On a case, Sam Winchester saw a friend that he hadn’t seen in over ten years, Freya Scott. Freya was a blonde, fiery hunter with a serious skill set. The couple quickly realize how good they are for each other, in cases and life. With her, Sam starts to remember the possibilities he has outside of hunting, but when an accident rips them apart, will Sam ever be able to love anyone again? Will he be able to make it back to her?
Prologue, The Place I’ve Never Been, and The Girl I Don’t Remember
Freya
5 Years From Now
The winter air was numbing as it blew large snowflakes that blanketed the streets. I pulled my stocking cap over my ears, to protect them from the bitter air. I looked both ways before jogging across the street at the cross walk. The snow was new, and it hadn’t been disturbed and turned into gray slush. It made the streets seem quieter, padded, and secluded. I blinked a few times, and my eyelashes caught small ice crystals and snowflakes that littered my vision with sparkles. My fingers were numb and I flexed them a few times, wishing I’d remembered my gloves.
I pushed my way into a coffee shop across the street to get a little warmth before I headed back to my job at the law firm. I was an assistant to a lawyer, Jason Cleft, who was currently on a family vacation. He wasn’t supposed to be back until later tonight, but with the weather I wasn’t so sure. I really had no reason to hurry back to the office.
The shop smelled like coffee, and a waft of warm air surrounded me like a hug.
I immediately pulled off my stocking cap, shaking my long blonde hair to get any snow that was stuck to my hair. I ordered a large vanilla latte, and I shrugged out of my coat. I picked a place by the window so I could watch the snow. It was getting harder to see the cars driving by, and the people skittering through the busy streets of New York City. I glanced at my watch. It was getting late, and with the weather I decided it was best if I just finish my work here. I was only a few blocks from home, and I’d have to catch a cab to make it back to the office. I pulled out my laptop and shot my boss an email.
There was something romantic, and peaceful about a coffee shop in a storm. I put my headphones in and pressed play, letting the music enter my ears and flow through me, lighting me on fire. I took a sip of my latte and spread out my papers in front of me. I had Jason’s schedule, his upcoming cases, his lunch orders for the week, and his kids activities schedule. I slid my reading glasses on my nose, staring at computers all day was honestly exhausting, and it gave me headaches if I didn’t wear them.
I squinted and began editing his personal calendar. I was in the zone, typing away, editing his emails, making his lunch orders, and organizing his documents. I didn’t even notice the man sit down at the two person table across from me.
He clearly wasn’t from here, because if he was he would know the number one rule is to not sit with another New Yorker. We are traditionally pretty snotty, overworked, and sick and tired of people bumping into us, but its New York so there will always be someone bumping into us. I pulled out a headphone and glanced at him over my computer screen.
He was insanely tall, I could tell by how he towered over me even in a seated position. He wore a green plaid shirt under a canvas coat. his green eyes seemed to glow under long, lush lashes. He looked tan despite the winter chill, and his cheeks were covered in sprouting hairs. His hair was shoulder length, and blown from the wind. His mouth was hanging open, and his eyes were wide. He honestly looked like he’d seen a ghost.
“Can I help you?” I asked, eyeing him.
“Freya?”
I narrowed my eyes. “Who?”
“Freya… it’s me. It’s Sam.” He reached forward and took my hands in his. They were warm despite the cold, and rough with callouses.
“I think you have me confused with someone else. I don’t know any Sam.” I stared at him through my readers. “And I don’t know anyone named Freya.”
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A/N : I got asked for Sam’s POV for the day, so here is what I came up with. I’m not great at writing kinks I don’t have, so be gentle.
Part 2 of It’s Taboo.
Sam’s POV.
“You staying, or leaving Dean?” He watched as his brother looked around the lobby. There were tasteful pictures on the walls, giving hints to what could be found inside some of the rooms. He was also taking in the people he saw moving around. A Rubber man coming out from a back room and heading up the hallway to his left. The girl cleaning up around the lobby in a skimpy french maid outfit, no panties underneath and her ass on display with every other movement. He shrugged, and left Dean where he was. He’d make up his mind eventually.
