#the hot dog shirt belongs to sans but he stole it

[wizard-laundry]

he’s a runner he’s a track star

[Image ID: Three depictions of Papyrus from Undertale wearing various crop tops with running gear. He is doing stretches in preparation for his run. End ID.]

[babygirlkiki1016]

Imagine:

Dean and Sam are on there way to the bar where you had to been drinking, but find something dark on the way..then a few months later, they never expected this.

Part 1

Y/n's Pov-

"Y/n?..." Sam muttered, shaking his head like he couldn't believe I was there. He ran over, dropping his stuff and embraced me in a hug, sobbing into my shoulder. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"

"...Hey shh...it's ok I promise it's ok...Dean? You wanna join us?" I smile, he had just been staring at me, like he didn't know either to hug me or not move. I reach out my hand, inviting him into the hug me and San were having. Immediately he rushed over and hugged me, kissing my cheek. I smiled at the two men who had there arms around me, I felt safe once again. "Sorry I smell like death." I joked and the both of them laughed, pulling back.

"..How are you alive?.."

"I don't know, Cass?" I turn to Cass, who was smiling.

"I found a way to bring her back, her soul wasn't in heaven or hell."

"Then where was it?"

"That's the thing, your soul was connected to an object. A ring on this man, so I stole it and replaced it back into you body...hoping it would bring you back."

"Well I'm guessing it worked cause I'm standing here. Now if you excuse me, I'm going to take a shower. Which I uh...hate to ask this but I might need some help with getting my back considering I'm covered in, well about everything that has to do with a dead body...any volunteers?" The three boys looked at each other, not knowing what to say. I guess they never expected me to ask this.

"I'll do it." Sam nervously muttered, I nodded and grabbed his hand, dragging him to my room. When I entered I saw my bed all messed up and not made. That's weird I thought, I always make my bed in the morning. Then I knew, Sam's flannel on the edge of the bed along with a pair of pants. Slowly turning to Sammy, who was bright red, I give him a sad look.

"...Have you been sleeping in my bed?" Not looking at me he nods, his cheeks turning even redder. "Oh...Sammy..." I caress his cheek, closing his eyes, he leans into my touch, smiling as he felt the touch of my hand.

However when I pulled it away, he frowned, like he didn't want to lose the feeling. I walk into the bathroom and look in the mirror, before I could make a corny joke I spot the blood. The stab wounds that had been placed on me.

I look down and touch my shirt, to see if maybe the wounds were still bleeding, but all I could focus on was the blood on my hands....

Flashback: 10 months ago

I stood there waiting on the edge of the beach house bar, waiting eagerly for Sam and Dean to pick me up. Tonight was the night, I had it all planned out, even Dean helped me. We decided I'd go to the bar and pretend to be drinking there but really it was a plan to ask out Sam. I'd tell him to come to the balcony, and ask him right there, while moonlight showered us. Hopefully he would say yes, but there's no telling.

"And what is a pretty lady like you doing here all by yourself?" A dark voice asked, I look over to see a drunk red head man checking me out. It was Carlton Mathews, one of the rich men in the city. I remember him because we questioned him about the murders, turned out it was just vampires.

"Just waiting for someone." I responded and turned my gaze back to the sea, smelling the salty air.

"Well maybe me an you could have some fun.." He steps closer, I could feel his hot breath against my neck. Politely I refused by stepping a foot away.

"I'm sorry I have my eye on someone else." That didn't stop him, he got closer once again, grabbing my wrist harshly.

"He can't treat you like I can, he can't fuck you like I ca-" I pushed him back.

"Keep your hands to yourself!" I turn to walk away but he turns me around and a sharp pain goes through my stomach. He stabbed me once, twice, three times, blood drooled out of my mouth and onto my shirt.

"So you thought it was Vampires killing the people in this town? No no sweetheart, it was me, a warlock. You see, I need pure souls for my spell to work and well there's only ten purest souls in the world that I need. Which yours is one of them..." He leans closer and whispers in my ear, "Sorry not sorry..." Now this part I don't understand, he pulled out what looked like a cigar and pressed it down on my skin while chanting Latin, a language I was never able to learn. When he was done, he threw my body over the railing and I plunged into the water. I desperately tried to go up for air but I couldn't the waves by the balcony were to strong. Swim with them, swim with the waves in order to reach the shore, that's what Sam had told me once. Luckily the shore was nearby so I was able to swim to it just like Sam said. I stepped out of the water, with blood travelling down my body and my wounds burning from the salt. I pulled out my phone, which thank god for the water proof case, and started texting Sam to hurry. I didn't get to send it, because when I looked up, there were more men. They beat, stabbed and battered me till I was dead, till I took my last breath...

