your lips tingling and your stomach tightening with excitement and nerves. You ran your hand through his hair and pushed him back so that he was on the back on the couch and you were kissing him with kisses that because increasingly rough.

Your breath was taken away as his hands ran up and down your sides and his lips continued to attack yours. It was magical. It was perfect. It was exactly what you’d always dreamed of.

Somehow Supernatural

Chapter 2: It's All Starting to Feel Real

Tags: poc!oc, gn!oc, teen!oc, panic attack, heavy cursing, Dean always needs his own warning, self-deprecating thoughts, mentions of anxiety, Cas not taking a hint, Deanstiel (or whatever the fuck Dean and Cas's ship name is), general chaos

Summary: The Winchesters and Cas have a meeting about Casey. It doesn't go too well, and Casey realizes what shit their stuck in.

Words: 2,675

I kinda felt like I was gonna vomit. Not because I needed to vomit, but because my tum-tum was doing flips and turns like a fucking rollercoaster due to my crippling anxiety. Usually, I would do little exercises that helped me regulate like my mom taught me, but that just reminded me that I was in a different universe where I might not be able to see my mom - or anyone I knew in real life - ever again. These consistent, little thoughts did not help my already upside-down stomach.

I was sitting in the bunker, in the room with the table that has the big map of the world. I liked to call this room the “meeting room” when I watched the show because… they met people in the meeting room. Come on, it was like the foyer of the bunker so everyone had to pass through it to fight and argue and shiz.

Anyway, I was sitting in the meeting room surrounded by men that I never thought I’d ever meet in person. Maybe the reason for my anxious tum was because of the “omg-smexy-men-are-staring-at-me” effect. If so… give me an anxiety stomach ache every day.

Dean sat straight across from me at the map table. Even though he wasn’t in pouncing position anymore, he was still on guard; which, I mean, valid. All that shit he’s gone through definitely made him a tough cookie. 

Castiel was standing right behind Dean’s chair like a guardian angel. I mean, literally right behind. He was basically breathing down the hunter's neck. Maybe he liked the smell.

And Sam.

Oh. Sammy. Boy!

He had his ass sat directly on the table and was staring at me in wonder. Sam’s hair was hanging in his face at an angle that was just… perfect. It was also the perfect length, not short enough to make him look like he was 15 and not long enough where he looked crusty. Did I mention that he looked fucking perfect? Honestly, if I didn’t know any better I would’ve thought Sam was the angel.

No offense, Cas.

All three attractive men were gathered around the meeting table to discuss me. Me! I was kinda feeling myself and basking in the attention that I was getting from multiple hot men before I realized something a bit alarming.

Dean, Castiel, and Sam… were deciding what to do with me. I wouldn’t put it past Dean if he decided to kill me or abandon me in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. He doesn’t seem like the type to have a father instinct for just some random teen.

…or maybe whoever’s body I’m occupying is important to him.

“Y’all gonna talk or just stare?” I asked. Yes, during my whole internal monologue full of ogling men and withering away from anxiety, not a single person talked. They gave each other looks, but they didn’t utter a word. 

Someone finally decided to speak up after realizing how weird they were being.

“So…” Sam started. He had his hand thoughtfully under his chin. I thought I might mention it because it almost took me out, “You just appeared out of nowhere?”

“I mean, I guess so. I’m just as confused as you guys are,” I spin in my chair, “Honestly, I thought I was just having one of my regularly scheduled psychedelic dreams but then, I woke up with Dean in my face.”

“A dream?” Castiel asked.

“Yeah, dude, a dream. I was basically floating in this void and then I started hearing someone telling me to wake up and then… Dean’s face.” I took another twirl in my chair. 

The guys looked like they were trying to solve a puzzle. They had their thinking caps on full blast, you should have seen their faces. 

“Did you try the usual holy water, sliver, cross stuff?” Sam turned to Dean in question.

“Yeah,” Dean replied.

