#samwinchesterxreader

dream state

winchester brothers x fem presenting reader fluff/blurb a/n: just watched the dream episode and thinking about going into sam and dean's dreams and seeing yourself in their perspectives?? pov they're both desperately in love with you :p idk if this is accurate to the actual lore but i don't give a fawk! basically just the episode but make it super silly... also my sam bias might be showing. not proofread i wrote this so fast. word count: 1.3k divider by @chrisssiren

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader Word Count: 1784 Summary: While staying in a cozy inn during a case, Sam surprises you with a gingerbread house kit he picked up at the local store. Warnings: Fluff, playful banter, NSFW, explicit sexual content, consensual intimacy A/N: This is for @moosekateer13 I'm your secret Santa for @spnfanficpond's Secret Santa 2024. I'm using the prompt for the @fluff-cember challenge, day 6: gingerbread house. I hope you like it!

The sound of the wind whistling outside the inn’s window pairs perfectly with the crackling of the small fireplace across the room. The case has been quiet so far—too quiet—but for tonight, you’ve managed to carve out a rare moment of peace. You’re curled up on the couch, flipping idly through an old book you picked up at the local thrift store when the sound of Sam clearing his throat pulls your attention. He stands in the doorway, his tall frame slightly hunched to accommodate the low ceiling. In his hands, he holds a brightly colored box, his dimples deepening as he grins at you.

“What’s that?” you ask, sitting up and tucking the blanket around your legs. Sam steps closer, holding up the box—a gingerbread house kit. It’s kitschy, with cartoon snowmen and candy canes decorating the front, but something about the gesture warms your chest. “Seriously? You bought that?”

Sam Winchester sat on the edge of the motel bed, elbows on his knees, eyes staring blankly at the floor.

The hunt was over. The creature—some kind of shapeshifter-mimic hybrid—was dead, and no civilians had gotten hurt. By all definitions, it was a win.

But Y/N could see it on him. The weight.

“Hey,” they said gently, stepping inside and kicking the door shut with their heel. “You good?”

Sam gave a noncommittal shrug. “Yeah. Just tired.”

Y/N tossed their duffel onto the other bed and sat beside him without asking. That was the thing about them—never pushed, never pried, but always there.

They sat in silence for a while, just breathing. The only sound was the soft hum of the cheap heater and the low rumble of a passing car outside.

After a few minutes, Y/N broke the silence. “You do that thing again.”

Sam glanced sideways at them. “What thing?”

“The thing where you carry the entire hunt like it was your fault. Like you should’ve seen it coming, or saved everyone faster, or… whatever ridiculous expectation you’ve set for yourself this week.”

He let out a tired breath, almost a laugh. “Is it that obvious?”

“Only to someone who’s done it too,” they said, nudging his arm lightly.

Another beat of silence.

Then Sam said, quietly, “The victim we couldn’t save… she looked like Jess. Just for a second.”

Y/N’s voice softened. “I’m sorry.”

“I know it wasn’t her,” Sam said. “I know it’s been years. But sometimes, it just… hits me.”

Y/N nodded slowly. “Grief doesn’t run on a schedule, Sam. You don’t have to justify it.”

He didn’t reply, but he didn’t pull away when they gently rested a hand on his arm, either.

“You’re not alone in this,” Y/N said, looking at him now. “Even when it feels like it. Even when Dean’s off chasing leads and the world feels like it’s closing in. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Sam turned his head slightly, their faces now closer than either of them realized.

The room went quiet again, but this time it was a softer silence. A comfortable one.

“You know,” Sam murmured, “sometimes I wonder how I’m still doing this. How I haven’t broken completely.”

Y/N smiled faintly. “Maybe you’re too stubborn.”

“Or maybe,” he said, eyes holding theirs now, “it’s because of you.”

Y/N blinked, their breath catching just slightly.

“Sam…”

“I mean it,” he said. “You keep me grounded. You remind me that there’s still something good out there. Something worth fighting for.”

Y/N leaned their forehead against his, closing their eyes.

“I feel the same way about you.”

For a long moment, they just sat like that—foreheads touching, breath syncing, the world outside forgotten.

No monsters. No nightmares. Just… quiet.

Summary: Reader and Sam get a little sidetracked while working a case.

Warnings:‼️ NSFW‼️, smut, 18+ minors dni! , mentions of voyeurism, oral sex:(f receiving)

A/N: Enjoy! Feedback and re blogs are much appreciated.

Read part two here.

Sam, Dean and myself picked up a case in a rural area over in Ohio. A series of murders all strung throughout a specific town, the town being rather small. Nothing the three of us haven't seen before. Dean left Baby to Sam and I while he went and played bad cop with some of the potential suspects.

