#sam x reader insert

“Homework done?” you asked, raising an eyebrow, “you know the rules, no soda until you’ve finished your homework,” you smiled as you folded your arms, leaning against the counter.

James rolled his eyes, “yes mom,” he sighed, like you had asked him the same question a hundred times. James glanced over to the door as it opened and he gasped as his jaw went slack before he beamed at you, “mom look,” he lowered his excited voice, “it’s The Falcon! He’s so cool!” there was nothing but pure awe on his face, “can I go and say hello?”

Sure enough, Sam Wilson aka, The Falcon walked in, in all his handsome glory as he took a seat at one of the booths. You felt a blush rise to your cheeks, you felt as star struck as your son but for a completely different reason. The waitress that you were on shift with wandered over to him to take his order, and you turned back to James who gave you a strange look when he saw the blush on your face.

“No sweetie, the poor man has just sat down; let him have his food in peace.”

James pouted as he began to sulk, shaking his head. You didn’t know Sam personally but he worked for the air force along with your brother, Joaquin. He had been as excited as James when he realised that Sam was going to be working with him. A couple more customers came in and sat at the counter, you chatted with them as you prepared their coffee.

You glanced up when you heard the little bell above the door tinkle and in walked your brother with a wide grin on his face as he went to sit with Sam. Had they just completed a mission together?

“Uncle!” James shouted with glee and before you could stop him, he rushed around the counter and launched himself into Joaquin’s arms. You winced with a sigh; you had wanted Sam to have some peace as he ate his dinner.

“There he is! My favourite little man, you alright? Where’s your mom?” at the mention of you, you ducked behind the coffee machine, your cheeks blazing.

James muttered something that you couldn’t make out, no matter how much you strained to hear it. Unfortunately, you heard the reactions; you heard Joaquin burst out into peals of laughter while Sam let out a deep laugh that made you feel all warm and tingly inside. Despite yourself, you leaned around the side of the coffee machine to see what was going on.

Joaquin had his head in his hands, his shoulders shaking with laughter while Sam smiled and raised an eyebrow as he looked over towards you and grinned. You flushed and offered him a small smile, you seriously wanted to know what James had said to them.

“James!” you called over with wide eyes.

James pouted as he got up from his seat, turning back to look at Sam, “will you please sign my comic book, Mr Wilson?” he asked, at least he was polite.

“Sure, little man,” Same beamed and James excitedly ran into the back.

Joaquin followed James, smirking at you; you stopped Joaquin with a hand on his arm, “what the fuck did James say?”

Joaquin didn’t answer, he only winked at you as he walked past you, whistling all the way, you glared after him, feeling annoyed. You bit your lip and decided to offer some coffee to Sam as a peace offering. Nervously, you wandered over to him, willing the flush on your cheeks to go away as you filled up his cup.

“I’m really sorry about that by the way,” you smiled, “my son doesn’t understand personal space.”

Sam laughed as he gave you a warm smile, “thank you, and it’s no problem. He seems like a great kid.”

You flushed with pride as you ducked your head, “even so, it must get annoying after a while.”

Sam looked puzzled as he shook his head, “I’m still getting used to it, I still can’t believe they’ve made a damned comic book.”

You giggled, “yeah, it came out a couple of years after the blip, everyone thought that you were a real hero,” you flushed when Sam grinned at you, “your comic books are James’ favourite, I’m kind of jealous.”

Sam smiled, shaking his head as he sipped some of his coffee, “they should make comic books about you, don’t you run this place and look after James by yourself?”

Normally, you wouldn’t talk about this with someone you hardly knew, but Sam was so handsome and kind that you couldn’t stop the words spilling from your lips, “it’s not so bad, Joaquin, Torres to you,” you laughed, “helps out where he can and James’ dad isn’t too bad, he’s a good dad.”

“Well, I think it’s really great, Y/N. You should be proud that you’ve raised such a good kid.”

“I think you’re great too you know,” you blurted out, feeling heat wash over you as Sam smirked, raising an eyebrow as you immediately started to babble, “I mean, being a hero, the fact that you’re a hero is great.”

You laughed nervously as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and before you could say anything else, James was running back with his comic book in hand and he gave you a strange look. You had the sneaking suspicion that he and Joaquin had been watching your interaction with Sam; you glared at your younger brother as he threw an arm around your shoulders.

“This is my favourite issue!” James beamed as he passed Sam the comic book.

Sam smiled as he raised an eyebrow at the cover, “damn, I’m gonna have to start reading these,” he muttered as he opened the front page and started to sign it. He was writing for a little while, it looked like he was writing a little message for James, “there you go, buddy.”

When Sam slid the comic book back over to James, James grinned as he read the little message, his face glowing; “thank you so much!” it was so amazing to see him so happy.

“You’re welcome bud!”

“Thanks Sam,” you smiled at him and he nodded, winking at you. You bit your lip and looked back at the counter to see your employees smirking at you, “I’m sorry, I should get back to work,” you smiled, fiddling with your fingers.

“Of course,” Sam nodded.

“See ya later, sis,” Joaquin grinned at you as you made your way back to the counter and glared at your employees playfully to keep them quiet.

All afternoon, you kept sneaking glances at Sam, he was so gorgeous as he laughed with your brother but what you didn’t notice was the fact that Sam kept stealing glances at you too. When it was time for Sam and your brother to leave, Sam walked up to the counter with a grin that made your heart flutter and he paid his bill with one of the other waitresses.

“It was good to meet you, Y/N,” he smiled.

You blushed as you nodded, biting your lip, “it was nice to meet you too, Sam. Thank you so much for being so great with James.”

