#sam x reader inserts

It started off with the small things. You were a hunter and before you and Sam ever got together, you would hunt with the Winchesters. You were good at it, killing monsters left and right. It was one of the reasons Sam fell I love with you. Then, you two started dating and Sam got more protective over you.

You thought it was sweet at first. You didn’t want to see him get hurt either and would sometimes try and protect him. However, it got to the point where you couldn’t leave the Bunker without him asking you where you were going. You tried to brush it off since the last time Sam loved a girl like you was with Jessica.

But, it got too much for you to handle. You couldn’t breathe right without Sam being up your ass all the time. You couldn’t take it anymore and decided to leave for a few days. You needed to get your head in the right space, trying to figure out how to deal with this all.

You didn’t tell Sam you were leaving, only Dean. You made him promise not to tell Sam and you left, glad to be on your own for a few days. However, while you were out enjoying yourself, you saw a hunt present itself to you, and you decided to take it, always having extra weapons on you for safe keeping. You never know in the world of hunting.

Long story short, you were captured and had to wait for Dean and Sam to come get you. Needless to say, Sam was pissed when he found you. He didn’t say anything until you were all back at the Bunker. Dean tried to get Sam to calm down on the way over to you but with no luck.

You wished Dean hadn’t stayed for this fight, but he wanted to make sure you were okay. Again, long story short, you and Sam ended up yelling at each other for the whole night, arguing about hunting on your own.

You were a hunter before meeting Sam and Dean and you’ve hunted alone most of your life. You know that you, being on a hunt alone, isn’t what was the problem. You tried to get Sam to tell you about it but he wouldn’t, so, you threatened him with a divorce, saying how this obsession has got to stop.

He let you go. He couldn’t legally file for divorce, but he managed to do it (with the help of Castiel) and now here you were, 6 months down the line, alone and heartbroken. You thought you and Sam had something more special. He didn’t even bother fighting for you when you mentioned the word ‘divorce’.

Seeing how he spent so much time up your ass, you thought he would at least care for you. Maybe Sam wasn’t the man for you, maybe he was only meant for you to see your own self-worth. But the thing was… you missed Sam and you loved him so very much. Now he was gone and you didn’t know the next time you would see him.

You thought you would have run into him on a case somewhere but it never happened. But, that never stopped you from giving up hope and even now, while you were on a small case, you were still hoping your cell phone would ring and it would be him, ready to apologize to you.

Well, your phone did ring but it wasn’t Sam. It was Dean. Dean, you still liked. Dean, you still talked to every once in a while, getting updates on their lives… Sam’s life.

“Dean, hey, long time, no talk.” You said once you picked up.

“Hey, Y/N, how are you doing?” He asked, his voice strained a bit.

“Fine, are you okay?” You asked, noticing something was off right away.

“Yeah, I want to catch up, you know that, but I kind of need your help.”

“My help? What could you possibly need my help with? Don’t you have Sam and, I don’t know, and Angel?” You said, sighing deeply.

“Yeah, listen, Cas isn’t much help right now and I’m not with Sam. We’ve decided to take a break.”

“Wait, why? Is everything okay with you two?” You asked, worried that you were the one to cause a fight between the brothers.

“Yeah, no, everything is fine. Look, could you please meet me? Where are you?”

“In Wisconsin but sure, I’ll meet up with you if you promise to explain what is going on. Also, if you promise that Sam isn’t going to be there when I get there. I don’t know if I’m ready to see him right now.” You admitted, your voice getting lower with each word.

“I promise. I’ll text you the details. I really owe you one.”

“Yeah, you do, Winchester.” You said, hanging up shortly after. You sighed, seeing the details Dean had sent your way. You had no idea what was going on with him but this was Dean, of course you were going to help him. A small part of you hoped that he lied and that Sam really was going to be there. But, based on the way he treated you, you hoped that he wasn’t.

You got to the isolated house that Dean had invited you to and got out of your car, looking around the place. There was nothing for miles and you wondered why Dean was here, out of all places. Was he hiding form someone? Was he hiding someone here? You had a ton of questions but they would only get answered if you walked inside the house.

You saw the Impala and immediately, your mind was filled with memories of you and Sam and the nights spent in the backseat. You sighed, shaking them out of your brain for the time being. You couldn’t help Dean if your mind was filled with Sam. At least he wasn’t going to be here.

You walked up to the front door and found it unlocked, walking inside without waiting for someone to come to the door.

“Dean! I’m here!” You said, closing the door with a heavy thud.

“Dean, you called her here?” You froze at the sound of the one person who you dreaded seeing. You slowly walked into the living room and saw Dean bickering with his brother. Upon entering, both brothers pulled away with Dean looking at you and Sam looking at the ground.

“You said he wasn’t going to be here.” You said, looking at Sam who refused to look at you.

“Well, that shouldn’t matter, right? You’re already here and we do kind of need your help. We would call Cas but he’s been MIA for quite a while and we didn’t have anyone else to turn to.” Dean said sheepishly.

“There is literally 5 other people we could have called, Dean.” Sam said, his voice low as if he didn’t want you to hear it but you did. You sighed and felt your heartbreak at this. Sam scoffed when Dean didn’t say anything and left you and Dean alone.

“I think you better call someone else. I don’t think I’m wanted here.” You said, turning around to leave.

“No, stay, please?” Dean said, rushing over to you and grabbing your arm lightly. “Come on, we both need you here. We worked so well in the past. Come on, Y/N, please. For me?” You sighed and turned back around, your arm still in Dean’s hand. You stared into the green eyes that begged you to stay.

“Alright, fine, what are we dealing with?” You asked, trying to push the thought of Sam’s attitude into the back of your mind.

“A Nephilim. Look, you knew that Lucifer was going to be a problem before and you knew he impregnated a woman, right?” Dean said, letting your arm go.

“Don’t bother telling her this, Dean, I don’t think she could help.” Sam said, walking back into the room.

“Sam, please, don’t…” Dean said with a sigh.

“No, Dean, let Sam say what he wants. I think he forgot who it was that helped him finish not one, not two, not even three, but a ton of cases because he was too dumb to figure it out for himself.” You said, glaring at Sam. You thought that once you saw Sam, you would realize how stupid you two were being and forgive each other but that clearly wasn’t the case. He didn’t want you here, well, you were going to make sure that you would stay here.

“Are you forgetting who had to save your ass because you got yourself captured not one, not twice, not even three times but a ton of times?” Sam retorted. You were about to say something when Dean cut you off.

“Both of you, knock it off! Sam, how is Jack?” Dean said, looking at his brother.

“He won’t stop staring at me. He won’t even let me enter the room.” Sam said, sighing.

“Who is Jack?” You asked.

“Lucifer’s son.” Dean said, looking at you.  

“Lucifer has a son? You didn’t get Kelly to kill the baby?” You gasped, hitting Dean in the arm.

