#sam winchesterxreader

You heard your door open, and footfalls enter your apartment. You spun around to start yelling at him, but the sheer size of the man who walked into the room had you speechless. “This is your car.” He slammed the key onto the table. “Take it.”

“I told you I wanted my car, Mystery man. The one I bought when I was in college. I want it back.”

“No can do, sweetheart. It doesn’t exist anymore.”

“You scrapped my car!?”

“Barely.” He scoffed. “It was a piece of shit, I did you a favor.”

You clenched your jaw. “I loved that car.”

“Love doesn’t keep a car moving, sweetheart.” You opened your mouth, but he cut you off when he raised his hand. “I had my mechanic look at it. You’re car was just about finished. Just take the new car. I bought it for you, it’s yours.”

“Don’t call me sweetheart.” You grabbed your purse and shoved past him. “And get the fuck out, I need to leave if I’m going to make it on time, since I’m stuck with taking the bus.”

“Are you always this fucking stubborn?” He asked, his tone revealing just how frustrating he was.

“Are you always this fucking arrogant?” You spun on him.

“Yes.” Benny mumbled from by the door.

“I don’t want your car and I don’t want your fucking money. I want you to get the fuck out of my house and leave me alone!” His jaw clenched, but he made no move to leave. “What do you want!?” You screamed at him, ignoring the pounding that came from upstairs.

He grabbed the key, and grabbed your hand, placing the key in it and shutting your hand around it. “I want you to take the fucking car.”

“Get out.” You growled up at him defiantly. “And leave me the fuck alone.”

That had been three weeks ago. You were stuck with the damn car, but at least nothing else was being sent to you. No more gifts from your mystery man. You were both relieved and sad. Some small part of you loved the idea of a man, especially one that good looking, taking care of you. But it was a very small part.

Tonight, you had a date. Your first one in a while. You were anxious, because the guy wanted to go to Purgatory. You tried convincing him to go elsewhere, that there was someone you were avoiding there, but he reassured you that he knew the owner, and if this ‘asshole’ was there, he could get him tossed out for you. It sounded like more bravado than promise, but maybe you’d get lucky and your Mystery man just wouldn’t be there. One of your friends from work who went there often had never seen the man you described, so he obviously wasn’t there all the time.

You were in a tight black dress, belted at the waist to show off your curves better, and heels. “He’s cute.” You muttered to yourself as you looked in the mirror. “He seems nice, and he’s cute. You deserve nice and cute. It could work. At the very least, you get laid tonight and never hear from him again. And is that really so- oh god, why am I talking to myself.” You turned and walked away from the mirror.

An hour later, you were walking into the club, and you saw him sitting by the bar. Smiling you made your way over. “Hey, Garth.”

He grinned as he stood. “Wow, you look- wow.” He chuckled, and you blushed.

“Thanks.”

As you sat down next to him, the bartender from the last time came over and put drinks in front of you both. “Thanks, Jo.” She gave him a nod, but gave you an unreadable look as she walked away. “Sorry, I kinda have a regular drink, I hope you don’t mind.”

You smiled. “Not at all.” It was a dark liquid in a tall glass, you expected maybe jack and coke, but when you took a sip you glanced down at it then back at him. “Is this just a coke?”

He laughed and nodded. “Yeah, honestly, I’m not a big drinker. I just figured, this is kinda what people do, and maybe you’d like a drink to ease into it.” He shrugged. “But I figure, start off with this for a first drink. Maybe it’ll reassure you I’m not some weirdo.”

“Little bit of a weirdo.” the fingers you showed him were virtually touching. “But it’s probably because of the coke as a first drink. Plus, if you weren’t I might not be here.” He smiled at that and took a sip of his own drink as he watched you drink yours. “Besides, I think I like this not drinking thing. Maybe I’ll join you in that for tonight.”

He grinned. “You don’t have to do that.” Garth really was very sweet. He was interesting, and yet interested in you. Small touches here and there, but never once making you feel uncomfortable or pushing you in any way. He seemed to be genuinely happy just to have you there and talking with him, though there were the slightly seductive undertones that appeared from time to time, but “Hey, you started it.”