Sam shook his head with a smile, “it’s not a problem at all,” he slipped you a piece of paper and you blushed when you realised it was his number. You weren’t exactly ready for another relationship too soon but you were going to call him.

“Call me,” he grinned before heading back to Joaquin, “let’s go, Torres,” he glanced at you over his shoulder.

Joaquin threw his hands up in the air, “dude, my sister? Really?”

“You really need to marry him, mom,” James sighed.

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Which was how he found himself sitting front row to one of the most gorgeous women he had ever seen. “Cookie” was her stage name. As she slipped off to the back, Sam found himself pounding back the rest of his beer and slipping out the back exit. He stood there in the crisp night, waiting all too patiently for Cookie to sneak out at the end of her shift.

He only had to wait five more minutes and her milky skin came into view. “I told you that you always slip out too early.”

“I was excited.”

She hummed happily as he leaned down to greet her with a soft kiss. “Ready to go?”

The glitter that was brushed all across her eyelids twinkled in the dim light of the back alley as she tilted her head back towards the way that she had come. “What about your friends?”

“They’ll be okay,” he shrugged. “I paid for two more rounds of shots, so they will be feeling really good in about ten minutes.” His tilted grin always seemed to win her over. “They won’t even notice I’m gone.”

“Your place then?”

“Only because I love the way your smell lingers on my sheets.”

It wasn’t hard to miss the way her cheeks flushed in the dim light. Sam thrived off of the way he could make her blush with just his choice of words. He loved it, even more, when he got his hands on her. She stood a little over five feet tall when she wasn’t wearing heels, but when she was working, she was able to add a good five inches to her frame. Most nights Sam insisted that she wear nothing but her heels, loving the idea that other men fantasied about her while he was the very one that got her at the end of the night.

She was quiet on the ride home, probably feeling the way the night weighed on her. He constantly reminded her that she didn’t need to continue her work, she could move in with him and focus on school, but she insisted that it was just temporary - until she graduated next year. Sam knew all about how hard she hustled to make ends meet, but damn, he knew she was good at her job. Sometimes he even joked that he should drop out of law school and let her support him for a bit.

She always laughed and said she would be more than happy to treat him like the king he was.

“Dammit,” he muttered when he pulled into the parking lot, that familiar vehicle parked against the curb like that annoying beacon of light that kept you up at night.

“Everything okay?”

Sam glared at the car, wishing to will it out of his space before turning to look at her. “Yeah, it’s just, my brother is here.”

“You have a brother?”

A shy smirk gripped him. “He doesn’t come around too much. Usually just when he needs a place to crash for a couple of days.”

“You can just take me back to my place,” she assured him with that quietness that he knew meant she wasn’t thrilled with the idea. “We can get together next week when he’s gone.”

“No!”

Her eyebrows shot up at the rushed aggression that came out of him. He shook his head quickly to shake the feeling that was suddenly engrossing him. “Please,” he murmured, leaning over and planting his lips on her cheek. “I’ve been looking forward to seeing you all week.”

“I figured when you dragged your friends in there,” she admitted with a giggle. “How else were you going to sneak away and come find me?”

With a low laugh, Sam moved away, much to his dismay, and threw open his door. Quickly, he raced to the other side and grabbed the passenger door handle before she even had a chance to push her way out. He loved watching the way she slid out of the seat, attempting to hold her skirt down before slipping out and closer to him.

It was a high he was certain he’d never get sick of.

When she was standing, she glanced down at what she was wearing, her face scrunching up in that way that he adored so much. “Uhm, I wish I had changed now.”

“Don’t even think about it,” he rushed out. “He’s probably passed out on the couch anyway.”

She seemed to agree with that answer. The two of them walked up towards the stairs to his third-story apartment, where he quickly and quietly slid his key in the lock before pushing the door open gently. All looked peaceful at first glance, the blue flicker of the tv coming from his living room while he reached down and grabbed her hand, tugging her into his space.

“Well, well,” a gruff voice came from somewhere beyond the couch. “Someone is home early.”

The sag of his shoulders was noticeable. Dean Winchester was a ladies man, had the looks and the talk to get just about any girl he set his sights to. The biggest reason Sam had never been in a rush to introduce the two of them to one another, he was terrified that Y/N would see that he was the lesser of the two brothers.

“Yeah, well, Jerome was drunker than a skunk,” he somewhat lied, tugging Y/N in behind him, almost trying to shield her from Dean’s line of sight. “Decided to turn in early.”

“With some company in tow, I see.”

His shoulders tensed at his inability to hide her as easy as he had hoped. She gave his hand a little squeeze before she side-stepped from behind him. “Hi,” he could see her soft smile even from the corner that he had tucked himself into. “Uhm, I’m Y/N.”

It was hard to miss the way that his older brother’s eyes raked up and down his woman’s body while she stood there barely clothed from her night’s shift. Usually, those kinds of things didn’t bother him. He thrived on the fact that she would come home to him at three in the morning, but something about the older Winchester was making his skin prickle with jealousy.

“So you’re the reason, my baby brother avoids my phone calls when the clock strikes midnight on Fridays.”

That little blush he loved so much was back. “Yeah, I guess you could say that I suck up most of his time.”

“Mmm,” his eyes did that thing again, “I’m sure that’s not the only thing you suck up.”

“Hey!” Sam jolted himself forward, purposely placing himself in between their line of sight. “How about I grab everyone a beer before we play twenty questions?”

“You’re lucky I picked up a couple of six-packs on my way over here.”

