#sam and reader

“Okay, but rebuttal, Dean is his entire world.” You counter, trying to argue your way out of this conversation. Sam being in your room was normal, but right now it was like he was suffocating you.

Sam groans and runs his hands down his face. He says your name slowly and sighs, “You’ve said, maybe, ten words total to him in the couple of years you’ve been around. You’re going to have to talk to him eventually.” 

“I just don’t understand why he had to pick such an attractive vessel. ‘Cuz, like, he picked it, right? He had to come down to earth and choose a body to inhabit?” You complain, hoping the angel will pick up on your thoughts one day so you don’t have to say them.

Sam smiles softly at you and says your name once more. “He heard Jimmy’s prayers for God, and he answered. Can’t help that he was an attractive man to begin with,” the brother laughs and pats your cheek. You roll your eyes and flop back onto your pillows. You sigh loudly and dramatically, entertaining the younger Winchester. Two sets of thunderous footsteps break your dramatics.

“Sam?” You hear Dean ask through your door, knocking. He says your name as well before slowly opening the door. “Just makin’ sure no funny business is goin’ on,” he looks between the two of you before stepping fully into the room. Before you can give a smart-ass response back, Castiel steps through the doorway.

“Dude! She’s like our sister!” Sam throws the pillow he’s been holding at his brother. He dodges it effortlessly, and it hits the angel in the face. You immediately cover your mouth with your hand to attempt to hold back your laugh. Castiel seems completely unfazed, which spurs your laughter more. Sam snorts at his lack of reaction and the way you’re trying to hold it together.

“You did not have to throw the pillow at me,” the angel deadpans, moving closer to the bed where you and Sam are still seated.

Sam laughs out loud, “To be fair, I was aiming for fuck-face over there.” At that, Dean crosses his arms and sits in the chair you have by your desk.

Working up the courage despite your pounding heart and pumping adrenaline, you blurt out: “You can sit on my bed as well, Castiel.”

His head practically whips to you, eyes searching for yours. This does nothing to quell your nerves. The angel nods silently and sits at the open end of your bed, beyond stiff. Studying him quietly, you smile to yourself. The Winchesters both take notice of this interaction, both silently conversing, Sam trying to signal to leave.

Dean clears his throat and makes an excuse to leave your room, Sam following suit. You try to protest, but Sam shoots you a look that says, “Do it; thank me later.” You sigh and turn to Castiel once the brothers leave. “So…” you start, fidgeting with your thumbs.

“You are nervous around me.” He doesn’t even phrase it as a question. He knows it’s true. Castiel shifts on the bed, managing to get closer to you. Closer to you! You repeat in your mind.

You nod, “Yeah, I am.”

“I do not understand, I help the Winchesters. Does this not soothe your nerves?” His voice is addictive, the cadence of his words lulling you closer to him. 

“I mean, yeah, it soothes me… but you’re,” you study him, being this close is intoxicating. Does he even know what he’s doing?

“I am what?” The response is immediate. He craves human validation, you remember Sam saying something along those lines a lifetime ago. 

“Intimidating,” you confess. You have no fucking idea why you’re admitting everything. His presence is domineering in your space, he is everywhere. This is the first time you’ve had a one-on-one conversation with him, and it’s like you’re vomiting every thought you’ve ever had about him out.

The angel sighs and tilts his head. “I have heard that before. Dean told me to work on being more” he rubs the back of his neck, signaling embarrassment– “welcoming.” You smile at his admission of guilt? Maybe it was something more. The mention of Dean from Castiel’s mouth stirs something within you. 

“I see…” You nod your head slowly and look down at your lap. You’ve imagined conversations with him, but this is something different. You never imagined being able to see each freckle on his face. Or his smile lines, carved so deeply in his face, although you’ve never seen him smile. Your mind races, what would he even smile at? The thought starts lingering, longer than you want it to. You’re hyperaware of the silence permeating through your room, unable to pinpoint the emotion behind it: Tense? Awkward? Comfortable? 

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Four more days have passed, and the tension between you and Castiel has not settled. Sam and Dean have picked up on it, although the angel has not noticed your unease. “How are your eggs?” he asks one day over breakfast. You nearly choke, not expecting him to speak to you. 

“Good,” your answer is short, trying to pretend that Castiel’s voice wasn’t sending shivers down your spine. The angel exhales and nods, deeming your answer sufficient. You study him quietly, poking at your eggs, scared to take another bite, just in case Castiel tries to talk to you again. 

Dean huffs your name, “Stop playing with your food.” Sam laughs softly at his brother’s attempt to fluster you. You raise your middle finger to him, rolling your eyes.

“‘m not playing with my food,” you grumble, still pushing your eggs around, “jus’ not hungry.” Castiel watches you closely, his gaze scrutinizing. Looking up, you lock eyes with him and he smiles softly. He looks at your food, then back to you, quirking his head as if he were asking a question. You furrow your brow, trying to hold a silent conversation with the angel while the Winchester brothers’ voices fill the air around you. Castiel reaches for your fork, still in your hand. 

“May I?” he essentially whispers, trying to keep the conversation between the two of you. You nod, watching his movements carefully. He gathers eggs onto the fork and lifts it to his mouth, taking a bite. What the fuck. Castiel chews slowly, eyebrows creasing.

“Good?” you ask quietly, examining his facial expressions intently. 

He shakes his head, swallowing, “Tastes like nothing,” he informs. You tilt your head, confused. What do you mean? Dean seasoned the eggs well. Your thoughts swirl around your brain. Castiel, reading your confusion, smiles and leans closer. Your breath stutters. He is so close that you can see all the different blues in his eyes. “I do not need to eat, therefore, it’s different for me,” the angel answers your unspoken question. 

