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samwinchesterswifu · 2 months

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Dark Side of the Moon (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Requested: No

Season 5 x Episode 16

Warnings: none :))

MINORS DNI

A/N: I'm having such a good inspiration going back and re-watching the show. Including little moments that could have happened if either boys had a partner.

Word Count: 615

Summary: Unaware of being dead, the reader takes a moment to indulge in a memory that she had long since forgotten.

Completely unaware of the current situation unfolding, she finds herself in the entrance of Bobby’s house. However, she was dressed like how she used to when she was 16. A baggy white t-shirt and loosely fitting jeans. The shirt seemed to stretched out, and a cheap cologne came from the top hem of the t-shirt. Realizing it was the old cologne Dean used to wear when they were-

“Y/N?” 16-year-old Dean pops from the kitchen to greet her with the biggest grin on his face. His voice still slightly high from not hitting puberty quit yet.

A small grin forms on her face, she hadn’t seen this version of Dean in years. The Dean she knew.

“Come on, I got this situated on the couch,” Dean motions to follow him. She gives a small nod, following him into the living room.

Next to the couch was a small side table pulled out. A hot cup of tea, presumably fresh, and a thick lore book with a bookmark sticking out on top.

Dean sits on the edge of the couch, one leg stretched out, the other on the floor. He pats his lap, motioning for her to lay down. Doing what he asks, she gently lays her head on his leg. She looks up to Dean briefly, another wide tooth grin forms on his face. This was their favorite summer activity. Bobby was gone, and John had probably left the three of them there away on a hunt. The windows were open slightly, allowing the fresh breezy air to swift in.

Dean picks up the lore book and begins reading were they had left off previously. While at the same time, he began to pet her hair. Hearing Deans soothing voice, she began to drift off to sleep.

However, she was rudely awaken by the sound of rushing footsteps coming from the kitchen. Jolting up from her spot, younger Dean was not responding to what was happening. Merging around a corner, she spots a much older Dean, and much older Sam. The two stopping in their tracks looking between her and the Younger Dean that was left on the couch.

“Guys?” She asks, confused on how they got there.

They quickly explain everything, how Roy and Walt had killed them and they were in heaven living out their greatest moments. Hearing that, a deep blush forms on her cheeks.

“So this is yours..?” Her Dean chuckles lowly. Surprised but also understanding. She could only muster up a small nod.

“Is this what you guys used to do when I wasn’t around?” Sam asks honestly bewildered at how slow Dean used to be with her around.

“Yeah,” She admits with an embarrassed tone on her voice.

Another chuckle is heard from Dean. He walks towards her. Cuffing the side of her cheek and giving her a sweet kiss.

“I miss these moments too sweetheart,” Dean whispers. His green eyes shining like how they did whenever he was happy.

Suddenly, the world around them started to shake, and a bright light flashes into the windows. The boys mention for her duck and to stay quiet. They explain its Zacharia looking for them and that they had to find the next road. Discussing quickly, the boys make a decision to try the front door.

They all move towards that area. Sam opens the door and mentions that it was the correct move. Before leaving with them, she takes one final look back at the young boy the couch. He was in the same position, reading a loud the same book. She smiles, happy to have had a chance to relive that memory.

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Exile on Main Street (Dean Winchester x Reader) Angst

Requested: No

Season 6 x Episode 1

Warnings: slow burn, deeply setted angst if youre ready to cry.

Song Inspiration: "Every Rose Has Its Thorns" by Poison, "Faithfully" by Journey

MINORS DNI

A/N: Oofta. This one got me a little emotional.

Word Count: 1386

Summary: Dean returns to ask her back in the game. Broken and destroyed by the memory of him leaving her for Lisa, she's unsure whether or not that would be a good idea, but these Winchester boys are known for their apologizes.

She sighs, entering her apartment late one evening. Kicking off her shoes, she strides over to the kitchen. Turning on the water she begins to handwash the few dishes left over from last nights dinner. Flashbacks replaying in her head of the brothers, of her past lover, of what her life used to be like before Sam jumped in the pit.

She turns over to her radio that sat on the counter, tuning into the classic rock station that Dean had consistently on. ‘Every Rose Has It’s Thorn’ by Poison turns on and she goes back to cleaning the dishes while humming along. A small tear seeps through her eyes thinking about Dean. Before Sammy jumped in the pit, they had gotten into a deep argument that lead to their break up. Dean had disappeared and she assumed it was to be with Lisa.

She always felt second best to Lisa after finding out about her. She just felt like a toy for Dean, something to hold and to have sex if there were no other options. She knew deep down it wasn’t the case, but after leaving her the way he did, that’s all that ran through her brain.

Wrapping up from dishes, she is completely unaware of the fact of someone breaking into her apartment. The last verse of the song begins to play from the radio and she turns up the sound. Grabbing a whisky glass from her cabinet, and the bottle from the counter, pouring herself one extra large shot. As the song ends, she slams the whisky glass onto her counter, accidentally shattering it in the process.

Another sigh left her lips as her hand began to bleed from the smashed glass. Sneering at picking out pieces from her hand she takes a moment to look up at the window. Seeing a shadow of a man behind her. She stops, quickly turning around to find none other than Dean. Her eyes darts between Dean and her gun that was on the table.

Dean holds up his hands and moves towards her, giving her just a split second to dive towards the table. She’s getting to pulling the trigger when suddenly the gun is knocked out of her hand and her arm is twisted behind her back. Looking up she’s met with Sam’s eyes. She tries to wiggle free of Sam’s grip, getting desperate with tears rolling down her face.

“Hey! Hey! Hey!” Dean speaks up from behind her now.

“It’s us, see?” Dean takes out the demon knife, and slices on his bicep.

Still trying to wiggle free, Dean also looks for salt in her cabinet, doing the whole routine.

Taking a deep breath, she finally calms down enough to warrant Sam letting go of his grip. Rubbing her wrist to ease the pain she looks between both brothers. Utterly confused.

“You wanna explain whats going here before I beat your ass until you see stars Winchester?” She says through gritter teeth looking directly at Dean.

Dean clears his throat and shifted on his shoes.

“Can you give us a minute Sammy?” Dean voice sounding shaky, almost nervous to be in the same room as her.

“Sure, I’ll be in the car.” Sammy says giving her a look that almost said to hear them out.

Sammy leaves her apartment shutting close the door that they lock picked.

“So?” She says, standing in her kitchen with arms crossed over her chest. Sending daggers towards the man she thought she lost forever in the woes of a woman he loved more.

Dean mentions to sit at her table. She shrugs, moving for him to do so. But she felt comfortable standing. Giving her an advantage to move if she still felt like beating his ass. Dean coughs at the awkwardness.

“You got 5 minutes Winchester,” She states sternly.

Dean takes a deep breath and begins to explain everything. How he got poisoned and how Sam saved him, everything happening with Sam and their family. It was a lot to take in, and time seemed to fly by getting later in the night.

“…So we came to see if you wanted to be back in the game.” He asks, eyes looking towards her in the same old puppy dog look he used to give after a bad hunt.

She was about to say something when she realized the radio was still on. ‘Faithfully’ by Journey started to play through the crappy speakers. Tearing at her heart strings as another flashback occurs of when they were younger, dancing to this outside of the impala.

“Why now Dean? What about Lisa? Ben? All that apple pie life? What do you what me to come back?” She says, choking as she tried to hold back tears.

Another deep sigh left Deans lips.

“I miss you, Y/N, what I did was totally wrong and I’m so sorry I never fixed anything after Sam jumped. I abandoned you and I acknowledge that I made that action,” Dean takes a pause. She turns back towards her cabinets, grabbing a glass to pour another drink of whisky.

Dean studies her from the table and she can feel his eyes burning into the side of her cheek. She pauses for a second, trying to console herself before speaking to him. However, she breaks, tears start streaming down her face. She grips onto the counter, white knuckling, allowing emotions she pushed down to resurface after a year.

She hears the chair Dean was sitting in scraping against the hardwood floor as he stood up. Crying harder, she was engulfed in a large bear hug. She let it all go. All the memories of their times together whether that was romantically, after a good hunt, or a bad one flood her brain. The memories of her doing everything she did to make sure Dean didn’t jump the gun to say Yes to Michael. The love they made after he returned from the trip of the future and finding out she got bit from Croatian virus and he had to kill her. It was too much to keep down anymore.