Sam and I were dressed in fed attire. I wore a knee length pencil skirt, paired with a white dress shirt and blazer. Sam wore a charcoal suit, paired with a white dress shirt and tie. He looked incredible. I'd occasionally glance over at him and take him in. The way he drove, one hand on the wheel. The occasion beard scratch. Fuck. Stay focused Y/N. When Sam started growing his beard out, it awoken something in me. I don't know how or why, but I have never wanted him more. Needed him- craved him.

Once we pulled into the parking lot of the local police station, Sam pocketed his keys and rolled his head to look at me. "You ready Y/N/N?" I gave him a small smile, nodding. "Ready as I'll ever be Smith." 'Smith' was the last name printed onto the ID Sam was currently using. Mine had 'Simmons' printed onto it. Courtesy of Dean of course. We made our way inside, Sam holding the station door open for me. I gave him a nod and brushed past him. I stepped up to the front counter. Sam and I flashed our IDs in unison. "Special Agent Simmons, this is my partner Special Agent Smith. We'd just like to ask the sheriff a few questions." I glanced up at the secretary as I tucked my ID into the inner pocket of my blazer. He was a younger gentleman with dirty blonde hair. "Of course, just a moment." He pressed his lips together giving us a small smile as he began to punch the sheriffs number into the phone.

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After speaking briefly with a deputy, Sam and I were left waiting for the sheriff. We walked around the station in hopes of finding someone else to question, but we had no luck. Throughout our visit at the station, I couldn't stop staring at him. I'd sneak the occasional glance, trying to be as subtle as possible. We turned a corner, planning on heading back to the waiting area. Soon as I turned the corner in front of Sam, he yanked on my arm before pulling me into a dark room. He reached up and pulled the string, a single lightbulb illuminating the small room. I glanced around, taking in our surroundings. We were in a janitor's closet. It smelled of chemicals and artificial lemon. I gazed up at him, cocking a brow. "What are you doing? Why are we in here Sam?" I was genuinely confused why he'd yank me into a random room.

He exhaled with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Are you mad at me or something?" He allowed his arms to fall to his side, palms facing upwards. I squinted my eyes at him, giving him a confused stare. "No? Why would I be mad at you?" His gaze softened. Sam was a pretty gentle and kind guy, until you gave him a reason not to be.

"I just, I don't know." He shrugged, nervously scratching the back of his neck. "You just what?" My brows remained lifted as I continued to stare up at him, waiting for him to respond. "I keep catching you staring at me and I can't tell if it's because you're mad or something else." My stomach slightly knotted. Shit. My "subtle glances' hadn't been as subtle as I was hoping for. I felt my face slightly heat as I averted my eyes to my feet. He took a small step forward, using his knuckle to tilt my chin upwards to meet his stare. "You know you can talk to me, right? Tell me anything." He spoke softly as he gazed down at me, his knuckle still resting on the underside of my chin.

This was it. This was my moment. No. No it wasn't. What are you thinking Y/N? You'll mess up everything. "Oh fuck it." I breathed out before smashing my lips against his. He was slightly shocked within the first second, but that did not stop him from kissing back. His hands found my hips as our mouths worked with each other. His tongue occasionally brushing against my bottom lip, sending chills down my spine. He must've noticed that I was standing on my tippy toes. His hands slid down my waist, over my ass and to the back of my thighs. "Jump." He mumbled into my mouth. I quickly jumped, wrapping my legs around his waist.

I felt his lips curl into a smirk against my lips as he backed me into a wall. Without breaking the kiss, I quickly pawed and toyed with his tie. He gently took my hand, holding it away. "What's wrong?" I asked slightly worried as I tried to catch my breath. "This is about you." He whispered. I clung to him as he turned, setting me on top of a shipping crate. "What are you-" A smirk remained on my face as I watched him kneel before me. "Cases always leave me starving. So I'm spoiling my dinner and skipping straight to dessert." Every word he spoke went straight to my core. I could feel myself throbbing. "Sam- what if someone hears us? Or finds us?" He glanced up at me as he slid my shoes off. "Does it look like I give a fuck? Let them find us." He lowered his face to mine and whispered "Let them hear how good I make you feel." I playfully nipped at his ear before he returned his attention to my clothes. I lifted my ass and tugged my skirt up , scrunching it up around my waist. He hummed lowly as he examined my panties. They were a lace pair in dark blue. Not the sexiest pair I own but definitely not the worst either.

His large hands wrapped around the back of my legs, pulling them up to rest on either of his shoulders. I slightly arched my back as he ran his beard against the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs. "Sam- please.." I felt myself getting wetter by the second. "I'm gettin' to it baby. I like making you squirm." He let out a dry laugh before pulling my panties aside. My throbbing and sleek pussy now on display. "God, you're so beautiful.." He said in a whisper like tone as he lowered his head once more, placing gentle kisses to my inner thigh.

