Secret Fanfic Business

Sam wakes from the curse, and you’re right where he hoped you’d be.

Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean Word Count: 2K Warnings/Content: Written in Sam’s POV (1st person); fluff, light angst

My deep thanks to @inkiestdawn for her beta work and especially @kayteonline for tolerating my endless bugging about this, and for her amazing encouragement!  

Part 1,  Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, and from Part 6:

…Soothing fingers on my brow and cheek, tracing my features.  This is so nice. I can’t help thinking it aloud. “Couldn’t we stay for another hour or so?” “You’d get bored with yourself.”  Even Inner-Construct Y/N gets there a moment before me.  “You’d miss them too much.  And you’d feel the lie.” I really do know what’s best for me. “Yeah.  Tell me to wake up Y/N.  Give me something to come to.” She smiles and I say, to both of us, “Dean would never have shot me.” “Of course not.” That’s the smile I want, gentle and close and lovely. I so want that. “He’d have found a way to get to you, and bring you back.   So come on, you gotta try.” She presses her cheek against mine with a soothing nudge. “Focus on this voice.  You love this voice.  Wake up… Wake up, Sam… Y/N wants you to wake up…”

Taking a break in my birthday celebration (really, it’s just me sitting on my sofa, eating cake) to write this thing, inspired by Wardruna’s “UruR”. (Loosely translated, the lyrics are: I travelled in my mind/back to the ice that gave birth to me/feel the warmth of the breath that thawed me.)

You have a secret, one you’ve never known how to tell Sam and Dean, but suddenly they’re faced with it – what will they do when you attract a monster they’ve never heard of before?

Sam x reader

Please let me know what you think, and give me a shout if you want on – or off – my tag list.

Word count: 2477

“We’re awesome!” Dean offered you a high-five, and you slapped his hand with enthusiasm, relishing in the electrifying high that came with every successful hunt.

“Oh yes, we are! Tonight we really deserve an extra bottle of beer.” You took a step towards the car and your leg wobbled a bit, sending a familiar frost into your toes. Fuck! Not now. Not tonight! You’d planned to take advantage of that liquid courage and buzzing success to… Well, it didn’t matter now. You would be incapacitated for the next few days.

Hmmm. That’s odd. It works right on computer.

Here, try this link. I hope it works.

Thanks for liking chapter one enough to keep reading!!!

Pairings: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 3.9k (including lyrics)

Warnings: so much fluff it will give you cavities, a tiny, tiny, tiny bit of angst, swearing

A/N: This is my entry for @impalaimagining‘s 3k Followers Challenge/Sam Winchester Birthday Challenge! You don’t understand how much I giggled while writing this. It’s so fluffy you’re gonna die. The song I chose was No One by Alicia Keys, and the quote is in bold in the fic, so it is easy to find. Any and all mistakes are mine.

A/N/N: I wrote this while watching the Harry Potter weekend on Freeform, so that would be the reason for the references…

Song: No One: Alicia Keys

Quote: “There’s something about this girl that I can’t quite put my finger on.”

I just want you close Where you can stay forever You can be sure That it will only get better

You knew you were in for the long haul when you felt the butterflies fighting each other in your stomach whenever you saw Sam Winchester walk into a room.

Although, you technically couldn’t be in it for the long haul, considering you weren’t even dating him.

You were sitting in a dingy motel room on a thin and lumpy bed, trying to gather any information you could about the case.

You had been searching for over six hours, but you weren’t able to come up with anything.

“I’m telling you Dean,” Sam said as he burst through the door, “You really should start eating healthier. It’s much better than the awful bacon cheeseburgers you always eat.”

You didn’t miss the butterflies that were fighting a third world war in your stomach when Sam arrived.

Summary: Sam has this habit of distracting you every time he comes to visit. Working out more, forgetting to wear a shirt, you know the drill. But what happens when he finds a way to distract you when you’re in class as well?

Word Count: 5187 (got a little carried away. Not sorry at all)

Warnings: Implied smut. Sam Fucking Winchester (let’s be honest here, he is a warning all in himself)

A/N: @dancing-the-hellfire-rumba​‘s fic Sexy Bastard is the fic that started this whole thing. Seriously, as soon as I read her summary “Sam is a fucking tease, okay?” I knew that I was done for. I’ve been working on this for an entire week because it just had to be done. Also, perfect timing! Happy Birthday Sam Winchester, you tease!