Sam winked at Jamie again as he headed up the hall to the room he had visited yesterday. So far it was his favorite. He knocked softly before opening it. “Hey Sarah.”
He stepped into the large room. There was a large four post bed in the center of the room with silk sheets. Restraints, paddles and toys all around. The thing he liked about this room, about Sarah, almost anything went with her. She had many kinks. Rubber, spanking, hair pulling. Many of the things Sam enjoyed, he found in her. She was more Sub, while he liked to Dom, but he discovered at the end of their last session, she was flexible. And he had liked it. She gave him a small taste and he wanted more.
“Sam?” He could hear the smile in her voice, she was behind a folding screen partition, getting changed.
“Yeah, It’s me.” He smiled, watching her silhouette move. “I heard you’d be mighty happy to see me again.” He shut the door softly.
“Very happy. Get changed Sam. You know what to do.”
He smiled to himself and started to undress, folding his clothes neatly and placing them on the chair by the door. He moved over to the closet, and pulled out his hanger. He had paid extra to have his own here, even if he wasn’t sure how long he’d be in town. He didn’t care. He put the Latex chaps on and smirked at Sarah when she came out from behind the partition.
“Need help?” He shook his head as he tied the chaps. He wasn’t wearing anything else. Just them, and she licked her lips as she watch him.
When he was done, he looked at her. “Turn around.” He ordered. She gave him a ‘Yes Sir’ as she turned to show off the full outfit. It was a full rubber body suit, that had an open ass sort of back for spanking. There was a snap that went between her ass cheeks, and if he unsnapped it the crotch would open, and he’d have access to both holes.
“What would you like today Sam?” She smirked at him over her shoulder, her long hair down and lose, like he liked it.
“Role reversal.” He grinned, and took down a paddle that was hanging on the wall. “You get to start this time.” He handed it to her. “And after you fuck me, we’ll switch back.”
She grinned. “So you really did like it.”
“I’m here again aren’t I?”
She nodded, and an instant later the smile was gone. “Bend over, Pet. You’re going to count to ten this time. Then, I’m going to fill you. Understood?”
He turned, and bent over, feet shoulder width apart, and hands on the bed, fingers spread. “Yes, Mistress.” He answered.
“Good Pet. Wait patiently while I get ready.”
“Of course, Mistress.”
She moved to a dresser and opened a drawer, pulling out a harness. “You know the rules pet? Do I need to go over them again?”
“Yes, Mistress, I remember them. No you don’t need to go over them. I’m Green.”
“Good Pet.” She pulled out a realistic, ejaculating dildo, and a bottle of Jizz scented lube. She got it all ready. “Things will be a bit different this time Sam. This is a little bigger, but not too big I promise, and has a bit of a surprise when your ready to cum. Are you still Green?”
He nodded. “Yes, Mistress. Still Green.” He was letting her push his limits a bit. Not being in control was hard for him, but he had enjoyed it none the less for the brief time he let up yesterday. She had spanked him a bit, and introduced him to being on the receiving end of anal play. He had been tense, but soon relaxed. He was looking forward to a bit more today.
Once ready, he felt her move up behind him. “Ready?”
Sam nodded. He felt the paddle come down with a slap. “One, Mistress.”
Then again. “Two, Mistress.” She wasn’t hitting him too hard, they were still learning his limits, and he knew it would hurt more the longer it went on.
The third one stung a bit. “Three, Mistress.” The fourth had a bit more swing behind it, making his body jolt forward. “Four, Mistress.” The fifth had him wincing. “Five, Mistress.” This was where she had stopped yesterday. His ass had been sore all night, but he had enjoyed it.
“Six, Mistress.” He could feel the throbbing where he knew this ass would be bright red. He could look back to the mirror behind him, but he new if he did before she was done, she’d punish him. Instead, he gripped the soft silk sheets and clenched his jaw as he waited for the next smack.