You laughed, hand gently touching his thigh for a moment, and then you excused yourself to the restroom. Time had flown by in his presence, you had been sitting there just talking and laughing for two hours.

After doing your business, you took a moment in the mirror and bit your bottom lip. Tonight was going good. Best night in months, really. You smiled to yourself, cheeks flushing red as you thought of what could come later. Taking a deep breath, you washed your hands, and headed back out after drying them.

Your smiled at him as you got back on the stool. “Okay, so I know this is probably very forward of me, and I can’t even blame the alcohol for this, but would you like to get out of here?”

He gave you a sweet but reserved smile, and yours faded instantly. “I’d like to-”

“But?”

He looked down for a second. “You didn’t tell me you were Sam’s girl.”

Your brow furrowed. “Who?”

He looked up again. “Sam Winchester?”

You shrugged. “I have no idea who that is. Nor am I anyone’s girl.”

“He owns this place.” He motioned up towards the second floor. You glanced up, and you could see Benny moving around. “Sorry, but Sam is one person who’s bad side I don’t want to be on. Jo says you were here to see him a few weeks ago.”

You turned your glare on Jo as she served people drinks and avoided looking at you. “Yeah, and I told him to leave me the fuck alone.”

“Well, I’m sorry, but he put the word out. You’re his.” He told you honestly. “I had a great time otherwise.” He smiled, and you nodded sadly. “Need a ride home?”

“Nope. Probably going to have that drink now. Or twelve.”

“Go easy, and be safe.” He gave you a chaste kiss on the cheek then nodded to Jo before he got up and left.

You sat there seething for a moment. But when Jo put a beer in front of you, you snapped. “That pompous son of a bitch!” People turned as you got up and headed for the stairs. Gadreel stepped in front of the stairs, but you put a hand to his chest and gave him a shove. “Out of my fucking way.”

Gadreel looked up at Benny who appeared at the top of the stairs. Benny nodded to the man, but took your arm in his hand when you tried to pass him. “He ain’t taking visitors right now, ‘cher.”

“Where the fuck is he?”

Dean emerged from another room, and took one look at Benny trying to calm you down, and glanced to the room he knew his brother was in. And you just happened to catch that glance. “You don’t want to go in there.” Benny warned you.

“Like hell I don’t.” You shoved him off you and stormed to the door.

Throwing it open, you froze for a second. It wasn’t an office, it was a bedroom. And Sam was in the middle of the bed completely naked while some girl you had seen by the bar earlier rode him. He glanced over at you, and in that moment, rage filled your every fiber.

You moved in swift strides until you were next to the bed, and before the woman could react, you grabbed a fist full of hair and yanked her off of him, her body hitting the floor. “Get out.” You growled at her.

“Who the-”

“GET. OUT!”  You screamed in her face and watched her scramble to pick up her clothes and rush out the door.

“Got to say, I never took you for the jealous type.” Sam smirked.

“If I’m not getting laid tonight, you’re not getting laid tonight.” You growled at him and started for the door.

“No one said you couldn’t get laid.” He held out his arms.

“Fuck you, Sam.”

“So you finally learned my name. I’m going to miss Mystery Man.”

“What is wrong with you?” You turned to face him again. “I tell you to leave me alone, and you tell everyone I’m yours? I’m not yours!”

“No, but you will be.” His face was dead calm as he said it.

“Well, Sam, get use to fucking your hand, because the more you interfere in my life, the more I’ll interfere in yours. And I’m as vindictive as I am fat when I need to be.” You stormed back out the door, growling out “Move.” to his brother who had been listening in.

You sat at the bar and Jo shook her head at you, handing you a fresh beer, and your purse that you had left behind when you stormed up. “That wasn’t smart.” She warned you.

“Fuck you, too.” You growled, taking the bottle and downing half of it in one go.

“I’m just doing my job.” She shook her head and walked away.

You let out a sigh and tried to keep from bursting into tears. This was insane, right? Who did this asshole think he was? You shouldn’t have accepted any of it. You should have tried harder to find him and tell him off sooner, because now he was acting like he owned you. “I’m an idiot.” You muttered into your bottle before drinking from it again.