“Hey, she tried to. She actually tried to kill herself but Jack wouldn’t let her. We need your help with him. He won’t listen to any of us and we thought that he might listen to you.” Dean said, giving you those puppy eyes again.

“Ugh, fine, but only for you, Dean. It’s bad enough Sam is here.” You said, glaring at Sam before pushing past both Winchesters. You left the room but stayed by the door to hear what they were saying because you knew that as soon as you left, an argument would erupt.

“Dean, why the hell did you invite her here?” Sam said, glaring at his brother.

“You know why, Sam. You’re pissy every single day and frankly, it’s getting on my damn nerve. Now, you let her walk away the first time, don’t make that mistake again.” Dean said, glaring at Sam. Neither brother was backing down from this.

You got tears but wouldn’t let them fall. You sighed and walked down the hallway to the only bedroom in the house. You sighed and knocked on the door just so Jack would know you were coming in. You didn’t wait for him to answer you and you opened the door, seeing the frightened child huddled in the corner.

“Hi, Jack, you don’t know me but my name is Y/N.” You said, seeing his eyes glow yellow upon you stepping into the room. Shit, that wasn’t good.

“Okay, look, I know you’re scared right now. Your mother just died and your father is locked away right now but I won’t hurt you.” You tried again, walking a bit closer to him. He growled, seeing how you were getting closer and you stopped, fearful that he would kill you.

“Look, Jack, I’m sorry this is how you were brought into the world. It’s a shitty world right now but just let me help you. I’m not your mom, I know this, but if you let me, I would like to try. Sam and Dean, they won’t hurt you. They’re good people. They’re just confused because, well, we’ve never met a Nephilim before. You understand, right?” You said, trying to be gentler with him. He stopped his growling but his eyes stayed yellow.

“It’s okay to be scared. I’m scared, but not of you. Look, I can see you’re hurt, you’re bleeding. Let me help you.” You said, staring into his eyes. He sighed and his eyes turned back to their normal color. You smiled, sitting on the bed, waiting for him to come to you.

He got up slowly and walked over to you, sitting next to you on the bed. He reluctantly gave you his arm where you saw a cut was. You looked into his eyes and smiled, looking at the wound. You were about to get up and get the first aid kit when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in.” You said. The door opened and when Jack saw Sam and Dean, he growled, his eyes turning yellow.

“Hey, Jack, it’s okay. I told you they won’t hurt you. I won’t let them hurt you.” You said, looking at him. He looked at you and nodded, calming down.

“I’m going to get the first aid kit, so I’ll be right back.” You said to Jack, getting up from the bed but he gripped your arm tightly, not wanting you to leave.

“Jack, hey, it’s okay, I’ll be right back.” You said, looking at him.

“No, stay.” He said.

“Okay, fine, will one of you get the kit?” You asked Sam or Dean, sitting back on the bed. Dean left before his brother got a chance to, leaving you and Sam to stare at one another.

“Wow, you’re better with him than Dean and I.” Sam said, not knowing where to look.

“Yeah, go figures, huh? I’m surprised you left him in this room all by himself. You were so far up my ass, you barely let me breathe on my own.” You said, glaring at Sam.

“Oh, I was up your ass? How could I be, when you left to go on hunts by yourself? Did you have no regards to other people’s feelings?” Sam asked, stepping into the room. Jack’s grip on you tightened and you turned to him, putting a hand on his back.

“It’s okay, Jack. We’re not fighting. No, if we were fighting, Sam would be yelling shit left and right, throwing things to make him more macho.” You said. Sam was about to yell at you when Dean came back to the room.

“God, what is with you two lately? You used to be in love with each other.” Dean said, handing you the kit. You turned to Jack and patched up his arm. Smiling at him when he was good as new. You figured since he was new to this world, his powers haven’t taken effect yet.

“Yeah, Dean, used to, as in, not anymore. It’s funny how a person can change so much.” You said, looking at Sam while you said it.

“I changed? You were the one who left me.” Sam said.

“Yeah! Because you were obsessive! You barely let me leave the Bunker and if I did, you wanted to come with. Like, dude, have you heard of personal space?” You accused him.

“It’s not my fault I wanted to protect you! Sorry, I cared too much!” Sam said with a glare. You were about to say something when you looked at Jack.

“Why don’t you get some sleep, okay?” You said. Jack nodded and he laid on the bed. You sighed and moved Sam and Dean out of the room. You hated fighting in front of children, you didn’t care if this child was a Nephilim.

You stormed away from the bedroom and to your bag, throwing the first aid kit on the couch. You grabbed your bag and sighed.

“No, Y/N, where are you going? We need you.” Dean said, pushing his brother to the side.

“No, Dean, you don’t!” You said, turning around with tears in your eyes. “I don’t want to stay here when the person I love the most hates me and can’t stand to be around me. I’m leaving, Dean, and this time, I’m not coming back.” You looked at Sam to see him carry a guilty look but you didn’t care.

You left the house, walking to your car. You needed to get away from here or else your heart would break even more. You threw your bag in the backseat and was about to get in the car when a voice stopped you.

“Y/N, wait…” Sam said with a sigh, sticking his hands in his pockets. You didn’t turn around because if you did, your heart would break more.

“Sam, just go away. I don’t want to hear it.”

“I love you. I don’t hate you.” He blurted out, making you freeze. You turned around and looked at him, your angry façade crumbling.

“You love me?”

“I never stopped.”

“I don’t understand, Sam.” You started to say but Sam cut you off.

“No, listen, I know I’ve acted like a dick, asshole, douchebag, whatever you want to call me, I’ve acted like it and you didn’t deserve any of it. I hated watching you walk out but I hated myself for not stopping you. I shouldn’t have let you go.” He said, sighing deeply.

“Then, why did you? Sam, why were you treating me like a child? I know for damn certain it wasn’t because you didn’t want me to hunt alone. That’s bullshit.” You said, needing an explanation.

“I wanted to protect you…” Sam said, trailing off.

“No, Sam, don’t give me that. How you treated me, that wasn’t protection, that was possession.” You said, taking a few steps closer to him.

“No, you don’t get it, Y/N. I watched Jessica burn on the ceiling. I could have protected her but I didn’t. I pulled in Eileen into this life we live and she died because of me. I couldn’t protect her. Everyone I meet, dies and it’s all my fault. I couldn’t let that happen to you. You’re the love of my life and if you died because of me, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. Pushing you away seemed like the easier choice.” Sam said, looking at the ground.

Your heart quenched at this and you sighed, walking closer to him, putting your hands on his chest. You made him look at you and you stared into his eyes.

“Sam, I know how to take care of myself. I appreciate you wanting to protect me and look out for me but you can’t be there all the time. I married you because I felt safe with you, because I love you. That will never change no matter how much of a dick you act like. I married you because you’re Sam Winchester. You protect me just by being there for me.” You said, moving your hands to around his neck.

He placed his hands on your waist and you could see the tears in his eyes.

“I love you so much.” Sam whispered.