Dean consoled her with quietly voiced shh’s. Petting her hair while laying his head onto of hers. One arm was still wrapped around her waisted tightly. To afraid to let go.

She finally calms down after a good while. Checking the clock it was way past midnight at this point. Certain that Sam had probably left the two to chat.

They stand in silence for a little while longer. Letting her bask in the feeling of Dean’s body weight against her after all this time. Taking a deep breath, she signals to Dean to let her take a step back. Which he does reluctantly, still holding on to her arms at arm’s length.

“If I come back, what’s gunna happen Dean? Between us?” She asks, voice hoarse from the crying.

“Whatever you want. We can start over, take our time. If you want nothing to do with me, then I would understand.” He takes a moment to pause before continuing.

“I can’t continue on like this. I need you here with me, with Sam. Hunting or figuring out whatever the hell is going on does feel right without you sweetheart.” Dean says, tucking a strand of hair that fell out her ponytail behind her ear.

“Okay.” She whispers.

“Okay?” Dean asks, heart pound against his chest.

She nods, and Dean lets go of the breath he didn’t even realizing he was holding. He leans down to give her a small kiss on her forehead, hovering for just a moment.

“I have so much to take care of before we leave, this apartment, my job, so I can pack up tomorrow.” She says looking around the place she had gotten used to calling home.

“Yep, nope, totally understand, whatever you need Sam’s and I’s help in we will.” Dean says, letting go of her arms.

“Thank you,” She whispers. Receiving a nod in return.

“I’ll uh, text Sam to come get me, I think he may have left.” Dean says looking out the window assuming he’s trying to find the Impala.

“Stay for tonight,” She asks. Dean looks towards her longingly.

“Okay.” He speaks out. “Whatever you want.”

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Hammer of the Gods (Gabriel x Reader) Blurb

Requested: No

Season 5 x Episode 19

Warnings: Just a small moment showing the quiet relationship between the reader and Gabriel.

MINORS DNI

A/N: I just finished this episode and thought it would be a sweet last message blurb for the reader

Word Count: 400

Summary: Gabriel sacrifices himself to save two of his lovers, and the boys, but he doesn't leave without one final message for his favorite.

“So, he wanted you to guard this with your life?” Sam asks, sliding the disk into the cd slot of his laptop.

“Yeah, I don’t know why.” She sighs, looking over the disk cover again confused as all get out.

But as the opening credits of Casa Erotica 13 plays, her and the brothers watch as Gabriel opens the door in the film. She lets out a giggle after realizing what was happening. The woman portrayed in the film was the character she played whenever they fooled around.

“What the hell is going on,” Sam says completely flabbergasted at the scene in front him.

Then, Gabriel stops, and turns towards the screen.

“Sam. Dean. Prrrrincess.” The boys give her a puzzled look as a deep blush forms on her cheeks.

“You’re probably wondering what the hell is going on,” Gabriel snickers.

“If you’re watching this, that means I’m dead.” A small gasp left her lips even though she knew deep down that was probably the case.

“Without me, you’ve got zero shot at killing Lucifer, sorry.” Gabriel continues on.

“But, you can trap him.”

“The cage you sprung Lucifer from its still down there fellas.”

“And just maybe, you can shove his ass back in,” Gabriel smirks at the thought.

Gabriel continues on with details of a possible plan for the three of them. Looking at each with puzzled thought not even realizing this was an option for them.

“Can’t say I’m betting on you boys, but uh, hey I’ve been wrong before.”

She lets out a small pout.

“I’ve always count on you princess, don’t worry bout that.” Gabe blows a kiss to the screen.

The boys again take a look at her, unaware of the history between her and Gabriel.

“Oh and uh Dean, and I’m looking at you Sam, keep your paws off my girl yeah? I know that I’m dead and all, and she can do whatever she pleases, but unless she approaches you first, back off.”

Then Gabriel turns back to the woman on screen, Sam getting disgusted and shutting down the laptop.

“So uh, you and Gabriel?” Dean asks, smirking and scratching the back of his neck.

“It was a few…times, when you boys weren’t looking.” She says choking slightly at the awkwardness in her voice.

“Huh,” Sam says getting a pondered look on his face.

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samwinchesterswifu · 9 months

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Contagious pt. 2 (Sam Winchester x Read Smut Series)

Requested: No

Season 2 x Episode 1

Warnings: slow burn, slight kink if you squint your eyes.

Song Inspiration: This series is going to have a lot of song inspo, but the main one is "Contagious" by Trapt

MINORS DNI

A/N: I thought this would be a good way to continue the series. I may end up doing little episodes here and there, but honestly not sure how far im gunna take this. Would love some feed back on this!

Word Count: 2500

Summary: All four of them just had gotten into a car wreck, Deans in a medical coma, Sam is all over the place, but finally, he gives her a taste of what she wants.

It has been an extremely long year. Joining the boys on a man hunt for their father John. Encountering everything they could think of. From almost dying to a wendigo, to playing guess who with a shapeshifter, bugs, a spooky dead doctor, and being reminded why people are truly just terrible. Watching Dean help an old lover, only to watch him make the same mistake Sam made just a few years ago. It was exhausting. On top the constant killing of the bad guys, Sam gave her major whiplash. There’d be moments where he would show his younger self again. Show her signs that maybe he was ready to experience all the love the two of them shared again. Only to be gone in an instant whenever the demon was brought up. Sam wanted revenge. She couldn’t blame him. Hell, if something tried to kill Sam, her dagger would be through the monster’s heart within minutes. She just felt like a second choice. A back up plan. That was until they had gotten into a wreck.

Her and Sam were sitting in the front seat. While the two of them were left uninjured, just a few cuts and bruises. Dean was in a coma. John was recovering in a separate hospital room. Sam was obviously distant. Worried and pacing back and forth between John’s room and Dean’s. She sat and kept John company. To help distract her from the possibility of potentially losing someone she called her family.

Sam had come to check up on John once again before disappearing down the hall. She was looking down at her hands. Going over the small scar that Sam had accidentally created during their first kiss. His pocketknife had slipped from his pocket where her hands were placed. Making a clean cut through her skin. John cleared his throat, making her look up at him. He smiled.

“I remember that cut,” Johns deep voice rumbled through his empty room.

“Sam was so worried you would get an infection and was so scared of getting in trouble with Hank.” He chuckled lowly.

“That boy is terrified of your father.”

She grinned at his statement. But was quickly replaced.

“He’s still in love with you kid,” sincerity was behind his voice, but it was hard to believe.

“I doubt that John.” She sighed.

“Every time he comes in here, checking on me, he’s also clocking you.” John had a grin on his face that made it seem like he was proud of Sam.

“What do you mean?” She asks.

“He’s checking up on you to make sure you don’t also randomly collapse. He’s worried enough about Dean, but if you went under? He’d freak.”

A small smile tugged at her lips. Hopefully John was right. Suddenly, Sam was at John’s room, tears brimming his eyes and he looked panicked.

“It’s Dean!” He practically yelled.

She quickly got up from her chair and rushed with Sam to Dean’s room where the machine was beeping and the doctors were trying to save him. His heart had stopped, and she could see Sam was close to ripping apart in stress. Finally, the doctors were able to save him. She dared not lay a hand on Sam. After what happened prior, she was afraid.

They both returned to John’s room. He asks questions about what happened. Reassuring Sam that things where gunna be okay. Sam twiddles with his fingers nervously. A deep sigh left his lips. There was clearly something on his mind.

“Dad?” Sam pipes up.

John grunted in response.

“It felt like Dean was there.” Sam’s eyes kept darting between her and John. Like he was a scared kid about to be ridiculed by John.

Huh?

“What are you talking about kid?” John’s attention was attracted.

“Like, Dean was there. Out of ear shot. Is that possible?” Sam was still twiddling with his thumbs.

“Anything’s possible son.” John looked at her as if to say, “Has this kid gone insane?”

Sam shook his head. Another few minutes of silence Sam stood up. His head peaked down to look at her. There was hope in his eyes.

“Can I talk to you?” Sam was nervous again. His voice quivered like he was cold.

All she could do was muster up a nod.

Getting up, she gave John a quick glance, him grinning back at her.

