Sam Winchester One Shot

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5 years ago

The One I Love, The One I Hate

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Requested - Yes - @halesandy - Hi! Read all of your works in your masterlist and couldn't stop myself from asking #143 with Jared Padalecki or Sam Winchester. Could you please write it?) Thank you in advance and have a nice day ⭐ Thank you for reading my work, I hope you enjoy this!

Prompts - 143 - “Didn’t you two used to hate each other?” “Yeah, but now we hold hands and shit!”

You had only been working on the set of Supernatural for a year and whilst you loved it, there were somethings you wished you could change. Like the fact that your character, Violet, was in a relationship with Jared’s character, Sam. During your first season your two characters danced around each other, both finding each other attractive from their first meeting were Sam saved her from a nest of vampires after she was captured by them. Your character was a hunter and quickly joined forces with Sam and Dean.

You sat in your house and read over the scripts that had been sent over, groaning in dismay as you did. The first episode was fairly boring in the way of Violet and Sam’s romance but by episode three you were both to confess your feelings in a life or death situation, only for the awkwardness to start up when you all lived. There were kissing scenes too, quite a lot of them.

Since your first day on set you and Jared did not get along. You clicked straight away with Jensen and became great friends with him, you would have much preferred for your character to be dating Dean but alas things didn’t always work in your favour. It took some time before you and Misha actually became friends, though you two were friendly enough to each other on set but now the two of you hung out together when you weren’t filming. Jared Padalecki, however, was someone you were just about civil with. The same went for him, though he tries to keep up a friendly appearance whenever a camera or fan is around, the two of you hardly speak to each other and if you do it isn’t exactly friendly.

Sometimes you see Jared completely relaxed and at ease, goofing around with the other men on set and can’t help but yearn for that friendship, it would certainly make things a lot easier on set but you never tried to change the dynamic between you.

Shooting this season was going to be great.

-

“Late on the first day, Y/L/N.” Was the first thing you heard as you practically fell through the hair and makeup trailers door. You let out an annoyed sigh before collapsing into your chair, smiling gratefully at the PA who handed you a drink.

“Bite me, Padalecki.” You shot back before taking a sip of your drink, relaxing ever so slightly.

“Come on now, Y/N. This season is going to be great; I mean what’s better than our romance finally blossoming.” Jared laughed as he watched you roll your eyes.

Besides Jared’s early morning annoyances throughout the duration of your hair and makeup prep, it was actually really great to be back on set and before long you were walking towards the set ready to start shooting.

“Y/N.” You heard someone call and turned around to seeing Jensen jogging towards you.

“Hey!” You greeted him happily, hugging him back as he pulled you into his chest.

“How was your break?” He asked as the two of you continued on your way to set, exchanging stories from your break. Just as you were about to step into the room Jensen placed a hand on your forearm, stopping you in place. You frowned up at him in confusion.

“Listen, I know you and Jared don’t exactly get on,” He started but was cut off by you snorting.

“Understatement.” You laughed.

“I know you don’t get on,” Jensen repeated, rolling his eyes but smiling fondly, “But I just wanted to make sure you were going to be ok this season, you’re going to be working with him more than anyone.”

“I hope you gave him the same talk.” You mumbled. “But I’m a professional, this is my job and I’m not going to let my feelings get in the way of that. Trust me, I’m good.” You reassured him. You knew how many people watched this show, how they could pick up on any real-life tension that managed to sneak into the show. You could push your feelings to the side for them.

“I did give him the same talk, just so you know.” He said as the two of you entered the room.

“Good.” Was all you said before making your way over to the director who called you.

-

“They don’t know Violet.” Castiel murmured quietly, but in the already silent room he may as well of shouted it. You felt a coldness seep through your bones as you shivered. Sam immediately took notice and rested his hand on top of yours.

The four of you were sat in a diner trying to figure out how to deal with some demons who had information but were not willing to deal with Winchesters any more, no matter what the boys offered in return.

“No way, Cas.” Sam said, squeezing your hand. “It’s not safe.”

“I can deal with demons.” You defended, pulling your hand out from under Sam. “I’ll do it.” You said to Dean instead.

“I know you can deal with demons, Vi, but this is too dangerous. They know you’re important to us and if they have you, well, whatever they want from us they’ll have.” Sam explained, looking at you with those puppy dog eyes.

“The way I see it you have two options. One; send me in, they don’t know me, or two; we sit around with our thumbs up our arse whilst the demons and Lucifer continue on with their plan.” You told them, anger dripping from your tone.

“If Lucifer gets a hold of you, Vi…” Sam began but trailed off with haunted eyes. “It’s a risk we aren’t taking. I’m sorry but there has to be another way.” Sam pleaded as he held your hand again.

“And cut!” The director yelled, “Perfect guys, good job.”

You were quick to pull your hand away from Jared causing him to laugh, he threw his arm behind you to rest on the booth.

“Seriously, if holding my hand is so bad, wait until we kiss.” You rolled your eyes as you left the booth, heading over to the table that held food and bottles of water.

You loved working on Supernatural but sometimes it could be draining.

-

The first two episodes were wrapped up and it had gone relatively smoothly, a few arguments here and there between Jared and yourself but nothing that wasn’t solved by a small break. However, today was the day were you and Jared were filming your love confession scene and it was already going terribly.

An hour in and twelve takes later you still had no usable footage.

Violet jumped as a hand grabbed hers, whipping round only to relax as she saw Sam in front of her with a blade. She let herself give a quiet sigh of relief as she looked up at the man.

“Vi,” Sam whispered, looking just as bloody and bad as you did, “we can’t get out, we need a plan.”

The two of you surveyed the room, trying to see if there was anything, anything at all, that could get you out of the small, dark room. However, there was little in there, a raggedy blanket, a few empty bottles and some rotten food.

It was hopeless, you were going to die.

“Hey, hey, look at me.” Sam said as he saw your panic, taking your face into his hands. “You’re gonna be ok, we’re gonna get out.”

“Cut!” The director yelled a fifteenth time, causing you to groan and push Jared away. “It’s too stale guys! I know you have your differences but you gotta work together here. Take a break, let’s get Jensen and Misha in here and film them.” The director said to the room before turning to you and Jared again. “Take a break together, see if you can fix this.” He said before walking away.

“He’s right.” Was all you could say, you knew your acting was stoic, no matter how hard you tried there was something about Jared. The same went for Jared, he was a great actor but when it came to you it was terrible.

“I know.” Jared agreed with you, before continuing, “C’mon, we can go to my trailer and work something out.”

-

You were sitting in Jared’s trailer anxiously tugging on your sleeve as Jared sat next to you silently. The two of you had no idea where to start, not really able to pinpoint exactly when things had gotten so bad that you couldn’t act together.

“I don’t know why you hate me so much,” Jared began but didn’t get very far as you cut him off immediately, eyes wide in shock.

“Seriously?” You asked, voice soft, “You’re the one who was cold towards me, sure we never really clicked but you acted like I wasn’t even onset until the director yelled action. I followed your lead.” You told him truthfully. Sure, you hadn’t gotten along straight away but it was Jared who started the arguments, it was Jared who acted like you didn’t exist.

“That’s not what happened and you know it.” He argued, though there was no heat to his words.

“Yes, it was, I know we didn’t hit it off instantly but you shot down anything chance of us getting along.” You shot back, refusing to look at him and instead stared straight ahead.

“I only started the comments as a way to ease whatever tension was between us. It was meant to be a joke but when it wasn’t taken as one, I just left it but you shot back and then it spiralled.” He sighed, knowing he’d messed up.

“We’re idiots.” You laughed but there was no humour to it.

“We are.” Jared agreed.

The two of you spoke for a little longer, trying to erase a years’ worth of hurtful comments and arguments. It obviously wasn’t going to be solved with one conversation but it was a start. At some point Jared suggested you two rehearsed and so you did, rehearsing until the PA called you back onto set.

-

You woke up in a dark room, head aching as you tried to look around. You could see nothing of importance in the room and the door was too far away for you whilst your leg was hurt, you were sure you felt blood gushing from it.

You let out a quiet groan, letting your head hit the wall only to let out a hiss of pain as it came into contact. You nearly yelled as you felt something grab your hand, jumping as you tried to pull it back.

“Vi, hey, relax it’s me.” Sam said, his voice soft, barely above a whisper, causing you to relax ever so slightly. “There’s no way out, no windows, locked door.” He informed you causing your panic to flare up but Sam was there straight away, kneeling in front of you and cupping your face into his hand. You couldn’t help but tilt your head into his touch causing him to smile slightly. “We’re going to get out, I promise, you’ll be ok.”

“How?” You croaked; voice hoarse from shouting earlier. “You said it yourself, there’s no way out and they took our weapons. We’re screwed.” You felt Sam’s thumb brushing soothingly against your cheek, causing you to relax despite the panic building up.

The two of you stayed silent as you heard the floorboards creek from outside, holding your breath until the steps passed the door and continued down the hallway.

“What about Cas?” You asked hopefully but frowned as Sam shook his head.

“I’ve tried praying but,” Sam trailed off, glancing around the room to emphasis the lack of angel there.

“So what? We sit here and wait to die?” You snapped as panic coursed through your veins.