“I love you.” You said, standing up on your toes and pressing your lips against his. You haven’t felt at home in a while but you were home right now. You knew that you and Sam would be okay from this moment forward. You two would face the whole world together but it didn’t matter as long as he was by your side.

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The Sam Fam:

Then the vomiting started and the loss of appetite, along with bloating and diarrhea. You tried to hide it from the boys and so far, it has been working but Sam, your loving and wonderful boyfriend, notices something off about you.

You get up in the middle of the night to throw up, even if it was nothing at all before getting back into bed. You wouldn’t let Sam touch you anymore, much less kiss you. You didn’t want him knowing what was going on because when you were sick, he was the worst mother hen of all time.

He would stop hunting all together just to take care of you and you knew he was doing it because he cared and loved you but it got annoying sometimes to have him up your ass 24/7. You didn’t want Dean to know because then Sam would find out and Dean is almost as bad as Sam.

At least Dean knew when you gave him the death glare, he needed to stop. You tried to be quiet as you got out of bed early in the morning before Sam got up for his morning run. You rushed out of your shared bedroom and to the bathroom.

You barely had enough time to sink to your knees by the toilet before you were puking your dinner up from last night. If there was one thing you absolutely hated, it would be vomiting. You hated what it did to your body and you hated how it made you feel.

Your throat would be sore and your stomach would hurt when you threw up nothing. As much as you didn’t want to, you would force yourself to eat something or to drink something just so you had something to throw up when the time came.

You knew it would pass in a couple of days but this was torture for you.

You threw up one more time before you felt someone gathering your hair out of your head into a makeshift ponytail. Sam’s large hand rubbed your back, trying to comfort you. You groaned, pushing yourself away from the toilet, flushing it before you stood up.

“I didn’t want you to see me like this.” You said, going to the sink to brush your teeth.

“Are you okay? You’ve been throwing up for the past couple of days.” Sam asked, concerned for you.

“It’s nothing, Sam, I’m fine. Don’t you have a run to go on?” You said, spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing your mouth. He sighed and left the bathroom, trying to figure out why you’ve been acting this way.

You left the bathroom and back to your room but Sam was nowhere left to be found. That was odd because he couldn’t have gotten dressed that fast. You walked down the hall to Dean’s room where you saw his door ajar.

Dean never left his door opened unless someone was inside. You crept to the door, making yourself hidden and peeked inside to see Sam by the bed, blocking your view of Dean. You tried to listen what they were saying.

“Dean, I have no idea what is going on with her.” Sam said, freaking out a bit. Dean yawned and you knew Sam woke him up upon entering his room.

“Maybe she’s sick?” Dean asked in the form of a question.

“No, she would have told me if she was or not.”

“Maybe she’s pregnant.” Dean said with a chuckle. You were about to let out a chuckle yourself when you heard what Sam said.

“No, don’t play with me like that. She can’t be pregnant. We always use a condom, man. Why would you even think that?” Sam said, freaking out even more. You frowned, looking at your stomach. Yes, you were bloated which may have looked like a very tiny baby bump but why was Sam reacting like this? You thought he loved you.

“Dude, I was just joking, calm down. Plus, what if she was?” Dean asked.

“Dean, we can’t bring a baby into this world. It’s so dangerous. Plus, I don’t think I’m ready to be a dad.” Sam freaked out some more. You got tears, letting them fall. You had heard enough. He doesn’t want a kid with you and he may or may not love you anymore which broke your heart.

You walked away from the door and back to the bathroom, shutting it before letting yourself break. After a few long moments, you heard Sam’s heavy footfalls walk past the bathroom to his room to get ready for a run.

You didn’t know what to do with this information.

You were in the library when Sam got back. You were with Dean and you two were trying to find a new case to go on. You decided not to say anything about what you heard because you didn’t want to hurt yourself even more.

Sam walked straight past you without a word so he could shower and get dressed. You wanted to cry but you didn’t want to do it in front of Dean.

“You find anything?” Dean asked, sipping his coffee.

“No.” You said, trying to keep your voice under control.

“Is everything okay?” He asked, noticing your tone.

“Fine, Dean.” You said, ending the discussion. He decided to keep his mouth shut. There was nothing worse than an angry pregnant woman, in his opinion. Sam came back 20 minutes later all dressed. He looked at you and sighed, knowing he needed to talk to you about this.

“Hey, Y/N, can we talk?” You looked up at Sam with an eyeroll but crossed your arms.

“Okay, talk.” You said, annoyed.

“Privately?” He asked, glancing at Dean.

“No, whatever you can say in front of me, you can say in front of Dean.” Both Dean and Sam looked at each other and Dean shrugged at your behavior. Sam sighed and nodded, standing straight.

“I know.”

“Know what, Sam?” You asked. Sam looked at Dean again, uncomfortable that he was there but he just decided to come out and say it.

“That you’re pregnant.”

“Excuse me? Do I look pregnant?” You asked, scoffing as you stood up. Dean whistled lowly but other than that, stayed quiet.

“Well, no, but you’re throwing up these days and I assumed…”

“You assumed I was pregnant? No, Sam, I have food poisoning. Thanks to Dean and that shitty diner he took us to, I got food poisoning because of that.” You said with a glare.

“Hey!” Dean said, offended by this.

“Plus, why would it matter if I were pregnant or not? Just because you may not be ready, doesn’t mean you should be freaked out by this. Yeah, I heard what you said to Dean this morning. We can damn well bring a baby into this word and don’t you say we can’t. I would be a fantastic mother; do you understand that?” You yelled at him, getting tears.

“I have to be somewhere.” Dena said, getting up and racing out of the library so fast, it was impressive.

“No, sweetheart, you got the wrong idea. I know you would be a fantastic mother. Yeah, I freaked out but you apparently didn’t hear the rest of our conversation because if you did, you wouldn’t be acting like this.” Sam said, walking to you.

“What are you talking about?” You asked, feeling your stomach ache in pain.

“I was telling Dean how excited I am. I’m not scared at all by that. I would have been excited because then that means we would have a mini you or a mini me running around here and the thought of that makes me very happy.

“I’m 34-years-old and I have the most amazing woman by my side. Having a child with her would be amazing and I have no doubt we can do it together.” Sam said, taking your hands in his, kissing the backs of them.

You smiled at Sam, your heart fluttered at his words. You knew you weren’t contagious but you were about to throw up and you didn’t want to get any of that in Sam’s mouth. You didn’t say anything as you rushed to the kitchen, kneeling by the trash can. You threw up, emptying your breakfast.

Sam was right behind you, pulling your hair into a ponytail and comforting you. You groaned when you were done, standing up on shaky legs. You walked over to the kitchen and washed out your mouth with water, trying to get the bad taste out of your mouth.

“I’m sorry you got the wrong idea.” Sam said in a gentle voice.

“I’m sorry for flipping out so easily. This should pass within a day or two so don’t worry, I’m not pregnant.” You said with a soft smile.

