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SPNPOCWEEK DAY 2
FAVOURITE (one off)Â CHARACTER / BLUE - CASSIE ROBINSON
#miss her#fav dean love interest lowkey...#highkey actually#prettiest ever dean is so real i bet he never got over fumbling her
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Have you had any recent nsfw thoughts abt Sam winchester?
Yes⌠alwaysâŚ. I think he is always touching you, hands on your hips or resting on the small of your back, guiding you through crowds or haunted houses, just always with a hand on you. Heâs even worse when the two of you are in bed/not in public, hand on your stomach, dipping into your jeans as he kisses you lazily.
Thatâs another thing. Sam Winchester is a KISSER. Itâs his favorite thing in the world. He will always be down to make out. Youâre scared? âCâmere, angel, let me make it better.â And heâs kissing the breath right out of your lungs. Youâre bored in the motel with nothing to do while Dean goes to grab dinner? âI have an idea,â with a shit-eating grin as he coaxes you into his lap. He loves a lazy make out, just grinding and grabbing and touching and feeling.
#bringbackdryhumping was actually invented for Sam Winchester. If there is something he enjoys more than giving head, (which, letâs face it, there isnât) itâs dry humping. He fucking loves dry humping. Trust me on this one guys. Dean has walked in on the two of you dry humping a few times and has since started knocking really loud before entering rooms where the two of you are alone together. And then waiting for about a minute so you can get untangled.
Sam likes having his hair pulled, will whimper and whine and beg and plead. Heâs a whiner. He loves to whine. He loves to give you big wide puppy dog eyes if youâre on top and then he will beg really pretty. He loves when you ride him or even just take control in general- heâs a switch at his core so he can go either way, but something about watching you do whatever you want to him gets him going.
I love you Sam Winchester please come home. Please. Please
#grudges recs !#sammy !!#oh sam winchester i want u bad#whiny sam ugh just died#he's so hot actually
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wish there were more good baldur's gate playthroughs on youtube so i didn't have to keep watching the same two hour long slimecicle video over and over again
#grudges yaps ...#sorry i haven't been active im in my bg3 era again#im constantly either playing the game or watching the slimecicle video for the 15th time#i can't stop won't stop#addicted#ive tried looking for more playthroughs that i like but i havent found one yet#if you happen to see this and know of one pls tell me
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RAA IT'S DONE!!! it hurt so fucking bad definitely like at least 6/10 pain scale but it looks sick as fuck đ also lowkey feel like my chapstick on my bedside table is mocking me bc my lips already feel so dry and chapped and it's only been like four hours pls T-T
IM GETTING MY LIP PIERCED TOMORROW EEEE !!!
#grudges yaps ...#I LOVE ITTT#maybe i'll post a pic eventually but i look botched rn#not the piercing but like my face in general#i need to wash my hair lmaoo
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sam girls LOVE gale dekarios
#reblogging this bc i just played through the boat scene again#hes so sam coded idk like...tell me the difference between these two pictures it's the same picture#gale is just like a little bit more of a nerdy loser lowkey#sam winchester#gale dekarios#sammy !!#gale of waterdeep#bg3
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IM GETTING MY LIP PIERCED TOMORROW EEEE !!!
#grudges yaps ...#saaurrr excited teehee#technically today if you think about it... exciting news#i'm gonna be so swag#everyone around me is going to hate it bc they all already hate my septum LMAO#but idec i'm so excited
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SUPERNATURAL || âJus in Belloâ 3.12
#actually going to pass out the way sam looks at him is so fucking funny#theyre the most siblings to ever exist im so sorry like#yeah exactly#the fucking glare omg..#the exact face my sister makes at me when i make an inappropriate joke at an inappropriate time#like girl if you don't shut up#supernatural is a comedy if you think about it
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・đŚšÂ°â§Â across the roomâ´,
summary.youâve seen sam around. heâs seen you too. all youâre both waiting for is the perfect opportunity to go from strangers to something more.
pairing. stanford!sam winchester x reader  genre. soft smut ( mdni )
wordcount. 1263
notes / warnings. apologies that this took forever. but here it is!! // steamy make-out session, grinding, implied arousal, soft hair-pulling, handsy underclothes action, breathy dialogue. wearing sam's hoodie!!!
