#adamxreader

On the date, he can no longer contain himself and confesses his feelings. How else is he supposed to get her round? She's always hiding in her shell

Is surprised that she says yes straight away

Y/N is dying inside and is very relieved that Adam asked her out because she wasn't sure she ever could have.

They spend more time together (and neglect Lute's Trainings which will cause trouble) and Y/N becomes even more relaxed with him

She isolates herself from other people when she doesn't know them and "hides" a bit behind Adam and his big mouth

He thinks it's cute, she's rather embarrassing

Adam won't let anyone make fun of her. Nobody, not even Lute, has the right to do that

He is very relieved that Y/N and Lute get on well together

They cuddle a lot, but haven't got any closer than that because Y/N shies away from it.

He has decided to take things slowly

Giggling, you look to your boyfriend with a soft expression. Adam has always been there for you. He loves following you on every journey you take, staying right at your side to cheer and support you. He also loves hanging out with you during those in-between times, when life does not have a plan for you and you are simply enjoying yourself. Today is one of those in-between days, as you are out and about with Adam in tow at the local mall. Still wanting his close companionship along the way though, you brought him inside the dressing room with you to watch you try on a few dresses. To those outside of your tag-team duo, it looks like funny business is sure to go on because of this. Hell, even Adam is wary of others in this time. He scratches his arm and gazes around the small cubicle nervously. Something about the situation has him distracted from your undressing. You frown.

“Adam, it’s alright,” you assure him. “No one is going to barge in here and yell at you for merely supporting your girlfriend.”

“They will if they think more than ‘support’ is going on,” he mumbles, but you do not catch it. Your eyes are set on a beautiful and shimmery red dress. Putting it on and showing off to Adam is all you care about. Stripping off your shirt, you catch Adam blushing in the corner. It warms your heart, and you throw him a soft smile. He gazes down at his feet.

“Adam, babe, can you hold the dress for me as I undress?”

His face flashes a few deeper shades of red, but he complies. Adam strides forward and grabs the hanger with the red number hanging from it. He waits until you finish dressing down to hold it forward to you. You kiss his cheek as you take the dress from him. A giggle slips from your lips, causing Adam to quirk his eyebrow up at you.

“What’s so funny?”

“You’re so nervous,” you reply. “Look at you, you can barely look me in the eye, silly!”

“Not my fault somebody is being very attractive in front of me in a public space where we’re probably being observed,” he mumbled back, earning an eye roll from you. You get the red dress up onto your shoulders, the straps sliding on nicely. Gazing at yourself in the mirror, you look incredibly stunning. It does not take others telling you so to convince you - it’s a wonderful fit on you. Adam still whistles low and gazes you up and down, impressed with what he sees. You blush. Any assurance of what you already believe, especially at the hands of your loving boyfriend, helps.

“Like what you see?”

“You’re always so beautiful, {Y/N}.”

Your face softens. Adam always knows what to say to make you weak in the knees, even months into your relationship. Turning to face him, you take a step forward and kiss him. It’s chaste, a mere peck, but it sends Adam aflame. You swear you catch a twinkle in his eye.

“Don’t you have dresses to get to trying on, love?”

Giggling, you nod and look yourself over in the mirror one last time before peeling the tight number off you.

“I do,” you reply. “If you’re good and do not complain while I try on the rest of what we brought in, perhaps we can go look at that one pet store further down the mall.”

“You’re joking.”

“Be good and see,” you tease, winking now in your underwear. Adam gulps and straightens himself up against the wall, but he tries his best to keep his mouth shut. If keeping quiet ensured his leaving the small cubicle in time, he was willing to hush for as long as you required.

After three more outfits, you are finished. You decide to keep the red dress from the beginning and a blue blouse you paired with the jeans you already had on. Adam follows you to the counter, waiting patiently as you pay, before taking the bags for you. He follows you like this even outside of the shop, when you stop to buy a candle and browse through a shoe store. Not a word is spoken by him, just as you told him. He plays nice.

That is, until you walk towards Victoria’s Secret.

“Oh, you are not taking me into there.”

Raising an eyebrow, you look at Adam and smirk. “What did you say? It sounds like you don’t want to go see the pets in the pet store?”

The pout on Adam’s face almost makes you feel sorry for him. “{Y/N}, it’s going to be torturous for me. You know that.”

“All those puppies are going to be so disappointed-”

“Alright,” Adam concedes, visibly unsure of himself. He knows he is going to struggle to hold his tongue in this store, especially with you so keenly watching over him. You believe he is up for the challenge and kiss his cheek. He swallows hard.