“Do you want to be?” Your eyes snapped to his to see if he was joking but he was dead serious.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, I think we’re ready for this and I promise not to freak out.” Sam said with a chuckle.

“One day we will. But I like having you all to myself.” You said with a grin.

“Fair enough.” He chuckled. You walked out of the kitchen and back to the library where you could continue your research.

“Hey, why didn’t you tell me you were sick? We could have avoided all of this.”

“You’re worse at being mother hen than I am, Sam. I love you but I can’t handle that much Sam right now.”

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Sam Fam:

“Okay, have fun.” He said with a wink and you rolled your eyes at his suggestive nature.

“We’re not doing that, Dean. We’re just taking a walk.” Sam said, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, besides, it’s not Spring.” You said with a smirk, hinting at something else. Dean chuckled and nodded while Sam slapped your arm playfully.

“You’re not supposed to tell him that.” He said with a chuckle. You shrugged and smiled, looking at Dean.

“Don’t wait up for us.” You said, taking Sam’s hand and leading him out of the Bunker to begin your nightly walk. You always went when it was dusk, dark enough to where it was romantic but light enough outside to where you could still see where you were going. Especially living by the Bunker where there are no other lights in the area.

You and Sam enjoyed the company of one another, talking about literally anything that came to mind. You loved Sam with all your heart and you were glad that after 2 years of dating, you were still high on each other, always learning something new about him.

You’ve been living with him and Dean for a lot longer than that, always keeping your relationship with Sam platonic to not jeopardize your working relationship with him. You loved hunting with him and Dean and you didn’t want to have to leave if things got awkward with Sam.

However, one night, you were just peacefully reading in your room when Sam barged in and didn’t do anything except storm over to you and kissed you. You wondered where this was coming from but you didn’t complain.

After that, you guys talked and 2 years down the road, here you were. You were happier than before but you guess that was just because of Sam. You couldn’t see yourself with anyone other than him.

“Are you cold?” Sam asked, noticing you pulling your jacket closer to your body.

“Just a little. I didn’t realize how much the weather drops out here.” You said with a smile. Sam chuckled and he put an arm around you, pulling you into his body.

“Better?”

“Much. I don’t understand you at all. You’re a walking space heater. Don’t you ever get hot?” You asked, smiling up at him.

“Not really.” He chuckled. You nodded and continued to walk the path Sam took when he jogged, entering the woods that surrounded the Bunker. You knew this path like the back of your hand, knowing which roots to steps over and which tree not to run into.

You often went jogging with Sam, but lately you haven’t been going. It was just too cold out in the mornings.

“You know, Halloween is coming up. We should do something special with the Bunker.” You said as you walked.

“Like what? You know Dean doesn’t really celebrate holidays.”

“He is this year. I’m going to decorate it and have a kick ass party there. Just you wait.” You said with a grin, walking further into the woods. The path Sam took led you further into the woods and then just when you thought you were lost, you take a swift left and you’re out of the woods in a few minutes or so.

As you walked further, you saw a soft glow of something in the distance. You frowned and pulled away from Sam slightly, your hunter instincts taking over. You didn’t know what this was or if you would need to fight. You hoped not since this time was supposed to be about you and Sam.

“What is that up there?” You asked.

“I don’t know. I’ve never seen it on our walks before.” Sam replied, taking caution as well. As you began to get closer and closer, you saw that there was no danger ahead, just a lantern, hanging on a wooden post.

You frowned because you never saw that lantern here before which meant that someone put it here between the time you got down with your walk last night to now. Strange.

“What is this doing out here?” You wondered, walking closer to it. It was lit, giving off slight warmth who stood directly underneath it.

“I’m not sure.” Sam said, trying to overthink it. As you stood underneath it, you smiled, feeling the warmth come from the fire inside. Sam stepped closer to you and you looked into his sparkling eyes, noticing the dimples on his cheeks pop out the wider his smile got.

“You know what this reminds me of?” You asked, taking his hands and pulling him closer.

“What?”

“Mistletoe. Let’s pretend this is our autumn mistletoe.” You stood on your tiptoes, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him close to kiss him. When his mouth enveloped yours, you moaned in appreciation, kissing him back.

After that night, that lantern never moved, never left its spot. You didn’t know how it got there but that was always your mistletoe, your little romantic place to escape.

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 The Sam Fam:

Pie was one of Dean’s favorite things to eat. No matter where he was or whatever the place he was eating at, he would always order pie for dessert. He loved all kinds of pie which made it more special since he could never get bored with any kind of flavor.

One of the things you loved about yourself was hat cooking was one of your specialties. You learned from Dean who learned from John who learned from Mary. Dean was one of the best cooks you knew but lately, he’s been so busy lately that when he goes to eat, he doesn’t have time for pie.

He barely has time to eat the food that he has and for Dean, that is saying something. Food was one of Dean’s favorite things in the world and seeing him not finish his meals, broke your heart a bit. Luckily, though, you convinced John to take his case with Bobby so it could give Dean a break from everything.

Even John knew something was wrong with Dean if he wasn’t finishing his food. Dean barely got enough sleep so he was sleeping through the day but you wanted to do something special for him.

He rarely gets appreciated but this would change because you wanted to make him a delicious pie, a cherry pie. That was his favorite. You already had all the ingredients since you bought them earlier in the week so you could wait for this moment.

You got out the pan and the ingredients, making sure you wouldn’t wake him. From the lack of food and sleep, you knew he would be out like a light. You turned the oven on for it to heat up while you prepared.

“What are you doing?” You heard Sam say. You snapped your head to him who just came out of the bathroom from a very relaxing shower.

“I am making your brother a pie. Want to help?” You looked at him. He thought it over and shrugged, walking over to you, shaking his long hair out before he came to you. You knew that boy would grow even longer hair when he’s older.

“Sure.” Sam said, washing his hands before doing anything else.

“Alright. Can you start making the dough?” You asked, gabbing the cherries and the cherry filling.

“Right, and how is that done again?” Sam asked sheepishly. You smiled at him, realizing you or Dean never really taught him how to cook.

“Right, I forgot we didn’t teach you this yet. It’s simple really,” You said, walking over to him. You told him which ingredients to mix and how hard he should knead the bread. “Think you can manage that?”

“Yeah, I think I can manage kneading some bread.” Sam said, teasing you back.

“Alright, just checking.” You said, winking at him. He smiled, his dimples proudly on display.

“You know, I don’t know why you don’t like pie.” You said, cutting up the seedless cherries in half. You were mixing the real cherries with the filling to give it a bit of texture.

“That kind of things are unhealthy. I need to take care of my body if I am going to be a hunter.” He said, not convincing you at all.

“And what’s the real reason you eat like that?” You said, raising one eyebrow at him. “I know damn well it isn’t because of hunting.”

“You’re right. I want to do more in life. I want to be healthy and live long. I can’t do that if I eat the shit that Dean does.” He said. Even though Dean ate all kinds of crap, he still was a beautiful man and had a very beautiful body.