Sam pulls her away from John’s room. His fingers felt like hot stones on her skin. Her heart rate increased rapidly to the point she could practically hear it in her ears. Sam had pulled her away into a small little hallway. Making it seem as if he didn’t want anyone to bother them.

“You think I’m crazy,” he sighs.

“What?” She was completely confused.

“You didn’t say anything. You typically have some witty response to shoot back at me.” Sam returned to a scared puppy. That’s all he ever was. A scared puppy.

“I’m just trying to process everything right now Sam. It’s been a hell of a year.” Her voice was laced with bitterness. It was enough to make Sam cowardly.

“I know.” His eyes looked glossy as if he was getting ready to cry.

“Sammy,” she sighed.

It was like it was a repeated event of when they first “got back” together.

“It’s highly possible that Dean’s spirit is running around. I just don’t know how we would communicate with him.” Sam’s gaze softened; it was a similar look when he was thinking.

“That’s it!” Sam exclaimed. Making her jump at this sudden boom of his voice.

“What?” Again, she was lost.

“A Ouija board!” Sam was practically bouncing on his heels.

She groaned at his words.

“Sam come on. You know we don’t mess with those things! Dean would be furious!” She shook her head. She truly couldn’t believe his words.

Sam started to walk away from her. Not uttering a word.

“Where are you going!” She shouts after him.

“Keep dad company!” Sam responded.

She scoffed. Winchesters.

Instead of returning to John’s room, she heads to Dean’s. Her heart hurt seeing him hooked to all the wires. She sits in the chair next to his bed, just studying him. A long sigh left her lips and her head fell into her hands. Taking a deep breath, she began speaking. Hoping that Dean wouldn’t actually be able to hear what she had to say, even though he was right behind her in his ghostly form.

“Dean,” her voice cracked and was close to tears.

“I don’t know how much longer I can do this with Sam.” She shook her head, a few tears slipping down her cheeks.

“I love him, I love your brother so damn much, I always have,” She took another pause as footsteps approached.

Sam rounded the corner into Dean’s room, a bit taken aback that she was present. Holding a paper bag, he overall just looked confused.

“Are you okay?” He asked as he began to sit on the floor in front of Dean’s bed.

“Fine,” she was sharp with her words, and the younger Winchester flinched at her tone.

She rose from her chair, joining beside him. He pulled out the board and another groan left her lips.

“Dean is going to kill you.” He let out a small laugh and nodded in agreement.

Quickly setting up the board, he looked at her for a second. A wave of concern and sincerity washed over his eyes. His hand began to raise, but was put down almost as fast. He seemed hesitant, which has become more often these days.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Sam's voice was sweet, laced with honey enough to get her drunk off of it, but she had to remain composure.

All she could do was muster up a nod. He sighed in response as he turned his attention towards the board.

Sam placed his fingers on the planchette, looking at her and waiting for her to do the same. She mirrorod his movements, nodding that she was ready. Sam took another deep breath.

“Dean, are you with us?” Sam asked, a few moments of silence, then the planchette started to move towards ‘yes’.

He let out an excited squeak. Which was too cute beyond words.

“What is keeping you away, is there a case?” Sam asked, and the planchette moved back to ‘yes’.

“Do you know what it is?” Sam asked.

The planchette began to move over the letters REAP.

A small ‘huh’ left Sam’s lips.

The planchette began to move again, without a question asked. Her heart rate began to increase, afraid of what Dean had in mind. The planchette moved over the letters LOVE. Both her and Sam’s heads snapped towards another. A look of confusion falling over both of them.

“What are you saying Dean?” She asked.

LOVEBIRDS.

A wave of heat rose to her cheeks. He was listening to her rant after all. Sam shuffled in his place awkwardly. It was one of the things she loved about him. He’s been awkward ever since he was a kid. Another grunt left Sam and he turned back to the planchette.

“Is the reaper after you?” Sam asked, trying to get rid of the tension.

The planchette moved back to ‘yes’.

Sam rose from his position, and began to pace back and forth.

“Sam, Dean will be fine,” she says as she rises to meet him.

“I know, I’m just worried.” He stopped pacing and his eyes raised in the way he got about when having a bright idea in his head.

“Wait! I’ll go ask Dad, stay here,” Sam says leaving the room.

Completely lost into what was going on, she sat back down in the chair next to Dean’s bed. Cursing at the old brother for the trick he pulled. Sam returned back to Dean’s room, holding John’s infamous journal in his hands. He begins reading aloud the page about reapers.

“Can I sit next to him?” Sam asks through his puppy dog eyes.

She nods, standing toe to toe to Sam. Before switching spots, Sam reaches out to her. Hesitantly grabbing her hand, and lacing his fingers with her. He gives it a tight squeeze, as if he was afraid that she was gonna slip away from him. Slowly, Sam lowers his face towards her. Panic arose in her heart. Why was he doing this now? When Dean was in a coma? Before Sam’s lips connected with hers, Dean jolted up from his drug induced coma. The two pulled apart, trying to act like nothing was about to happen.

“What happened?” Dean asked, his brows furrowed as his eyes darted between the two.

Sam looked at her pleadingly, as if to tell her not to say anything. She gives him a small grin.

“I uhm, I need to go uhm, do something really fast.” She says, darting out of the room.

Walking towards the courtyard of the hospital looking to get some fresh air, She finds a wooden bench to sit at, and takes a few moments to breathe. Thoughts were rushing through her head as tears welled in her eyes. There was no warning, Sam has such a mind of his own that it was whiplash all the time. Her heart stung at his actions. While yes, it felt like he was getting better, that he was trusting her again, leaning on her again, it just felt manufactured.

The door to the courtyard opened, and John walked out. A concerned smile tight on his face. He joins her, placing a hand on her that rested on her thigh. All of the emotions became too much. John pulled her into his side as the tears began to flow. Her sobs echoed off the brick walls. John rubs the side of her arm in the hopes of bringing comfort. After a few moments, and she was able to recollect herself, John excuses himself, explaining that he needed to go see the boys. She wasn’t able to really respond.

She takes at least a bit to gather herself and prepare to see Sam again. Walking towards the area where their rooms were, She is pushed aside by rushing nurses and a doctor. Following them back towards Dean’s room. Sam stood out in the hallway, his fingers deep in his hair. He looked up for a moment, eyes connecting with hers. His eyes were saying more than what he was able to mumble. She rushes to his side as he begins to fall apart. Catching his slumped body in attempts to help console. She was able to finally see what was going on. John laid still in the hallway, hearing them call out the time of death. She knew then that things were definitely going to change between them. Not only did she have to help pick up the pieces after Jess, but now the same with the death of his father. But it wasn’t a burden to her.

Things finally settled down and they were preparing to leave the hospital. A hunter's funeral was in the plans for John. Before leaving the hospital, Sam pulls her off into another side corridor, away from the eyes of Dean.

Within a swift movement, a hand was placed on her hip, another came up to caress her cheek. Sam applies enough pressure on her hip to push her flat against the wall. Butterflies swarmed in her stomach. She watched Sam’s eyes as they darted between her own eyes and lips. A small ‘fuck it’ fell from Sam and he crashed his lips with hers. The kiss was harmonious. His lips felt smooth like he still took care of his hygiene just how he did when they were kids. The hand that was placed on her hip came to engulf her other cheek. As he did this, Sam became more aggressive with his kiss. Their bodies became completely flushed together. He broke their contact, and dipped his head to her neck. Placing small kisses and nibbling softly, he reaches a certain spot that he knows drives her crazy. He bites down hard on that area, sucking slightly. A small gasp of pleasure escapes her lips and she could feel Sam’s hard-on bulge against her thigh. Suddenly, a small knock attracted both of their attention, only to realize it was a doctor going into a patient’s room. Looking back at each other, they held a smile. She wasn’t sure what was going through his brain. His dad just died for christ sake. But maybe he was looking for familiarity with what was unknown right now.

Dean calls out their name, making both of them sigh. Rounding the corners, Dean stops looking through the other rooms as soon as he spots them.

“Come on you too,” Dean motions towards him.

Nodding, they both begin to follow him. Sam places his hand on the little bit of her back, guiding her through the halls. Hopefully, Sammy was coming back to her.