The initial walk in is fine. Sure, Adam is gripping hard onto your hand, and you can see him bite his lip when he sees some of the lingerie, but he keeps steady. All is well. Further steps however prove a challenge, especially when Adam catches sight of something he’s never encountered before: a bralette.

“What is this?”

Giggling, you walk over and pick out one of what Adam is gazing upon. It is a cute hot pink bralette - not something you would ever get, but definitely not the worst thing in the store. Holding it up, you tease him by shoving it near his face. Adam blushes.

“It’s a bralette, silly!”

“What is that even supposed to cover?”

You pause. “Are you complaining, Mr. Hann?”

“No!” Stumbling, Adam takes the bralette and tries his best to look comfortable around it. It looks more like he’s painfully forcing the emotion, but it’s cute, so you go with it. “I'm not judging! I'm not! It was a serious question! I want to, er, know it’s function.”

“It’s like a bra,” you say, grabbing it and putting it back on the hanger. “You can wear them as bras if you’re not too busty, but even then, you can sometimes wear them. I usually wear them under shirts where my bra would show to cover them up. It makes clothes look fancier.”

Wide eyed, Adam takes your hand and walks you away from the contraption. He thinks he’s subtle, but you can tell he’s trying to move past the incident. Unfortunately, he walks you both right into the panties section - the crack of any girl who likes sales and cute underwear. You hustle to check out designs. Adam, blushing even more, follows behind awkwardly. You smile at him and hold up a pair with puppies on it for him to see. Though incredibly uncomfortable, Adam cracks a smile back.

“They’re cute.”

“They’re an omen of what’s to come,” you say back, winking. His smile widens. “Oooh, look at these!”

Adam’s smile fades instantly, replaced with his blush and awkward expression. In your hands, staring back at him, is a black thong. He’s no stranger to the item - he’s seen you with them before. However, those were more private situations. Seeing you with one in public, knowing he has to behave himself is next to sinister. His hands dive into his pockets.

“They’re um, ehem, they’re nice.”

You grin up at him. “Pick out your favorite color, Adam. I’ll get them along with the puppy ones.”

Adam opens his mouth to respond, but is stopped by a wave of panic as you start to walk away. He grabs hold of your arm just before you’re out of his reach, pleading at you with desperate eyes to stay. You rub his arm.

“I saw a bra I wanted to try on near the front,” you tell him, kissing his hand. “I figured, instead of putting you through going into the dressing room with me again, you could pick stuff out for me here while you wait.”

He pauses, considering, and then sighs - the sign of giving in. You kiss him on the lips and then run over to do what you need to do. Adam looks at the giant box of panties and turns scarlet. He is counting down the seconds until you return and save him from this misery.

Six minutes and forty-two seconds later, you reappear. You find Adam getting told by a worker how to choose underwear out for a girl. It’s one of the funniest things you have ever witnessed, the poor lad trying his best not to show his emotions yet failing completely. After a few seconds of watching, you walk forward and take Adam’s hand.

“Thank you for trying to help him while I was gone,” you tell her, an older lady with wispy blonde hair. “I’m surprised you didn’t think he was a lost cause.”

The lady grins. “Oh, he’s not too bad. The fact he is willing to learn speaks loads for him. When you’re ready to check out, come see me!”

That is what you do. After taking Adam’s contribution, a beautifully silky black thong even nicer than the one you originally chose, you go up to check out. The lady teases Adam a bit more, but he takes it in stride. You believe it’s perhaps because he is nowhere near the large bunch of panties. As you leave the store, he is almost as good as new. You kiss him to congratulate him. He smiles and grins even bigger when you direct your walking to the pet store. The moment he sees its bright red and blue lights, he’s ecstatic. There are no words for his reaction to the puppies playing in the back of the store in a pen.

“I love this,” he says a few minutes later when he’s sitting on the ground in the middle of them. Five puppies, cute as ever, have him surrounded. You have taken to filming the situation, a smile on your face.

“It’s your prize for being so good while shopping with me today.”

“You’re a blessing, you are.”

“I wouldn’t praise me just yet.”

Adam looked to you in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Well…do you have a favorite of any of these guys?”

He paused, and then - “NO WAY!”

Giggling, you nodded and knelt down. “I’ve had this planned for weeks. I know you’ve wanted a puppy for so long, and since the pet store is in the mall…well, I thought I should have some fun with it.”