Sam nodded at his brother, giving him that look that only family would really understand. Turning around, he pressed lips to the top of her hair, which still smelled like her perfume and stale cigarettes. “We will give him ten minutes of our time, but then I need you to myself, okay?”

Her head bobbed up and down in agreement while he squeezed through, his stomach in knots about leaving his brother alone with her for even a couple of seconds. When he entered the small kitchen of his apartment, he started to hear the two of them talking to one another, but couldn’t really make out what they were saying. Much to his dread, the beer appeared to be tucked away in the back of the fridge, forcing Sam to move as much as he could out of the way before looking for the bottle opener his brother had so kindly misplaced before he was able to get back to where he was aching to be.

“I’m just saying,” he heard Dean’s gravelly voice deep a little lower than usual. “I don’t know what you see in someone like Sam.”

He found himself pausing, holding his breath while he waited for an answer. “I don’t think I need to explain what I see in him,” her voice was a little more pitchy than he was used to, “but I think he is the most fascinating man to come into my life.”

“Fascinatingly boring.”

There was a sharp inhale. “Are you trying to get me to talk shit about your brother?”

“No, no darling, just seeing you… sitting here in that pretty little number,” a pause, “and those heels, I just can’t help but wonder what kind of trouble my brother has gotten himself into.”

“Excuse me?”

“Whatever he is paying you, I’m sure I can do better.”

That was his cue to step in. “Hey,” he eyed his brother who seemed to have insisted that the two of them share a couch, forcing Sam to sit at an odd caddy corner with her. “Sorry, the bottle opener had been misplaced. Again.”

“My bad,” Dean said with a half-ass shrug. “I’m still not used to this place.”

Sam handed over the two bottles, his fingers caressing hers in the process causing heat to rush to his cock. Ignoring the urge for the sake of being a good host, he passed the other beer over to his brother, “Yeah, well you are only here two days out of the month.”

Another sarcastic response from the oldest Winchester, but Sam let it roll off his back as he took a large swig of the lager. While he wanted so desperately to act like he was paying attention to whatever his brother had to say about his last little road trip, all he could focus on was the way her legs looked crossed at the ankles next to him.

He needed those up by his ears in the next twenty minutes or he was going to explode.

“Damn man,” Dean grinned over at him, bringing him back into the moment. “I don’t know how you bagged this one,” his elbow jutted out to poke Y/N lightly, “She’s too hot for you.”

“More like the other way around,” she quipped with her bottle to her lips, causing that bright red lipstick she had chosen for the night to smug a bit at the corners. “Sam is way more than what I could ever get.”

The two of them went back and forth for a couple of minutes. Dean was quick to point out many flaws that Sam carried around with him for as long as he could remember, whereas he was even quicker to point out all of the enticing little details about Y/N. The more things he began to list, the more Sam found himself chugging down the rest of his beer and pulling at the paper label in his silent aggravative.

“I mean, to be a little more than honest, you’re the kind of girl one keeps in the spank bank all the time.”

“Enough.”

Both pairs of eyes shifted to where Sam was currently trying to shoot daggers at Dean. Both were wide and concerned while Y/N reached over and placed her hand on Sam’s knee, that ache returned to the pit of his stomach. Dean didn’t seem phased in the slight, a smirk was tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Enough?” He dared to ask.

Reaching for her hand, Sam stood up, tugging Y/N along with him. “She is mine.”

There was a deflection of sorts in Dean’s gaze as he looked at where they were standing. Something seemed to click in that thick skull of his because he downed the rest of his own beer in seconds before standing at eye level with his younger brother. “Well then,” those green eyes shifted to where she was tucked into the crook of his arm, “I think I’ll go for a little drive.”

There was silence as the two of them listened to Dean slip on his leather jacket before being followed by the familiar jingle of his keys. “I, uh, I’ll be back in an hour.”

“Make it two.”

A grunt of sorts came from behind them, but right now Sam only had his eyes glued to his girl. Once he heard the door slam shut and that familiar click of the lock securing them in their place, he pushed himself towards her, his lips searching for hers in a feverish manner.

“I hate him,” he muttered into her mouth while his hands slipped down her waist to cup her ass. “Always trying to take what’s mine.”

She whimpered when he gave her a hard squeeze. “I think that’s just what older brothers do.”

“Yeah?”

Her arms were tangled around his neck, tugging at the tufts of hair that were getting a little out of hand around his neck. Her lips tasted like her vanilla lipgloss and hops as he kissed her deeper, pushing her back down to the couch she had just been sitting pretty on. “Yeah,” she whispered out.

In mere seconds, Sam had gotten her completely naked before him, everything was stripped with the exception of his favorite pair of heels. “I’ll tell you what he could never do?”

Her nipples harden before him, letting him know all too well that she was thinking the very same things that he was. His thumb reached out and ran over the hard bud, her eyes closing at the touch before she managed to dare a soft, “What?”

“Make you scream.”

Goosebumps freckled her skin quickly. She opened her mouth to speak, but Sam pressed his own into hers while tugging on his belt with urgency. He had been craving her all night, his cock had been growing uncomfortably hard with the minutes that ticked by. His outburst at Dean was probably more from his sexual frustration than his actual frustration.

There was so much that he wanted to say, that he wanted to show, but the heat that was welcoming him between her legs was urging him to prove it. His jeans barely made it to his ankles before her heels were digging into his ass, encouraging him towards her core. Sam didn’t need to be asked twice and judging from the way that she was egging him on with her tongue in his mouth, she was more than eager to have him all to herself.

