Fulfilled: Sam Winchester x Reader (Sequel to Restlessness)
Okayyyyyyy!! I kinda didn’t expect to have a second part or sequel to Restlessness because it was like, dipping my toe into the water to see if I was gonna regret it or not, ya know? But I’m one of those people who hate having cliff-hangers and like to know the full story hehehe SO! I tried to do something a little different...ish. I don’t know.
But without further ado, let’s get to the story! Let’s get it!!!
Angst (smidgen), mild-language, a few swears (not too many), action sequence (*hides in a corner*), Dean being a dick, depression, suicidal implications, MAJOR FLUFF ALERT!!!
Sam Winchester x Reader-insert
Fulfilled: Sequel to Restlessness
The flush echoed around the hall as Y/N trudged from the bathroom to her bed, calling for her to become lost in the wondrous bliss it undoubtedly offered. With her feet shuffling against the cold floor, her eyes were closed as she navigated her way to bed, sighing in relief at the warmth the bed radiated still from her short visit to the toilet. Sleep had been short and rare in the last few days, her body clock still trying to situate itself back to it’s original timezone.
As the warmth of her bed engulfed her, tired eyes remained closed as she drifted off into a dreamless sleep again, something that had become a regular occurrence. With the hopes of catching more than 3 hours sleep, Y/N’s chest began to evenly rise and fall with each deep breath.
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“What do you want me to say N/N? I can’t do anything from my end, considering you know...he walked out. You just can’t keep stalling”
Dean’s voice flowed through the flip phone in Y/N’s hand, her hand scratching at her messy bed hair, eyes still closed from the lack of sleep.
“Bobby’s not me is he? That old bastard reads too much into things, now trust me on this alright? Demons are rare okay? Hell, you and I both know that Dad’s-”
“I know he’s tracking one Dean! I’m not an idiot! But all the omens and signs point to-”
“Enough Y/N. You’re acting like a child alright? I get that you want to be in Sammy’s life like before, but you’re there to look out for him, do you understand me?”
“You don’t have to make up a false case just to get me in town alright? I’m already hunting down Dad…”
The words that followed were drowned out, her body freezing up as if she’d been dunked into an ice-bath.
“Y/N? Are you still there? Look I gotta go, but...Dammit, just keep your eyes open for something that’ll pop up, like a shifter or something.”
As he hung up, the phone dropped onto the bed, hand still frozen in mid air in disbelief.
Looking at the clock next to her bed, Y/N shook her head, reluctantly getting out of bed to start the day. The past few weeks, something had been off; there were people waking up after an intense blackout session, the scent of sulfur in the air and the worst obviously being the omens reported in the news.
After his passing years ago, Y/N’s father had left his journal to her; one of many resources in which she’d identified the presence of demons in the area. Wiping her eyes in a huff, she tore her hair from its messy do, letting it fall naturally as she moved on to her clothing.
Under the hot, steaming water all her thoughts resurfaced; the loneliness, the betrayal. All of it consumed her mind as the bubbles and soapy water cascaded down her body, washing away the hazy fog of sleep. Within half an hour, Y/N stepped out of the shower and wrapped the white towel around her body, before reaching for the soft peach one on the sink, towelling her hair dry gently.
Another half hour passed as she stepped out of the bathroom, body moisturised and dewy looking, hair still damp. As she threw her undergarments on, her hands automatically reached for the small bowl of hair ties on her wardrobe, brown in colour; and wrapped two quickly around her left wrist, running her right index finger around it three times before getting to work on her hair.
After blow-drying and brushing, the dry, H/L hair was tossed into a messy bun before jeans were pulled on. As she dressed, the silver glint of her father’s dog tags caught her attention, boot clad feet trodding to pick the delicate chain up. After tossing them over her head, they settled against her chest, warming at the temperature of her skin.
Today was going to be tedious, circling around Sam and Jess’ shared apartment looking for any signs of demonic presence. Picking up her back-pack, filled with flasks of holy water and spray cans, Y/N pinched the worn rosary off her bedside table and wound it around her wrist, tucking the pocket bible into her jeans.
With wallet and phone stowed carefully in her back pockets, Y/N set out for the day, her gut turning and churning more at the thought of her early morning conversation with Dean.
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Two weeks had passed as Y/N’s ears perking up at the rumble of the familiar beast just around the corner, her body freezing in the bushes as her eyes widened in complete surprise. It was roughly around 3am, Sam and Jess had gotten home about an hour ago and it had been silent ever since.