Sam Winchester x Reader

Warnings: sickfic, Sick reader, Worried Sam.

Summary: You were undoubtedly sick but the hunt must go on, right?

Word Count: 750

Masterlist

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Currently you were deep into a werewolf hunt with Sam and Dean, trying to hide how awful you felt. You never got sick, so for you to call out of a hunt would just not be acceptable in your eyes. You were sure that if you kept going and fighting through you would be perfectly fine by the end of it and no one would be the wiser. How wrong you were.

Sam had managed to track down the rogue werewolf you guys were hunting and so all three of you were in the Impala on route to the destination. Hiding how you were feeling on the inside was a piece of cake for you, however hiding how you looked was not so easy. You were currently taking shallow breaths sitting in the back of the car with your head resting on the window relishing in its cooling sensation on your feverish forehead. 

“Hey baby are you doing ok? You're a little quite” you heard Sam say from the front seat. “Yeah you're normally talking my ear off on all the cool lore facts you know, why so quiet?” Ok so Sam asking if you were ok was one thing, as your boyfriend it was his literal job to worry about you, However if Dean noticed that you were acting off it was another thing, you were starting to let your mask fall with how sick you were really feeling, yet you were determined to keep your composure and not let anything slip. “Yeah I'm fine, just a little warm is all” you replied, Sam and Dean seemed to accept this answer as they turned their eyes back to the road, though you could tell that Sam wasn't all that convinced as you didn't fail to spot his worried glances in the mirror.

It didn't take much longer to reach your destination and soon you were all hopping out of the car ready to kill this werewolf. As you exited the Impala you were quick to realise just how weak you were, your legs could only just hold your full weight and your vision was starting to falter and make you off balance, yet you were determined to get this hunt finished.

You all made your way deep into the woods and the werewolves cabin soon came into view. ‘Not much longer now’ you told yourself, feeling worse by the minute. As you got closer to the cabin it seemed that you all had spooked the werewolf and he took off running deeper into the woods, You, Dean and Sam not far behind running after him.

By this point however you had gotten worse and worse and not even 5 minutes into sprinting after the guy had you falling over heaving for breath lying on the ground while your vision had you spinning out.

“Oh shit Baby? Baby? Please answer me, are you ok?” you heard Sam yell, hovering above you, holding your face in his hands. “I knew you weren't ok, You have such a high fever why didn't you tell us?” he asked. At this point Dean had managed to catch up to the werewolf and successfully kill him so you guys didn't have to worry about him taking you all out while you were still lying there trying to stay conscious. 

“Damn [Y/N] you look like shit” Dean’s assessment was correct and so Sam decided enough was enough and hoisted you up into his arms settling you into the car with your head in his lap while he held you.

At this point while you looked up from his lap gazing at the worried expression on his face, you felt guilt course through you knowing that if you just told them he wouldn't be looking so sad. “I'm sorry, I didn't want to mess up the hunt” you apologise while tears rolled down your face, both from the extreme guilt you had for making him worry and how shitty you were feeling.

“ I don't ever want to hear you apologise for being sick, you hear me? I know how much you didn't want to let us down sweetheart” at knowing that he wasn't mad or upset anymore the tears slowly stopped and the remaining tears on your cheek were quickly wiped away by Sam with a kiss on your forehead making you smile.

Badlands !

All we do is drive, all we do is think about the feelings that we hide.

I. Castle

II. Hold Me Down

III. New Americana

IV. Drive

V. Hurricane

VI. Roman Holiday

VII. Colours

VIII. Strange Love

IX. Coming Down

X. Haunting

XI. Gasoline

XII. Control

XIII. Young God

so this one is a bit different. it is a mini-scenario as i like to call it! no smut just fluff. watching movies, series or listening to music gives me those scenarios and that was one of it and i thought why not put it out in the world.

plot: so you're a witch (kinda rowena inspired) and help sam out, safe dean. you end up pregnant by sam and thing's take a turn.

enjoy my mini-scenario! :)

(sooooorrryy for mistake in advance)

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shaky fingers clawed into the piece of plastic in your hand. on the little screen it said one word, which put your whole world upside down.

