#katsnewyearsficexchange2022

[fallingintolife]

All I Want For Christmas Is You

A/N: Hi there! So this is the fic I wrote for the fluffiest-dreams New Year's Fic Exchange! The person I got to write for is: @fandomfoodiedancer ! The song prompt that they chose was "All I Want For Christmas Is You" by Mariah Carey. I decided to go with the Sam Winchester x reader pairing because I just love Sam. I hope that you really enjoy this piece. ♥️ This is my first time putting my writing out here on Tumblr so I really hope you enjoy it. ♥️ Happy New Year! 🎊🥂🎇

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2,411

Summary: You were severely injured after a hunt gone wrong which happened right before Christmas which was your favorite holiday. So Sam, being the sweetest person ever, decided to decorate for you and maybe also finally admit his true feelings...

Warnings: Fluffy-fluff-fluff!, with just a little angst thrown in for good measure..., Loss of family mentioned but no details on what happened

Dean: Just pulled into the Bat Cave. You have 5 minutes.

Any other time, Sam definitely would have rolled his eyes at Dean referring to the Bunker as the Bat Cave, but not today. Today you were coming home from the hospital after being there for a week because of a hunt gone wrong. You were lucky to even be alive, more or less only escaping with a broken leg, dislocated shoulder, and a variety of bruises, as well as cuts spread all around your body. Today was also Christmas; your favorite holiday, which you had been looking forward to since you moved into the Bunker ten months ago.

You already had planned out all the activities leading up to Christmas. You knew Christmas was a sore spot for the boys because of their past experiences aka their dad never being around for it and, of course, the one with the ghouls, where they thought it was Dean's last Christmas because he was going to Hell. So could you really blame them for not exactly loving Christmas? Of course not.

Instead, you decided to show them what Christmas could and should be like. You wanted to show them it could be magical and happy, not just full of hunting and sad memories. You wanted to help them make new ones, happier ones. If anybody deserved to be happy, it was the Winchesters.

At first they weren't quite sold on it but after baking cookies, having some hot chocolate and eggnog (that Sam was not allowed to make, because that shit would knock anyone on their ass), and singing obnoxiously loud to Christmas music, the boys found out that they didn't find it all that awful after all. The only thing that bothered Sam was that he didn't know what to give you for Christmas. I mean, he knew what he wanted, but that couldn't happen, so it didn't matter. Sam had liked you since you both had met a year and a half ago. He wouldn't act on it though because he didn't want you thrown into the chaos that was him and Dean's life. Nothing good ever came over of anyone getting close to him. He didn't want to see you get hurt or worse…

However, two weeks ago, after he almost lost you? That gave him a lot to think about. And the only thing that continued to repeat in his head was that he couldn't lose you; he wouldn't lose you. He loved you and he was going to tell you that tonight. No more denying it.

Which was why Sam was currently trying to quickly finish the last of the decorating before you came inside. He knew how much Christmas meant to you, so he was trying to finish all the decorating that you had planned, but never got to do because you were in the hospital. Placing his reindeer antlers on his head, he quickly hit a random Christmas playlist when he heard the door open at the top of the stairs of the Bunker.

"Dean, seriously? Do you really think this is necessary?" You asked him with a roll of your eyes as he carried you in bridal style.

"Uh yeah, sweetheart, I do. You realize you're in a full leg cast, right?" He raised an eyebrow at you as his eyes followed the purple cast on your right leg that went from your toes to your upper thigh. His eyes then went straight to the black sling that you were currently sporting for your right shoulder that you had dislocated. You wanted to have some amazing comeback, but your brain was still a little fuzzy from the painkillers you were on. So instead, you just let out a huff and pouted. Dean rolled his eyes at you but immediately grinned when he saw all the decorations Sam had put up around the Bunker. He smirked and winked at Sam, which Sam in return gave him his classic bitch face.

He had to give it to Sammy. He really had gone all out with the decorations. It wasn't a secret that Sam liked you; at least not to Dean. One, because Sam hadn't stopped talking about you since they had met you about a year and a half ago now. When Dean had asked Sam about when he was going to finally grow some balls and ask you out was when he told Dean that he couldn't be with you because that would be like signing your death certificate. Which, of course, killed Dean because he wanted Sam to be happy, but he also understood where he was coming from. Nothing good ever happened to anyone who was involved with them. Two, because you also talked to Dean about how much you liked Sam but that you were trying to understand where Sam was coming, which again, broke Dean's heart because shit, you also deserved to be happy and as much as he hated to admit it, you and Sam together were too damn cute.