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samwinchesterswifu · 9 months

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Contagious (Sam Winchester x Reader Smut Series)

Requested: No

No set time frame!

Warnings: slow burn, slight kink if you squint your eyes.

Song Inspiration: This series is going to have a lot of song inspo, but the main one is "Contagious" by Trapt

MINORS DNI

A/N: So I have been having this series idea in my head for literal YEARS. I'm so happy to be able to starting writing it! I am starting from season 1, and unsure on how long this is going to be. But i hope yall enjoy the ride!

Summary: Dean calls her suspiciously telling to her to meet her at a bar. She hasn't seen her Sammy in years. Will their flame ever be lit again? All she knows is that Sam belongs to her.

Pulling into the run-down bar Dean had called her to meet him at, she spotted the iconic Impala right away. Parking nearby, she takes a quick look in the backseat. A heat formed on her cheeks almost immediately. This is where she and Sam lost their virginity to each other at 16. Her and Sam’s relationship was a non-stop running loop. Her father being called in for help on a hunt with the boy’s dad, her staying in a next-door room, and her and Sam finding any chance to fool around as soon as Dean left. She hadn’t seen Sam in years. He had called her the night he left for Standford, telling her it was over, whatever there was between them. But her heart still ached for the younger Winchester. She was unsure if Sam was inside. Dean had made it sound like he needed help with a hunt and that Sam wasn’t with him. However, as she stepped inside, Sam’s smell hit her like a freight train before she even spotted him at the bar.

Their heads turned towards the door at the sound of the bell. Dean’s face lighted up with a smile, but Sam looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Her stomach fluttered seeing him. He looked distraught, his eyes puffy, and his body language seemed slumped. Dean rose from his seat to greet her with a hug, as Sam sat still. Sam couldn’t meet her eyes.

“How you been kiddo?” Dean asked while pulling out a bar stool next to him.

“Oh you know, just killed a werewolf pack with dad in Nebraska when I got your call. What’s going on?” she asked as she waved the bartender over and ordered a shot of vodka. Practically chugging it down to calm the nerves of being in the same room as Sam.

“We think were close to the thing that killed mom.” Dean said bluntly.

“How do you guess that?” She knew that John went missing but had no idea that this was why.

“Well, uhm- “Dean hesitated, looked at Sam for approval which he only gave a nod.

“Sam’s girlfriend at school died the same way.”

“Oh no, Sammy, I’m so sorry.” Sam tensed up, a dark look coming down his face.

“It’s Sam.”

Oh.

Dean cleared his throat, trying to cool the tension between them. She felt suffocated. Dean’s words ringing in her ear.

“Well, uhm, I don’t know why you called me.” she asked, chugging down another shot.

“We figured,” Dean started when Sam kicked his chair.

“I figured, with your hunting knowledge, and expertise, you could help us out.” Dean looked hopeful, begging almost.

But she sighed heavily. Unsure if she wanted to spend time with them again. Yearning for Sam when he clearly didn’t have the same feelings anymore. She got up from the bar stool as her phone began to ring. It was her dad, probably checking in on her.

“Hold on, my dad’s calling me, I’m just gunna step outside.” She said

She walked to the right side of the building, leaning up against it as they spoke. She told him where she was and that she was with the boys. She could tell that he was worried about her being around Sam again. It was like everyone knew about their past, and just overall energy of one another. They spoke on the phone for a good 10 minutes. Hanging up, she took a deep breath but hadn’t moved to go back inside just yet. Everything was on the line. She heard the bar door open, and Sam popped up around the corner, seemingly to look for her.

“Hi,” he said sheepishly as he approached her. Hands shoved deep into his pockets.

“Girlfriend huh?” She asked, as he stood in front of her. He was close, but he was still so far away.

“Yeah,” he muttered looking at the ground.

“Why Sam?” She was defeated. The overwhelming emotions of seeing him after all these years overtook her. Tears breamed in her eyes.

“Please,” he was begging. Sam never begged.

“How do you expect me to help you right now? After leaving, and telling me you couldn’t be in a committed relationship with me? Only to end up with some girl? And the only reason Dean is asking for my help is because of my brain? Do you even want me here?” She was angry, and it was evident in her voice.

Sam sighed again.

“It’s just so hard,” Sam began.

“I’m still in love with Jess but seeing you right now? I feel like I’m 16 again and all I want to do is be close to you.” He groaned. Hands fleeing into his hair out of pure frustration.

“Sammy,” she whispered. Her hand reaching to one of his to try to pull him from his thoughts.

As their hands connected, Sam snapped to look at her, hunger clouding his eyes. With in a swift movement, his left hand was on her waist and pinning her to the brick wall. His right hand cuffed around her throat. She let out a small whimper as his lips hovered above her own. But he didn’t kiss her, instead, he turned his face to her neck. Taking in a small sniff of her perfume.

“Fuck,” He whispered.

Sam looked up at her again. Unsure of his next moves. She could see the war going on in his mind. Before he could do anything next, the bar door opened again, and Dean was calling for the two. A small whimper left her lips as his heat departed from her body before Dean saw the position that they were in.

“Ah, there you two are.” Dean says as he spots them.

“Are you in?” He asks hopefully. Deans’ eyes darted between the two of them.

Clearing her throat, all she could do is muster up a nod.

“Great! Meet us at this motel.” Dean hands her a card with the motel and address on it.

She could barely reach his eyes. The boys part ways from her. As she looks up, she catches Sam looking back at her. There was just something about his puppy dog eyes, and dumb hair that made her want to fight for him again. Even if it was a losing battle, Sammy was it for her.

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All for Us (Dean Winchester x Reader Angst) Blurb

Requested: No

End of season 2

Warnings: character death

Song Inspiration: "All for Us" by Labrinth Feat. Zendaya.

MINORS DNI

A/N: I know this one doesn't make sense, but I'm willing to turn this one into a little series!

Summary: Sacrifice.

It was chaos. The yellow eyed demon finally found away to open the gates to hell. They had rushed to the area where the gate was opened. Trying their hardest to fight back the amounts of hordes that were flowing freely.

They were overtaken. Not enough to hold back everyone. The yellow eyed demon was tormenting the brothers. Her lover, Dean. Her head was screaming. Trying to find a solution to get the demon back to hell or kill him. They had the colt. But she wasn’t entirely sure if would work. She almost had no faith in the colt despite seeing it in action. She wasn’t sure if Dean was going to be able to pull the trigger

“Hey! Bitch face,” She screams towards the yellow eyed demon, throwing a rock in his direction.

“Oh, I forgot all about you pretty lady.” He says her stomach was turning in preparing what she was about to do.

Looking over towards Dean, she mouths ‘I love you’. Before returning her attention fully onto the demon.

“Come and get me bastard.” Turning around she books it. Dean screaming out her name in a broken choked sob.

As she reaches the edge of the opened hell gate, she turns around just as the yellow eyed demon smoked out of the meat suit, he was inhabiting. Coming straight for her. Opening her arms in an angel wing formation, she allows the demon to enter her. Knocking her with such force, she slips. She sees Dean running towards her, still screaming her name at the top of his lungs. She gave him a smile, before her eyes flashed yellow. Finally allowing the force of the demon to push her all the way back.

She falls into the gate of hell. Entrapping the yellow eyed demon with her, forever.

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Please Let Me Get What I Want (Sam Winchester x Reader Smut)

Requested: No

No set time frame!

Warnings: Bit of kink, just total utter worship, also like...no plot lol

Song Inspiration: "Please Please Please Let me Get What I Want" by Defttones

MINORS DNI

A/N: So like, this is my first full smut. Feedback would be so greatly appreciated.

Summary: Literally pure smut.

Pulling into the bunker’s garage she noticed that Baby was gone. She was just returning home from a supply run for herself and having a selfcare day. Parking into one the spots, she gets out and struggles for a moment balancing her few bags in her hands. Getting a hold of everything, she makes her way towards her room.

Opening her door, she just sits down the bags on top of her dresser and turns to make her way towards the library to see if the boys left for a case. Rounding the corner, she spots Sam at one the tables with a lore book in his lap. He looks up upon hearing her foots echo against the wooden floor.

“Hey, where’s Dean?” she asks, coming up behind Sam, landing a hand on his shoulder.