"pregnant"

reading it out in disbelief it felt even more wrong. for solid 10 minutes you simply stared the positive pregnancy test down. waiting for it to change, but no matter how long you were waiting, the result won't change.

you were pregnant.

it wasn't like you're 20 and had a huge problem to tell your mom and dad.

absolutely not.

the problem was, you were a 312 year old witch, pregnant by a hunter. well that sounded like a really bad love/drama with the only twist, it was real to you.

roaming the world for the past centuries you made the best out of it and stayed undercover. you were banned from the one and only huge coven and had to stay undercover or else you would have been killed.

now that a lot has changed since then, you decided to get back to work and follow the one and only dream you had. being the queen of hell. on the way there you had to face some major obstacles, but nonetheless you made it. still not the queen of hell, but you were getting there.

a few months back you decided to help sam, safe his brother from the mark of cain. it took the winchesters quiet some time to get the book of the damned, but they made it. hearing all the stories about them, you weren't really surprised to hear they got it. even though there were some really bad things roaming heaven, earth and hell, the winchesters had a name, which they protected.

you decided for yourself to stay away from them, only to be summoned by sam himself one day. he trapped you and made you help him or else he'd kill you. since you were on your own and you knew there could be some obstacles waiting for you, reaching your goal of being the queen of hell, you decided to help him out, in return of him having to help you out if you were in need. he agreed and from there on it happened.

you've settled in a old house about an hour from the bunker and had everything you needed to translate the book of the damned. from time to time, sam joined you and supported you. he brought snack's, you two had many late night talks and one thing lead to the other and you two grew together. one night thing's just got out of hand and before you knew it, you woke up in his arms the next morning.

this was about 2 months ago and it was the one and only time every you got intimate with him. both of you knew, this wouldn't have a future. sam from the beginning on, let you know, if you screwed him over he'd kill you without any hesitation. he also mentioned that, if dean found out, he'd track you down and probably kill you aswell. nonetheless sam had a sweet spot for you and you knew that.

looking back you couldn't wrap your head around, why you even said yes to that, but it must have been the risk. no risk no fun, right?

well, there you had your risk. slowly coming back from your trans, you felt tears filling up your eyes and weren't able to explain, how this was even possible?! how were you able to get pregnant?

you weren't intimate in ages with anyone, because you never felt something like attraction or the need of closeness. but with sam it was just different. he made you feel so many emotions at once , gave you the feeling of being important and even made you more human again. it was a deeper connection you felt towards him and you knew he felt the same, but both of you held back. knowing that if you were to close, the separation would hurt even more. there was only one way, why you got pregnant from him. sam being your soulmate. it was the only opportunity of being able to even welcome a baby as a witch. the only way to get pregnant was, if the partner you were getting intimate with was your soulmate.

you threw the pregnancy test into the trash can in the bathroom and went back into the kitchen. on the kitchen table were all the book's, notes and stuff from translating the book of the damned. your eyes looked around the room and you shook your head, still not believing what you just found out. tears rolled down your cheeks sobbing to yourself.

"this just can't be it.." you whispered to yourself, trying to pull yourself together.

walking over to the long mirror in the hallway you pulled up your shirt and looked at your belly. holding your shirt up with your chin, you laid both hands on your tummy, feeling and watching it from all angles. nothing's visible of course. you did have a small tummy but you always had that, soft and squishy.

hearing a knock on the door, you jumped shocked aside and quickly pulled your shirt down.

"hey y/n! it's me!" sam's well-know voice, echoed through the door.

"fuck fuck fuck" you whispered to yourself and check yourself in the mirror. fixing everything you could in the short amount of time you had and took a deep breath. before opening the door you put on the best fake smile you had and swung it open.

"a rare visit we have here!"

"i know, i know." sam laughed and walked past you into the house. "thing's have been busy. you know dean's just not himself.." he continued and you closed the door.

"no worries, that's what i thought" you gave him a warm and understanding smile. for a moment both of you just stood there, when he finally moved over and took you in a long and loving hug.

"are you okey?" sam whispered into your hair and softly stroke along your back.

you simply nodded against his chest, not wanting to go any deeper into the topic. his simple presence gave you butterflies in your tummy and you already felt way better. funny how someone made you feel so many things's after centuries of not feeling a thing. for a few minutes the two of you just stood there arm in arm and he gently pulled away.

"are you sure..?" slight worry was seen in his features and he stroke a few strands of hair aside.

"yes, i was just up late the past few nights.." you explained to him, not even lying. well not really. you did stay up late, but it just wasn't the real reason you felt the way you do.

"well, i am here today and i will stay until tomorrow! need to catch up with all the hours i stayed away!" he smiled and clapped into his hands.

you raised an eyebrow and couldn't hide a laugh. "well sammy, quiet late!" walking past him, you made your way into the kitchen and took a note from the table. hearing the heavy footsteps behind you, you knew he was following you closely.

raising the note you looked at him and smiled. "in my hand, i have the three ingredients for the spell."

his face got all serious and his jaw clenched. his hand reached for the note, but you pulled it away.

"ah, ah, ah samuel" you told him in a warning tone and hid it behind your back.

"y/n!" his eyes got serious immediately, stepping closer.

"i want to hear our deal again." stepping another step back, you hit the kitchen counter with your lower back.

