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[cryptic-doe]

what the fuck is nonchalant man STAY AWAY FROM ME !!!!!!!

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𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘁𝗲 ❦

wc: 2.5k

summary: dean calls you for help to find his dad, and to help steal sam away from college

warnings: cursing, heavy makeout, smut (mdni), fingering, no p-in-v, use of y/n

when dean visits you, it’s late at night. there’s something off about him, you notice, when you open the door. he doesn’t have that usual smirk that he greets you with, and there’s a tension in his shoulders. “dean? what’s wrong?” you questioned. his eyes meet yours and you notice that they’re dim, and judging by the eyebags he has, you can only assume he’s barely slept. “can i come in?” he asks. you nod and allow him in, watching as he enters the living room. you’re thankful that bobby’s out of town, or else he would’ve woken up to the sound of dean’s heavy footsteps pacing back and forth. you shut the door and turn your attention to dean. “what’s wrong?” you repeat. “it’s not sam is it?”

the mention of his baby brother makes dean stop in his tracks. “huh? no, it’s not. it’s, uh, it’s my dad. he went on a hunting trip and he hasn’t been home in a few days.”

and as much as you despise john winchester, you can’t help but feel bad for dean. he was the closest person you had to a best friend, besides sam. “but, that’s john, no? he leaves and doesn’t come back for a little bit. sam’s told me.”

dean shakes his head and flops down onto the old couch. “i know that, y/n. but this… this is different. he won’t answer any calls or texts. i don’t know what to do, and i can’t search for him alone. bobby’s out of town, sam’s in college, and he won’t listen to me unless i bring you along with me.”

you knew what he meant by that. when sam left for college, he got into an argument with john. and by default, sam stopped talking to dean, as well. meaning it’s been at least two years since the once inseparable brother duo had spoken to one another.

“y/n… please. you know i hate asking for help, but i really need you and sam.”

you couldn't even find it in yourself to try and argue with him. fights and arguments were never your strong suit. “fine,” you sighed. “lemme just pack a small bag, okay?” for the first time in a while, dean almost has a look of something like relief on his face. he walks over to you and holds your arms, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “you're a peach, y/n. i’ll be in the car.”

he walks out the door before you can respond, leaving you in the living room as you fully realize what you've just agreed to. it had been years since you travelled, let alone out of the state. you were content in this house, it made you feel safe and protected. something you never felt when living on the road. and maybe it wouldn’t take long. maybe it would only take a few days, a week at most. however, you've learned that nothing comes easy when dealing with john winchester. but you couldn't back out. not now. not when dean needs you. and especially not when sam needs you. even though he didn't say it much, you knew he still cared for his dad. and you would do everything in your power to help with the search.

so you packed a duffle bag full of clothes, a few books, and your blade. before you left, you wrote a note for bobby and stuck it on the fridge, making sure he would see it.

i left with dean to get sam from college. they need help in finding john. i’ll be back soon, and i’ll be safe, i promise. love you - y/n

you took one last look at your home, before shutting and locking the door behind you. dean was waiting in the car for you, and told you to just throw your bag in the backseat. you sat beside him in the passenger seat, looking out the window as he began to drive away. he looked at you from the corner of his eye, taking notice of you picking at your nails.

“you okay, y/n?” he asked softly.

you nodded jerkily. “uh, yeah. yeah, i’m okay. i just haven’t been on the road in a while, that's all.”

“nothing’s gonna happen to you, i promise. like, seriously. i think sam would actually kill me if you got hurt under my watch.”

you laughed softly. “he definitely would.”

dean turned on the radio and type o negative began to play softly. you looked over at dean, expecting him to change it, only for him to turn it up. “you like them?”

he shrugged. “eh, it's okay. i got used to how many times sammy would play it. don’t know why, he’s always been a nirvana and radiohead kid.”

he couldn’t see the smile that grew on your face when he said that, as you turned to look out the window again sam was a radiohead kid, until you had showed him type o negative.

ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ ʚଓ་༘࿐

convincing sam to leave college for the weekend was a lot easier than you thought it would be. perhaps dean was right. the second you looked at sam with those soft eyes of yours, promising that he’d be back in time for his interview, he instantly folded. just like with you, dean waited in the car, while you helped sam pack a to go bag. well, it was more like he was packing and you sat idly by, watching him.

it had been only a month since you last saw him, yet it felt like forever. he continued to grow his hair out after you helped him trim it, and he now had a slight middle part with bangs. it was a great look for him, you have to admit. “you're staring,” he states, looking down at where you're sitting on his bed.

you shrug. “i can’t admire my handsome boyfriend?”

he laughs at your words, and finishes his packing, moving to where you sit. his large hands find their place on your hips. “i didn't say that, pretty girl, just making an observation.” his voice drops low. “i missed you.”

“i missed you too, baby.”

he leans down, pressing his lips against yours. the kiss starts off sweet and slow, but when your hands wander up and into his shirt, it deepens. he grabs the underside of your legs and lifts you up, and you wrap your thighs around his waist. he pulls away from the kiss to breathe, before diving back in. your hips grind down onto his, and his hips buck up to meet yours. he swallows the moan that you let out when his bulge presses against your core. the two of you get interrupted when dean honks twice on the horn, hurrying you both up.

sam breaks the kiss with an annoyed groan, gently letting you go to stand up. “damn it, dean…” sam sighed, rubbing at his temple.

you giggle and stand on your tiptoes to press a kiss to sam’s cheek. “i’ll go wait in the car, baby. love you.”

he watches you head towards the door, and you turn around. “don’t forget to take care of your little… problem.”

he playfully rolls his eyes and waves you off. “yeah, yeah. i love you too.”

ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ ʚଓ་༘࿐

while looking for john, the three of you get involved in a case that he was previously working on before vanishing. it was a common occurrence in the town, apparently. there were stories of a woman in white who would be seen on the same stretch of road, asking for entrance into a man’s car, only for the man to never be seen again.

“it’s actually known in a lot of states and countries. its true origin is unknown, but it’s most known in mexico. la llorna, or “the weeping woman”, she’s usually a ghostly figure dressed in a white dress. always crying and searching for her children that she drowned,” you explained to the brothers.

dean looks almost shocked that you knew all this, whereas sam has nothing but pride written on his face. “wait. so she drowned her kids? or they accidently drowned?” dean questioned.

“there’s a lot of speculation about it, and i don’t believe anyone really knows. in the original legend, she drowns her kids in a fit of rage after finding out her husband has cheated on her. others say they were just young, and she left them alone in the tub. it really depends.”

dean mutters a small ‘jesus’, and sam is already walking towards where his computer lies on the motel bed. “i’ll start looking into the local town obituaries then and see if it mentions anything similar,” he announces. “thanks, pretty girl.” he kisses the top of your head proudly, making you smile.

the boys quickly find the woman’s old house, leaving you to stay at the motel. “i just don’t want you getting hurt, bug. and i’ll be safe, i promise,” sam tells you, before kissing you ‘goodbye’. like a dog, you sit by the motel window, waiting for his return. after nearly an hour of doing so, is when you drag yourself to the bed, and sleep comes quickly after you lie your head down. dean and sam come back safely shortly after, with dean retreating to the motel room right next to yours and sam’s. he notices your sleeping form on the bed, quietly dressing down to his boxers and shirt, lying down beside you. “shh, it’s just me, bug. you’re okay,” he whispers when you stir.

you roll over to look at him, sleepily smiling. “hey, baby. everything went fine?”

he nodded, rubbing your arm. “yeah, yeah, it did. thanks to you.”

you shyly shrug your shoulders. “i’m sure you would’ve found it out too, my smart boy.” he blushes at the nickname and hides his face in the junction of your shoulder. he begins to leave a trail of kisses down your neck, making you squirm. your still slightly hot and bothered from when the two of you got interrupted by dean the day before last, and sam can sense it. he changes his position to hover over you, continuing his attack on your skin. he bites down on your exposed skin just below your collarbone so it’s not visible. he licks at it to soothe the sting, causing you to lightly moan. your hips buck into his, and you grab one of his hands to pull it towards your core. “c’mon, sam. you know what i want…”

he laughs against your shoulder. “eager, aren’t we?” but he doesn’t fight your advances. he traces the waistband of your panties, making you shiver at the soft touch. a fucking tease, that’s what he was. he nearly moans himself when he feels how wet you already are. “jesus, bug, all this for me?”

you press your hips harder against his fingers, seeking any friction that you can. “only for you. always for you, baby,” you whimper. with the way your body was shaking, he knew you were already on the edge. just waiting for a little more. it was a month since the two of you were last intimate, and he would be lying if he said that he wasn’t close himself at just the thought of sending you over that edge.

he slides his pointer and middle finger into your underwear, before inserting them into your pussy, making you cry out. like a man starved, he dives in to kiss you, muffling all the whimpers that escape your mouth. he didn’t want anyone to hear them, and especially not dean. they were special to him, and for his ears only. besides, he’d probably die of emarrassement if dean mentioned him hearing anything to sam. slowly, he pumps them in and out of you, dragging them against your walls. one hand grips the hem of your baggy shirt, while the other holds onto the ends of his hair. your grasp is tight, making sam whimper in response, and you swallow the sound happily. once he finds your sweet spot, he doesn’t stop hitting it. over and over again, making you see stars.