“You’re the best thing to ever happen to me.”

You kiss him. “Pick our new little friend, babe.”

It is a hard choice, but Adam picks out the perfect furry friend. His name is Pablo, a little golden retriever puppy with floppy ears and a sweet face. Adam holds him in his arms as you pay for Pablo’s new toys, food, and leash and collar. Once paid for, you exit the mall as a group. Adam holds onto Pablo as you both get inside the car, his nose nuzzling the black, wet nose in front of him.

“I’ll never be able to thank you enough for this.”

“Oh, I think I know how you can start.”

Again, Adam is confused. “How so?”

“Well, let’s just say…we explore the use of that silky thong you bought me when Pablo is asleep.”

When Adam suddenly went missing over two years ago, You tried to find them. Looked in every phone book you could find, calling every Winchester, but never was able to find Adam, or his brothers. You weren’t the praying type but for Adam, anything. You prayed and begged for anyone who might hear to please send him back to you.

One day, in an old bar, drinking away your troubles, you heard a whisper of a Dean Winchester. You turned to the girl, and asked where to find him, hoping he was a Winchester you were looking for.

She scoffed. “Sorry sweetie, but uh… you aren’t his type.” She laughed with her friends.

You grabbed her hair and smashed her face against the bar. “You’ll tell me where I can find him or so help me god…” you growled out the open threat.

“Okay okay.” she whined, and told you where she had seen him last. Two days ago, about an hours drive. Motel room and all. You dropped money onto the bar and headed for your car, praying he was still there.

An hour and a half later you were pounding on a motel room door. “Please… Please still be here.” you begged. The door opened just enough for a man to look out. “Are you Dean Winchester?”

He furrowed his brows at you. “Who are you?”

“Are you Dean or not? I don’t have time for this.” you growled out.

“Dean… It’s for you.” He turned and walked away from the door, and another man walked up opening it slightly.

“You’re Dean, Dean Winchester?”

“Yeah.” he looked you up and down. “Do I know you?”

“No.” you shook your head. “I’m apparently not your type. But I am someone else’s. Please. Please, tell me you are who I’m looking for. Are you Johns son? Adam’s brother.”

He stared at you for a minute. “How do you know my dad?”

“Where is he… Where is Adam, he’s been missing over two years. Please. You need to help me find him.” Tears burned your eyes.

“You’ve been looking?” he furrowed his brows.

“Since he disappeared. Calling every Winchester I could find listed, hoping maybe, just maybe he was with his brothers. Please. Tell me you know where he is..”

“Shit…” He shut the door and you could faintly hear him talking to the other guy. You leaned against the wall next to the door and cried. You found him. It took two years but you found his brother. Maybe now you would find Adam. When the door opened again, Dean sighed. “You should come in, sit down.” You nodded, wiping the tears from your cheeks and entered the room.

Dean shut the door, then moved to pull out a chair for you across from the other man before he sat down himself. “Uh… this is my brother, Sam. How do you know Adam?”

“We grew up together… he’s… we’ll… Until he went missing, he was my boyfriend. Please, where is he?”

“He uh…” Sam looked at Dean, his eyebrows furrowed up in sadness. “Adam’s dead.” he looked back at you. You shook your head, tears coming back.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” Dean’s voice was soft. “But he is..”

“He can’t be.. He just can’t be, I don’t believe you. I’d know, I’d just know if he was dead.” You were sobbing. They looked at each other again.

“How did you find us?” Sam asked.

“Girl at a bar about an hour away. Said she was with Dean here two nights ago. Bragging about the best lay of her life and how I stood no chance… Until I smashed her face into the bar and she told me where to find you.” Dean laughed, and Sam shot him a look, his face immediately going sombre again. “How did he die? If he’s really dead, at least tell me that.”

They glanced at each other and Dean started to tell you some bullshit story about a car crash. You slammed your fist on the small table and their eyes went wide. “I’ve been looking for over two fucking years! Crying every god damn night! Either tell me the fucking truth or I’ll beat it out of you.” You glared at him hard. “I deserve the truth. Please.” A tear ran down your face despite the hard front you were trying to put on.

Sam sighed. “Alright. Just.. It’s going to sound like a whole lot of crazy. So just listen, alright?” You relaxed your fist, but you were left shaking. Two years and you would finally get answers.

It took a while, but they got through their story. You stared at Sam. “If you were in there too, why are you here?”

