Sam Winchester: Make your mind up
*Not my gif*Â
Pairing: Sam X Reader/Y/n, Dean mentionedÂ
Pov: Y/nÂ
Warnings: Angst, screaming, yelling, fighting words, The reader having a hard time making a choiceÂ
Summary: What happens when Sam expresses his feeling for the reader, will the reader have the same emotions or will it ensue with a fight. Dean might come to Y/n rescue.Â
Word Count: 1,452
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Sam and Iâs relationship was odd. It was a friend with benefits type of relationship, but at the same time it wasnât. It was a relationship where on valentine's day he got me my favorite flowers, and set up a romantic gesture. On Christmas he bought me jewelry, and on thanksgiving when he got up and said what he was thankful for, and he said me. Â
It was sitting at a stop light and having a green light come up, but two seconds later it was a yellow light then red again. Sam never gave me enough time to process everything going on, so when valentines rolled around this year again Sam bought me flowers and set up his bedroom into a movie theater like space.
We were only supposed to be Friends with benefits, he wasnât supposed to fall in love. I wasnât supposed to feel confused; I wasnât supposed to fall in love with him either. I had kept a lot of what was going on to myself, but Dean wasnât blind. He had told me how heâd see the spark in Samâs eyes when he looked at me, but Dean also knew what our relationship was really based on. Â
Before spending the rest of the day was Sam. I got up early and hung out with Dean, it was normal things that we were talking about. That was until Sam came in and interrupted out conversation. I could see the jealousy that wrapped his soft features. âWhat are you two doing out here?â Sam asked rising his eyebrows and folding his arms together. Dean looked over at me and then back at him âWe were talking. Why? Does that bother you Samuel?â Â
Dean asked before going back to work on the impala. âNo, it doesnât bother me Dean. And itâs Sam jackass not Samuel.â He said before slamming the door. I looked over at Dean, and he shrugged his shoulder a sympathetic look falling onto his face. Â
âWhat is going on Dean?â I asked him swinging my legs off the table I was sitting on. âYou canâ see it can you?â Dean said looking up from the engine of the impala. âWhat canât I see?â I asked intrigued into what he was going to tell me next. Â
âHon, Sam is a soft creature. But he falls hard and quick. Heâs jealous of our relationship because he hasnât said he likes you and heâs probably afraid that Iâm going to steal you. Which no offense I wouldn't do.â Â
I looked at him for what seemed like an eon. âWhat!â A confused look grabbing my features. âOh, shit that makes more sense now. Th... the Valentines, the Christmas gifts, the thanksgiving things. He was trying to say it but he didnât know how.â Dean looked at me a smirk written on his lips. âYouâre such a smart cookie Y/n.â I rolled my eyes before jumping off the table and saying âJackassâ as I walked back into the bunker. Â
As I walked past Sam's room, I could hear the TV on a low volume. I peeked my head in and saw him, his hands resting behind his head, his feet crossed at the end of his bed. âWhatchâa you watching, Sam?â I asked staying in the doorway. âNothing, you get bored sitting out with my brother.â He said not looking over at me. Â
âI donât even know how to respond to that question, Sam.â I said a hurt expression falling over my face. Still Sam laid still. âSam... Iâm... Just be straight with me. I donât like playing games.â I said starting to get anger that I was being ignored and treated like shit when I hadnât done anything wrong. Â
âYou donât like playing games, that rich coming from you. You want me to be straight with you, then fine. You canât let me fuck you and then go have a great relationship with my fucking brother.â Â
One it was odd to hear him curse, that was more Deanâs thing. Two how dare him tell me who I can fuck and who I can have a relationship with. âReally Sam. Who do you think you are? To tell me who I can fuck and what I do with other people. If you like me, then just fucking say it. At least be a man about it, donât beat around the bush.â Â
âYou need to make up your mind Y/n. Either you and I get together and become more then friends with benefits, or you can leave the bunker.â He said before once again his attention was wrapped around the TV. Â
âFuck you Sam.â I said slamming his bedroom door. After everything we had been through, everything weâd told each other. And for him to act like a dick, like it was my fault that he didnât tell me that he liked me. Â
Instead of walking to my room, I went to find Dean. I needed to talk to someone, at least someone that wasnât Sam at the moment. As I walked into the garage and slammed the door behind me Dean hit his head on the hood of the impala. âWhatâs going on Y/n?â He said rubbing the bump that was forming. Â
âYour fucking brother, heâs being a douche bag. Telling me that if I donât make up my mind and get together with him, I have to leave the bunker. All I asked him was what he watching, and he was automatically a dick about us talking. If he thinks I want to be together with him now after he sat there and treated me like I... like I was a whore fuck that. Fuck that Dean.â I said pasing back and forth, my anger starting to boil down and tears rolling down my cheeks instead. Â
This wasnât about a relationship anymore this was about how I felt, how I fallen in love with a huge puppy and now he was just being a dick. Dean came over and hugged me tightly, my hot tears staining Deanâs already dirty shirt. We sat there for how long I donât know. Dean had just let me cry it all out, some much pent-up frustration, confusion, and hurt. Â
âY/n, letâs go inside itâs late. I have an idea just sleep now sweetheart.â I really didnât do anything, just shook my head and then Dean pick me up I wrapped my legs around waist and we walked out of the garage. I could slightly hear some movement in the library as we walked into it. âSweetheart, Iâm going to put you on the couch now okay.â And then his body heat was gone, and I shivered against the couch. Â
I honestly wasnât tried. You know that state where you are awake, but your eyes are closed. The old joke that dads always say âIâm just resting my eyes.â So, what I'm saying is that I was awake and was listening to everything that was being said. Â
I heard Deanâs footsteps stop and that I heard Sam say âWhat the hell was that for?â I can only assume that Dean had smacked his brother in the back of the head. âThatâ for not knowing how to express yourself. You know I always thought I'd be the one to push someone out of here, but not you. You canât force Y/n to leave just because you arenât happy with the choice she makes.â Â
I continued listening, keeping my breathing steady. Since I couldnât see Samâs face all I could do was imagine it, the way heâd look at Dean with a confused look, and realization, and then regret of what heâd said to me. Â
âLook Sam, Iâm not trying to steal her from you. Now that clear you were mean and nasty. Youâve never been that way with anyone especially Y/nâ Dean said I could feel both their eye gracing over me. âI know that you like her, she knows it. Explain to me why she ran to me and cried her eyes out. She thinks you think of her as a whore.â Dean said, with a huff probably sitting down. Â
âDean... I like her. Thatâs true, but she wonât come back to me now, not after what I said. I was hurtful and cruel. I donât want her to leave, fuck I donât want Y/n to leave at all. Maybe I could talk to her tomorrow.â Sam said probably running his hand through his hair, a fidget that Sam had. Â
âYeah, maybe Sam, Maybe. Now go over there and take her to her bedroom. Let her know that you care.â Dean said before walking back out to the garage. Â
Completed on 02/13/2021