"stop playing games, or do i have to remind you of your job?" sam warned. when it came down to the spell, things got more serious and he was easily triggered.

"what's the deal sam!" you asked calmly again.

his hands rolled into fists and it took a moment for him to answer. "immunity from us."

"exactly." you breathed out, with a huge smirk on your face and handed him the note.

his eyes flew hungry over the note and he right away took his phone out. dialing a number. it beeped a few times and he left you standing there in the kitchen.

loving moments with him, sometimes ended like there was never more, but both of you were pretty good at hiding what you really felt.

a few minutes later he came back and put the note back onto the table. he leaned with both hands down onto the table and exhaled in relief.

"a friend will get the thing's and by tonight we can do the ritual."

"what friend?" you asked and walked over to him, letting yourself down onto a chair.

"doesn't matter."

"i thought we were kinda..close?" hesitantly you took one of his hands into yours and squeezed it gently.

"that's the problem" he gave you a look and you were able to see he was hurt.

"all i wanted was to safe dean, no matter the consequences, but i am just not willing to lose you at any cost. same with dean. i am torn between the two of you and i can't stand this any longer y/n" he continued and pulled his hand out of your grip.

"what are you trying to say?" not really sure of what he was up to you looked at him confused.

"after we've done the ritual tonight, we have to stay apart from each other."

"what?!" quickly you got up. "i get it we may not have the apple pie life like the normal kids, but aren't we worthy of someone in their life?! aren't we worthy of feeling the way we make eachother feel?!"

sam stroke through his hair and shook his head in desperation. "don't make things harder y/n. if dean get's a hint of what is going on here, he won't hesitate for a minute. he'll track you down and-"

"kill me." you cut him off and nodded. it wasn't the first time, the two of you talked about that, but it was the first time, you weren't able to ignore the risk of dying. you weren't alone anymore you had someone to keep safe. therefore you stayed quiet and turned away from him. tears rolled down your cheeks but you stayed completely silent.

sam kept quiet himself and simply hugged you from behind. pressed you needy against his body and placed a sweet kiss on your neck. "you mean to much to me. i don't want to lose you. i prefer to think you're happy out there, than dead somewhere burned. i am not saying we aren't allowed to meet every again, i am just saying we need to keep our distance for a while."

enjoying the past few hours with sam around, like he used to be, you soaked it all up. that night the ritual was done and sam as well as castiel stayed with dean in the bunker. you never knew how it went down, but you remember sam's words and took of. you packed your few belongings and moved on.

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two months passed and you lived in a motel in nevada. being pregnant kinda changed you into taking more care of the risks you took. therefore you stopped hunting down your goal of being the queen of hell. you sat back and took more care after yourself. of course you still practiced your witchcraft, but in a very different way. you jobbed at a nearby hospital and helped the people heal.

you haven't heard from sam in a while, but thought of him every night. during the daytime it was easy to keep yourself busy, but laying there in bed. all to yourself, your thoughts circled around him. wondering how he is doing, what he is doing, what it would be like if he was here, what he'd think of the baby and much more. the only reason you were able to handle the situation of staying away from him so well, was because you carried his baby with you. so kind of a part of him never left you.

your fingertips stroke softly over the skin of your belly and you felt how your tummy has gotten harder. it used to be more soft and squishy. now it was firm and when you were wearing something more figure hugging it was visible you were pregnant. you loved your little baby belly. with every month your belly grew you accepted the fact that you would raise the baby all by yourself.

almost falling asleep a shrilly sound of our phone woke you up. tired you grabbed it from the other side of the bed and tried to read who it was. not being able to make out who it was, you just figured out it had to be someon from the hospital and simply answered the phone.

"it better be a emergency sarah!" a tired laugh left your lips and you rolled to the side.

"i am not sarah, but it indeed is a emergency." a well to known voice echoed through the phone and your eyes widened.

you quickly sat up and felt your heart race against your chest. "s-sam?"

"i'm sorry, if i disturbed, but i need you" he explained and by the sound of his voice, you could tell he wasn't well.

"tell me where and i'll be there."

"thank's." sam whispered and with that he hung up.

not thinking a second of it you jumped out of bed and got ready. putting on a dress aswell as some tights. you threw a jacket over it and packed your important things, already leaving the house. by the time you reached the car, he sent you the location of the bunker and you drove there. it took you a few hours, which felt like forever since you didn't knew what was going on, your mind created thousands of scenarios.

reaching the bunker, sam let you in and you couldn't help but fall into his arms. you hugged him tightly against your body and buried your face in his chest. inhaling the well known scent of him. his strong arms held you closely against his body and both of you stayed like this for a few minutes.

not knowing if you were allowed to talk you just looked up at him and stroke gently over his cheek. a loving smile on your lips took in every feature of his.