So when Sam had asked Dean if he could pick you up from the hospital, instead of him because he wanted to surprise you? Dean immediately accepted, hoping that Sam would finally tell you how he felt because Dean was getting sick of watching your chick flick play out but… since he had watched it play out this far then he would at least wait long enough to see the happy ending. I mean, every chick flick had a happy ending. (Of course Dean didn't know this because he liked to watch them. Oh no no, most definitely not…) And you two? You two definitely deserved to be happy. So if Dean had to help play matchmaker with the two of you, then so be it. A few seconds after pouting, you lifted your head up from Dean's shoulder and that's when you saw the Bunker covered in Christmas decorations, exactly how you imagined and talked about.

"Wow." Was the only word that left your mouth as you looked around and took everything in. They set a tree up in the corner of the Dean cave, accompanied by multicolored lights wrapped around it with what looked like some ornaments on it. Little reindeer sat on the research table in the library, as well as other Christmas themed knick-knacks were also scattered around the Bunker. To your surprise, they had even put some garlands on the banister going down the staircase. When Dean had gotten to the bottom of the stairs with you, (which to be honest you hadn't noticed that he had moved in the first place…) was when you saw Sam nervously looking at you, wearing reindeer antlers adorned with Christmas lights and they actually lit up!

"Hey… uh, Merry Christmas." Sam chuckled as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yeah… um yeah! Merry- Merry Christmas! Sam, did you… did you do all this? You didn't have to, you know, I know that this isn't exactly your favorite thing…" You looked around more as you spoke softly to Sam, taking in all the decorations. Sam shrugged nonchalantly.

"I know, but I don't hate it and… it makes you happy, so… it makes me happy too. I mean, I think I did pretty good! You haven't even seen the Dean cave yet." He smiled gently at you, which helped you relax.

"Okay, well, come on Deano, take me to your Dean cave, then." Dean rolled his eyes as you smirked at him.

"Yeah, yeah okay." You relaxed against Dean as he carried you into the Dean Cave, following behind Sam.

You took in all the different decorations that Sam had put up just for you; it seemed. Which should have made you happy. I mean, Sam had done this for you! He had remembered how much Christmas meant to you and he had decorated it with things that you had from when you were younger. Part of you was happy, really happy and the other part of you… well, the other part was sad. Sam had made it clear that you and him being together was not at all a possibility. It had hurt at first, of course, but you had convinced yourself that as long as you still got to be in his life that it would be okay to just be friends with him. Fake it 'til ya make it, right? Which was always somewhat hard, but right now? It was almost impossible to just be okay with only being friends with him.

When you had met the Winchester's almost a year and a half ago, you were immediately drawn to Sam. You had just lost your family and Sam was the one who would stay up with you and listen to you talk about them. He'd let you cry if you needed to cry or scream if you needed to scream. He let you know it was okay to feel what you were feeling, and that he was there for you. He never judged you. He was just there. Sam understood you like no one else ever had and you felt you understood him just as well. After the first year of knowing him was when you decided to finally tell Sam that you liked him, honestly you loved him… but as soon as you talked about how much he meant to you, you saw his body language change. He had immediately tensed. When you thought it was because he didn't like you and then quickly freaked out, he told you about the "Winchester curse", explaining that everyone he had been with had died. You didn't care, but you could tell he would not change his mind, so you tried to respect it, push down your feelings. And it was working too until he decided to be his adorable, thoughtful self and decorate the Bunker just like you had said you would.

Before you knew it, Dean had already placed you on the couch and was mumbling about getting a beer, and then disappeared into the kitchen. Sam was grabbing a Christmas blanket with penguins and snowflakes on it, (where the hell did they come from?) to put on top of you. He then placed your favorite Christmas mug on the TV tray in front of you, accompanied by an assortment of Christmas cookies, which you could tell both of the boys had decorated.

"I thought we could watch your favorite Christmas movie while you had some hot chocolate and cookies. If you want! I just know that's something that you talked about, but whatever you want to do." All you could do was stare at him. Sam was right, you had talked about it. That was a tradition that you had always done with your family. And he remembered. Sam remembered.

Sam watched you anxiously, waiting for you to say something or honestly just stop staring at him… but you did what he would call his worst-case scenario; you started crying. Shit, shit, shit. This was bad, this was really bad. He thought he had been doing a thoughtful thing, but apparently he somehow had upset you. He kneeled down next to you, throwing off his antlers, and placing his hand gently on your face, wiping away your tears.