“Do you want to hunt?” You asked, mixing the filling and the real cherries, leaving some cherries to layer it with.

“Why do you ask?” Sam said, kneading the dough.

“Sam, I know you better than you think. I’ve seen your interest for hunting fade away. So, what do you want to do in life?” You asked, walking over to him and started to fill the premade crust with the filling you mixed.

“I want to go to Stanford and study pre-law.” He admitted quietly to you, knowing he couldn’t hide things from you.

“I’ve seen your grades. With that track record, you’ll be getting a full ride in no time.” You said, looking at him with a small smile.

“Wait, you’re not mad?” He asked.

“Mad about what? That you don’t want to hunt?” You asked, lightly placing the seedless cherries you didn’t cut on top of the filling. “Sam, I admire you. I admire your ambition and I hope that you never lose that. Ever since you were a baby, I never wanted this for you. I know I’m not your mom and I know I’m not a Winchester but I’m serious. If you find something you like and want to pursue, then do it.”

Sam took the dough that was finished and walked over to you and handed it to you. You took it with a smile and sprinkled flour on the counter so it wouldn’t stick.

“What about you? Do you want something more?” He asked, wondering what to do next. You put him in front of you and handed him the roller.

“Make it flat and cut out medium sized strips for me to use.” You instructed. He nodded and took the roller, rolling the dough flat.

“You didn’t answer my question.” Sam said, putting effort into it.

“It’s too late for me anyways so it doesn’t really matter what I want.” You said with a sigh, putting away the cherries you didn’t use.

“Of course, you can still choose. You’re not dead, are you?” Sam asked with a scoff, cutting the dough like how you asked him to.

“No, I’m not, but when you’ve been hunting for 12 years of your life and not 4 like you, you can’t turn your back on this. People need people like me and Dean and your father. They need people like you but you’re young enough to do the things you want.” You said, grabbing the stripes that he already cut up.

You started to weave them together and soon Sam was out of dough to cut and you were out of dough to weave.

“If it helps, you’re a really good hunter.” Sam said with a smile.

“Thanks, Sam. I bet you’ll be a great lawyer one day. Don’t let your dad scare you. If you want to leave, leave. This is your life so live it the way you want,” You said, patting his shoulder. “Thanks for the help.”

You let out a soundless sigh and thought about the words you just spoke to Sam. You wished someone told that to you when you were his age. Maybe your life would have been different.

“For what it’s worth, you’re just as much as a Winchester as I am.” Sam said, smiling at you.

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What the hell were you doing here? Where were Sam and Dean? Why were you in a house you had no memory being in. The last thing you remember was hunting down some witches before going to sleep at the Bunker. Then, when you woke up, you looked like you were in a fucking Disney movie.

You got up from the bed and bit your lip, wondering what the hell was going on here. This place was a tiny apartment/house kind of thing so you opened the front door and walked out, already dressed to start the day.

Immediately upon leaving, your mouth opened and you started to sing. What the fuck was going on?

Little town, it's a quiet village Every day like the one before Little town, full of little people Waking up to say…

Wait, this was the song from Beauty and the Beast. What was going ON?

There goes the baker with his tray, like always The same old bread and rolls to sell Every morning just the same Since the morning that we came To this poor, provincial town

“Good morning, Belle!” The baker said with a smile. You knew this movie like the back of your hand and you were glad that you had those nightly Disney movies with Sam otherwise, you were sure he would be lost. You couldn’t say the same thing about Dean, though but you hoped for the best.

“Good morning, Monsieur!” You said with a smile.

“Where are you off to?”

“To return a book! It’s such an amazing story about two lovers.” You said with a grin but the baker didn’t return it.

“Sounds boring.” You rolled your eyes slightly and walked away from him, the rest of the town’s people singing to the song you started. You couldn’t believe this was happening. You really wanted to know who Dean was and who Sam was.

Before this all started, you and Sam were always more than friends but you never really crossed that line. It was just hours upon hours of endless teasing and Dean to tell us to fuck already but you never did. You liked flirting with him because it was safe.

Yes, you wanted something more with him and yes, you might love him as a boyfriend but he didn’t need to know that.

You walked over to the bookshop and inside, smiling at the owner of the little shop.

“Ah, Belle! Good morning!”

“Good morning, I’ve come to return the book I borrowed.”

“Finished already?” He asked, watching as you put the book back where it belonged.

“You kidding me? I couldn’t put it down! Do you have anything new?”

“Not since a few days ago.”

“Well, that’s alright. Could I borrow this one again?” You asked, picking out a book you saw was familiar.

“You’ve already read that twice now!”

“Of course, I have. It’s my favorite.”

“Then it’s yours.” He said with a chuckle.

“Are you sure?”

“I insist!” He smiled.

“Thank you very much!” You smiled and left the store, the towns people still singing like they’re supposed to. You walked over to the fountain and sat down, reading the book again as if you’ve never read it. You were pretending to read it since you weren’t interested in what was in the book.

You just needed to find Sam and Dean. You had a feeling where Sam was and poor Sam, he must be freaking out all alone in that castle. But Dean, on the other hand could be a handful of people. You just had to figure out which one.

“Y/N?” You heard your real name which could mean one thing. You looked up from your book and smiled widely when you saw that Dean was in fact… Gaston.

“My name is Belle.” You said, looking up at him.

“Of course… Belle… I would know that because I’m…” Dean was trying really hard to remember who he was. You knew that this would be a disaster.

“Gaston.” You whispered to him.

“Right! Gaston! Well, come with me and I’ll show you my… trophies.” He said with a wink.

“No, thank you.” You said, pushing away from him. You knew Dean has seen this movie a couple of times so he would be able to at least have some idea how to play Gaston. If not, you didn’t know how long you might be stuck in here.

“Come on, sweetheart, you know you want this.” He said, grabbing your arm. You knew Dean would never hurt you because you were like family to him but you didn’t know about Gaston. You were about to say something when you heard your character’s name being called.

“Belle! Belle!” You looked up to see your father exiting out of your little cottage. You shrugged out of Dean’s grip and looked up at him.

“I have to go help my father.” You rushed off before he could get another chance to say anything else. You rushed to your dad, knowing how much he needed his help.

“Ah! Belle! I’m so glad you’re here. I got that invention working! I’m going to take it down to the fair! Oh, Belle, this is going to be a life changer!” He said with a smile.

“Really, papa? That’s amazing! Let me go get Phillipe and I’ll help you.” You said, going to where you kept your horse and brought it back to your dad. You had no idea, even while watching the movie, where they kept the horse but it was like all of Belle’s memories suddenly became yours.

This was so fucking weird.

You helped your father get the horse ready and as soon as he was, you smiled up at him.

“Good luck!”

“Thank you my angel. Take care while I’m gone!” He said and then he was off, leaving you and your home. You knew what was going to happen to him but you had to pretend like you didn’t just send your father to his potential death.

