contains. est. relationship, close proximity, set in early seasons, use of petnames (baby, love, honey, sweetheart), dean's trust issues from past relationship, reader being everything he needs and more
rayne's notes! this is a request from @insjdious-blog , i may turn this into multiple parts just because i love the idea <3 hope u enjoy
dean was worried, like really worried. he promised he wouldn't "play hero", swore even. but his gut feeling had told him to check out that storage unit, although he was right and saved the next possible victim before anything could've happened. he didn't know how you would react. would you yell at him? would you lose your trust in him? would you leave him? he couldn't bare the fact of living without you. he would rather lose baby than lose his baby.
the drive back was quiet, neither sam or you had said anything. dean knew the risks that came with doing something so reckless. he knew there was a chance he wouldn't have made it out. despite the fact he did, he could sense all the "what if's" circling everyone's mind.
once he pulled into the motel's parking lot, sam got out and went straight to his room, shutting the door with a little too much force for it to be normal. he winces as the door slams and the car shakes. you get out and sit in shotgun. still quiet. he thinks your upset, you're definitely mad at him. he definitely fucked it up for you two now. right?
"are you alright?" your voice comes out soft and concerned. his face contorts, hes surprised at such a soft tone. he expected your words to be "how could you do that?" "how dare you?" but never that.
"...you're not gonna yell at me?" he questions
your eyebrows furrow in confusion, and shake your head once
"are you hurt anywhere? did he get to you?" you tilt your head
"...no, no honey. m'okay" he assures skeptically, wondering if this is a trick and the scolding will come right after. but it never does
"you're not mad at me?..."
"mad? why would i be mad?" there's still a hint of worry in your eyes that he catches.
"why would y'be mad? i did something stupid, and you're not mad?"
"no, love. i could've lost you today" you reach for his hand, his is clammy. probably from the nerves.
"oh..."
he's about 99.99% sure he just fell in love with you all over again. you're not mad at him. it all clicks for him. you genuinely care about him and his health. you want to make sure he's okay. you love him.
"de?" you squeeze his hand "where'd you go?"
he snaps back to the conversation
"god, you're perfect, sweetheart" he blurts out
you chuckle softly, still looking at him like he hung the damn moon.
"love you too, de."
"no like, you're actually perfect. i don't know what i would do without you"
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contains. est. relationship, close proximity, sam being a cute nerd
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the sun shines bright today, there's soft wind and a bright blue sky. after months of snow slush on the side of the road and pure fatigue from cloudy days. you could finally feel your skin soak up the rays of light. you rush to ask sam to go out, on such a nice day how could he say no?
you find him in the library, his eyes glued to the letters on the page of the thousand year old book. you repeatedly tap his shoulder
"sammy, sam, sammy, samuel, sam" you repeat until his head tilts up then back down.
"hm?" he's half listening to you and half still engaged in his book
"wanna go outside? it's really nice out! did you see?" you rambled on, your energy radiating off you
"uh, mhm. yeah, honey" he muttered
forcefully, you shut his book and toss it on the table next to him
"hey! I was reading that."
"I know" you grinned "but i wanna go outside with my boyfriend, and i can't do that if a book is keeping him busy" you stated
he chuckled and stood up, towering over you and presses a kiss on your forehead
"alright, cmon, we can go out" he starts "we can take baby's keys, but don't tell dean"
you snicker and nod, happy that he agreed. he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and led you outside, you let him blab about whatever he was reading before. some of the information registers some of it goes over your head. he notices and simply smiles to himself that your so entranced on spending the very nice day with him.
he ends up taking you to an ice cream parlor and you pick out your favorite flavor and he gets his. of course he decides to take a huge bite of your cone after he asked to "have a small taste". afterwards you drive around with him, hand on your thigh and rubbing small circles which sends sparks through you and it makes your heart all fluttery. he roll the windows down and laughs when your hair blows everywhere and in your face, he gets karma when his window rolls down and his hair gets all in his face. you laugh just as hard.