I get trying to make sure I’m not a bad type of baddie, but he could have used his non-dominant hand so it wouldn’t be as hard cause damn. That shit really hurt.

“They didn’t try to attack you?” Sam continued.

“No.”

“Then, I think we should be good for now. We can let them stay here since they seem discombobulated,” Bless you, Sam. You’re the greatest of all these fuckers.

“But if they try anything, they're out,” Cas nodded along with Dean’s words. The angel barely even looked like he was listening to what Dean was actually saying, “And if we figure out you were lying about who you are, I will find a way to send you to hell. Trust me.” 

Go shit on a brick, Dean. And you too Cas, agreeing with Dean like a lost puppy. 

“Okay…” I muttered. I didn’t really like the idea of dying, especially if it was in someone else’s body, but what could I have done? Said no? Been kicked to the curb? I’m not really worth anything to them so-

…wait.

“You never told me, whose body is this?” 

All of a sudden, it got a little awkward. Sam’s cheeks were pink and Dean was avoiding my eyes. Even Cas looked a little weird.

“Well-” Dean started.

“We-” 

“Sam found the kid on a hunt and couldn’t help but save them. They almost died, but Sammy got Cas to heal them,” Dean blurted. Sam’s face turned a dark red now that the truth was out to the masses.

“W-well you cared about them enough to train them!” Sam retorted. Now it was Dean’s turn for a red face. 

“You brought them stacks of books!”

“You made them your big bacon breakfast…three times! I can barely get you to cook for me!”

“You eat salad. I’m not making a fucking salad for a meal!” 

“It’s good for your body! Your body will rot away from all the red meat you eat!”

“At least I’m not eating rabbits' food!”

“You know,” Cas finally piped up, “The kid was bound to die.”

Silence. Damn, dude. That was a bit harsh, wasn’t it? From what I heard just now, the Winchester brothers really liked this kid. It kind of makes me feel bad for pushing them from their own body, but… what was Cas saying?

“They were meant to die the night of the hunt. Right on the floor of their living room where you found them. It was their fate. It was a miracle I was able to heal them and it was almost impossible for them to survive a month like they did,” Sam and Dean were getting pissed. Castiel - bless his heart - didn’t seem to notice, “They were never supposed to have formed relations with you two because you weren’t supposed to meet them while they were still alive.”

Poor Cas and his sucky communication skills. Now due to his harsh words, the angel’s collar was being winkled by Dean’s man hands. Castiel didn’t look alarmed at all. I wasn’t sure if it was because Dean was a mere human or because the majority of the Supernatural fandom was right about these two.

“Shut up,” Dean seethed. Sam was hovering behind Dean either waiting his turn to get a lick in or making sure Dean didn’t take it too far. I was now feeling really bad because this was all making a bit of sense. I finally understood why Castiel didn’t seem fazed by my sudden appearance, why he’s been saying all this shit about how this person should be dead already.

Speaking of Castiel, he was just letting Dean choke him up against the table. I knew he didn’t really need my help in the situation, but I was starting to feel a little awkward just sitting there. It’s way different seeing these men fight when they’re on screen and I’m in a whole other world looking like a mole rat on my couch. 

With courage that I didn’t know I had, I muttered, “Guys… I need to take a shit. Real bad.”

Three pairs of eyes turned to look at me in… surprise? Disgust? Both? It didn’t really matter what they thought of my statement, all that mattered was Castiel’s insensitive words were forgotten. For now.

Fingers combing through his hair, Sam sighed, “Come on then,” he said, walking off. He expected me to follow him and I did. To the best of my ability. He’s got long fucking legs, so he’s got even longer fucking strides. I had to practically run and I’m of average height!

Sam finally stopped at the door to the bathroom. I didn’t actually have to shit, but I figured I could use this opportunity of aloneness to recoup, realign, and do all things zen. 