“No, we wait for someone to open the door and we fight our way out.” Sam said but he didn’t sound so sure about the plan.

“I don’t know if you noticed but I was stabbed in the leg.” You reminded him causing him to curse and pull his hand away from your face so he could examine your leg. It wasn’t too deep but you had definitely lost a fair bit of blood.

You watched as Sam ripped a piece of his shirt and wrapped it around your wound, frowning as he did so.

You both froze again as you heard the sound of the door being unlocked. A demon in a black suit walking in with a cocky look on his face.

“Let her go!” Sam barked before the demon could open its mouth.

“Temper, temper.” It purred, walking over to the two of you. “But why would we let her go when she’s the one we want?”

“She has nothing to do with this! Lucifer wants me!” Sam positioned himself in front of you protectively and as much as you appreciated it you knew it would do little to hold the demon off if it wanted you.

“Are you going to say yes to him?” It asked, voice full of humour. “Didn’t think so. But because we’re oh so nice, we’ll give you a choice.”

“Oh yeah, bite me.” Sam snapped.

“Ah, ah, now don’t tempt me.” It sang. “Either say yes to Lucifer or we get the girl and she looks delicious.” It said, looking at you and licking its lips as it shivered in pleasure at the thoughts running through its mind.

“You’re not getting her and I’m not saying yes.” The demon just looked pleased as Sam protested.

“Say your goodbyes.” It cackled before leaving the room, smirking at you as it did.

“Sam,” You called, getting his attention, he was immediately facing you. “Let them have me, do not say yes. Promise me Sam!” You begged as tears clouded your vision.

“Vi,” He whispered brokenly, his own tears falling down his face as he looked at you with those puppy dog eyes.

“Promise me, Sam, you have to promise me you won’t say yes.”

“I promise, Vi. I’ll get you back. There’s so many things I wanted to tell you but nothing more than I love you, Violet, so damn much and I’m going to get you back.” He swore, voice hard even as the tears flowed.

“I love you too.” You cried, your own tears falling uncontrollably down your face. “I love you so much, I know you’ll get me but don’t do anything stupid.”

Before Sam could reply there were demons in the room and you were flashed out of the room, getting one last look at the man you loved.

“And cut!” The director yelled and you could hear the grin in his voice. “That was perfect, you two were great, keep up the good work.” He praised before wondering off.

You wiped your eyes from where you sat on the floor before you saw a hand come into view and saw Jared offering it to you. You let the man pull you up and smiled as he brushed away your tears.

“You ok?” He asked, feeling the effects of the scene himself. You nodded at him, smiling softly. “Good. He was right, you know, you were great.”

“Thank you, you weren’t so bad yourself.” You smirked at him, causing him to roll his eyes and smile back at you.

“C’mon, we could both use some water.”

-

From then on filming the rest of the season was a breeze. Jared and you still argued and picked fights with each other but it was all in good nature now. Being on set was much more enjoyable and your acting had improved greatly now that you actually got along with your scene partner.

However, at some point you realised that maybe you had started getting on too well with Jared as you noticed yourself feeling giddy around him, blushing and just wanting to generally be with him whenever you could. You felt like you were back in high school with a crush. Sometimes you missed the times when you thought you hated the man.

It was getting harder to control too, especially since you had to kiss the man on an almost daily basis, several dozen times a day. God, could that man kiss.

The two of you hung out more together on set, though kept it to yourselves mostly. Sometimes you’d rehearse, sometimes you’d have dinner together and sometimes, like now, you’d find yourself cuddled into his chest as a movie played on the tv in front of you, though you had to admit you weren’t paying much attention to the movie but more so on the hand that absentmindedly played with your hair.

Sometimes it was like Jared knew and he was just playing with you. You knew he wasn’t and that you were just paranoid but between the soft smiles you traded and the peaceful nights spent like this, it was heart-breaking but you knew you wouldn’t put a stop to it. If this was the only way you could have him, then you’d take it.

-

“Hey, can we talk?” Jared asked as he jogged up to you after a long, draining day of filming. The words filled you with dread but a bigger part of you just wanted to collapse on the nearest bed.

“Sure.” You agreed tiredly, suppressing a yawn, causing Jared to smile softly at you.

“C’mon, my trailer’s closer.” It didn’t take long for the two of you to arrive at Jared’s trailer where he quickly made drinks and the two of you practically fell into the sofa.

“So, what’s up?” You said after a few minutes of sitting silently on the sofa, watching a Jared fidgeted with the mug in his hand.

“Right.” He began, clearing his throat and shifting so he was sitting with one leg crossed underneath him so that he could face you properly. “It’s just that, I mean, we’re getting along with each other now and I guess, well I mean I knew even when we didn’t get along but still…” Jared continued to ramble as you struggled to make sense of his words.

“Jared.” You interrupted softly, “what’s going on?” You asked in confusion, watching as Jared shook his head before taking a deep breath.

“I like you. I have for a while now, even when we didn’t get along. There’s always been something about you and I’m fine if you’d rather just be friends but I thought you should know.” Jared quickly explained, you just about made out the fast-spoken words but once you did you let out a small, shocked laugh that had Jared’s face falling so you quickly explained.

“Wait, no, I like you too!” You exclaimed. “I just thought with all our history that you’d never like me and I’d accepted that. Sorry, I’m just shocked.” You laughed as Jared let out a sigh of relief.

“So, does this mean I can take you out on a date?” He asked with a large smile that was contagious.

“It does.” You grinned and the two of you stayed on the couch talking for most of the night. The two of you agreed just to keep this to yourselves, not wanting to disrupt the cast or the flow of filming if this didn’t work out.

You woke up the next morning with a sore neck, leaning against Jared.

-

You and Jared had been on several dates and everything was going great. You decided to wait until for a month or two before telling people but that went out of the window when the two of you were in Jared’s trailer one day after shooting.

The two of you only had a few scenes you needed to shoot that day and had gotten everything wrapped in just a few hours, whereas Misha and Jensen had a later start so wouldn’t be done for a few more hours at most. You and Jared had taken that time to go back to his trailer and watch a movie. At some movie watching turned into completely ignoring the screen in favour of making out with each other, losing track of time.

Neither of you heard the knock or the trailer door opening but you did hear Jensen’s voice, as he looked at the two of you with a raised eyebrow.

You and Jared quickly pulled away from each other, putting space between the two of you as you both looked up at Jensen with sheepish smiles.

“Didn’t you two used to hate each other?” He asked but didn’t sound too shocked.

“Yeah, but now we hold hands and shit!” Jared laughed, causing both you and Jensen to roll your eyes.

“Sure, whatever makes you two happy,” Jensen grinned as he slapped Jared’s shoulder. “There’s a group of us going out, are you two coming?”

The three of you left the trailer and Jared and you decided to just enjoy each other’s company in public too, you were both happy and even if something didn’t end up working out you were professionals.

-

“I don’t know what’s worse,” Misha laughed into the microphone, “being onset with Jared and Y/N now or when they didn’t get along.”

“Definitely now.” Jensen answered with an eye roll causing you to giggle and lean into Jared, who had an arm wrapped around you. “At least when they hated each other they stormed away from each other, now they’re joined at the hip. I mean look at them.” He continued causing the crowd to erupt into screams and cheers.

You and Jared had been dating for a year, six months in you announced it on social media and now conventions were a lot easier when you didn’t have to pretend you weren’t dating Jared. Still being relatively new to these conventions, it was nice to have Jared with you to sooth any anxiety you got. He was more than happy to find a quiet place and sit with you.

A year into it, your relationship was great, sure you two still argued but it was all done with love. None of those hurtful words that were thrown around when you first met. Sometimes working with your boyfriend was a lot, seeing him all day and then going back to the trailers but you’d both worked through it and now it was great. You had moved in with each other in Texas when you weren’t shooting and you loved living down there.

As you looked at Jared, who was jokingly defending your relationship, you couldn’t help but smile at him. Who would have thought the man you once hated would turn out to be the man you loved?

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5 years ago

Magic Always Comes With A Price

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Requested - Yes - Anon - can you do a Dean x reader getting together fic with prompts 54, 178, 76 and 200? Thanks.

Prompts - 54 - “Magic always comes with a price.” 178 - “Normally I wouldn’t be caught dead making a deal with you yet here we are…” 76 - “This place gives me the creeps.” 200 - “You’re in love with her.”

The hunt was going as well as it could be considering you three were dealing with a witch. You liked them as much as Dean did, they gave you the creeps but this one was killing men. You’d yet to find a motive but all the men had something in common, they were all in love with somebody but hadn’t confessed their feelings to the person. You figured out the connection when you’d spoken to a best friend of the victim and then another girl who claimed she knew the second victim loved her but he never made a move. You just couldn’t figure out why she was killing them.

It was a few days in when the three of you finally managed to find the witches home, a small cabin in the woods. It was the definition of creepy killer and you straightened up as you approached the house. The three of you snuck in after Dean had gotten the door open, the house was in darkness so you assumed it was empty.

“This place gives me the creeps.” You said quietly into the room as you picked up a skull you were sure belonged to a human at some point.

“Yeah, you and me both.” Dean muttered as he took the skull from you and placed it down. “Don’t touch anything, just in case.” He told you.

