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The afternoon sunlight was bright and intrusive as it cascaded in through the large window overlooking the city, interrupting (Y/N)’s sleep and stirring her awake. She groaned and scrunched her face up against the unwelcome light, her nose wrinkling with discomfort. 

Her mouth was dry and her head was pounding painfully - courtesy of all the alcohol she and the Winchester brother’s had consumed the night before. They’d been out celebrating Dean’s birthday and naturally, he’d insisted they go to Vegas for a night of fun. 

Now, as fun as it may have been at the time, her body was definitely regretting her choices. 

With another groan, she tried to roll away from the source of the sunlight and yanked the covers over her head, shifting on the mattress to face the other direction. The comforter was fluffy and heavenly, wrapping her into a cocoon of warmth. Her body connected with something solid beside her and she froze, having not expected the sudden skin on skin contact. 

Her (Y/E/C) eyes shot open wide and she gasped in surprise as she looked beside her, eyeing the naked man she currently shared a bed with. She withdrew herself, nearly falling out of bed in her haste to get away from the stranger.

She hugged the covers close when she realized her clothes were also missing, covering her bare chest as best as she could. She stared at the man with wide eyes, trying to put a name to the shaggy brown hair. Upon further inspection, she soon realized that the man in her bed wasn’t a stranger at all… It was Sam.

Sam fucking Winchester. 

She brought a shaky hand to her head and tried to recall the events from the night before, but the effort only resulted in a piercing headache and fragmented images. Her eyes wandered back to Sam - who remained unbothered, laying face down into the mattress. She studied his face in an attempt to help jog her memories, to no avail. She exhaled heavily, blowing the air from her lips in a frustrated sigh. 

The white sheet was draped over his bare ass, contrasting heavily with his sun bronzed skin. She couldn’t help but let her eyes scan over his naked form, traveling up the length of his muscular back and strong shoulders. She traced every dip and curve along the planes of his back, her breath hitching in her chest. He had his large arms folded beneath his head, tucked under his pillow while he slept.

(Y/N) felt her heart flutter with excitement and her cheeks grew warm and darkened in color, something inside of her stirring and building at the sight of him. She shifted a little and chewed on her bottom lip, her eyes taking in his peaceful expression. It wasn’t often she saw a Winchester so relaxed, especially Sam. It was a refreshing sight. She almost didn’t want to wake him.

A hint of a smile tugged at her lips, despite the situation she found herself in. What the hell happened last night? She tore her gaze away from the youngest Winchester and began to search the room for some answers, scanning over the discarded beer bottles and nearly empty bottle of Jack Daniels next to the sofa. The sight of it made her stomach flip and turn. She wouldn’t be drinking any of that for a while.

Another groan left her and she had to shut her eyes to help fight off a wave of nausea. This would be the last time she’d let a Winchester talk her into drinking again. She combed a set of fingers through her tangled (Y/H/C) hair, ruffling it up a bit at the roots in an attempt to tame it after her apparently eventful night. Something snagged in the strands and she pulled her hand away to examine it further, her eyes going wide once again. 

There, on her left hand, a delicate diamond ring sparkled in the afternoon sunlight. It wasn’t overly large or bulky and it felt out of place on her finger, but it was breathtakingly beautiful. Her eyes darted back to Sam and, regretfully moving too fast, she yanked his pillow from under his head to get a better view of his hands.

He woke with a sharp intake of air, his head jerking upward and making his vision spin. “What is it? What’s wrong?” He mumbled incoherently, still half asleep. (Y/N) ignored him and grabbed for his left hand, while also carefully keeping the blanket tucked close to her naked frame. 

Sam was confused and groggy, his face heavy with sleep. His hair was tousled and sticking up at odd angles, and if (Y/N) wasn’t already preoccupied, she would have thought he looked adorable. Though, in her eyes, Sam Winchester was always adorable. 

As suspected, there on Sam’s left hand, was a black wedding band circling his ring finger. Uh-oh. An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of her stomach and the blood seemed to drain from her face; what did they do?

Sam studied her face, his own filled with concern as he followed her gaze, dropping it to their hands. Realization quickly took over and a hint of a smile pulled on his lips. He shifted and took her hand in his, their fingers lacing together. 