She saw his jaw clench and stopped. Her hand gently ran over the large red welt. “Color, pet?”
He took a deep breath before answering. “Green.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Mistress. Please finish.”
She leaned down, leaving a wet kiss against his red ass. He moaned softly, she had done the same thing yesterday when she finished. He yelped when the paddle hit again. “Seven, Mistress.”
By the time he whimpered out “Ten, Mistress.” He was a mess. He hurt, he was breathing heavy, and he was horny as fuck. He wanted to say fuck the rest and just fuck her, but that wasn’t how this went. She leaned forward, and covered the red welts with soft kisses. The sting made him wince, but he was glad for the tenderness.
She pulled away, replacing the paddle to it’s proper place. “I’m going to give you a minute.” She told him softly. “And then that ass is mine.”
He nodded calming his breathing, and his heart.
Once she could see he was calm again, she pulled out some lube, and lubed up a small beginners toy. She had done this with him yesterday until he hit his limit. The toy she had strapped to her harness right now, was just past that limit. She rubbed it against his puckered hole before pushing it in slowly. He let out a soft moan, as she knew he would. She made her way through the lineup, one after the other Sam took them. The final one, the one that was his limit had him wince. “Pet?”
“Yellow.”
“Alright pet. Let’s help you relax.” She moved to sit on the edge of the bed, next to his hands, and kissed his neck softly. She reached down under him, and started to stroke his throbbing hard dick. His eyes shut as he let out a shaky breath. “We’ll keep this nice and soft until you’re green again, okay?” He nodded.
His eyes opened and he saw the dildo strapped to her. “I-Is that-”
“It’s really not much bigger then what’s there. I promise. I would never push you too far too fast Sam. We’ll try it when you’re ready and if you say Red, it’s done. We’ll switch rolls. Okay?” He nodded, her soft hand felt good wrapped around him. “Do you want me to get the gloves?”
He shook his head. “No, no gloves today.” She had used Velvet and Lace gloves the day before. Alternating between the two, and driving him insane. “Okay.. Green.”
“Are you sure?” He nodded. “Okay.” She kissed his cheek softly before slipping back into the role as she let go of him and moved back behind him. She started to move it in and out slowly, listening to the sounds he made. Once she was satisfied, she pulled it out and put it back on the dresser with the others and grabbed the lube again, lubing up the dildo on her harness.
She moved up behind him, and teased him with the head. He groaned softly and it made her smile despite herself. She slowly pushed the head in, and Sam tensed up. “Relax.” Her voice was soft as her hand moved gently up and down his back.
When he was ready, he nodded and she slowly moved again, her hand still moving on his back to comfort him. She loved feeling his muscles move under her fingers. It took a bit, but her hips met his.
“Fuck..” He groaned. She held herself where she was, letting him adjust. “Move. Please move.”
She slowly pulled out about half way before moving back in. “We’ll go slow. Tell me when you want more pet.”
“Yes, Mistress.” He groaned.
It didn’t take too long before Sam was taking it harder and faster. “That’s it Pet.” She bit her lip, watching the muscles in his back and shoulders ripple as she thrust into him. She reached forward and grabbed his hair, pulling his head back. Sam growled at the sensation, it was one of the first things she learned he loved. “I’m going to fuck you a little bit harder, my pet. And you better tell your mistress when your about to cum. You will not cum without my say so, do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.” He panted. “I’m close, Mistress.”
She gave his hair another tug, and her fingers dug into his waist as she picked up the pace.
“M-Mistress…” He groaned.
“Are you going to cum, my pet?”
“Yes, Mistress!”
“I want you to grab your cock, and I want you to stroke it for me. But don’t cum yet.”
One hand left the bed, and he whimpered as he wrapped his hand around his dick. He stroked with long slow strokes. “Please, Mistress..”
“Faster, pet. Don’t you hold back on me, or I won’t let you finish.”
“Fuck!” He groaned, his hand pumping faster. “Please!” He was a whimpering mess, begging to cum. This was something he was not at all use to.