Closing the door to the bathroom, I let out a breath that I didn’t realize I was holding. Today was one of the weirdest days of my life. I wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad weird yet, but it was weird. I never thought I would travel to a different universe. I never thought I would ever meet the Winchesters. I never thought I would get to walk with my own two feet - mostly - through the bunker that I’ve adored for years. 

What the hell brought me here? I wasn’t really complaining, but I still have to wonder. Was this planned? Was this person’s body kept alive for me to go in it? Do I have to save this world somehow? Am I connected to something here? Was this fate like Castiel mentioned?

I sat on the toilet seat feeling pretty lost. I wasn’t sure why it was so bright in the fucking bathroom, but it was bothering me so I slammed my face onto my lap. It was dark and warm and what I really needed at the moment. 

I know, a really sharp change in my emotions, but that’s just how it be sometimes. Perhaps being alone right now wasn’t the best decision. Usually, being alone worked, but now it felt like there were 20-pound weights on my shoulders, and it was getting kind of hard to breathe. It was also really hot, so I started squirming on the toilet seat like that was gonna cool me off.  I don’t know what I thinking because that’s not how heat works.

Then, I thought I could sit on the floor and continue my deep ponder about how the fuck I got into this situation, but I finally realized I was having a panic attack and didn’t really want to move. I found that if I moved, I would black out or it would be 10 times worse, but who knows, maybe this body works differently.

So, I moved to the floor. The floor was nice and cool, but then I started thinking about spiders because I was on the floor in an underground bathroom and spiders here really made sense. I wanted to get back on the toilet, but my body didn’t wanna listen. So now, I was a lump of a human on the bathroom floor that was probably shivering, but I couldn’t really feel my body anymore.

I wonder why when my body’s panicking my thoughts are calmer than when my body’s not panicking. It doesn’t really make sense. Like, none of my thoughts were screaming at me or telling me to do stupid shit. They were just calmly saying stuff like ‘you should get up’ or ‘there might be spiders here’ or ‘your probably gonna die, but take your time’. 

Yeah, the calm thoughts were definitely worst.

Now I recognized the feeling of tears falling down my face and I felt pretty pathetic. I mean, what the fuck was I crying for? Nothing was wrong. They hadn’t killed me yet. I’d always wanted to travel to another world, but I guess my body couldn’t take it. Wait! This wasn’t even my fucking body!

“So goddamn pathetic,” I wheezed. My right cheek was pressed against the floor and when I talked I could feel the tears smearing all over the place and it gave me the ick, but I couldn’t stop myself from crying. 

I love to mention the fact that I have a superiority complex, but I never talk about the opposite of that. My dandy ‘you’re a fucking loser and will never do anything in your life’ complex. It always sneaks up on me at the worst times, like when I’m supposed to be enjoying myself in another universe for crying out loud, and makes me feel more worthless than - fucking - everything. It makes me wanna crawl into a hole and never come back out.

Feeling worthless and having a panic attack simultaneously isn’t the best. It means not only can you not breathe, but you also don’t feel like trying. So, I laid on the floor of the bathroom and didn’t do any of the breathing exercises that my therapist taught me. I just waited to black out.

“Hey, kid, you doing okay in there?” Sam’s voice sounded so far away. I could barely hear it. My lungs were starting to hurt from lack of air, so I curled my aching body into a pathetic little ball.

Pathetic.

“Did you hear me?” Sam sounded. I didn’t move a muscle. I wasn’t surprised when I heard his footsteps getting farther from the door. Of course, he would abandon me. Even I would abandon myself. I was so damn pathetic that I didn’t deserve to be cared for.

Bang!

“Kid! What the hell?” Sam’s voice was now closer. Was it odd that I could smell him? Was I really that desperate for someone that I was imagining things?

So fucking pathetic.

Strong arms lifted me off the floor. I was now pushed against a firm chest and not cold tiles. I don’t think I was imagining this, but I wasn’t gonna get my hopes up. I couldn’t see much because of the tears, so I just snuggled deeper into Sam’s flannel.

More footsteps approached. More voices.

“What the hell happened?”