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 read part 1, part 2, part 3
You donât mean to wear his hoodie. Itâs not a conscious choice, exactly.
You just⌠slept over. Totally innocently. There were notes and popcorn and exactly one (1) aggressively PG-13 cuddle session before you both passed out on top of the covers like you were in some romcom fever dream. And when you woke up, a little cold and very late, the only thing nearby was the hoodie he peeled off around midnight. So you threw it on. No big deal.
Exceptâit is a big deal.
Because the minute you walk into class, slightly flushed and chewing the drawstring, Sam sees you.
Heâs already there, sprawled in the back row like he owns the place, hoodie sleeves shoved to his elbows and pen dangling from his fingers. Heâs mid-sip of coffee when you step through the doorâwearing his hoodie, too-long sleeves bunched at your wrists, the neckline stretched just wide enough to hint that thereâs probably not much underneath.
You donât notice him at first.
But he notices everything.
The way you tug the sleeves over your knuckles. The way you scrunch your nose at the overhead lights. The way you slip into the seat beside your friend, like this is just any other Monday.
Sam almost chokes on his coffee.
He forces himself to look awayâforces his brain back onto psych terms and lecture slidesâbut youâre sitting three rows ahead and slightly to the left, and he can still see the hem of his hoodie covering your thighs.
When the professor announces a break halfway through, Samâs on his feet before the words fully land. He doesnât even think. Just follows the slow stream of students out into the hallway, scanning untilâ
There. Youâre by the vending machine, punching in a number with a furrowed brow and your tongue pressed to your cheek. Samâs dead.
âHey,â he says, voice low as he steps up beside you.
You turn, startled. Then you smile, soft and sleepy-eyed. âHey.â
He doesnât kiss you.
He wants toâwants to back you against the glass and taste the cherry Chapstick you always keep in your bag. But he doesnât. He just reaches out, slow and careful, and brushes his knuckles against the hem of the hoodie.
Thumb finding the drawstring. Fingertips brushing your hipbone. Barely thereâbut burning, all the same.
âLooks better on you,â he murmurs.
Your breath stutters. âOh.â
He smiles, lazy and a little smug. âWanna come over after class?â
You blink. âTo⌠study?â
His hand slips to your waist. âSure. Weâll call it that.â
Youâre useless for the rest of the lecture.
You try to take notes, reallyâyou even open a Google Doc and type âcognitive dissonanceââbut the only thing dissonant is the state of your thoughts.
By the time you get back to his dorm, itâs raining again.
Of course it is.
You toe off your shoes and shrug out of your coat, only now realizing you never took the hoodie off. Sam doesnât commentâjust locks the door, tosses his bag aside, and turns to you with that look.
The one that says youâre mine, even if he hasnât said it out loud yet.
Youâre still dripping rain when he pulls you in.
Itâs not rushedânot like last time, where it built slow and sweet and soft. This time, itâs now. Itâs urgent. His hands are at your waist before you can speak, pulling you into him with a quiet, hungry sound in the back of his throat.
The door clicks shut behind you. Your coat hits the floor. And then his mouth is on yours.
Godâhis mouth. Hot and wanting, lips dragging yours open, tongue stroking like heâs already forgotten what it feels like to not be kissing you. He groans when you fist your hands in his t-shirt, tugging him closer. You can feel the tension coiled in his frameâlike he's holding back, but just barely.
âStill cold?â he murmurs against your lips.
You shake your head. âNo.â
He smilesâthen presses you back until your spine hits the door, his body caging you in like youâre something heâs starved for.
"Youâve been driving me insane all day," he breathes, nose brushing your cheek. "In my hoodie."
âIt was right there,â you whisper, breathless. âI didnât think itâd be a big deal.â
Sam huffs a laugh, low and rough, and tilts your chin so he can kiss you againâdeeper now, more tongue, more need. One hand slides up under the hem of the hoodie, skimming bare skin, palm splaying warm and greedy across your back.
And then you do itâshift your hips just enough to feel him. The hard line of him, unmistakable and pressing against your thigh.
He gasps. Like you short-circuited him. His fingers twitch at your waist.
âShitâdonât do that,â he mumbles, eyes fluttering. âIâll lose it.â
You do it again. Slow. Intentional. Your hips rock just enough to grind against him, and his whole body stutters. One arm slams against the door behind you for balance. The otherâthe otherâslides down to grip your ass, dragging you closer so thereâs no space left.
