Supernatural Fanfic: Reader x Sam - Path of Healing
Hello. Back in the days when I was completely slightly obssessed with The Vampire Diaries, I used to write fanfic, mostly in connection with Stefan and Kol. And recently I wondered upon this great blog on here @fanfic-from-a-67-impala, which gave me the idea and inspiration for writing a Sam one-shot. It may be a little lengthy, but I hope you enjoy it.Â
*note that the picture is not mine.
You were ordering your favorite coffee at a local coffee shop. The barista must have been new, because he was very slow, you swore even you could’ve prepared it faster. Once you got your order, you turned around to leave, but instead you bumped into a firm muscular body.
’Look out, pal, you don’t want this caffeein to be elsewhere than in my veins!’ you said.
’Oh, I’m so sorry, I just didn’t see you there, I’m-I’m really sorry!’
You raised your eyes to the man’s face just to see that you bumped into the one and only Sam Winchester.
’Sam?’ your voice was barely a whisper. Sam furrowed his brows.
’Uh…Do we know each other?’ he asked, visibly puzzled. Anger washed through you. How dare he?!
’Do we know each other? Serioisly??...Very funny!’ you couldn’t conatain yourself and punched him in the nose.
The hit took him by surprise. Having lost his balance he stepped back and knocked a chair over. After all, your right hook was one of your best features.
You ran out of the shop, not mindig the bystanders’ curious looks and Sam’s ’What the hell, lady?!’ exclamation and you got in your car. You know it was possible to run into him at some point, but why now? This was an important case, one you’ve been working on for months. You really didn’t need him to show up just like that.
Trying to ignore the fact that he was in town, you went on with your investigation and you suddenly realised it was already 10 p.m.. As soon as you arrived to your motel room, you took off all of your clothes and went to take a shower. The water felt amazing against your skin. Out of the blue, you heard a noise from the room. You didn’t turn off the shower so the intruder would think you’re still oblivious to their presence. You put on a towel quickly and took your gun from the sink. When you saw the bathroom door open, you tore it ajar.
’Hands where I can see them!’ you shouted.
The intruder obeyed, you could see from their silhouette. You swiftly turned on the lights.
’Sam?! What the hell?! How’d find me?’
’Well, your car is quite unique…’ he said flashing a small smile, but when you did not return it, he continued ’ Look, I can explain….’
’Oh I’m sure you can.’ you grimaced. ’Now slowly start to back off or I’ll shoot you in the leg.’ to validate your statement, you cocked your gun.
He did what he was told until he reached the bed. He sat down. None of you spoke for a good two minutes. Finally, he collected his thoughts first.
’Listen…I came here because I wanted answers. Based on the punch, I get the feeling that you know me, but I’m sorry, I just don’t remember you.’
You let out a laugh at the absurdity of the situation. He showed up pretending to be clueless...
’How do you have the nerve after everything that happened to come here and act like you know nothing?!’
You were standing too close and Sam used your emotional moment  to grab your hand, knock the gun out of it, pull you onto himself and shift so he could be on top. He was pinning you to the bed with his whole body weight, making you harmless. He still smelt like you remembered.
You felt his breath carrassing your cheeks. His proximity really confused you. It reminded every part of you of the good old times. But that was a long ago.
’You know, I made a promise that the next time we meet, I was gonna kill you. You got off easy at the coffee shop.’ you said panting.
’Okay, that’s enough.’ he said in frustration. ’I told you, I’m really sorry, but I don’t know who you are, so how about you refresh my memory starting with a name and place!’
’It’s Y/N… We met almost 6 years ago in San Antonio.’ you grumbled after realizing he was serious.
’6 years ago?’ his face changed a little as realization hit him. ’Oh, God.’
’If I let you go you promise you won’t attempt to kill me, okay?’
’Okay. For now.’ you agreed reluctantly.
He climbed off you and stood up, running his fingers through his hair. You fixed your towel and poured yourself a drink.
’6 years ago I had no soul. And now I don’t have any memories from that period, only bits and pieces.’
’Wow’ you said downing your glass ’I mean I’ve heard worse explanations but this is just crap.’
’No, it’s-’ he stopped for a second, thinking about a way to make you beleive him. ’So, you’re obviously a hunter.’ You nodded. ’That means you heard about the apocalypse.’ Another nod. ’My brother Dean and I averted it, but my soul was stuck in the cage with Michael and Lucifer for almost a year.’