“right there! right there, keep going, baby,” you cry out against his lips.

he coos. “i know, pretty girl. almost there, yeah? doing so well for me.”

the combination of his words of praise and his thumb pressing down against your clit sends you over the edge. quietly crying out his name as you come all over his fingers. he pulls them out slowly, and reaches across you to grab a tissue off the nightstand. he wipes your fluids off your thighs and his fingers, before throwing it into the nearby trash can. with his other hand, he brushes some hair away from where it sticks to your forehead. “what about you?” you croak, gesturing to where his cock strains against his boxers.

he shakes his head, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “no, bug, i’m okay. this was all about you. you helped us out tonight, and you deserved a reward for that.”

and you’re getting too tired again to fight with him, so you just nod and shove your face into his shirt. “i’m gonna miss you, you know. when you go back to college.”

his hand slides up your shirt to trace patterns on your back. “yeah, about that… i was thinking. dean and i were a good team, better than i remember us being. and your knowledge on the lore really helped us out, as well. maybe we could, you know, continue doing this. hunting,” he softly admits.

you pull back, just enough to look up at him. “what about college? and your interview for law school? i thought that’s what you wanted?” it didn’t make any sense. he had worked so hard for this, why would he throw it all away now?

“i know it is, bug, but there’s something more important than school in my life. you. doing all this tonight made me realize that the sooner we find dad, the sooner we hunt the thing that killed my mom. and once that’s over, i’ll be done. i’ll go back to college, and you and i can live together. we can find a small house, get married… maybe even have kids. if you want to, of course. school’s important to me, yeah. and i worked hard for it, but i promised that i would never leave you again, remember? i just have this bad feeling that if i leave you again… i won’t ever get you back.”

through his whole explanation, your eyes never leave his face. you can tell he’s put a lot of thought into this. “okay, baby, if that’s what you want. i don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to.”

“i’m not, pretty girl. promise. i want you, always and forever.”

you lean up to kiss him softly, which speaks louder than words. you would call bobby in the morning and inform that you would begin to travel with sam and dean. he’d be happy for you, even if he’d miss your presence in the house at times. and sure, you’d have to get used to living out of a bag, and eating nothing but gas station and shitty diner food, but it would be with him.

your sam.

your smart boy.

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a/n: i can't believe that we've finally reached the end of this series !! it's such a bittersweet feeling to end it for me. i was originally gonna end it with angst, but i just couldn't hurt my baby sam like that. i truly loved writing this series so much and it really helped me find my love for writing and storytelling again, which i couldn't be more grateful for. i'm also soo grateful for all the love and support i've gotten from each person who has commented, or even just hearted each piece i've written.

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i've PRAYED for times like this

cw: smut.ᐟ pornstache!jensen.ᐟ softdom!jensen.ᐟ pussy eating.ᐟ fingering.ᐟ overstimulation.ᐟ 18+

in my mind pornstache!jensen is a filthy fucking munch…

you’re already whining before his mouth even lands between your legs. something about the way he looks at you— head tilted, hands slowly spreading your thighs, that lazy fucking grin under his moustache reeks of cockiness, one title he’s earned.

he always starts off like he’s starving. strong hands curling around the backs of your thighs, dragging you down against his face like he’s going to suffocate there. jensen doesn’t care if he can breathe— what’s the sense if he’d happily live between your thighs for the rest of his days.

it started off when you climbed onto his lap with some stupid joke, something cocky and bratty about how he’d been to busy for you lately.

“i told you,” he murmurs against your inner thigh, spreading your pussy open with the flats of his two thumbs, “you shouldn’t run that pretty mouth.”

“why?” you ask softly, almost teasing— but your voice cracks at the edges, knowing exactly what you’re walking into.

“cause you know what comes next.” he leans in, nose brushing your clit. “now i gotta eat the attitude right outta this cunt.”

you nod quietly and hold your breath as his head dips lower. all you can see is his rich brown hair cascading over your belly before warmth spread through your cunt.

he spits on your pussy purely to watch it drip, then laps it up slow—tongue thick and wide, dragging up your slit. then he’s pushing two fingers inside you. long, curling things, thick enough to make your cunt squeeze around them.

“jesus fuckin’ christ,” he huffs, eyes flicking up through thick lashes, the ends of his messy hair spread out against your thighs. the wet, obscene squelch of his fingers pumping into your cunt echoes between your legs. he grins, tongue licking slow at his bottom lip. “can’t believe this greedy thing talks back.”

your moans fade into whimpers as his fingers curl just right— over and over. his mouth never fucking relenting, deaf to your cries. you lose count of how many times you’ve come for him, brain sticky and useless, everything blurring into the wet slap of his fingers and the sloppy sounds of him making out with your cunt.

until eventually your nails tangle in his longer hair, digging into his scalp, back arched and legs clamped on either side of his head. he doesn’t stop until you’re begging— until you physically tug, trying to pull him away.

“jensen, please,” you beg, breath stuttering as your back arches off the bed, “too much—i can’t—.”

once your completely fucking melted into the matress, then he leans over and kisses you— making you taste the slick he licked from your own pussy.

he slaps it once, just a sharp, wet little tap that makes your legs jolt— and drags his hand away with a smirk like he’s proud of the wreck he’s made. then he’s standing, walking off toward the bathroom with your slick still shining on his chin, tossing a lazy glance over his shoulder.

“you were beggin’ all pretty, but that pussy knows better than your mouth does.”

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jensen if u can hear me.. PLEASE bring the pornstache back

pornstache jensen we miss you

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okay im sorry but no one talk to me for 5 — 10 business days

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schlatt confirming ‘toots’ is his go-to pet name has made my week

schlatt writers abt to go crazy

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ᴡᴇ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ

when dean stumbles across a lonely girl in a graveyard, he doesn't expect to find you. sitting atop a grave all alone, bruised and battered, with stitches littered along your limbs. and in a wedding dress. if john was alive, he'd be furious with dean for bringing a corpse bride back to the hotel with him. but he can't help it. something whispers in the back of his skull, telling him that he can't just kill you or leave you alone. he's drawn to you. like you belong by his side.

a/n: okay new series !! i know i haven't finished "smart boy and pretty girl" yet.. but i PROMISE it will be out soon. i recently rewatched corpse bride and bride of frankenstein (two of my fave movies) and i got inspired to make this series ! i honestly can't wait to start writing it, and PLS lmk if you'd like to be added to the taglist for this story or just any of my future works <33

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i'm so hungry i could eat vinnie hacker.

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my love, my hope

wc: 1.4k

summary: clark is unsure of what to do next, and you bring him hope, just like he has for you

warnings: minor spoilers for 'superman', use of y/n

the kansas sun shined down on clark through his childhood windows. it warmed his face, causing him to stir awake. the heavy weight on his chest combined with the soft thuds of a tail, he knew that krypto was waiting for his temporary owner to wake up. clark lifted his hand to rest it on the pup’s head, scratching him behind his ears. “hey, boy,” he greeted softly. “you’re calm this morning.” however, his words were completely disproven when krypto started licking at the man’s face and barking excitedly. “yes! yes, i know! you’re happy, but calm down, please. you’re gonna wake the whole house.” krypto jumped off of clark’s chest, and ran out of the room and all the way outside, now barking at the cows on the farm. clark watched all of this from his bedroom window, laughing at the dog’s antics. he grimaced at the smell of himself, all the blood and sweat on his suit and body.

he peeled the suit off piece by piece, and laid it in the corner of his bathroom, before slipping into the shower. as the warm water ran down his aching body and washed away the grime, he couldn’t help but think about all that has happened these past few days. everything he thought he knew of his parents, their intentions for sending him to earth… he didn’t know what to make of any of it. the water soon began to turn cold, signalling that he had been in there long enough. he turned it off and dried himself off with the towel his ma had set for him on the bed. he noticed that his suit was missing from the corner. most likely taken to be cleaned, and he made a note to thank ma for doing so.

he slowly toed past the guest room, making sure to not wake you up. he walked down the stairs and into the kitchen to see his pa making some pancakes. “i don’t think you’ve ever slept in so late before,” pa jokes, glancing over at his son. clark rubs at his eyes with a yawn. “yeah, had a long day yesterday.”

“that girl of yours still asleep up there?”

“yeah, she is. i want to let her sleep for as long as she can. she’s been working hard.”

pa turns off the stove, plating the now cooked pancakes. “she’s a sweet girl, that one. your ma and i had to almost put her to bed ourselves. she wouldn’t leave your side last night.” 

clark smiled when he heard that. many always claimed that you were too rude and cold hearted, never caring for anyone but yourself. he never believed all those rumors, instead choosing to find out the truth for himself. and he was proud to learn that they were far from the truth. you may have seemed mean on the outside, and your words were sometimes brass, but it was your actions that let your true self shine. clark had been on the receiving end of those kind hearted actions these past three months, and he couldn’t have been more grateful for it. “yeah, she’s… she’s great. she’s perfect,” he whispered.

you woke up to the sound of gentle knocking on the bedroom door. martha peeked her head in, a smile on her face. “oh, i’m sorry if i woke you, honey. i just wanted to let you know that jonathan made pancakes if you want some,” she said softly, laundry basket in hand. you could see the bright blue and red suit inside of it, and you knew that clark was awake. you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and shook your head. “no, it’s okay. i should probably be up by now, anyways. and thank you.”