"Hey, hey, hey. Y/N, it's okay shhh. I'm sorry honey, I'm so sorry. I… I was trying to do something nice because I know how much this day means to you and I… I'm sorry I screwed it up. I'm so sorry. Please Y/N, don't cry…" He continued to wipe away your tears when you suddenly stopped and stared at him, confused.

"Wait… you think I'm upset that you did this for me?" Sam nodded slowly, now also confused.

"Well, yeah… I mean, you're crying…"

"Yeah! Because… because you're so confusing!" You let out a sigh of frustration, quickly wiping away your tears with your left hand, as Sam just looked at you, dumbfounded. What the hell was happening right now? How was he the confusing one?

"Dammit Sam. I'm not upset about the decorations or the cookies or the hot chocolate. I'm… it was just so thoughtful because you actually listened and remembered what I had talked about." Sam nodded, still kneeling in front of you.

"Well, yeah, of course. I know how much Christmas means to you and I know it was going to be hard not having your family here and you didn't even get to do most of the things you normally did." You couldn't help but roll your eyes at him and smile.

"Exactly. You've always been so thoughtful, Sam, and I just… I-I really care about you… Look, I know you're scared, okay? And I know you think us being together is dangerous, but I don't care. I love you, Sam. I've loved you for a long time and I just… I can't-no, I won't pretend anymore. I lost my whole family, and I didn't get the chance to tell them how much I loved them. But you're still here and so am I, by some miracle. So you know what? Screw it! Because if the universe wants to come after me for loving you, Sam Winchester, then so be it because I'm done pretending." With that, you leaned into Sam and kissed him and God, was it a good kiss.

Sam was speechless, I mean elated about what had just happened, because truth be told, he did not see it going that way… However when it finally registered in his mind that you were indeed kissing him and that you had just told him you were also in love with him was when he just let go and soaked in the moment. Yes, Sam of course, was still worried about the so-called "Winchester curse" but you were right. Right now, you and him together kissing in the Bunker was the only thing that mattered. He gently pushed your hair behind your ear with one hand while the other one cradled your face. You were the first to pull back, and you just smiled at him. This was not what you expected to happen for Christmas this year, and by the look of it, neither did Sam, but you wouldn't have it other way. You and Sam had both gotten your ultimate Christmas gift that night; each other and that's all you both could have ever wanted.

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It's New Year's Day! Or almost at least

Alas, the year is coming to a close and what is more fun than a little celebration? Right, nothing.

So I invite you my dear fellow writers to this little fic exchange - it isn't hard, I promise!

But first and foremost, what does a party need? Good music of course. So that is the foregoing theme for this exchange - you pick a song around which the fic will be written (if you can't decide on one song here is my supernatural playlist and here my fluff writing playlist)

What is a fic exchange? - exactly what the name says! You write a fic for someone and in return someone else writes a fic for you! (It's a little like secret Santa if that helps)

Below is the form to fill out and I'll get you matched up!

Form

Rules/guide:

This event is aimed at the Supernatural and Stranger Things fandoms

As for not to spoil the fun, I'd ask you to not let them know that you're writing their request until the day you post

Signups until 26th November 2022 (I will send out the requests the same day)

Posting day is 31st December 2022

Please for the sake of easy access, use the tag #katsnewyearsficexchange2022 so that I'll be able to find and reblog your work

Please stick to the X Reader format on this one

For further questions my ask box is open of course!

Tagging some mutuals/people who might be interested: @immrbrightsideeee @natti-ice @fandomfoodiedancer @meadowscarlet @ohwowimlonley @justagirlinafandomworld @fallingintolife @trexrambling @maddiebwrites

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Dear old reader is much stronger than i am - i would've probably shot that smug asshole on sight or turned into a puddle on the ground, no in between

But since I'm safely hiding behind my phone screen i can admit that i am in fact a puddle of goo on the ground, thank you very much - just the thought of Dean bracketing you with his arms, leaning over you- Jesus Christ megs!!