You sighed, biting your lip as you held the new book in your hand. You knew what happened next so you walked to your house, getting ready to face Dean once again.

This is the part of the movie where you’re sitting in your cottage, reading the book you got this morning. It was kind of peaceful, knowing that you didn’t have a monster to worry about or some other hunting kind of shit that always got you down.

Sitting here, made you think of how crazy your life is. You had a sinking feeling who put you in this little world and when you got back, you were sure going to kick his feathery ass for doing so. All you have to do was get through this movie but honestly, you were waiting for when you met Sam.

But you had to get through Dean first.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. You got up from your spot on the couch and walked over to the door, opening it since you knew who it was.

“Gaston, what a pleasant surprise.” You said in a deadpan voice. Dean chuckled and winked, getting the hang of his character a lot better. But in reality, Dean was like Gaston a lot more than one would think. Dean walked in but stopped when he saw himself in the mirror.

“I’m just full of surprises, now, aren’t I? You know, I was walking around this really small town and all the girls seem to love me.” He said, looking around the cottage. It was just you and him so you could be yourselves for a little bit.

“Yeah, because you’re Gaston. All the ladies love Gaston except for Belle, or me, in this case.” You said, crossing your arms.

“Where’s Sam and why are we here, exactly?” Dean asked, breaking his character.

“I believe he is the Beast which makes sense considering he has the body and the hair for it. Plus, it makes sense that we get together, I mean, we practically are back in our world.”

“Yeah, please, kiss and get it all out there.”

“And to answer your other question, I think Gabriel put us here. Why? I’m not exactly sure, but once we are out, I am so going to kick his ass.” You said with a laugh.  

“And how do you think we can get out? By acting our parts?”

“Exactly that. Which reminds me, I have to go sing a little song and then visit Sam.” You said with a smile, getting ready to be into character again.

“Wait, you have to help me. I don’t watch these girly movies with you and Sam. I don’t honestly know what to expect.” Dean asked, pleading with you.

“Oh no, big boy, this is payback for all the times I asked you for help and you didn’t give me any. But I’m not mean, like you. I’ll give you one pointer.” You said, walking to the door with him.

“Come on, Y/N, what is it?” Dean pleaded, following you. You opened the door and saw that there was a crowd of people waiting outside. It looked as if there was a wedding going to go on with the things that they were carrying.

Typical Dean.

“I’m very sorry, Gaston, but I just don’t deserve you.” You said, pushing him a little. Dean wasn’t sure what was going on and tripped as you pushed him. He fell into the mud below and you smirked, seeing his glare at you.

“Bye Gaston.” You said, smiling and waving at him. You closed the door and laughed because that was fun. But you had a job to do so you looked out the peephole and watched as Lefou tried comforting him. You giggled and watched as they walked away.

Okay, song time.

You opened the door and peered your head out as if you didn’t know they were gone. When the coast was clear, you walked out of the house, singing the song that was meant for the scene.

Can you imagine? Me, the wife of that boorish, brainless…

Madame Gaston Can't you just see it? Madame Gaston His little wife, ugh

No, sir! Not me! I guarantee it I want much more than this provincial life!

You sang, walking around your little cottage, taking in the scenery and feeding the little animals.

I want adventure in the great wide somewhere I want it more than I can tell And for once it might be grand To have someone understand I want so much more than they've got planned...

You sang each note perfectly, having perfected it because of how many times you’ve seen the movie. You couldn’t wait to sing with Sam since you knew he had a wonderful voice. He just didn’t sing very often and you had no idea why.

Once you got done singing, you heard the whine of a horse. You looked in that direction to see Phillipe come running towards you. You tried to get him to calm down when he reached you, petting his mane.

“Calm, boy. It’s okay, you’re okay. Let’s go find our dad, huh?” You said, taking off the wagon that was still attached to him. You got his saddle on and got on, leading him back to where he came from. You looked back and made eye contact with Dean, sighing when you looked back to the woods.

You knew exactly where you were going and before you knew it, you were outside of the castle’s gates. You saw your father’s hat on the ground and you continued on the horse until you saw the front doors. You got off Phillipe and tied him to a tree.

“Wait right here and I’ll go get him.” You said, earning a snort from the horse. You walked to the doors and you opened it, walking inside.

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“You’re such a buzzkill, Sam. Please? Come on, just a few drinks. Then you can go back to reading or sleeping. Please? I want to feel better about myself and this is the way to do that. Don’t make me get drunk by myself.” You said, taking the top off the beer you placed on the table. Beer was all you had here.

“If you’re going to get drunk, then you’re going to have to have something stronger than that.” Sam said, getting up.

“But we only have beer here.” You said, watching him go to a secret cabinet you had no idea was there. He opened it and took out a few bottles of tequila and vodka, some of the alcohol Dean had in there.

“This is Dean’s stash. He kept it hidden from you because he knew you would drink it all.” Sam chuckled, taking out more bottles.

“Weird, I always thought Dean was a whiskey drinker, not a tequila or a vodka man.” You grinned, setting the beer down and walking over to him.

“There is another stash of that but I’m not telling you where that is.” Sam said, handing you the tequila and he got the vodka.

“Whoa, are you going to drink with me?” You asked with a grin.

“Yeah, I could use a break.” He said with a chuckle, taking a swig of the alcohol.

“Come on, Sam, we don’t need cups. We have the bottles.” You grabbed his hand and walked him over to the living you room you set up when you moved in. You plopped on the couch and smiled, taking a swig of the tequila.

“So, why do you want to get drunk? Why, do you feel lonely?” Sam asked, drinking. You looked up at him and decided on what to tell him. You were madly in love with him but you never had the courage to tell him. You knew what you were like when you drunk.

You were the lovey dovey girl who always craved attention and contact, always cuddling with someone, no matter who they were. You loved hugging them and feeling their warm arms around you. You wondered what Sam’s arms would feel like around you in that way.

You’ve hugged him before and his arms have been around you but you never got to really feel them. Maybe with alcohol, you might get the chance to work up the courage to tell him how you feel.

“I don’t know, I guess with Dean always going out, I feel like I should go out but who would want to go out with me?” You said, taking another long gulp of the tequila. You grabbed the vodka from his hand and handed him the tequila so you could switch.

“What do you mean? Any guy would be lucky to have you.” Sam said, taking a big sip of the tequila.

“Yeah, right. The one man I want doesn’t even know I want him.” You said, feeling the effect of the alcohol already. Man, how much have you already had to drink? You looked at the bottles in yours and Sam’s hands and saw they were past halfway empty.

Damn.

“Who is he?” Sam asked, finishing the bottle of tequila in a few sips. Damn, this man could drink. You wished you had his tolerance.

“You.” You said, scooting closer to him and putting your head on his chest, hoping he wasn’t going to reject you. You hated the thought of Sam rejecting you. You dared to peek a look at him and Sam took the bottle of the nearly empty vodka and put it on the table, pulling you close.

“That’s a good thing.” He said, whispering into your ear.