“They were in the bathroom and I heard sobbing, but they wouldn’t answer the door.”

“Are they hurt?” 

“No, I think they’re having a panic attack.”

“A what?”

“A panic attack, Dean. I’m just gonna get them to lay down somewhere other than the floor.”

“The floor? Did they pass out?”

Sam brushed my hair back to see my face, “Maybe. They’re awake now.”

When we got to the couch, Sam put me down and crouched in front of me. He was looking into my eyes while I was trying to look at his. 

“Breathe with me,” Sam whispered gently. 

I tried to do what he said, but my lungs were burning. Every breath I tried to take would come out shaky or devolve into a sob. Sam slowly took my hands, giving me a chance to pull away, and continued breathing with me. It took a while, but soon I was breathing steadily and my crying had stopped.

“You okay?” Sam asked.

I nodded.

“You want some water?” 

I nodded again.

“Dean?” Sam turned to his brother that was standing behind him, “Mind getting them some water?”

Before Dean could move Castiel appeared with a glass of water in hand. I hadn’t even noticed he had left. The angel handed me the glass and while I gulped it down, he stayed hovered over me. He looked really worried, but I wasn’t sure why.

“Does this happen a lot?” Sam questioned. His hand was still holding one of mine. It was comforting.

“Yeah,” I croaked, “No big deal.”

“Is there something wrong with them?” The shorter brother asked.

“Nah, I’m just kinda sensitive,” I huffed, “Kind of hoped I wouldn’t have to deal with that in this body.”

“Sorry you have to,” said Sam, “I know how it feels.”

Well, well, well. One of my personal headcannons was true. 

I gave Sam a smile and finally let go of his hand. I didn’t really wanna talk about this anymore.

“So, you guys got anything to eat?”

I used my own experience with panic attacks to write the scene in this chapter, so if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all.

AN: loved this chapter sm. I really like the tone of this fanfiction and I'm gonna try to keep it like this so when it gets dark... well- it doesn't get too depressing.

Hope you enjoyed!

Sam Tells You He Loves You For The First Time

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe he did mean them the same way you did.

@lilacs-lavender

First Dance - Wedding

You sat with Sam giggling. He looked amazing in his black suit. He was smiling widely at something Dean had just said. Sam’s hand landed on your thigh and he squeezed it through the dress. You looked away from the elder Winchester to your now husband. He leaned forwards and pressed his lips to yours before pulling away quickly. ‘You look beautiful’ He breathed. You laid your hand over his and smiled. ‘You’ve told me that about a million times today’ He laughed and kissed you again. ‘It’s true’ You blushed.

You shrugged looking down at the dress you were wearing. It wasn’t much, just a simple sweetheart lace dress. It was something you and Jo had gotten, Jo being your bridesmaid for the ceremony. ‘Thank you, husband’ You giggled and his smile spread. It lit up the room. You almost melted there and then. ‘God, I love that’ He leaned forwards again pressing his lips firmly to yours.

You sighed contently leaning into the taller Winchester. Your hand reached up to the side of his face. ‘Oi, Sammy’ You all heard and you pulled away from Sam. Your face went bright red when you realised everyone was looking at you. There wasn’t many people gathered here just friends and family. Neither of you had wanted a large wedding. You only needed the people closest to you.

Dean clapped Sam on the shoulder laughing. ‘Why don’t you save that for tonight buddy and get out there now?’ He winked at you both. ‘What?’ He asked. But chuckled when he heard your song playing over the speakers.

Sam stood and held out his hand to you. ‘May I have this dance Mrs Winchester?’ He smiled down at you. Your face lit up at the last part, you could get used to him calling you that. You nodded and took his hand standing quickly.

You gathered up the bottom of the dress as Sam lead you into the small dance floor. He turned you into him. His hand landed on your waist and he pulled you towards him. He readjusted your hands and you reached p putting your hand on his shoulder. He began to sway gently and you followed his lead.