"good to see you, up and healthy" he whispered quietly and placed a small kiss on your forehead.

"missed you too." you answered and nodded.

"please.." he gestured you the way and he took the bag from you.

you made your way downstairs and at the bottom of the stairs one man was waiting. right away you were able to tell, he wasn't human, but couldn't make out what he was. sam followed closely behind you and walked trough the hall, placing your bag on the table.

"cas meet y/n!" sam talked into the mans direction.

"hello y/n" the man said and looked at you from head to toe. "i am castiel. an angel of the lord." he continued.

your eyes widened. "a-an angel of the lord?" you repeat in disbelief and looked from castiel to sam, which joined the two of you.

"yeah.." sam chuckled a bit and nodded. "cas has been thorough a lot with us and is literally family.." sam continued.

"still a weirdo though!" another voice added and you looked into the direction the voice came from. a tall man, not as tall as sam, but tall. brown short hair, green eyes and a bright smile on his face.

"so this is the one and only witch?!" he came closer and switched his gaze from sam to cas. stopping right in front of you.

Looking you up and down with a very suspicious look on his face. dean turned to sam with a chuckle and shook his head. "never!"

"dean." sam gave dean a warning look and took a deep breath. "she's one of the oldest witches. y/n was able to survive all these years unnoticed and is our last chance to read the book of the damned." sam explained as calm as possible.

dean turned back to you again and sighted. "if you screw us over.." he moved his hand to his belt and lifted his flannel. revealing a gun. "you're dead" seriousness in his eyes made you shiver under his gaze and you swallowed hard. back then you would have started a fight right away, but not now. not now, risking the baby being hurt.

"dean calm down!" castiel puut one hand on his shoulder and pulled him back.

"n-no it's fine i get it.." you spoke up shaky and smiled nervously.

sam gave you a warm smile and you were able to read the sorry across his face. "let me update you on the case.." not being able to answer, sam pulled you away to the table which was covered in books.

"uhm..wow this already looks exhausting" you chuckled and sat down.

while sam updated you about the new case, castiel and dean still stood there and whispered about something. you were sure they were talking about you, but you didn't show any reaction towards it. you would work this case through with them and leave just as fast as you came. maybe spent some special time with sam, but nothing more.

"y/n?" sam's voice brought you back into reality and you looked at him a bit surprised.

"uhm..sorry! the drive was pretty long and..uhm well i am a bit all over the place i guess.."

"you're right where are my manners! i'll get you something to drink!" sam excused himself and quickly left the room.

looking over to the place cas and dean stood, they were gone. where were they?! you moved in your chair, feeling a bit uneasy, when cas finally came into the room.

"dean is sometimes very suspicious about new people." cas just stood there awkwardly and looked at you blankly.

"well i think i understand.." with a nervous smile you turned a bit into his direction.

"there is something off with your...aura" cas spoke out very randomly and tilted his head.

"sorry..?" looking at him in confusion.

"it's like there are two? like a little one in your..usual one?" cas tried to explain what he saw and you were able to tell by his gaze, he was literally studying you.

was he able to see the baby's aura?! was this even possible? would he even feel it?! quiet nervous about these thoughts you swallowed hard and cleared your throat.

"oh, uhm i was always told i am something special" nervously you laughed and turned back to the table.

sam appeared back in the room, joined by dean and the two sat down at the table with you.

"cas stop being weird and scaring our visitor." sam told cas and pointed to the chair.

"sorry." cas said and sat down.

sipping at your tea you listened carefully to sam and dean. by removing the mark off dean, you've released the darkness, which caused a whole lot of problems. you knew there was a price to it, but you never knew it would be this big. their hope was to find a spell in the book of the damned to lock the darkness away. that was the part you had to support them.

"so..do you think you can help us with that?" sam asked hopefully and smiled.

"i removed the mark off dean, releasing the darkness so it is my duty to find a way out of this." you nodded your head slightly and looked at the three of them. "it is the right thing to do..right?" a warm smile appeared on your lips.

you were able to see how the tension was released, after you said that and you looked at dean. he took another sip of his whiskey and took a deep breath, leaning his upper body forward, supporting his weight on his elbows, fingers on his chin.

"what's in it for you?" his low voice and strong gaze made you nervous again and you looked down into your cup.

looking back up at dean, you met his gaze again. "i just don't want to die."

dean raised and eyebrow and was quiet confused about that.

"what?"

"you heard me right. i just don't want to die." you said again.

"so no "queen of hell", "being the baddest witch alive" or whatever blah blah?!"

"dean just take her answer?!" being annoyed by dean's behavior, sam raised his voice a bit and looked at dean.

