"𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭" - 𝐬.𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you are in your early 20’s, sweet and innocent. sam however? he’s late 30’s. but you have a crush on him that he’s very aware of. but he’s also very aware of your age gap of almost 14 years.
older!sam x fem!reader. SFW (contains suggestive thoughts - no sex included)
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About 2 years ago, when you were 19, a ghost was haunting the apartment you and your friends rented. It was so scary, every night you heard tapping on your window but your friends assured you it was nothing. But one night, everything got cold- the thermostat reaching into minuses that could only be paranormal. A figure appeared infront of you, it was a tall man with a top hat. he had some sort of metal weapon, wrapped in barbed wire. you had said a prayer to yourself, you couldn’t run anywhere, you couldn’t hide. all you could do is stand in shock as the fate of death settled in. all you could be lucky for was the fact your friends had gone out tonight.
suddenly your door was broken down, it was a man about 6’0- rough around the edges with a cap on. he had showed up to your house earlier than week, but then he was a FBI agent. now? he was some sort of damn superhero. the next few moments had blurred as you watched this man- who was no age to be fighting like this- take this figure down and watch as it burnt.
that was who you would later know as bobby singer. after the entire ghost situation, you were pretty traumatised. so bobby told you everything about ghosts, about how he saves people and how rewarding yet tiring it is.
over the next few months, bobby would come and check in on you. until one day, when he left, you left with him. your life in bags as you joined the hunting life.
now you were 21, bobby loved you like his own and you saw him as a father figure. you hadn’t had much of a dad, so having someone like bobby was a blessing. he didn’t let you come on many hunts, you didn’t mind honestly. you liked researching over the action part, you felt like belle with the amount of books from bobby’s collection you had read. you met a lot of his hunting buddies, but for some god forsaken reason he didn’t want you meeting sam and dean winchester- especially dean. you’d asked him why and you’d always get the same response:
“i love em’ to death- i do, but deans a damn idjit, they both are. i don’t want your innocent self getting mixed up with the likes of dean.”
he said it out of love, you knew that. and you knew that they were both a fair bit older than you, dean was 18 years older and sam was 14 years older. he didn’t want dean fooling around with you.
but it’s not dean he should’ve been worried about.
one day, sam and dean had came to bobby’s. you told him you’d be out for the day but your plans were cancelled, so when you got home there they were.
they were both attractive, of course. but sam? he was something else. the way his brunette hair framed his face and was a little longer than the average male, the stubble that was shadowing a beard you could only dream of. every feature on his face was perfect. his height was another thing, you had to tilt your head almost all the way back just to look at him. and he was huge. when he went to shake your hand, your hand was the size of his palm. he was rough around the edges and you loved it.
the starry eyed look you gave him didn’t go unnoticed. he smiled, repeating what he’d busy said again.
“i’m sam.” he said a little louder, snapping you out of the small trance you were in. you smiled and nodded.
“i’m Y/N. nice to meet you.” after a handshake that lasted way too long you stepped back, bobby gave you that ‘don’t you dare’ look.
but of course, you didn’t listen.
it was now months after meeting sam, you had a huge crush on him. he knew it, dean and bobby knew it- hell the neighbours cat knew it. but he just wouldn’t. he felt almost guilty, like he was taking advantage of you. you were 14 years younger than him, legally it wasn’t a bad thing, but it felt immoral.
but he couldn’t lie, you were cute.
your little freckles that invaded your nose, those mary jane’s you seemed to practically sleep in that you’d always wear with some sort of ruffled white socks. you dressed so innocently in florally or lace dresses. and you barely wore makeup, it honestly surprised him how naturally beautiful you were. how your cheeks were naturally a shade of soft pink- atleast they were around him. he also loved how you didn’t play the dumb girl act, you were so smart and weren’t afraid to challenge him on his intelligence.
but it was still wrong. he couldn’t go there with you.
today sam and dean were at bobby’s, helping him with a case. bobby and dean were outside looking at a broken part on dean’s beloved impala whilst sam stayed inside researching. you peaked your head around the corner, making sure dean and bobby were out of sam’s sight before going into the kitchen and getting a cold beer from the fridge. you then walked into what bobby called his office, sam was there focusing on a book. you smiled as you saw how his eyebrows stitched in concentration.
you walked over and sat on the opposite side of the desk, putting the beer down which caused him to look up from his book. you smiled.
“figured you’d need it, you look stressed.”
you were so kind to him. he smiled and wrapped his long fingers around the bottle, putting it up to his lips and taking a swig.
“thank you. this is a little stressful.” he said with a sigh.
for a moment you just sat there, debating on what your next move should be. you then stood up, moved your chair so it was next to his and sat down, taking the book and putting it in your lap.
sam was hyper aware that you’d moved closer to him, a part of him knew he should keep the distance. but he found himself looking through the window in the kitchen infront to see if dean and bobby were still outside, which they were.
you turned the book to its cover, it read ‘mythical beings and creatures.’ on its brown, worn leather cover.
“what are you trying to do research on?” your eyes moving from the book to his face, secretly admiring how beautiful his eyes were.
“sirens, i know a little bit about them but, not enough.” he took another swig.
“well this isn’t the book to look in then. the page on sirens fell out a few months ago, bobby had to buy a new.”
you then stood up, making your way over to the shelf and scanning the books. you finally found the one you were looking for, it looked a lot cleaner than the others. you opened the book to its index, running your finger across the page until you saw ‘SIRENS…. 86-88’. you flipped to that page and put the book infront of him.
“here you go” you said with a soft smile, sitting back down next to him. you were looking at him like a dog would to its owner, waiting for him to thank you.
he smiled as he saw that look, not being able to hold back a small chuckle.
“thank you… this is very useful.”
as he began reading, he could feel your eyes on him. you were bold though, even when he’d look back at you, you wouldn’t look away. you’d just carry on looking. at some point he looked out the kitchen window again, seeing bobby and dean still outside. he turned to face you, letting out a soft sigh as he said your name.
“look… don’t get me wrong. i’m flattered- i- i really am. but these puppy dog eyes you keep giving? it’s gotta stop…” he said softly, he was trying to be as nice as he could. let you down slowly.
your smile had dropped a little, not completely though.
“why?” you were genuinely curious which earned a small huff of laughter.
“you’re 21, i’m 35. i mean- we celebrated your 21st birthday a few months ago, you’re barely even allowed to drink. i’m too old for you.”
your smile was gone now. too old? you looked down at your lap where your fingers were.
“am i not mature enough for you?” you asked softly which caused his heart to ache.
“god no.” he almost immediately reassured you. “Y/N it’s nothing to do with that, you’re so smart. so mature,” you looked up at him again. that damn puppy dog look that made his heart ache.
“you’re too sweet for me, too innocent for someone so much older.” he paused. “please try to understand…”
you did understand, you just wished he didn’t see you like that. saw you for what you were, a woman. not some innocent girl. you nodded.
“okay..” you then stood, brushing your dress.
“but if you give it more thought?” you leaned down and kissed his cheek. “you know where to find me” you said with a smile as you walked off, your shoes clicking softly on the wooden floor.
sam couldn’t help but smile. you may have been this sweet, innocent thing. but you were also confident, feisty. it was endearing. and he’d be dammed if he could get that kiss of his mind now.
oh bobby was so gonna shoot him.
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