Sammy's Girl, Always

Oneshots, Sam Winchester x Reader 

I just wanna make love to you

Always, Bon Jovi

I Should Go

Movie night

Same time, same place

Poison

Consequences

Pillow Talk

First day of my life

It feels like home

Darkroom

Ink

Series, Sam Winchester x Reader

Hold On

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

What happened next 

Chapter 1

At night when everyone's asleep my mind goes like: it's Sammy's time.

So I go and write a bit of fanfic or look at other blogs for Sam's content or anything like that.

Our alone time.

Sam Winchester x Reader

Sammy has a surprise for you.

When you woke up the room was dark, with the exception of the faint digital clock light. You reached for it, trying to take a better look at the time: it was a lot later than usual, you had probably forgotten to set the alarm the night before. You turned around to wake up Sam, but to your surprise he wasn't there sleeping next to you. Your phone showed no new texts from him, so maybe he was just making breakfast in the kitchen.

You got up to get dressed and join him, but when you got to the kitchen no one was there. You looked around calling out for Sam and Dean: the bunker was empty.

Babe, everything ok?

Where are you?

Good morning, baby.

Be back soon. Love you.

The quick reply to your text stopped the panic from taking over your head. You made coffee and headed to the library. You patiently waited for your old laptop to turn on as you needed it to look up new cases.

Half an hour later you heard the loud screeching of the bunker door and heavy footsteps coming down the metal stairs: Sammy.

"Hey, baby, sorry I didn't warn you I was going out. I wanted you to sleep in since you were so tired last night. How are you?" Sam leaned in for a quick kiss.

"I think I slept 9 hours straight, actually. Which for a hunter is worth like three nights' sleep. I feel energized." You smiled and hugged him, but when you placed your hand on his chest you saw Sam curve his bottom lip in pain.

"What happened? Were you hunting? Are you hurt?" With no hesitation you grabbed the collar of his shirt to take a look at his collarbone and chest. And there it was: a gauze pad placed to the left of his anti-possession tattoo, slightly above it.

"It's fine. Don't worry. It hurts a bit only because it's fresh. It was actually a surprise, I wanted to show it to you tonight."

"What surprise? A fighting wound? What did you hunt alone?" You were starting to get mad.

"Babe, no. It's a tattoo."

"Oh, I'm curious, I wanna see. May I?"

"Sure, after all it's for you too. Come here." Sammy walked over to the big table and sat on it, legs apart allowing you to get closer. He unbuttoned his shirt, then waited for you to remove the gauze.

Above a beautifully written

until my last breath

there was your name. Your name, in vivid black ink on his skin.

"You're crazy!" A big smile appeared on your face.

"You might be right. But I've been thinking about this for a while and it feels right. I've got wounds and scars from every son of a bitch that ever tried to kill me. I think it's fair my skin is also marked by something that reminds me the good stuff. That reminds me what I fight for and that I need to be safe because there's someone counting on me. I wanted a way to keep you with me, always. So... Well, now you know what I think about every time we go hunting."

"Oh babe, I love you so much. It's beautiful." Your heart had never felt so full of love and admiration before, you were feeling much more than you could express at the moment. You carefully kissed his shoulder and neck, finally reaching his lips.

Sammy returned your wet, passionate kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist.

You heard someone coming down the stairs. "Get a room, you two! Nobody wants to see all that!" Dean snorted.