“Cum, pet. Cum for me.”
She hit the pump, and he felt the cool lube shoot out of the dildo deep in his ass and fill him. He cried out, and tensed as he came harder then he ever had onto the floor.
She kissed his back before pulling out, and gave his ass a slap. “Come.” He was panting, on shaky legs as he followed her to the en-suite bathroom. “Sit.” She pointed towards the toilet. “Relax.” He furrowed his brows. “You’re not use to anal, Sam. And I just dumped a lot of lube in there. Trust me. Sit, and relax. Take your time.” She smiled sweetly at him, her previous demeanor dropped, and she was Sarah again.
She worked on cleaning the toys before walking out of the bathroom, quietly shutting the door behind her. He had to admit, she was right. He groaned softly at the weird feeling. And the toy she had used wasn’t even close to the size of him.
When Sam emerged from the bathroom a while later, Sarah was waiting for him on the bed. “Any preference for today, Sir?”
“How wet are you?”
She smiled. “Very, Sir. Care to see?” She shifted so she was on her hands and knees, ass wiggling before him.
He moved closer, his hand moving over the soft flesh of her ass before he unsnapped the suit and he let his fingers dip between her folds. “Feels like you had enough foreplay.”
She looked back at him with a smile. “My Sir does treat me well. He let me have my fun first today. I can’t wait for him to have his now.”
Sam grinned. “I’m going to fuck you. And I’m going to fuck you hard.”
“Oh please do, Sir.” She moaned softly as he slipped a finger past her entrance.
“Should I fuck your ass like you fucked mine?” She whimpered and nodded. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. “I asked you a question.”
“Yes, Sir. Please..”
“Good girl.” He nipped at her neck softly. She had a rule about no marks by biting or sucking that Sam was fine obeying. If she bruised a bit by his hands, she was okay with that however. Most of her body was often covered by various latex, leather or PVC outfits anyways. He slipped a second finger in, giving her a few pumps before pulling them both out. He grabbed a condom out of the bowl on the dresser.
You got decked, and thrown out onto the street ass naked if you tried to fuck in this place without a condom. Something Sam was happy for. He had seen it happen the second time he came. Some guy refused when with Sarah, and she gave him a black eye before calling for the Dom down the hall to drag the guy out. He had decided then and there that he’d try her room before leaving town. He was glad he did. He loved Sarah’s room.
He also grabbed a strap on he had seen last time in one of her drawers. It had a hole for his dick, so he could fuck one hole, while the dildo fucked the other. He put it on, getting it placed just right and smiled over at her. He tore open the package, and rolled the condom over his already hardening shaft. That’s what he loved about Sarah. She presented herself to him so perfectly, knew exactly what to say and how to say it. He was always hard in no time around her.
He grabbed the lube off the dresser next, where she had left it. He lubed up, then his fingers, slipping two right into her ass. She moaned softly at the feeling. “Ready?”
She nodded. “Green, Sir.”
He grinned and lined up. She gasped feeling him at her ass, and the dildo at her pussy. “Still green?” She hadn’t been expecting it and he felt her tense momentarily.
“Very green, Sir. Fuck me hard.”
He chuckled as he pushed in. “You know I will, kitten.” He stopped for a moment once his hips met hers. When he had fucked her yesterday, she had needed a moment, saying she hadn’t had a customer his size in a while. Most men who came in wanted to fuck, or have her fuck them. Not many used dildos on her, and not many were as well endowed as Sam.
She gave him a tap on the thigh to let him know she was ready, before putting her hand back under her. He pulled back, and thrust in hard making her cry out. God, he loved how she sounded. His fingers tightened and he fucked her hard, and fast. “Oh Sir..” She groaned.
He pounded into her with everything he had, grunts and groans escaping him between pants. He couldn’t make out the words coming out of her mouth, and he didn’t care. All he cared about was fucking. He was sore from before, he wanted her to cum and hard before he dropped. He leaned forward, kissing her back as his arm went around and his hand went between her legs.