"really sammy?! are you that stupid?!" dean got louder and stood up in one shot. "you're telling me this is one of the strongest witches and her behavior is all vanilla and she doesn't want to die?! do you even listen to her?!" anger wore down on his body. his hands were balled into fists.

you knew exactly what he meant. you never behaved like that, but right now you had to. there was no way, you would risk the health of the baby, but you also understood why they didn't believe you.

before sam was able to shoot back, you got up and raised your voice.

"during the past few months, a lot has happened. i don't ask you do understand any of that, but like i said, the only thing i want is to live. i am not screwing you over." laying your eyes on dean, it only confirmed he was still not impressed. he stood there at the table and simply looked at you.

being to quick for anyone to react he grabbed your neck and pressed you down onto the table. sam and castiel shot up in shock and immediately tried to calm dean down. a hurtful squeal left your mouth and you didn't move a bit.

"dean what the fuck stop it!" sam rushed around the table and dean held his hand up, gesturing sam to stop as well as castiel. both of them stopped in their tracks and complete silence filled the room.

"i am giving you this one last chance, to tell us what your plan is and why you're helping us so willingly, or i will torture it out of you" his raspy voice filled the room and his fingertips buried their way into your neck.

another gasp left your mouth and tear swelled up in your eyes. "please i am begging you, s-"

"answer my god damn question!" dean raised his voice and you were able to see that sam was on and about to jump at dean, if he made one more move.

"i-i'm expecting a baby" you whispered quietly.

dean's hand immediately moved from you and pulled you back up. he turned you to look at the three of them and you took a sharp breath in.

sam's face went pale and the shock was written all over his face. all the thing's he wanted to ask were written all over his face, but he had to hold them back. dean nodded slightly and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"sorry..i-..you know we don't get this a lot.." dean tried to explain his actions and sighed.

simply nodding in response you pushed the chair aside and slowly sat back down. "i was surprised too.." you laughed insecure and looked at cas. his face lit up, because now it made sense why he saw two auras instead of just one.

the three sat back again and silence filled the room. sam supported his chin on his hand and the elbow of his arm on the table. staring absent on the table. dean leaned back in the chair and scratched his neck, rethinking his action and castiel just sat there and looked at sam and dean. before the awkwardness grew you cleared your throat and spoke up.

"so..uhm we need a spell to lock the darkness away right..?"

"yes!" dean quickly nodded.

"is there anything we..already know?"

"no not really..dean was the only one seeing her.." sam added and looked at dean.

"her? so..the darkness is a woman?" you laughed and looked at them.

"i was just as surprised!" cas added and shrugged his shoulders.

dean just nodded and you thought about that for a minute. "all i learned about the darkness was that, she was looked away before any life happened on earth. she never got in touch with anything we know." you explained.

"well explains why there is hardly anything about the darkness anywhere.." dean sighted.

"i will head off and check some of my possibilities." cas told you and right when he finished, he disappear.

you jumped slightly and looked back at sam and dean. "still have to get used to that.." you laughed slightly.

"you never will!" dean added with a small smile. "uhm..i am really sorry for what i just did.."

"it's okey. sam and cas are probably the only ones you have and you want to protect them." you calmed dean with a smile and rested your hand on your tummy. "i feel the same." you added.

you were able to tell that dean was very sorry for what he just did. his fingers reached for his glass and he took the last sip of his whiskey. "i feel like we should just rest for the night and continue tomorrow. the guy right here is in his dream already!" dean laughed and patted sam on the shoulder. "so let's head to the rooms. you're is the second on the left, right before the kitchen, bed is made and everything you need is there." dean said and went off into his room.

which left the two of you alone in the room. you felt the anxiety creep up in your body and looked at sam. his gaze was still on the table and his jaw was clicking. his breath was heavier and you were able to tell by his posture he was about to say something. he just didn't knew how.

"how?" he spoke up and his voice cracked.

"i don't know.." you answered confidently. you knew exactly how this was possible, but you knew how overwhelming it already was for him to know that you're pregnant. you didn't want to completely shock him and tell him witches were only able to get pregnant by their soulmate. that was a fact you weren't able to handle yourself properly.

"is it.." he stopped in the middle of his sentence and inhaled deeply. it looked like he thought about his question again. "is it mine..?"

you just knew this was going to come sooner or later, but you hoped it wouldn't. nonetheless the situation was here. "yes without a doubt. you were the only man in..ages i got intimate with.." the last few words were just whispers.

sam let out a tone you weren't able to identify. his hands stroke over his face and he buried his fingers in his hair. resting his head for a long moment in his hands.

you got up and checked the hallway, before moving over to his side. you stopped at his chair and rested your hands on his shoulders. "see, i don't know how to calm you down. i was just as confused, concerned and just scared as you are right now. but if it helps, nothing changes. i am working this case and i will leave again. you won't notice anything you don't have to care about me..well us"

he moved slowly and he was all over the place. he just looked at you and back down at your belly and back up at you. "i'm sorry i don't know what to say.." he whispered out and shook his head. "i never thought i'd find myself in a situation like this.."

you couldn't help, but laugh. "well..me neither" you confirmed and sat down next to him.

a small smile formed on his lips. "it's not like i never thought about it. it's just that..you know this life.."

you cut sam off and took his hands into yours. "you don't have to explain anything sam. i know just exactly what you mean. nonetheless it is what it is right now."

you just nodded and squeezed his hands tightly. once again he looked at your belly.