Oh.

“Dean I-” you tried to speak but were cut off. “Hey, guys you ready to go?” Sam’s voice broke the scene. You and Dean took a step back from each other, his hands still on your waist to help steady you. “Are you ok (y/n)?” he questioned in concern seeing how Dean was helping you stay up. “Yeah, she just made a wrong move and needed some help. She’s just going to change clothes.” Dean said and cleared his throat. Sam just nodded. “Do you need any help getting to the bathroom, I know how much you hate public restrooms.” Sam offered. You let out a sigh and a small smile “No, Sammy I’m ok thanks though. I’ll uh-I’ll be back.” you told them and they both nodded. As you made a move to step you carefully moved so you wouldn’t lose balance like last time. As you walked away you were still holding Dean’s hand. You held onto it for as long as you could before you were out of reach and it slipped from your grasp. 

 You smiled at the boys before making your way to change out of your blood-stained clothes. You sighed to yourself and once you were out of view leaned against the wall. You smiled broadly and a blush covered your cheeks. 

“I love him… I love Dean Winchester,” you whispered to yourself in awe. You shook your head and pushed yourself from the wall continuing your quick but careful walk to the restroom. 

You got there and pushed the door open, you were met with the typical unsettling atmosphere of public bathrooms. You shivered and locked the door. Lucky for you it was a single room so only one person could be there at a time. You carefully as to not rip the stitches rid yourself of your shorts and flannel. Lucky for you the boys got most of the blood off of you while stitching you up, so that wasn’t too much of a worry. You looked at the clothes you brought with you and sighed not wanting to make it difficult for yourself with putting on jeans you picked up Dean’s flannel and threw that on. It was long enough to look like a dress on you so that’s how you wore it. 

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“So, Dean, she seems better doesn’t she?” Sam asked his brother. Trying to keep his feelings to himself. “Yeah she is doing better, I’m glad to have my partner in crime back,” he responded and Sam just let out a hum. “You and she seem to be ok now,” Dean commented. “Yeah, everything is forgiven. I think we got a bit closer after getting through that whole situation.” Sam crowed mutedly. He could feel a small smirk on his face. Even though he knew what happened he wanted to weasel his way in between you both. He still had that feeling of jealousy even though he knew he shouldn’t, he just couldn’t help it. You were being taken from him by his brother, the girl he loved was being swept into his brother’s arms and not his. 

“Oh, well that’s good. I’m glad you’re both ok now, don’t want a friendship ruined. I still haven’t forgotten what you said to her. It’s over now, but if you do anything like that again I won’t hesitate to punch you in the face.” Dean told his younger brother. Sam sighed. “I know. It’s over, now let’s just get her and get out of here. This place is giving me the creeps.” Sam told his brother, trying to move on from a past mistake his brother was holding over his head. 

“I’ll go check on her,” Dean announced whilst pushing himself off of the side of the car. Sam held his arm out in front of Dean, “I’ll go.” he told him. Dean was ready to fight him on this one but Sam looked at him with pleading eyes. “C’mon, she’s my best friend and she’s hurt. Let me check on her,” he said. Dean rolled his eyes, “Alright, go on, hurry up.” he sighed. 

Sam shot his brother a broad grin before walking to find you. Just as you closed the door behind you You looked up to see Sam standing in front of you. You jumped and placed your hand over your heart. “Shit Sam. Don’t scare me like that!” you blurted out. He laughed, and it made you laugh along with him. “Damn it Sammy.” you grinned. “What are you doing over here? Do you need to use the bathroom? I’m sorry if I kept you waiting.” you babbled. “No, it’s ok I just wanted to check on you,” he stated and held out his arm to hold onto. You chortled at his sweet actions. “Well, thank you,” you said. 

Sam looked at you and his eyes widened upon seeing Dean’s flannel hanging loosely around your body like a dress. His heart dropped just a bit, wishing that it could be his flannel on your body. 

“Sam? Are you ok?” you asked trying to snap him out of his little daze. “What, oh uh, I just was thinking about the interview,” he said with a small smile. You could see through him but you decided not to push it. “Well, you’re going to do great. I know you will, you’ve worked too hard.” you tried to reassure him. He gave you a grin, “thanks, now let’s get back before Dean has a fit.” he chortled. You let out a laugh as well and held his arm as you walked back to the car. 

As soon as Dean was in sight you smiled and a blush spread across your cheeks. He smirked at you and looked down. You got close enough to the car and walked on your own, you knew that you could walk by yourself but you took Sam’s offer to help you. 

“Looks good on you,” Dean said as you passed by him. “Well, I guess I have no other option than to keep it.” you raised your eyebrow. He chuckled “We’ll have to discuss that.” he shook his head. Sam kept silent as he reached the passenger side door. He watched as you and Dean exchanged that small moment and it made his whole body ache. Feeling in his body that someone was being taken from him. He wanted Jess and wanted you, that was now completely obvious.  As he watched these scenes unfold it scared him because he began to feel more strongly for you, but also in his heart, he was being pulled towards Jessica. He knew his heart was true and his body could become torn and confused. He was leaving again, back to his girlfriend and away from his first love. He didn’t know what to do. He’d just have to wait. 

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You brushed hands with Dean as you walked by him, and opened the door sliding into the backseat. He got in and sat behind the wheel and next to his brother. “Alright! I am officially the snack dispenser.” you declared and pulled the goodies out of the small bag they were in. “Thanks (y/n),” Sam said and you smiled. “Of course,” you responded.

