#sam winchester fandom

[samuelsdean]

Next To You

pairing: sam winchester x reader

summary: waking up next to sam was your favorite thing in the world.

genre: fluff

word count: 1.4k

author's notes: i would very much love to wake up next to sam don't y'all think so? i literally wrote this because i think t'd feel so good to be hugged by him the entire night and wake up to him first thing in the morning.

WAKING UP NEXT TO SAM WAS PROBABLY YOUR FAVORITE THING IN THE WORLD. IT WAS YOUR REFUGE, A SANCTUARY FROM THE WORLD'S HARSH EDGES. It was a reminder that each day is another day you get to spend the rest of your life with the love of your life.

You loved waking up next to Sam because his warmth radiated like your favorite hoodie, chasing away the remnants of a cool summer night. Tucked into the space between his jaw and chest, you could feel the steady rise and fall of his breath, his arms encasing you.

Slowly, you untangled yourself from his embrace, careful not to disturb his sleep. The light of dawn peeked through the window, painting a golden sheen across Sam's face. His brow furrowed slightly, a crease etched between his eyes, usually reserved for facing down monsters, but right now, it softened with sleep, replaced by the slight ajar of his lips.  

Watching Sam sleep had you going through your memories in a flash—the way he surprised you with your favorite flowers, after being gone from a hunt, a shy smile gracing his features as he laid a gentle kiss on your reddened cheeks. You smiled wistfully when you recalled how Sam confessed to you his feelings the night he had gotten home from a hunt that went on too long and could've gone sideways.

The motel room door creaked open, revealing a battered Sam Winchester. Dried blood stained the sleeve of his jacket and he was sporting a nasty gash on his right cheek, a grim souvenir from the hunt gone south.

Exhaustion hung heavy around him, a storm cloud threatening to unleash the floodgates of aches and pains. He wanted to go to sleep as soon as he stepped inside the dank motel room, but the tiny flicker of light beneath the door held him captive.

There you were, bathed in the warm glow of a lamp, hands wringing together and brows crimped in worry. Sam seemed to forget all about sleep when he saw you. He has never yearned for anything the way he has right now with the sight of you, his relic of normalcy in his chaotic world. He pushed the door open further, the sound jarring in the silence.

You looked up, surprise giving way to relief. "Sam! Thank goodness you're alright. I was worried sick after you've been gone for so long."

A weak smile formed on his lips. "We got them. Nasty ghouls took longer than expected." He shuffled closer, the weight of the hunt pulling at him. He could feel the warmth radiating from the room, a stark contrast to the bone-chilling night he'd endured.

You stood up and reached out, your hand brushing against his cheek. The touch, even through the grime, sent a jolt through him. It was a simple gesture, yet it held the power to ground him, to remind him of what he was fighting for—what he was going home to.

"You look like hell," you said, your voice laced with concern. "Go wash up, then I'll get you something to eat. There's a diner near here, open 24/7 apparently, Bobby told me on the phone earlier, bless his gruff soul."

He allowed himself to be ushered towards the bathroom, crumpling onto the tub with a groan. As the hot water washed away the grime and fatigue, something else started to wash over him. It was the weight of his unspoken feelings, a truth he could no longer keep buried.

He emerged from the bathroom, a fresh towel wrapped around his hair. You were already by the table, a steaming cup of coffee and grub waiting for him. He caught your gaze, the way your eyes held a warmth that chased away the chills of the hunt.

"Listen," Sam began, his voice thick with emotion. You tilted your head in confusion as to what he was trying to say. "This life… it's not easy. It's dangerous, messy, and frankly, it terrifies me sometimes."

He took a deep breath, his eyes locking with yours. "But then I come back here, see you… and suddenly, facing it all over again, well, it doesn't seem so bad. It feels… bearable."

A blush crept up your neck, mirroring the heat rising in his own. You opened your mouth to speak, but he pressed on.

"I know this is crazy," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "But, I can't keep it in anymore. I… I care about you. A lot more than a friend."

The silence stretched, heavy with anticipation. He braced himself for a rejection, the fear of a cold fist squeezing his heart. Then, you reached out, your hand gently cupping his cheek.

"Sam," you said, your voice soft, "you're not the only one who feels that way."

Relief flooded him, warm and exhilarating. A hesitant smile spread across his face. "Really?"

You nodded, your eyes sparkling. "For a long time, actually."

He leaned in, the space between them collapsing in a rush. The kiss was soft, a tentative exploration of your unspoken feelings toward each other. But within it, there was a spark, a promise of something deeper. He pulled back, his forehead resting against yours, a newfound warmth radiating from within.

"So," he whispered, a grin tugging at his lips, "does this mean I get to keep bothering you for a while longer?"

You chuckled, a sound that filled the room with a melody of hope. "Looks like you're stuck with me, Winchester. Now, about that coffee…"

He pulled you close, the scent of coffee and the lingering warmth from the confession clinging to the air.  

Yes, in the face of whatever darkness awaited, this peaceful moment with Sam was a treasure. You leaned in, brushing a kiss against his cheek, a silent promise whispered against his lips, "I'll wake you soon, pretty boy."

The sunlight, bolder now, sliced through the gap in the curtains, landing right on Sam's eyelids. He let out a soft groan, sleep fading as he blinked the light away. Unlike you, mornings weren't exactly his best friend. For a moment, his eyes fluttered closed again, then snapped open, a glimmer of surprise crossing his face when he realized you weren't there.