In a swift movement, Sam switched positions so that he was sitting on the couch and she was hovering over him. He had wanted to do the dirty work, prove that he was the better Winchester, but something about seeing her bounce just for him seemed to be more than enough.

“Fuck,” he groaned out as she slowly slid him inside of her, his gaze flickering between where her nails were digging into his chest and her eyes. “Damn baby, could you be any wetter?”

“Hmmm,” she crooned. “You’re about to find out.”

Her body rocked back and forth, first at a painfully slow pace, before she began to find her rhythm. Sam made sure he expressed just how much he loved what she was doing, his hips bucked to meet hers with every thrust, his hands freely roamed her bare body - squeezing those beautiful tits of hers before gripping her hips tightly when she found her sweet spot.

He was going to cum just watching the way she lost herself on top of him. Her movements becoming lazier as she came down from her high, her body going limp when she leaned forward to catch her breath. He let her breathe for a moment more before he stood suddenly, his cock spearing deep within her cunt.

“Now it’s my turn to take what’s mine.”

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You were stunned by your son’s wish as he sat behind his cake, a big smile on his face.

Sam was practically mirroring the same expression you had before you moved into action of cutting the cake.

Thankfully the kids just talked about how cool it would’ve been had his wish came true, while the few adults there just gave you and Sam a look.

Your brows knit together as you passed out the cake and ice cream, looking to the closest mom when you were done. “What? I don’t understand that look everyone is giving us?”

“Because we’ve all been there. Well, more or less. My daughter wanted a sibling when she was three. Or at least she thought she did. Once she found out she was getting a sister, her world was over. Jonah just thinks he wants a sibling, but once it happens he may feel differently about it.”

You paled at that, “Well that’s okay. I doubt Sam wants another kid anyways.”

“Uh huh,” she said folding her arms. “Tell me that again when you realize the way he looks at you. He’s crazy about you. You’d be crazy not to see that he’d want another one. I mean, what’s more special than creating a child with someone you love?”

Color began to flood your face all at once. She couldn’t help but laugh and walk off, leaving you at the counter completely flustered. Thankfully you were able to work the blood back through your body as you had to help gather up the dishes when the children finished eating cake and ice cream before Jonah would open presents.

With Jonah, the presents zipped by along with the hours the children played. And before you knew it, you and Sam had the house all cleaned from Jonah’s 7th birthday party and plopped onto the couch with a sigh.

“It’s so much quieter now with all the kids gone.”

“I’ll say,” Sam said happily. He turned his head to look at you, resting against the plush backing of the couch. “About Jonah’s birthday wish tonight….”

And suddenly you were going to die from blood not getting to your heart again.

He bit his lip as he looked away, “I mean, I’ve never really thought about it. I never really thought I’d be a dad to begin with but this past month getting to really know Jonah, and the last half year being with you and him…. I kinda want that. I want another kid with you. I wanna,” he let out a pained sigh before adjusting, turning his body to face yours as he rested his elbow against the couch, head in his hand. “I wanna be able to experience what I missed.”

You had to do something. You had to move, breath- pretty much anything.

You gulped and adjusted, “I want another kid with you Sam, I really do, but I want to make sure this is something we really want- something Jonah really wants. I mean, he didn’t have you growing up for pretty much six years of his life. There were things you missed that I know he wanted you there for. I don’t want another child getting those things he missed and him being jealous or angry with you for it. So can we please just talk with him before we start trying?”

Sam nodded and got up, “How about we go talk with him then?”

“What? Now!?”

“Well yeah,” he scoffed playfully. “I haven’t had you all to myself yet and this really gives me an excuse.” He smirked and walked towards Jonah’s room, leaving you to follow.

You nervously left the couch and followed behind him, going through the hall and into his bedroom.

Jonah was playing with his new toys while Riot took the foot of his bed, just laying there watching him.

“Jonah, can we talk with you for a moment?”

His actions stopped as he immediately plopped onto his bed. “Sure!”

Sam bit his lip as he stared at his son.

How the hell was he supposed to do this??

You moved in more, stepping in front of Sam and closer to the bed, taking the open spot between Jonah and Riot. “About your wish tonight… Do you really want a brother or sister?”

Jonah hummed then nodded. “Yeah!”

“Well you do realize it’ll be a long time before you can play together right?”

He frowned a bit. “No but that’s okay! I have other friends.”

Sam moved closer and knelt down. “Still. Friend aside, I’ll be around for a lot. Stuff that your sibling will get that,” he let out a sigh. “That you didn’t get growing up. We don’t want you hating me or your sibling for it. With that in mind, are you sure about this?”

Jonah blinked. “You think I won’t get to experience it? I get to live it through them! I’m gonna be there for it too!”

You sat next to your now 7 year old in shock, wondering just when he had become so wise. And part of you was ready to question if it worked, but then you remembered the amazing things Jonah brought back into your life. Things that lost their magic years ago because to shine again, and you got to experience how amazing the little things truly were. So it was definitely possible he would get to experience something similar with his sibling.

You looked to Sam and smiled, “Alright. We’ll make sure that wish comes true.”

Sam shared a smile and looked to Jonah. “It’s gonna take a while though okay? We gotta….” He quickly thought, “We gotta call the stork to make sure they deliver the best sibling you could ask for.”

Jonah smiled big, “Tell them I want a brother!”

“We can’t control that but we’ll try,” laughed Sam. He straightened up, “That’s all we wanted to talk about. Your mom and I will go call right now.”

Jonah nodded and you rose up, following Sam out.

“Do you want another boy?”