“Sam!” She cried out, dropping character. “Fuck, I’ll cum soon if you keep doing that.”
“Good.” He growled, working the bundle of nerves as he fucked her with everything he had. She had goose bumps covering what little skin she had showing. “You like that, kitten?”
“Yes, Sir! Please..” She whimpered.
He didn’t stop, didn’t slow down or let up at all. “Please what?”
“Please, let me cum, Sir!”
“Already?” he grinned with a slight chuckle.
“Fuck Please! Oh god, Sam.” She whimpered. “Please..” He could feel her trying to hold back. “It’s too much, Sam.. all three.. Please.”
“Color?”
“So fucking green. PLEASE!”
“Cum, kitten.”
She screamed out his name, clenching around him as she came. Sam’s hand grabbed her hip again, and fucked her with every ounce of energy he had left. “Cum sir.. Please..” He grunted as he slammed in one last time and pulsed inside her. He was against her back panting for a minute before he pulled out.
“Fuck.” He groaned. “Always a good time with you, Sarah.” He smiled, as he pulled off the condom and tossed it in her garbage.
She pulled him in for a deep kiss as she undid the strap on for him. “Please tell me you’re coming to see me again?”
He chuckled. “I’m thinking about it.”
“I hope you do.” She smiled before heading to the bathroom to clean up the strap on. He smiled watching her go, before he started undoing the chaps and taking them off. He hung them back up in their place and walked over to his clothes. He pulled on his boxer briefs when he heard a moan from behind him. “You are a fucking God, Sam.” He turned and smiled. “I’m starting to wish you had a brother.”
“I do. He followed me here today. Not sure if he left or if he stuck around.”
She bit her lip. “Bring him to see me. If he’s anything like you, I wouldn’t mind a two for one.” She grinned.
He chuckled. “We’ll see.” He finished getting dressed and started for the door. “Fun as always.” He smiled at her.
“I really hope I see you again, Sam..” She waved as he headed out. When the door closed behind him, she sighed. That was a customer that made her hate her no dating clients rule. He was beautiful, and fantastic to sleep with. She started putting things away and wondering what his brother looked like.
Sam smiled as he headed back up the hall. When he got to the lobby, he looked around. “My brother left?”
“No, Sweetie, he’s in one of the rooms. Been 2 hours now.” Jamie winked at him
“Really?” Sam’s eyebrows shot up. He wasn’t too surprised. This place had everything, and Dean was known to try things.
“He was real taken with her, too. Didn’t even care what service she was offering. Just demanded to see her.”
“Who’s he with?” Sam had tried a few rooms, and knew a few people in them.
“Y/n.” Jamie answered with a smile. That was a room Sam hadn’t tried yet. He’s seen people go in, and come out happy though. Maybe he’d try it next time. He shrugged and paid, signing the credit card receipt and leaving a decent tip.
He moved over to sit on one of the over stuffed chairs, and not long after a girl in a sexy costume came and sat next to him rubbing his thigh. “I keep seeing you coming in, but it’s never to see me anymore.” She pouted. “Didn’t we have fun?”
He smiled, flashing dimples and laying on the charm. “So many rooms here, and so little time. I’m not in town forever, darling, and I need to experience as much as I can while I’m here.” Truth was, he could get just about any girl in a costume, and this particular girl didn’t really wow him. Not like Sarah had.
She nodded. “If you find extra time, come visit?”
“I’ll see what I can do.” He told her. He heard boots coming up the hall, then saw his brother head for the front desk. He waited until Dean was paying. “Find something you like in here?” He asked as he stood, patting the girls thigh as he got up.
“Yeah Sammy, I found something I like.” Sam cocked an eyebrow at his brothers expression as he signed the receipt. If Dean was leaving that happy, he’d have to try out that room before they left for sure.