You had joined the Winchester’s just over two years ago and couldn’t deny your feelings for the older Winchester. The two of you flirted constantly but nothing more came from it so you kept your feelings to yourself, not wanting to ruin the family you had found with Sam, Dean and Cas.

The witch didn’t even announce herself, didn’t start monologue like most did, instead she murmured a few words that drew your attention to her but before any of you could raise your gun, she had shot her own spell and vanished.

“Fuck!” You yelled as you lowered your arm. “We had her!”

“Y/N,” You heard Sam whisper, his voice thick with emotion. You turned around to look at him in confusion before following his gaze to see Dean on the floor, unnaturally still.

“Dean.” You called, not moving as you prayed to all those dicks in heaven that he wasn’t dead. You took a deep breath moving closer, not looking away from him as you placed your hand on his neck, trying desperately to find a pulse. “Dean.” You said again, your own voice thick now as you tried to hold back the tears.

You let out a gasp of relief when you felt a pulse, faint as it may have been, he was alive.

“The witches spell keeps them alive for a day, Y/N.” Sam told you making his way over to you and Dean.

“What makes you think it’s the same spell?” You asked in confusion, “That spell only works on people in love with someone and that’s not Dean.”

You watched as Sam gave you those wide eyes, like he was desperate to talk but couldn’t.

“Trust me, it’s the same spell. We have a day to solve this, Y/N/N.” Sam told you urgently, desperate to save his brother. He wasn’t even sure Dean knew he was in love with you but the fact that the spell worked only confirmed what Sam had already known. He watched as your face crumbled upon hearing that Dean was in love, if only the two of you just talked.

-

You had hours left to find a cure.

You and Sam had both been awake for 19 hours trying desperately to find anything that would help Dean. The two of you knew how this would end if you didn’t and you couldn’t lose Dean.

You were skimming through a book though you knew it was useless, neither of you had any idea what the witch had used in her spell so there was no way to counteract it. You were running out of options when a thought entered your mind, a thought you knew could easily get you killed.

“Where are you going?” Sam asked as you through your coat on and headed for the door.

“Potential lead,” You told him, “Stay with Dean and keep looking in case this doesn’t pan out.”

And with that you went back to the witches’ house. It was a long shot, the chances of her being there were slim to none, not after you’d discovered where she lived, but you were pleasantly surprised to see the lights out and smoke rising from the chimney as you pulled up in front of the house.

“Hello dearie,” The witch beamed as you stepped into the house, gun aimed at her steadily, “So sorry about your loss.” She cackled causing you to shoot your gun, aiming above her head causing her to lose the grin.

“Fix him.” You demanded, your gaze was hard and your words were cold.

“Um, nope, don’t think I will.” She told you, smirking as she did. You felt yourself shake with anger and you grounded yourself as best you could. You couldn’t screw up here, not with Dean’s life on the line.

“Fix him.” You said through gritted teeth.

“I already told you,” She said in exasperation, “I’m not fixing him. Not for free anyway.” She told you, smirking evilly as she watched your face, seeing the exact moment the words registered with you.

“Normally I wouldn’t be caught dead making a deal with you yet here we are…What do you want? I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” She asked you and you nodded in confirmation. You’d do anything to make sure Dean was safe there was no doubt within you. “Good, good, then, I want your love.” She told you causing you to frown.

“My love?” You asked in confusion.

“Love is the most powerful feeling of them all, above happiness, above anger, greed, shame, disgust. Love is the most magical, the most beneficial and you, my dearie, are filled with love. Sure, there’s anger and determination under it but above everything you feel love. I want it.” She growled. You thought it over in your head, not really understanding but knew the answer you were going to give. If it saved Dean Winchester you would give her your love.

“Fine, take it. Just fix Dean.” You pleaded, not wanting to beg but there were hours left before Dean would die.

“We have a deal then?” She asked, taking a step closer to you. You felt the room go cold as she did, a shiver ran down your back as you gulped.

“Deal.” You said and a moment later you were on the floor clutching your chest, withering in pain as you panted, no noise able to come out of your mouth.

You barely saw the witch crouch down in front of you but heard the warning she gave.

“Magic always comes with a price.”

-

Sam watched in shock as Dean sat up panting for breath as he did. He was by his brothers’ side straight away wondering what on earth you had done to save Dean.

Sam brought Dean up to speed with what he could and when he finished, he said something that made Dean freeze.

“You’re in love with her.”

Before Dean could respond, whether to confirm or deny what Sam had said, you walked through the door looking a mess. Your hair was wild and there was still a gleam of sweat on you but it was the eyes that made both brothers stop; eyes that were usually full of life looked dead.

“Y/N,” Sam began slowly, “what did you do?”

-

Both brothers were furious with you but understood what you did. Now they were sat on the bed trying to figure out how to get your love back from the witch. Dean watched you as you sat in front of him, he knew Sam was right he did love you and now he might never even get a chance to be with you because of this damned witch.

“The only thing we keep coming back to is killing her.” Sam said causing Dean to look away from you and up at his brother who was pacing with the phone in his hands. All evening they’d been looking through books and calling other hunters but nobody had a solution other than to kill her and see where to go from there.

So, the brothers gathered up everything they would need and set off, leaving you behind in the motel. You were glad for it really; you didn’t think you could handle seeing the witch again. You hadn’t realised just how much love filled you until it was taken away and the only thing you could feel was a sadness that settled deep in your bones and coiled tightly around your heart.

-

It had taken hours but the brothers had managed to track and kill the witch. It was actually laughable how easy it had been to kill her, really, she should have suspected they would come after her, nobody hurt somebody they loved and got away with it.

They rooted through her things and finally came upon a sealed glass box that contained a vial of shimmering, almost pure white, energy. The only thing Dean could describe it to was angel grace but different, he could tell it was yours, the pull he felt towards it was all he needed to know and before long him and Sam had found the key to open it and were making their way back to you.

“I’m going to stay here.” Sam told him as he parked the impala up in front of the motel. Dean turned to him in confusion causing Sam to laugh.

“Man, you gotta tell her you love her. You both deserve it.” Sam said and meant it with all his being. If anyone deserved to be happy it was his big brother.

“Yeah, I know. Thanks Sammy.” And with that Dean walked towards his future.

-

“Hey.” Dean said as he walked over to you, vial in hand.

“I’m sorry,” you told him softly, “but I couldn’t just let you die, I might not know much of what I loved right now but I know that you are the most important thing to me and if I can feel that without love then, imagine how I felt with it.” You confessed, eyes filling with tears as the sadness clung to you. Dean watched you and felt his own heart ache.

“Lucky for you we got it back.” He said, trying to grin but failing.

You looked up at him and saw the vial in his hands, finally letting a few tears slide down your face as you did. With shaking hands, you took it from him as Dean sat on the bed next to you, holding your free hand in his.

With a slight look of hesitation, you flipped the lid open as watched as the energy flowed from the bottle and into your mouth, filling you with love and happiness. Tears fell from your eyes faster as you were overwhelmed with the cluster off emotions that filled you so suddenly. Dean was there, holding you against his chest as you sobbed through it, rubbing your back and whispering soothing words that you barely heard.

When everything had calmed down and you felt like yourself again, you took a few breaths and looked up at him. “I love you, Y/N/N, I have for a while but it took me until now to actually realise it and for that I’m so sorry. You’re one of the best things in my life and I don’t wanna lose you so if you ever pull something like this again, you’re dead.” He warned causing you to laugh loudly. Dean smiled down at you as he took in your laugh, your smile, everything. God, there was nowhere else he wanted to be.

“I love you too, so damn much, and I’d do it all over again if it meant you lived.” You told him, meaning each word.

Dean smiled softly at you, a look you couldn’t remember ever seeing on his face, before he leaned down slowly, giving you time to pull away if you wanted, and pressed your lips together.

It was perfect, everything the two of you were waiting for all these months and if it took for a witch to get you two to admit your feelings then well, magic always comes with a price.

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4 years ago

I Really Like Napping With You.

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Requested - Yes - Anon - Hello, could I request a Jared Padalecki x reader story with prompt #188? Basically Jared is in love with the reader and is a big cuddly boy who follows them around everywhere, and he ends up in their trailer and begs them to play with his long hair, up until he feels sleepy and wants to nap with the reader? 💖💖💖

Prompts - 188 - can we nap together?

You were still relatively new to the Supernatural set, originally starting out as a character set to appear in two episodes but somehow ended up signing on to at least two more seasons. At first it was terrifying, everyone else had been on set for a while, they knew each other incredibly well and you were a new face that had the potential to mess that up, but thankfully everyone on set was warm and welcoming, none more so than Jared Padalecki.

Though you told yourself you were a professional there was something about Jared Padalecki that made you want to break your own rule of not dating your co-stars. You knew it had the potential to become incredibly messy and awkward if something were to go wrong but with Jared you couldn’t help but fall for him a little more every day.

The giant of a man turned into a puppy dog around you, he followed you around everywhere, if you were sitting in your chair reading lines or waiting for the scene to commence, Jared wasn’t too far away, always trying to capture your attention and soaking it up like a sponge.