“How about that homework last night?” Jonathan asked, sliding into his normal seat beside you.

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” Nelly groaned, turning in her chair to talk to you two. “Lil and I worked on it for six hours and we still don’t know if we did it right.”

“Right?” You agreed emphatically, getting war flashbacks to your battles with the case study and your excel spreadsheet. “I swear, we haven’t even learned half of the stuff it was asking us to do.”

Rhetta pushed her chair closer and you fought to hold back your eye-roll. Here comes her self-righteous, better-than-you speech. “Actually, we learned about the regression analysis last week, and it was just a hop, skip, and a jump to answering question five from there.”

How about you just hop, skip, and jump away from us?

I got this idea on my lunch break today, and I just had to write it down. Let me know what you think. As always it’s Sam fluff.

Also, let me know if you want to be added to my tag list: all, or just certain characters. Just drop me a line.

Word count: 780

You were hunched over the table, surrounded by mountains of books. Some were small, just the size of an average KitKat, others were huge and weighed as much as a fully-grown beagle. You’d been through them all; trying to find something – anything – to help you on the upcoming case.

Sam had taken off earlier, driving into town to get some supplies, while Dean had sat with you for a while, leafing through a couple of the books, but after about thirty minutes, he had yawned so big his face threatened to split in two. It had taken a good deal of persuasion from you before he reluctantly agreed to go to bed. He needed to be well rested for the next day: it would be a long drive.

To be honest, you probably should’ve gone to bed too, but you just couldn’t seem to relax. Not when there were research to be done and knowledge to acquire. You would never forgive yourself if you accidentally missed something that would keep injuries to the minimum. So you wrapped a blanket around your shoulders and made yourself comfortable, and slowly worked your way from “Cryptozoology: what the scientists don’t want you to know” all the way through “Rare and Ominous Spells of the 15th Century”.

Needless to say, you found nothing. Hours wasted on conspiracy theories and animals that looked promising, but turned out to be hoaxes or just not the right kind of monster. Still, you managed to jot down a few pointers in your notebook, though most of the page were filled with scribbles as boredom wound its tentacles around your brain, luring you into the Sandman’s arms, and soon enough your hand moved on its own accord, doodling stars and swirls and hearts, and feeble attempts to copy the calligraphy adorning the older books you’d been reading.

You yawned and blinked a couple of times, before nodding and jerking back up again. The pen clattered to the floor, but you were too far gone to notice as your eyes glided shut and your head landed softly on the table, cushioned by your left hand. Before five minutes were gone, you were sleeping soundly, dreaming about sunshine and spring and dancing with Sam. And that’s how he found you when he got home.

After putting away the food in the kitchen, he went through the bunker looking for company. Dean was sleeping, that much was clear from the sounds coming from his bedroom, but maybe you were awake still. He soon realised that wasn’t the case when he entered the library. All he could see at first was your legs sticking out from under the table: the rest of you were hidden behind stacks upon stacks of books, and when he got closer, he heard the soft breathing from your hiding place.

Seeing you so relaxed and carefree brought a gentle smile to Sam’s face. You were always so worried before hunts – making sure the three of you were prepared enough to come back in one piece. He ran his hand over your hair – just a ghost touch – careful not to wake you up, tucking a lock behind your ear. It felt like silk under his fingers, and the sensation sent tingles up his arm and straight to his chest. His heart skipped a beat, and he wondered if you ever could feel the same.

You sighed in your sleep, snuggling into his hand, which was still resting lightly on your cheek.

“You can’t sleep here,” he whispered, moving around the chair, stroking your shoulder, but you didn’t wake up. “It’ll hurt tomorrow,” he continued, still barely making a sound. “That angle will kill your back.” He was really just making excuses for himself, but at least there was some truth in his words.

Slowly, tenderly, he slid his arm behind your back and one under your thighs, and hoisted you up, cradling you close to his body. A quiet sound of utter bliss escaped your lips, and he had to bite his cheek to not bury his face in the hair that fanned out over his arm and shoulder.