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A/n : hey guys ! Hope that you are all fine . This my first fic on here for supernatural . Deep thanks and love to the most beautiful and lovely friend @wethepeoplz for being my beta for this story and for giving me enough support and courage to make this blog and to publish on it . This is going to be kind of AU for season 9 . Multiple chapters Warnings : Angst / hurt!Sam / OC Summary: When Sam got hurt in the church angels refused to help so Dean had no choice but summoning something he never knew about after he found a book about him in the bunker in a secret room ... Part 1 The last thing Sam was able to remember was that he was there in that abandoned church with Dean. Then Dean asked him to let go; so he tried to let go but, that caused great pain to occupy his body and then it felt like black curtains were dropped over his eyes and he was not able to feel anything.... The next thing he felt was his wish to give up, to find comfort by dying or by anything else. He felt like his soul wasn't able to take any of this anymore and his body felt worse. He was tired of this kind of pain; he really believed that he screwed up every single thing he tried. He believed that he caused Dean and the world so much damage but, he was able to fix the world and the world was able to fix itself after that. Then there was Dean, he knew that Dean was still not able to get over a lot of things that he did to him, that endless times he let him down. Then, he thought to himself that he got punished enough for what he did … he lost the girl he loved when he didn't look for Dean. If he had looked for him, he wouldn't have met her and then he lost his soul and Cas broke the wall in his head after that and suffered **Hell** over and over again . He just needed to give up but, then something happened, he felt like there was someone building walls to protect his soul. He felt that someone had finally come to grab his soul , his soul that was drowning in pain and guilt, out of the thing that was eating him up, **purifying** him from the bad and the demon blood inside him! What was powerful enough to save him from all of this so easily? That was the last thing Sam asked himself before opening his eyes... # The Waking Up Sam opened his eyes with a great gasp to let enough air inside his lungs. He felt like he was under water for a long time and finally someone helped him to get out. His body shook like it had just came back from the dead,(and it was not actually wrong as he was almost dead!) " Sam ! Sammy ! " it was Dean's voice . He searched with his eyes to find him, he was still fighting to breathe and to have a stable vision of the room. His heart was beating like it was going to explode and he felt like sharp knives were cutting into his lungs. His chest rose higher and sank down, quickly as he tried to have enough air to breathe. "Hey body ! You look at me .. ah everything is going to be fine , I got you little brother and you are just fine " Sam meditated on Dean's face , that was only thing helping him to calm down and to recognize what was going on. Dean was crying and he looked miserable. He felt miserable but Dean seemed to be worse than him. Dean looked like he didn't sleep for at least three days or maybe even more and the look in his eyes said more. The look said all about the great fear inside Dean; that he was trying to reach Sam for so long and he was not able to .. .that he can't believe that they finally got through like they always do. " Sammy ? Can you talk to me?" Dean said putting his both hands on Sam's face. Sam's breathing started to get back to normal and he was coming back to reality slowly " Yeah! I think I can. I think I am fine ..Can you just give me a cup of water ? Please ? " "Yeah! Sure." Dean said after giving Sam a long hug - that Sam needed so much - and he gave him a small squeeze on his shoulder then he quickly got him the cup of water he asked for. "What happened " Sam asked still trying to catch his breath Dean stayed silent for a while then he looked at the person who was resting his back against the window of the room. He was a tall man with short dark hair from the back and little long from the front as some of it was covering one of his silver eyes. He crossed his arms against his chest and his eyes were closed. He was wearing a black leather jacket over a black t-shirt with black jeans . He looked like a hero from the Japanese manga, a rock star or maybe a gang member. When Sam looked at him he tried to remember what had happened; then, he did. "Dean , No ! For the god sake!! What did you did this time? What kind of deals did you make to save me again? Is this a demon or A . . . reaper? Is he here waiting for you to say goodbye before he takes you. . ." Sam stopped for a while putting his face in his hands trying to stop himself from crying. " Sam .." Dean tried to explain and to help his brother to calm down. "No , Dean ! Let him