“Jody called him for help on a case. I decided to stay here for whenever you came back.” Sam says with a gruff and closes the book he was reading.

His hand reaches towards hers and gives it a tight squeeze. Moments between her and Sam were always shared. Ever since they met on and off as teenagers and now as adults, there was this fire between the two. A shared connection beyond what they’ve ever felt for others. They’ve had other partners in the past, and slept together once when they were 25, right before he started to date Jessica. But after the endless amount of shared trauma, their bond just grew and grew.

Sam loosens his grip on her hand. As she begins to step back, she lets her hand trickle up his neck, sending shivers down his spine. Sam stands from his seat, moving to face her. She already had created some type of distance between them, but he slowly stalked towards her. Waiting for any protest. A gasp left her lips as she felt her back hit one of pillars of the library, trapping her. Sam takes long, and strong steps towards her, asserting his dominance over her just by the way he held himself.

As he got closer, he rolled up the sleeves of his flannel. Now he was standing in front of her, practically breathing in the air she exhaled, giving him life. His hand snakes up the side of her neck to her face, softly caressing the side of her cheek. His thumb tracing over her bottom lip and pulling it down with a tug, forcing her to open her lips a bit. But, then in a swift movement, his hand grips around her neck, and lightly squeezes. He had her pinned against the pillar. He looked deeply at her, as if reading her entirely. His face dips down to match hers, bring his lips barely a whisper above hers.

The anticipation was killing her. A wet, thickness was already forming in her jeans, and she couldn’t achieve friction. Still not moving closer to her to kiss, Sam finds one of her hands, linking his fingers above hers as a way of control. Sam guides her to his ever-growing bulge that was in his pants. A small gasp escapes her lips as she feels him push against her hand.

“Y/N,” Her name barely a whisper in the emptiness.

“Yes.” She matches the tone of his voice, barely allowing any sound to bounce off the walls of the bunker.

With her permission, Sam slams his lips against hers in a brutal attack of worship. He was hungry for her, always was. Ever since they slept together that one time, no other woman compared to her. He was so afraid of losing himself to her that he forgot her feelings also mattered in the equation. That she was just as hungry.

Breaking contact between the two and leaving her feeling empty for just a moment, Sam takes her hand and leads her towards his bedroom. Stopping in front of it, he looks at her again.

“Once we enter this room, that’s it. No more going back to ignoring each other, just you and I taking on the world.” Sam was practically pleading; his heart was aching with not being able to hold her every night.

“Just the two of us,” She whispered to him. Like a prayer only meant for the big man above, binding the two for eternity.

Sam opened his door and pulled her inside with so much force that she lost her balance, crashing into him. He sweeps her up from her feet, placing her gently onto his bed. He steps back for a moment, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. She watches him closely, examining every new scar that’s risen since she’s been back hunting with them again. His muscles flexed once they were free of the constricting fabric. Watching Sam grow into the man he was now was a privilege. He was always cute, nerdy and innocent, but he grew into a man that she knew he would be able to protect her fully. To her, he looked like a god in his own right.

Sam unbuckled his belt, almost hissing at the feeling of his shaft being free from the restraints. Tossing it to the side, he also took off his shoes in a quick movement she almost didn’t notice before he was climbing over her. He holds himself high on his knees as he takes a moment to undress her. Being careful and like he was fully worshiping her body. He looked to her for permission, and she gave him a nod in return. Sam slides her jeans off her body, and the overwhelming amount of her slick practically drowned the fabric housing her entrance.

She sits up for a moment, slipping away her loose t-shirt, leaving her breasts all for him to see. She wasn’t the type to wear a bra, she found them constricting. Watching her, Sam’s breathing became shallow and slow, he couldn’t believe the sight before him. So many wet dreams of her. Sam begins to lower himself to her, his face hovering just above. He softly presses his lips against hers again. His left hand slowly trails itself down her body, feeling every curve, every scar. Playfully, he brushes his fingers over the fabric of her underwear, earning a whimper of frustration. She needed friction. Her legs practically opened themselves to him just by his hand. Her whole body was desperate and pleading.

“Please,” she said aloud, almost to tears.

“As you wish.” Sam struggled for a moment, but then quickly threw his jeans to the side after finally sliding them off. His boxers went along with.

He was back to his knees, looming over her with such power you would honestly mistake him for a king. He links his fingers around the thin fabric of her underwear, pulling them down to fully expose her. Sam takes a moment to admire her again, and she was becoming shy under his gaze, almost going to hide her upper half before Sam reaches out and stops her.

“Don’t.” His voice was demanding and stern.

“I haven’t gotten a chance to look at you for 20 years, please, let me.” Sam was ever so gentle with his words and it reminded her of the kid she first met.

“Okay,” Was all that she could muster as a response.

Sam takes a moment to pump himself. Looking down at his enormous shaft, she couldn’t possibly believe that he’s grown even more since they last slept together. Sam grabs her by the hips and pulls her towards him. His tip barely brushes her entrance before shes already gasping at his size. Slowly, he eases himself, he knew it’d had been a long time since her last partner and he didn’t want to overdo it.

“Oh- “She croaks out as soon as the head of his cock enters her.

Her eyes shut as he pushes himself further in, leaning her head back and arching into the pleasure.

“Sammy,” She was already breathless, and the moment his name escaped her lips, she could feel him pulse through her.

“Fuck.” Sam’s voice was quivering from hearing his name.

With a final push he was in. Her eyes filled with tears as she feels the entirety of his length. She was truly overwhelmed. Holding on to her, Sam begins to pick up his rhythm, already hitting her g-spot. Her hands grip at his forearms, balancing herself to not completely lose herself in the pleasure.

Sam picked up his pace. His shaft pumping into her with such force that tears started to form. She was gasping for air, trying to clear the tightening feeling of her chest that seemed to just build with every thrust. She was already getting close.

“Sammy, pl-lease,” choking on her words, Sam picked up his pace.

“Breed me.” She gasped out, earning a groan from the man towering above her, he close his eyes at her words.

“Oh my god.” Fell from Sam’s lips, as he was also overwhelmed with the feeling of her wrapped around him.

“I’m gunna-” She breaths out, arching back into the pleasure.

“Cum baby, I’m right there with you,” Sam stayed within his position, but proceeded to bring her up to him. Fucking into her like a helpless slave.

Moans fell loosely from her as she came to her climax, Sam vocal along with her as his seed pumped freely into her. Sam brings his lips to hers, ever so effortlessly kissing away into their highs. After a few breathless moments, Sam lowers her to the bed. Still kissing her, he slowly pulls out. She mewls at that lost contact and how full he made her feel.

He gets up from their position and grabs a towel from his laundry basket, and leans in to clean himself from her. A small blush forms on her cheeks as no man she has ever slept with really took care of her the way he does. Tossing the towel aside, Sam fishes in his dresser for a new pair of boxes, and grabs a t-shirt for her. Tossing it towards her, he slips on his underwear and makes his way back towards the bed, climbing on the other side.

Sam pulls her into his chest, softly petting her hair and whispering reassurances that she did a fantastic job as always.

“I hope I get that more often now,” she jokes into the dim light of his bedroom.

“You’ll get so much more than that.” Sam replies, kissing her head.

Sam leans over to turn off the lamp that was on his bedside, and pulls her even closer.

“Get some rest, we can do more of whatever you like later.” Sam says with a smile, sleep evident in his voice.

Even though he couldn’t see her, she nods her head in agreement and cuddles closer to him. Ready to take on the world with him, but also any new challenges in the bedroom.

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My Kink is Karma (Past Dean Winchester x Reader) (Eventual Sam Winchester x Reader Smut)

Requested: No

Set in between Seasons 13 and 14

Warnings: cute smut moment :)) , Dean being a big ole dirty cheater

Song Inspiration: "My Kink is Karma" by Chappell Roan

Minors DNI!

A/n: as soon as I heard this song, all I could think about is writing about Sam eventually getting the girl tehehe

It was during the stress of apocalypse world. She could still relive that night like a faint memory.