It was a sight to see but Jensen was there witnessing every moment, watching as his best friend fell more and more for you every day. He’d listened to Jared pine, watched as he got drunk at the cast outings and alternated from clinging to you, pulling you into his arms, dragging you onto the dance floor to whining to Jensen about how amazing you were and how he wished you were his.

Yeah, Jensen really hoped his friend got the girl.

Jared knew what he was like around you. He knew he turned into a love sick fool but there was little he could do about it. He worried he was annoying you, constantly talking and touching you but you were always there with a smile and a touch to his arm, a quick caress as you brushed his hair behind his ears. He tried to back off but he just couldn’t, there was something about you that made him weak in the knees.

-

“Y/N!” Jared grinned as he came bounding up to you, you couldn’t help but grin back at him as he pulled you against his chest.

“Hey Jared.” You said softly, wrapping your own arms around him.

There had been a two-week break in filming and everyone was finally back on set and ready to film. Today was going to be a long day for sure, it was an early morning shoot that began at 7am but everyone had to be here hours earlier for hair, makeup and everything else. You could already feel the tiredness and knew you weren’t wrapping up until at least 6pm tonight.

“How was your break?” Jared asked as he pulled away, making sure to keep his arm wrapped around your shoulder as he walked the two of you over to the hair and makeup trailer. You couldn’t help but let your head fall against his chest tiredly, letting him guide your steps as your eyes drifted shut.

“It was good.” You told him as you suppress a yawn causing him to smile softly down at you. “I pretty much did nothing but catch up on work. How was yours?”

“Yeah, it was pretty good.” Jared replied, reciting some of the things he had gotten up to as you listened half-heartedly.

“Here we are.” Jared said as he gently pushed you down into a chair before taking the one right next to you. You leaned forward with a groan, letting your head rest on the counter. Your flight hadn’t gotten in til midnight and the 5am wake up call wasn’t appreciated.

Jared chuckled warmly as he looked at you, completely and utterly in love.

As Trisha came in and began your makeup, Sofia following closely behind to start on Jared, Jared kept up a constant stream of one-sided conversation leaving you to wonder where he got so much energy from. The soft smiles you gave him were encouragement enough for him to continue.

-

Early morning shootings were bad enough.

Early morning emotional, soul destroying shootings were the worst.

It was 10am by this point and you had already cried more times than you could count today for different scenes. You were drinking more caffeine than was probably healthy but without it you probably would start actually crying out of sheer exhaustion.

It was around half one when the director called for a break and you had never been happier for it. Over the six and a half hours of filming you watched as Jared’s own energy started to fade though he was better at hiding it than you were.

You went and sat against one of the back walls of the studio, letting your head fall back and your eyes fall shut. You knew you should go back to your trailer and get as much rest as you could before coming back to film but right now you just needed a second to sit.

You weren’t surprised in the slightest when you heard someone sit down next to you. If it were anyone else you would’ve been annoyed but because it was Jared you just let your head fall against his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

“I can’t wait to be done.” Jared mumbled into your hair and you just hummed your agreement.

Jared looked down at you, frowning in sympathy as he felt the tiredness weighing heavily on him. It was a long day; emotions were high as a result of the heavy scenes that had been filmed and everyone was drained.

“C’mon, let’s go back to the trailers.” Jared murmured as he helped you up, being sure to keep a hand wrapped around you as he led you out of the studio. Your trailer was closer so he led you over and stood by as you unlocked the door and let him in.

The trailer was the same as the others, a small kitchen that was attached to a living area with a sofa and some chairs, past the kitchen led into a bedroom and en-suite bathroom. Jared watched as you flopped down onto the sofa and smiled before joining you on it, it definitely wasn’t long enough for him but he lay down with his head resting on your lap, smiling cheekily up at you when you looked down at him.

You just rolled your eyes and him but there was no hiding the smile on your face. The two of you allowed yourselves a moment of quietness to just look at each other before Jared’s grin widened.

“Play with my hair?” He asked sweetly, looking up at you with a set out puppy dog eyes no one could resist. You playfully rolled your eyes but grinned back and began to do as requested.

Jared was a sucker for attention and physical contact on a regular day with a regular person but when he was tired, that need for affection multiplied and coming from you, well he’d soak up any amount of attention he could get.

“Come down ‘ere.” Jared mumbled tiredly before lifting his head from your lap and shifting the pair of you so you ended up laying mostly on Jared, your head resting on his chest and his arms around your waist.

“This is nice.” You admitted quietly, feeling like if you spoke too loudly the peaceful atmosphere would break.

“Hmm, yeah it is.” Jared replied, humming in pleasure as you began playing with his hair again.

“Can we nap together?” He asked softly, voice betraying his uncertainty.

“I’d like that.” You answered just as softly, feeling as your eyes began to drift shut for longer periods of time.

As you let your eyes shut fully you missed the look on Jared’s face, a look of complete softness showing just how absolutely gone for you he was.

“God, I wish you were mine.” He mumbled before allowing himself to relax and drift off along with you.

-

It was Jensen who found the two of you curled up together hours later.

He couldn’t help but smile at his best friend whose feet were hanging over the sofa and whose body looked moments away from falling off the sofa. You were lying slightly on the sofa but mostly on Jared’s chest, one hand clutching his shirt and the other still tangled in his hair.

He couldn’t wait for the day when Jared asked you out. He knew the anxiety was there, eating away at Jared, convincing him you didn’t see him like that, telling him all the ways he could ruin your friendship but Jensen knew that the two of you were perfect for each other. Hell, he’d spent many nights trying to convince you to ask Jared out but he hadn’t got far with that.

“Jensen?” You sleepily asked as you were shaken awake. You watched as Jared stirred, half opening his eyes to see Jensen before batting him away and cuddling further into you.

“Hey sweetheart, we’re back on set in 30.” He told you, watching as your eyebrows knitted together and a frown appeared on your face.

“Thanks.” You said, the tiredness you felt clear in your voice. Jensen watched as you shook Jared awake, watched as he shifted so that his head was on your chest and you began to play with his hair.

It was amazing and irritating to watch.

Amazing because he was literally watching two of his closest friends falling madly in love with each other and irritating because neither of you were doing anything about it.

-

Jared and you had somehow managed to untangle yourselves and make it back onto set with enough time to spare for hair and makeup adjustments.

After properly waking up the two of you had stammered and blushed as you walked back to set, each acknowledging that you wanted to be able to cuddle and nap together all the time but neither one brave enough to make the first move.

The two of you got back to filming, an awkward air settling that had Jensen rolling his eyes and mumbling to Misha about idiots in love. You and Jared snuck glances at each other when the other wasn’t looking and come half six you were exhausted all over again.

You watched as Jensen grabbed Jared, pulling him to one side after the last shot of the day had been called. You waited for a moment before deciding just to head back to your trailer instead of waiting for Jared like you usually did.

Today had exhausted you, emotional scenes, early mornings, late flights; the last thing you wanted to do was think about your crush on Jared and god didn’t you feel like you were in high school again.

You were half way back to your trailer, ready to crash and burn, when you heard Jared calling your name. You stopped and let him catch up to you, watching as he jogged over.

“Hey, what’s up?” You asked, noticing how nervous he looked.

“I liked napping with you.” He blurted out and from the look on his face it wasn’t what he wanted to say at all. “Wait no, I mean-” here he cut himself off with a frustrated groan before taking a deep breath and starting again. “Since the day I met you I liked you, ok? I’ve been scared to actually tell you because, well, you're amazing and beautiful, caring, down to earth. God, I feel myself falling for you harder and harder every damn day.” He confessed with a sheepish grin, “and I really like napping with you.” He finished with a nervous laugh.

You couldn’t help but stare up at him in awe. Sure, Jensen had told you that Jared felt the same but there was a difference between Jensen telling you and Jared confessing it. You could see Jared was getting nervous by your lack of response, his fist curled anxiously around his shirt as he looked from you to the ground.

“I really like napping with you too.” You told him softly, watching as he stopped biting his lip and grinned down at you excitedly, it was amazing how this man had the ability to resemble an overgrown puppy.

“Good, good.” He murmured, leaning down to rest his forehead on yours, “can I kiss you?” He asked, smiling as he felt you nod against him.

Jensen watched on with a smile, not doubting that the two of you were pretty much made for each other.

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3 years ago

We Could Stay

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Prompt - Help me I’m being hit on at a bar please be my fake boyfriend for a second

They’d barely been in town for forty minutes when Dean suggested they head to the bar in an effort to find out if there was a case here. Sam wasn’t stupid, he knew Dean would spend the night hitting on women whilst he sat alone in a corner, nursing a beer and making his way through news articles about the recent deaths.

Despite knowing just how the night would go Sam didn’t feel the usual irritation that he normally did, instead he smiled over at Dean and nodded his agreement, watching as Dean grinned before he was patted roughly on the back and following his brother out of the door.

The bar was the same as every other one they had passed through and after a quick glance around Sam made his way into a relatively empty corner of the bar as Dean ordered their drinks. He wasted no time in pulling his laptop and newspapers out of his bag and spreading them out on the table.

“You know, Sammy, it wouldn’t kill you to have fun every once in a while.” Dean told him as he set the drink down next to the laptop.

“No but it might kill somebody else.” Sam shot back, taking a sip of beer before he gestured to the articles on the table. “You ever heard of anything like this before?”