take me instead, ok ? I was ready anyway. I was …" Sam couldn't continue. He felt like he wasn't fully recovered yet, his soul was still too tired to take this stress any further and his body was not much better. He started crying. Dean looked at the guy standing there with a begging look, tears in his eyes. He really wanted him to help them, to save Sam and to calm him down. The guy felt Dean's gaze so he opened his eyes slowly then he started to untie his arms. The thing that seemed to be an accessory- which it was not by the way - made a familiar noise to Sam's soul. He was wearing a red ring made of jade which was attached to a armlet. The armlet was made of silver that was mixed with blood, so it's color was unique, with a couple of thin silver chains He walked towards them and put a hand on Sam's shoulder. What amazed Sam was that he felt comfort immediately and all that tension in his body faded with the wind . The man sat down beside Sam. Dean with still there looking at him hoping that he could really help. The guy said "Ae Fe ! Le Haf ! La Melo Oe Shea " he said in his own language but, Sam felt like he was able to understand and just before he was trying to think about what that guy said he found him saying that in Lati " Aperi oculos tuos. Nolite timere. Ego daemonium non est angelus aut " Dean was just staying silent, watching nervously, trying to understand what that guy was saying to Sam . Sam almost understood him. The guy said it again in English " Open your eyes . Don't be afraid . I am not an angel or a demon. " Sam opened his eyes . The guy's voice helped him to feel warm and safe. His voice seemed to be so deep and manly and that soft tone he used to talk to him helped him to feel like the world had- suddenly - became so peaceful. Was that how Dean felt when Cas got him out from hell? Sam asked himself. When Sam first open his eyes he couldn't help but look at that thing the guy was wearing . That familiar noise, he just felt that noise was a sign they were connected, like it was describing what they both were feeling . " What are you ?Who are you ? " Sam asked . He had stopped crying by then. Emotionally he wasn't that stable yet but, he was getting back to normal. He just took a deep breath, trying to hide that he felt like a lost child, who wanted to cry for the next thousand years and to just run away from this cruel world. He felt like he was able to trust the guy but, even with that he didn't want him to see his weaknesses. Yet, there was something in his heart that was telling him that he had already known about it all and that this guy was -maybe- the one who saved him . The man smiled at him kindly. Sam was able to see his white skin - which was shining like diamonds. He was so close, he looked so beautiful, and there is nothing in the world looked like that ! Not even in heaven !! " My name is Alan . Your brother called and I just came to help and about **What** **am** **I **! It is kind of long a story . Near Onea Dea.." he started talking in his language again , he knew that Sam's soul was able to understand him with the deep connection between them , but he didn't want to exhaust his soul more than it already was so he started talking in English again " I mean me and Dean will explain that to you later . The most important thing that you need to know now is that there are no deals , there is no danger and no one is going to lose anything " Dean was searching Sam's face all that time just to know how he was feeling and what he was thinking about and when he felt like that Sam was ok with that , a sigh of relief - that he didn't recognize he was holding back - came out of him and the tension in his body started to fade away
A/N: I kinda found this to be boring, but hey. I was sleepy, saw an imagine prompt and this happened.
The boom box in her room played mundane slow music as she sat at the desk in her room in the bunker. A journal sat open on the dark woods as she wrote down the details of her last hunt. It had been a hard, emotional case. She had been hunting a rougarou and since it had procreated she had to turn a woman into not only a widow, but a bereaved parent as well.
The weight of the case still weighed heavily on her shoulders and when Sam walked by her open door she caught his eye. She had recently showered so her wet black hair hung down her back in relaxed ringlets. The water from her hair soaked into the back of the plain black shirt she was wearing. It was easy to see how stiff her shoulders were under the thin fabric. That and the fact that she sat straight backed, instead of slouching like she usually did, told him that she was more stressed than a rubber band stretched to the verge of snapping.
So without announcing his presence in any way other than making his footsteps loud, he walked over and placed his hands on her rock hard shoulders. She jumped, not having heard him despite his attempt to be obvious. “It’s just me.” he said with a quiet laugh.