“of course, y/n.” she shoots you another smile, before walking down the hall to the laundry room.

you stand from the bed, stretching out your limbs. your body was most certainly grateful for the soft bed that the kent’s had leant you for the night. a much better alternative to the wooden desk chair that you had planned on sleeping in. when you descended the stairs, you were instantly hit with the smell of homemade pancakes. last night, when you and lois arrived with clark, it was the middle of the night, so you didn’t see much of clark’s childhood home. but as you passed by the living room, and entered the kent’s family kitchen, you realized just how warm it was. family pictures decorated the walls, alongside all the little trinkets that were on tables and shelves. small chips were on counterspaces and all of clark’s heights were measured on the living room entryway. it was lived in, but it was loved. this was a family that was caring, which now made sense why clark is such the gentleman he is today.

after finishing up your small plate and washing it, you could hear voices coming from outside. you peeked through the screen door, seeing clark and pa talking to each other. and even though you barely made a sound, it was like clark could sense you were near, and perked his head up. the smile on his face widened ten times more at the sight of you. jonathan followed his son’s cheerful gaze, and landed on you. he took that as his sign to give the two of you some time alone, so he patted his hand on clark’s back and trudged up the front porch stairs. he patiently held the screen door open for you, before shutting it behind him.

“hey, clark,” you greeted, sitting beside him on the swing. “you doing okay?” a stupid question, really. you knew he was anything but. he shrugged, nonetheless, leaning into your side. “about as good as i can be.”

you saw right through that bullshit. “come on, don’t lie to me. what’s really going on in that handsome head of yours?” you questioned gently.

clark blushed at the compliment. he knew nothing ever went past you, especially when it pertained to him. “it’s nothing, really. i just… i don’t know what i’m gonna do, sweetheart. everything i thought i knew about my parents is a lie. i wasn’t sent here for the right intentions, not the ones i thought i was. where do i even go from here?”

his hands were shaking, tugging at the sleeves of his flannel patterned bathrobe. a tell-tale sign of his worry and anxiety. you reached towards him, holding his hands in your own. your thumbs ran across the backs of his hands, hoping it would calm his shaking. “you keep being you, clark. nothing more, nothing less.”

“but what if that’s not enough? what if i fail-?”

you squeeze his hand tightly. “you won’t. clark, before i met you, i used to be… angry. and rude. a lot more than i am now. i used to hate so many people because i could never understand why their lives were so much better than mine. why they were happier, or had loved ones, or had a good job. i just… i envied them. but then i got my job at the daily planet. and then i met you. after that, it was like some switch went off inside me and i didn’t find myself so hateful anymore. i then realized it was because of you. you were that reason, clark. because of you, i love, and i have hope. because of you, i’m still here. just like so many others, my life has been changed by you. you’re enough, clark. and there are still others out there who have hope in you, just as much as i do.”

by the end of your speech, clark was looking at you with nothing but love and adoration in his baby blue eyes. he wasn’t quite sure what to say, so he said the next best words. “i love you, y/n,” he admitted in a whisper.

you were takenaback by his words, but then quickly composed yourself. “i love you too, clark.” he pulled you into a soft, yet passion filled kiss. one of his large hands coming up to cup the back of your head. his fingers threading into your hair to tug you impossibly closer. after a few more seconds, you pulled away to take a breath. not everybody had the ability to hold their breath for an hour like him. he didn’t let you stray too far, pressing his forehead against yours.

“you’re not rude, sweetheart, or angry. i think you’re really nice,” he whispered. you laughed softly. “thanks, babe. i’m glad you think so.”

neither of you knew what the future would hold, but you knew that when the world called, clark would answer. because they had hope, and that’s what superman was. that was what your clark kent had given you.

a/n: guys.. i love smut as much as the next girl, but can we PLEASE get yearning lover boy clark fics as well 😭 also last part of "smart boy and pretty girl" should be out soon, so stay tuned !! love y'all and pls lmk if u ever want to be added to my taglist <333

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superman was so good it had me re-downloading letterboxd. i YEARN to write for clark kent so stay tuned !!

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hi guys !! i recently got back into my wattpad account, and i'm hoping to write a dean winchester x oc story on there, so if u would like to see that, my username is the same on there as my one here. i will also make a pinterest board for the story aesthetic and my username on there is crypticdoe ! as always, love y'all and pls lmk if u want to be added to my taglist <33

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𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗲 ❦

wc: 4.1k

summary: life changes and more feelings arise, but that doesn't change you and sam

warnings: cursing, smut (mdni), heavy make out, dry humping, coming in pants, sub sam, just horny and in love teens

when you woke the next morning, sam was still asleep beside you. your thoughts drifted to his quiet admission of love to you last night, but you didn’t dwell on it for too long. fear that if you did, or even worse, asked him about it, it would only scare him away again. so, instead, you admired him as he slept, taking in all of him. he was so… beautiful. there was no other way for you to describe it, it was just a simple fact. he may have been as large as a moose, but he had the grace and beauty of a deer. you remembered that’s what you compared him to when you first met him. eyes as large and wide as a baby deer. it seems that aging a couple years didn’t take that from him. you hoped it never would. your eyes then dropped down to his lips that are slightly parted, soft breaths falling between them. while sam was gone, you never kissed another boy. didn’t let another boy touch you. to be fair, sam never touched you, either. at least, not the way you wanted him to. slowly, sam began to shift around in your bed, stirring awake. his head turned towards you, searching for your eyes. “good morning,” he said, voice laced with sleep. “morning,” you replied in a whisper. he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, trying his best to stretch in your small bed. “what do you wanna do today? celebrate your birthday early?” he questioned, pulling you closer. “today…? what about your dad? don’t you have to go back to him with dean?” you asked, eyebrows furrowed.

the boy just shrugged, as if not worried about the situation. “dean already knows about me staying with you for the day. besides, my dad doesn’t matter right now, bug. today’s all about you,” he said simply. “but-” you began, but he cut you off with a finger pressed against your lips. “no ‘buts’, okay? lemme do this for you. i wanna have at least today with you. and if he gets mad, fuck him.” his words make you smile, so similar to the ones marie had said to you all those months ago. his hazel eyes dance across your face, watching as you smile. “you’re so beautiful, you know that?” he muttered. you blush, hiding your head in his chest. “shut up.”

he laughs softly, running his fingers through your hair. “no, i’m serious. i didn’t think it was even possible, considering how pretty you looked when we were younger.” if you had told your fourteen year old self that sam winchester would be in her bed, complimenting her, and holding her close, she definitely would’ve looked at you like you were insane. you stayed close to his chest, breathing him in. he smelled like cinnamon and cedarwood, with just a hint of gunpowder. he tapped you on the shoulder. “c’mon, pretty girl. let’s go get some breakfast, yeah?” you nodded and sat up on your bed, stretching your limbs as he pulled you to stand.

he didn’t let go of your hand while the two of you walked down the stairs and to the kitchen. bobby sat at the table eyeing the two of you, but mostly sam. “you want cereal, bug?” sam asked. you just nodded, not straying far from him.

“you two didn’t do anything up there last night, did ya?” bobby suddenly asked. your eyes widened at his question, and sam nearly dropped the carton of milk. “bobby!” you exclaimed, but the older man just shrugged. “no, we went to you with a stern, but soft look in his eyes. “you doing okay?” he mouthed. you nodded, sending him a soft smile. “i’m okay. promise.”

you could tell he was still a bit wary, but some of his tension melted away. sam placed the cereal bowl in front of you, taking the seat beside you. bobby turned his attention from you to sam, sending him that stern, fatherly look. “i wanna talk to you, boy,” he said, standing up from his seat. sam knew better than to try and argue, so he stood and followed bobby out to the living room. they were just far enough that you couldn't hear much of their conversation.

“i could slap you upside your head, boy,” bobby muttered at sam. despite sam being over a head taller than the man, he felt like a little kid being scolded, again. “i can't believe that stunt you pulled. leaving her for nearly a whole damn year?”

“yeah, i… i know, bobby. i’m sorry,” sam said.

“what could have even possessed you to do something like that?”

sam then explained what he told you the night before. everything having to do with his dad, and him not allowing sam to call you anymore. by the end, bobby couldn’t wait until he would see the winchester father face to face to share some words. “if that ever happens again, sam, you call me. understand that? without you… she nearly lost herself. i can't see her like that again.”

sam nodded, jaw set and firm. “it won’t, bobby, i promise.”

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after breakfast, sam told you to get yourself ready. when you asked why, he just kissed your cheek and said that it was a surprise. you thumbed through all the clothes in your closet twice. nothing seemed to really call your name. until your eyes landed on the brown dress you bought last year. you hit a growth spurt since then, so you weren’t even sure if it would still fit you, but it wouldn’t hurt to try.

it fell just above your knees, so you slipped on a pair of low rise jeans under it. you recently saw on tv that it was the new fashion trend. you then quickly curled your hair and put on some mascara before grabbing your messenger bag and slipping on your converse. when you walked down the stairs, sam’s back was turned towards you, and you could see that he was wearing an old suit that bobby must've given him. bobby was muttering something about a “stupid tie” and how he “hasn’t done this in years. the sight caused you to stifle a small giggle, which made sam’s head turn towards you.

“wow…” he whispered, eyes wide as he watched you walk down the stairs. you blushed, ducking your head. he bent his head, trying to catch your eyes. “you ready to go?” you nodded. he headed towards the front door, opening it for you. before you followed, you turned to bobby, hugging him. he hugged you back, before pulling you away to look at you. “just like your mom. so beautiful.”

he pressed a kiss to your temple while squeezing your shoulders. “you have fun today, alright?”

