Chapter Six: That Much Series Masterlist: Masterlist?
Pairing: Sam x Reader
Word Count: 1186
Summary: What happens when a Winchester winds up with a curse on his hands? Or more specifically, on his lips? Only chaos, comedy, and cuteness ensues.
Just So You Know: This series will have seven chapters which have already be written and posted regularly. I've now returned after 5 years to post the last chapter lmao. It’s small and sweet but I really hope you enjoy it nonetheless. My apologies for, most likely, many mistakes. Let me know what you think! (Gif credit to the remarkable: @frozen-delight )
"Just, go away Y/n!" Sam shouted from behind the door and you gave him more fist to wood frame pounding in response.
"I said go away, Y/n!" He says again. And people call you the childish one. 'People' being you because you know no other people.
You kick the door with your feet, hoping to break it down but don't even try with full force just in case you might fall on your face. Instead you let out a huff and smack the door one last time before you walk away.
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"Oh hey, Y/n," Dean says with a smile as you bust open his door and stomp inside. "You wanna watch this episode wi--"
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"Dammit, Sammy! Let me in right now or so help me Satan, cause I will play dirty if you do not open this door right NOW!" You scream at the top of your lungs.
You continue to pound your fist against the wood as you imagine a very confused Sam on the other side.
He opens the door cautiously as you rush inside and slam it shut behind you, locking it just in case.
"How are you able to talk?!" Sam asks, obviously trying to imagine what just happened.
"I kissed Dean!" You shout, still with your aggressive tone. Sam gives you wide eyes and raises his hands.
"You kissed Dean?! You kissed my brother?!" He asks, shocked.
You move in closer to the little Winchester and start to jab at him with your pointer finger.
"That doesn't matter right now. What matters is why you've been acting weird all day and looking at me weird and what you saying all that weird stuff was about!" You state and take a step back so he can respond.
"I--I don't… I don't know what you're talking about," Sam sputters out very unconvincingly. You raise your eyes at him, sending fear into his soul as you take a step closer towards him, backing his body into a corner. "I, uh… I… I.." He tries to speak but can't concentrate as he keeps knocking stuff over trying to squirm away.
He stops for a moment and makes direct eye contact with you. Sam swallows hard as he tries to find the words while you just look up at him, unwavering and not even blinking.
"Speak," you demand.
"I..." Sam takes a deep breath and shuts his eyes. "Today was gonna be the day that I tell you something that I've been wanting to tell you for years now." He opens his eyes and looks at you and your confused expression.
"What?" You ask, trying to keep your hardened tone.
Sam looks down at the ground and starts to fiddle with his fingers, not wanting to admit what was on his mind.
"I was gonna tell you that…" He takes a deep breath once more and looks at you in your eyes, softly and unsure yet honestly. "I love you, Y/n."
"Huh?" You ask, confused on the words that just came out of his mouth.
"I'm in love with you. And I have been for several years now."
"Yeah, right."
"Yeah, I am right. I'm in love with you. I love you."
You look at him with uncertainty and he meets you with a sincere look. He nods yes to your thoughts but you just turn back and laugh.
"Funny, Sam. Real funny," you shrug off. You hear Sam sigh and he reaches out for your hand, turning you back around to face him.
"It's not a joke, Y/n. This morning, I was making a spell to turn a flower into your favorite flower and that's how I got myself hexed."
"Why would you do that?" You raise your eyebrows at him. He chuckles a little but tries to convince.
"I wanted to give you flowers for the date that I was gonna take you on tonight. I wanted to get your favorite flower but it's not in season. I found a spell, did the spell, did it wrong, ruined the date tonight and apparently ruined my chances with you."
"W--wait a second," you speak slowly as if trying to understand a different language, "You like me?"
"Yes, Y/n."
"You sure?"
"Yes, Y/n. I'm sure."
"Huh."
You look at Sam as you ponder your thoughts, extremely confused of what is happening. Before you could say anything, Sam took your other hand and sat the two of you down as he propped his elbows on his knees.
"You don't believe me," Sam stated almost matter-of-factly.
"Why would you like me?" You ask innocently.
"Because, I just do. I like everything about you Y/n. The way you get scared when you're with me but become fearless when you help others. I love the way you act like a child because trust me when I say, it gets overbearing when you live with two grown ass men, one older than the earth itself." Sam smiles but continues. "I love the way that you notice small and minuscule details. I love the way you call me 'honey,' I love the way you play with my hair and cuddle up to me sometimes which I know you think I hate but the truth is, I only hate it cause I can't hold you like I really want to. You're beautiful, intelligent, kind, amazing, caring, generous, funny as hell."