Your breath catches. His forehead rests against yours, both of you panting.
âYouâre evil,â he whispers.
âMm,â you hum. âIâm cold. Keep warming me up.â
Thatâs all it takes. He growlsâgrowlsâthen fists a hand in your hair and tugs, just enough to tip your head back and expose your throat. His mouth latches on immediately, kissing and licking and biting gently at your pulse like heâs trying to mark you through restraint.
Your knees nearly give out.
His hoodieâyour hoodie, nowârides higher as you rock against him, and when his hands slip under it, they're not careful anymore. They find the waistband of your bottoms, the curve of your waist, thenâohâup. Fingers dragging over the delicate fabric of your bra.
You shiver when his thumb grazes the swell of your breast. He pauses, breath shaky.
âYou wanna stop?â he asks, voice strained.
You shake your head fast. âNo. Donât stop. Please.â
His mouth crashes into yours again, desperate. He lifts youâlifts youâlike itâs nothing and carries you the two steps to the bed, laying you down without breaking the kiss. You clutch at him, wrapping your legs around his hips, your core grinding right into the hardness in his jeans.
He moansâfull-bodied, ruinedâand you swallow it down.
âYouâre trying to kill me,â he rasps against your mouth.
You smile, smug and drunk on him. âYou like it.â
His hands dive back under the hoodie. He palms your hips, your waist, your ribs like heâs mapping you. His fingers graze the underside of your bra again, this time bolder, brushing over the lace and the heat of you underneath.
You whimper. âSamââ
âYeah,â he breathes, âI know. I got you.â
He kisses you slow this time, filthy and reverent, and you melt under him completely. The hoodie swallows you whole, your panties the only thing left between you and chaos. And the way heâs looking at youâlike youâre everythingâmakes your chest ache.
Youâre soaked. And not from the rain.
His thigh slots between yours and you rock helplessly against it, fingers digging into his shoulders. His hoodie sleeves fall over your hands, hiding how you claw at him, how you pull him closer, how you donât want him to ever stop.
âYouâre not getting this hoodie back,â you whisper, half-drunk on his mouth.
He grins, kissing your jaw. âGood. Looks better on you.â
You giggleâhigh, breathless, aroused beyond beliefâand yank him back down.
And for the next hour, that hoodie never leaves your body.
But everything else does.
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omg hello pretend it didn't take me literally forever to read this uhm catch me tearing up reading this in the middle of my shift.
love love love lowkey kind of the perfect ending? i love a reunion fic i love an exes to lovers trope i love an open ending i love probably everything about this. and sam having someone who also knew jess and loved her like he did and being able to share the grief and the memory of her like he deserves that so much i'm actually :') crying daisy this is perfect <333
after everything ââ . âś s. winchester
summary: reunions, explanations, reconciliations, and hope for the futureÂ
pairings: sam winchester x fem! reader, prev samjess x reader, prev samjessă wc: 4.0k warnings: pt. 3/3, no use of 'y/n', switching povs/omniscient narrator, angst, mentions of jess's death, eventual fluff, a bittersweet/happy ending, kinda edited; all mistakes are my own a/n: wahhh its over guys T-T i had so much fun writing this for you guys and i can't believe its over!! trust i have some other multi-chapter fics lined up for the summer and ofc other one-shots but for right now enjoy the last part of the after series!! the after series masterlist
SAM WOULDNâT ADMIT IT, BUT HE WAS TIRED.Â
Tired of what exactly? He could give you a laundry list that was as long as his forearm. The exhaustion that swept over him was all too familiarâit was permanently etched into his bones like the angel warding Cas had done so long ago.Â
Sam rubbed his face as he hunched over his laptop at the table in the motel. It was one of the nicer ones that he and Dean had stayed in lately. The decor was simple: standard wooden nightstands, lamps on either one, an art print hanging between the beds, and the wallpaper was a simple cream color.Â
Sam was pleasantly surprised when he entered the room and looked at Dean for an explanation. Â
Dean shrugged. âWanted to stay in a place where the smell of cigarette smoke wasnât permanently ingrained in the room.â Â
Sam just nodded his head, and after setting up the warding in the room, he promptly sank into the queen-sized mattress and slept.Â
The hunt was a simple one, just a vengeful spirit that awoke because people were renovating their old house. The previous owner had died in that house, so he didnât take it too kindly to his home being destroyed. It was an open-and-shut case, leaving the Winchesters in a small town in Washington for an extra couple of days.Â