“No never, there’s nothing in dad’s journal?” Dean said, eyes already straying from the papers and locking onto a pair of blondes walking through the door.

“Not that I remember.” Sam muttered, pulling the journal towards him and flicking through it.

“How ‘bout you check the journal again and I…” Dean trailed off causing Sam to glance up and roll his eyes, gesturing for Dean to go.

Sam didn’t know how long he had been sitting alone, lost in the repetitive motion of reading through a newspaper article then comparing it to something in the journal before shaking his head when nothing came from it. Despite the noise levels in the bar picking up as time passed Sam was so deeply absorbed in his research that he startled when felt a hand rest on top of his forearm.

One hand reached for his pocket towards his gun as his head snapped up, eyebrows knitting together as he took in the girl in front of him. You were beautiful, there was no doubt about it and Sam couldn’t help but swallow hard around the sudden lump in his throat.

“Hey, sorry I’m late.” You said to him causing him to shake his head slightly, glancing around the bar before looking back at you in confusion. He could see you looked panicked despite the smile on your face that took his breath away.

“Are you ok?” Sam asked quietly, keeping his voice low as he smiled over at you, eyes darting around the room again because clearly something had caused you to come over to him.

Sam watched your smile falter for a second before you took a steadying breath and leaned in close, close enough so that he could feel your hair brush against his cheek and he had to fight down the urge to shiver as you whispered in his ear.

“See the guy at the bar, red baseball cap,” You whispered and Sam glanced over as discreetly as he could, spotting the man you were talking about. He was watching you with a gaze that made even Sam feel fearful. “He’s been hitting on me and won’t take no for an answer.”

When you pulled away you saw the stranger's eyes soften as he looked at you and you couldn’t help but smile, thinking you’d picked the right guy to approach. The guy at the bar had been uncomfortably trying to hit on you for a while, your friend was running late leaving you alone and every time you’d tried to leave he would follow you and brush his hand across your arms making you shiver in disgust.

“Here,” The stranger said, gesturing to the free seat that would have you facing away from the bar and you couldn’t help but relax as the stranger played along, “Please have a seat, let me just move this mess.”

You chuckled as you took in the sight of newspapers sprawled across the small table and the laptop open with another article before taking a seat and raising an eyebrow at the man.

“What is all that stuff? Not many people come here to catch up on the news.” The stranger let out a laugh, running his hand through his hair as he gathered all the papers together and moved them closer to him.

“I’m here on business but my,” Here the stranger paused for a second as if choosing his words before he nodded in the direction of another man. You turned around in time to see a man surrounded by two beautiful blond women doing a shot, “my partner had other plans.”

“Left you with all the work, huh?” You smiled as you turned back to face him.

“He doesn't really have the patience for the research part, he prefers the hands on stuff, you know?” He said and you let out a soft laugh as you nodded along with him.

“So, what research are you doing?” You asked, watching as the stranger seemed to debate how much he could tell you.

“We’re here about the recent murders.” He told you and your eyes widened.

“Wow, that’s not what I expected.” You laughed before taking a sip from your drink, watching as the stranger chuckled nervously. “They’re weird right, I mean no heads or hearts, what kind of monster does something like that?”

What kind of monster indeed, Sam thought to himself but couldn’t help but smile over at you.

“If you could answer that question you would save me a whole lot of work.” Sam said, smiling as he watched you laugh, watching how your eyes crinkled and your nose scrunched, watched as a smile spread across your face and couldn’t help but think how beautiful you looked.

“If only things were that easy, huh?” The stranger laughed and you forced yourself to look away from the dimples that appeared and the way his eyes lit up. “Though if you need any help I work over at the library so if you needed access to any records or anything,”

“That would actually be really helpful, thank you..” The stranger trailed off and you realised that you had yet to introduce yourself to him.

“Sorry, I’m Y/N.” You told him, feeling your cheeks heat up as his lips curved into another smile.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Sam.” Sam, somehow that sounded about right. “Thank you for the offer, Y/N, I might just have to take you up on it.”

“Anything I can do to help.” You smiled and cursed the butterflies in your stomach that danced around as he smiled back.

Somehow without either of you noticing time passed in a blur of several conversations with the two of you getting to know each other. You feeling comfortable around the stranger despite usually never doing so with others but perhaps there was something about the way his eyes lit up as he spoke or the way his dimples deepened as he laughed at something you said or the way his hands moved around as he talked about his life.

“Didn’t you say you were meeting a friend?” Sam asked as he glanced over to the laptop and saw how much time had passed.

“Yeah she should be here by no-” You cut yourself off as you glanced around the room and saw your friend stood at the bar with Sam’s partner and the two blonds from earlier. “Seems she found your friend instead.” You chuckled, glancing back at Sam and seeing him grin in amusement.

“Yeah, Dean’s got a real knack for making friends.” Sam said, causing you to laugh and he felt happiness run through him from drawing the sound out of you. “Refill?” He asked and gestured towards the bar, watching as you nodded before he shoved his things back in his bag and walked over to the bar with you.

“Hey Sammy!” Dean grinned over at his brother, the others around him giggling as he stumbled off the seat. “See you made a friend.”

“Yeah, seems you’ve had a few too many shots.” Sam said as he steadied his brother who tried to shake him off but stopped as another wave of unsteadiness hit. “You ready to head back?” He asked, looking at Dean with a raised eyebrow, ignoring the girl's protest around him instead choosing to focus on your soft smile.

“Probably for the best huh, early start and all that.” Dean said, eyes glancing between you and Sam. “But don’t let me ruin your night, Sammy.”

You giggled softly as Sam rolled his eyes at his partner but couldn’t help but let your eyes linger on the way his cheeks turned pink and he ran a hand through his hair, glancing at you with a sheepish smile as he did.

“Let’s get you back.” He said to Dean, his sheepish smile turning apologetic as he looked at you but you just shook your head, smile in place. Sam’s eyes darted behind you and you watched as his shoulders tensed and his eyes narrowed.

“What is it, Sammy?” His partner seemed to sober up pretty quickly but Sam shook his head as he let his eyes drop back to you.

“It’s him, isn’t it?” You asked not needing to turn around, not wanting to see the man.

All the time you had spent sat with Sam, talking and laughing with him, it was easy to forget the reason you had gone over to him in the first place and now you could feel the man's gaze sending a shiver down your spine.

“Can I walk you home?” He asked and you nodded, swallowing around the tightness in your throat.

“Would you mind?” You asked softly, taking a step closer to him, “My apartment is on the way to the motel so you wouldn’t be going out of your way.”

“I wouldn’t mind either way.” Sam told you and you watched him look over the top of your head and glare at the man who was still watching you with a predatory look, raising an eyebrow at Sam who’s hands curled into a fist before he looked down at your worried expression and forced himself to relax, smiling down at you comfortingly and gesturing towards the door. “You ready?”

You nodded and let Sam lead you out of the bar, Dean trailing behind as he took a moment to scan the bar and caught sight of the man staring after you with a look that had him touching his gun before he followed the two of you out.

“Thank you for helping me out tonight.” You said softly, walking as close to Sam as you could without tripping either of you up.

Sam looked down at you with wide, sympathetic eyes but there was a soft smile on his face as he spoke and you couldn’t help but relax in his presence.

“You don’t have to thank me,” He told you, his hand brushing against yours causing your cheeks to heat up but the cold chill could also be blamed, “I’m glad I was there.”

“Me too.” You said sincerely, looking up at him with a smile and desperately trying not to get lost in his eyes.

As the two of you walked ahead Dean stayed a few paces behind, unable to keep the grin off his face as he watched his brother let his guard down, cheeks flushed pink and a shy smile on his face as he listened to whatever you were saying. It had been a long time since he had seen this side of Sam and his brother deserved it, after all the hell they’d gone through Sam deserved to be happy.

“This is me.” You said, gesturing to the apartment building to your right causing Sam’s smile to falter as he looked from the building back to you.

“Can I see you again?” He asked, the words leaving his mouth before he could stop himself and you couldn’t help but smile as his eyes widened, clearly not planning on saying that. “I mean, you seem really, you know and I, I-”

“Yes,” You told him, cutting him off with a giggle, “I’d like that.”

“Really?” He asked in surprise before wincing a second later as Dean smacked the back of his head before walking past the two of you causing you to laugh.

“Really,” You smiled, “Here take my phone number.” Sam was quick to pull his cell phone out of his pocket and handed it over to you, watching as you typed your name and number into the phone before handing it back. “You better call me.”

“I promise.” He swore with a wide, disbelieving smile and you couldn’t help but chuckle as you stood on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Goodnight Sam.” You whispered before pulling away.

“Goodnight Y/N.” Sam murmured back, resisting the urge to pull you into his arms and instead watched you slip past him and into the apartment building, turning back to give him a smile before disappearing up the stairs.

“We could stay.” Dean said after a few moments, startling Sam causing his head to snap around to face Dean.

“What?” He asked, glancing back to the door before turning to Dean again.

“We could stay.” Dean repeated knowing that if his brother said the word then he’d do everything in his power to make it possible. “Seems like a real great girl.”

“Yeah she does.” Sam said softly, a smile pulling at his lips without meaning to.