“I’ll say.” Came a woman’s voice from behind you. “I don’t know who you think you are, but-”

“Really not the best time for that, honey.” You closed your eyes and tried to ignore her standing so close behind you.

“After what you just did to me? Humiliating me like that?”

You turned your head a bit, glancing at her. “You really should just leave me alone right now. Last warning.”

“Fine. I’ll just go back up there, and I’ll fuck your precious boyfriend until he forgets who you are.” She moved more to your side, smiling smugly at the rise she could see she was getting from you. “Because Sam Winchester belongs to everyone.”

You hopped of the stool, and grabbed her hair once again, slamming her face against the bar. “Listen up, cunt nugget. If he wants to say I’m his, then he’s mine. I catch you anywhere near him, and I’ll break your fucking face, do you understand me?” She nodded and whimpered, so you flung her back again and she landed on her ass on the floor. “SPREAD THE FUCKING WORD!”  You yelled at her, and everyone who was watching.

“It doesn’t work that way, sweetie.” Jo told you quietly.

“It does now.”

Sam smirked as he buttoned up his shirt and watched the scene unfold at the bar below. “Sammy, this is getting a bit out of hand.”

“She’s perfect, Dean.”

“She wants nothing to do with you.”

“She doesn’t want the money.” He looked down at you in awe. “Everything I gave her, everything I offer she turns it down. She wants passion.”

“Sam-”

“Did you listen, not just to what she said but how she said it?” He looked at his brother as he started tucking in his shirt. “That girl.” He pointed. “Is all about passion.” He grinned. “Now I know what she wants. And how to win her.”

“That girl, is going to kill you before she lets you near her.”

“Then she’s perfect for the family.” He watched as you glared up at him and he smiled. His smile seemed to piss you off even more. You grabbed your purse and stormed out of the bar. “Benny? Get her home safe.”

“Yes, Sir.”

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                                                 Chapter 1: Awakening

It was the end of the day at last. You hated Mondays and not only because it was the beginning of the week. It meant that you started another long and suffering week of work. You hated your job. Well, to be honest you enjoyed your job as a waitress, it was the customers you didn't like. The grabby customers. What was so sexy in wearing an apron anyway? You swore men would only be thinking with their lower brain when they got a glimpse of the little attire.

You threw yourself in your couch and sighed heavily. You took off your shoes and tucked your legs under you. The house was silent which felt good after the whole noisy night at the restaurant. You enjoyed the silence for a moment, closing your eyes and hoping the migraine you had for almost an hour would leave you alone. Half an hour had passed, and you decided to take a shower before relaxing in your living room.

The hot water felt great and you realized that the migraine left, indeed. A good point since you wanted to have a glass of red wine before going to bed. Once you got out of the bathroom you put on your pajamas which consisted of a pair grey shorts and tee with the big face of Hello Kitty in the middle of it with a slight touch of pink making the whole thing a bit girly. You took a wine glass and poured a generous amount of the red liquid then went to sat on your couch again. You grabbed your laptop and started it. You checked your e-mails then went to your favorite website to indulge your guilty pleasure: reading fanfics.

You loved reading. Your living room walls consisted of bookshelves full of books. Fantasy, thrillers, romantic novels, ... You read everything, you weren't picky. If the story was interesting, the plot believable and the characters realistic it was enough for you.

You picked a Supernatural fanfiction, the hiatus having the best of you. You couldn't wait to see what would happened in the next season and thanks to the wonderful community of fans, you had something to entertain you before the next season premiere.

As you felt your eyes closing and the words in front of you becoming a blurry mess, you checked the clock on the wall and realized that it was already 3 in the morning. You had a late shift the next day so it didn't bother you so much, knowing you could sleep late in the morning. You closed your laptop and dragged your feet into your bedroom. It didn't take too long before you fell asleep.

In the middle of the night you woke up, consciousness poking your sleepy brain, but you didn’t open your eyes. You felt dizzy and your you became aware of the sweat in your lower back and the back of your neck. You ignored it and fell asleep once again.