âWe should take a break here.â Dean said as they were in the Impala, heading back from salting and burning the corpse of the old house owner.Â
âA break?â Sam asked.Â
Dean nodded. âWhy not? Weâre a couple miles from Seattle. We can spend a couple of days there before heading back to the bunker.âÂ
Sam studied Dean with a raised brow. He could see the same exhaustion mirrored in his older brotherâs features. Sam swallowed thickly before dragging his eyes away from Dean.Â
âSure, why not. I could use a few days off.â Sam said before pulling out his phone and starting to research things to do in Seattle.Â
Once they made it to Seattle, Dean splurged on another motel, and it felt strange to Sam that he was in a city with his brother but not working on a hunt. So here he was, only two days into staying in Seattle, and he was researching for another hunt. But there was nothing out of the ordinary that caught his attention, making him breathe out a harsh breath as he leaned back in his chair.Â
Dean was out with the Impala, checking out the pop culture museum. It was a shock to Sam that Dean would willingly go to a museum on his own, but considering it was the pop culture museum, it made a whole lot of sense that Dean would want to go.Â
Sam shut his laptop and got up from his seat. The room felt too small for him right now. He grabbed his tan jacket, wallet, and motel keyâfeeling the coastal spring breeze on his cheeks as he exited the motel room. Shoving his hands in his jacket, Sam started to walk further into the city, passing by the different shops and restaurants that Seattle had to offer.Â
It was a sunny day in Seattle, which was rare for the city, but spring was coming to a close, and summer was rapidly approaching.Â
A cafe sign caught Samâs eye. It was a hole-in-the-wall place, but through the shop window, Sam could see the rustic and vintage decor that was hung up throughout the place.Â
They would have loved this place. Sam thought wistfully as he stared into the coffee shop. Before he knew it, his hand was on the handle of the door. When he opened the door, the small bell above the door rang, alerting the baristas of a potential new customer.Â
The scent of roasted coffee beans washed over Sam as he stepped up to the counter. The cafe wasnât too busyâcustomers of all ages were scattered through the floor plan of the place, most working in the quiet atmosphere of the shop, save for the music playing overhead and the sounds of the coffee beans being ground or drinks being made.Â
âHi! What can I get you?â The barista greeted Sam at the register.Â
Sam sent them a polite smile. âCould I get a regular black coffee, hot?âÂ
âIs that all for you today?âÂ
âYeah.âÂ
âOkay, could I get a name for the order? And thatâll be $5 flat.âÂ
Sam gave them a ten-dollar bill. âSam. Keep the change.âÂ
âThank you. Your order will be out soon.âÂ
Sam nodded at the barista, turned around from the counter, took a few steps, and let his eyes scan the shop for an empty seat. He froze when his eyes landed on a familiar figure. You were sitting by one of the big bay windows by the front of the shop. You were writing furiously in a journal while your laptop was open in front of you.Â
Samâs breath caught in his throat as he was transported back to the week after Jess died.Â
Sam ignored his phone for the fifth time today, and Dean was getting annoyed with the constant buzzing and ringing from it.Â
âDude, answer your damn phone already.â Dean grumbled as he sat at the table, cleaning his gun.Â
Samâs face screwed up at Dean, rolling his eyes before he pressed the ignore button on his phone. He couldnât bear to look at you right now, not after Jess. His eyes were focused on his laptop as the sound of his keyboard clicking filled in the near silent room.Â
âWhoâs calling you anyways?â Dean spoke up again, clearly curious as to who was calling you for the fifth time in a row.Â
âNo one.â Sam grumbled. âItâs probably a spam caller.âÂ
âA spam caller is calling you five times in a row with no rest in between?âÂ
âDean. Drop it.â Samâs tone was harsh. Sam didnât want to explain the entire situation that you, him, and Jess had established not even a month ago. Sam stared hard at the screen in front of him. How could everything go so wrong so quickly? He had his partners by his side and was supposed to be interviewing for law school and continuing his life away from the nightmare he fought so hard to get away from.Â
Samâs phone started to ring again. He audibly groaned, ignoring the pointed look Dean sent him, and finally answered his phone.Â
âYou better open that door Winchester.â Your harsh voice echoed through the receiver, your words cutting off any greeting that Sam had for you.Â