“Thank you, Sweetheart.”  he chimed. “You’re welcome D.” you affirmed. Though Sam had that little bit of tension in him, the overall atmosphere in the car was warm.  You laughed and sang along to the radio. You managed to make them roll down all of the windows so you could feel the wind in your hair as you just sat back and smiled. Things were doing better with you and Sam, Dean and you were at the beginning of something and you didn’t focus on your uncertainty of his feelings. You leaned forward and placed your elbows onto the back of the front seat. “Hello boys.” you sang. Sam looked back at you and smiled “Hello duck.” Your already large grin seemed to broaden at that name. You rested a hand on each of their shoulders, you gave Dean’s shoulder a squeeze. You could feel him relax and it made you glad to relieve his tension from driving. You placed a hand on the nape of Sammy’s neck and played with his hair trying to relax him because you knew he genuinely was nervous about the interview. “Sammy,” you spoke. He looked at you wearing a smile. “I know that you’re nervous about the interview but you’ll do great. You have come so far and gone through so much. We are both proud of you and rooting for you because you’re family. You’ll do great. Please don’t forget to call ok, I want to hear all about it.” you expressed to him. 

“Thank you (y/n). I promise I won’t forget to call,” he assured you. “Good. “ you said pressed a kiss to the back of his head. You leaned forward even further so you could press a kiss to the corner of Dean’s lips. You could see an upturn of his lips when you pulled away. You rested back against the seat once more with a satisfied sigh. “I’m proud of us.” you thought to yourself. You felt at ease and finally just closed your eyes and let yourself sleep. 

“Sam, is she asleep?” Dean quietly asked his brother. Sam glanced back at you and answered “Yeah she’s asleep.” “Good, she needs it,” Dean says. 

Sam takes a look over at his big brother and decides to finally lift the fog from his head. 

“Dean? Can I ask you something?” he wonders. “yeah, course you can.”  he accepted the question. “Do you think that there’s part of her that still loves me?” He asked genuinely. Dean clenched his jaw and shifted in his seat the slightest bit. “I’m not sure… I know you made up but I think she knows you have Jess and she respects that.” Dean breathed out. Sam nodded. “Yeah, she’s like that. Even after I said those things she treated me kindly. There were a few times she took a jab rightfully so… but she was kind.” Sam stated. “Respect like that doesn’t come often but that’s what we got with her. That’s once in a lifetime, She’s once in a lifetime.”  Dean let a smile fall on his lips, but cleared his throat and let his lips fall into a straight line again when he saw his brother looking at him. 

Sam sighed heavily and ran a hand over his face ready to ask his brother the question. 

“Dean do you love her?” Sam posed the question he’d been dreading. 

Dean tensed up. “Of course I do Sammy she’s family.” he shrugged and turned to glance at his little brother for a few seconds. “No, Dean. Do you love her?” he enunciated. 

Dean clenched his jaw because he knew that Sam and you loved each other when you were younger. He didn’t know if Sam may have had old feelings coming to light, and he didn’t want to hurt his little brother. “Sam.” he got cut off “No Dean, I need to know. please, just tell me.” Sam pleaded to his brother. 

“Damn it Sam.” Dean sighed. Sam looked at him with desperate eyes and bated breath

“Yeah.” he sighed. “I do. I love her,” Dean admitted. Sam let out a big sigh and nodded. “Ok,” he stated. “Ok?” Dean asked. “Yeah ok. It is what it is.” sam spoke. “Sam, I’m not trying to steal her if you love her. If you do, I’ll step back.” He told his younger brother. “No Dean. It’s ok. I have Jessica, and I love her.” Sam assured his brother. “Go, get her Dean.” Sam clapped a hand on Dean’s shoulder. 

Sam looked behind him once more to check if you were still asleep and smiled at your peaceful form. 

“When you do get her, you’re a really lucky man Dean. Take care of her for me.” Sam said.

 The night fell and you began to rouse from your sleep, you opened your heavy eyes. It was dark outside, the windows were rolled up and the music was turned down low. You saw Sam with his head rest against the window, with his shoulders steadily rising and falling, a clear indicator that he had fallen asleep. You sleepily grinned at your best friend sleeping in the car all of you at one time pretty much-called home. 

Dean was focused on the road but you could hear him humming along to the song and it warmed your heart. 

“Hey D.” you mumble languidly. “Morning Princess, how’d ya sleep?” he asked his voice rough from not speaking for a while.” mm, I slept pretty well. Thanks for asking.” You say quietly as to not wake Sam.  you reached your hand forward to grab his shoulder gently, you were still shy and not certain if there was love on his part. Still, you needed to try in order to know for sure. “How’s your leg?” he asks. “It’s doing a lot better. I never did thank you both for that. So thank you.” you pulled yourself forward and placed a kiss on his cheek. He sighed and leaned back more into the seat. You moved your head so you can look at him better and it made your heart flutter seeing the smile on his face. “I’m just glad you’re doing better. Can’t go without my partner in crime now can I?” he asked with a sweet grin. “I’d never let you,” you told him with a soft smile. You moved your head over so you could rest it on his shoulder and nuzzle into the crook of his neck. Your hand that was on his shoulder moved across his chest and to the other shoulder. You felt him tip his head downward and a kiss being left on your arm. You blushed and let out a sigh, “thank you Dean.” you whispered. 

“What are you thanking me for?” he asked. “For never leaving me,” you told him. “I never would.” you felt his breath splay across your forearm. 

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You stayed there with Dean for a little while, just at ease. You began to think and believe that Dean did love you. Sam woke up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. “Hey, sleepyhead,” you greeted him. “Yeah, uh hey.” He said tiredly. “We’re almost there bud” Dean informed his brother. “Oh Ok.” He said. 