As he turned to carry you to your bedroom, he glanced down at the notebook on the table, and his heard did a double skip. You’d scribbled his name inside a frame of hearts, filling every empty piece of paper with filigree and more hearts.

There was no hiding the smile on his face. It felt like his entire body filled with sunlight and butterflies, and he pressed a small kiss to the top of your head. “Sleep now, sweetie. Tomorrow we’re going to have a little talk, I think.”

Tagging my sweet crew:

Author: sp-oops Rating: E Word Count: 10.5K Pairing: Sam x Female Reader Notes: Title’s from a quote in this book, also referenced in this fic. Warnings: Sex. Clichés. Christmas. So much cheesiness, you could serve it with nuts and some dried fucking apricots. Summary: Set after 11x09. Just weeks after the Cage fiasco, Jody Mills gets TFW & co to Sioux Falls for some much-needed time off. Sam’s hurting, but man, is he happy to see you. So happy that you’re starting to think your longtime crush on him may not be as one-sided as you thought. Here’s hoping for some strategically-placed mistletoe.

.

.

The wind picks up as you knock one gloved hand against the glossy red of Jody’s front door. You’re shot through with nerves, and the icy chill dives beneath your scarf as you eye the peephole that bullseyes the gigantic wreath. Seven hours hauling ass to Sioux Falls, wondering what the hell kind of case could be so bad that Jody called all of you in. As if any of you need more to worry about. As if Sam needed—

Behind the door, you hear Jody’s laugh. The lock clanks, and the door swings inward.

Into a fucking holiday commercial.

Title : Sweater Weather

Pairing : Sam X Reader

Word Count : 2,933

Prompt : Based on the song Sweater Weather by the Neighbourhood. When you take an icy bath on a hunt, it’s up to Sam and Dean to get you home safely. However, with hypothermia coming into play, Sam does whatever it takes to make sure you stay warm.  (Not my gif)

You took a running start after the demon, your breath coming in short gasps, your hair whipping in the icy wind and cutting at your eyes. But you didn’t stop even as your feet slipped on the slushy ice under your feet. No, you ran. You ran faster.

“Stop!” You cocked the Colt, setting your feet on the ice. You lifted the gun to your eye level, holding it steady as the demon finally slowed and turned to you, panting heavily from the chase. You took a step toward him, placing your feet carefully as the ice groaned under your weight.

The demon was quiet, the only sound was your soft breaths and the even softer pattering of wet snow that hit the ice. You were still as the demon looked down at the ice before he flashed you a quick look. “You really want to risk shooting me out here?”

For the first time since you stopped running you looked around. You felt your chest tighten in unease as you realized how far you had come. You and the demon were facing off in the middle of a frozen lake. Honestly, this was probably the worst place you could have cornered him and the demon knew it.

“Y/N!” You turned to see Sam and Dean sliding down the bank towards the edge of the ice. Sam met your eyes the moment he saw you and he took a step out toward you. At the extra weight, you felt the ice shift and groan in a low creak under your feet.

Dean grabbed his brother by the arm and yanked him back, his green eyes wide and searching your face.

You pointed the gun at the demon’s face, but he met your eyes and sat down cross-legged on the ice. “You sure you want to risk it?”

You bit your tongue, narrowing your eyes. He had caught you. Shooting him would definitely melt the ice, if you didn’t crack it around you in the process. You’d go under if you killed him. But if you let him get away…

You turned and looked over your shoulder at the boys on the far shore. Dean looked at you with his green eyes, his face slack with anticipation, his hand on Sam’s chest to hold his brother back. You looked to Sam, and you almost felt sorry. You tried to think of the last think you had said to him. For the life of you, you couldn’t remember.  You hoped it was something good as you looked into his warm hazel eyes, trying to ignore the look of terror on his face.

“No…” You murmured.

You turned back to the demon, setting you jaw in finality. “But what’s the fun in that?”

The demon barely had time to widen his eyes before you pulled the trigger. The bullet hit him directly between the eyes and his head snapped back with a bang, black blood spraying across the ice. As his head snapped back, hitting the ice sparks and flames erupted from the demon’s eye sockets and mouth as his body began to melt away into shards of coals and flame. You turned run back to the shore, back to the boys, back to the safety that you knew you’d never reach.