His eyes widened in confusion, but he followed your instructions. Sam got up from his seat and went to the motel door. He opened the door and was met by your red-rimmed eyes filled with anger and worry as you held your phone up to your ear.Â
Your eyes softened slightly at the sight of Sam but hardened again as you hung up your phone. âYou better have a damn good reason why youâve been avoiding my calls for the past couple of days.âÂ
Sam went to open his mouth to respond, but you quickly shoved your way inside of the motel room. Sam exclaimed your name, trying to grab you before you could make it even further into the room, but you were too quick for him.Â
Your eyes met green ones filled with confusion and intrigue. Your eyes quickly gave the guy sitting at the table a once over, noting the gun in his hands before it clicked in your mind who this was.Â
âHow did you find me?â Sam asked, his tone betraying the uneasiness that was building in his gut.Â
âBrady told me where you were.â You had never really liked Bradyâyou always got a weird feeling in your stomach whenever you hung out with him with the rest of the friend group. But Brady was your last resort since no one else knew where he was. Hell, you found out about the apartment fire because of him.Â
Samâs eyebrows furrowed. âI never told Brady where I was.âÂ
You paused for a second before shaking your head. âWell, I really donât care how he knew, Iâm just thankful that he did know and told me because did you really think I wasnât going to come looking for you, after everything that just happened?â Â
Sam let out a breath. Of course, he knew that you were going to look for him. A large part of him was glad that you werenât in the apartment that night with Jess. His entire world would have collapsed if you were. Now, a small part of him hates that he has to figure out how to get you off of his back so he can leave.Â
âOf course not.âÂ
âThen why dodge my calls?âÂ
âBecause Iâm leaving.âÂ
Silence filled the room.Â
âWhat do you mean?â You asked quietly.Â
Dean looked at this scene with bated breath. He had no idea who you were, but it was clear to him that you were important to SamâDean just didnât know how.
Sam swallowed the lump in his throat. âAfter what happened,â Sam paused, shaking his head and looking away from youâhis eyes focused on the wallpaper of the room, âI canât be here anymore.âÂ
âYouâre not staying for the funeral? Your words came out breathless, shaky. You could feel your eyelids start to burn.Â
Sam said nothing, jaw clenched as he nodded.Â
You shook your head, a scoff escaping your lips. âDo you think running away is going to help with the gaping hole in your chest?âÂ
Sam wanted to tell you everything, how monsters exist, how Jessâs death wasnât an accident, and how he was going to go and kill the thing that killed her.Â
âIâm just taking a page out of your book.â He was clearly referring to the fact that you avoided them for almost two weeks earlier this month.Â
âThat was different and you know that.â You hissed through your teeth, poking your finger into his chest.Â
Sam grabbed your wrist as your name fell from his lips with a gentle whisper. âI know. But it hurts so much, I have to go.âÂ
âDo you have to?â Without me? The unadded question filled the widening gap between you and Sam.Â
Sam looked at you with a sad smile. Itâs one of his smiles youâve never seen before. Half of his lips pulled up reproachfully as he looked down at you, your hand still on his chest as he loosely grips your wrist.Â
You saw the resolution in his eyes, and you knew there was no chance of convincing Sam to stay. You had a feeling there was more to him than just wanting to up and leave with his brother.Â
âJustââ You bit your bottom lip, âRemember to call, okay?âÂ
âI will.âÂ
You nodded, and before you could second guess yourself, you pulled Sam into a tight hug. You tucked your face into his neck and tried to commit his scent to memoryâthe pit in your stomach told you it would be a while until youâd see him again. Sam shoved his face into your hair, tears starting to well up in his eyes at the smell of Jessâs shampoo. You must have used it recently, he thought and was tempted to stop by your apartment when you werenât there to steal it.Â
You pulled away from him, squeezing his hand three times before leaving the room without another word exchanged between the two of you.Â
Sam squeezed his eyes shut before scrubbing a hand down his face. Itâs for the better, Sam thought. You didnât need to be pulled into this world, and Sam could not stand the thought of you getting hurt if you knew about what actually lurks in the dark.Â
âShe was hot.â Dean stated, breaking the silence after you had left the room.