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You pulled up in front of Sam’s dorm, right where all of this had started, and you felt tears well up in your eyes. Sam sighed and looked back at you after hearing a small sniffle come from the back seat. 

“Oh, (y/n).” he sighed and got out of the car. He opened the door for you seeing as you were going to get in the front as he was leaving. You got out of the car and closed the door 

“Sammy…” you cried softly. He wrapped his arms around you and held you tight. “I love you best friend.” he whispered into your hair and you answered “I love you too best friend,” you told him. You both pulled away and smiled he kissed your forehead and you kissed his cheek. “Remember to call me ok, tell me how the interview goes.”  you made him promise. “I promise.” you gave each other one last hug and he leaned to the window. 

“Call me when you find him. Maybe I can meet up with you later,” he told his big brother. 

“Yeah, Alright,” he responds. You turned to him. “Of course you can.” you smiled. He opened the door for you and you stepped into the car. “Take care of him (y/n).” he said and you chuckled “I always do.” you winked. 

He began to walk away, “Sam!” Dean called. He put his arm on the back of the seat and leaned forward. “You know we made a hell of a team back there,” he told his brother. You think he was hoping he would change his mind. 

“Yeah,” he responded and Dean turned back to the wheel. 

You gave one last wave and then turned to Dean. “You ok D?” you asked him. 

“I think I will be. We just have to find dad, if you’re willing to stay,” he said. You looked at him fully, your heart ached at his words. “I’d never dream of leaving you, we’ll find him together I promise,” you told him 

“Dean, I know you want to get to Blackwater Ridge but would you stop the car for a minute?” you ask him gently. He returns to look at you with a bit of worry on his face. “Are you ok?” he asked you as he pulled over and stopped the car. 

“Look at me Dean,” you told him. He turned to completely look at you, and you took his hand. 

“What’s going on (y/n)?” he asked you. 

You placed your free hand on his cheek. “I love you,” you confessed to him. You waited for his answer. Your hand began to fall from his face, and tears of embarrassment came to your eyes. 

“It’s ok Dean. I just thought-” all of a sudden you felt lips on yours. You jumped in surprise and felt him let out a laugh. It made you smile and you pulled him closer, you felt his tongue gently swipe against your bottom lip. You responded generously and parted your lips for him. His tongue massaged yours and you let out a small moan which made him sigh. The kiss slowly concluded and your hand held his face letting your thumb run gentle circles on his cheekbone. 

“I’ve wanted to tell you this for the longest time… I love you,” he whispered, you could feel his breath on your lips. 

“You’re a beautiful soul, Dean Winchester.” he smiled and kissed your lips one last time. 

Your moment was abruptly cut short When the sound of an alarm went off from where you could only assume was the dorm. 

You pulled away quickly and looked at him with wide eyes. “Dean go!” you raised your voice in fear for Sam. he started up the car turned around and flew back down the road. 

You pulled up out front and you immediately got out of the car and slammed the door behind you. You moved your leg and felt the stitches pull but at the moment you couldn’t care less. You ran as fast as you possibly could and pushed open the door to the hall and rushed back to Sam’s dorm. You rushed through the door with Dean hot on your trail. Dean as gently as possible pushed you behind him and he ran in first. The sight you both saw was horrifying. Jessica was exactly as their mother was when she died. 

All you heard was the room burning and Sam screaming for Jessica. Dean had to go in and pull Sam from the room, you had stood there for a few seconds staring at the ceiling with horror and heartbreak written across your face. You let out a sob and a scream and you felt Dean’s hand grab your arm and yank you. All of you exited the building before it all completely went up in flames.

Once you were out you saw sam and went straight to him. You wrapped your arms around him. He held onto you tightly and cried. You cried along with him. Barely hearing the sirens Dean pulled both you and Sam to the side, to let the firefighters do their jobs.

Sam broke free from your arms and just watched the sight in front of him. You turn to Dean and he picks you up letting you wrap your legs around his waist and hold him while you cry. “Dean she’s gone, Sam loved her so much. She’s never coming back and I don’t know how to help him.” you cried into his neck. As he held you he felt something drip onto his jacket and looked down to see blood on the sleeve. He looked at your leg and saw that you tore your stitches. It wasn’t much blood but he knew you needed to be patched up again. 

“I know Sweetheart, I know. It’ll be ok we’ll help him through it. He’ll be ok.” he told you and kissed your head. 

He let you down and you all eventually gained your bearings and you grabbed each of their hands while walking to the car. You tried to walk your best until you got to the car. When you arrived you leaned against it. Tears were stained across your cheeks and you wrapped your arm around Sam’s waist trying to give him some comfort. He squeezed your shoulder. “You’ll be ok Sammy, I know it won’t be soon but you will be. We will all be ok,” you told him and he kissed your head. 

Dean had walked back to the crowd for a moment just to see what was going on, you saw him sigh and turn back to return to you both. Sam had the trunk open and was fiddling with one of the guns. He cocked the gun and you rested your hand on Dean’s arm when he came back. Sam put the gun back “We’ve got work to do.” he said shutting the trunk and walked to the passenger side and got in. Dean sat you down in the back and fixed up your leg, bandaging it gently and placing a kiss on it. “I love you (y/n).” he said and you lifted his face to yours “I love you too Dean.”  you kissed his lips and pulled away gently. “Let’s go boys. We have a father to find, and a heart to fix,” you mumbled the last part and leaned forward to kiss Sam’s cheek in reassurance.  It’ll  be ok it has to be. 