With wide eyes, she watched as the black Impala pulled into a car space a couple blocks away, listened as the door creaked and slammed shut; familiar sounds that sent a spark of warmth into the pit of her stomach. Dean was here.
It was mere minutes before she saw those familiar bow legs, the silhouette of the tall man almost made her leap to her feet. Almost. But she sat and waited, watching as he scaled the wall to Sam’s apartment before he disappeared from sight.
As quietly as she could, Y/N stood to her feet and stepped out of her hiding spot, shooting off down the street to the Impala while pulling out a sheet of paper and pencil.
I’m a phone call away - Y/N
Having left the note in Dean’s glove compartment (having taken great care not to damage the car as she broke in), she sat silently in her safe haven. The smell of the car, the feel of the worn leather seats, even the creaks and groans of the metal as she closed the door made her reminisce of happier days.
Of days spent laying sprawled on the back seat with Sam, both parties giggling at the scenarios they came up with and the power of their imagination. Of days watching the world fly by, the sound of Dean singing to John’s classic rock cassettes to annoy Sam, his mossy eyes lighting up as he sang louder and off key. The colder, winter days huddled beneath the packed duffle bags for warmth because the heating was out. Or the sticky hot summer days spent with the windows rolled down, wind whipping around them, blocking out the noise from the stereo.
All of these memories came flooding back as Y/N crept back to her hiding place, watching as the lights suddenly turned on in the apartment. With displeasure, she sat back on the ground, picturing her surroundings and listening for any disturbances around her.
As the front door opened, the breeze blew through the leaves of the bush, rustling them and bringing with it the acrid smell of sulfur. Looking behind her quickly, alert E/C eyes scanned the area, crawling out of her hideaway and heading to the bench of the next apartment block. The scent grew stronger, making Y/N cringe as she slid against the wall, hidden in the darkness. With steps as quiet as a mouse, she moved like a stealthy ninja in a movie; not noticing the two sets of feline eyes watching from the trash in the alley next to the building.
As she rounded the corner, finding a sliding door heading into another apartment, she shook her head dejectedly, slumping next to waist height window. With a jump, she pulled away from her sudden resting spot, fingers coated in a fine yellow powder. With determined eyes, she lifted her fingers to her face, coughing as she inhaled the source of the demonic scent.
Before she could turn to face Sam’s apartment, two strong arms forced her into the wall beside the window, restraining both of her arms in an instant. In a panic, Y/N’s head swung back, just barely missing her restrainers face, using the minuscule time to bring her knee up to the wall and push back.
With just enough strength, the sudden movement threw her assailant into a surprised state, allowing her enough time to lift her foot up to the wall as her body was being forced forward again. In an instant, the momentum from the body behind her aided in her being able to ‘run’ up the wall, flipping over the person behind her; tangling her hands and pulling painfully at the strain in her shoulders.
If I can just get my arms free
As she was letting gravity do the rest, she focused her attention to her arms, gradually coming closer to the unknown person’s face. With a split decision, hands hardened from the hunting life grasped tightly to the man's chin; identified only by the stubble Y/N felt against her palm.
With surprising strength, as soon as her boot clad feet came into contact with the floor, Y/N threw all her body weight forward, almost toppling over by the force of the man’s body rolling over her. A cry of pain pierced the air as Y/N’s shoulder popped from the complete movement, finally being free from her attacker who was panting on the ground.
With lightning fast reflexes, another hand flew out from behind her, grabbing her shoulder in a tight hold.
It’s dislocated...what do I do?
As if watching everything in slow motion, she came to the final conclusion.
Her mumbled sentence came out, faint as a breath of air as she concentrated on the unrelenting hold on her left shoulder.
With an arm on her shoulder, Y/N knew she had to either;
Figure out how to get her new assailant to slide his hand down her arm so she could somehow jump with her feet planted firmly against them, therefore providing enough traction in order for the bone to slide back under her shoulder blade or
Find a way to create enough force down with her already dislocated arm, so again, the bone would slide down and up into place
Acting quickly, her right hand shot up and fast as she could, pried the gigantic hand off her shoulder, turning and releasing him so his hand landed further down her wrist. Without even looking at the person who held her, she closed her eyes and jumped, flinging her legs out to catch the man in the chest.
As if kicking a wall, her legs pushed back as her body plummeted to the ground, a loud click echoing around them before both bodies hit the ground with a thud. Holding in her screams of pain, Y/N clenched her jaw, scrambling to her feet, right hand clutching her shoulder as she took off.