You start to feel your face get hotter by the second as you feel Sam's thumb graze over the back of your hand and hear the words he says pierce your heart with a cupid's arrow.
"It's taken me a long time to admit that I love you, Y/n and I hate that the day I planned on telling you failed miserably. But just know that I don't hate you. I will listen to you talk for hours upon hours because I love to hear your voice. I love to hear you sing and I don't care what I have to do to make you believe me when I say I love you. You're my bestfriend and the only person who I care about as much as Dean, if not more. And if you don't feel the same way, then that's okay cause I can't hold this in any longer. I just wish that my first kiss with you was cause of some stupid curse."
"Sam," you speak up, eyes meeting his as he watches you, unsure of what's to come. But before you say another word, you take him by his hands and stand him up, pull him down, wrap your arms around him, and make, the hell, out as if your life depended on it.
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"Sam," you breathe out, struggling to get air into your lungs.
"Yeah?" He questions with a smile and your heart does a flip.
"I love you too, honey," you admit, lip locking with your little Winchester once more.
BAM!
"What?!" You and Sam shout in sync.
"Oh crap," you mumble.
"What?" Sam asks, still holding you in his arms.
"Dean."
"Oh crap," Sam repeats as the banging on the door continues.
"What do we do?" You ask, a terrified look in your eyes.
"Um…" Sam starts to speak, "Well, first," he pauses to give you another kiss, "I'm gonna do that." He grins. "And second, I suggest we run like hell." He smiles and you laugh, the rampaging rhino not even phasing the two of you as you start to kiss again.
"Wait!" You shout. "Where are the gloves?!" You ask, looking up at the giant.
"In baby," he responds.
"You think we take him?" You watch as the wheels turn in his head and a smirk form on his lips.
"Well, one thing is for sure… he ain't getting anywhere near my baby…"
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Summary: What happens when a Winchester winds up with a curse on his hands? Or more specifically, on his lips? Only chaos, comedy, and cuteness ensues.
Just So You Know: This series will have seven chapters which have already be written and posted regularly. It’s small and sweet but I really hope you enjoy it nonetheless. My apologies for, most likely, many mistakes. Let me know what you think! (Gif credit to the wonderous: @oneshoeshort)
“You’re kidding right?!”
“Nope, Sam’s silent for 24 hours!”
“Awesome!”
“Hell yeah it is! Now we don’t have to listen to him geek out over whatever it is that he does which I usually tune out.”
“This is incredible. I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy before.”
“Me either!”
You and Dean looked over to Sam who well, if looks could kill…
“Aw,” Dean started to say, reaching across the war room table to pat Sam on his shoulder. “It’s alright Sammy, only a day long. You’ll even be asleep half the time anyhow!”
“Shame though,” you let out.
“Tsk, tsk, yeah. Such a shame.” Dean shook his head and Sam’s bitch face turned into one that was happy to recognize that his best friend and brother finally understood that this was not a joke.
“I mean, think if it lasted a week!”
“Exactly!” Dean went on and the two of you broke out in laughter as Sam threw his hands up in the air with a face full of defeat.
“Oh come on, Sam,” you started, having trouble holding back a smile. “Quit being so sour about it. It could be much worse.”
“Yeah, and weren’t you the one who said, ‘It’s okay, I know what I’m doing,’ when you decided to mess around with magic?” Dean stated and you hummed in agreement. Sam rolled his eyes, clenching his jaw as he huffed. “You know, I do have to admit, usually it’s the witch herself that casts a curse or hexes someone but you,” he started to chuckle, “You did this all on your own buddy boy!”
You and Dean continued to laugh with glee as you watched the youngest Winchester’s cheeks turn red in embarrassment.
“Listen honey,” you continued to add on to the roasting, “You always claim that you are Mr. Perfect who never ever screws up, always pinning bad situations on us two, so we are gonna enjoy this for as long as we can!”
“Hell yeah we are!” Dean shouts, reaching over towards you for a high five which you happily return. Sam tries to speak but it comes out as grunts which only causes you and Dean to continue into another fit of giggles, tears starting to form in your eyes.
Sam stood up from his seat and came over to you, hovering over your shoulder in an agitated manner as you wiped the water streaming down your eyes, trying to catch a breath.