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I made a face. Trish was the only one that I worked with who knew I was an Omega.  I was on incredibly powerful suppressants.  My friend Charlie worked in R and D at a pharmaceutical company, and she got me the stuff that wasn’t even available to the public yet. This was the stuff they used in the military.

 No one had any idea what I was, which was fine with me. With my job and all the people I met, I needed to nip that shit in the bud. I didn’t have time for heats or any Alphas panting after me.  I was married to my job, and that’s the way I liked it.

But for Donna, I would make an exception and take some time off.  That is how much she meant to me.  I had met Donna Hanscum in college when she was a criminal justice major and I was pre-med and I had no way of keeping my Omega under control.

  We had both gotten a job as waitresses at this dive bar called Harvelle’s to make extra money. She had been leaving for the night and came across two huge Alphas hassling me in the parking lot. Several well-placed kicks later the Alphas had run crying for their mommies and Donna and I were BFFs. She seemed all perky and nice, but when you pissed her off, she was a badass. 

After medical school, I took a job in Nebraska, and Donna became a sheriff in Minnesota. A few years later she met a guy from Kansas during a routine traffic stop, and it was love. They did the long-distance thing for a bit, and then she decided to move to Kansas to be with him. I thought he almost sounded too good to be true, but on a rare weekend off I drove there to meet him, and I could clearly see that Dean Winchester loved my friend.  And the fact he was drop-dead gorgeous didn’t hurt.

“How come none of my patients ever look like him?” I grumbled good-naturedly as Donna and I washed dishes.

“Well, he has a brother….” Donna began, and I held up a hand to silence her.  

“I am not looking to be fixed up, Don. My work is my life right now.”

“I understand, but I want you to be as happy as I am.” she said with a sappy smile. After dating for less than a year, Dean proposed to Donna. They were both Betas, and they were actually very well suited. They had decided to get married in Aruba. and they would have a party when they got back. 

 When Donna called me to share the good news, “I want to go,” came out of my mouth  before I could stop myself. “I haven’t had a vacation in forever, and seeing my best friend married seems like a good reason.” Where had that come from?

Donna was thrilled of course and asked me to be her maid of Honor. I didn’t even hesitate before I accepted. 

I finished dictating before I answered Trish “It will be weird to not be here. I know its in the Bahamas, but I’m sure it’s going to be boring. I’ll be busy with all kinds of Maid-of-Honor stuff.”

 “When do you leave?” Trish asked curiously.

“The day after tomorrow. That gives me one day to pack.”

“You haven’t even started packing yet?” she laughed, shaking her head.  “Please tell me you have a suitable bathing suit at least.”

“I will after I buy one,” I said sheepishly.

“Girl, you are a hot mess.” She told me, but she was smiling.

Charting of course took longer than it should have. Dot, the supervisor of medical records would have my hide if I went on vacation and left charting to be done, so I staying until I was completely caught up and my inbox was empty.

When I got home, I should have gone straight to bed, but I started to panic I wouldn’t be ready so I started packing. I was coming off of a 12-hour ER shift, and when the adrenaline wore off, I was going to crash badly. So I might as well ride the wave as long as it lasted. I could always sleep on the plane, right?

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Your eyes widened. Shit. No, they couldn’t know. You’ve been so careful to keep your little, well, condition under wraps as you hunted the very beasts that made you who you were. You shook your head.

“How? It’s not like I’m out at night or anything—”

“And that’s just it,” Sam interrupted. “You’re not acting like a normal werewolf.”

“I’m not a normalwerewolf, Sam,” you mouthed. Sam let out a long sigh, then opened your door for you.

“We need to get you somewhere safe. They weren’t far behind when I started tailing you. They’ve backed off a little since then, but we may only have minutes before they catch up.” He stretched out his long arm and motioned for you to get up.

“My stuff is in the trunk.” You turned and lifted yourself from the driver’s seat. “Give me a minute,” you snapped. Sam took a step back, and you offered a silent apology. It wasn’t him who was putting you on edge.

You had hidden yourself for the last seven years, since the night a werewolf had bitten you in the shoulder and left you to bleed in an alley. Sure, a bite meant you were turned, and there was only a small window of time you had to get a cure. But, you were alone, and no one was there to keep you from turning.

There was only one small hitch, you didn’t exactly turn. Once you ended up at the steps of the Winchester’s bunker, you realized that you may not ever completely transform. Instead, you were only mildly affected by the phases of the moon, leading the boys and you to come to one conclusion.

You were somehow immune to the bite.

Now, you did have some changes, but never anything enough to make you dangerous. Your sense of smell heightened during the full moon, and your overall hunger. Oh, and you sex drive was through the fucking roof. Other than that, you were just stronger than the average human most of the time. You weren’t a wolf, or some sort of freak hybrid. You were just… you.

Sam led you around your small hatchback to the trunk, where you gathered your small arsenal of weapons and a few lore books, then headed for the sheriff car Sam was sporting. He grabbed one of the bags off your shoulder and shuffled you over to the car, then ushered you into the back seat. He probably wanted to keep some sort of appearance for the onlookers that were no doubt eyeing the two of you.

Your ass hit the stiff back seat a little harder than you thought it would, forcing an ooffrom your lungs. Then, Sam slammed the car in gear and floored the two of you down the road.

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Sam pulled up to a motel about an hour from where you had left your car. It was a dive, per the Winchester usual, but it didn’t look like the scene of any recent murder. So, that was promising.

Sam quietly helped you schlep all of your belongings into the surprisingly large motel room. There were two beds, doubles, and an adjacent bathroom. To the right of the door, there was a small, apparently ancient sitting area with a love seat and table for two.