Sam laughed and pulled you into the room, kissing you. “While I’d love one, we already have Jonah. And I want a little girl. Maybe if we’re lucky she’ll be a spitting image of you.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, “Yeah with my luck though she’ll look like you too.”

Sam rolled his eyes at you before pecking your lips with his in a quick kiss. “Is this what you want? Because if not, then we don’t have to do this. We can just tell Jonah the stork said this isn’t the best time?”

It was your turn to roll your eyes as you let out a small chortle. “Sam, I want this. I’ve always wanted to have this family with you when I had Jonah. I longed for it and knew it wouldn’t- couldn’t happen… But now? It’s all I want. I just want us to have this happy little family.”

It was like a flip switched on in Sam. It was like all he had been thinking about since Jonah opened his mouth was having you in his arms.

He moved like you were his prey as he pulled you back into his arms, keeping your body so close it was like he was crushing you into becoming one. His teeth gently pulled at your bottom lip, leaving you gasping. He took that chance to deepen the kiss, his tongue practically dancing with yours as he pulled a low moan from you.

He’s giant hands slid down to your ass, sliding further to lift you up into his arms. Your legs snatched around his waist in an instant as he walked you to the bed. He dropped you back, the air you got immediately leaving your body as your face flushed. You looked up at Sam with darkened eyes, watching as his eyes scanned over your body.

You sat up to kiss him but he stopped you to remove your shirt, sending it crashing onto the floor. His fingers quickly fumbled with the button on your jeans, pushing the denim down. With a little help from you he quickly sent those to the floor. You scooted further onto the bed, eyes never once leaving him. Within a second his shirt was tossed with yours, his chest rising hungrily as his fingers quickly popped his belt and jeans. Once they were heading down his thighs his cock sprung free from its denim prison.

Before he made his way for you, you quickly discarded your bra, making Sam freeze in his movements. His eyes scanned your body once more, taking notice of all the imperfections you developed since the last time he saw you like this.

Stretch marks decorated parts of your body, and your stomach still had that little bit of baby weight you never had the ability to lose. Years ago you never had those lines etched into your skin, or that bit of extra weight, and your breasts were a little smaller. But now? You were perfect just as you were back then.

His eyes fell back on yours, your teeth drawing in your bottom lip. In a flash he was over you, lips pressing hungrily to yours and down to your neck. You threaded your fingers into his hair as he focused on your pulse point, making you arch into him.

Your body tingled wherever his lips touched as he made his way down, ripping your panties away from your body.

He groaned at the smell of you, wanting nothing more than to taste you and having you cumming from just his tongue. But he needed to feel you.

Instead he peeled his boxers away, finally fully freeing his cock from any confines. He wedged himself between your legs and brushed his cock through your folds, making you whimper, “Sam please. Fuck me. Put a baby in me.”

Sam snarled and kissed you, pushing into you in one swift movement, swallowing your moan at the way he stretched you.

The burn was delicious as he pushed his member fully into you, his moan erupting from him.

He pulled back slowly before thrusting back in, a soft moan leaving you. Sam began to fuck into you roughly, your moans fueling his movements like a drug. He wanted to make you scream, but with Jonah in his room it would have to be saved for another time.

You pulled grunts and moans from him as your nails dug into his skin, meeting his thrusts. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in even further.

“Fuck Sam…. You feel amazing…”

“Bet you forgot what it felt like having your pussy stretched like this,” he snarled. “Bet no other man has filled you up this much. But I’m gonna fill you up even more.” His teeth dug into the flesh of your neck before his lips made their way to your ear. “Gonna pump you so full of my cum. Gonna be pregnant with my baby again.”

You whined loudly, blushing by just how loud it was, “Sam… Please.”

“Please what?” He stopped his movements, making you whimper.

“I wanna cum.”

Sam hummed. “Doesn’t sound like you want it that badly.” He began to thrust slowly, dragging his movements as he’d push back in and brush again, striking the right spot.

Your legs trembled around his waist, inching closer and closer to your release that still felt so far away.

“Sam please….”

Sam smirked and pressed a hand between your bodies, his thumb pressing against your bundle of nerves. He began to rub at your clit just as slowly as he thrusted, making you whine in frustration.

It was driving you crazy.

“Sam please let me cum… I need to. Cum with me and fill me up, please!”

His eyes darkened even more, practically becoming black holes absorbing any color from his iris as he snarled, thrusting and brushing his cock right against your g-spot. His thumb pressed and rubbed your clit, egging you on as he leaned closer, his lips brushing yours as he spoke, “Cum,” before colliding and eating up the moans that came from you as your body shook.

Your legs tightened around his waist as your walls fluttered and clutched around his member, pulling his own orgasm from him as his thick, hot seed coated your walls.

He slowly pried his lips from yours, panting and sending his hot breath fanning across your face.

You looked into his eyes, finding the color slowly escaping. “Sam.”

You watched as a quick worry came across his face, “Yeah?”

“I love you.”

He chortled in relief before kissing your lips gently, “I love you too, Y/N.”

You wanted to scream, instead you laid underneath him with the goofiest and happiest grin. But that was soon replaced with a whimper at the loss of him as he rolled to lay beside you, his chest glistening with sweat.

“You’ve gotten better with age.”

He laughed and rolled his eyes, “I can say the same about you. Next time though, I’m going to make sure it’s just us.”

It was your turn to laugh as you rested your head on him. “We can’t fall asleep. One of us has to be sure Jonah goes to bed.”

Sam immediately put his finger to his nose, a giant smirk on his face as you huffed and slid from bed.

Just as you put your weight on your feet and attempted to get dressed you quickly crumbled.