“Cas pulled Sammy out.” Dean explained. When you turned to him and furrowed your brows, he leaned back and rubbed the back of his neck. “He’s an angel. He’s pulled me out of hell before and he pulled Sam from the cage.”

“So, you get out but Adam is left there?” You turned to Sam. “What the fuck is so special about you?” You glared.

“I-” he stopped himself. Nothing he could say would make you feel better, and he wasn’t sure how to answer that.

“Call him.” You glared at Dean.

“Who?” He looked confused.

“The angel up your ass, or I swear to god, I will scream his name non stop until he shows up.” He raised an eyebrow. “CAS!” you screamed at the top of your lungs.

“Alright. Jesus.” Dean grumbled. “Cas, can you come here for a minute?”

When you heard a flutter behind you, you turned. “I know you…” You said softly. “I’ve seen you around.”

“Yes. I’ve heard you pray. It’s unusual for a non believer to pray as much as you do.”

“You…” Your fist clenched again as you stood up. “You heard me? You heard me pray for him and ignored it?”

He shook his head. “There was nothing I could do.”

“You could have brought him back!” You screamed at him. “You brought Sam back! Why not Adam!?”

When your fist came up, Dean jumped up. “No, no, don’t! It’ll hurt you and not him.”

But you didn’t punch the angel. Your fist stopped to rest on his chest. “Please…” you begged him with tears in your eyes. “Please just get him out. I need him..” You started to sob and your forehead came to rest on his chest as well, your fist opening long enough to clench around his trench coat. “I don’t care what it takes. I can’t live without him. Please..”

An just like that, he vanished, leaving you standing there, sobbing. You dropped to the floor in a crumpled heap and cried. The brothers weren’t sure what to do. Sam tried to comfort you, while Dean headed out for coffee and food.

When he came back, he put the coffees down and headed for his bag. “Pack up your shit, Sammy, we’re heading out.”

“What?” He looked up from where he was on the floor, holding you while you cried against his chest. “Jobs not done Dean.”

“This is more important. Lets go. You, What’s your name?”

You sniffled and looked up. “Y/n.”

“Y/n, you’re coming with us.”

“Dean, where are we going?” Sam asked getting up.

“Ilchester, Maryland.”

“Il- To the pit? Why are we going to the pit?”

“Cas called.” he turned and looked down at you. “He’s going to try one more trip. No guarantees on what comes out alright. Sammy here wasn’t exactly himself when he came out.”

“He’s really going to try?” Sam helped you up, and you wiped the tears.

He threw his bag over his shoulder. “Yeah, now get your ass in my car, lets go. Sammy, check us out when you’re done. Call someone else in from the car.” He headed out the door and you followed him.

You slept most of the drive. You were exhausted from crying. You woke up to eat, and a few pit stops, but you often quickly fell back to sleep. “We’re here.” You were shaken awake by Sam.

You got out and stretched. You were outside a Covent. “This is the pit?”

“Back there.” Dean pointed and you all started to walk.

When you got closer, you saw two men standing around. One was Cas, the other, “Adam.” you breathed out. Cas said something, and he turned “ADAM!” you yelled and ran to him throwing yourself into his arms. “I’ve missed you.” you cried.

“I wasn’t gone that long, was I?” he chuckled.

“More then two years, Adam. I’ve been looking everywhere.” You looked up into his eyes.

He looked up at Sam and Dean, who were smiling at the happy reunion. “How long have you been out, Sam?” He asked.

“Uh… over two years…” he answered and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Huh?” He stared at his brothers. “So, Sam gets out right away, and I get to rot for over two years? Are you fucking kidding me?”

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Tagging : Supernatural - @roxyspearing @tardis-full-of-fallen-angels @mrs-celestial-dragneel-redfox23 @internationalmusicteacher

A concerned voice carries through the walls, “Y/N, what’s wrong? Is everything okay?” 

“Y-yeah,” You tremble, every inch of your body was shaking. You weren’t really good at hiding your emotions. 

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” You look up to see the concerned, worried face of your older brother, Adam. “Do I need to teach some people a lesson?” He adds with a smirk; you smile slightly. He sits down next to you and warms his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. You always felt safe with him, always and this was just a regular thing as you always seemed to be upset.

“It’s just that… Well, my favorite character just died.”   

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?” You sniffle, already feeling slightly better knowing what his reaction was going to be.

“You’ve been watching Red vs. Blue again, haven’t you?” He scowls with a smirk, trying to hide his laughter. “And here I was wondering if people were saying shit about you..”

“Sorry, I just get emotional attached. You know how I am,”