“i will,” you promised, before stepping out with sam.

when you showed sam where your car was, he let out a small laugh. “just like dean, huh? you and your muscle cars. you shrugged, tossing him your keys. “they're badass.” he just shook his head and opened the passenger door for you. once you were inside, he hopped into the driver’s side. while he was adjusting everything, a small photo fell from the visor. he picked it up to read the date on the back. may 2nd, 1999. when he turned it over, it was faded picture of you and sam from his sixteenth birthday. even though it was only last year, it felt like the both of you had changed so much. grew older, looked different, matured, everything.

“i always kept it with me,” you admitted in a small whisper. “it’s the only picture i had with the two of us in it.”

“well, guess we’ll have to take a few more, huh?” he looked over at you with a smile.

“i guess so.” you smiled back at him. it was the most you had smiled in a while.

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sam took you to a town about an hour away, assuring you he didn’t mind the drive. most of the drive was filled with the two of you talking about anything and everything. he told you how john was becoming angrier by the day, and drinking more by the night. you squeezed the hand he kept glued to your thigh in understanding. he also told you about all the different high schools he and dean had been to. you liked those stories the most. it was interesting to learn what a high school was like and the typical high school experiences from someone else and not from books or television. when he asked you about your schooling, you told him how you had finished earlier this year and he gently squeezed your thigh. “that’s amazing, bug! are you gonna go to college?” he asked, turning to look at you and then back at the road. “probably not,” you said. “i like staying at home and doing research on the monsters.” he nodded his head, but his eyes shifted and his body became tense, like there was something he was keeping to himself. “what about you?” you questioned. “do you plan on going to college after this year?”

he hesitated for a second, but then nodded his head. “uh, yeah, i’ve been looking into it. all my counselors and teachers say i could get into a really good school if i wanted to. but dean and my dad don’t know. they- they can’t know.”

“hey,” you said gently, grabbing his hand to hold it, “it’ll be between us. and, i’m happy for you. if you do decide to go.”

he opened his mouth to argue, but you silenced him. “sam, i’m serious. if going to college is what you want, then you should go. besides, they got really fancy computers there. i’m sure we can do video calls or something.” he laughed softly, deciding to drop it for now, even though he wanted to do anything but. he wasn’t gonna ruin your special day.

and just like he promised, the day was all about you. he took you to a record shop, buying you all the records you had chosen. he even attempted to buy all the ones you just touched, and you had to practically pry them away from him. “nothing is too much for you, pretty girl,” he tried to argue, but you ended up winning that argument. he then took you to a bookstore where you spent most of your time. following you around like a lost puppy, while he silently held all your books in his hands. afterwards, he took you to a small diner, ordering some food, and a large chocolate milkshake to share. the two of you silently ate your food, until he spoke up. “i don’t know if i told you, but i really like your dress. it’s pretty on you.”

“thanks,” you muttered shyly. “i actually bought it for my sixteenth birthday. i thought it matched… it reminded me of you. that’s why i bought.” he looked at you with that sad puppy gaze, sliding his hand across the table to grab yours. “i’m sorry, again. i should’ve been there for your sixteenth like you were there for mine.”

you squeezed his hand tighter, shaking off his apologies. “it’s okay, sam, really. you’re here now.” that’s all that matters.

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it’s already dark outside when you and sam get back to your house. bobby seems to already be fast asleep, as there’s no lights on. sam carries all your bags as you pull out your house key from your purse. he brings them all the way up to your room, laying them on your bed. he turns towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you close. “i had a really fun time with you today,” he whispered.

“i did too. thank you for all of this.”

“you deserve it, bug. all of it and more.” he swallows, taking a deep breath. “i’m sorry i have to leave tonight. i wanted to spend more time with you.”

“it’s okay, sammy. i understand, really. all of this was more than enough for me,” you assured, squeezing his biceps.

“then let me leave you with one more thing, okay?” he offered. you nodded as he started leaning down to kiss your lips. the kiss was sweet and slow, his hands gripping your hips tighter as he slowly began to kiss you with more passion. your hands trailed up his arms to hold the sides of his neck, feeling the smooth skin beneath your palms. you could feel him straining as if he was trying to hold himself back. you pull back just enough to talk, and he chases after your lips. “don’t,” you whispered.

“don’t what?” he asked, chest heaving.

“don't hold back.”

and those were all the words he needed. when he dove back in, it was more passion filled. as he kissed you, he walked you over to your bed until your knees hit the back of your frame. without breaking the kiss, you wrapped your fingers around the lapel of his jacket, tugging him onto the bed with you. you pulled away again, pushing at his jacket.

“off,” you commanded, and he immediately followed. he struggled to pull it off, but once he did, he threw it somewhere behind him.

he then dropped his head to your shoulder, pressing a small kiss to the junction of your neck. he then pressed another right under your ear, and then lightly kissed down your jaw. you tilted your head back, giving him more access. he gently bit down on the side of your neck, before licking the mark. you let out a moan at the unexpected feeling and slapped a hand over your mouth to quiet yourself. you could feel how the sound affected him as his bulge grew against the inside of your thigh. and you may have been inexperienced, but shit, did he feel big.

your hips uncontrollably jolt against his, and your core presses against his cock. the sensation of the pressure and clothing between you make you both shiver and moan. you grab ahold of his chin, and move his head up to kiss him. his hands hold up his weight and find their place beside the sides of your head. your nails drag down the sides of his neck, not enough to make him bleed, but enough to leave a mark. and sam winchester fucking whimpers when you do so.

the sound acts like a key to unlocking something inside you, as you wrap your legs around his hips, flipping him over. the kiss doesn’t stop once, and sam could’ve come from how assertive you seemed. the confidence then fell, causing you to pull away and breathe. “i’ve never… i’m a virgin,” you blurted.

“i am too,” he responded. “we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

you shook your head. “no, no, i want to. i just… i don’t think i can go all the way.”

“that’s okay, pretty girl, that’s okay,” he assured. “here, let’s do this.” you slid off of him, watching as he moved up to sit against your head. he gestured for you to come closer, and you did, sitting down on his lap. his hands found their place on your waist. “this okay?” he asked, and you nodded.

when you began to kiss again, your hips slowly grinded down onto his bulge, making him moan into your mouth. the room feels warmer and it makes your clothes stick to your skin. a warm and buzzing feeling begins to grow in your belly, making your toes curl. you pulled back, looking him in the eyes. “i-i think i’m close,” you muttered.

“me too,” he huffed. he dropped his head to your neck, and you could feel his hot breath fanning against your skin. he let out a small mewl when you grinded harder against him. “god, y/n, i love you. i love you so fucking much.”

those words were all that you seemingly needed when you could feel the coil snap inside you, biting down hard on your bottom lip to quiet your moaning. sam followed shortly after, as he slowly grew limp against you. his bangs stuck to his forehead from all the sweat gathering there, and you pushed them back. his met yours and they seemed even softer than before. he looked at you like you hung the moon stars. like you were the answer to every question he ever had. like… like you were the love of his life.

“i love you too,” you admitted. “i think i’ve loved you ever since i met you.”

he smiled at that, holding the back of your neck to pull you down, and press your forehead against his. “me too, bug.”

“so… does this mean we’re boyfriend and girlfriend?” you asked softly.

“i think so,” he replied. “do you want us to be.”

“i’d like that a lot, baby.” the nickname falls from your lips accidentally, yet feels like it should’ve been there all along. it makes sam feel all tingly inside and he leans up to kiss you again when he hears a car horn beep twice.

you could feel your heart drop at the sound, knowing his visit was over. “i’ll walk you out,” you whispered, and he just solemnly nodded.

you bent down to grab his jacket, and slipped it on him. then fixing his tie and hair to make him look presentable. he does the same for you, combing his fingers through your hair. the walk down the hallway and stairs is silent. not out of guilt or regret, but in contentment. the acts committed changed everything, yet nothing at all. you guys didn't go all the way, yeah, but this was still something that the two of you shared and would treasure. once outside, you could see that it was only dean in the car, which you were grateful for.

you wouldn't want john to see sam like this, and you don’t think you could control your emotions if you ever faced the man. “give me one second,” you said, before walking in the house to grab a marker. you walked back over to him and grabbed his hand, writing your number on it. “there. that way you can text me when you miss me.”

he hugged you, holding you tight to his chest. “i love you, pretty girl,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. he reluctantly pulled away, looking at you longingly as he began to walk away.

“baby, wait,” you called out. he turned around. “yeah?”

you grabbed his hand and pulled him in for a real kiss. “i love you, too,” you said once you pulled away. “and stay safe.” he squeezed your hand three times. “i always do, pretty girl.”

you watched as he walked away from you, waving at him as he slipped into the passenger seat of the impala. you didn’t head back into the house until the car was completely out of sight, the only remnants left behind was the dust it kicked up. walking back up the stairs, it didn’t feel heavy like the last time he left. this time was different.

you didn’t even change out of your old clothes when you laid down on your bed. the room smelled of sam, and it calmed you down, already pulling you into sleep when a buzz came from your phone. rolling over, you grabbed it from your nightstand and opened the message. it was from an unknown number, but you knew exactly who it was.