Sam laughed and got up from bed, “Kidding. Let me do it. You need to stay in bed anyways. Keep those chances high. Unless you want round two?”

“Just get out,” you peered playfully as you tossed his boxers at him.

Sam quickly dressed before darting out.

Meanwhile you collapsed back into the bed, a smile on your face as you placed your hand on your bare stomach.

Creeping downstairs the light from the TV flickered illuminating the room, an old western playing, walking around to look at the sofa Dean was laying on his back both boys sound asleep on his chest.

“Hey.” He whispered reaching out for your hand he grabbed your wrist.

“Hey, are you okay? Did they wake you?” You asked perching on the chair next to him.

“Yeah.” His thumb ran across your skin. “They’re out for the count now though.” His free hand rested on Charlie’s back.

“Want to go back to bed?” Smiling down at him you gave his hand a squeeze.

“Yep.”

“I love you.” Leaning down you kissed him.

“I love you too,” Dean mumbled against your lips. “Yeah, let's get to bed.”

Standing up you reached down to pick Harrison up, the front door flew open slamming against the wall, Sam walked in your house gun raised. “Sam.”

“Where is he?” He scanned the room as he walked in. “Where is he?”

“Who?” You asked your hands shook as you felt Dean shift next to you, his hand reaching out for the gun strapped underneath the coffee table.

“Dean.” Sam spat.

“He’s out.”

“His car’s still here.” He stepped towards you as Dean’s fingers wrapped around the gun. Sam looked down over the back of the couch, his lips moulding into a sadistic smirk as he lowered his gun firing off three shots.

Screaming you dropped to your knees, blood poured from the couch, reaching for your sons you felt your heart beat again when you found them both alive. “Now we can start again, we can be a real family.”

“No!” Screaming at him you stood back up taking the gun from Dean’s limp hand you raised it firing directly between Sam’s eyes.

“Y/N!” Dean grabbed your hand.

“It happened again didn’t it?” Rubbing at your eyes you looked at Dean, he was half propped up with the boys on his chest, an old western played quietly on the tv the same one from your nightmare.

“Yeah, you okay?” He gave your hand a squeeze.

“I think so.” Shuffling over in bed you slipped under his arm your head resting on his shoulder as you looked down at the boys. “Yeah, I am.”

“What was it this time?” He mumbled.

“He killed you, said we could be a ‘real family’ now you’re dead.”

“Right.” Dean’s grip on you tightened. “Tomorrow morning we’re talking, properly talking, we can’t keep going on like this.”

“I agree.” Exhaling your arm rested just under the boys on Dean’s stomach. “You want a hand putting these to bed?”

“Can do.” He kissed your forehead.

Crawling into bed next to Dean his arms immediately opened pulling you against his chest. “I promise you I’m not going to let him hurt you or our boys, never.”

“I know.” Your hand rested on his cheek. “I know that and still…”

“And you’re still having nightmares.” Dean finished your sentence.

“Yeah.”

“We’ll fix it.”

“What if we can’t.”

“We can, we’ll find a way.” He kissed the top of your head his hands stopped moving across your back, his arms holding you close. “We’ll find a way.”

--

Dean was flat out when two tiny cries crackled through the baby monitor. Shifting from his grip you replaced yourself with a pillow which Dean didn’t seem to mind, his arms wrapping around it as he took a deep breath.

Walking towards the nursery you focused on your boys, feeding, changing and dressing them you walked downstairs with a baby in each arm, looking down at them you couldn’t help but smile they were so beautiful with their dark hair and hazel eyes.

“How are you two so cute?” Smiling down at them your chest hurt, the love you had for them was insane, did your parents love you this much? Did John and Mary love Sam and Dean this much? For once you kind of understand why your friends from college posted pictures of their babies and children every day.

“So now you two are fed and happy, I’m going to make Daddy breakfast, so are you two going to behave?”

Your question was met with a tiny gurgle.

“And Harrison I’m going to take that as a yes.” You left them both where you could see them from the kitchen both happily laying on the blanket. You made some scrambled eggs, bacon and sausages, everything still finishing off as you heard Dean walk downstairs.

“You’re up earlier than I thought you’d be, I thought I’d have to wake you up.”

“Nope, I smelt bacon that’s enough to get me out of bed.”

“Yep, bacon, sausage and eggs.” You paced the pans again, Dean’s arms wrapped around your waist.

“Have I told you I love you recently?”

“Not in the past five hours.” Smiling him you felt him squeeze you gently.

Serving up breakfast you listened as Dean told you more about a work-related story he’d forgotten to tell you a few weeks ago, it leading towards a potential promotion for Dean.

“You’re serious?” You asked dropping your knife and fork on your plate.

“Yeah, It’s looking that way.” Dean smiled. “Plus Mark called yesterday asking if I could cut paternity short to start training early, he’d pay me pretty much double and it would be half days.”

“What did you say?”

“I said I’d talk to you and get back to him.”

“You wanna go for it?”

“Yes, but I don’t want to leave you alone with the boys.”

“We’ll be fine, you go do what you want to Dean.”

“You’re sure?”

“Half days right? I can cope without you for half a day.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, go call Mark tell him yes.” Giving his forearm a squeeze you smiled up at him. “Go.” Watching him walk away from the table he disappeared upstairs.

Hearing him talk upstairs you sat down on the couch, picking up the boys you settled on the couch with them in your arms. “Y/N?” Dean asked walking downstairs.

“Yeah?”

“I got a promotion.” He smiled sitting down next to you.

“You did?”

“Yup.”

“I’m so proud of you.” Smiling at him you watched him take Charlie from your arms, wrapping an arm around him you hugged him careful of the boys in your arms.