âFuck off.â Sam practically snarled as he glared at Deanâthe despair he was feeling quickly turned into fury. Sam did not want to hear Dean objectify his ex-partner now or ever. Â
Dean just put his hands up in surrender, unaccustomed to the type of fury that was behind Samâs gaze.Â
Sam was brought back to the present when you finally tore your eyes away from your page and met his. Confusion filled your gaze before it bled into recognition as Sam saw your eyes flick up and down his figure, and he found he did the same to you.Â
You looked beautiful. You grew even more into your features, but your eyes still held the same spark that Sam could recognize from a mile away. A slight smile grew on your face as you waved him over and gestured to the empty seat in front of you.Â
âBlack coffee for Sam!â A voice exclaimed into the cafe.Â
Sam looked sheepish as he pointed at the pickup area for his drink. You nodded and gave him a thumbs-up in response. Â
Once Sam picked up his drink, he felt the world slow down with each step he took towards you. His heart rate picked up as he neared your table. The sun shined through the bay windows, illuminating your features and giving you an almost ethereal glow to your skin.Â
Sam set down his coffee on the table before sitting down in front of you. âHey.â He breathed out, nerves crawling throughout his skin.Â
You smiled at him. âHi Sam. Itâs been a while.âÂ
An awkward smile pulled at his lips. âYeah, it has.âÂ
âWhat brings you to Seattle?â You asked with a tilt of your head. Your journal was closed as you rested your head on your hand, looking at him intently.Â
Sam tried not to squirm under your gaze. âJust visiting for a couple of days.âÂ
You nodded. A silence settled between the two of you. You took a sip of your lukewarm drink that was sitting idle right next to your laptop.Â
It felt surreal to Sam, sitting right in front of you after all of these years. Sam's eyes were drawn to your hands that were wrapped around your cupâinstinctively looking at your left hand. A weight he didnât know he had lifted from his chest at the fact that your left hand was bare, but the thought that you could still have someone waiting for you made Sam feel strange. He knows that he has no claim over you, not after leaving Stanford the way that he did.Â
Sam was looking at you so intently that he missed the fact you were speaking to him. He blinked once, seeing the amused smirk on your faceâit was all too familiar, that smile. It was the same one you would get before teasing him.Â
âSorry I didnât catch that.â He said with a sheepish smile on his lips.Â
âI could tell,â You let out a small chuckle. âBut I was asking if you wanted to go to this museum nearby? Itâs like a ten minute walk from here.â
Sam nodded before grimacing slightly. âItâs not the Pop Culture museum is it?â Â
You shook your head. âNo. Itâs a regular art museum. Although, I am tempted to take you to it now.âÂ
Sam let out a small laugh. âPlease donât. Itâs the only time where Iâm not stuck to Deanâs side for the day.âÂ
âYouâre here with your brother?â You were a little surprised to hear that he was still traveling around with his brother.Â
âYeah, he has the car so Iâve been walking around today.âÂ
âI couldâve guessed that myself. Do you want to go to the museum or do you have other obligations right now?â You asked, starting to pack up your things.Â
âIâll go.â Sam said with a small smile. âThe only thing on my agenda today was to walk around the city aimlessly.âÂ
âWell, let me lead the way for you.â You had finished packing your stuff up, and Sam got up from his seat at the same time you did. You led him out of the cafe where the two of you were and toward the museum.Â
The two of you made small talk along the way, making the walk feel much shorter than it actually was, and once you were in the museum, the two of you barely talked. You guys walked through each exhibit in pleasant silenceâre-familiarizing yourselves with each other's presence as hands brushed against each other in soft caresses as you walked or stared at each piece of artwork the two of you admired.Â
While neither you nor Sam said this thought aloud, but both of you thought this was nice, reconnecting with each otherâbut silently wishing that you were with each other after all this time, that even though there was a missing piece in Jess, you and Sam still fit together all the same.Â
After you and Sam made your way through all of the exhibits, the two of you shared a quick lunch at the diner across the street from the museum, chatting with each other quietly over your food. You guys spent a lot of time talking after your food was done, but you wanted to take him to the waterfront before the sunset. So you did, and the two of you sat on a bench, looking out into the calm waters.Â
Sam tore his gaze away from the sight in front of him and looked at you instead. The orange hues of the slowly setting sun were reflecting in your eyes and bathing you in the warm light. Â
âYou never called.â Your calm tone broke the silence.Â
âIâm sorry.âÂ