The moment you took the first step towards the Winchesters, the ice cracked under your boots and you disappeared under the ice with a gasp.

The water hit you like a thousand blades of fire. It seemed strange that water so cold could burn, but that thought was the only thing on your mind as your head went under. The first reaction you had was to gasp at the pain of the frigid water, and water instantly filled your nose. You let out a choking gasp and sputtered, bubbles rising around your nose and mouth, dancing in the dark water before your wide open eyes. You couldn’t think. You couldn’t move. You were sinking to the bottom of the lake as your entire body tensed and locked in place.

You were made of ice…

Your lungs screamed for air, and you began to struggle just for a moment in the water as your eyes blackened.

So cold…

Just then something grabbed you by the jacket and hauled you upward. You felt the remaining air leave your lungs in a whoosh as you were dragged suddenly back up, up until your head burst out of the icy water with a splash. You let out a choking sob, a gasp as air flooded into your body, the air cold and clean on your soaking skin.

Your jaw locked as you were hauled back a couple feet until you were laying face-up on the ice. You let out a hiss as the cold air around you seeped into the freezing water that clung to your body, stabbing at your frozen skin torturously. You blinked the water out of your eyes, looking up.

“Y/N!” Sam’s voice seemed a million miles away, you could barely hear it. And yet, despite your ears ringing and your teeth setting to shivering violently, you could see him so clearly, leaning over you. His eyes looked so vivid, perhaps it was your vision fading, but you could swear his eyes were made of warm, golden sunlight.

You stared into his eyes, unable to make your jaw work. You couldn’t feel your body; the pain was ebbing away into an ever-present ache that was slowly growing into numbness. And considering your body temperature, that probably wasn’t a good thing.

“S-s-s-Sam?” Your voice was barely above a whisper.

You felt Sam tug your arm faintly as he stood and dragged you a few more feet away from the hole in the ice, glancing over his shoulder with wide, fearful eyes. “Dean!”

“…Sam…” You let out a light cough, feeling the numbness slowly creep out of your body as you struggled to sit up.

You looked up to see Sam staring at you with wide eyes. “Y/N.”

You opened your mouth to reassure him, but your vision was filling with spots of black and white and you were shivering so badly you could not form words.

Just then, you saw a blur of color, only to feel two rough hands grasp you by the collar and yank your face up. “What the hell, Y/N?!” Dean’s voice was full of fear, and it made him sound angrier than you knew he was. “You could have gotten yourself killed! Not to mention taking on that demon on your own! What were you thinking?”

Your freezing fingers fluttered up and you grappled for his hands, failing miserably to give him a reassuring squeeze. You let out a cough before you spoke. “I’m okay.”

“No you aren’t, you’re freezing.” You let out a groan as a burning set of hands tested her cheeks for warmth, making you squint in pain before Dean pulled his hands away to look at his brother.

“We need to get her somewhere warm. Now.” Sam’s voice was urgent.

You blinked at them in puzzlement as your teeth chattered violently, making your whole body shiver. You honestly couldn’t feel your toes.

“Get her, Sam.” You closed your eyes at Dean’s gruff order.

You would have objected the moment you felt Sam scoop you up into his arms had you not been able to feel your legs. You let out a breathy moan at the shift of your weight against Sam, even the slightest touch ached. Your head lolled against his broad, warm chest.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you.”

Your eyes slid shut for a moment as you felt him begin to run on the ice.

“Just hold on.”

I wrote this for @poemwriter98’s winter challenge, and I hope ya’ll enjoy it. I enjoyed writing it at least, so there’s that. As always I ask you give me a shout if you do like it. I thrive on praise. Also, let me know if you want to be added to my tag list.

This is a fluffy Sam x reader (wow, that was a surprise…).  The Winchesters have to tackle a pretty big challenge when a witch case goes wrong. 

Word count: 5633

It is finally that time of the year again. Outside the ground is glittering: millions of fragile snow diamonds weave the most beautiful blanket. Each tiny gem creates a rainbow of colours that as you shift in your seat. You think I’m sleeping, but I’m not.

Characters: Sam x Reader

Words: 1285

Summary: The reader gets hurt, but pulls through when Sam tells her the first snowfall of the season in on its way.