(Y/N) was puzzled by this gesture and her eyes snapped to his, his hazel gaze overwhelming her. She felt her heart beat a little harder, a little faster, inside of her chest as she watched Sam. He moved on the mattress, his muscles flexing and shifting under his tanned skin. His weight caused the bed to shift and dip differently as he moved closer. 

She couldn’t breath, couldn’t speak. He lifted a hand and gently brushed it against her cheek, tucking away a few strands of hair. Her face burned with a blush and she found herself wanting to burrow into the covers and hide forever, but she was frozen in place, hypnotized by the beautiful man in front of her. 

“You don’t remember, do you?” He asked, his voice a bit gravely with sleep, but full of kindness and adoration. Was this really happening?

(Y/N) shook her head, still unable to find her voice. Sam smiled fondly, dimples creasing his handsome face. “I’m not surprised, we were both pretty wasted.” He laughed lightly, the sound filling her with so much joy. He rubbed circles into the back of her hand, the pad of his thumb much rougher than she’d imagined. It was nice, though, and the gesture made her chest swoon. 

“The shortened version; after Dean ditched us at the casino, we decided to check out The Strip. More alcohol was consumed, feelings were announced, lots and lots of kissing,” He flashed her his boyish grin and looked up at her through brown bangs, his own cheeks flushed with color.

The more Sam spoke, the more blanks he filled in and the distorted images in her mind were starting to become clearer. He chuckled before continuing, “We, uh, accidentally stumbled into one of those,” He used his hands to emphasize what he was saying, “over-the-top, overly exaggerated churches,” He laughed again.

“With the Elvis impersonator. Oh god.” (Y/N) recalled and dropped her face into her palm, hiding it. They both laughed, a little embarrassed by their actions… but somehow, not regretting them. 

“Right.” Sam confirmed, a smile still adorning his face. “Well, one thing led to another and…” He held up his hand, twisting the band around with his thumb. 

The pair of them sat in silence for a moment, despite a few longing gazes and giggles, letting everything that happened in the last twenty-four hours sink in. Her eyes fell to the diamond sparkling on her finger again and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. 

“What’s goin’ on in that pretty head of yours?” Sam asked with care, gingerly touching her exposed knee to steal her attention. He offered her a closed lip smile for assurance, urging her to share her thoughts.

“This is crazy, right?” (Y/N) stated, the rational part of her brain taking over. Her heart couldn’t be happier, but there was no way this would actually work, right? They were drunk. Fuck, were they still drunk? Panicking, she moved to stand up, taking the sheet with her and wrapping it around her tiny frame, covering her exposed skin. 

She paced a little, padding the length of the bed and back again. “I mean… we’re married, Sam. Fucking married… man and wife… sickness, heath, death due us part… married.” 

Sam watched her, his eyes lingering over the skin he could see from where the blanket hung low, hesitating on the dimples of her lower back. “Is it though?” Sam asked from his position on the bed, stopping her in her tracks. 

“What?” She snapped back and looked at him in bewilderment, but then quickly averted her gaze, having forgotten he was completely naked. 

“Is this really that crazy?” Sam corrected, moving to join her on the other side of the bed. 

(Y/N) didn’t notice his movement, her eyes closed with frustration. “Sam.” She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose between her finger and thumb.

“No, I’m serious. (Y/N/N), look at me.” He encouraged, his voice gentle. He stopped in front of her and gently caressed her cheek, before hooking his finger below her chin, tilting her head to look up at him. She couldn’t help but lean into his touch, her worries already beginning to ease. 

His large, puppy dog eyes bore into hers, making her legs feel weak. “I don’t regret our decision, however reckless it may have been.” He laughed a little, before continuing, “I haven’t been this happy in a very long time,” He said, swallowing thickly and forcing his Adam's apple to bob with the motion. 

“I am beyond crazy about you, (Y/N/N), have been for a while now and I know you feel it too… you admitted it last night.” He reminded her with a smirk, making her blush again. “I just… I fail to see how this is a bad thing. And I don’t want to.”