“What?” You let out in an exhale as your eyes met his. This was the most you’d laughed in a long long time and just seeing how pissed he was was the cherry on top of the sundae. You didn’t even like cherries but you sure as hell liked this.
He stood still, waiting for you to stop laughing, long enough for him to ‘speak.’ You looked at him, waiting for him to open his mouth just so you could burst again. He raised his eyebrow at you and threw up his hands. Whatever charades he was playing, the only thing it was doing was making Dean belly laugh.
“Alright, alright,” you took a deep breath and finally tried to help sort out whatever Sam was trying to ‘not say.’ “What is it, Sam?” You asked and were met with him doing some sort of sign language to which you just shook your head. “Sam! I do--I don’t know sign language!”
“Yeah, so just,” Dean spoke, trying to search for something, “Here.” He handed his brother a pen and paper and Sam took it quickly, writing down his words.
“What can I do to get rid of the hex?” The paper read as Sam held it in front of both of yours faces. You and Dean looked to the tall long haired man and smiled.
“Sorry, hot shot,” Dean answered. “You either wait out the 24 hours or pass the curse to someone else.” Sam threw his head back in a sigh then went to write down something else.
“How?” Was written on the paper.
“You gotta kiss someone.”
Sam went to feel the bridge of his nose as he scrunched up his face in stress. You couldn’t help but smile. Your best friend, Sam Winchester, was speechless for a whole day. Oh what fun.
“You’ll manage,” Dean grinned and let out another chuckle while Sam’s bitch face was turned up to bitch level one-thousand. You pitied the poor soul for a moment before he looked at you with impatient eyes. There was a moment of silence between the three of you as you put two and two together.
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“Oh hell no!” You shouted. “No way are you kissing me little Winchester!” Sam tried to speak in defense but of course came up blank. You rolled your eyes and Dean started up laughing again. “I can’t believe you’d actually consider making me get the curse just so you could speak!”
“Sammy, you sly dog! Is this your way of finally getting Y/n to kiss you?!”
Sam’s face turned bright red and you were positive yours were turning as well.
“I know that you liked her but this is a cheap shot! Even for me!” Dean continued. He started laughing and you started to smile big at the thought of Sam liking you. No way was that true. Sam was Sam and you were Y/n. Bestfriends. That’s all. Or at least what you had to tell yourself every time the idea of wanting something more entered your mind.
Sam was quick to stand up and stomp out of the room in further embarrassment, leaving you and Dean chuckling in response.
“His face was priceless!” The older brother stated. You tried to laugh rather than pause and go into detail about his previous statement about the other thing that would only confuse you so much more.
“Yeah,” you let out, unsure of the situation. You shook your head and brushed it off as nothing then stood up from the table. “I’m gonna go check on our little voiceless Ariel.”
“No, do--don’t associate him with Ariel! That’s gross! I like her!” Dean muttered as you left the room.
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“Can I come in?” You asked as your knuckles hit Sam’s door frame. You didn’t hear a response but then it set in as you chuckled at yourself. “Oh right,” you said, opening the door then pulling it shut behind you. “I forgot.” You smiled.
Sam was sitting up on his bed, back against the headboard with his arms crossed as you gave him a grin. He glared at you with his big hazel eyes and you just trudged over to his bed, falling on top of him and the mattress. You stretched out your limbs knowing that you were annoying him but he couldn’t do much about it, letting you get the chance to take advantage of the situation.
“So,” you started to speak as you crawled over him as he stayed still with a frown on his face. “How’s your day going?” You smiled, enjoying the situation. He let out a huff and decided to break eye contact with you, ever so dramatically, and look somewhere else in the room. “Wha?! Look at me! Don’t look over there!” You shouted, watching him lick his lips almost mockingly, knowing that it made you mad when someone didn’t look you in the eyes. “Look at me! I’m talking to you!”
You sat in his lap, looking straight in his face, waiting for him to look at yours. He kept turning his head every which way just to annoy you. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t working. You and Sam knew each other long enough that you picked up a thing or two of how to piss the other one off. And one thing that pissed Sam off was when you played with his hair or cuddled up close with him. God knows why. If it were you, having someone play with your hair or have their arms around you would be like a little slice of paradise. But in this case, you wanted to make him mad.
“Oh look at that,” you said nonchalantly. “Your hair looks so soft! I wonder what it feels like?!” You giggled as you saw the corners of Sam’s mouth form into a reluctant smile. You pried his arms from their crossed position, blocking his chest, and then wrapped your legs around his waist knowing full and well that he was bound to break. You knew what you were doing. He knew what you were doing. The only thing left to do was make him give up and smile.