Whew

Loved it!! (Obviously)

DEAD OR ALIVE - dean winchester

Hey hey! This was for @fluffiest-dreams ‘s new years secret Santa thing that I was supposed to post literally TWO MONTHS ago but uhh loads of stuff happened

Anyways I hate literally this whole thing and the ending is really bad so I’m v v sorry

So anyways! This is my official entry or @immrbrightsideeee based on the song Dead Or Alive by Bon Jovi <3

Warnings - typical spn content, smutty mentions, fem!reader, Dean Winchester is a big flirt

Word count - 1104

Dean Winchester is a wanted man. There’s no question about that. It’s very apparent that the man is no saint, everyone’s seen it on the news. The list goes on for crimes he’s committed: arson, murder, assault, grave dessicration; every strange offense one can imagine, Dean Winchester has done them all.

By no means does that mean he’s a scary man. His smile lights up a room with the smallest of efforts. It’s easy to see why a man with such beauty can charm his way out of precinct after precinct with nothing but a grin and a wink.

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You wish you could say you weren’t amused by his antics when he strolled into your bullpen, hands cuffed in front of him, fingers curled into fists and blood steadily dribbling down his chin. His brother, Sam, wasn’t too far behind, though he seemed less confident with his head hung and hair shielding his face. Dean was brought straight into your office, with a nod from your sergeant and a playful blown kiss from Dean.

“Leave him with me, Sarge. Have the paperwork for the other one on my desk as soon as,” you waved a hand in dismissal at the man, who backed out of the room with a ‘yes, ma’am’ and a glare to your perp.

“‘The other one’? Yikes, what did poor Sammy ever do to you?” The older Winchester seats himself in the armchair across from your desk without asking permission, grinning up at you and ignoring the unwavering stream of blood now staining his already red flannel.

“You’re a wanted man, Mr Winchester,” you ignore his jab, thankful that you can control yourself enough to stem the blush threatening your cheeks.

“I’ve noticed,” he raises his chained wrists with a smug smile, jingling the metal together until you give him a warning glare.

You cross your arms and lean them on the deep mahogany of your desk. Dean mirrors you. You raise an eyebrow, “mister Winchester, I feel like I should inform you that the only way you’re getting out of this station with your brother tonight is by telling me the whole truth,”

“Oh yeah? Well, sweetheart, since you’re so well informed about me an’ Sammy, you know that your little dog crates don’t tend to keep us locked up too long,” he shuffles forwards, leans his bound hands on the thick wood of your desk, and gives you a pathetic excuse for a death glare.

“Oh, I get it Dean. You escape every time someone puts you somewhere you don’t like,” you push his restrained hands from your table with a metal ruler, hoping to save the, as of yet, untarnished grains of wood from his blood, “which is why I’m not locking you up,”

“Say what now?” He blinks rapidly, not quite believing what he’s heard, “so I-”

“Oh, you’re not off the hook or anything. You’re still a fugitive from the law, and every police precinct and FBI agent in the country is after you. But,” you lean in close, your breath mixing with his. Dean’s eyes flutter shut, briefly, before snapping them open again, “if you give me some information, I can help you disappear,”

“What information ‘you looking for?” He put his elbows back onto your desk, presenting his wrists to you as you reach for your loop of keys to unchain him. He rubs at his wrists as the cuffs clatter to the desk with a metallic clang.

With his wrists free, Dean rises from his chair and circles round your office, settling down behind you with his arms on either side of your body, chin just above your shoulder as he peers at your laptop. You try your best not to shudder as his breath caresses you exposed neck, holding in your own breath and forcing yourself to behave, “well, from the inventory I took of your car, you are quite the expert on weapons,”

“Guess you could say that,” you can practically feel his grin from behind you. You click on and off a few tabs, bringing up a grotesque image of one of your recent murder investigation.

“So, tell me what did that,” you tap a fingernail on your screen, crane your neck to catch a glimpse of the man standing above you. With his advanced height, all you can see is the underside of his stubbled chin, the rivulets of blood sliding down his neck, down his collarbones, dipping under his shirt, down to his-

“That’s no gun, miss thing,” he looks down at you, unsurprised to see how you’re already staring at you, “that’s no ordinary weapon. See that there?”

He leans in closer, blanketing his hand over yours, on top of your mouse so he can zoom in on the image. He doesn’t smell like you thought he would, not like cigarettes or dead bodies, or like he’d been drowned in moonshine. He smells surprisingly pleasant, motel shampoo that isn’t all bad, spearmint toothpaste that’s smeared on his shirt collar, worn leather, and a hint of whiskey on his breath.