(Y/N) stared up at him, stunned into silence. How could this be happening? Everything she’d ever wanted to hear him say, he was saying it. Right now. Right in front of her. Sam and all his glory, was admitting that he loved her. “Well what are you waiting for, then? Kiss your wife.” She muttered, breathless.

A smile broke across Sam’s face. He didn’t need telling twice. He dipped his head and her eyes shut, her long lashes fluttering. Their lips crashed together, molding and morphing into one, as if they were meant for just that purpose. She parted her lips for him, inviting him in.

(Y/N) felt herself moving closer to Sam, her body moving on it’s own accord, her hands releasing the blanket in her grasp as she pressed her palms firmly into his bare chest. The sheet fell into a heap around her feet, forgotten. Her hands travelled up, bracing herself with his strong shoulders as she hoisted herself higher, wanting to be closer.

He groaned and placed his large hands at her thin waist, spraying out his thick fingers and dimpling her skin. His tongue eagerly tasting the inside of her mouth, hungry. He lifted her with ease, his hands moving down to cup her ass and she responded with a moan, her legs wrapping around him. 

Sam turned toward their bed, gently laying her against the mattress while he hovered above her, careful not to put too much weight onto her. His lips left her mouth and attacked her neck instead, leaving a wet trail along her jawline, traveling down to her pulse point where he suckled gently. He nibbled at her ear, his breath hot and heavy against her flesh. She shivered beneath him. “I’m going to do more than just kiss my wife.” He promised through a lustful growl.

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But Dean only rolled his eyes and went back to whatever he had been doing before he decided it was necessary to give you a hard time. You preoccupied yourself with a search on the laptop for a new case or some weird happenings you could monitor — anything to keep you from staring at Jack again. 

“Possible poltergeist in Salt Lake City. Anyone wanna go?”

Dean, Sam, and Jack agreed one after the other. You nailed down a few details while the boys packed up the Impala; thirty minutes after you had found the case, the four of you were on the road. Dean drove, Sammy took shotgun, which left you and Jack to share the backseat. If you weren’t so bothered from Dean’s earlier comment, it may not have been that big of a deal. 

You buckled your seatbelt and scooted as far over as possible. There was so much room between you and Jack, both Winchester brothers could have comfortably sat between the two of you. 

“Everything okay, Y/N?” Jack asked in his innocent way. He wasn’t self-conscious that he had done something, but you guessed he could sense the tension coming from you and wanted to fix it — not because he returned your feelings but because he was Jack. Sweet, good, caring Jack. 

You nodded and gave him a tight smile. “I’m tired, is all. I’ll sleep on the way, I think.”

Jack nodded an acknowledgement to your statement and went back to looking out the window on his side. You balled your jacket up to serve as a pillow and tried to fall into a restful sleep during the bumpy ride from Lebanon to Salt Lake. 

Something about the way Dean was smiling to himself made you wary when he came out of the motel’s front office. He handed a key to Sam, then one to you. 

“One double room and one single left. Sammy and I get the double, you and Jack can share the single.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, ready to spew all sort of vulgarities. Jack beat you to it though, grinning as he took the key from your hand. 

“It’ll be fun! I’ll get our stuff out of the trunk.”

As he went off to complete the task, you looked at Dean. “I fucking hate you.”

“You love me — but not like you love Jack,” Dean teased, walking away before you could punch him again. “Listen, let’s get unpacked and go start asking some questions.”

Nodding, you jogged to catch up with Jack so you could change your clothes to something more befitting your cover. 

The hunt was nothing out of the ordinary for a poltergeist — dirty, scary, and damn near fatal. Fortunately, you all made it out of there with your lives, mostly whole, and the house was now poltergeist free. 

After a few beers and one hefty cheeseburger, you went back to the hotel room for a shower and what was certain to be better sleep than you had gotten on the ride out. Jack had stayed behind with Sam and Dean, so seeing him sitting at the foot of the bed when you came out of the shower was a surprise. 

“Didn’t expect you to be there,” you chuckled nervously, running a hand through your wet hair. “Have enough fun with the boys?”

Jack shrugged. “They said you have nightmares sometimes after hunts. I thought maybe you’d want to not be alone when you go to sleep. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s fine, really. The startling and the sleeping — you can go back to their room, if you want. They don’t sleep but for a few hours and you don’t sleep much. I’m just gonna crash.”