Dean hadn’t come home the night before, and he still wasn’t home the following morning. So, being the detective she is, she looks through the bank records of his cards and finds that he charged a motel room somewhere in Wichita. Her gut was screaming at her, eating her alive to go look. Racing to the garage, she grabbed her keys and sped off onto the highway. After some time, she finally arrived at the name of the hotel that was on his card. Seeing Baby parked out front she went to find what room he was in from the front desk. Gaining a key, she made her way to his room door quietly, her heartbeat racing out of her chest. Quietly as she could manage, she opens the motel door to find mounds of clothes all over the floor. Looking towards the bed she see’s Dean laying in bed with another woman, who was also naked. The light peering through the door awoke Dean. Once he saw her, he jumped up only in his boxers.

“This, this isn’t what it looks like, Y/N please,” Dean begged and she laughed as tears fell.

“Fuck you Winchester.” She screamed, waking up the other woman. Throwing the door key right smack in the middle of his chest.

Turning around and picking up her pace to make it to her car. As she’s getting ready to start it as Dean’s running out of the room still in his boxes and trying to throw a shirt over his head. She’s pulling out of the parking spot as he lands his hands on her hood, trying to stop her from leaving. Determination to get away from how vile of a man he was on her mind, she practically almost ran him over. She looked from the review mirror, and he stood in the middle of the parking lot screaming her name.

Getting back to the bunker, she rushed as fast she could. Bumping into Sam in the process. He looked heartbroken because he knew she would leave when they needed her the most. Giving a big hug, Sam whispers to her to be safe, and kisses her on her forehead. She was able to grab her things and leave the bunker before Dean ever arrived. She arrived at Jody’s not too long after her partings. Knocking on Jody’s door at 2 am. Jody answers in her PJ’s and she broke down in the middle of her doorway.

That was 4 months ago. She was thriving with the girls and helping them with their hunts. Taking the responsibility off Jody for the meantime so that she could take care of things at the station. For a while Dean would consistently blow up her phone, leaving begging text messages and voicemails. She had the guts to finally block his number at 2 weeks in. She thought Dean would come looking for her, but surprisingly it was peace. Sam was keeping her updated about the events going down.

Apoco Michael got to Dean, and they defeated Lucifer but Michael high jacked Dean. As much as her body screamed for her to run to their help, to help them find Dean, her heart was content with never interacting with him again.

It was silent for a few days. Her and Claire took on a solo hunt while the others rested. Defeating a rouge werewolf in Michigan, a case sent by Sam. Over the last few weeks, she and Sam have been texting quite a bit. Flirting in between giving out case information. Then, one morning Sam calls her. Telling her that they had found Dean and that Sam was exhausted. They needed her help. The desperation in Sam’s voice of needing another OG’s hand on something like this tugged at her heart. She wanted to help Sam, not Dean. And that’s what she had to remind herself of departing from Jody’s.

To say she was nervous to be back in the bunker again after the break up was an understatement. She shook with anxiety but was so excited to see Sam again. Pulling into the driveway, she makes her way to the front door. Taking deep breaths, she pushes open the door and walks towards the small balcony that looked over the war room. Sam sat with the other hunters as they discussed something, they hadn’t noticed her yet.

“Y/N!” Maggie shouts in excitement as she comes from the library. Making Sam and the others snap their heads in her direction.

Sam rose to his feet, a soft smile forming on his face. She made her way down the staircase. Dean wasn’t anywhere in sight. Before she could even make it to the last step, Sam was wrapping her up in a hug, bringing her down fully. There was just something about seeing Sam again after all these months. The skin contact felt different then with Dean. It felt electrifying, and safe. She briefly catches up with the other hunters before Sam pulls her away towards his room.

His lips slammed against hers before they even made it to his room. Barely rounding the corner before she was able to fully unbutton his shirt. Their movement was filled with so much hunger, want, and longing. Her eyes felt like they were swelling up with tears just simply by the overwhelmingness of the feelings she was feeling. Finally, after a few feet, Sam slams her back against his door. Reaching down trying his hardest not to break their contact, he links his arms around her legs. Hoisting her up and immediately wrapping her legs around him.

Sam fumbles with the doorknob, keeping a tight grip on her ass. Once inside his room, Sam kicks his door shit with his foot and throws her on his bed in the process. Sam kicks off his shoes while she tugs off her jeans. Since his shirt was already unbuttoned, he threw it to the ground. She’s seen the boys at least shirtless before, and there is just something about Sam standing in front of her with a hunger in his eyes. Something she never got from Dean.

Climbing above her, Sam bruises his lips against hers once again. His hands push them way under her shirt and cupping her breast. After a few moments on fondling Sam tugs away at her underwear. Leading kisses down her stomach and tracing over her hip bones, his lips finally contact her other…. lips. A loud gasp escapes her as he makes contact. Dean never ate her out, he would protest and say it was a gross idea to him even though she walked on him doing it often before they dated. But God, Sam was so good with it. He inserts two of his massive fingers into her after biting a sucking at her clit. She was already so close to cumming.

“Oh God- “She yelps as Sam as a third finger.

Sam curls them enough to where they hit her G-spot, rubbing it just in the right way and keeping a steady pace.

“Oh God- “

“Sam!” She yells as she meets her climax.

Then Sam’s door slams open. Both look in horror to see Dean with his gun drawn. Once he realizes the scene in front him, Dean’s face also goes white as a ghost.

“O-o-oh, oh my god, I’m- “ Dean reaches for the door knob and slams the door shut with such force the bed shakes.

Sam looks up at her with hunger still evident, but embarrassment now washed over his face. They look at each other for a moment before bursting out in laughter. Sam makes his way back up to her, and pulling her on his chest as they both are still giggling.

“Well, at least he knows,” Sam chuckles.

“Oh fuck you Winchester,” She says hitting his chest.

“I can make that happen.” Sam says with a grin, a playful look molding over his eyes. “Then what are you waiting for?”

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One Last Breath (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Requested: No

Set in Season 5

Warnings: Angst, Talks of suicide and SH

Song Inspiration: “One Last Breath” by Creed

A/n: Hi yall! It’s been SUCH a long time since I’ve last wrote any fanfiction and posted it here to Tumblr. My writings are a bit wonky, and the themes are a bit dark but it is pre-apocalypse Dean. I hope you enjoy! Summary: Y/N has had enough of Deans antics, especially after forgetting that it was their anniversary. She decides to leave him, until receiving a voicemail from the man himself that he was going to give himself up to Michael.

These last few weeks have been rough on her handsome boyfriend. The apocalypse booming over the brothers’ heads, the choice to say yes to Michael, the only chance to save humanity and to save Sam from the worst fate that he could think of at the time. He became distant, rougher, and overall broken. His kisses, hugs, and cuddles are becoming less and less. Then came their anniversary. Where he barely acknowledged her all day and skidded out of their motel room early into the evening without saying a word. The Impala made a screeching sound like it stood in protest of the man’s decision.

This broke her. The man she grew to love felt like he grew to resent her. Sliding down the side of the bed, a violent sob wrecked through her chest. Her hands folding into her heart to hold it. Leaning her head back on the shitty motel room she couldn’t help but just let the tears flow, and her cries be let out. One thought raced through her mind in this moment. Something she never thought she would think of. But the ideations came through so loud she couldn’t ignore them. If he doesn’t love you, end it. He doesn’t deserve you, end it. Spare yourself. Her cries grew stronger, almost felt like she was choking on her own snot. Then there was a knock at the door. Quickly picking herself up and trying to wipe away the tears that unfortunately kept falling no matter how hard she tried to stop, she grudgingly makes her way towards the door. Opening it a crack, Sam stands in the doorway.

A soft smile forms his face in a comforting manner. She quickly pulls him into the room, collapsing instantly into his muscled body. He drags her to the edge of the bed. After adjusting comfortably, she bursts into tears even harder. This was the most skin-on-skin interaction she has gotten in practically months, and it felt good to touch another human. Sam felt warm and safe. After a while they find themselves in a cuddled position. She passed out, exhausted from all the crying and Sam couldn’t bear to let her go. The sun had fully set at this point, and Dean had yet to return.

Nearing close to midnight, Sam finally sees the Impala lights pull into the window. But he doesn’t move an inch. Dean slams open the door, drunk and falling over himself. Stopping at the sight of Sam and his girlfriend. Gripping the beer bottle tight in his hand, he’s overcome with rage.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing with my girlfriend?” Dean’s angry voice booms around the room to the point that it startles her awake.

Seeing Dean in the state that he’s, she was terrified. Sam got up from their position ready to defend her.