"Y/n?.." Sam waved his hand over my face, trying to get my attention. I snapped back to reality, his face showed worry, he knew I was thinking about what happened. "C'mon...let's get you cleaned up." I nodded and started to strip, not caring if Sam was watching. I don't think he cared either because he helped me out of my bloody clothes. When I was naked, Sam helped me step into the shower as he turned on the hot water. I stood there, enjoying the feeling of the water run down my skin, the feeling of becoming cleaner by the second. The feeling of Sam's hand wondering up and down my back as he stepped into the shower, naked along with me. After he helped me clean up, dirt, blood and now dead worms down the drain, he began massaging my muscles. I moaned in pleasure as he massaged my shoulders, back, sliding his hands down my stomach as he stepped closer. His chest touching my back as he stopped when he got down to my lower region, I turned around to see him bright red once again. I guided his hand further down my body, down to my thigh as I pulled him closer. Kissing his lips, he lifted my thigh and I hooked it around his hip.

One hand was placed against the wall as his soft lips touched my chapped ones. The water running down his back as he hovered over me, covering me with his body. My hands traced his muscles, up his chest and to his hair, where I tugged and pulled. His hand that was frequently pressed against the wall, made it's way to my other thigh, lifting me up so my back was against the wall as his hands were holding me up. His chest touched mine, making me crave more, wanting more. I pulled back for air, his forehead rested against mine.

"Sammy...I wanted to tell you the night that I...you know...I wanted to tell you that I..I love you.." He stared into my e/c eyes with list over coming his. Immediately his lips attacked my neck, making me moan as he sucked and nibbled at the skin. Roughly his hands gripped my hips tighter, possibly causing a bruise but I didn't care. With in hand holding me up, he lined himself with my entrance but first looked at me in reassurance. I nodded and he slowly slid into me, making my walls stretch at his size. Both of us cursing a long string of profanities. He moved his hips against mine, our skin making the tiniest bit of sound as they slapped together. Over time he went faster and harder, I screamed his name, digging my nails into his back.

"F-Fuck Sam..." He grunted as he went faster, making me closer to the edge. "Sammy! I'm close!"

"M-Me to-Oh fuck!" He growled, and he cummed inside of me, neither of us paying attention to that fact.

-Time Skip (Cause I'm tired)-

I dried my hair with the white towel Sam had provided for me. His hair already magically dry as he walked in with the pair of clothes that had been on my bed.

"Here." He said as he handed me a pair of my old lingerie and long sleeve shirt that belonged to him.

"Thanks.." I take them from him and begin to put them on as his eyes never leave my body. It turns out they packed most of my stuff and put it in storage, which I'm glad they didn't throw it away.

When I was done, I look up at Sam who had those puppy dog eyes. He was now sitting on the bed, his hands running through his hair.

"...You ok Sammy?" I walk closer to him, he nods but looks away, biting his lip to keep him from sobbing. I wrap my arms around him while rubbing his back. He immediately responded by pulling me closer, never letting go, cause he was afraid I'd disappear.

"Sammy it's not your fault." I stroke his hair, while kissing the top of his head.

"I should've been there...I-I..." He cried, he lifted his head "I lost you...I lost you Y/n..all because you wanted to tell me you loved me...the reason I've been sleeping in your bed was because I wanted to smell you. To remember your scent because I had begun to forget it. I forgot how your voice sounded, how you smelled, the only thing I could remember was the cold dead stare that you had in your face when we found you...I couldn't do it Y/n..I couldn't cope with the fact that you were gone..I can't lose you again..." I was shocked, I've never seen Sam this vulnerable before. Well I have, but that was when Dean went to hell. I slowly place my legs on either side of his, straddling his waist and kiss him.

"I'm here, Sam. I'm here...and I never plan on leaving you again."

Part 3 will be posted within the week. So stay tuned for the next chapter.

Part 1