With a smile Dean kissed you, his hand lingering on your cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You smiled at him. Both of you sat in a comfortable silence focusing on the boys in your arms. “Did you think this would be where we would end up this time last year?”

“Not a chance in hell.”

“You are happy though? I’ve kind of kidnapped you.”

“You’ve not, I’m so happy with you and our boys.”

“I’m happy too.”

“Good, if you’re ever not happy you tell me.”

“Will do Winchester.”

-

Life was good, Dean thrived at work he was stressed from all the training and extra responsibility, but the half days were working out well. Living off 2 hours sleep as a hunter was ideal that you could function with, you could take out a whole nest of vampires single-handedly, now with 2 hours sleep, you could barely wash a bowl before your eyelids were shutting.

“Babe?” Dean called out as he shut the front door.

“Kitchen!” Calling over your shoulder you turned your attention to the bowl in your hands.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“What are you doing?”

“What the fuck does it look like I’m doing?”

“Sorry.” Dean stepped away from you.

Dropping the bowl into the sink you turned to face him. “Sorry.” Drying your hands you covered your face with your hands. “Shit, I’m sorry, I’m tired.”

“It’s okay, let me do it.” He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.

“No it’s fine I’ve got it.” Your hands plunged back into the hot water.

“Y/N go upstairs go to bed.”

“Dean, I’m fine.”

“You’re not, go to bed.”

“Dean.”

“Go to bed.” He pulled your hands out of the water squeezing your wrists gently. “Go to bed.” He kissed your lips as he let go of your wrists.

“Are you joining me?” Your wet hands slipped down his chest.

“Yes.” He smiled kissing you again. “I’ll finish this then I’ll be up.”

“Okay, I’ll go.”

“I promise I’ll be up in a few minutes,” Dean called as he focused on the pots in the sink.

Walking upstairs you checked on the boys who were both still asleep, leaving their bedroom door open you walked towards your door barely making it to your bed before you flopped down face down on the mattress. You were vaguely conscious when you felt Dean’s hands on you pulling off your leggings and hoody before he replaced them with some other articles of clothing as soon as you head hit the pillows you were done for the night. Feeling Dean’s arms wrap around you, you grabbed onto his bicep trying to pull him closer.

“I’m here,” Dean whispered pulling you closer to him. “I’m here.” His hand ran up and down your back. “Go to sleep.”

“I’m sorry.” You whispered.

“What for?” Dean kissed your cheek.

“Being a bitch of a girlfriend.”

“You’re not.” You couldn’t even see Dean but you felt him roll his eyes. “Just go to sleep, I have the boys, everything is sorted.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes, go to sleep baby.” His hand continued its pattern on your back.

“You’ve been at work nearly all day.”

“And you’ve looked after the boys all day, I’ve got it”

“You have?”

“Yeah I’ve got everything sorted, I’ve got you.”

“I love you.” You mumbled against his skin kissing his neck.

“I love you too.” He sighed kissing the side of your head as you settled in his arms.

-

“Daddy!” Charlie called out as he ran into the house Harrison hot on his heels.

“Yes, bud?” Dean walked out from the kitchen.

“Look!” He held up the picture he made at kindergarten.

“Woah bud that’s amazing.”

“Daddy?” Harrison looked up at Dean.

“Yeah?” Dean knelt down to their level taking the painting from Charlie’s hand he looked at Harrison.

“I made one too.” He held it out to Dean.

“These are awesome guys, thank you.” Dean opened his arms both boys throwing themselves at his chest nearly making him lose his balance. “You want me to put them on the fridge?”

“Yes!” Both boys smiled as they followed Dean into the kitchen.

“Okay, they’re going on the fridge.” Dean turned to stick them on with magnets. “Hey.” He finally looked up at you.

“Hi.”

“You good?” Dean asked effortlessly picking up both boys.

“So good, how was work?”

“Fine, nothing eventful, yours?”

“Exactly the same, I’m happy to be home.”

“Me too.” Wrapping your arm around him you took Harrison off him.

“I love you Mommy I love you, Daddy.” Harrison smiled at you both.

“We love you both so much.” Kissing each of your boys on the cheek you stood with them trapped in between your bodies subjecting them to tickle and kiss attacks.

“I love you.” You smiled at Dean.

“I love you too Mrs Winchester.”

-

Reaching out for Dean your hand met cold bedsheets again, pulling yourself out of bed you walked towards the nursery checking on the boys. Pushing the already open door you walked in both boys were asleep. Walking downstairs you finally took in what Dean had dressed you in, one of his deep red flannels and a pair of panties.

“Baby?” You called out as you reached the bottom of the stairs.

“I’m in the kitchen,” Dean called out. “What do you want to eat?”

“I’m not hungry.”

“You have to be.”

“I’m really not.” You shrugged falling onto the couch.

“You’re sure?”

“Yep, I’ll eat something later, I’ll make myself something later.”

“Want anything while I’m up?”

“A glass of water.”

“On it.” Dean smiled at you. “Here.” He handed you a glass of water. “Anything else?”

“No I’m good, what are you making?” You asked.

“Maybe steak,” Dean called over his shoulder as he looked into the fridge.

“Nice.” Placing the glass down on the coffee table you closed your eyes again slumping into the pillows.

“Baby?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to make you anything?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Okay, sit up.” Dean’s hand was on your shoulder.

Sitting up Dean’s arms wrapped around you before settling back onto the couch with you, your head resting on your chest. “Don’t you have stuff to do?” Mumbling into his shirt clad chest.