“Sorry to just pluck you out of whatever you were doing, but Dean and I have been trailing these guys for a while now. We spotted you at that truck stop in Cedar Rapids. That’s when we realized that they weren’t running from us, they were chasing you.” Sam peeled off his jacket and chucked it onto the loveseat, exposing the toned muscles of his shoulders under his thin thermal. You turned away immediately, furiously trying to chase off the memories of those very muscles under your fingertips.

“So, you think they know about my immunity?” you deadpanned. Sam simply nodded before taking a seat at the small table.

“I’m sure they do. What else would they want with you?”

“Thanks,” you huffed. Sam smirked, shaking his head.

“That’s not what I mean. It’s just that werewolves don’t usually hunt hunters. Sure, they’ll fight back, but they aren’t instigators. Not like vampires.” You nodded in agreement. It all made since.

“What, are they going to make some sort of cure with me?” You plopped down onto the loveseat. You ignored your pounding heart as you focused on the conversation. “Or make some sort of super werewolf army?” Sam shrugged.

“Who knows? But, they must see you as some sort of either threat or benefit. They were definitely interested in you.” He turned towards the window, inspecting the small slit of moonlight that beamed though the top of the curtains. “It’s a full moon.”

“Yeah, I’m aware.” You leaned back and your mind began to race. “So, these fuckers are hunting me instead of hunting their next meal? How would their biology let them do that?” It didn’t make sense. You could feel the full moon, and you didn’t need to hunt. How could the pack resist the urge to hunt without losing their minds?

Sam let out a breath. “I’m sure they aren’t following us now. They can’t resist a meal. So, we’re at an advantage.” He smiled. “We’re safe for the night.”

Like that was any sort of relief. These guys would be almost back to themselves by morning, and they were probably within an hour’s drive from you. So, why the hell were you stopping there?

“So, we aren’t going to try to get more of a distance between us and them?” you muttered, trying not to look at Sam. Your breathing had quickened a little, signaling that the moon was starting to take its full affect. Your blood coursed through your veins, making you suddenly overheated.

Sam shook his head, studying you. He noticed your discomfort. “No. Dean wants us to hang close in case something goes down.” You shot up from your seat.

“Dean’s going in there alone? No!”

“No, Y/N. He has Cas with him, and our friend Jody. They can handle it. He said that I would be the best person to watch you through tonight.” And that’s where Dean was wrong. You and Sam had a history, there was no denying that. But, you had steered clear of the man for the last two years, leaving him out of sight and out of mind. Well, almost out of mind.

Now, he was very much in sight, and the primal thread that raced through you now was making sure he was the only thing clouding your mind.

“Fine. That’s fine. I just—I need to change. Sleeping though the cycle is usually the best move for me.” It was an outright lie. You could never sleep though the full moon, but you needed an excuse to get out of that room.

So, you grabbed your bag and excused yourself to the bathroom. A nice shower would be a good way to get Sam out of your mind. And it would help soothe the ache that pulsed under your skin.

You turned the knob on the hot water and waited for the steam to rise. Then, you entered the blue and orange tiled shower, allowing the heat to devour you.

You could hear Sam shuffling on the other side of the door. Small grunts and sighs filled your supersonic hearing. Shit, were you ever going to get an escape from him? Why couldn’t Dean or Cas have been the ones to pick you up. No, it was Sam Winchester, the sweet and spicy man who made every single one of your nerve flare by the mere mention of his name.

You heard the movement of clothing, sending your imagination into overdrive. You were sure he was changing right now, removing that thermal and exposing those sand dune shoulders. Your mind focused on the memory of his long arms encompassing you, sliding you down creamy sheets and under this thundering form.

The thud of the opening door jarred you from your daydream. “Sam?” you called out from your steamy fog. You were met by the sound of footsteps, nearly forcing your heart from your chest. “Sam?”

“Y/N,” Sam answered with a growl.

And with that one word, you were done for.

You peeled the show curtain back, revealing a very naked, and very aroused Sam staring back at you. You sucked in a breath as you released any last bit of restraint left in your body.

“Sam,” you groaned as he approached you and practically leapt into the shower with you. Your arms stretched, latching onto the towering man as if for dear life. Your ears pounded and your body buzzed as his hands pulled and tugged at any bit of flesh he could grasp.

Your lips met the moment Sam pinned you against the cool tile. His tongue quickly dominated your mouth as he nipped and sucked on your lips. One of his hands found it’s place on your ass, squeezing your cheek while he rolled his hips against you.

Sam’s cock skimmed over your lower stomach, forcing a moan to leave your bound lips. His other hand smoothed down your chest, fingers latching onto one of your nipples, coaxing out a moan.

“Sam,” you huffed. Your head rolled back onto the tile as you let the gorgeous man over you completely take over. His hand slowly lifted from your breast, migrating done to your aching pussy. Your breathing hitched the moment his calloused finger skirted over your clit. You rocked your hips while he nipped against your neck to your shoulder.

Sam slipped his finger further, just barely entering your soaked hole. He groaned at the feeling of your slick encasing his digit.

“Oh, Y/N, I missed this,” he purred into your ear. Then, he scraped his teeth over your earlobe.

“Just shut up and fuck me, Sam,” you commanded. He let out a low chuckle, then he lifted his hand and gripped your right leg. You lifted it up, allowing him to support you against the tile. He lined himself up with your entrance, then paused.

His golden gaze scanned over your face, studying you. You could hear his heart roaring through his chest. There was a glimmer of the gentle part of Sam, the part most people saw, gazing down at you. But, the moment you rolled your hips against him, he lost it.