You looked away from the waters to find a forlorn expression etched into Samâs features. You stared at him for a second. He lookedâŚtired. His shoulders were sagging like there was a weight tugging at them, and his hazel gaze told you that though the weight was seemingly invisibleâit clearly affected him in more ways than one.Â
âIâm sorry about everything. For Jessâs death, for leavingâŚâ Sam trailed off, looking away from you and closing his eyes shut. For potentially putting you in danger, for starting the apocalypse, the list went on and on for Sam.Â
You grabbed the hand that was closest to you, making his eyes open, and looked at you. âLook, Iâll be honest, I was mad at you for the longest time about how you left. How you didnât bother going to her funeral and how you didnât call. But I donât blame you for leaving now. You were just coping with it differently.âÂ
Sam pursed his lips. âReally?âÂ
âYeah. Besides, I canât take credit for those last bits. That was mostly my therapistâs advice.â You couldnât help the slight smirk that pulled at the edges of your lips.Â
Sam mirrored your smirk. âThey seem like a smart person.âÂ
âShe is, and well, I pay her a lot to hear about my issues.âÂ
Sam shook his head with a growing smile. Your sense of humor hadnât changed a bit since he last saw you.Â
âJessâs death wasnât an accident.â Sam blurted out, making both of your smiles fade at his words.Â
You looked away from Sam, squeezing his hand. âI had a feeling, but I could never prove that it was.âÂ
You looked back at Sam, and while the look in his eye said everything to you, he knew what had happened that night.Â
Sam took a deep breath and explained everything. From his childhood to what happened when his brother broke into his apartment to what happened to Jess, he summarized how crazy his life had been until today. Sam had talked so much that the sun was low below the horizon, and the dim lights on the waterfront illuminated your surroundings. You listened to him with a rapt gaze, hanging on to his words.Â
Sam was afraid that you wouldnât take him seriously, that he was crazy, and that you would never want to see him again after tonight. When he was finished talking, Sam looked at you finally, anticipating seeing skepticism in your eyes but saw acceptance in them instead.Â
âYou believe me?â Sam asked after seeing the look in your eyes.Â
âIâd have to be crazy not to.â You saw nothing but the truth in Samâs hazel gaze as he spoke.Â
Sam didnât think before replying. âYou are crazy if you do.â
A surprised laugh escaped you. âWhat does that make you then?âÂ
âSomeone whoâs grown up with this kind of stuff so itâs my normal.âÂ
âAh.â You nodded. âSo crazier than me? You know because you grew up knowing that monsters existed.âÂ
âWell, when you put it like thatâŚâÂ
Another laugh left your lips, and Sam couldnât help but smile at the sound.Â
âI canât believe you actually believe me.âÂ
You sighed. âLook, I came to terms with Jessâs death a lot more recently than Iâd like to admit. But with the whole monster and demon stuff, it makes a whole lot more sense when trying to find closure and people tell you it was a freak accident.âÂ
Sam nodded in understanding, scooting closer to you on the bench and squeezing your hand. âI still think about her. And you.âÂ
âSame.â You whispered. âI donât think thereâs a day that I donât think about the what ifs. How our lives would look if she didnât die.â You admitted.Â
âSame here.â Sam sent you a sad smile filled with understanding. He took his free hand and gently cupped your cheek.Â
You couldnât help but lean into his warmth. Samâs eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips as he leaned down, bringing his face closer to yours and resting his forehead on yours, making your eyes flutter shut at the contact.Â
âI missed you.â You whispered in the dwindling space between the two of you.Â
âI missed you too.â Sam responded before placing his lips on yours, pulling you into a tender kiss.Â
Samâs lips felt like coming home. God, you had forgotten how the warm feeling in your chest spread throughout your body every time you kissed Sam. It was intoxicating to feel his lips on yours again. It also had a bittersweet nature to the reunion of your kiss.Â
It was unspoken the promise Sam poured into the kiss. Promises of keeping you safe, the promise of the potential of something new with you. It scared him, but as he sunk into the kiss, the feeling of warmth, the one so familiar with home, was with youâand he doesnât know if he can part ways with you for good. So, he wonât. For the first time in his life, the weight has lifted. Only slightly, but it feels a whole lot bearable to have you here with him.Â
You guys pulled apart slowly, breaking the kiss. You guys breathed each other in as your foreheads rested against each other. You opened your mouth to say something, but a stomach growling interrupted you instead.Â
Both of you chuckled as you pulled away from each other. You sat up from the bench, Samâs hands falling away from you as you did.Â
You extended a hand out to him. âCome on, I know a few spots around here for dinner.âÂ
âLead the way.â Sam said he grabbed your hand and got up from the bench.