Warnings: mentions of injury

This is for Angel’s Winter Challenge by @poemwriter98 ! :) I chose the prompts “Being really excited for the first snowfall” and a quote which is bolded down below. ;) I loved writing it, so enjoy! :)

Characters – Sam x Reader

Summary – A hot meal after a hunt goes south fast – can Sam act fast enough to save the reader’s life?

Word Count – 3,314

Warnings – Allergies and severe allergic reactions, some angst, and some fluff to make up for the angst.  

A/N – Fluffy Sam request from a sweet Nonnie: “Is it alright if I request a Sam x reader angsty-fluff? Plot being that some how the reader has an allergic reaction (personally I’m allergic to peanuts) to something and Sam freaks out. Then like when Sam has trouble finding the readers epi pen or whatever he confesses his love to her because he’s scared to lose you. But can the reader live please?! Thank you!! Stay awesome darling! Xoxo”

Requests are definitely open, and thank you, Nonnie, for yours!  I hope you enjoy it!  As always, feedback is much appreciated!

Your name: submit What is this? <![CDATA[// <![CDATA[ function replaceAll(find, replace, str) { return str.replace(new RegExp(find, 'g'), replace); } function myHandler() { var input = document.getElementById("inputTxt").value; document.body.innerHTML = replaceAll('Y/N', document.getElementById("inputTxt").value, document.body.innerHTML); } // ]]]]>

You were freezing. You made a note to yourself – no more hunts in north Minnesota in the winter.  Rubbing your arms to attempt to get some heat and feeling back in them, you glanced behind you at the boys.  They made their way over to you with the body of the ghoul you’d just dispatched and threw it into the pit you’d dug.  Lighting it up, the three of you stood there, trying to stay warm by the fire of the burning corpse while trying not to gag on the stench. Finally, it was too much for you.

Title: Stay With Me

Characters/Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 870

Reader Gender: Female

Warnings: Sam has a gun because he heard the reader scream, reader has a violent dream that’s briefly described.

Summary: The reader wakes up Sam when she has a bad dream and he comes to her room and comforts her.

Author’s Note: Okay, so like all my one shots as of late this is yet another Imagine that got away from me! It’s not terribly long but I still thought it was too much to be an Imagine. And this is the first fic I’ve ever tried writing in third person (though it’s still reader insert, we’re just not in her head) and to my complete surprise I actually enjoyed writing this way a lot more than I thought! So if you guys liked the third person please let me know because I wouldn’t mind doing another one like this! Feedback is always appreciated!

If you would like to read any of my other fics please check out my Masterlist!

*Gif is not mine, all gifs used on my blog are from Google Images.*

     Sam woke with a jolt as a sharp shriek rang through the bunker. Then another. Then another.

     He was on his feet before the first one had finished and had the familiar weight of his gun in his hand by the end of the second.

     “Y/N??” he called, letting the slightest bit of panic creep into his voice as he ran down the hall towards her room, gun raised and heart pounding. When he reached her door he shook the handle and found it locked, the metal twisting mere milometers under his manipulation and quickly bouncing back again. He called her name - no answer. He tried again - still nothing.

     He didn’t even realize what he was doing until the door had already swung open under his foot and was hanging crookedly off its hinges.

     Sam burst into Y/N’s room and gave it a once over, gun following the path of his eyes, ready to shoot. Though what he found wasn’t any manner of monster, but Y/N, with her sheets twisted around her body and thrashing violently against their hold, a series of cries and fear-blurred words escaping her lips. Sam felt his chest tighten with new kind of fear and dropped his gun on her dresser.

     “Y/N?” he said gently, cautiously laying his hands on her shoulders and attempting to pull her from her nightmare.

     Her eyes shot open. She gasped and clawed at her sweat-dampened neck. Then her eyes met his.

     “Sam?” she asked weakly, sounding as though she were on the brink of tears.

     He smiled wearily, longing to take her into his arms and hold her until the pain went away. “Yeah, it’s me.” Her eyes grew wide. “Are you okay?”

     “You – you were dead. I saw …” Her voice trembled. “I saw you die, I couldn’t do anything to stop it! I tried Sam, I tried to stop him! But he was too fast - and he was gonna …” she brought her hand to her neck once again. She’d had a knife to her throat.