“i miss you already, pretty girl :(”

you smiled as you texted back, “i miss you too, baby”

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as the year passes by, sam keeps his promise. he video calls you on your birthday, and blows out a candle on a cupcake that he bought for the occasion. after that, he calls and texts you almost every single day. sometimes it’s long conversations, while other times it’s just a simple ‘good morning’ and ‘good night.’ it doesn’t have to be a grand gesture, you just have to know that he’s still *here* and that he cares. when the old nightmares haunt you, you don’t have to deal with them alone. you can just call sam. it doesn’t matter what time it is, because he’ll pick up everytime.

he visited on his eighteenth birthday with dean, but it’s only for a few hours. it didn’t matter to you, though. because it was the first time you saw him since early october. you gift him another book for his birthday. this time, it’s an annotated book of frankenstein. “it’s my favorite, so i wanted you to carry a piece of me everywhere you go.” that same night, dean takes a new picture of the two of you. it’s sam laughing with cake smushed all over his face, while you’re kissing him on the cheek. you put that one in your car alongside the old one.

you don’t see him again until august, but this time, the visit’s unexpected.

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when sam came to your home, it was almost eleven o’clock at night, and bobby was already sleeping. he doesn’t knock on your front door, he climbs up to your fucking window like some fairytale prince. when he knocks, it jolts and makes you reach for the knife under your pillow. but when you see that it’s sam, you turn down the volume of your fiona apple record and walk to open your window. “baby? what happened?” you asked. he doesn’t respond as he looks at you with those puppy dog eyes. you climb through your window, sitting down beside him on the roof. “do you wanna talk about it?”

he grabs your hand, rubbing his thumb across your scar. “it's my dad. he found out about the whole college thing. he didn't take it too well, and… well, he kicked me out. said if i wanted to leave, then i should stay gone,” he explained.

you shifted closer, knees touching. “oh, baby, i’m so sorry.”

he shrugged. “it’s no big deal. i figured he would react that way, it just, still kinda hurts, you know.” you nodded silently. “i hopped on the first bus i could to see you before i left. the school year starts soon and i have to travel all the way to california and i don’t know how long it’ll take me.”

“you can take my car,” you offered, but he shook his head.

“bug, i’m not taking your car. bobby built that for you, i’m not gonna take it from you.”

you moved closer, now resting your head on his shoulder. “i just want you to get there safely.”

he rubbed your arm to warm you, as you were only dressed in an oversized tee. “i know you do, but i’ll still be safe. i always am.”

“you know… you could come with me,” sam said after a few minutes. “i can find an apartment close to the campus, and we can live together.”

“sam… i would go with you. and you know that, but i can’t just leave bobby in the middle of the night like that. he’s done too much for me in my life for me to leave him like that.”

sam sighed, but didn’t argue. he knew you had a point, but he still wanted you to be close by. “besides, it’s only a day drive. i can drive to visit you on the weekends, or something,” you reassured.

“i’d like that,” he muttered. “hold on, wait here.”

you watch him go into your bedroom and grab something, before joining you back outside. he now has your digital camera in hand. “sam, what are you doing with that?”

“nothing, bug, just taking a picture of you.”

“a picture of me? for what?” you asked with a soft laugh. “to keep with me,” he replies, looking at you with a ‘duh’ expression.

you playfully rolled your eyes, but complied with what he wanted. you fixed your hair and smiled at the camera as the flash went off. “perfect,” he said, looking at the picture. “i’ll print it before i leave in the morning.”

you grab his hand, pulling towards your bedroom. “let’s lay down, okay?” he follows after you, laying down beside you. his hand rests on your hip, rubbing his thumb across the exposed skin of your thigh.

“i’m gonna miss you,” he whispered.

“i’m gonna miss you too, but you can always call me when you do.”

“you know that that’s gonna be everyday, right?” he asks with a laugh.

“yeah, i know. i’ll make sure to keep my phone charged, then.”

he laughs again, pulling you to his chest. he breathes in the smell of your lavender shampoo, savoring it until he can be with you again.

“i love you so much, pretty girl.”

“i love you too, smart boy.”

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[cryptic-doe]

it’s okay diva, dean winchester would’ve never done that to you

[cryptic-doe]

𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗿 ❦

wc: 3.7k

summary: sam has to deal with the aftermath of leaving you, as well as his fear of losing you

warnings: cursing, underage smoking, generational trauma, depression, use of y/n, reader has long hair, john's a bad dad (we've known this)

after your sixteenth birthday, bobby would start to leave you home alone for days at a time when a fellow hunter needed his help. he didn’t like doing it, though, afraid that you would get hurt by someone, or something. that’s why he decided it would be best for you to learn how to shoot a gun. and you were damn good at it, but hated how heavy it felt in your hand. seeing your discomfort with the gun, bobby gifted you a blade instead. it was silver with a white handle, barely longer than the length of your hand. he was also afraid you'd hurt yourself while he was away. at least, that's what you assumed when you saw him locking up all the liquor in a cabinet the night before he left. “i just… i don’t want you resorting to this, honey.”

you didn’t fight, or accuse him of anything, you just walked over to where he stood, and wrapped your arms around him. he held you tight, rubbing his hand over your back in soothing circles. he held you until you cried yourself to sleep, and he laid you down on the couch. when you woke up, you saw a note on the coffee table and some money. “i’ll be back in a week. please take care of yourself, i love you.”

and you did take care of yourself, until you discovered that he forgot to lock away his pack of cigarettes.

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the first time you tried it, you nearly coughed up your whole damn lung and immediately put it out. the smoke escaped out of your opened window, and into the night sky. you grabbed the pack and threw it across your room, watching as it bounced off the wall and spilled the cigarettes all over the floor. you couldn’t stand the sight of them, so you went straight to bed instead. and when you woke up the next morning, it was almost noon, there they laid, staring at you. taunting you. you crawled towards them, grabbing one. walking back towards your nightstand, you grabbed the random lighter you had found last night, and lit it up. this time, the smoke entered you easier. almost like it was greeting an old friend with arms wide open. that same day, you found an old guitar in the attic. it was dusty, and needed some new strings, but it was an easy fix. you got yourself dressed, choosing that hazel colored dress and slipped an old flannel over it. you grabbed some money and your blade, slipping them into your black messenger bag. as you walked into town, the soft hums of jeff buckley played from the portable cassette player bobby had bought for you. “must i dream and always see your face…?”

not wanting to spend much time in town, you bought new guitar strings from a local music shop, and headed into the corner store. dorothy wasn’t working today, instead it was a teen girl. you slid five dollars across the counter. “a pack of marlboro’s, please,” you mumbled. she didn’t even question if you were eighteen, just grabbed the pack and slammed it down in front of you. you muttered a soft ‘thank you’ and she just hummed. but as you grabbed them and put them in your bag, you could sense the judgement coming from her eyes, seeping into your bones. when you got home, you fixed up the guitar. the quiet notes of each string echoed in the empty house, filling it with the smoke falling out of the sides of your mouth. when night fell, you had already learned half of fake plastic trees, and it began to snow. you watched it fall from your window, and wrote about sam, even though it pained you to do so.

you wrote about how much you missed him. his eyes, his smile, his voice, the dimples that would appear on his cheeks when he would smile at you. no one smiled at you like he did. you then wrote about how proud he would be to find out that you were playing guitar. he once told you that you looked like the type of girl that would play. you just laughed, looking at him weirdly. “no, really, y/n. you just seem… talented like that. like there’s more to you on the inside.” you didn’t write about how he would feel knowing that you were smoking now. you knew he’d be disappointed, and just the thought pained you enough. but, lastly, you wrote about how much you missed his touch. how his large palms cupped the sides of your face when he kissed you. how he would hold your hand so gently, yet gripping it so tight. or how he didn’t falter from the large scar on your hand. he would hold that hand just as much as the other, running his thumb across your palm. you slowly drifted to sleep on the floor next to your window, tears falling onto the pages of your journal, and palm stinging.

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a few more months pass by and it’s already mid-april. and as the weather begins to change, so do you. most of your style still stays the same, but instead of just floral dresses and flannels, you add in ripped tights and jeans, paired with studded bracelets. your music taste branches farther out now. instead of just radiohead, you now listen to nu-metal bands like korn and kittie. it rains almost everyday, and flowers begin to bloom. even the old weeping willow in the backyard had begun to grow again. in one of bobby’s old mythology books, you once read that in ancient china they represent the grieving process, or an overwhelming sense of sorrow. when you read that, it made sense to you why it was growing again. those few spring months that you knew sam, it had never bloomed.

bobby bought you a new phone, as your old one had broken a few months ago. a little congratulatory gift for you graduating high school early. “that’s because i have an amazing teacher. and i’m homeschooled,” you had joked earlier that night. as well as the phone he bought, bobby got you another gift. he wrapped an old dishcloth around your eyes, slowly leading you down the front porch steps and to the side of the house. he held your shoulders, guiding you through the maze of old cars he had collected over the years. finally, the two of you came to a stop. he squeezed your biceps tight. “you can take the blindfold off now, honey.” you untied it, holding the cloth in your hands when you let out a gasp. “oh my god, there’s no way.” slowly, you walked forward to the car sitting in front you. it was a classic, 1970 ford mustang in a muted green color. you couldn’t believe what was in front of your eyes. you turned back around to look at bobby. “you fixed this up? all by yourself?” you asked. “well, don’t act so surprised, but, yeah. with some slight help from rufus.” you smiled brightly, running up to the older man to hug him tightly. “thank you, bobby… so much,” you whispered. he pulled you back to get a good look at you. and in the light, you could’ve sworn he was crying, but he wouldn’t say anything. “look at you… my little girl is all grown up. you deserve it, honey. i’m so proud of you.” by the time he’s done talking, you’re already crying all your makeup off as you hug him again. once upon a time, you used to miss your dad. but, now, you realize that you don’t have to anymore, because bobby is right there.