He smiled looking down at you and you met his eyes. He smiled widely. ‘I know you don’t like all the eyes on you but just pretend it’s just you and me’ He whispered as the music played in the background. He pressed a kiss to your forehead. You smiled up at him nodding. He spun you and you giggled. You weren’t the best dancer but Sam knew what he was doing. He swept you up in his arms and you just needed to follow his lead.

You leaned into him further as he smiled. ‘It’s official’ He chuckled at your statement and nodded. ‘We’re actually married Sam’ Sam threw his head back and laughed a little. ‘Yes, we are. I married the love of my life’ You blushed looking down at his chest. ‘Don’t get all shy on me now Mrs Winchester, you’ve married me now. There’s no going back’ You gasped as he dipped you. Your head fell back and you seen an upside down Dean give you a thumbs up.

Sam whipped you back up and you stumbled a little. Sam turned you easily covering it up so it looked like you didn’t. You giggled and looked up at him. ‘With moves like that I don’t want to’ He chuckled. He let go of your waist and twirled you. You turned back into his arms. ‘Thank you for looking past the life’ He smiled.

He had said something like that during your vows but with your family there he couldn’t go into the whole hunting monsters, demons and angels thing. They didn’t know what Sam did. They thought he was a sales rep travelling the country with his brother for a company of a family friend. ‘You kill monsters Sam. You’re a hero’ You smiled and it was his turn to blush.

You giggled. ‘And yes Sam, you are a hero. To me you are. You’re my hero’ He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips. He stopped dancing pulling you closer. ‘You are Sam Winchester, you’re the best man I’ve ever met and that-that-is only one of the reasons I married you’ He chuckled his hand reaching around to the small of your back and pulling you flush against him as he began swaying slightly.

Silence fell between the two of you. During that silence the song came to an end. Sam looked around as people began to join you on the floor. ‘I love you Mrs Y/n Winchester’ Sam smiled down a twinkle in his hazel eyes. ‘I love you too, my heroic husband’ You whispered as he spun you again.

@jared-padaloveme @lilacs-lavender

Driving home for Christmas! Heat of the moment comes on the radio. Boyfriend starts talking about how hot I think Gabriel Supernatural is. Says he thinks Sam Supernatural is way hotter. He would let Sam Supernatural choke him. He would not let Dean Supernatural choke him. Because Dean Supernatural would start having trauma memories and accidentally kill you. I look out the window. HUGE billboard with the words CAUGHT UP BY LUST? : JESUS SAVES. We laugh in the face of God as he tells us to stop talking about fucking the men from Supernatural.

PREACH BRO P R E A C H🙌🏾

My memory might be serving me incorrectly, but it hurts so bad when i think about Dean confronting Mary in her mind, and dean is listing everything that happened to Sam because of Mary's deal with Azazel, but he doesn't mention ANYTHING about what happened to him: not that he went to hell, was tortured for 40 years, suffered years of abuse from John, almost died multiple other times, became a demon, bore the mark of cain etc etc and i know those arent a direct result of Mary's deal with Azazel, but the whole reason Dean became a hunter was because Mary died and John forced him to, and if Mary hadn't have made that deal she never would have died so early.

I just find it so so interesting and self-depricating when Dean measures in "Sam-sadness" or "Sam-age" when Dean was there too and could so easily say it effected him too, but because Dean has grown up his whole life devaluing his own while protecting Sam to the point of self-destruction, he cant possibly say how old he was at the time, or what happened to him.

I dont know im pretty tired and delirious right now this may or may not make sense?

I very much dislike Joe Harvelle 😒

WTF- she acting so cocky when she’s literally an amateur…..

Bruh the attitude she’s giving Sam and Dean istg. I HATE Characters written like her

All young, cocky, and arrogant, ready to “prove” themselves, but just getting in the way and being annoying and bratty. Not to mention always acting like they know more than the experienced people.😒

ALSO- I can’t tell if it’s the character or the actor but Joe Harvelle just does not fit into the show- :/