"Morning, baby," he mumbled, his voice rough with sleep. He reached out instinctively, his hand brushing against the empty space where you'd been. A frown tugged at his lips for a brief moment before it softened into a smile as he spotted you by the window.

You were turned away from him, busy reading a paperback. The rising sun cast an ethereal glow around you, highlighting the way your hair seemed to catch fire with golden light. A shiver danced down Sam's spine, a mix of the cool morning air and the unexpected sight before him.

"Hey there, Sleepyhead," you said over your shoulder, your voice laced with amusement as you turned back to face him. "You look like you could use some more shut-eye."

He stretched languidly, the movement sending a groan escaping his lips. "Nah, I'm good. Just gotta get the lead out before Bobby gets impatient." He winced slightly, a reminder of the recent hunt probably still clinging to his muscles.

A playful glint lit up your eyes. "Lead out, huh? Sounds fancy. Did you polish your shoes too, Mr. Winchester?"

He chuckled, a low rumble that sent a warmth radiating through you. "Only the finest demon-blood repellent for this hunter, sweetheart." He reached for you, his hand warm and strong as he pulled you close, grinning at how easily he could make you laugh with his comebacks.

As you snuggled into his embrace, a comfortable silence settled between you. However, a shadow lingered in the back of your mind. The thought of Bobby calling usually meant trouble brewing. You decided to break the comfortable silence.

"Any whispers about what Bobby wants this time?" you asked, your voice soft.

Sam shook his head, his expression turning serious. "Not a peep. Knowing Bobby, it'll involve something nasty, a whole lot of rotgut, and probably a cryptic message scribbled on some random book." He paused, his gaze softening on you.

"But whatever it is," he continued, his voice low and reassuring, "we'll face it together. Like always."

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his cheek. "Always," you whispered the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air—together, no matter what the coming day brought.

[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

“And no, Jensen, not in key.”

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[casiskilled]

Castiel and dean

it’s kinda hard to tell that it’s dean but it’s supposed to represent heaven and hell, I was thinking of putting Crowley there but I prefer some destiel

[davilishuuu]

When your brother finally kisses his angel and you have to deal with them doing it all the f time

[lovealwayssay]

I want to watch Supernatural. Not the real Supernatural, but the secret fake Supernatural that lives in my head.

[funkytownwinchester]

SPN Gag reel - Dean opens Sam's beer

[reallyunluckyrunaway]

[inlovewhithafairytale]

POV: Dating Dean Winchester....

[morganaconda]

[kara-winchest3r]

When Heat Of The Moment or Carry on Wayward Son begins playing and you have nobody to freak out about it to

[redroses07]

off topic but i need him

[samuelsdean]

Boyfriend!Sam Winchester Headcanons

warning(s): NONE, this is just purely tooth-rotting fluff!

author’s notes: i literally wrote these at 3 am and had to pause every now & then bc i had to scream into my pillow with how cute sam is (look at him!!) i know he’ll do these things (i know him personally) because he’s the biggest softie. anyway, i’m done rambling! i hope you can see the vision, my vision! also tell me if you want me to write more of these because i will <3 just send me an ask!

- study dates !! he’s a giant nerd but you love him for it

- not a big fan of pda :( BUT whenever you’re out studying he sits beside you! why? so he could hold your hand underneath the table (he’s clingy like that)

- his puppy dog eyes… your #1 weakness especially when he’s super duper tired :( and is feeling needy for you he just shoots you THAT look and asks you to scratch his hair with matching eskimo kisses until he falls asleep with his face tucked in your neck (and before i forget he likes to smell your neck because you find it ticklish & it flusters you he likes seeing you blush)

- gives the best ! hugs ! he’s a giant so whenever he hugs you it’s like you’re being tucked into the most comfortable bed ever and when he hugs you likes putting his head on top of yours and kissing it too & THE BACK HUGS ARE PHENOMENAL even though he has to bend significantly to reach your shoulder (what can i say? the man’s huge) he does so :( and he places his head on top of your shoulder and kisses it or your neck

- he likes kissing your cheeks bc you turn beet red every single time and he thinks it’s cute and when he’s running late or something but you’re busy doing god knows what he just randomly pops in and kisses your cheek before saying bye and smirk with a matching squish of your reddened face

- KNOWS THE SIDEWALK RULE (duh) !!!! whenever you both are out & about and you’re busy rambling abt whatever to him he listens intently but is also very observant about where you are so when you both reach the street especially a busy one he just holds you by the shoulders moves you to the side and then wraps an arm around you then continues nodding at whatever you say it’s become second nature to you both that when you’re in the streets he’s next to the cars and you’re on the safe side of the sidewalk

[sammyshuntingbuddy]

[2sw]

I was kind of a lonely kid, Dean.

[davilishuuu]

Idk how to use this thing but I offer you some winchester siblings + transfem sam🏳️‍⚧️

[lovealwayssay]

Talking to my brother, who only knows Jensen Ackles from The Boys.

Me: I was dissapointed that they announced the Soldier Boy prequel before a Supernatural reboot.

My brother: Jensen would never do a Supernatural reboot. He's better than that now.

Me: You don't even know how wrong you are. There is no escape from Supernatural, especially for the Dean Winchester vessel himself.