When you finally opened your eyes the next morning, your hand patted the side of the bed, and strange habit you had for as long as you could remember without knowing the reason behind it. It was empty, as always. However, the bedsheets didn't feel like the ones you were used to. It felt like soft silk and you knew your bedsheets were made of cotton. The air around you felt heavy and a strange scent hit your nose: dust. It felt like the room had been closed for a long time. You sat up on your bed and that was when reality hit you: You weren't in your room.

You couldn't see a single thing inside the room since it was pitch black which was the problem, you knew it was morning time so where was the sunlight? More importantly where was your window? Your heart started to beat faster as panic rose inside of you. With a trembling hand you patted around you in hope of finding a lamp next to you. You sighed as your trembling fingers brushed against a button and once you pushed it a soft light let you see where you were.

You weren't in your room, of that you were sure now. The few old furniture around you weren't yours and your eyes stared at the boring walls. Yep. No windows.

You jumped from the bed, your brain thinking about hundred scenarios. You've drank too much the previous night and went with a strange guy. Or you've been kidnapped in the middle of the night by a strange guy and now were his prisoner. And so, on and on. Whatever you were thinking it was always a bad thing. So much for being an optimistic woman.

So why the room felt kind of familiar?

Without thinking; your hand reached for the doorknob. You knew it was useless, the psycho who kidnapped you wouldn't leave the door open, but you had to try.

It opened.

Well, your psycho was an idiot. Or maybe that was what he wanted you to believe?  Maybe he let it open so you could try to escape and he would chase you? That was the only explanation you could think of and despite the fear you had to try to escape anyway. You opened the door slowly, silently praying that it wouldn't make any noise.

You took a deep breath before heading inside a dim corridor, your bare feet sliding softly against the cold tiles. It looked old and again you couldn't suppress that strange feeling as everything around you felt somehow familiar.

You walked slowly through the long and scary corridor, hoping no one could hear your heart beating hard against your chest.

"What the..." you murmured as you ended in a big room.

It wasn't feeling familiar anymore. You recognized this place perfectly well, despite the fact you've never been there before.

The bookshelves, the long white columns, that big wooden table lightened with lamps, those three little stairs that lead to another room, you were in the...

"...Bunker?"

Your head snapped when you heard a creaking sound. They really needed to put some oil on those hinges, you thought. Footsteps followed, two pairs of footsteps to be exact and you were frozen in place. That couldn't be, you must be dreaming. Right a dream. A very vivid one.

"I'm just saying it doesn't need to be slimy fluids you know?" You would recognize that voice anywhere. It became louder as the seconds ticked.

Your eyes wide and your breath stuck in your throat, you realized that Dean Winchester stood at the top of the stairs, looking behind him, certainly looking at...

"Sammy, are you listening?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, Dean." Sam answered his brother in a tired voice. He put a hand on his older brother's shoulder and was going to add something when his eyes fell on something in the middle of the room. The features on his face changed as his grip tightened on Dean's shoulder. The older Winchester looked in the same direction and furrowed his brows. The three of you stared at each other for a few seconds, your face mirroring your disbelief while there was only shock on theirs.

"Hey!" Dean shouted as he grabbed his gun from behind his back and pointed at you.

You were startled when you heard him shout but you still couldn't move. You watched them climbing down the stairs guardedly, both pointing at you with their guns.

"I said 'Hey!'" Dean repeated as he came closer but stopped when he was at a safe distance.

Of all the things you could say at this moment, the only words that came out from your mouth were "You did. Twice. Good for you."

You giggled slightly, remembering the quote from that famous episode. At least that confirmed once thing; you were dreaming.

The brothers shared a look without lowering their guns as you started to laugh. You always laughed when you panicked. Finally, your limbs started to move again and you grabbed your head with your hands as everything around you started to swirl. You felt a cold sweat in the back of your neck and felt dizzy.

Sam's grip tightened on the trigger of his gun as you started to move, your laughter subsiding; but before you had the time to say anything more he saw your eyes rolling back and your body falling heavily on the ground as you felt into oblivion.