“I’ll stay.”

You nodded and gave him a tight smile. “Okay. G’night Jack.”

“Good night, Y/N.”

He stayed at the foot of the bed; you crawled under the covers and arranged the pillows so that you had one under your head and another you could hold on to while you slept. You turned on the old television in the room, letting the background noise lull you sleep — a plan which found success far sooner than you would have imagined. 

The nightmares came. Your subconscious mind conjured up images of the poltergeist no longer being in the house, but instead coming after you and the Winchesters and Jack. It tore Sam and Dean to pieces and burned Jack from the inside out before coming after you. Blood sprayed everywhere as it came after you, striking again and again until you could feel the life leaving your body. 

And then, you were calm. The poltergeist was gone, there was no blood, anywhere. You were at the lake with the boys, enjoying a perfectly warm, sunny day. The sudden change  startled you more than the dream, pulling you from your sleep. 

Someone was in the bed with you, holding you close. You rolled to your back and saw Jack leaning over you. 

“Jack … what …?”

He pressed his lips together, perhaps worried about what your reaction would be to his explanation. “You started to scream in your sleep. I calmed you down. Gave you a better dream. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

You sat up and so did he. It took a few deep breaths, but you were finally able to shake your head and dismiss his concerns. 

“The dream was good — usually don’t get one of those after a nightmare, is all. I’d rather be awake than in that nightmare.”

Jack gave you a hesitant smile. “So you’re not mad?”

“No. Not mad. Thank you, Jack.”

“You can go back to sleep. I’ll be right here in case you have another nightmare.”

This was a dangerous situation for you; it was far too easy to lay back down and let Jack tuck the covers around you. He stayed close as you drifted back to sleep, stroking your hair and telling you in a soft voice one of the magical stories his mother had told him before he was born. 

Maybe you would never get the gumption to tell Jack how you felt, but as long as he was around, you had no doubt that you would sleep safe, haunted by nothing but sweet dreams. 

Your face lights up when he walks in with the kids, you’ve already memorised some of their names, and his face lights up when you add sprinkles to some of their treats per the kids requests.

He strikes up a conversation with you each time, as the kids all fill the booths and the two of you look over them, wiping messy chins, placing napkins to avoid stains on uniforms, and picking up fallen spoons, exchanging them for clean ones.

You also give him a discount, after all he brings in so many customers. He always refuses but you don’t take a no for an answer.

They don’t leave until the very last kid is done with their treat. Making the most of each second he gets to talk to you.

Since he discovered your little shop he’s come here alone a few times and with his troop four times, and he always makes you giggle with his jokes and blush with his words.

You hate saying goodbye to him but he promises they’ll come back, after all the kids love her treats, and so does he. You also bravely admit you love his company and his face gets so red. It’s adorable.

There’s a chorus of “Bye Ms. Y/N thank you for the food” as the kids file out and Bucky’s giving you one last wave goodbye and a wink promising to see come by tomorrow.

He’s going to gain like 100 pounds if he keeps coming to see you but he doesn’t care.

When they day’s over, he catches a ride home with Steve, his best friend, when he picks up Evan, who’s munching on a cookie he saved.

“How was your day with Uncle Buck and your friends today?”

“Good! We went for treats again!”

“Again? Uncle Bucky is spoiling you guys”

“They are marvelous, so they deserve a treat” Bucky argues back. 

“I think Uncly Bucky takes us there so he can see Miss Y/N” Evan says innocently, causing Bucky to turn bright red and turn so fast to look at Evan in the backseat it almost gives him whiplash.

“Miss Y/N huh?” Steve is mocking and Bucky glares at him.

“Is she your girlfriend?” Evan continues.

“S-She’s not” Bucky coughs “yet” he whispers, wishing he can someday say you are, and looks back at Evan with a fake menacing glare “and someone is about to lose their loyalty badge”

“BUCKY AND MISS Y/N SITTING ON A TREE!” Evan chants all the way home, with Steve joining in with the “K-I-S-S-I-N-G” as Bucky sinks down on the seat laughing embarrassedly. 

this was written very quickly so im sorry its bad and sorry if there’s any mistakes.