Sam let you lead him down the waterfront, continuing from the page that the two of you had left on and into a new storyâone with a happier ending.Â
#grudges recs !#sammy !!#reader just like me: thinking about samjess all the time#sam winchester#sam winchester x reader x jessica moore#samjess x reader#sam winchester x reader#jessica moore x reader#sam winchester x female reader#sam winchester x fem reader#jessica moore x fem reader#sam winchester fluff#sam winchester fanfiction#sam winchester angst#supernatural#spn
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OMG SPIDER-MAN! SAM AU??
will give you my first born if you wrote that!! and omg our minds?? ive had that au on my WIP list for so long its actually criminal that i havent gotten around to it yet T-T
and i think ik which edit you're talking about bc ive seen it before but if i find it ill def send it to your inbox hehe đ¤đ¤
if anyone is going to support my ideas i KNOW daisy's got my back like wow.. great minds think alike guys mhmm đââď¸ he is just so spidey to me idk just something about it. i can just see him swinging around in a spidey suit.
also i owe you my life re: spidey sam edit (daisy found this link btw guys bc she's awesome) i'm not sure whether this is the exact one i remember or if the one im thinking of even exists but this one is absolutely incredible and i thank you a million times MWAH
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thinking to myself hmm is it normal for ovulating to make u severely depressed and then of course started my period almost exactly two weeks into my cycle dude i know youre kidding. pcos about to send me into a violent rage
#grudges yaps ...#what's crazy is that before i started taking meds for it i would end up skipping periods#never had one that happened twice in a month#i should have guessed bc the random depression dips is how i gauge my periods anyway T-T#wtvr i'm getting pierced on friday i dont even care
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#parents#wahhh i miss them#eileen my love shes so darling to me#:( every time i think about them i start tearing up im ngl
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i s2g i used to have a spidersam edit saved on tiktok somewhere and it is simply no where to be found fuck my life
#grudges yaps ...#literally went through all like 100 of my spn edits just now to try and find it#bonus tho sam is hot so like time not wasted#also saw an edit with dean as deadpool guys deanpool#i fucks with that i cannot lie
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can't sleep too busy thinking about sam as spider-man. spider-sam. is this anything?
#grudges yaps ...#sammy !!#sam winchester#spiderman#i love spiderman and i love sam winchester#combine them#imagine spiderman reveal his identity to you and it's sam winchester what r you doing#personally im sucking his dick#sloppy style#hes so spidey coded to me idk#but also i tend to just stick all my favorite characters under the spidey mask so i need someone to tell me im cooking#i love spiderman so much#i get excited when karma comes on specifically bc of the spiderboy bit and i'm not joking even a little bit#me like on the verge of tears: yeah i'm super normal about spiderman#also i dont wannahear it about how spiderman has a dash in it okay i know#i put it in the post leave me alone#i think it looks better with no hyphen okay sue me#bro my tags are always a fucking yapathon#i never learned how to shut the fuck up#wtvr
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maybe writing butch sam will make me actually want to finish the last probably 15k words of this chapter
#grudges yaps ...#IM STRUGGLING#can someone ghostwrite this chapter for me god pls#that was a joke btw im gonna do it i just CANT RIGHT NOW for some fucking reason
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i love human writing i love little typos and grammar mistakes and missing words that get missed while editing i love run on sentences and weird writing quirks and overused words bc the writer just loves them so much I LOVE HUMAN WRITING!!! ai could NEVER recreate that sort of passion
#grudges yaps ...#AI DOES NOT HAVE A PLACE IN CREATIVE WRITING!!!#just in case my stance on that was not clear enough#passion brings writing to life and ai could absolutely never ever understand the nuance#fuck generative ai
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