With every step Y/N ran, her shoulder jostled in pain causing the edges of her vision to blur slightly, feet pounding the pavement as she shot through every alley and off street she could find. By the time her body finally kicked in and began to shout messages at her (‘Um so newly set shoulder, it hurts. Stop moving’) she was panting, leaning against the college bar, her left hand tingling from the fingertips.
With eyes closed tightly and lungs working overload to regain enough oxygen to not black out, Y/N didn’t hear the two sets of feet running a few streets over.
With swayed steps, Y/N began to move into the darkness again, hoping the shield of night would help hide her from the sudden danger she was in. But before she could turn fully into the alley, the felines that had been watching her earlier decided to make an appearance right under her foot, causing a screech to leave her lips as she fell.
Right into the arms of a panting giant of a man. And behind him stood his big brother, both looking worse for wear as they tried to catch their breath, having finally brought this pursuit to a close.
“Dammit kiddo-since when could you-oh my god-do that!”
Dean’s body had doubled over, his chin already showing the purple bruises from the grip Y/N had on him earlier, glaring at her when his head finally came up.
Sam’s eyes were wide in disbelief as he lowered her body to the ground, up against a wall for support, his hands instantly pulling away as if he’d been burned. He had stopped panting as hard, obviously the fitter of the two men, as his eyes flitted around Y/N’s body, staying on the injured shoulder longer than the rest.
With a weak smile, a grimace spread across her face as she used her back to stand up, the army green jacket torn at the left shoulder.
“Dammit...this was my favourite jacket too…”
In a whispered voice, she avoided looking at either of them both, choosing instead to search for her car keys in her back pocket, wincing as she realised they were in her left pocket. Before she could even reach with her left arm, Dean’s arm shoved Sam out of the way, gently holding her wrist before he reached around and grabbed her keys for her.
A gentle smile was on his face, defeat clear in his eyes as he looked at her. He was scared. Nodding her head for him, she took her keys and looked to Sam.
“Dean’s here for a reason...so what’s up?”
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Waking up with a sharp inhale, tired eyes observed her surroundings, smiling gently at the giant sleeping beside her. Two boxes still sat on her bedside table, with her attempted letter still half finished on her desk on the other side of the room. The third box discarded and kicked under the bed.
It had been exactly six months since Sam had came to her room in the middle of the night, asking to talk. With a mind full of different possible scenarios, Y/N grinned at the memory of the stuttering mess she became as soon as she gave him permission to come into her space.
With wide eyes, she watched the door as it slowly, gently swung open so as not to frighten her, his messy bed head popping around the corner before he let himself fully through the door, closing it quietly behind him.
The volume of his voice remained the same, but it felt as if he’d shouted it across the room, her heart almost beating out of her chest.
“Sam, we-we said...we s-said we needed t-time-”
Her face grimaced, face almost radiating as hot as the sun as she glanced into her lap. Sam didn’t move from his spot, wishing he could just run to her and hold her body close to him; to feel her, hold her and never let her go.
Coughing gently, Y/N closed her eyes and took a breath, pushing any worry and doubt from her mind. For this to work, she couldn’t doubt herself, refused to revert to how she used to judge and hate herself.
“I was writing you a letter.”
With her eyes focused on the floor directly in front of Sam, she told him in detail what she was going to write to him.
“I’ve been on antidepressants since Stanford, but for the last three months I haven’t taken them. I just, I don’t know.
I felt different. Like I was slowly becoming...me again. But...that case. I almost-almost gave up. On everything. On you. Dean. Me. I took the box and emptied all the tablets out into a cup.”
With her confession, Y/N stood up to sit on the bed, nodding as Sam came to sit beside her.
“I didn’t. I promise. Once I cleared my head, I poured them into the toilet and flushed...I keep the box with me because I know I can be me again.”
Reaching over and grabbing one box, she handed it to him and watched in complete awe as his hand crushed the box and dropped it to the ground.
“You are so fucking strong sweetheart...I-”
The words had left Y/N’s mouth before her brain could even comprehended what had been said, and by then it was too late. Sam had frozen in his place looking into her E/C orbs, eyes wide and mouth agape.
The silence that followed felt like hours, days even and before she knew it, one complete minute had passed. Then another. With eyes landing in her lap, Y/N sat there, mentally berating herself for letting such a bomb drop on Sam without even thinking about what would happen, what he would think...how it would affect their damaged relationship.
With eyes squeezed shut to prevent tears from cascading down her face, she didn’t notice Sam softly getting to his knees until her grabbed her hands and buried his face against her neck. Within seconds, her sleep shirt had become soaked from the mixture of their tears.