“We could stay.” Dean said again and Sam looked at him with wide eyes, searching Dean’s face for something before he shrugged, taking one last glance at the door before he gestured for Dean to follow him back to the motel.

“Maybe we could.” Sam said, voice so soft that Dean barely heard it but he did and he knew that you must have been something else to make such an impact on Sam.

Sam fell into bed that night, phone clutched in his hand as his thoughts ran through his head too fast for him to make sense of. It was ridiculous, he’d only just met you and here you were already invading his thoughts like you had never not been there. Something about you made him feel things he thought had died long ago with Jessica, feelings he thought he was destined never to feel again.

Maybe they could stay here, maybe they could make it work, maybe you could be the thing Sam needed to feel human, to feel worthy. Maybe you could be the thing he felt like he was missing.

Sam didn’t know and he was too confused to try and make sense of what he was feeling, all he did know for sure was that he was going to call you tomorrow, first chance he got.

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crazymadslytherin

9 years ago

Dangerous

“I don't want to look at you when I know I can't be with you.”

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 755

Warnings: None

A/N: My first attempt at uploading something. Hope you like it.

Last night, you had fallen asleep in Sam’s strong arms after kissing and making love with the hunter. You had been hunting partners for so long, but it had taken you months to even accept the fact that your attraction to Sam was more than just a crush. When you had finally accepted that, though... it was the best night of your life. But then... in the morning, he wasn’t there, he wasn’t in bed with you and that was odd because what had happened last night had been magical, and... well, you were in his bedroom. Slightly confused but yet not suspicious, you picked your clothes up from the floor and tugged them on. Yawning, you ran a hand through your hair and trudged to the bunker’s kitchen, where Sam and Dean were sleepily eating breakfast. You sat down next to Sam, turning your head towards him to say hi, but he got up and left abruptly, without a word, leaving you and Dean to stare at his plaid-covered back as he walked away.

“What’s gotten into him?” Dean asked through a mouthful of pie, and you shrugged.

“I don’t know,” you sighed, and you really didn’t know what was going on. For the moment, you decided not to think about it much. Maybe there was an emergency of some kind that Sam needed to attend to? The next time you stumbled upon Sam was in the library. Despite being immersed in a big, old, leather-bound tome about something supernatural or other, he got up and, not even sparing you a glance, exited the library, leaving you behind with a frown on your features and unanswered questions running through your mind. Working while your mind was occupied with thoughts of last night and Sam’s enigmatic behaviour was impossible, so you decided to go to the kitchen and grab a bite.

To your surprise, Sam was there too. At your sides, your hands were clenching and unclenching into fists from all the suppressed questions. All the unanswered ‘why’s that wouldn’t let you concentrate on anything. The tall hunter was about to sidestep you again and walk out of the room, but you grabbed hold of his forearm, frowning up at him. In spite of your proximity, he kept his eyes firmly fixed on the wall in front of him, not sparing you a glance.

“Sam, why are you avoiding me? Did I... did I mess up somehow? I thought that... after last night, things would change for the better, not for the worse. Of course, we could forget that anything ever happened, and we could move on. I just can’t stand this inexplicable thing,” you muttered. You knew you were rambling, but you just couldn’t stop yourself from blurting out anything that found its way out of your thoughts and into spoken words.

“No, no, that’s not it!” Sam sounded bewildered, as if the idea that you could ever blame yourself for how he had been acting was preposterous. His little outburst made him look down at you, and his hazel gaze was fierce, telling you that nothing was your fault, and that this was the way things should be.

“Then... what’s wrong? If it’s not me, it can’t be you. You haven’t done anything,” you asked, relaxing your grip on his forearm and feeling relieved when he didn’t seize the opportunity to walk away.

“It’s just... I don’t want to look at you when I know I can’t be with you,” he muttered apologetically. “What do you mean you can’t be with me?” you asked. It was your turn to be bewildered and confused, and you knew it was written in your features. He sighed, running his hand through his hair.

“It’s dangerous to be with me. Every relationship I’ve ever had has turned badly, and I don’t want you to just be another body added in the pile. I... I don’t want to lose you in the worst way imaginable.” You shook your head, shocked that he could think that.

“I’m a hunter. I can take care of myself,” you said with a small smirk, standing on your tiptoes to press a kiss on his lips. At first, he was hesitant, unresponsive, but then he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him, and his lips were warm and moving against yours in a kiss that made you dizzy with happiness. So what if this was dangerous? It was definitely worth it. And danger really was the best part.

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crazymadslytherin

9 years ago

Weapons down

Pairing: Sam x reader or Dean x reader

Word Count: Sam: 972 Dean: 1092

Warnings: Feels and cursing for the Sam one.

A/N: This story has five lines of common beginning, and then it branches off depending on whether you prefer Sam or Dean. Just thought I’d try it out. Enjoy!

“Weapons down, or I’m gonna shoot you to oblivion!” you yelled at the two men whose silhouettes were outlined in the doorway of the warehouse.

They put their weapons down only because of sheer surprise, and while they looked around to pinpoint the source of the voice that startled them, you had the time to study them.

Sam

You made your way to them, frowning. “Who are you?” you asked, making sure that your gun was trained on the taller one of the two.

“We’re FBI agents and-” started the shorter and apparently older one, but he was cut off by the other.

“We’re not FBI agents,” he stated and, perplexed, you frowned.

“I’m confused. Are you with the FBI or not?” you asked.

“We aren’t,” said the taller one at the same time the shorter one said “We are.”

“Wow, that’s a really enlightening thing to say,” you commented. “Care to explain?”

“We aren’t with the FBI,” said the taller one and, this time, the other agreed with a nod.

“Then who are you? And what are you doing here?” you asked.

“I’m Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean, and we’re here because we’ve been informed that some very dangerous people live in this warehouse. We’re here to prevent them from causing any harm,” he explained, and immediately you felt like you were a five-year-old being patronised by an annoying adult.

“The name’s Y/n. And what do you think I’ve been doing here? A party? I’ve been dealing with the vampires,” you said, and you smiled proudly at them.

“Are you sure you’ve dealt with them properly?” asked Dean.

You rolled your eyes. “Of course. I’ve beheaded them and then buried them so that nobody will ever come across the bodies. I’ve been here since yesterday, and I need some rest,” you said, walking past them and into the sunlight.

“You don’t have a car,” Sam called out from behind you. “There was no car outside the warehouse when we got here. So how did you make it here?” he asked.

“I walked. I crashed my car a week or so ago and I haven’t had the time to replace it. It’s waiting for me in a yard somewhere in Colorado,” you explained with a shrug. To tell the truth, your opinion on that matter was anything but nonchalant, as your car had been the only place you had ever called home, but being pessimistic just wouldn’t do. Instead, you had decided to use the public transport to make your way to Wyoming to deal with the vampire nest, because hunting would always be your priority.

“That’s unfortunate. Well, you can come with us. We’re heading to the nearest town,” Sam offered, completely missing his brother’s glare.

“Really? Thank you. I’ve got a motel room there, so I can rest before heading to Colorado to retrieve my car and all my hunting stuff,” you said with a grin, only then realising that this was the first mention of anything hunting-related between you and the Winchesters. You had just both automatically assumed that the other was a hunter.

That was certainly not the last time though. Over the years, you started hunting together. At first it was just a call here and there or a chance meeting when you accidentally took on the same cases, but as the months went by you grew closer. You even started living in the bunker with them when you weren’t joining them on cases.

Hunting with them had been the best time you had ever had in your whole life.

But all good things must end, and your time with the Winchesters was no different.

It was on a sunny but chilly day in mid-March that was entirely inconspicuous and normal that this good thing in your life ended.

“We’re back!” you heard Sam and Dean announce when they entered the bunker. They both seemed rather excited for the hunt to be over, and it pained your heart to see the smile wiped off their faces when they saw you.

You were standing near the entrance, clutching a suitcase in one hand and your car keys in the other. There was a vacant, sad, look in your eyes as you nodded at them.

“Hey,” you muttered sadly.

“What’s wrong?” Dean was the one to ask but Sam was the one to rush up to you and pull you into a hug. You let the suitcase drop and hugged him back tightly, fighting to keep back tears.

“I’m leaving,” you announced in a small voice.

“Leaving... what?” Sam asked.

“Leaving the bunker. Leaving the hunter life. I can’t do this anymore. I’m physically and mentally exhausted. I just want to see the world,” you muttered, casting your gaze down on the ground.

“No. You can’t leave,” Sam said, voice almost shrill in a note of panic.

“It’s... it’s not temporary. It’s just a break. For a couple of years, I’ve decided I want to travel and see everything the planet has to offer before returning,” you said, leaving the probably out of the conversation. You weren’t sure you ever would return. Part of you hoped so, while another just wanted to leave and never come back.

Sam, probably realising that no matter what he said he could never stop you from leaving, only hugged you tighter.

“Do you promise you’ll come back?” he asked.

“I do,” you said, and now that you had given your word you probably would.

“I love you,” Sam whispered in a broken voice. “Don’t leave,” he murmured hopelessly.

Unable to listen to him anymore, you pulled away slightly from his hug and pulled him into a kiss. You touched your lips to his hesitantly at first but with increasingly more passion until you both had to pull away for need of air.