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once you had finally learned to drive, you would drive yourself into the next town over. there was a quaint, little bookshop that you had gotten a job at. it was owned by marie, a woman in her mid thirties. you were the only employee who worked there, but you didn’t mind. it was rare for anyone to stop by the shop, which gave you the time to stock the shelves, and even look around for yourself. sometimes marie would visit the shop, and when it wasn’t too busy, the two of you would talk. well, she did most of the talking, and you would just listen. the two of you would never stick to just one topic. she would tell you all about her younger years, what highschool was like for her, or which of her boyfriends were the better kisser. or she’d tell you about the two cats she had at home, the new romantic comedy she had just watched, even what she’d had for dinner the night before. you would always let her talk, because you knew that that’s what she needed. all while watching as she would talk with the biggest smile, never faltering or missing a breath. and she was so beautiful, which matched her on the inside.

on days when you were even more quiet than usual, she’d soften the tone of her voice, meeting your eyes. “what’s going on with you today, hm?” it was always with that motherly tone that would just make you spill your heart out. you would tell her all about your childhood, bobby, or what you did when at home. obviously without mentioning the family business of monster hunting or you doing research on said monsters. you don’t think you’ve ever spoken to someone so much, minus bobby and sam. “what ever happened to sam, huh? did you ever reach him?” she had once asked. it had been months since someone had spoken his name aloud. when he first left, you didn’t like to talk about it, and when bobby did, he would just refer to him as ‘that boy’, ‘idjit’, or even just ‘it’. after a while, you believed that you would never hear it said by another voice again. it made your heart ache to hear it. “uh, no, i didn’t. when he stopped calling me, i would try almost every night. pretty soon, it just went out of service,” you explained. when she looked at you, she didn’t give you pity, or half-assed apologies. but when she looked at you, it was almost like a part of her could understand what you were going through. “if he was the one for you, y/n, then he’ll come back. and if he wasn’t… fuck him.”

more months pass by, including sam’s birthday. you think about him, but you don’t miss him as much as you thought you would. before going to bed that night, you go to your journal, only to discover that you hadn’t written about him since february. a part of you feels free at the discovery, but the other part, the larger one, feels fear. like you’re losing the one piece of you that you never wanted to. only a few days later, you get a call from marie’s sister. she had gotten real sick, real fast. all the smoking she had done when she was younger caught up to her. “she told me to thank you for these past few months. you were a great worker, and an even greater listener and friend. she said to pick out as many books as you want from the shop.”

when the call ends, you fall asleep holding the lilac butterfly tight to your chest, and the next morning, you flush all your cigarettes down the toilet. 

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after marie’s death, you barely even left the house anymore. the house seemed to be even quieter than before. music from your record player didn’t bounce off the walls, making bobby grumble something about, “that damn metal music.” your voice didn’t fill the living room while you played the guitar and sang some of bobby’s favorite songs. and bobby would give anything to hear your soft laughs and giggles that would escape you while watching your favorite tv shows. everything just seemed… dead. bobby continued to leave you home alone, now for weeks at a time. marie was dead, and you had no clue whether sam was alive or dead at this point. dinner night was pointless now, when bobby was home, only he would eat. and if he talked during it, it was like talking to a wall. it’s not like he tried to help you, he did, really. but nothing ever worked with you. when he gave up, his shoulders sagged and it looked like he had aged almost a decade in the past month. he walked over to where you laid in bed, and pressed a kiss to your head. “when you’re ready, i’ll be right here, honey.” he cried that night, afraid that he would lose you.

and maybe that’s why he left so often, because he couldn’t stand the sight of you rotting away like this. it’s not like you enjoyed it, though. you wanted nothing but to get out of this rut. you were just… stuck. and you didn’t have a single clue how to get out of it. there was nothing left for you to do anymore with your life. there was no more bookstore for you to work at. bobby didn’t really need your help with research like he would claim, he had done it by himself years before you were even in his life. and, most importantly, there was no more sam for you to call every night. god, how you missed his voice. you knew it wasn’t right. and you swore to yourself that you wouldn’t think about him. but there wasn’t much left for you to do besides that.

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bobby comes home after being gone for nearly a month, and promises not to leave you during your birthday month. you didn’t even realize october was only two weeks away. the weekend he comes back, he decides to cook dinner for the two of you. you sit at the dinner table reading some of your old comics while he cooks. and for the first time in a while, you find yourself looking forward to something. x-men came out a few months ago, and you had been begging bobby to take you to see it. finally, he caved in. the doorbell rings just as he pours the pasta into the boiling water. “check who’s at the door, will ya?” he asks, looking at you from over his shoulder. when you look up, you see the baby pink apron he’s wearing, the one you got for him for christmas when you were twelve. the sight of it pulls a small chuckle out of you. “yeah, sure,” you muttered, walking over to the door. when you open it, you’re greeted by a face that you almost didn’t even recognize. “...dean?” you asked softly. his features are sharper, and his blond hair almost looks light brown now. he looks just as shocked as you when he sees who opened the door. “...y/n? holy shit, you’re- you’re grown,” he stuttered, eyes nearly bulging out of his head. and then that’s when you hear it. the voice that made you sob until you couldn’t breathe, but the one that would also help you sleep the same night. “y/n’s there? move, let me see her.” and with a light shove to dean’s shoulder, sam comes into view.

there’s a tension that fills the space now, one that dean senses almost immediately. he clears his throat, and mumbles, “i’ll, uh, go talk to bobby.” he quickly walks past you and around the corner, but you pay no mind to him. your gaze doesn’t leave sam, and his doesn’t leave you. “get outside,” you whispered, but there’s an underlying anger that makes him listen. you follow him out to the front porch, slamming the door a bit more harsh than you intended. when you turn around, you look at him, study him. he’s even taller than the last time you saw him, if that was even possible. he had to be taller than dean by now. his hair falls just below his ears, and he now has bangs that fall into his eyes. 

his eyes. how you missed them.

he looks older, you realized. older than the seventeen he turned a few months ago. and it takes everything in you to stop yourself from falling in his arms and sobbing your eyes out, even though you want that more than anything. no. you needed control. composure.

and when sam looks at you, he realizes how much you’ve changed in the past year. your hair is longer, and it looks a shade darker than its original color. your makeup is different, he notices. more eyeliner. a darker lipstick. you have an eyebrow piercing in your left eyebrow, too. even your clothes are different. you’re dressed in a black tee paired with a jean skirt and ripped tights underneath, despite the cold, fall night. it doesn’t look bad. not at all.

it just hits him all at once how much he missed. just like dean had said, you’ve grown. all without him. because of him.

he talks first. “i’m sorry.”

“that doesn’t excuse what you’ve done to me. how you left me for a year,” you muttered harshly.

he flinches like he’s been hurt, but he knows he deserves it. “i know. i know. but… you have to let me explain why. please,” he practically begged. you turn away, not trusting yourself enough to look at him at the moment. slowly, you walk over to your rocking chair. the moment feels all too familiar to the both of you. “talk.”

he doesn’t move from his spot when he begins. “after i left, after my birthday, dad got angry. he said that i was grown now, and needed to focus on hunting. not on… we fought because of it. he ended up taking my phone, but i would always sneak it back while he slept to call you. after a while, though, he found out. he snatched it from my hands and broke it right in front of me. he said you were a distraction, but you weren’t. not to me. once i finally got a new one, i called you instantly. i memorized the number,” he sadly laughs, “but it never went through. said it was out of service.” your phone. it never came to you that sam would try and call again, only for you to have a completely new number. when you look up, you see that sam is now in front of you. on his knees, literally. “i would’ve never ignored you on purpose, y/n. you have to believe me when i say that. this was never your fault, okay? i didn’t leave you because i wanted to, y/n. you were not the problem here,” he assured, as if he could hear the beast of uncertainty snarling in your chest.i lo- i cared for you too much to do that. and i wish i would’ve fought him harder, pushed back more, even if i got beat because of it.”

“i wouldn’t want you to get hurt,” you muttered.

“bug, i would take all of it, and more, if it meant i could have had you for longer than i did.” his words, his doe eyes, and that name, it all makes you crumble.

tears stream down your face, and silent sobs wrack your body as you throw yourself into him. you nearly fall out of the chair, but he catches you, wrapping his arms around your midsection to pull you close. he rocks you side to side, crying into your neck while you do the same. “i missed you so much, y/n. i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” he repeats over and over until his voice cracks. when you pull away, his hands cup the sides of your face, wiping away the tears from your face. “i don’t want you leaving me like that ever again. if you have to leave, you tell me, okay? this is your last chance, sam, please don’t mess it up,” you whispered. he nodded along frantically, pulling you to lean against his chest. “i promise, y/n, i promise i won’t mess it up this time.” your head laid right above his heart, and you could hear how fast it was beating. he rests his chin atop your head, and he could smell the vanilla and lavender shampoo you use. “talk to me, pretty girl, i wanna hear all about you,” he mumbled, rubbing your shoulders.

pretty girl. you liked that name. slowly, you opened yourself to him again, bearing your heart and soul, leaving nothing hidden. you told him how you started smoking and learned how to play guitar, he was disappointed that you smoked, but not angry. you assured him that you had quit, telling him about marie and your old job. you told him all your new interests, what music you liked, your current metal phase, and how much you loved doing research. he let you talk about everything, not interrupting you once. sometime during your ramblings, it got too tiring for you, having you fall asleep on his chest. he could feel your breaths evening out, and he looked down at your sleeping form. he smiled softly, before wrapping you up in his arms and carrying you in bridal style through the house. when he passed bobby and dean in the kitchen, he could see the anger in the older man’s eyes directed towards him, but also the gratefulness. sam nodded towards him once, before carrying you up to your room.

it felt like walking into a childhood home. your room still looked similar, just with new trinkets and posters. he gently laid you on the bed, tucking you in as he brushed some hair from your face and kissed your head softly. as he turned, your hand reached out to wrap around his, tugging him towards your bed. he laughed quietly at your sleep induced antics, but complied. the small, twin bed could barely fit the both of you, but he made it work. wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you to his chest. “i love you so much, pretty girl,” he whispered, and if you weren’t slightly awake, you would’ve missed it. but those three words made your chest warm, and those same butterflies fly in your belly.

the two of you fell asleep holding each other, and when you woke up, he was right there.