She sighed when he started working his big hands into her tense muscles. “Oh…That feels good.” She sighed, letting her head fall forward.
Sam was glad that she couldn’t see the slightest blush that crept to his cheeks. “Good.” He said with a smile playing at the corners of his lips. “You looked like you could use it. Hard case?”
“The hardest.” She almost whispered and Sam could tell by the tinge of sadness in her voice that she wasn’t exaggerating.
He surprised her when he stopped massaging then gripped her shoulders and used them to spin her around in the swivel chair. “Come here.” He said flat faced as he held out his hand for hers.
“What?” she asked incredulously.
“You heard me.” he said, giving her a small, very Sam-like smirk. “Take my hand.”
“No.” she said with a roll of her blue eyes then tried to turn back to the desk, but he held onto the back of the chair, not letting her move. “What are you doin’, Sam?” She asked, getting aggravated with him.
“Would you just trust me” he asked, giving her his famous puppy dog eyes.
Fortunately for him, she couldn’t resist that look no matter how sour of a mood she was in. “Ugh, fine.” She grunted as she slapped her hand into his.
He pulled her up while simultaneously turning up the slow song. When it was at a comfortable volume he pulled her to him then let go of her to place her right hand on his left shoulder. she just watched with quizzical eyes as he placed his left hand on the subtle curve of her waist and grabbed her left hand in his right. He gave her a toothy grin as they started moving in time with the music.
“What are we doin’?” she asked flatly, not smiling back.
“Wow that case really did drain you huh?” he said with a tilt of his head. “We’re dancing.”
“Yeah, I can see that, Smartass. What I meant was why/” she asked and Sam could tell by the playfulness in her voice when she called him a smartass that she was already starting to loosen up.
“Because you’re stressed. You need to relax and I know you like to dance, so…” he said with a shoulder shrug. He gave her another toothy smile before he gave her waist a push. Laughter left her lips as he spun her. her hair flying behind her before she crashed back into his chest.
As she pressed her face into his chest he placed his hand back on her side, now gripping her hip. They swayed back and forth like that, their feet not even really moving for the remainder of the song.
When the song ended she pulled her face from his warm chest and looked up at him with a small smile. “Thanks, Sam.”
He smiled almost shyly down at her. “You’re welcome.” As he brushed her hair behind her ear, she caught his hand in hers so that she was now holding both of his hands. He gave her a questioning look as she looked down at their entangled fingers then brought them up to her lips. He sighed as she lightly brushed her soft lips over his knuckles. When she moved her blue eyes up to meet his hazels, it wasn’t hard to see the lust veiling them.
So without a second thought he pressed his lips to hers, gripped her hips and lifted her. She squealed and giggled as she wrapped her legs around his tall frame. He walked blindly until his felt his shins hit her bed, and then laid her back easing down over her as he did.
“Ugh. Learn to shut the door.” Dean’s voice made them break apart to breathily look up at him standing in the doorway of her room.
“Dean, do you mind?” Sam asked, not moving.
“Do I mind getting my eyes burned out on the way to my room? Yes.” He answered, not going away. If Dean was being honest with himself, it wasn’t the position he was seeing his brother in that burned his eyes. There wasn’t even any skin showing, so it wasn’t that. But what bothered him and caused him to speak up was the fact that Sam was making out with her. He had been hoping to make a move on her, but hadn’t found the right moment.
Sam scoffed as he got up and walked over to the door. “Good night, Dean.” He said before he slammed the door in Dean’s face.
Sam rolled his eye as he turned back to see her giggling. He silenced her giggles when he pressed his lips to hers.
“Hi!” Sam beamed as she skipped into the classroom, setting her bag down at her desk. “How are you today? My Geometry class was pretty boring. So I spent the whole class making these.” She held up a small, origami swan. “Do you want one? I have, like, fifteen of them.” She said, opening her bag, and pulling out a purple swan. “Do you like purple? Here.” She handed the swan over, beaming at Katelyn.