“It can wait, are you good?”

“I’m just tired.”

“Go back to sleep then.”

“I can’t we have stuff to do and it’ll mess with my sleep cycle.”

“You slept for an hour earlier another hour won’t hurt, I’ll sleep with you.”

“You will?”

“Yep.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket setting an alarm for an hour. “We’ll be up in an hour unless the boys wake us up sooner.”

“Okay.” Smiling up at him you closed your eyes again.

-

Someone was knocking on your front door.

“They’ll go away,” Dean mumbled.

“They can see your feet hanging off the end of the couch.”

“They can’t.”

“Are your feet hanging off the end of the couch?” You asked looking up at him.

“Yeah.”

“Then yes they can see you.” Shifting you sat up straddling his waist. “I’ll go.” Leaning down you kissed him before awkwardly shimmying off his lap. Walking towards the door you were too engrossed in your post-nap and cuddle haze that you didn’t notice the black car parked outside.

Throwing the door open you froze when you looked up to see Sam at your doorstep.

“Hi, please don’t close the door.”

“Dean!” You shouted listening as he scrambled off the couch a gun cocking behind you.

“Sam get the fuck away from Y/N and our house.”

“Dean, please I need to talk to her.”

“You’re acting like I’m not in the room.” You took a step towards Dean.

“Can I talk to you?” Sam asked watching as you moved closer to Dean.

“No, why?”

“I need to talk to you.”

“Why?” You grabbed Dean’s arm.

“I just do.”

“No.” Dean snapped. “You’re not getting anywhere near her.”

Your grip on Dean’s bicep tightened, seeing the man who wished death on your sons made your blood boil, he needed to leave and to be as far away from you all as possible.

“Y/N, both of you please -” Sam begged.

Dean’s muscle relaxed under your hand, Dean knew his brother, you thought you knew Sam.

“What about?” Dean asked his gun never moving from Sam’s chest.

“Everything.” Sam stopped looking at his brother his focus now on you. “Y/N please.”

“No, I can’t let you in this house after what you’ve said.”

“I didn’t mean it … I … I was ….”

“You were what?” Dean snapped.

“Are you armed?” You asked over Dean’s shoulder.

“No, well yes.” His eyes flickered from Dean to you.

“Hand everything you have over now.” Dean kept his gun aimed at his brother’s chest.

Sam pulled his gun out from behind him handing it to Dean. “Are you going to let me in or?” Sam asked.

“Depends, Y/N?” Dean looked down at you.

“Sam, what’s going on?”

“I can explain.” He sighed, he did look exhausted.

As both yours and Dean’s trust faltered Sam walked into your house, he gently shut the door behind him.

“Can I explain?” Sam asked looking directly at you.

“I want you out, I don’t want you here, there’s no reason for you to be here.”

“There’s no reason ?” Sam scoffed.

“Get out, just fucking get out.” You snapped at him.

“Y/N, let me explain.” He took a step towards you.

“No.” You grabbed Dean’s arm.

“Sam get out.” Dean tensed up.

The baby monitor lit up as one of the boys shuffled before crying, letting go of Dean’s arm you looked up at Sam.

His eyes zoned in on the monitor, you saw the shift his bright eyes darkening, his hand moved quicker than you or Dean could move, he pulled Dean’s gun from his hand delivering a hard blow to Dean’s chin with his elbow, he grabbed his gun from Dean’s other hand before landing an even harder blow.

“Sam! Stop!” Your eyes following the guns trying to grab them you failed. Sam somehow had the upper hand over both of you.

Sam’s eyes flickered to the stairs.

Your heart stopped, you moved faster than you ever had before running up the stairs you stopped halfway when you heard Sam’s boot hit the stairs.

“Sam, Sammy, please stop, please.” You begged glancing towards Dean he was getting up clutching his side he spat blood onto the wooden floor.

“Move.” His voice was cold as he stuffed Dean’s gun in his waistband behind him.

“No, Sam stop, please stop.” Your hand reached out, as soon as your fingers touched his cheek his eyes connected with yours. “Sam please.”

Another cry tore through the silence, Sam’s eyes left yours moving beyond you to the top of the stairs.

“Sam-” You tried again taking a step backwards moving closer to your boys, Sam’s hand enclosed around your wrist pulling you down a step.

“They need to die.” He spat moving to the side slightly he pulled you closer unbalancing you, his hand moved to the middle of your shoulder blades pushing hard he sent you headfirst down the stairs. It hurt, fuck it hurt, your head hit the floor hard making black spots dancing across your vision.

“Sam! Stop!” Dean roared running up the stairs he tried to catch his brother, but he’d gone, Sam was already upstairs. “SAM!”

Scrambling to your feet your eyes momentarily glancing at the pool of blood you’d left on the floor. Staggering upstairs you watched Dean try to get the nursery door open.

“Call nine one one, get the gun from my bedside table, now!” Dean snapped at you throwing his full weight at the door.

You followed Dean’s instructions handing him his gun with shaky hands you listened as the call connected.

“My ex he’s in my house, locked in the nursery with my twins he has two guns, please hurry.”

“Okay, we’re sending officers right away, what’s the address, ma’am?” The woman’s voice remained neutral.

Rattling off your address you watched Dean kick the door repeatedly, the door never moving. It was now you hated how safety conscious Dean was he’d installed locks on each bedroom door in case anyone came after any of you.

Your nightmares were becoming reality.

The phone fell from your hand as the door splintered with one more kick it flung open, Dean stilled for a split second before he walked into the nursery, following him you froze wide-eyed before two gunshots echoed through the room.

Part 14

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