Actually, his words started to make sense. You always knew there was something off about Sam, you just couldn’t put your finger on it.
’Now, we met during that period when I was running around without a soul. Could you tell me what happened, Y/N, please?’
’No!’ you said too quickly. ’I mean not today at least.’
’Okay. Than can you at least tell me what case are you working on?’
’Shifter. Been on its ass for 4 months. In this town, it disguises itself as a dancing teacher for couples.’
’Perfect.’ he said ’I’ll call Dean, tell him not to worry about me and we can finish this together,’
’Oh, no! I’m not working with you, Winchester, not again!’
He seemed uncomfortable at the though of you resenting him so much.
’Okay.’ he said. ’Let’s make a deal. We finish this hunt together, you tell me why you hate me so much and I’ll be gone for good. How about this, huh?’
Admittedly, his offer was quite tempting. Not having to face him ever again? Major avoiding move, but it was for the best.
’Deal.’ you said, raising your glass at him.
You got up early, eager to kill that son of a bitch shifter. You swiftly got ready, packed everything and when you opened the door to leave, you bumped into a tall person. Again.
’Ugh, Sam, you gotta stop doing that!’ you said with forced annoyance in your voice.
’Sorry. Just couldn’t sleep. Thought I’d come by and ask if you were hungry. We could grab some breakfast before icing that son of a bitch.’
You studied him for a moment. He looked so different, so much more…human, than the last time you saw him. But the memories still stung like a mofo.
’I’m not sure that’s a good idea, pretty boy.’ you said leisurely.
’C’mon. It’s just breakfast.’ he gave you those puppy dog eyes you thought you never see again. You couldn’t say no to those hazel orbs.
’Okay.’ you said ’But you’re paying.’
’I wouldn’t have it any other way.’ he replied, restraining a laughter.
You both got into your car and you drove yourselves to the caffe from the previous day. The barista looked considerably anxious.
’Look, if you are here to make another scene, I cannot serve you.’ he stated.
’Relax, buddy!’ you flashed him your most convincing smile ’It was just a lovers’ quarrel! Now… we’d like two breakfast menues, please.’
You sat down to a small table. A few minutes later your order arrived.
’So, uh, lover’s quarrel, huh?’ you could see he was carefully choosing his words. ’First you call me pretty boy, now this…Did we, uh, did we have a thing going on or something?’
You looked him straight in the eyes while slicing your pancake.
’I thought we had a deal.’ you said simply. That was enough to throw him off his track and send him apologizing.
’Sure thing, I’m sorry.’
As you examined him while he was eating, the shyness in his motions, you could tell this Sam wouldn’t be able to do what the Sam you knew did.
’Do you still have your FBI stuff with you?’ you asked, hushing you’re thoughts away.
’Because we you’re gonna need it.’
An hour and a half later you were at the dancing studio the monster supposedly worked at. After telling Sam about your plan, he flipped.
’Are you nuts?! I can’t dance! We will never pull this off. This thing is gonna realize we are hunters and will ditch town as soon as it can….’ he whispered franctically in front of the changing rooms.
’Oh, trust me, it will work. Just stop whining, change into your FBI shirt and trousers and meet me here in five, okay?’
There was an intense stare-down, but eventuelly you won.
’Fine.’ he said through gritted teeth.
You went into the women’s changing room and quickly put on the short red dress you got upon arriving in town. It highlighted your oblique by fitting to your body in all the right places. You put your hair up in a bun and went out. Sam’s eyebrows flew high up in surprise. He even blushed a little if you weren’t imagining it. He cleared his throat.
’You look, uh, very nice.’ he complimented.
’Thank you. You don’t look that bad yourself.’
You then entered a very spacious hall, mirrors wrapping the walls of it. Other couples were standing in the middle so you joined them, trying to be as invisible as possible.
’Welcome, everybody!’ you heard a woman say. The shifter. You clenched your fists. She continued ’Thanks for coming. Today, we are having a latin session and oh, as I can see, there are some new faces. The young lady with the handsome man? Would you mind introducing yourselves?’
Damn it. Great. Of course she would notice you.
’Sure. My name is *fake name* and this is my partner, *fake name*.’ you lie instantly.
’Great, nice to meet you. How long have you been dancing together?’
The answer ’too long’ coming from you and the answer ’not long enough’ coming from Sam merged together. You both laughed nervously.