“I love you too. But I have to go. I’ll be back,” without further ado, you nodded at Dean, reached down to grab your suitcase and left, paying no heed to the tears rolling down your cheeks.

You turned to look at the bunker one last time.

“Goodbye, Sam Winchester. And may we meet again.”

Dean

One was tall, with long hair, but it was the other who caught your attention. Shorter than the other man but still tall, something about his posture and the way he carried himself drew you in. So when you stepped out into the meagre light the rays of the sun peeking in through the door offered, you addressed him.

“Who are you and what do you want here?” you asked him, and he frowned as his eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness of the room.

“I’m Agent Bickler and this is my partner Agent Sullivan. We’re with the FBI,” he said, making eye contact with you. Never tearing his gaze away from yours, he took a badge out of his pocket and let it drop to the ground. He kicked it towards you and you kneeled to pick it up, eyes and gun firmly fixed on the man who had told you was an FBI agent.

“I don’t think so. These badges aren’t real, and even if they were, what would an FBI agent be doing out here, in a warehouse in the middle of nowhere?” you asked, raising a challenging eyebrow at the light-brown-haired man.

He rolled his eyes and was about to reply when the other man talked, drawing your attention.

“You’re right. We’re not FBI agents. We’re here because some very dangerous people are in this warehouse and we want to make sure nobody innocent will get hurt. So could you please leave? It’d be much better for all of us if you didn’t get killed in the process,” he said, and for a second you contemplated pretending not to understand, pretending to be a civilian.

You decided against that though, as it would only offer confusion and maybe these two hunters -they were obviously hunters, you thought- would be so desperate as to use force to extract you from the warehouse that had been a vampire nest before you had dealt with it.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but you two are hunters. That is quite obvious from you pretending to be FBI. And you must be here for the vampires,” you said, and saw realisation dawn in both their faces as they figured out the fact that you were a hunter too.

“Well... I’ve taken care of that problem; don’t worry. All the vampires are dead and buried,” you told them with a bright smile, finally lowering and holstering your gun.

“You’re a hunter?” asked the one you had been talking to in the beginning. His question was more of a statement, you realised as your gazes met again, though he obviously doubted your abilities.

“Yes, I am. I’ve been a hunter for the biggest part of my life, so there’s no need for you to check to see if the vampires are truly dead and gone. But if you want to waste precious minutes of your time, go ahead and be my guest,” you said.

“That won’t be necessary. We believe you,” said the taller one.

“I’m Sam and this is my brother Dean,” he introduced.

“Wait... Sam and Dean Winchester?” you asked with a frown. “I’m Y/n L/n. I’m, as I said, a hunter. My grandfather taught me everything I know about hunting, and he was the strictest of teachers. He never said the same thing more than once. The only thing he had ever repeated was this ‘Don’t trust the Winchesters.’ Why should I trust you?” you crossed your arms over your chest, glaring at the two men standing in front of you.

“Because we’re hunters. And hunters stick together. We’re each other’s best chance of staying alive,” Dean said, and you had to admit he had a point. Hunting on your own was an extremely lonely thing to do, and you craved some real interaction despite your better judgment.

“Let’s go then. I have a room at the motel just outside town,” you informed them, walking past them and into the glare of the sun outside the warehouse.

“Our room is there too,” Sam told you as they followed you.

“Great. See you there,” you said, climbing into your car and setting off towards the motel.

Little did you know then, that encounter with the Winchester brothers meant the end of your lonely hunting years and the beginning of a new phase in your life, which you loved more than anything else that had ever happened to you. Soon, you became very familiar with the brothers, but you had always felt more comfortable around Dean. You loved them both, but Sam was just a friend, while Dean... well it was different with Dean. It had always been different with Dean, but it took you some time to understand just how different things were.

“Where’s the pie, Y/n?” you heard Dean call out as soon as you entered the bunker’s kitchen.

“Right here, Dean. How could I ever forget the pie?” you asked, handing him his pie. He looked pointedly at Sam after what you said and accepted the pie.

“Thank you,” he said with a grin before grabbing a fork from a drawer and starting to eat.

“You’re welcome,” you said with a chuckle. “I don’t get why you like pie that much though,” you commented, and Dean sent a murderous glare your way. “Don’t listen to her, you’re precious to me,” he muttered to his pie while glaring at you.

Both you and Sam laughed and shared an exasperated look.

“At least Y/n never forgets the pie,” Dean said, again looking at his brother. “And for that I thank her very much,” he said, turning to face you. Already, he was done with the pie, and he set the foil plate and the fork down on the table, walking up to you. He leaned down and in one swift, sudden, moment, had his lips pressed against yours; soft and warm as he pulled you into a roller coaster of a kiss that made your heart beat fast and heat to rise to your cheeks. Dean tasted of pie and in that moment you understood why he liked it so much.

You broke apart after Sam cleared his throat. Dean glared at him. “What?” he asked.

“Get a room,” Sam said.

“We have one, but you’re in it,” Dean said moodily and Sam, obviously not in the mood for a fight, sighed and walked out of the room.

“What was that for?” you asked once Sam was gone.

“It was for the pie. And I’ve wanted to do it for a long, long time.”

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crazymadslytherin

9 years ago

Possessed

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader

Word Count: 940

Summary: Sam is possessed by a demon, and you try your best to help him.

Warnings: Some curse words.

A/N: I hope you like it!~

You glared at Sam -no, not Sam, the demon, you had to remind yourself- who had been tricked into walking into a demon trap. The tall hunter’s shirt was soaked through with blood where his anti-possession tattoo had been mutilated with a knife, and a smirk of superiority so unlike Sam’s usual warm smile was plastered on his face.

“What do you have to say for yourself, sweetheart? Because it’s getting really boring here, don’t you think?” said the demon trough Sam’s voice. Wrapping your mind around the fact that Sam’s usually gentle and friendly voice could hold so much scorn had taken some time, but now, after spending about an hour with the demon inhabiting your friend’s body, you could listen to him talk without flinching and being overcome by a murderous urge.

“I want my best friend back, you bastard,” you growled, moving closer to the mark on the floor and pointing Ruby’s demon-killing knife, which the Winchesters had lent to you before the mission, at the demon.

The demon laughed. It was more of a manic, wicked, cackle than a laugh, and then it looked at you through Sam’s hazel eyes with disdain.

“Oh, you’d never lay a finger on your handsome friend’s body over here,” said the demon, dropping you a wink. “Plus, if you want me gone so much, you can go on and exorcise me. You know the words, sweetheart, don’t you?” the demon added, assuming a deep, husky, provocative tone of voice as he spoke.

Never losing eye contact with you, the demon made Sam’s hands run all over his broad chest, unbuttoning a few buttons of his red plaid shirt as it did so, putting Sam’s chest on display.

Trying to suppress the feeling of giddiness that came over you when you saw the hunter’s bare chest, you mustered all your hatred towards the demon in one heated glare, which made you narrow your eyes and grit your teeth as you tried not to stare at Sam’s chest.

“Oh, I can exorcise you. But I need information first. About Crowley’s whereabouts. Tell me. Where is he?” you asked, gathering all of your self-control and willpower to make your voice sound nonchalant as you spoke. Your gaze, while still full of hatred, held authority, and your posture -seemingly relaxed, but actually tense and ready to attack should the need arise- exuded superiority. To accentuate the fact that you weren’t bluffing -which you actually were, because you’d never touch a blade to Sam’s skin- you ran a casual finger along the serrated blade of the demon-killing knife, smirking.

The demon caught the bluff though, and gave another one of its expected hysterical cackles. “You’re not gonna hurt this body. I can see it in the way you’re trying too much not to stare at his chest; in the way you’re stalling for time and trying to trick me. But honey, I’m a demon. I can’t be lied to. The thing is, you’re so painfully in love with the man I’m possessing that it’s so obvious it hurts. So obvious to everybody but you two. So no, you’re not hurting Sammy over here, so I’m-” You were so angry you saw red. You raised your voice over the demon’s, cutting it off mid-sentence, and spewed out an exorcism, not caring that in doing so you were completely neglecting your actual goal.

With a howl of pain, the demon left Sam’s body and you hurried up to him as he collapsed to the ground, kneeling next to him and helping him sit up.

“Sam... are you okay?” you asked him, and he stifled a groan, but nodded.

“I’m fine...” he managed to say. “But... we were supposed to gather information about Crowley,” he said. On impulse, you gripped his face between your hands and looked him square in the eye. You could lose yourself in his hazel, ever-changing, eyes. Depending on the lighting, they could seem green, or blue, or brown, and you could spend hours thinking about them, but right now you had to focus.

“I don’t care about that, Sam. You are so much more important to me than any piece of information that demon could have given us,” you said.

He frowned and stayed silent for a bit. Neither of you moved an inch, and you could feel his breath hot against your face.

“Is what the demon said true?” he said, finally breaking the silence. “Do you... Are you in love with me?” he asked cautiously.

You were taken aback by his question. You had expected something along the lines of ‘let’s go find Dean’ or ‘it’s okay that you didn’t get information from the demon about Crowley, but we have to figure out what to do next’, so you were surprised. So surprised that you blurted out your response without thinking.

“Yes,” you said, and his eyes widened imperceptibly in surprise.