You moved closer to him, showing the absolute biggest smile on your face as you began to move your fingers through his hair. You weren’t lying about it being soft. It was so very soft that you often got jealous because he wouldn’t ever tell you what shampoo and conditioner he used. You were so close to getting him to give in.
He continued to stare off into the distance, clenching his jaw to the point where it was about to pop, doing all he could to not look at you.
“I asked you how your day was, Sammy.”
There it is.
Sam’s eyes went from glaring at the wall to looking straight into your own. You tried to keep a straight face for as long as you could. You knew that you had him in your clutches now.
“What?” You asked innocently, tilting your head to the side. He raised his eyebrow at you, knowing that you knew exactly what he knew. You let a moment slip by as you fiddled with the strands of his hair and propped your arms on his shoulders. “What is it… Sammy?”
You stared blankly into his face, getting inches away, doing what you could to make him break. He shook his head no and you raised your eyebrows in question.
“What is it, Sammy?”
His eyes were about to pop out of his head. He shook his head no again.
“Sammy?”
No.
“Sammy? Sammy?” Every time you said it, you used a different tone just to make him crack. You cleared your throat to do your best Dean impression as you called out, “Sammy,” again making him smile.
“There it is!” You laughed and this time he shook his head with a grin coming from his lips. “I know how you just love being called ‘Sammy!’ Don’t you?!” He shook his head vigorously as you continued to laugh, enjoying your win. You looked into his eyes and saw a bit of a glimmer, not expecting what was to come next.
Within a moment’s notice, Sam wrapped his arms around you and took you for a spin as he pinned you down on your back. You did not like where this was going. He was not gonna do what you think he was gonna do.
“Don’t!” You warned as a smirk crossed Sam’s face. If he hated having his hair played with, or if you even hated people not looking at you in your eyes, this was the bell of the ball when it came to getting you pissed off. “Don’t you dare!” You shouted again. You tried to move but he had you stuck, unable to wiggle out of this one. “Sam, honey,” you started to plead with him as a last resort. “Don’t, I beg of you. Please little Winchester, don’t do it… SAM!”
You started to scream out loud as he did it. He did the one thing that you hated more than the devil himself.
Tickling.
“Sam! Sam--Sa--Sam! Stop it! St--Sto--It!” You tried to speak but couldn’t even get out full sentences due to the pure, genuine, laughter coming from your core. “Sa--I ca--I can’t--Let me--Sam!” You kept cackling, having a hard time keeping your eyes open as tears started streaming from them. You kept getting glances of Sam looking so joyous as he got the drop on you, knowing that you were gonna give him hell to pay, enjoying it while he could.
It was about the longest minute of your life as you completely were at a position in which you could do nothing but cry tears of unwanted joy. Sam kept going, breaking down all your walls as your deepest and truest laugh came to the light. You hated it, hence, you hated being tickled which is exactly why Sam was doing it.
Finally, Sam let you breathe without having to gasp for air with his big hands, brushing against your sides. You took a breath as he fell with his back on the bed next to you. You turned your head as he turned his, facing each other. He gave you a big smile and you struggled to not do the same.
“I hate that you know my tickle spots,” you admitted. “I hate it with a passion.” He took a happy sigh as you continued. “I seriously hate it, it’s not fair! You are like the only person in the world that gets to hear my horrific laugh and every single day I think about killing you so that no one can bear witness to the monstrosity!”
Sam smiled even bigger as he threw his hands up in the air as a reaction to the statement. Right about now, if he could talk, he would be questioning your reasoning like always.
“I’m serious, Sam! I’m gonna kill you one day and I’m warning you now so beware the next time you decide to cruelly tickle me!” You crossed your arms in a huff and watched as Sam leaned over close to you, eyes on you, grinning, and the grin was getting infectious. You bit your lip, using all your strength to not break but then… he winked… you were gone.
“Dammit, Sammy!” You yelled with a clear smile affecting your tone as happiness filled your voice. One look from Sam and you knew his thoughts. Before he had the chance to try and tickle you again, you kicked him off of you, right where it hurt, and crawled out of his bed.
You watched as he would curse you if he had the voice, rolling around in the bed, with his face barged in the pillows. You giggled at the sight.