’Alright. Why don’t you show us what you got?
’Hit it!’ you said, just as Sam was starting to protest, taking him by his hand and leading him to a free space.
Smooth by Santana started blasting from the speakers.
’ Y/n, I really can’t do this.’ he pleaded.
’Relax, pretty boy. You got this. Just close your eyes, open your mind to the music and feel me. The way I move. Our motions.’ you tried calming him and praying to God that it would work.
After a few awkward steps he caught onton something. Something that was burried deep inside him, up until now. He took over the lead suddenly, pulling you closer to him. His eyes were locked with yours, never breaking the connection. Your bodies moved in perfect synchrony tight up against each other, always knowing what the next step was.
♪♫ Gimme your heart, make it real, or else forget about it. ♫♬
As the music died out, Sam finished the dance with a grand twirl and bent you over. His lips were just a couple of inches away. You were both panting. You remembered he was good, but not this good. It seemed like when he put his feelings and passion in it, it almost had the charm of the first time.
’What the hell just happened?!’ he asked breathlessly with genuine fear in his eyes.
’I’ll explain later, but first we have to get the shifter.’
A simple nod was the reply.
You were sitting in a bar, four empty tequila glasses in front of you. The shifter was a milk-run this way that you had back-up. After the dance class you followed the monster home and when the night fell, took care of it.
’I don’t mean to press matters, you know, just trying to hold up my end of the deal…’ he started, downing his third tequila.
You knew this moment would come and you tried to prepare yourself for it, but damn. Nothing can prepare a girl for telling the love of her life that he murdered her family. Following his steps, you downed your own, hoping that the alcohol would numb your pain.
’Sure. Let’s get it over with….’ you said ’Uhm, my family is-was different from all the other hunter families.’
’My father…he wasn’t only a hunter. He was a businessman. He had this wide range of clients, clients who were more than happy to pay for certain specialities for their collections of weird.’
When you saw the confused look on Sam’s face you cut to the chase.
’My father didn’t hunt monsters to kill them, Sam. He did it to sell them to influencial collectors.’
A look of disgust spread across his face. And he didn’t even hear the best part of your story.
’How do I come in the picture?’ he asks.
A small smile played across your lips as you remembered the very first time you met the one and only Sam Winchester.
’We met in a bar, pretty boy. I chose a song from an old juke box and started dancing, already boozy. After a little while I felt someone hug me from behind. He started dancing along with me and we ended up executing a perfect choreography. It was you, Sam.’
’But I can’t even dance.’ he scoffed with disbelief in his voice.
’You told me you had dance classes at Stanford. You wanted to impress your then-girlfriend, Jessica, if I’m not mistaken.’
’True, I had dance classes, but that was ages ago.’
’You wanna hear the rest or you’re just gonna keep interrupting?’ you scolded him. He motions for you to go on. ’By the end of the night, I got so hammered that you had to take me back to my motel room. My father and brother were waiting for me there. When you introduced yourself, they instantly knew who you were. So we started to hunt together. You and me…we did a little more than just hunting together…Yeeeaaah, we got a little tangled up.’
You smiled and he replicated it.
’One day, you realized that we never killed anything on sight, my family always seemed to take care of it later, or less publicly. You found out about my dad’s business and wanted in.’ Sam’s jaw dropped but you continued regardlessly ’And he said no. So that night, the cages of the monsters magically opened up by themselves and chaos ensued. The beasts killed my dad and my brother. One almost got me, but I managed to get away. You on the other hand, remained intact as you see, you left. Without a single freaking word. And I’ve never heard of you ever since. Not until we met at the coffee shop here, anyway.’
Your story appeared to shock him entirely. He ordered another round.
’Are you… are you sure that it was me? That I let those monsters out?’
He looked you in the eye. His gaze was full of sorrow and guilt.
’I’m so-so sorry, Y/n.’ he uttered.
’Yeah. You and me both, pretty boy.’ you abruptly drank the last of your tequila and got up from the bar stool. ’I gotta get going. It was lovely making a deal with you, Sam. Bye, Winchester.’
’Wha- wait, you can’t just go like that!’ he protested.
’Sure I can. Just watch me.’
’At least let me escort you back to your motel room.’
You eyed him for a little while then nodded yes. Damn those tequilas.