“Why is that?” You asked, your heart hammering in your chest. You really hoped you would remember this tomorrow morning.

“Because I have feelings for you but I didn’t think you would go for a man like me.” Sam said, putting a large hand on your thigh. You could smell the alcohol from his breath but you didn’t care. All you cared about is where this could lead with him.

“Why wouldn’t I?” You asked, feeling him start to leave kisses on your neck, biting and sucking when he pleased. “You are an amazing man and I would love it if we were together. Like together together.”

“Mmmm, you want us to be together? Like you can’t wait for me to get you naked and do with you what I please?” Sam said, leaving a mark on your neck. You moaned at the feeling and closed your eyes nodded, not being able to say a word.

The hand that was on your thigh rose, heading to the one place you needed him most.

“Sam, please…” You moaned when his hand got to its destination.

“Tell me what you want.” He said, kissing up to your lips.

“You.” You said, pressing your lips to his. That seemed to be the invitation he needed because he dominated the kiss, taking over every little thing. You didn’t mind, of course and let him take you away to his bedroom where you hoped would be the start of a very beautiful relationship.

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“Enchanté, Cherie.” The candlestick said, grabbing your hand to kiss it. You giggled as he continued to kiss it, getting on Cogsworth’s nerves.

“If there is anything… Lumière, stop that… If there is anything we can do to make you more comfortable… Lumière!” Cogsworth said, pushing Lumiere out of the way. Lumière touched his lit hand to Cogsworth and burned him.

You giggled at their behavior and your stomach rumbled again.

“I am hungry.” You said, smiling.

“You are?” Mrs. Potts said, getting excited. “Hear that everybody? She’s hungry! Stoke the fire, break out the silver and wake the china!” The fire on the stove roared to life and drawers opened to reveal very nice silverware standing at attention.

“Remember what the master said…” Cogsworth said to Mrs. Potts.

“Oh, shut it. I’m not letting the poor girl starve.” Mrs. Potts said, getting to work.

“That is right! She is our guest. We must make her feel welcome here!” Lumière said to Mrs. Potts and Cogsworth. He then turned to you and smirked up at you. “Right this way, mademoiselle.”

“Well, keep it down. If the master finds out about this, he’ll have our heads!” The clock said but the candlestick wasn’t listening.

“Of course, what is dinner without a little music?” Lumière said, taking you out to the dining room where you sat at the end of a very long table. You were so giddy because Be Our Guest was your favorite song in this movie. You couldn’t wait to experience it yourself.

Lumière stood on the table a few feet in front of you where a spotlight shone on him.

“Ma Chère, mademoiselle.  It is with deepest pleasure and greatest pride that I welcome you tonight.  And now, we invite you to relax. Let us pull up a chair as the dining room proudly presents... your dinner.” Lumière said, pointing at some of the dishes jumped onto the table. You smiled widely, waiting for the show to start.

“Be our guest, be our guest, put our service to the test! Tie your napkin 'round your neck, Chèrie and we’ll provide the rest!” Lumière sang. The chair handed you a napkin and you took it, putting it on your lap instead of around your neck.

“Soup du jour, hot hors d'oeuvres; why we only live to serve! Try the grey stuff, it's delicious! Don't believe me? Ask the dishes!” Lumière sang as he offered you a plate of hors d'oeuvres which you dipped your finger in to try. It was delicious.

“They can sing, they can dance! After all, miss, this is France! And a dinner here is never second best! Go on unfold your menu, take a glance and then you'll be our guest, be our guest, be our guest!” Lumière sang, letting the rest of the dishes take over.

Plates upon plates started dancing, making this a whole show for you. You grinned and laughed, loving this song and the dishes singing it. You danced a little as they sang, tasting some of the food they passed your way. You were still very hungry but this was way better than any kind of food you had ever eaten.

Lumière continued to sing and dance along with the dishes, making a huge show for you. You wanted to sing along so badly but you knew you couldn’t. So, you just opted for dancing instead, happy to be here. The dishes sang, doing some dances for you, preforming as if they were on a competition show and they wanted to win.

Sadly, just as soon as the song started, it stopped, but you really wanted to go home.

“Be our guest! Be our guest! Be our guest! Please be our guest!!” Lumière sang loudly, silverware flying through the air as the finale of the song came to a close. Lumière slid on the table as if a baseball player sliding to home plate. The song was over but you were very impressed.

“Bravo!! That was wonderful!!” You smiled, clapping for their performance.

“Thank you, thank you, mademoiselle. Yes, good show, wasn't it everyone?” Cogsworth said, looking at his own face to tell time. “Oh, my goodness! Would you look at the time? It’s off to bed!”

“I suppose you’re right. But I would like to look around, if you don’t mind.” You said, standing. You needed to get to the West Wing quickly.

“It would be our pleasure to give you a tour!” Lumière said with a smile.

“Yeah, I suppose so.” Cogsworth said, not liking the idea at all. You smiled and walked out of the dining room and into one of the hallways. You needed to get away from them in order to go off on your own.

“So, tell me about this place. I’m sure you know everything there is to know.” You said to Cogsworth.

“As a matter of fact, I do. Now, as you can see…” Cogsworth said, rambling on about the place and its history. You found the perfect opportunity to escape and you slipped through a door and smiled when you saw the grand staircase that would lead to the West Wing. 

You began to climb it, intrigued by this whole castle. Suddenly, you were stopped by a candlestick and a clock who were at your feet and panting.

“What’s up there?” You asked, already knowing.

“Where? Up there? Nothing. Absolutely nothing of interest at all in the West Wing. Dusty, dull, very boring.” Cogsworth rambled on, making sure you couldn’t pass.

“Oh, so that’s the West Wing, huh?” You asked, grinning at them.

“Way to go!” Lumière scolded Cogsworth.

“I wonder what’s up there.” You said, stepping over them but they blocked your path again.

“Perhaps you would like to see something else, maybe? The gardens or the library?” Cogsworth said. You totally forgot about the library.

“You have a library?” You asked, needing to see it.

“Oh yes! Indeed! We have more books than you’ll ever be able to read in a lifetime! Books on every subject ever studied by every author who ever set pen to paper…” Cogsworth said, walking off with Lumière. You made a show of following them but you escaped and rushed back up the stairs, going to the West Wing without a problem.

Upon entering the room, it was very messy like you remembered it. You saw a slashed painting on the wall which was of Sam in human form. You grew sad, missing your own Sam. You sighed and continued, your eyes landing on the encased Rose that glowed. You walked to the rose, entranced by its beauty.

You lifted the glass case off the rose and got a closer look. You knew you shouldn’t be in here and that Sam will eventually find and yell at you but you couldn’t seem to care. You reached out to touch the rose but a shadow fell over you.

Before you could touch the rose, the door slammed open and Sam jumped into the room, slamming the case back on the rose. You gasped, jumping back from Sam. He won’t hurt you. He won’t hurt you. This is Sam. He won’t hurt you.