“Mmm,” you nod dumbly, not quite paying attention to whatever he’s explaining. Your ears feel as if they’re filled with cotton while he speaks, the low rumble of his voice has you clenching your thighs shut and rubbing your lips together. Dean must sense something, because he lowers his chin even further, turning his head and letting his lips brush against your ear as he whispers.

“If you’re gonna be staring at me until I give you some attention,” his breath coaxes goosebumps to rise up all over your body, “would you at least undo a few of those buttons on your blouse so I get a good view?”

“Ex- excuse me?” The authority in your voice falters as you meet his gaze, causing him to smile even deeper. He leans even closer to you this time, tongue flicking against your earlobe with every movement of his lips.

“C’mon, babygirl, I can tell that you want me,” his hand, surprisingly gentle despite himself, sets itself on the small of your back, thumb stroking back and forth over your sensitive skin.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you insist, leaning into his touch nevertheless, biting your lip to contain a whimper as his calloused fingers dip past the hemline of your jeans, tugging on the lace borders of your panties.

“You don’t?” His hand ventured further, fingers scooping through your lips before pulling back and revealing them to you. Strings of arousal connected his fingers together, steadily dripping down onto his awaiting palm, “what’s all this for then?”

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Hello! It's the last day of the year - which means, today is the day to post the exchange fics!!

I hope you're as excited as i am :)

Of course, I'll reblog them here

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Hi! For the people participating in the new year's exchange, this is a gentle reminder that you've got two weeks to go for your fics

Nothing pressuring i hope, just wanted to keep track of the timeline for you guys (I tend to miss those kinda "deadlines" so I thought I'd pop in to say something)

If you've encountered any problems or need some help, I'm here of course :)

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That was beautiful!!!

I love how expressive you are with their emotions - it all felt really natural (and may be making me cry)

And how they leant on each other!

Loved it💕

Shake it Out

Summary: During a hard night for you and Sam, you find a way to let go

A/N: I hope this is ok, it doesn’t touch too much on mental health, just enough to be mentionable here, and I really hope @fallingintolife likes it as this is for their secret santa fic exchange through @fluffiest-dreams ! <3

Weiterlesen

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SCARLET YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO MY HEART❤️❤️

i think i just died from all the sugary sweetness i love it so so much!!

“Hey, enough of that. I can scrub up real nice and I'm sure you're gonna appreciate it later.” he said with a wink.

Oh i will, trust me (also i might be dying from laughter? This is so in character aaah)

Life in (rose) pink

Dean Winchester x gender neutral reader

Summary: Dean takes the reader on a romantic trip to the city of love

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff and complete cliche

Word Count: 747

Author's Note: I am way too excited to see 747 with my writing!! Anyway, this is based on the song La Vie En Rose and for a fic exchange planned by the wonderful @fluffiest-dreams and written for @ohwowimlonley. I hope this is OK and you like it!!!

Your boyfriend was many things. An idiot. A warrior. Smart and kind yet ruthless. A hunter. There were only 2 things that could scare Dean Winchester; losing the ones he loves, and planes. It was because of this fact that you never expected your birthday present to be a romantic getaway to Paris, via Dean's Mighty Enemy the Plane.

Now, as you face-plant on the world's comfiest hotel bed in the city of love, you can't think of anyone you adore more.

“Dean??” you called out to your boyfriend.

“Yeah, gorgeous?” he asked from beside you, making you jolt. When did he get on the bed? It didn't matter, because now you were shuffling into him for a cuddle and a quick nap to cure any jetlag.

“I love you so much. Thanks for this.”

Dean's smile was soft, eyes warm. “Anytime, sweetheart.”

“Babe, wake up, it's time for another part of your present.”

“Ugh, I never wanna leave this bed.” You grumbled, snuggling into the be further.

“Not even to have dinner at the Eiffel tower?” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“No.” you said softly. “You didn't.”

Dean's smug smirk was all you needed.

You lept at him faster than light, nearly knocking him over with a massive hug.

“I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!!!” you screamed, Dean wincing at the high pitch in his ear.

“I love you too. C'mon, let's get dressed.”

You gave Dean a cheeky smile.

“Uh-huh. You. Mr. Flannel. Are going to change. Are you putting on your best clean t shirt?” you teased.

“Hey, enough of that. I can scrub up real nice and I'm sure you're gonna appreciate it later.” he said with a wink.

By the time you arrived at the restaurant, you were blown away. It was like something out of a dream. The sky was a orange glow as the sun gave way to the moon. The air was perfect with a gentle breeze, sweeping at your skirt gently. You wore your favourite dress, set aside for special occasions, and Dean wore a tuxedo, scrubbing up nice as promised. You could barely keep your eyes off each other.