“Comforting her like you should’ve been,” Sam spats towards Dean.

“What does that even mean? She’s fine!” She really couldn’t believe the words coming from his mouth.

“Clearly, she’s not. Do you even remember what today is for you two?” Sam was shaking with rage at this point.

“No, I really don’t!” Dean says stepping up to Sam, like he was ready to through punches.

“It was your guy’s anniversary! 3 fucking years together and you couldn’t even remember!” Sam took another step towards Dean, their chests almost touching at this point.

“What-“ Dean says, the beer bottle slipping from his hand.

“Wow,” She speaks up from where she stood. Both boys’ heads snapping in her direction.

“You really didn’t remember?” She says, letting out a soft laugh. Dean gulps at her statement. He shook his head in agreement.

She let out a scoff. Her heart finally breaking in one piece. After sitting down to put her shoes on, she turns to grab her bag. Which was a small black backpack and red duffle that consisted of her things. Walking towards the door, ignoring both boys, Dean grabs her arm to stop her.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Dean asks, the smell of alcohol pungent on his tongue.

“I’m leaving you,” she states, staring at him blankly. His grip tightens.

“No,” Dean whispers. For once sounding heartbroken.

“Too late, come on Sam.” she says, snatching her arm from his grip. Dean looks puzzled at his brother.

Dean stands in disbelief as he watches not only the love of his life, but his brother walking out on him. She walks towards her own vehicle which was a ’69 SS Chevelle. Which was gifted to her by her father, Bobby. Throwing her things in the back seat, she hands her keys to Sam. He nods, understanding exactly where they needed to go, Bobby’s. She didn’t care what Dean was going to do in the meantime. Was he going to try to find them and make amends, or what.

But her and Sam drove into the night. Sam was such a gentleman to her this whole time on the road. Slightly holding onto her hand as they drove. At some point she fell asleep, just completely exhausted from the earlier events, and needed an escape. They arrive to Bobby’s just as the sun rose. Apparently it seemed like Bobby was wide awake, as he greeted them at the door. She wondered if Dean had called. Though upon seeing her father with arms wide open, she could feel the tears fall again. Rushing to his side, she let him engulf her. Bobby let out quiet shh’s.

“What happened kiddo?” Bobby asked looking down at her.

“Dean,” Sam pipped up from behind them.

“I’m gunna kill that boy.” Bobby said through gridded teeth. She shook her head in protest.

“It’s not worth it dad. He’s too far gone.” Bobby sighed at her statement, turning to guide her back into her childhood home.

Sam followed suit behind them. Carrying both her and his things. Sam watches as she makes her way upstairs, presumably to her bedroom. Setting down bags, Sam hears Bobby call him to the living room.

“What happened Sam? I’ve never seen her this upset.” Bobby finishes his sentence, grabbing a bottle of his favorite whiskey.

“Yesterday was their anniversary. I saw Dean leave early, and I could hear her crying from their room. I went to go check on her and she was a mess. She had a knife in her hands Bobby.” Sam sighs, settling into the couch. Running his hands through his hair and gripping a few strands out of frustration.

“Oh god,” Bobby knew she struggled with self-harm in the past.

“But then Dean came back, it was midnight and he was hammered. She had just fallen asleep, and he scared the shit out of her. He got angry that I was comforting her. He had no idea it was even their anniversary and she just finally broke. And so, we drove all night. I knew she needed to be home.” Sam finishes, and he was practically on edge of tears.

He was angry and frustrated not only with her, but all the pent-up emotions over Dean came rushing back. Sam cared about her like a sister. Sure, Sam found her attractive, but growing up he watched her, and Dean become obsessed over each other. He knew he stood no chance over Dean.

“Well thank you son. Thank you for bringing her home, go get you some rest.” Bobby says, then taking a sip of his whiskey. Sam could tell he was worried about her.

Nodding, Sam got up. He trudged his way upstairs. Walking towards her room, he peaked inside. She was under her covers; the bear Dean had won for her at a carnival when they were 18 tucked tightly under her arms. Sam smiled and turned to shut the door. But a small voice caught his attention.

“Sam?” She whispered, leaning up slightly now.

“Hey,” He responded to her quietly.

“Come here.” Sleep was evident in her voice, but in that moment, she wanted nothing more than Sam to be by her side.

Sam contemplated it for a moment before sighing, fully entering her room. He kicks off his shoes and slides into her bed behind her. He throws his arm around her waist, and they settle into a comfortable position for them both. She was out faster than he was.

“Y/N”

Deans voice echoed in her dream. Suddenly she was standing in front of him. It was back in the motel room from the previous day. Dean was sitting on the edge of the bed, another bottle of beer in fingers that were also clutching his hair. Looking around, the motel room looked destroyed. Picture frames broke, the lamp shattered. She wanted to reach out to him, hold him, but she couldn’t. As much as she wanted to touch him, she couldn’t bear to look at him. Then, Dean snaps his head up, almost like he could see her there. He reaches out to touch her, but as his hand connects with her skin, she shoots out of bed.

Sam was no longer next to her and Castiel stood in front of her bed. She throws a book that was by her bedside at him. Castiel winces as it makes a hard thud against his chest.

“What the fuck Castiel! Why are you just watching me like Edward?” Castiel cocks his head in confusion at her statement and she sighs. He still didn’t understand the pop-culture references her and Dean made often.

“Dean asked me to come check on you,” Looking around, Castiel was confused on where she was. But she was frozen at hearing Dean’s name.

“Where are you?” Castiel asks.

“My bedroom?” She says puzzled.

“Oh, well Dean-“ Castiel begins and she stops him.

“Please don’t tell him where I am.” She states, looking down in defeat.

“But I promised.” Castiel sounded like a child standing in between to parents who were constantly fighting.

“Just please?” She looked up at him, eyes foggy like she was ready to cry again.

“Ok,” He sighs. Then suddenly he was gone.

Sniffling, she gets up and changes into a comfortable pair of leggings. Looking around to find some sort of jacket to wear, she sees that Sam forgot to grab his flannel. Debating on whether to wear it, she decides to and slips it over her small arms. The flannel was engulfing her. But it smelt nice, and it was warm. Which was the goal overall. She also digs around her drawers to find a pair of fuzzy socks, slipping those on as well. Wondering what the time was, she grabbed her phone from the nightstand, it was around 4pm at this point. There was a missed call from Dean, with a voice mail attached. She stared at it for a moment before deciding at the moment it wasn’t worth it to listen.

She begins to make her way downstairs. Some sort of BBQ sauce fills the air. Making her way towards the kitchen, she sees Sam at the dinner table. A bag of BBQ from her favorite local restaurant was waiting for her.

“I thought you might like something to eat.” Sam states, a smile forming on his lips.

“Wait is that my flannel?” Sam asks before she even took a step.

“Yeah, I hope its okay that I’m wearing it, I was cold.” she said sheepishly, shuffling her feet in the process.

“That’s fine.” Sam smiles at her.

She makes her way to the table as Sam digs out the box he got for her. Digging in her stomach growled. It had been at least a day since she had last eaten.

“Where’s dad?” She asks, looking around to find that the older hunter wasn’t there.

“He said he needed to get out for a moment and that he’d be back.” Sam says, taking a sip of his beer.

She shrugs. After a few minutes, she finishes her meal, sipping on a glass of water to help wash it all down. Sam had already finished, so she got up and began cleaning the table. Bobby was never good at chores, so typically she was the one who had to clean up after. She didn’t mind. At this point, the sun had set fully. Sam had settled into the living room, putting on some random program on the T.V. Curiosity continued to eat at her. She still loved Dean, and the fact that there was that dream, and Castiel and the voicemail, she couldn’t help wondering what Dean had to say. Saying goodnight to Sam, she makes her way back up to her bedroom. She sits on the edge of her bed, clicking on the voicemail and holding the phone to her ear.

Sweetheart,

Her breath hitches at his voice. His favorite nickname for her. He sounded out of breath, maybe the dream was right and he had just destroyed the motel room.

I am so sorry. I know sorry doesn’t cut it, but I can barely breathe without you here. I’ve been neglecting you for a while now and I just –

Dean hiccups and coughs like he was crying as well.