Sam whimpered and mumbled against her, moving his face to nuzzle against the non-existent bulge in her belly.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry baby...Please, I’m sorry.”
The couple cried together, found comfort in each other as they held onto each other as lifelines. When the crying had died down, Y/N sat, carding her fingers through his hair to untangle it as Sam clung to her, arms wrapped tightly around her body.
Sam had turned his head, his ear up against her stomach as he repeated himself. She looked at him in shock, watching his head come back into view as he pulled away from her, his arms holding onto her hands.
Staring into his multi-coloured eyes, Y/N couldn’t help the tears that started to fill her own E/C hues.
“I’ve hurt you all of our lives...and yet you still love me. I don’t deserve you, I know that, Dean knows that. Hell you should know that!”
With a chuckle, his hand, all calluses and warmth cupped her cheek, thumb wiping away the stray tear that had escaped and betrayed her.
“But this time apart has made me realise that I can’t live without you by my side. Hunting, its-it’s the family business...but, for you. I’d give it all up. All of it, hell, I’m sure knowing that there’s a little one on the way, so would Dean.
Whatever you want sweetheart...I’m going to spend the rest of my life and whatever I have in the afterlife doing right by you, I promise you Y/N L/N.”
Without even realising, both his hands were on either side of her face, holding her in place as he stared into her eyes, into her soul.
And looking into his, she could see the sincerity...the unbreakable vow he’d just declared. She saw their future, side by side, surrounded in their ability to love and fight for each other. She saw them as a family, everyone; Dean, Cas, Sam, their child...and maybe in the future, children.
“I’m also going to tell you this right now. I know I can’t make you forget what I did to you at Stanford…I know that. But if you’ll let me, I’m going to spend every waking moment of my life making new memories to remember...and hopefully-”
Reaching into his sweatpants pocket, he pulled out a simple silver band; not in a velvet case, or a fancy bag. With an embarrassed smile on his face, he held it in his palm for her to see.
“-I’ll be able to do so, by your side as a husband who will love you and cherish you everyday of my life.”
With a grin still on her face, she lifted her hand to her face; the plain band as blinding as the biggest diamond in the world.
His husky voice filled the air, a heavy band of warmth wrapping around her stomach, his arm pulling her into his equally warm, shirtless chest as he nuzzled his face into her neck.
“I’m fine Sammy, just baby Winchester using my bladder as a soccer ball.”
With a content sigh, Sam’s hand rubbed Y/N’s swollen belly like he did every night since he’d found out. Feeling the gentle kicks of their child was just as comforting as watching Sam get on his knees to have his daily conversation with the little bun. Or watching Dean reading all these newborn books and magazines that had mysteriously appeared in the bunker.
“Are you sure you don’t want to know the gender babe?”
Nuzzling as close to Sam as she could, Y/N sighed out loud before laying her hand on top of his.
“It’ll be an incredibly fulfilling moment when their born though, knowing that you’ve carried, fed and nurtured them. Knowing that despite what gender-”
Grabbing his hand, she brought it up to her mouth, placing a gentle kiss in the middle of his palm before putting it right over the next kick.
“-we’ve loved them regardless. And we’ll fight tooth and nail for them to know that.”
“With you as their mother sweetheart, there is no way they’ll ever think otherwise.”
“Though I can’t wait until I can see my toes again...The technician does still have doubts.”
Leaning up onto his elbow, his hand still in it’s rightful place.
With a gentle push and a noncommittal grunt, she snuggled her back against his chest, placing the special pillow under her growing belly. It was silent for a while, and as they both began to drift off into a tender slumber, Sam kissed her, filled with all the love he held for both the woman of his dreams and his child that he’d always loved.
When his soft snores filled the room, her hand tightened its hold on the arm wrapped around her.
“Whether it’s because of your size that it’s just one baby or if it’s twins…”
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AAAAND! That’s the end of it! I actually didn’t expect to write so much for this sequel as well but, by the time I finished the action sequence, I’d gotten to like, 8 pages hehe. I blame my binging of MCU films in the lead up to the release of the Infinity Wars Trailer release!!
But again, if you have the time to, please please pretty please leave me some feedback? Message me, tell me you like it, hate it blah blah blah. Anything at all guys, I really do appreciate it. It’s like getting an adrenalin shot when I see that y’all like it or leave notes and whatnot
So (even tho, again, this was pulled out of thin air) THAT concludes the end of this one-shot/two-shot thingy. I hope you all enjoyed it. Thank you again for taking the time to read this, until next time!! Muuuuch looooove