His face broke out into a grin that held so much happiness it made you smile as well. “That’s excellent. Because... because so do I,” he said, his voice trailing off in a whisper as he leaned in closer to you.

Your lips met hesitantly at first but then, as you both were drawn closer to each other like moths towards the light, it was magic. He was a great kisser, and he elicited small sounds from you as he nipped and sucked on your lower lip. Your lips tingled where they met his, and you had never felt better.

And, as you pulled away, you smiled, because you had not only gotten a friend back, but a lover too.

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crazymadslytherin

9 years ago

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.”

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crazymadslytherin

9 years ago

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.

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acescavern

9 years ago

Hahaha my Dean fic

Part three of my Dean fic is gonna literally be pure filth.... If you guys want part three?

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acescavern

9 years ago

Melting Touch (pt3 of the rescue mission series) deanxreader

Part 1. Part 2.

A/N: Its. About. To. Get. Hot. Guys please sent me requests as I have zero! You know this will be mostly filth, right? Like kinks and all..

Warnings: SMUT! PURE FILTH!, rough Dean, if this is a warning but Dean is in charge completely, touch refusal. If there is any that ive missed let me know.

You were sat in the library helping the boys with their research. Dean was opposite you and Sam was leaning over Dean’s shoulder to read what was on his screen. Dean’s eyes weren’t on the computer though, they were on you. You were hunched over a book, one of your hands playing with the hair at the back of your neck and the other running along the pages of the book infront of you. His eyes were on your lips, the way you pulled your bottom on inbetween your teeth as you read.

Sam watched his brother,having stopped mid sentence, knowing he wasn’t listening at all. He observed as his brother drooled over you.

“Okay, Dean, are you done undressing Y/N with your eyes?” Sam groaned.

Your head snapped up, the blush creeping up your neck and painting even your ears. Dean blinked hard and cleared his throat. You looked up at Sam and glared slightly.

“Shut it, Sam” Dean grumbled as he watched you rise from the table.

You walked over to the tall man and reached up onto your tiptoes to kiss his cheek, only being tall enough to reach his jaw. Dean’s jaw clenched at the action, his eyes still not leaving you. You then shuffled over to Dean, rubbing your eyes tiredly. Leaning down, you placed your right hand on his cheek. His stubble was rough against your lips as you gently kissed his cheek.

“G’night boys” You patted Dean’s shoulder and shuffled your way to your room.

Dean blinked and looked from the research to your direction making his brother laugh. “Dean, go” Sam smirked before starting to clear up the papers that were scattered around the table.

In that moment Dean launched up from his chair, practically sprinting to your room. He paced outside your door for a while. Dean didn’t know how to tell you how he felt but he knew he could show you.

You had just settled down in the sheets of your bed. Your night wear consisted of your panties and a flannel shirt that was held together by one button in the middle.

You were so close to drifting off when you heard your door open and close, your hand inching under your pillow to land on the knife you kept.

“Dean?” A light squeak left your lips as you felt the edge of the mattress.

A light chuckle sounded and you knew it was him. He slipped under the cover and nuzzled his nose into your neck, leaving light kisses on the exposed skin. A rough hand slid onto your thigh and pulled your back into a hard chest.

“ Dean” You giggled as his fingers tickled the inside of your leg.

Dean’s soft lips trailed up your jaw, his hands were everywhere. You felt his hand run under your shirt and up your stomach. You turned your head to kiss him lightly, capturing his lips between your own. You lifted your hand to reach back and tangle in his hair but with a light swat to your thigh, Dean stopped you.

“ Don’t touch me” He mumbled into your mouth.

You pulled away in confusion, turning to face him. “Why?” You asked, your voice small.

He tucked your hair behind your ear and trapped you against his body. “I can’t, I can’t find the words to explain how I feel.” He tensed, squeezing his eyes shut as he struggled to find his words so you took the chance to slide your hands up to his neck and weave your fingers into his hair.

His face relaxed and his eyelids freed the stress wrinkles. His lips parted as you tugged slightly. “I..” He breathed, as if he was having an internal battle with himself. “No, Please, just let me show you. I want to show you.” He grabbed your hands and held them between your bodies.

Without another word, Dean sat up and lifted his shirt from his body. Dean stood from the bed and started to unbuckle his belt, his eyes locked on you as you pushed the sheets away from your body. Dean froze.

“Is that my shirt?” His voice was hooded with desire as he eyed the tatted flannel on your body.

You nodded silently and bit into your lower lip, watching as Dean hurriedly slid off his jeans. He crawled back onto the bed and gripped your thighs tightly in his hands and yanked your body down the bed, the shirt riding up your body. Your arms were spread out at either side of you as you watched the glorious man in front of you. He lowered himself down between your thighs, muscles bulging in his shoulders and arms. Your arousal pooled between your legs as Dean hooked his arms under your knees. He placed hot, wet kisses along the inside of your thigh.

Dean gripped your panties in his fists, your legs now over his shoulders. A light gasp sounded from your mouth as he tore them in half, taking them from your body to throw them on the floor.

“I liked those” You whispered, suddenly going shy.

Dean laughed and went back to kissing your thigh, he was so close to your core. You could feel his hot breath against your slick folds. Wherever Dean’s lips were left a scorching heat behind. He nipped and bit at each of your thighs, his fingers digging into your hips.

Your eyes flew shut as you felt a smooth lick on your clit. A moan sounded through the room as he pulled it between his lips. You wanted to weave your hands through his hair but you couldn’t, you wanted to be good for him and stick to what the rule was; no touching. Your fingers gripped the bed sheets as your back arched, Dean’s stubble scratching against your thighs. Dean sucked harshly at the bundle of nerves, flicking tongue repeatedly over it. You panted heavily as you moaned Dean’s name. You felt the tight knot in the pit of your stomach starting to slowly unwind.

Dean trailed his right hand from your hip and down to your entrance, he gently teased it with his middle finger, grinning again when he felt you writhe beneath him.

“Please, Dean” You gasped and wriggled your hips making him look up, his lips letting go of your swollen bud.

“Look at you, so responsive to me.” He smirked as he watched you claw at the sheets of the bed when he slowly sunk his finger into you.

He curved his finger, hitting your g-spot perfectly, making you let out a loud cry. He removed his finger, trailing it up your body leaving a wet trail of juices behind. His long, rough, fingers landed on the button of the flannel and quickly opened it, letting the shirt fall open at your sides.

A rosy blush fell upon your cheeks as he trailed his eyes over you, taking his time to memorize every piece of the goddess splayed out before him. In his eyes you were beautiful, even your flaws. He ducked down and kissed just above your belly button. His hot mouth moving up your skin, stubble scratching along the way. Calloused hands gripped hard at your thighs, fingers digging in hard. You panted heavily when his mouth wrapped around your nipple, his teeth sinking into your flesh.

A cry of pleasure came from you making Dean twitch in his boxers. He groaned slightly and rubbed his erection against your thigh. He tugged on your nipple so it scraped on his teeth, goose bumps arising on your skin. You bucked yourself into him, eager to feel him, to get him closer. Dean sat up,you laying on the bed, breathing laboured. He pulled his boxers off his body, his member springing up to his stomach.

Dean gripped your legs again and hooked them over his shoulders before looking up at you, “Baby, I’m not gonna go gentle..” He warned as you leant up on your elbows.

You locked eyes with man and nodded, “I don’t want you to be”

Your legs fell to his sides as he moved forward to capture your lips with his own, his lips moving fast against yours. He reached down and gripped his girth in his hand, rubbing just the head between your folds. He hissed slightly and bit on your bottom lip, sinking his teeth in hard making you moan.

He waited for your nod of consent before he drove in, all in one. He stretched your walls, not giving you time to adjust before he drug back and drove back in again. His pace slowly picked up, the penetration stirring your arousal deeper and deeper. Your hands inched towards Dean’s hair but he stopped you by pinning your wrists to the mattress either side of you as he snapped his hips back and forth at an incredible speed.

You writhed beneath him, a moaning mess. Your hands were clenching into fists, eager to grip anything. The pleasure was intense, his thrusts grew animalistic, pounding you with such a force that the bed was slamming against the wall.

Dean’s lips parted as he moaned, a heavy sheen of sweat embracing his chest. “Y/N, Come on baby” He coaxed.

You were on the edge, so close with him hitting just the right spot inside you. His thrusts grew sloppy and you clenched around him, squeezing him tight and feeling him throb.

He drew back again and snapped his hips forward harshly, hitting that knot in your stomach and making it unravel. You screamed Dean’s name as your back arched and your legs shook. Your orgasm took over you, your whole body heating up like a fire. You felt Deans seed fill you as he shouted and let go of your wrists, his head falling into your neck.

You both panted as you came down from your high, Dean not moving from you. His head layed on your sweaty chest, your hand coming up to stroke through his hair.

“I love you, Y/N” Dean whispered, “Don’t leave me” His hand gripped your free one and held it over his heart, it pounding wildly against his chest.

You smiled softly down at him before answering. “I love you too, Dean” You closed your eyes, relaxing. “I won’t leave you, I need you too much”

So! That’s that finished! I’m sorry it’s so short.. my smut writing is shit. And yes there has been a change of username! I am taking requests!

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