Ever the gentle man, when you got to your table, Dean pulled out your chair for you before sitting himself. You'd never seen such a strong man so soft before, and it warmed your heart.

After your dinner was eaten, and the bottle of champagne three quarters gone, Dean took your hands and looked you deep in the eyes.

“I don't think I tell you this enough, darlin', but I love you. With all my heart.”

“Dean, I-”

“Just, let me talk for a minute, OK, love?”

You nodded.

“We both know what I do for a living. And I know that neither of us have had good examples of this or anything, but I don't know, I was just thinking, maybe... No, I'm just gonna say it. I fucking love you, Y/N. I don't see a world without you in it and I don't ever want to. I just wanna stay us, forever. So.”

At that moment you realised which song was playing. La Vie En Rose. Your favourite. Dean must have asked the live band to play it, it was too much of a coincidence.

And then Dean was standing, slowly walking to your side.

“I know, I'm a walking cliché, taking you to Paris to ask this, but I remember you once telling me, that if you ever get engaged, you wanted something classic. I hope this is OK. And I know that we haven't really talked about it seriously before, so if the answers no, I understand. I'm perfectly happy just seeing life through the rose coloured glasses of your life. Just like this cheese-ball song.”

Your laugh soothed Dean, and after a deep breath, he got down on one knee.

“Will you do me the honour of marrying me, Y/N?”

You could see the fear in his eyes, but you had nothing but love in your own. You were speechless, all you could do was nod before screeching a small “yes!!” at the love of your life.

Dean put the ring on your finger gently, and then pulled you out of your chair to not only kiss you, but dip you first. You laughed and smiled onto his lips as the world faded away.

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The pining!! Dean as kinda matchmaker!! All the feels!!

Sam is so thoughtful and honestly, i would have started crying as well and it's so sweet and aaah💕

Loved it sweetheart <3

All I Want For Christmas Is You

A/N: Hi there! So this is the fic I wrote for the fluffiest-dreams New Year's Fic Exchange! The person I got to write for is: @fandomfoodiedancer ! The song prompt that they chose was "All I Want For Christmas Is You" by Mariah Carey. I decided to go with the Sam Winchester x reader pairing because I just love Sam. I hope that you really enjoy this piece. ♥️ This is my first time putting my writing out here on Tumblr so I really hope you enjoy it. ♥️ Happy New Year! 🎊🥂🎇

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2,411

Summary: You were severely injured after a hunt gone wrong which happened right before Christmas which was your favorite holiday. So Sam, being the sweetest person ever, decided to decorate for you and maybe also finally admit his true feelings...

Warnings: Fluffy-fluff-fluff!, with just a little angst thrown in for good measure..., Loss of family mentioned but no details on what happened

Dean: Just pulled into the Bat Cave. You have 5 minutes.

Any other time, Sam definitely would have rolled his eyes at Dean referring to the Bunker as the Bat Cave, but not today. Today you were coming home from the hospital after being there for a week because of a hunt gone wrong. You were lucky to even be alive, more or less only escaping with a broken leg, dislocated shoulder, and a variety of bruises, as well as cuts spread all around your body. Today was also Christmas; your favorite holiday, which you had been looking forward to since you moved into the Bunker ten months ago.

You already had planned out all the activities leading up to Christmas. You knew Christmas was a sore spot for the boys because of their past experiences aka their dad never being around for it and, of course, the one with the ghouls, where they thought it was Dean's last Christmas because he was going to Hell. So could you really blame them for not exactly loving Christmas? Of course not.

Instead, you decided to show them what Christmas could and should be like. You wanted to show them it could be magical and happy, not just full of hunting and sad memories. You wanted to help them make new ones, happier ones. If anybody deserved to be happy, it was the Winchesters.

At first they weren't quite sold on it but after baking cookies, having some hot chocolate and eggnog (that Sam was not allowed to make, because that shit would knock anyone on their ass), and singing obnoxiously loud to Christmas music, the boys found out that they didn't find it all that awful after all. The only thing that bothered Sam was that he didn't know what to give you for Christmas. I mean, he knew what he wanted, but that couldn't happen, so it didn't matter. Sam had liked you since you both had met a year and a half ago. He wouldn't act on it though because he didn't want you thrown into the chaos that was him and Dean's life. Nothing good ever came over of anyone getting close to him. He didn't want to see you get hurt or worse…

However, two weeks ago, after he almost lost you? That gave him a lot to think about. And the only thing that continued to repeat in his head was that he couldn't lose you; he wouldn't lose you. He loved you and he was going to tell you that tonight. No more denying it.