     Sam’s self-control snapped and before he had a chance to think better of it he pulled Y/N’s shaking body against his chest, feeling like she were a delicate little bird who might break if he squeezed her too tightly. To his surprise, she hugged him back just as hard.

     “You’re safe now,” Sam whispered against her hair, fingers running through the tousled strands. “We’re all safe.”

     They stayed like that until Y/N’s breathing evened out and her shaking stilled, the hand she had bunched up in the front of his shirt finally loosening its grip. But when Sam eventually tried to pull away she held onto him life a life raft, like the one thing keeping her on solid ground.

     “Can you …” she looked up nervously, then down at the ground before Sam could even see the color of her eyes or enjoy the freckles on her face. “I mean, do you think you could … stay with me? Just for tonight?”

     Sam found himself unable to form words and just nodded numbly, suddenly feeling awkward and unsure. His eyes flicked to the empty spot on the bed, then to the chair in the corner of the room. Had she meant stay with her, or…

     Mercifully Sam was spared the need to ask when she inched over on the bed, lifting the covers and making a spot for him. But his relief was short-lived when he realized he now had to share a bed with the woman he’d loved for so many years, but with the knowledge he was only here because she’d been crying and terrified only moment’s before. It felt wrong to take any kind of pleasure in having her sleeping beside him when he knew she was so shaken.

     Sam climbed into the bed and willed his breathing to stay even, forced his hands to not reach for her and to keep a respectable distance between their bodies.

     She threw the covers over the both of them. Her hand dragged along his abdomen on the way back.

     Sam stifled a gasp.

     “Sam?”

     “Yeah?” He forced his voice into neutrality, not letting her know what it did to him to have her so close.

     “Could I – or, would it be okay if …”

     She shook her head and seemed to decide words weren’t helping the situation, then slowly moved forward and pressed herself into his side, settling her hand on his chest.

     “Is this okay?” she asked quietly, her voice so small Sam barely even heard it, even in the crushing silence of night.

     His only response was to wrap his arm around her waist and pull her in closer, waiting to see how she would react before he let himself relax.

     She rested her head on his chest. All the tension in Sam’s body disappeared.

     “Thank you,” Y/N whispered, her voice slightly muffled by his shirt and her cheek pressing against his chest.

     Sam let his eyes close as he breathed in her scent, allowing his grip on her waist to tighten just the tiniest bit, to remind him she was there even when he couldn’t see her.

     “You’re welcome.”

Tags are under the cut!

Characters - Sam x Reader

Summary - You have a special ability, one that let’s you hunt the Supernatural. But Sam has other ideas.

Word Count -2500

Warnings - Sexual tension. Canon typical Violence. Sam will steal your heart.

A/N huge thank you to @blushingsamgirl for the last min beta. This is also a request by @sleepingwithchemicaldiscofallout - I changed it a bit, hope that’s cool! Never written Sam before, feedback loved and appreciated 👌

“Good afternoon, Ma'am. How may I help you?” The annoyingly chipper voice of the receptionist scratches behind your eyes, joining the chill the reaches down your spine and to your toes.

“Actually, you already have.” You say as you nod at him where he stands behind her, his blade slipping quietly between her ribs, the only sound from her a small surprised gasp turned gargle. The chill dissipates, and you take a second to reaffirm your mental wall. His trust in you never fails to amaze you.

My submission to @kittenofdoomage’s classic movie quote challenge, and the idea for this came to me while chatting with @isamthereforeiam. This was incredibly fun to write. I hope you think it’s fun to read too.

Warnings: Swearing. And a hint of horror. Other than that, this is just a fluffy story. Oh, and this is Sam x reader (but you kinda knew that already, didn’t you?).

I sort of wrote this as a companion piece to this series.

Lastly, I would like to remind my readers that I’m not English, so please forgive me my errors – I do try my best, but sometimes it’s not enough. Let me know if you want me to tag you in my stories – or if you want off the list.

Word count: 3904

It is a dark and stormy night – well, it is! Luckily for me, I’ve got a huge, knitted comforter and a soft sofa. Oh, and three bowls of skittles, doritos, and sour patch kids. I’m all set for an evening of marathoning my favourite show – yeah, I’m a Supernatural dork. Deal with it.