“Quit being dramatic, Sam. You’re not an actor, only a techie.” You claimed. Sam’s face shot up quickly and the anger radiated from his expression. Before he could move, you went to grab one of his flannels that you loved so much and headed for the door knowing that he couldn’t stop you.
“Be ready in ten,” you ordered. “You’re coming with me to run errands.”
Sam raised his arms, obviously wondering why he had to go with you.
“Because, Sammy, I said so!” You answered, running off down the halls in another fit of giggles.
Chapter Five: It’s Been an Eventful Week --- Series Masterlist: Masterlist?
Pairing: Sam x Reader
Word Count: 1666
Summary: What happens when a Winchester winds up with a curse on his hands? Or more specifically, on his lips? Only chaos, comedy, and cuteness ensues.
Just So You Know: This series will have seven chapters which have already be written and posted regularly. It’s small and sweet but I really hope you enjoy it nonetheless. My apologies for, most likely, many mistakes. Let me know what you think! (Gif credit to the remarkable: @sasquatchandleatherjacket )
The ride back to the bunker was quiet. No music playing, no words spoken, only silent tears shed and looks of sadness dancing in the air.
Once the car was parked, you rushed out as quickly as possible and made your way to your room, passing by Dean's as you heard the Mystery Inc. theme song playing for what was sure to be the 280th time in a row.
You slammed the door to your room shut and hoped on your bed, curling up into a ball with your moose plushie as tears started to run down your face. You didn't know why you were so worked up about it all, you just were.
You've changed. Changed a lot. You have become a brand new person and sure the scars, bumps, and bruises that it took to get here is beautiful, but seeing someone who remembers the old you, it's scary. You wish that you could just change your name and move way, knowing all of your past would only be a faded memory. If only.
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Several minutes had passed by the time a knock came at the door. You didn't answer, not wanting anyone to bother you but not being able to find your voice either.
As the door opened, you moved so where you sat up against the headboard, wiping away tears, then folding your arms over your chest, closing off and shutting down the best you could.
Sam came in the room and shut the door behind him. You tried to avoid eye contact, sniffling every five seconds. You couldn't help but glance in his direction as you watched him put his hands in his pockets and lean against the back of the door.
He sighed, trying to draw attention to himself as he looked around the room casually.
You didn't pay him any attention.
He sighed again, louder than before, obviously trying to get you to look at him.
You glanced up for a split second, hoping to go undetected, and you watched as he whistled a little tune nonchalantly.
You knew what he was doing.
Sam then casually waltzed over to your bed, taking his time with each step as if he was strolling in the park. Once he got to the edge of your bed, he fell on it, not even minding having his back sprawled out over your legs. He was taking up all the room like a starfish.
You tried to move your legs from underneath the mammoth of a man but failed miserably. All he did was sit up and move forward to you. You should've seen this coming.
Sam sat up straight and turned to face you, your back still to the headboard, doing all you could to avoid eye contact.
"Oof," you let out in a grunt as the younger Winchester pulled you a little bit away from the headboard and then sat in your lap, facing you, moving his legs around your back, work boots and all, wrapping his limbs around you.
The 220 pound man sat right on top of you, staring right at you, grinning. He was mere inches away from your face, showing that stupid little smile of his, teeth gleaming, dimples… dimpling?
Sam put his elbows on your shoulders, using them to prop his head up in an annoying fashion. He started to fiddle with your hair, running his fingers through out it. He wasn't even trying to be nice, he was literally playing with it to the point where the front of your face was covered in hair where he moved it, attempting to start a braid.
"Sam," you mumble under your breath. He doesn't respond and just continues his braid, squirming to get more comfortable on your, significantly smaller than his, lap.
"Sam," you say again as you hear a happy little sigh coming from him, ignoring you. "Sam!" You shout as you whack his hands away and brush the hair from your face, seeing him for the first time in a while.
He looks at you with this stupid shocked and startled expression, with big eyes and a gasp coming from his mouth that is not helping you at all when trying to stay steady.
You clench your jaw, practically holding it tight, as you look at him dead in the eyes with a death stare. You don't break that easily.
Sam opens his eyes even bigger as he blinks and gives you a reenactment of how such a stupid look on his face came to be.
You broke.
You start to giggle and Sam smiles wider and wider, following up face as you try to hide your smile. You push him off of you but he comes back like one of those punching bags cause his boots are wedged between you and the headboard leaving him stuck.
"You're such a jerk!" You shout, doing what you can to sound mean and not like your laughing at every syllable. You try to stand up so where Sam can move away from you and when you pull him up to help him stand on your bed, he hits his head on the ceiling causing a burst of laughter from you.