Which was why Sam was currently trying to quickly finish the last of the decorating before you came inside. He knew how much Christmas meant to you, so he was trying to finish all the decorating that you had planned, but never got to do because you were in the hospital. Placing his reindeer antlers on his head, he quickly hit a random Christmas playlist when he heard the door open at the top of the stairs of the Bunker.

"Dean, seriously? Do you really think this is necessary?" You asked him with a roll of your eyes as he carried you in bridal style.

"Uh yeah, sweetheart, I do. You realize you're in a full leg cast, right?" He raised an eyebrow at you as his eyes followed the purple cast on your right leg that went from your toes to your upper thigh. His eyes then went straight to the black sling that you were currently sporting for your right shoulder that you had dislocated. You wanted to have some amazing comeback, but your brain was still a little fuzzy from the painkillers you were on. So instead, you just let out a huff and pouted. Dean rolled his eyes at you but immediately grinned when he saw all the decorations Sam had put up around the Bunker. He smirked and winked at Sam, which Sam in return gave him his classic bitch face.

He had to give it to Sammy. He really had gone all out with the decorations. It wasn't a secret that Sam liked you; at least not to Dean. One, because Sam hadn't stopped talking about you since they had met you about a year and a half ago now. When Dean had asked Sam about when he was going to finally grow some balls and ask you out was when he told Dean that he couldn't be with you because that would be like signing your death certificate. Which, of course, killed Dean because he wanted Sam to be happy, but he also understood where he was coming from. Nothing good ever happened to anyone who was involved with them. Two, because you also talked to Dean about how much you liked Sam but that you were trying to understand where Sam was coming, which again, broke Dean's heart because shit, you also deserved to be happy and as much as he hated to admit it, you and Sam together were too damn cute.

So when Sam had asked Dean if he could pick you up from the hospital, instead of him because he wanted to surprise you? Dean immediately accepted, hoping that Sam would finally tell you how he felt because Dean was getting sick of watching your chick flick play out but… since he had watched it play out this far then he would at least wait long enough to see the happy ending. I mean, every chick flick had a happy ending. (Of course Dean didn't know this because he liked to watch them. Oh no no, most definitely not…) And you two? You two definitely deserved to be happy. So if Dean had to help play matchmaker with the two of you, then so be it. A few seconds after pouting, you lifted your head up from Dean's shoulder and that's when you saw the Bunker covered in Christmas decorations, exactly how you imagined and talked about.

"Wow." Was the only word that left your mouth as you looked around and took everything in. They set a tree up in the corner of the Dean cave, accompanied by multicolored lights wrapped around it with what looked like some ornaments on it. Little reindeer sat on the research table in the library, as well as other Christmas themed knick-knacks were also scattered around the Bunker. To your surprise, they had even put some garlands on the banister going down the staircase. When Dean had gotten to the bottom of the stairs with you, (which to be honest you hadn't noticed that he had moved in the first place…) was when you saw Sam nervously looking at you, wearing reindeer antlers adorned with Christmas lights and they actually lit up!

"Hey… uh, Merry Christmas." Sam chuckled as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yeah… um yeah! Merry- Merry Christmas! Sam, did you… did you do all this? You didn't have to, you know, I know that this isn't exactly your favorite thing…" You looked around more as you spoke softly to Sam, taking in all the decorations. Sam shrugged nonchalantly.

"I know, but I don't hate it and… it makes you happy, so… it makes me happy too. I mean, I think I did pretty good! You haven't even seen the Dean cave yet." He smiled gently at you, which helped you relax.

"Okay, well, come on Deano, take me to your Dean cave, then." Dean rolled his eyes as you smirked at him.

"Yeah, yeah okay." You relaxed against Dean as he carried you into the Dean Cave, following behind Sam.

You took in all the different decorations that Sam had put up just for you; it seemed. Which should have made you happy. I mean, Sam had done this for you! He had remembered how much Christmas meant to you and he had decorated it with things that you had from when you were younger. Part of you was happy, really happy and the other part of you… well, the other part was sad. Sam had made it clear that you and him being together was not at all a possibility. It had hurt at first, of course, but you had convinced yourself that as long as you still got to be in his life that it would be okay to just be friends with him. Fake it 'til ya make it, right? Which was always somewhat hard, but right now? It was almost impossible to just be okay with only being friends with him.