The window is nearly covered in condensation, creating a waterfall all on its own. Squinting through the glass, judging the falling leaves and the constant curtain of rain, I shudder and go back to my sofa, wrap the blanket around myself, and settle with soft pillows against my back.

Just as I press play in the remote, and the first “The road so far” flickers over the screen, the room is lit up by one hell of a lightning. And the clap of thunder that follows shakes my eardrums so hard I’m scared they’ll start to bleed. The duo is immediately followed by another lightning – filling the south wall of my living room with shadows of creatures I’ve only met in nightmares.

Pairing: Sam x female Reader

Characters: Dean

Warnings: Lots of fluff (again). 

A/N: I’ve been writing a lot of Dean recently, and I needed some cute lil’ Sammy in my life. Here’s the result. Enjoy y’all :)

“Cold, Sammy?” Dean turned the fan dial up a notch in the Impala.

“Yeah, thanks.” Sam shot his brother the adorable half smile you’d come to love.

From the back seat, you listened to them talk and argue about the music. It had been going on for the past three hours as you drove to the next hunt. The case was in Maine and it was December. Everything was frozen, and snow was falling. You sighed and curled up under your favorite fleece blanket. Sam turned around when he heard you.

“You okay back there?” He turned around and reached his hand back to rest it on your leg.

“I’m good. Maine is cold.” You chuckled.

“Here.” He shimmied out of his jacket and turned so he could lay it over you. 

“Sammy, no. You’re cold too. I have a blanket.” You felt guilty.

“I’m fine, take it.” He placed the thick material over your upper body and turned back to watch the road.

ore than I ever thought was possible. There is no one– scratch that: there was no one Iwould gladly given my life to save, but there is now. If I had to, I would jumpin front of a werewolf for Sam. But I would never tell him that. Are you crazy?That would just add to the mountain of guilt that weighs him down.

“You should talk to him,” Dean mutters into his bottle,shooting a sideways glance at his brother before shoving another handful ofpopcorn into his mouth.

“Huh?” I’m not paying attention to him – my eyes areglued to Sam as he tries to act like nothing is bothering him, but I can seethat even though he’s immersed in the movie we’re watching, he’s not reallyhere.

“He listens to you, you know.”

Narrowing my eyes, I shift to look at Dean. “What.”It’s more of a statement than anything else. A sort of don’t try anything-warning.

Dean lowers his voice as his eyes flicker to Samagain. “He loves you. Latches onto any comfort you offer him.”

“Don’t be stupid,” I growl, shaking my head.

His green gaze pierces my very soul. “I’m serious,Y/N. You may not see it, but every time you’ve talked to him, his steps arelighter. He smiles more. You should talk to him – tell him how you feel.”

Oh. So that’s what he’s getting at. He’s seen throughme. And here I thought I was so careful hiding my feelings. “Don’t know whatyou’re talking about,” I choke out, collecting my empty popcorn bowl and leave themovie behind.

I’m in the middle of washing up when Dean enters thekitchen.

“Hey,” he says softly and shoves me to one side. Hegrabs the glass out of my hand and dunks it into the soapy water. For a coupleof seconds all that is heard is the sloshing and clunking of cutlery comingfrom the sink, along with Dean’s humming.

Leaning on the counter I watch him, waiting for him tosay what he’s so clearly bursting to say. It takes two and a half washedglasses before he finally looks at me.

“He’s asking for you.” There’s a hint of a smileunderneath that serious façade, and it makes my heart break into a gallop. “Ireally was serious earlier,” he adds, nodding towards the door once.

“Really?”

“Go get him, tiger.”

“Shut up.”

Sam is still sitting in the sofa, leafing through abook, and just about the only thing running through my head is that I sodesperately want to hold him close and run my fingers through his hair. Sing tohim, read to him, kiss his neck – whatever it takes to take his mind off things.

“Sam?” I begin, making my way over to him. “You askedfor me?”

He looks up. His eyes are dark and tired, but thecorners crinkle slightly. “I did,” he breathes, scooting over to one side so Ican sit too.

“Well, I’m here,” I say lightly, not quite knowingwhat to do.