Sam lifted you ever so slightly, then lowered you down onto his cock. Your nails dug into his smooth shoulders as he stretched you, filling you more than you remembered.

The moment he bottomed out inside you, he began his slow rhythm, pinning you against the wall. He held you impossibly close, moving his lips from your own, to your neck, then back again. Your breathing turned into pants as your body soared on the high of the full moon.

Sam’s hand traveled down to your clit and his finger pressed just right over the throbbing nub. You didn’t know how close you were to your climax until your orgasm was already pulsing though every nerve.

“Sam!” you shrieked while the pounding waves of your arousal washed over your dripping skin. You wiggled as each pulse hit you, but Sam kept you pinned beneath him, quickening his pace. He rocked against you and grit his teeth. He was close; you could sense it.

Just as your climax eased, Sam curled his fingers around your hips and spilled deep inside you. He bucked and moaned as he chased his high, before finally slumping against your body.

The two of you huffed as you struggled to catch your breath. The water was barely lukewarm by now, but it felt good against your searing skin. Even though your bones ached, you never wanted that feeling to go away.

A minute later, Sam’s large hand cupped your cheek. His lips skimmed over yours. Then, he pulled away.

“Y/N,” he repeated. His face changed. The primal need behind his eyes was gone, and replaced by a caring, soft light that made your pounding heart flutter. You just pressed your lips against his and savored the taste of him.

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Her and Dean had been at the cabin for a month now relaxing after a three week long hunt in Texas. The leaves were falling and changing from green to different shades of orange, reds, and browns made it look like snow how they were falling from the trees.  Fall was her favorite time of the year, and since Dean found out that bit of information, he made a point to bring her there whenever they needed time to get away.  She had been outside all morning trying to gather some leaves for the pumpkin bags she had bought to put in the porch for Halloween.  Something inside her, made her stop a moment. She looked both ways and secretly behind her to see if anyone was there.  With a mischievous smile, she took a bunch of leaves in all colors, throwing them so high above her. It gave her plenty of time to twirl around in a circle with her arms out longways, and her head back feeling the leaves falling down softly hitting her face.

What she didn’t know was that Dean was there on the porch taking photos of her and recording how happy and childlike she was feeling.  It made him happy to see her feel like a kid again, something she long time forgot how to feel..  Suddenly, she felt two strong arms wrap around her waist, only to swing her around then fall into the pile of leaves.   

She opened her eyes to see who it was.  “Dean? Now it’s going to take forever to get the leaves together again.” She said as she sat up with leaves still in her hair and a smile on her face.

He took a few leaves and blew them gently at her adding to her collection. “You should have thought about that before you threw them in the air, sweetheart.”  He chuckled as he sat up straighter Indian style before her.

She tilted her head slightly to get a leaf out from it that was tickling her ear, “You, uh saw that hmm?” She adverted her eyes from his to the ground below shyly hoping he didn’t see.

“Hmm I did, beautiful to I might add.” He saw a few leafs still in her hair, so he took his right hand to retrieve it, “Make a wish, y/n.”  he held it before her.

She looked at him confusingly. ”  Dean you don’t make a wish on a leaf, that’s a four leaf clover.”

He held onto the leaf in his hand and looked at her seriously,  “My dad always said that the first leaf you catch in the fall that’s orange, you make a wish. Supposedly, it’s an old wise tell he used to win mom over. So, make a wish.”   He looked at her with so much love in his eyes she couldn’t say no.

She swallowed a lump that formed in her throat, “You sure know what to say to make a girl blush Dean Winchester.” Shocking herself she said that out loud she covered her mouth quickly feeling her cheeks suddenly get hot.

“You’re too cute, y/n.” He held the leaf still in front of her waiting.

“I’m not cute Dean, you clearly have me mixed up with someone else.” She took her gaze from his green emerald eyes to her lap looking down at the leaf she had been playing with.   

He took his finger under her chin to lift her head up to look at him,  “Would I do this if I didn’t think you're beautiful?”

Seconds later, his lips were pressing against hers. Her eyes widen a moment in shock, but then closed the more he kissed her. He slid his tongue below her bottom lip asking for permission to enter, which she gave.  He kissed her soft, sweet, sensual. It was her first real kiss from a boy, ever, she couldn’t help but melt into his arms. She did everything to remember the taste of him, to feel his tongue under hers then run up the underside to the tip only to suck on it a moment; eliciting moans she never heard before within.

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Hearing the screen door creak, she jumped out of her daydream. She turned to the right of her to see Sam holding her three month old daughter, “You ok?”  He asked as he sat next to her seeing her face flushed a bit. .

She nodded her head with a brief shake afterwards to clear the tears that had been building. “I have to be, for her.” She smiled at Molly as she played with her little hands.  

“I know it’s tough, I miss him too. But honestly, It doesn’t seem real he’s gone, you know?” he sighed looking ahead. “I mean especially when I see him everywhere.” Like she did, he held back his emotions so Molly wouldn’t pick up the sensations around her.  

She made a face at Molly to get her to smile.  “I know what you mean, last night I felt his arms around me.  It felt so real Sam.” She swallowed, “For a second or so, I thought I heard him say I love you.”  

Sam quickly smiled at her, then went back to paying attention to Molly. “Sam, we both miss him very much. I know it’s hard for you because it’s very hard for me... Molly won’t be able to see him, but you can bet your bottom dollar she will know about him and what a good man Dean was when he was alive.”  

“That’s good, I agree. She will know who her dad was.” he paused a moment to look down at her. “Hey little monkey, what’s wrong hmm?” He looked over at y/n  to see if she  knew but noticed her were looking elsewhere towards the entrance of the property.  “Yn? What’s wrong?”