When you had met the Winchester's almost a year and a half ago, you were immediately drawn to Sam. You had just lost your family and Sam was the one who would stay up with you and listen to you talk about them. He'd let you cry if you needed to cry or scream if you needed to scream. He let you know it was okay to feel what you were feeling, and that he was there for you. He never judged you. He was just there. Sam understood you like no one else ever had and you felt you understood him just as well. After the first year of knowing him was when you decided to finally tell Sam that you liked him, honestly you loved him… but as soon as you talked about how much he meant to you, you saw his body language change. He had immediately tensed. When you thought it was because he didn't like you and then quickly freaked out, he told you about the "Winchester curse", explaining that everyone he had been with had died. You didn't care, but you could tell he would not change his mind, so you tried to respect it, push down your feelings. And it was working too until he decided to be his adorable, thoughtful self and decorate the Bunker just like you had said you would.

Before you knew it, Dean had already placed you on the couch and was mumbling about getting a beer, and then disappeared into the kitchen. Sam was grabbing a Christmas blanket with penguins and snowflakes on it, (where the hell did they come from?) to put on top of you. He then placed your favorite Christmas mug on the TV tray in front of you, accompanied by an assortment of Christmas cookies, which you could tell both of the boys had decorated.

"I thought we could watch your favorite Christmas movie while you had some hot chocolate and cookies. If you want! I just know that's something that you talked about, but whatever you want to do." All you could do was stare at him. Sam was right, you had talked about it. That was a tradition that you had always done with your family. And he remembered. Sam remembered.

Sam watched you anxiously, waiting for you to say something or honestly just stop staring at him… but you did what he would call his worst-case scenario; you started crying. Shit, shit, shit. This was bad, this was really bad. He thought he had been doing a thoughtful thing, but apparently he somehow had upset you. He kneeled down next to you, throwing off his antlers, and placing his hand gently on your face, wiping away your tears.

"Hey, hey, hey. Y/N, it's okay shhh. I'm sorry honey, I'm so sorry. I… I was trying to do something nice because I know how much this day means to you and I… I'm sorry I screwed it up. I'm so sorry. Please Y/N, don't cry…" He continued to wipe away your tears when you suddenly stopped and stared at him, confused.

"Wait… you think I'm upset that you did this for me?" Sam nodded slowly, now also confused.

"Well, yeah… I mean, you're crying…"

"Yeah! Because… because you're so confusing!" You let out a sigh of frustration, quickly wiping away your tears with your left hand, as Sam just looked at you, dumbfounded. What the hell was happening right now? How was he the confusing one?

"Dammit Sam. I'm not upset about the decorations or the cookies or the hot chocolate. I'm… it was just so thoughtful because you actually listened and remembered what I had talked about." Sam nodded, still kneeling in front of you.

"Well, yeah, of course. I know how much Christmas means to you and I know it was going to be hard not having your family here and you didn't even get to do most of the things you normally did." You couldn't help but roll your eyes at him and smile.

"Exactly. You've always been so thoughtful, Sam, and I just… I-I really care about you… Look, I know you're scared, okay? And I know you think us being together is dangerous, but I don't care. I love you, Sam. I've loved you for a long time and I just… I can't-no, I won't pretend anymore. I lost my whole family, and I didn't get the chance to tell them how much I loved them. But you're still here and so am I, by some miracle. So you know what? Screw it! Because if the universe wants to come after me for loving you, Sam Winchester, then so be it because I'm done pretending." With that, you leaned into Sam and kissed him and God, was it a good kiss.

Sam was speechless, I mean elated about what had just happened, because truth be told, he did not see it going that way… However when it finally registered in his mind that you were indeed kissing him and that you had just told him you were also in love with him was when he just let go and soaked in the moment. Yes, Sam of course, was still worried about the so-called "Winchester curse" but you were right. Right now, you and him together kissing in the Bunker was the only thing that mattered. He gently pushed your hair behind your ear with one hand while the other one cradled your face. You were the first to pull back, and you just smiled at him. This was not what you expected to happen for Christmas this year, and by the look of it, neither did Sam, but you wouldn't have it other way. You and Sam had both gotten your ultimate Christmas gift that night; each other and that's all you both could have ever wanted.