The bar was a fifteen-minute walk away from the motel. The chilly midnight air should’ve woken you up, it should’ve made you realiyze how bad of an idea it was to let Sam this near you again, but the power of the tequilas already kicked in, not allowing you to think straight.
When you got in front of your door, Sam took your hand out of the blue and gave you a twirl.
’Sam…what are you doing?’
’Since I’m never gonna see you again, I’m giving you one last twirl.’ he murmured into your ears when he drew you closer to him. The warmth radiating from his body seemed to captivate you. You danced for some time to absolutely no music at all, when leaned in and gently pressed his lips against yours.
You pulled away a second later. No. Tequilas. please, stop.
’I’m sorry-’ he started apologizing, but for God knows what reason, desire took over you. You kissed him back passionately, your fingers entangled in his hair.
’Wanna take this inside?’ you motioned to the room with your head after you both pulled away for air.
’Wanted it since you punched me in that coffee shop, y/n.’ he admits, earning a genuine laughter from you.
The night you spent together was amazing, something out of this Earth. No man that you crossed paths with since the separation could live up to Sam in any way and that night just reminded you of this. Early in the morning while he was still fast asleep, you dressed up and packed. Although you could still feel him on every inch of your body, with a clear head, you knew this was a mistake. And for that, a huge one. You stretched out your arm towards the door knob.
’Going somewhere?’ you heard from behind. Just great. He was awake, sitting straight in the bed.
’Yeah…Last night was…magnificent, but I have to go, Sam. I just have to.’ you mumbled.
’Isn’t what I told you enough of a reason?’ you snapped back at him.
’It is, but still, it’s not the whole truth now, is it.’ he raised his voice. ’I can feel it.’
’I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ you said a little too mechanically to be believable.
A tear trickled down your face which you wiped away as soon as you realized it. Without a word, you tossed your cellphone and he caught it in the air.
’Look for voicemails I sent you 6 years ago. God knows why I kept them, but I did….’
He silently followed your instructions. When he finally found the voicemails, he pressed play.
’Hey, Sam…my dad and Nick..they’re dead…where are you? Call me back, please…’
He opened another one from later.
’Hey, Sam…I left you a dozen messages…I know it was you, I just don’t get it…how could you do that to them?! To us?! Uh, just call me when you get this.’
’Hey, Sam. I really really need to talk to you. It’s an emergency….Sam…I’m pregnant. Please, call.’
He looked at you in shock, but pressed the play button for the last voicemail you ever sent him regardlessly.
’Hey, asshole. Not like you care, but I just wanted you to know that…that I lost the baby. A hunt went sideways. Anyways…if I ever see you again, Winchester, I will kill you. Have a nice life until then.’
Tears formed in his eyes as well and made their way down his cheeks. You sat down beside him. All of a sudden, he took your hand in his.
’Y/n… you have no idea how sorry I am. It wasn’t me but in a way it was. I will never forgive myself for this…I could’ve had a family and I screwed up. Big time. I am so sorry!’
You were at loss for words. You can’t even count the nights you let it play out in your head, what would living a normal life with Sam and your child be like. But everytime you did you ended up crying yourself to sleep.
’You see, this is why I can’t be around you, Sam. I just can’t.’ you finally said.
’Y/n, please. Just give me a chance! Come with me to the bunker me and my brother own. Let’s go on a few hunts togehter and we’ll see how things turn out.’ he tried so hard to convince you.
’Sam…’ you placed your palm on his cheek. He took it a second later and kissed it.
’Please? I remember being with you, you know….As I lacked my soul, I couldn’t love, but I had this sense of what’s right and what’s wrong. And being with you, it always seemed right. I didn’t even know why, it just always did. Please, give us a chance. I am not the same person you met in that bar.’
’Then give me another chance. A chance to prove that I’m worthy of you and your forgiveness. After all these years, I can help you heal.’
The fact that he wanted your forgiveness and wanted to help you heal made you think. You never admitted it to yourself, but these were probably the things you wanted most after he left and always failed to get.
’We’ll take my car. But no crappy music or else you’ll have to hitch a ride for yourself.’ you said simply.
’Yes. Well, more of a strong maybe. Don’t make me regret it as I can still shoot you in the leg.’
’I won’t.’ he whispered and kissed you again, reassuring you that this was the right decision to make. You finally stepped onto the path of healing. And you couldn’t wish for a better partner than Sam to do it with.