I’m going to go say yes. A package will arrive at Bobby’s for you. It’ll have baby’s keys in it, and my favorite leather jacket. I’m doing to this to save you, to save the world, I love you so much –

The voicemail cuts off. Her breathing is hitched and her heart pounding in her ears. Throwing off Sam’s flannel and throwing on a sweater and her shoes, she runs downstairs to see that Sam was still watching the television but shoots to his feet when he sees her panicked.

“Y./N? What’s wrong?” He asks concerned.

“Deans –“ She says, trying to catch her breath.

“He left me a voicemail, he said he’s going to say yes to Michael tonight. It’s suicide!” She starts to pace, the panic feeling in her heart making her want to puke.

“Oh no, he can’t!” Sam walks towards her.

“Castiel!” She blurts out. But after a few minutes he doesn’t show. Again, she calls out.

“Cas! Please! Help me here!” Then a woosh is heard behind her, turning to see the angel in question.

“How can I help you?” he asks curiously.

“Dean is going to say yes tonight. Please, lock on to him, take me there,” She was on the verge of tears again.

“Okay.” Castiel says and grab her arm. Next thing she knew she was outside an abandoned warehouse.

Drawing her gun, another gift from Dean. She pushes an open door, quietly making her way down a hallway where she can hear two faint voices talking. Getting closer to what she presumed was the main open room to the warehouse, the voices became clear. It was Dean talking to Zacharia.

“Now, are you sure you want to do this?” Zacharia asks.

“Please,” Dean voice sounded so weak.

Picking up her pace, she slams open a door that leads to the main room, startling both men.

“Dean no!” She shouts, earning a sigh from Zacharia.

“Get out of here little girl!” Zach says, flickering his wrist to throw her to the ground.

“No,” she whispers but it echoes through the room, feeling enough strength to somehow push pass his angel strength. Having a hand in front of her, she pushes herself up.

“What?” Zach says angrily, flickering back to the ground.

This time both of her arms were in front of her, pushing past the force, she fully pushed her torso up.

“I. Said. No.” she says through the struggle of resisting.

“How are you doing that?” Zach was clearly confused just as both her and Dean were.

How was she powerful enough to get past an angel’s force? Was this Castiel’s doing, and he was hidden, or maybe this was god himself? After placing her knee in a position to hold herself up, she gives one final push. Finally breaking free of Zach’s grasp sending the angel stumbling back.

“No! I almost had him!” Zach growls, not ready to accept defeat. He tried to flicker her back down, but she was able to ground herself. Fighting against the force, she makes her way towards Dean.

“This is what you want.” She starts taking another step towards him.

“I know you Dean Winchester, I understand now.” Another step.

“You were distancing yourself but you didn’t have to me like that.” Another one.

“I know –“ Dean croaks out.

“Let me help you, stop pushing me away.” She was so close to him.

“Let yourself love me without fear.” She was reaching out to him at this point.

“Let me love you.”

She crashes into him. Zach screams in anger as he’s pushed back. She looks into Dean’s eyes, as he holds her tightly. They were filled with so much pain and regret. She finally crashes her lips into his. Tasting the salt that heavily coated them from the night he spent crying. Dean grips her waist was so much force she felt like she was going to pop. She loops her arms around his neck, bringing him as close as possible. The kiss grew desperate, and hungry. They were lost in each other. So lost that they didn’t even see Zach burst into a bright light and disappear. Leaving them alone in the big empty warehouse.

After what felt like forever, she pulled away to catch her breath. Dean still tries to fish for her lips and she couldn’t help but smile. He finally opened his eyes and he just seemed like he was in awe.

“Baby,” Dean whispers to her. It felt genuine. Like she finally had her Dean back.

“How did you find me?”

“Castiel.” She smiled at him, earning a small laugh.

“Speaking of which,” she also states just as the angel himself appeared in front of them.

He grabs on to both, transporting them back to the original motel room. Which was indeed destroyed. The package Dean had yet to send sitting neatly on their shared bed. Finally letting go of each other, she goes to unravel the package. Dishing out the jacket and whatever Dean placed in there, including Baby’s keys. Instructing Dean to turn around, she places his leather jacket on him. Assisting him with putting it on. She kisses his back, and he turns to face her.

Dean was still sad, and that was evident. The guilt was heavy on his eyes. He goes to say something but gets cut off.

“You don’t have to apologize anymore. Please, just never ever have something like this last day happen again. I can’t take another heart break Dean.” She sighs. Tears start to swell again.

“Never again, I promise.” Dean says smiling down at her. Giving his bicep a squeeze, she grabs his bag that included his belongings.

“Let’s go home,” She whispers.

Dean nods in agreement. Taking her hand, he leads her towards the Impala. Opening the door for her to let her in, Dean slings his bag in the back. Closing his door he goes to the driver’s side, getting in himself. Turning on the engine, Baby coming into a light purr, they begin their adventure back to Bobby’s. Once reaching the highway, Dean reaches out for her hand, holding it in place for the rest of the drive.

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Night Moves (Sam Winchester x Reader)

Requested: No

Word Count: 621

Set in Season 14

Warnings: None, other than cute fluffy Sam Winchester moments.

Song Inspiration: “Night Moves” by Bob Seger

A/n: Hey everyone! This is my first Supernatural fanfiction. I have other fanfiction blogs that I write for, but not my favorite show Supernatural so I thought I’d start one. I hope y’all enjoy this short drabble.

Summary: After everything going on in the past few weeks with Michael and Dean. Y/N decides her boyfriend Sam needs a break. She does it the simplest way she can think of.

Having a tight pull on Sam’s hand she guided him out of the bunker and into the garage. The Impala’s keys hung loosely within her fingers. After asking Dean special permission explaining that it was a surprise for Sam, he reluctantly agreed to let her take baby out. Ever since Michael disappeared out of Dean, all the new hunters slowly taking over the bunker, and problems with Bobby, Sam deserved a break. He was working so hard all the time. Barely got enough sleep, enough to eat, and it drove her insane watching her beautiful boyfriend not get a break.

“Y/n, where are we going?” Sam said with hesitation laced deeply within his voice.

“Just come on Sam.” She replied to him, pushing him to the passenger side of the Impala.

Hearing the deep sigh out of his mouth she knew she had won. In the past when trying to do this, he always fought with her. But not this time and she was thankful he keep his mouth shut about leaving the bunker unnecessarily.

Getting into the driver side herself, putting the key in and brought baby to life. Slowly she drove them down and out of the tunnel to the garage. Stopping briefly before they hit the outside road. Sam gave her a questioning look, she reached down on his side and pulled out the cassette tape box that was kept under his side.

Digging through it, she quickly found the one cassette she was looking for. A bright smile formed on her face as she stuck the tape in the slot. Slowly, but surely the guitar riff drifted through the speakers. A small laugh escaped from Sam, making her smile.

Rolling down the driver’s side window, they drove off into the semi-chilly Kansas night. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Sam roll down his. Catching his fingers drum to the beat against his thigh.

The stars were bright and visible. Making it an even better night. After only a few short miles of driving, she pulls into an empty field not far from the bunker. Restarting the tape and song, she jumps out. Quickly turning to the back door, she throws it open and gets two beers from out the cooler in the back seat. Tossing it one to Sam she motions for him to get out. A bit of pride soars through her when he cracks a smile and gets out himself.

They prop themselves against the hood. Quietly watching the stars together as Bob Seger drifted off in the background. After a while, she felt Sam’s hand land on her thigh. It felt comforting and loving.

“Thank you for this babe,” Sam whispered to in the eliminating moonlight.

“Anything for you,” She whispers back to him. In the light, she could see his dimples forms as he smiles at her words.

He slides off the hood, gently putting his beer bottle on the ground. Quickly though he’s standing in front of her, squeezing in-between her thighs.

“What would I do without you?” He questions her, earning a small laugh.

“You’d be dead without me.” She says with a small quirky smile on her lips. He laughs at that, sounding like beautiful music.

He slowly closes the distance between them. Bringing their lips in a slow and sensational kiss. She lets the beer bottle fall from her hand, hearing the thud on the ground. Carefully she combs her fingers into his hair as they kiss, bringing the two even closer than possible.

They stay like that for a while. Kissing, sharing memories, and laughing with each other. All the outside troubles drifted their minds, allowing them to relax together for the first time in a while.

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