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a/n: i promised it would be a bit fluffier, so i hope i delivered. this was originally much longer, but i decided to cut it in half and save the other for the next chapter ! so i hope u guys like it, even tho i kinda suck at writing angst <33 always let me know if u wanna be tagged !!

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guys the next chapter for "smart boy and pretty girl" was supposed to come out today but it's currently STORMING where i live.. it might be postponed until tmrw :( IM SO SORRY GUYS

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𝘀𝗶𝘅𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗶 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 ❦

wc: 3.0k

summary: the friendship between you and sam grows, and maybe something else does, too

warnings: cursing, birthday dread, mentions of a shitty dad and abuse, use of y/n, angst

ever since that fateful day you met sam winchester, you would count every visit he paid you. the first time he visited you was the fall of that same year, when you turned fifteen. and you didn’t feel that dread in your stomach that you usually did when your birthday was fast approaching. because this year was the first year he spent it with you. he gifted you a new journal and pens, even though you insisted he didn’t need to. his presence was enough for you. "i noticed that your old one was getting full. besides, i don't mind doing it anyway…" he did that same shrug and kicking of dirt he did when he gifted you the stuffed butterfly. which you still had, by the way. it laid right on top of your lilac colored pillowcases.

he wasn't gone for long, though, as john dropped him off only a month later. this time, it was only him staying. and for only his second visit to you, it was the longest one. for almost two weeks, the two of you would do anything and everything together. bobby had tasked the two of you to head into town, and get some stuff for dinner that night. when you stepped into the small corner store, the worker greeted the two of you, greeting you by name. “oh, y/n! nice to see you again! and who is this friend you have with you?” she was a talkative, but kind, lady. her name was dorothy, and she would always tell bobby about her daughter, and that the two of you should become friends. he would always make up an alibi for you, explaining why you weren’t available for that weekend. after a while, she stopped asking.

you didn’t reply back, just stared at her with those big eyes of yours. sam politely waved and smiled, muttering a soft ‘hello’ to her, before the two of you walked away. you wished you could be like sam, warm and charming, able to talk to anyone. he lightly tapped you on your shoulder. “i’m gonna head to the frozen aisle, and get the pizza and vegetables.” you just nodded, watching as he turned away. as you scanned the shelves for some more cereal, you could hear the quiet laughing of some local kid. you slightly turned your head to catch a glimpse of him, noticing that he looked to be older than you, maybe 16 or 17.

you quickly dropped your gaze back down, and dug your nails into the scar on your palm. the sting gave you something else to focus on, rather than the tears that formed behind your eyes, or the way your breathing felt heavier. you kneeled down to pick the first cereal you saw, lucky charms, and stood up to find sam. but the boy walked past, shoulder checking you in the process. it made you stumble, landing you right on your butt. “oh, sorry, ghost girl. didn’t see you there,” he laughed wickedly, before turning around the corner. just as he did, sam came around the other corner, vegetables and pizza in hand. when he noticed you om the ground, though, he quickly rushed over to you, bending down to help you up. “what happened?” he asked gently, brushing the dirt off your floral skirt. you just shook your head, not wanting to start anything. “nothing, sam. i just fell.”

he could tell you were lying, but knew better than to push. “alright, well, let’s checkout, okay?” with one hand he held the three food items, and with the other, he grabbed your hand. he started doing that a lot recently, and everytime he did, it would still make your arm breakout in goosebumps and your heart flutter. after checking out, the two of you began to walk down the street, heading back to bobby’s. a few feet behind you, though, was the same boy from the store. you could hear him laughing again, and sensing it immediately, sam looked over at you. “y/n? what’s wrong? what is it?” he asked worriedly. before you could even open your mouth to answer, the boy walked past, sneerily smiling at you. “hey, ghost girl.” sam’s gaze followed him, and you’d never seen him so angry. he clenched his jaw, and asked, “was it him? was he the reason you were on the ground earlier?” your lack of response gave him his answer.

he handed over the groceries to you, and in three quick strides, he was behind the boy, pushing him down on the ground. sam was sitting on the boy’s chest, punching him as hard as he could. if dean was there, he’d be proud of him, but he wasn’t. only you were, and you were screaming at him to stop. you had never raised your voice like that, ever. he only stopped when your hand came to shove him off the boy. “sam, enough!” you cried, and he could see the tears filling your eyes. and when he looked down, he saw that the boy had a busted lip and probably a broken nose. he didn’t care about that, though, only you. he pushed himself to stand, letting the boy scatter away. “y/n, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean-” his hands came up to cradle your face, wipe away the tears, and you almost leaned into it. until you saw the blood on his knuckles, reminding you of something far too similar. you flinched away from him, and sam could’ve sworn he felt his heart break, even more so as he watched you walk hurriedly away from him and towards your house. he kept his distance from you, allowing you time to breathe, but still close enough.

you scurried up the porch steps, and the screen door nearly swung open and hit sam in the face. hearing your hurried steps, bobby walked into the kitchen, “honey, what’s wrong-?” you didn’t answer, just placed the food on the counter, before brushing past him and up to your room. the door didn’t slam, you never slammed anything, but the sound still echoed throughout the house like it did.

you didn’t come down for dinner that night. you barely even moved, minus to change out of your clothes into some pajamas. bobby and sam ate in silence, and as the older man began to clean sam’s knuckles, he asked, “this happened because of those town kids, huh?” but the tone of his voice made it sound like he already knew the answer.

“a boy pushed her in the store, and then he called her ghost girl or something? i mean, what does that even mean? i couldn’t just let him leave after that,” sam explained, hissing when the alcohol hit his cuts.

bobby sighed, setting down the used rag to grab some gauze. “i don’t know why, kid. they've called her that ever since she moved to town. hell, it’s been nearly seven years and i don't think they'll ever stop. they're just damn cruel, that’s what they are.” sam nodded in agreement. “that doesn’t mean i fully condone what you did tonight, sam. that kid needed a beating, yes, but not from you. and especially not in front of her. there's things you know about her, and things you don't, and i don’t want her to lose a good boy like you because of tonight.” the man tapped sam on the shoulder, letting him know he was done. sam hopped down from the counter and grabbed you a plate of food, as well as a can of diet coke. as he walked up the stairs, bobby watched him leave. in all the years he’d known the winchester boys, he knew that they’d only get violent like that over someone they wanted to protect. someone they loved. and by judging the kicked puppy look on sam’s face, he had a good feeling that that’s how the young boy felt about his surrogate daughter.

sam softly knocked on your door and said, “it’s me… please let me in.” a few seconds passed, and no reply. he sighed and began to turn around, when he heard the door click. there you stood, peeking through the crack. “hey,” he whispered. “can i come in?” you hesitated for a second, before opening it to allow him in. walking past you, he brushed against your arm, and you shut your door. he placed the food and drink on your vanity. “i got you some food, i wasn’t sure if you’d be hungry, but just in case.” when your eyes landed on the food, your stomach quietly growled, signaling your hunger.

he sat down on the edge of your bed, running his hands over your flower printed duvet. “y/n… i’m so sorry for the way i acted earlier. i shouldn’t have lost my cool like that, i just-” he took a deep breath before continuing, “knowing that he pushed you down, i didn’t like it. but, still, that doesn’t change the way i reacted. i’m sorry, really,” he repeated. as he spoke, you walked closer to him, landing right in front of him. with him sitting down, the two of you were somewhat at eye level.

“i’m sorry, too,” you whispered. he furrowed his brows, opening his mouth to disagree, but you cut him off. “no, sam, i am. i shouldn’t have ignored you like i did. it’s just when i saw you like that, so angry, i didn't like the way it looked on you.” you didn’t want to say he reminded you of your dad, because he didn’t. your dad never apologized, sam did. you held out your left hand, the one with the scar, and grabbed sam’s hand to place it atop your palm. sam had always noticed the scar, but never believed it was his place to ask what happened.

“when i was eight, my dad got angry and drunk, but that night it was worse. he started throwing things. first it was the tv remote, and then the chair, anything he could break. until all that was left was… the glass shattered and bounced off the wall, slicing my hand. he never taught me how to dress a wound properly, and i’m still surprised it never got infected. as dark as it sounds, it’s the only reminder i have of him. it also serves as a reminder that i will never be like him. and neither are you,” you explained, looking up to meet his eyes that were already on you. “i wasn’t scared of you tonight, sam. but i never want to see you like that again.”

slowly, the boy wrapped one of his arms around your waist, the other cupping your cheek. “you won’t, y/n. i promise.”