you love spending sunny days with sam, it's like a breath of fresh air after all the horrid things you see on a daily basis, from beheading a vamp to stopping an apocalypse. it all leaves you with bits and pieces missing from your soul. but you can always count on sam to fill in those empty spaces with his warmth and love he will always share with you.
contains. est. relationship, close proximity (to the end), reader being mean to sam, sad sammy :( , use of pet names (honey, sweetheart)
requested!
you yelled at him, snapped viciously. and now you felt guilty after seeing his eyes drop to the floor and his shoulder fall, he had asked you if you wanted to go out to eat since he noticed you were upset. you didn't mean to yell, you meant to simply tell him you weren't hungry...
"well maybe if you weren't reading every damn second instead of actually paying attention you would know why.but I guess books are more important than me now, right?"
ouch. yeah that wasn't fair at all, he was giving you space and you knew that. he knew better than trying to get you to talk about how you feel when you were snappy and irritated. but in an attempt to try and be helpful earned him harsh words in a bitter tone. he didn't fully respond just simply walked away with a small murmured "sorry." under his breath and that kicked puppy look.
he locked himself in the library after, trying to drown the hurt he felt while burying himself with the latin phrases that flooded his mind. you rarely ever yelled, only once or twice at him but that was years ago when you both were young and dumb, arguing over the smallest things because you both felt things too much, too deeply.
which is why you were annoyed, you woke up with your alarm blaring in your ear, the artificial light above blinding you because sam forgot to turn it off after he got up. that was not a great start. then you padded into the kitchen for breakfast, you could smell it from your shared room, sam cooking three different things for each of you. something greasy for dean, a healthy but hearty dish for you, and a simple smoothie for himself. usually you would greet him with a hug and a kiss on the cheek but when you didn't he knew something was off.
he set your plate in front of you, you blinked and groaned at what was on your plate. you did not feel like eating that. when you pushed it away and got up with a scoff, his face fell a bit. he always works hard to make you a meal you could enjoy, he feels proud when your happy about something he made happen.
but now he's hurt and you're not exactly annoyed anymore. you feel bad, you can't stand seeing sam hurting over something you did, it feels like a piece of you broke off and is slowly withering away until it's no longer repairable. you have to apologize to him
"sammy?" you call out as you walk into the library, finding him without the spark that lives behind his eyes, that makes him him.
"hm." he acknowledges you
"hey," you start "I wanted to say that, im sorry...sorry for snapping, I just, im having a bad day, and it's not fair for me to take it out on you. it's actually really shitty but nothing was working out today and I felt overwhelmed and—"
you get cut off from rambling when his arms wrap around you, steady and safe. like he's trying to shield you from whatever made you feel like this.
"i'm sorry, sammy..." you mutter against his chest, your own arms circling his middle as you melt into him, always a safe grounding when you need to land.
"i know, sweetheart." he holds you tighter "i'm not mad, I knew something was up today, i didn't mean to make you feel like I was prying."
"no, sam you didn't do anything wrong it's my fault for yelling. you were just trying to help.." you tilt your head up to look at him, he presses a kiss to your temple
"im sorry you had a bad day, honey" he adds "offer's still on the table, we can go to that diner you like. my treat"
"it's always your treat, you would die before you ever let me pay" he laughs softly and places a kiss to the crown of your head
"but yeah, I wanna go." a smile plays on your lips and it's his favorite sight. he never wants you to feel like you have to handle everything on your own. he's always there for you to lean on, figuratively and literally. he will be your rock when everything crumbles down.
Hey! I was wondering if you could do a SamxReader blurb or whatever about reader being overwhelmed or like stressed out and Sam comforting her? Maybe she just woke up feeling off and she’s snappy but she doesn’t mean to be if you know what I mean? Really nothing with fluff and hurt/comfort is great. Thank you!!
soft sam, soft sam, soft sam. i made this a with a little too much hurt, whoops. the ending is cute tho 💗 i hope u like it!! here!