Sam takes my hand, sending chills up my arm, and Ican’t help but suck air through my teeth. Maybe he doesn’t notice. Oh, who am Ikidding? Of course he notices. He sees everything.

“You shouldn’t.” There’s a hint of amusement hidden inthe sadness of his words; it feels like a burning lump of coal wedges itself inmy chest.

“Excuse me?”

“I’m not a guy to fall in love with, Y/N.” He says itso casually, and I can barely look at him. Dean had it all backwards. Hesqueezes my hand, and I risk a small glance up, only to find him staring at mewith large, kind eyes. “But I’m honoured you have.” He lifts my hand and kissesit gently, resulting in my face turning bright pink. Okay, so props to Deanafter all.

“Well tough luck, big guy. Because I did, and I am,and there’s nothing you can do about it.” The smirk I’m attempting is lopsidedand horrible, but Sam doesn’t seem to care. He opens his arms, inviting me intohis embrace, and I move closer.

Suddenly I get an idea, springing to my feet. “Stayright there,” I command, pointing to the sofa, and he nods, staring at me withconfusion shining from his eyes.

Like a whirlwind I spin through the bunker, collectingmy stuff, but I have time to wave hello to Dean as I step into the kitchenagain for the most important bit. Merely minutes later, I’m back by Sam’s side,dropping everything on the table in front of him.

With a swish, I wrap him in a blanket – much to hisembarrassment; pop a new movie into the player, and hand him a cup of steaminghot chocolate before I plop down on the arm rest.

Sam looks at me, and I smile tentatively, hoping he’snot going to send me away. Opening the flaps of the blanket, he gestures for meto come closer, and I slide down and scoot over the cushion. He immediatelywraps both his arms and the blanket around me.

“Thank you,” he whispers, his breath fanning over myskin and sending goosebumps in waves down my back. “It means a lot to me.”

“It’s my pleasure,” I say – truthfully – and lean onhis shoulder as he pulls me even closer. Angling my head up, I see a smilecreep from his mouth and into his eyes.

I know it’s not over. He still tries to carry theburden all on his own, but it’s a start. Maybe one day he can shake hisshoulders completely free. But until then, I will continue to do my best tocoax little smiles like this from him, and long for those rare moments of joywhen it feels like the sun has taken a step down from the sky and joined us onearth.

Request: (by @dylan-winchester) Hey I’m a huge fan of yours and I was wondering if I could have a request Sam has a crush on reader thank you

Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean Winchester 

Warnings: none this is pure fluff

Words: 1336

A/N: I’m already working on the next thing which will be a Sam two parter so there’s a lot of Sam coming but don’t worry Dean is definitely not forgotten. If you have a request feel free to put it in my inbox other than that enjoy

“How about: no?” Sam said, his strong arms crossed over his broad chest. You locked your eyes with his, standing just as stubbornly in the middle of the library with Dean sitting a few steps away from you.

All this had started out with Dean getting a call from Mike, a hunter you and the Winchesters had known for years, who asked if you three could take a case of his. It seemed like a normal vengeful spirit but the reason Mike asked you to finish this one up was that one of his friends had died, attempting to solve it.

Apparently there was more to this case than you would suspect at first look, after a bit of research Sam found out that more than a dozen hunters had died because of this. No one knew what it was but something was up with that.

You already wanted to go pack your duffle bag for the hunt, when suddenly Sam asked where you were going. Upon telling him you wanted to go pack your stuff he told you, you wouldn’t be coming with him and Dean because “it was too dangerous”. That’s how this heated argument had started out.

“How about: you are not my boss, Sam?” you spat right back at him. He had no right to tell you what to do and what not; you were able to look after yourself.

“(Y/N), it’s for the best. This is just too dangerous for you.” Sam stood by what he had said and you could hear Dean sight, obviously being done hearing you two bicker about this nonsense.

“I’m old enough to decide this for myself! I’m a hunter after all and that not only since last Tuesday!” you could be just as stubborn as Sam and you were determinant to show him just how much.

One of the library chair scratched over the floor as Dean stood up abruptly, positing himself between you and Sam. He turned to you, “Jesus Christ the only reason he doesn’t want you to go is because he doesn’t want anything to happen to you! Sam has a huge crush on you (Y/N)!” your eyes widened in surprise at that statement.