She heard him call her name, but at the same time her ears had picked up a familiar rumble of an engine she’d  recognize anywhere. Her heartbeat picked up that made her stand up and walk a bit to the rails to get a better view of who was driving. They were still far away to see, but she knew deep down only one person drove ‘Baby.’  She had left the Impala at her father's house Bobby Singers because she couldn’t look at it every day and not see Dean. The day he died six months ago, played in her mind seeing the car get closer to her.

“Yn? Get in the house, take Molly with you.”  Sam stood closer to her protectively.

She didn’t hear him, she was fixated on the car that she blocked him out. “Yn? Go now!” He finally tugged at her shoulder to get out of a trance. “Here.”  He gave her Molly who started crying feling the sudden change.

She took her from him, “ Y-you don’t think it’s really him, do you?” She asked with a bit of worry.

“I don’t know but I’ll find out.. Go inside put Molly in the bassinet… get the gun by the tv, and don’t come out until I know for sure who it is.” he saw her not moving, “Go y/n! Now!”  He ushered her inside.  

Once inside she put Molly in the bassinet that was protected with all sorts of vigils, devils trap, and whatever else they learned overtime. She then did as Sam said quickly and nervously.  She got the gun and stood before Molly’s crib protecting her from whatever it was ready to shoot whoever was trying to trick her.

Outside Sam stood his ground on the porch, the Impala stopped right in front of him.  From insid, she heard whoever kill the engine. With the familiar creaking sound of the door opening, her heart pounded faster.  The next thing she heard was “Hiya Sammie!”  Before darkness overtook her vision.

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You were elbow deep in dirty water and bubbles, scrubbing against food that was stuck to the pan you used for dinner that night. “Son of a bitch,” the water sloshed at your vigorous efforts, the food not budging as two strong and muscular arms wrapped around you. You smiled, still focusing on the sink, “Hey Mr. Winchester.”

His face snuggled into the crook of your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine, “Hey Mrs. Winchester.”

You giggled, dropping the pan and sponge into the water and turned towards your husband.  His hazel eyes focused in on your Y/E/C ones. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him softly, “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing that Sam.”

He smiled down at you, “I don’t think I will either.”

You got married to Sam 2 weeks ago, a small wedding with a few family and friends around you in your little hometown of Lindsborg, Kansas. You just got back from your honeymoon a couple days ago, still floating on cloud 9 from your marriage. Your relationship hadn’t changed, just the title, and that title brought another spark to it.

You loved Sam with all of your heart, more than you ever thought you could love someone, even in the short amount of time you had really been with him. He showed up in your podunk little town about a year ago. He stumbled into the bakery you owned, seemingly exhausted and wrecked. You had chatted with the kind stranger, giving him some free coffee and pie that he ordered. He looked like he deserved it. He left the bakery and you didn’t think you would see him again.

You were wrong.

Sam came in almost every day, ordering a coffee and whatever baked good special there was that day. You both would talk, at first it would be for the time it took Sam to eat and drink but then he would linger for longer. Minutes turned into hours.

You enjoyed having him around.

It took a couple months of talking at the bakery for him to ask you out on a date. You accepted and you both went to the local Diner and had dinner. It was casual, which you liked. You never liked when guys tried to wine and dine you and impress you, you were a simple gal.

One date turned into two, which turned into 3, and eventually turned into a relationship.

After a couple months of dating, Sam moved in with you. This relationship was moving quickly, but it felt so right. It felt right for both of you. You both didn’t really know why, you didn’t question it though.

You were unpacking the very last box of Sam’s in your bedroom. You flitted around your bedroom humming a song you just made up, putting away Sam’s clothes. You were hanging up the last of Sam’s flannels when you heard him walk up behind you, “Hey Y/N.”

You placed the last hanger on the rod and turned around, gasping. Sam was on one knee in the middle of your now shared bedroom, a small black velvet box open in his hands, a ring with a medium-sized sapphire stone set in the middle of it. You looked at Sam, mouth agape and eyes wide as he was nervously smiling up at you, “Y/N, these last few months have been the best months of my life.” He swallowed hard, sweat forming on his forehead, “I can’t imagine my life without you in it anymore. Will you marry me?”

You were still shocked, seconds passed by before you squealed and jumped at Sam, wrapping your arms around his neck, “Yes! Of course!”

You could feel the tension roll off his shoulders, you paused for long enough making him think you were going to say no. He stepped back, pulling the ring out of the box and grabbing your hand to slide the ring on your finger.

You marveled at the sight of the ring, the beautiful stone set alone in the middle of the silver band. It was simple, just the way you liked things. You beamed up at Sam, “I love you.”

Sam wrapped his arms around you tightly and kissed the top of your head, “I love you too.”

You both were still standing in the kitchen, your arms now around his waist and your head against his chest. Your eyes were closed as you listened to his heart beat, the beat of his heart now a familiar and calming sound to you, as you breathed in his earthy aroma.

A knock at your door made you jump slightly. You pulled away from Sam, smiling, “I’ll get it babe.” You opened the door to a taller man, not as tall as Sam, with emerald eyes that burned through you. You felt slightly uneasy towards the man, playing with the rings on your hand, “Can I help you?”

He stared down at your hands, eyes widening as he choked out, “I-is Sam here?”

Your brow furrowed, “You’re looking for Sam?”

Sam walked in from the kitchen, “What’s going,” he trailed off and stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes were wide, his face paled, like he had seen a ghost. You looked up at him, about to ask if he was okay when he choked out, “Dean?”

You looked between the two men, your eyes landing on the stranger outside your house. He smiled wide, “Hey Sammy.”

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