Sam frowns as he takes his hand to the back of his head for a hit. The two of you sit down on the bed and you look to his hair just to check.
"You're fine, honey," you state with a smile as he tries to hold his in. "You're a jerk and a stupid one at that but you're still fine," you breathe out.
Sam rolls his eyes as he smirks at you. You stare at each other for a moment, reading one another's thoughts. It doesn't take a lot of brain power to know what you're thinking or even what Sam is thinking for that matter.
"I don't want to talk about it, Sam," you state solemnly, getting an unenthusiastic reaction from Sam. He shakes his head with a frown and you become quick to defend yourself. "Sam, come on! It's just something I don't want to talk about. I'm sure you don't even want to hear about it!" You laugh to yourself a little as you press on. "We both know that you'd much rather spend your time doing something else than spend it with me. You don't even like hanging out with me and that's perfectly okay! I don't like myself all that much either," you admit.
Sam hangs his head down low and scratches the back of his head as he stands and starts to walk out of the room. You grab him by his wrist but he tries to shake it off.
"Sam, don't be all pouty!" You exclaim, stopping Sam in his tracks, causing him to turn around and grab you by your shoulders, bringing you close as he gives you a quick kiss.
You stumble a little backwards, surprised at his actions. Sam quickly licks his lips and puts a hand on his hip.
"Do you really think that?!" He questions and you become slightly frozen in response. "Do you really think I don't like spending time with you or--or don't want to hear you talk?!" He asks, sounding offended by your previous words. You shake your head yes, confused on the matter.
Sam takes a deep breath and calms down for a moment as he runs his hand through his hair. He clears his throat and turns to look at you, dead in the eyes.
"Do you really think that I don't like you?" He asks with a hint of hurt and regret in his voice.
You say nothing but look at him with wide eyes.
"Guess I really screwed this up then, huh?" Sam mumbles to himself, probably hoping you wouldn't catch it but you did, causing you to place a hand on his shoulder and raise your eyebrows in question.
Sam looks down at you and you see confusion and sorrow in his eyes. The missing combo to what his eyes have been telling you all day.
"I've gotta go, Y/n," he states as he walks out the door and shuts it behind him.
You try to shout, yell, scream, call out, snap your fingers, clap your hands, anything to ask him what all of that was about but you get no response, just a head filled with confusion of what you may have done wrong.
You take a seat on the edge of your bed for just a moment, realizing it's been a long time since you'd seen Sam so distraught. Probably not even this kind of distraught. You don't know what to do or how to react. He literally took all the words from your mouth.
But, when you can't find the words, you make a hell of a lot of noise.
You stand up from your bed and burst out of the room, running to track Sam down. You catch a glimpse of his back and hear his feet walking away as he heads to the archive room.
You bang on the door as he shut it in your face, bringing out the impatient and angry temper tantrum child out of you.
"Just, go away Y/n!" Sam shouted from behind the door and you gave him more fist to wood frame pounding in response.
"I said go away, Y/n!" He says again. And people call you the childish one. 'People' being you because you know no other people.
You kick the door with your feet, hoping to break it down but don't even try with full force just in case you might fall on your face. Instead you let out a huff and smack the door one last time before you walk away.
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"Oh hey, Y/n," Dean says with a smile as you bust open his door and stomp inside. "You wanna watch this episode wi--"
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So in the episode where the boys take a walk in the spirit world during season 4, Sam tells Pamela "You're a sight for sore eyes," to which she then makes the comment, "what do you say to deaf people?" As a sarcastic comeback. However, I'll tell you exactly what he said:
Aloha guys and gals! Here is my Supernatural Masterlist! Some titles are in the works, some are one and done, and others have yet to come. This is a reminder/write this now! list to help me stay on track and to keep you, whoever reads my scrambled mess of work, to stay informed! Thank you for reading! Feedback is appreciated!
One Shots:
The Cross and the Grave
A Moose in Headlights Sam x Reader
Symphony of Sadness & Chorus of Pain
Ye of Little Faith
Thing Sam x Reader
No Words Sam x Reader
Drunk and Loving
Welcome To My World Castiel x Reader
Put Your Head On My Shoulder Dean x Reader
Series:
Spells Out Trouble Dean x Reader (finished)
Happy Horror Awaits Sam x Reader (in progress)
Kiss and Tell Sam x Reader (finished (5 years later))