"what month..? i am not able to..you know, see the belly." he explained a bit insecure.

"the 4th month. i am just pretty good at hiding it.." you smiled and looked down at yourself. you pulled the dress a bit tighter and a tummy made itself noticeable. a whole lot of emotions overcame you and even though it felt completely wrong you loved it. you loved being pregnant, you loved sharing this with sam and him being the father. there was no way out no and to your surprise you didn't even wanted a way out. it was the part of you, you fought with for the longest time. being so naïve and weak to believe, you were able to live a normal life, but there you were. pregnant and full of hope.

his eyes widened a bit and he looked back up at you again. "that seems so..unreal." he mumbled more to himself.

"it has been a lot. i feel like we should rest and..you know let it sit." gently you stroke the back of his hand with your thumb and smiled.

"yeah you're right.." he agreed and simply pulled you into his arms again. "i do wanna care about..both of you y/n" he whispered against your temple and kissed it.

the first shock was over after a few weeks. you stayed with them for a while since the goal to lock away the darkness wasn't as easy. you and cas, aswell as dean grew together like friends and it felt like everything worked out for once. dean still didn't knew it was sam's baby, that was just one thing both of you weren't willing to share to anyone. it was just another day which passed and you got ready for bed. after having the talk with sam, the two of you needed a bit of space, adjusting to everything and haven't really had much time together. tonight was going to be different since dean and cas decided to work a case a few hours drive away from the bunker.

throughout the day you still hid your baby belly since you still felt very insecure showing it too much. you were used to only see it in bed or when you were alone. you knew it wouldn't work out forever, but you did as long as you could. wearing baggy sweaters or dresses most of the time. so you pulled another hoodie over your head and before you were able to leave your room, you heard a knock.

"come in!" you said and sat onto the bed.

sam came in, with a cup of tea in his hand and placed it on the nightstand. joining you on the bed.

"how are you feelin?" he asked and reached for your hand. holding your hand in his and slowly but gently massaging it.

"well i can tell the baby is growing.. i can feel my back and my feet, but it's fine" you explained and relaxed your hand in his grip.

"i know..we didn't have much time to ourselves lately, but..cas and dean are out and we have some time for ourselves. may i see the belly..?" sam asked a bit insecure. "if you don't feel comfortable, that's fine! i just..i just really wanna feel the baby i guess.." he explained and had a hard time finding the right words. you could tell it was burning deep down in him and of course you wouldn't deny his plea.

you carefully took you hand out of his grip and leaned back against the headboard of the bed. taking the seem of the hoodie into your fingers you slowly liftet it up, revealing the babybelly to him. sam's eyes followed every little move you made and when he saw the belly his eyes got a bit watery. you took his hand into yours and placed it gently on your belly. his big hands covered half of your small belly and you felt the warmth of his skin against yours. goosebumps covered your whole body and even to yourself this was a huge moment.

his hand gently pressed against your belly and a smile formed on his lips. "gosh..that's my baby.." he mumbled in fascination and switched his gaze from your tummy to you.

Hallo! I'm opening up my inbox for just a couple fandoms, really only two.

Futurama and Supernatural.

Now, I will go ahead and say that I'm not too fond of gore, but I'll do small detailing of it if the fic request either says or implies it. I'm mostly open to fluff, but will do angst too. Smut is a meh, so it'll be like a 50/50 whether I decide to do smut requests or not.

Now, the list isn't long, but here are some character X Readers I'm comfortable with writing (only because I know the character well):

Philip J. Fry X Reader Leela X Reader Dean Winchester X Reader Sam Winchester X Reader Castiel X Reader Jack Kline X Reader Bender X Reader Amy Wong X Reader

Now, here are some of the !reader tags I'm willing to do:

upset/depressed!reader drunk!reader fem!reader nonbinary!reader male!reader gender-nonconforming!reader artist!reader coming out!reader (if reader is deciding to come out, whether it be sexuality or gender) and more if you guys think of any!

Some for only Futurama: stripper!reader alien!reader cryogenically frozen!reader and more if you guys come up with some!

Some for only Supernatural: vampire!reader demon!reader angel!reader spirit!reader haunted!reader hunter!reader and any more if you guys have something in mind!