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after those two weeks pass by, you don’t see sam until his sixteenth birthday. for those four long months, you had saved up all your money to buy him something special for his birthday, so bobby and you drove to another town. this one was a little farther away, but had more stores. once making it to the small shopping center, you both made your separate ways, promising to meet back in an hour. you passed by a department store, and considered stopping in, but then thought otherwise. you were here for sam, not yourself. you continued on until you made it to the bookstore. like a girl on a mission, you walked directly to what you needed, and then walked back to the front of the store to pay. the girl working looked to be about your age, and she had an eyebrow piercing. cool, you thought to yourself.

“that’ll be $45,” she said, smacking on her gum. you handed over the money, and she handed over your change and book. “have a nice day.” you considered just shyly smiling and walking away, but then you thought of sam. a few nights ago, while talking on the phone, he told you how proud he was that you talked to dorothy at the corner store. you thought it was kind of a stupid thing to be proud of, but sam was proud of everything you did. “you too. and i like your piercing,” you muttered, before walking away. you counted the money in your hand, you still had twenty dollars left. maybe you could buy something for yourself. when you walked into the clothing store, and there was this light brown dress that caught your eye. it was the color of sam’s eyes, you realized. you grabbed what you figured would be the right size and quickly paid for it, realizing almost an hour had passed.

now driving, bobby glanced over at you to see you had two bags. “what else did you get, honey?” he asked. “oh, i got myself a dress. figured my sixteenth birthday is soon,” you shrugged. he smiled. “that's good. you deserve it.”

the next day, sam and dean arrive at your house, but not john. you were silently glad that he wasn’t here. the last thing you wanted was for such a special day to be ruined by an angry father. you greeted dean with a hug now, and did the same with sam. but the one you gave him was tighter, and his touch lingered a little longer. “happy birthday, sammy,” you whispered. “thank you, bug.” he started calling you that, even though you told butterflies weren’t bugs. of course he knew that, he just liked to see your nose scrunch up when you'd get shy about the name.

him and dean could only stay the one night, so the four of you quickly started the festivities. bobby brought out the cake, and you all sang. afterwards, he gave sam his gift, and you beat his ass in mario kart for an hour until he finally gave up. john had called, telling them that they had to stay the night. both you and sam were overjoyed, as the two of you snuck into the roof to watch the stars. a secret little place that had started doing. “so, what’s it like being sixteen now?” you questioned. “i feel old,” he replied with a laugh. you laughed too, and your hand fell to your side, brushing his. he looked over at you, hazel eyes glittering in the moonlight. they dropped to your lips, before looking back up. “oh, wait,” you said, standing up. “where are you going?” he asked, but got no reply.

crawling back outside, you now held his wrapped gift. “here, happy birthday.” he grabbed it from you, rubbing his thumb across the rainbow paper. “you didn't have to get me anything.”

you shrugged, responding with the same words he told you on your birthday. “yeah, i know. i don't mind doing it anyway.” he chuckled, unwrapping his gift. now in his hands was the complete lord of the rings books, all wrapped into one. “oh my god, bug… there's no way you bought this,” he whispered. “i saved up all my allowance.”

his eyes met yours, and you had never seen anyone look at you with so much love. he reached forward to wrap his arms around you, and pull you into a hug. “this is the best birthday ever, y/n. i’m serious,” he said, voice muffled by your hair. when he pulled back, his large hands held the sides of your face. he was so close, the tip of his nose brushed against yours. his breath fanning across your face. this time, your eyes fell to his lips. he licked them almost nervously. “can i…?” you nodded shakily. “yeah…”

his lips pressed against yours, and it felt like fireworks exploding in your belly. it wasn’t perfect, not by any means, but to you it was. it was just the right amount of gentleness and passion, mixed with a little bit of awkwardness. you could never ask for a better first kiss.

the two of you now laid on your bed, your head on his chest. “i can't believe i’ll be sixteen soon,” you whispered. to be quite honest, you never thought you'd make it this far. “but at least we can feel old together.” sam laughed, looking down at where you rested against him. he dreamed of times like these, and couldn't believe that they came true. “that's right, we will. and i’ll be right there, celebrating with you. i promise.” you snuggled deeper into his chest with a smile. “i can’t wait.”

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two months go by, and sam helps you plan your sixteenth over the phone. he could finally drive, and he promised to take you to a drive-in near your house. he even said he’d buy you a nice cake, whichever one you wanted. that was, until, the calls just… stopped.

first it was a week, and then it was two. those weeks turned into months, until it was finally your birthday. your calls didn’t even seem to go through anymore. the number you are trying to reach is currently out of service… that stupid message played over and over again every night, until you stopped trying. you always asked bobby, though, if he had called and he’d give you that same sorrowful look. the night of your birthday, you still dressed up. you curled your hair, put on some mascara, and wore the dress you bought, just in case. but as only bobby brought out the cake, softly singing you ‘happy birthday’, you knew your wish wouldn’t come true. you blew out the candles with that familiar pit in your stomach, watching as the embers softly burned. bobby cut you a slice, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “happy birthday, sweetheart. ‘m sorry.”

when you went to bed, you gazed out your window and onto the roof. praying, wishing, that you'd somehow see those hazel eyes and bright smile. your sheets oddly still smelled like him, and you dug your nose a little deeper into your blanket. and as you drifted off, you dreamt of sam’s sixteenth birthday. the kiss. the promise. not tonight.

you didn’t see sam winchester for a whole year after that night.

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a/n: hey guys.. hope u aren't too mad at me after that ending.. i know i said i would do more romance in this part, but i was lowk vibing w the angst so i jumped on it. there will be romance in the next one I PROMISE. anyways, i love y'all and hope u enjoyed !! also lmk if u ever want to be tagged <33

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𝗽𝗶𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗮𝗺 ❦

1999 - it was around sam's sixteenth birthday, and bobby bought a nintendo for you and him to play together. he was over the moon to have something like this, considering the way he lived and who his dad was. bobby bought the two of you only one game, mario kart, and it's safe to say you absolutely wrecked him in it. you played as princess peach, and him as mario, and for an hour straight, you beat him in every single match. your birthday has already passed, and bobby got you a digital camera. you ran upstairs as quick as you could to grab it, only so you could have a picture of him sulking as you beat him for the tenth time

2003 - it was the summer after sam's first year in college and he came to visit you. you still lived with bobby, but he was out of town, leaving you home alone to watch your dog. you were a little nervous as scooby, that was his real name, didn't take too kindly to new people. but he was instantly attached to sam, following him wherever he went, jumping on his lap, you name it. it would sometimes make you laugh to see a big dog sitting next to your just as big boyfriend. with the new camera sam bought, you were able to capture scooby nipping sam's nose. you kept that picture in your wallet, the one of your two boys

2005 - this was captured a few months after you and dean came to pick sam up from college. you hated doing it, but you knew that only you and dean wouldn't be enough man-power to find their dad. besides, both of you were happy to see sam. there was really no reason you took this picture. you just thought he looked hot as shit explaining lore to you, especially in that t-shirt

𝗽𝗶𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝘀𝗮𝗺 𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 ❦

2002 - it was the friday night before sam would leave for stanford. when he ended his huge argument with his dad, he was only a state over and took the next bus ride to south dakota. despite only dating for a little under a year, you were his best friend first, and only wanted to see you. bobby was already fast asleep when sam got to your house, and the two of you sat on the rooftop to watch the stars. you already knew all about his plan to go to college. hell, you encouraged him to go. he was a smart boy, far too smart to stay in the hunting business. he tried convincing you to move out with him, but you told him that you cared for bobby far too much to leave in the middle of the night. sam didn't fight, he understood. he slipped back into your room for only a second to grab your old digital camera. he was suprised the thing still worked. he took a picture of you looking up into the night sky, wearing one of his old shirts. he silently swore to himself to buy you a new camera soon

2005 - it was a few weeks after you and dean had picked sam up from college. the three of you had just finished fighting some wendigo, and you were back on the road. after grabbing a glass bottle of diet coke, you noticed one of those sticker and fake tattoo machines on the way out of the gas station. you yelled at dean to grab you a few quarters out of the car, which he grumbled about, but did so anyway. you put them into the machine, picking out two things. one was a bookworm sticker you got for sam, and fake butterfly tattoo you got for yourself. sam stopped in his tracks when he saw you bent down to get your little winnings, and pulled out your camera from his pocket to capture your innocent beauty in the setting sun

2005 - it was later in the year, and halloween was right around the corner. it one of those rare occasions that you and sam didn't have any monsters to hunt, and the two of you could be a regular couple, he stumbled across a new book called twilight. he only needed to read the synopsis to know that you would instantly enjoy this book. romance, vampires, it was right up your alleyway. when he gifted it to you later that day, he woke up the next morning to find out that you finished the whole book overnight. that same morning, he took you out to breakfast, and you practically begged him to take a picture of you holding an apple, just like on the book cover. he laughed to himself but took it anyway, muttering about how much he loved his nerdy girl

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a/n: i'm currently working on the next installment of this series.. but i was already having withdrawals from these two. and i LOVE photo album posts relating to a series, so i figured i'd do my own ! i hope to get out the next chapter sometime this weekend, so stay tuned <333

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