“Sam, please look at me.” You said. Sam didn’t move and you were growing tired of his bullshit. You reached out and touched his shoulder. Once you touched him, he sighed and turned around to face you where you could properly see him.

You were surprised to see how much of a change he endured with his hair all over the place but he was still just as handsome as you remembered him. You walked to him and placed a hand on his cheek, his eyes closing slightly.

“Sam, why did you hide from me?” You asked gently.

“I didn’t want you seeing me like this.” He admitted.

“Sam, I don’t care what you look like. I like you for you. You’re still very handsome to me.” You said with a wide smile, looking into his eyes that were still the same beautiful hazel.

“Really?” He asked with a growing smile.

“Of course. I just don’t get why you’re being so rude to me.” You asked, biting your lip. He so badly wanted to bite it for you, but that would have to wait for another time.

“I’m sorry. I definitely have the Beast’s temper, that’s for sure.” He said with a chuckle.

“Hey, you know Dean is Gaston.” You said with a laugh, glad that your Sam was back. Sam laughed, throwing his head back and, even as a Beast, his laugh was perfect and music to your ears.

“I kind of figured he would be. It was either that of Cogsworth.”

“Oooh, Cogsworth would have been a good one.”

“How did we end up here?” He asked.

“I have no idea. I’m betting my money on Gabriel since he loves pulling this kind of things. So, the next scene of the movie is me running out of here and almost getting eaten by wolves, causing you to injure your arm. The question is, should I leave or should I not leave?” You asked, trying to think it over.

“No, don’t leave. I want to show you something that I think you might enjoy.” He said with a smile.

“Alright, then, take me away.” You giggled. You maneuvered your way through the messy room and Sam, being taller than usual, kept bumping into things, tripping over things on the ground. You were about to make a sarcastic comment when you howled in pain.

You rushed to him and he held his arm, where it was bleeding a little.

“What happened?” You asked.

“I must have hit it on something sharp.” Sam said, hissing at the pain.

“Well, I guess that takes care of the injured scene. Come on, let’s take care of that.” You said, helping him through the rest of the room. You got him to the living room and sat him down, seeing some of the furniture looking at you.

“Mrs. Potts! Could I have some hot water, please?” You asked her and she nodded, immediately doing as she asked. You saw Lumière, Cogsworth and some of the other objects stare at you and the Beast. They were surprised that he wasn’t chewing your head off for being in the West Wing but you knew their Beast better than they did.

Mrs. Potts came back with a rag and you began pouring hot water on the rag, looking at Sam who was licking at his wound to make it feel better.

“Stop that,” You said, walking over to him, kneeling in front of him. You took his larger than normal hand in your tiny one. You hovered the dripping rag over the cut and when he felt a drop of hot water hit his open wound, he growled out, trying to move his hand away.

“Stop it, just hold still!” You commanded, dabbing the rag on his wound. Upon contact, Sam roared in pain. The objects watching jumped back in fright, but Sam’s outburst didn’t scare you.

“That hurts!” Sam glared at you.

“If you would hold still, it wouldn’t hurt as much!” You scolded him for being a big baby. He was about to say something when your eyes softened. “I’m sorry, I’m almost done.”

He sighed and let you clean him up, trying to bite through the pain. He’s been shot, been to Hell, took on Lucifer, and he should be able to handle a little sting on his arm. You cleaned his wound but Sam just stared at you as you worked, thinking you looked very beautiful with the light given off by the fire in the fireplace.

You looked up at Sam with a smile to see that he was already smiling at you. The various pieces of furniture and objects in the room watched tenderly as you took care of Sam, glad to have you here to help break the spell on all of them. 

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You just also happened to meet the love of your life there too when he interrupted your reading because you had a book he was desperately looking for. You thought he was gorgeous and tall and so kind that you gave it to him anyways, giving him your number as well to tell you how it turned out.

You were not the person that just gave away your number like that but you felt adventurous and decided that this man would be worthy of having it. You could tell you got his attention and after thanking you, he told you he would call you.

But as good looking as he was, he must have a woman on his arm. Turns out he didn’t when he called you the next day, asking for your help. You knew a little bit about all kinds of subjects and without giving too much away, he asked you about the creature him and his brother were hunting at the time.

You tried helping him as much as you could and with the information you gave him, he solved the case easily. After that, you and him talked all the time. You didn’t get to see him all the time but you made sure you found the time to talk. It wasn’t like you had much to do other than wait for this call to text to come in.

You didn’t even know what happened after that, honestly, because one day, you were reading in a coffee shop on a rainy day and the next, you were in bed with Sam, having the most mind-blowing sex you’ve ever had. After that, you kind of were together. He came clean about what he and his brother did and as shocked as you were, you believed him.

You moved in with them and got along with Dean so well, he didn’t care that you were an innocent person before this. You felt like the Winchesters were the people missing from your life. Now that you got them, you weren’t going to let them go.

“Just some lore. You know, this library has a lot of it.” You said, smiling up at Sam. Another thing you loved about Sam was how fucking tall he was. Okay, you were just really short, coming up to the astonishing height of 5’2”. But you loved how tall he was. You loved tall men.

“You know, I never see you without a book.” He said, leaning down and kissing you tenderly. You loved how compassionate and caring he was. He was the man of your dreams, honestly.

“Aw, is someone getting jealous?” You asked, standing up to put the book you got away. You got the book down a while ago, using the step stool to get it but Dean stole it from you, it still in his possession. You frowned when you saw how high the shelf was really.

“Need some help?” Sam asked, amusement clear in his voice.

“No, I got this.” You said, determined to do this on your own. You dragged a chair over to the shelf and stood on it, the shelf still being right out of your reach. You frowned and tried jumping but that resulted to you almost falling off the damn thing.

Sam rushed over to you and grabbed your hips, making you steady again.

“Are you sure you don’t need help?” Sam asked.

“Fine.” You pouted, handing him the book. He easily slid it back on the proper shelf and you turned around to face him. Even on the chair, you came up to his chin.

“Hey, I love that you’re so short.” He said, leaning down and pressing his lips against yours. You sighed happily, kissing him back, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. You loved how soft his lips here and you couldn’t get enough of him.

“You’re just so fucking tall.” You muttered against his lips.

“You love it.”

“Not really.” You teased.

“Take that back. Say you love it.” He said, pulling away from you fully

“Make me.” You grinned, jumping off the chair and running away from him. He was too fast for you (damn those long legs) and caught you easily, tickling your sides. You squealed and laughed loudly, turning in his arms, trying to get away from him.

“Stop! I can’t breathe!” You laughed, his torturing fingers not letting up.

“Say you love that I’m tall.” He grinned, his heart swelling at your laugh.

“I love your height!” You yelled out. He stopped and grinned, kissing you again, pulling away so you could catch your breath.

“I knew you loved my height.”

“I love you.” You said with a grin kissing him again.

“I love you more.” He muttered, kissing you back.

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