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Very tight places - Kinktober 3
Summary: You're stuck with a soulless Sam again.
Pairing: Soulless!Sam x fem!Reader
Square 8 filled for @anyfandomgoesbingo: Amnesia
Square 6 filled for @samwinchesterbingo: Dirty Talk
Warnings: soulless!Sam being his asshole self, cheating (kinda), smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, mentions of anal sex, creampie, claustrophilia, blasphemie
Rating: Explicit
Kink: Claustrophilia
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Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023
Catch up here: Cramped (1) & Tight places (2)
Six months later you are still hunting with Dean and Sam. You didn’t want to leave the elder Winchester alone with his soulless brother.
Who are you trying to kid? The ugly and embarrassing truth is, that you can’t stay away from Sam for too long.
He’s intoxicating. You’re high on him, and the way he fucks you. If you had an ounce of dignity left, you’d tell the bastard to fuck off. But you are too far gone to care.
Most nights, you let him do unspeakable things to you. Dean stumbled in on you and his brother, calling you sick more than once. He wrinkles his nose anytime Sam gropes you in front of his brother.
Sam has no filter. In any way. When it comes to sex, he doesn’t care if you are in the middle of a case, at a hospital, or buying groceries. Sam wants you, and he gets you.
Anytime. Anywhere.
“Sam, what are we doing here, dressed in the cheapest costumes we could find,” you grumble as Sam decides you must play nun and priest to solve your latest case.
Dean is out and about to find Death. Not to die this time, but to convince Death himself to help him get Sam’s soul back.
Sam is not amused. He wants to stay like this. New and improved. Deadly, focused, and with a sexual appetite making even Dean blush.
“I look ridiculous. They will not believe I’m a nun.” Glancing around the almost empty church you sigh. At least there are not many people around to witness your poor performance.
“Why?” Sam resists the urge to grope your ass. Seeing you in your nun costume got him rock-hard. If not for the case he wants to solve, he’d have you bent over the altar already. “We look just the same as the priest I knocked out to get his clothes.”
“You did what?” you stop in your tracks to gape at Sam. “Please tell me you didn’t knock a priest out, Samuel Winchester. I don’t want to go to hell only because you have no impulse control.”
Sam smirks darkly. “You are so cute when mad,” he dips his head to whisper, “not so cute while you writhe on my fat cock. You’re a whore, not a saint. I know how you like it. Dirty and rough.”
“Sam, can you for once not think about your dick?” You growl. “We still need to find the monster killing the people at the church. Sadly, the only witness still suffers from amnesia.”
“That’s where you come in,” Sam purrs. “I didn’t want you to wear this iconic tunic only for fun. You are the one taking Sister Margaret’s place. You’ll fit in just fine.”
“I don’t want to play the next victim for the monster. Which by the way, you still didn’t identify, Sam. Maybe you shouldn’t have spent the last night at the bar with that blonde,” you snap at the hunter. You don’t give a shit if your blow your cover. Sam won’t get away with treating you like a random bitch he can fuck and leave afterward.
“Y/N, be honest with me,” he chuckles at your angry expression, “are you jealous because you are in love with me?“
“You wish,” you walk away, too angry to be around Sam today. Are you jealous? Of course, you are. Sam and you spent the last months together. Most of the time in the sheets. But last night, he told you to leave and didn’t return until early in the morning.
“Don’t be like that, baby,” Sam mocks you. “I know you love me. You draw hearts and imagine walking down the aisle while I wait for you to give you the ring.”
“You’re such an asshole,” you turn back around to snap at Sam. “I can’t wait for Dean to get your soul back. The moment you have it back, I’m gone. Don’t believe I stuck around for you and your limp dick. I did it for Dean because he’s a good man. Always was.”
“You want my brother?” His features darken, and you can see the change in Sam’s eyes. You take a step back. You know the look in his eyes. It’s the same one you see when he’s about to attack a monster. “Well, too bad. He can’t have you.”
“He can have me if he wants me.” It’s your turn to pay Sam back for all the times you asked yourself if he’s with some other girl. “Just like you had that pretty little thing last night.”
Sam snorts. “She was boring and wanted to go on a date first.” He casually says. As if this excuses his behavior, and how he treated you last night. “Come. I show you something nice.”
“Sam, I’m not in the mood for one of your games. Let’s just solve this case and we can go our separate ways. I stuck around far longer than I intended to.” You huff as Sam once again, ignores your protests. He grabs you by your arm and drags you toward the confession booth.
“Sam! What are you doing?”
“Shush now, I saw someone,” he pushes you inside the booth and closes the door behind him. You gulp. You’re stuck in a tight place with Sam again. “Do you have your gun?”
“What kind of question is that Winchester? I’m not an idiot!”
“Good. Stay in here and wait for me,” he turns around to look at you. Something flashes in his eyes before he turns around to leave the booth. Not without telling you to lock it, though…
You’re gnawing at your nails. Sam left you at the confession booth half an hour ago, and now you don’t know if you left the booth to help him or not.
You press your ear to the door, listening to your breathing. There is not a sound, and you wonder if Sam messed with you and just left the church.
“Open the door,” Sam knocks at the door, “now.”
“Fuck, Winchester,” you curse, but unlock the door to drag Sam inside. He closes it behind him once again and releases an annoyed huff as you check him for injuries.
“You can't wait to put your hands on me again, huh?” Sam turns around to look you up and down. “You know,” he licks his lips. His large hands shoot toward your face to cradle it for a moment, “I think you should confess your sins to me, my dear.”
“I said I’m not in the mood for one of your games,” you pout and cross your arms over your chest. “Why did you leave me in here, all alone? Did you find the monster?”
“I fucked the nuns and gave them a good spanking,” Sam deadpans. “What do you think I did? I kept you safe. The monster wasn’t here. We will find them, though.”
“You’re such an asshole.”
“And you are still my whore. My brother can’t have you,” he moves his hand to your throat. “Say it.”
“Fuck you.”
“You wish I would,” he chuckles as you claw at the hand holding your throat in a tight grip. “OR maybe I should remind you of your worth. Turn around, lift your tunic, sister. I want to see your cunt.”
“No.”
“Do it or I swear I’ll drag you out of here and fuck you on the altar like I wanted to,” he warns. You know Sam is not joking. If you don’t do as he says, he’ll drag you out and have his way with you on the altar.
He drops his hand from your throat, smirking as you slowly turn around. You shove the black tunic up your body to reveal your ass to him.
“I hate you so much.”
“No panties,” Sam moves his hand between your legs to find you dripping for him. “you’re such a whore for me. I can’t believe I found someone like you.”
You should knee his balls and just leave him there. Instead, you press your hands against the wooden wall and brace yourself for Sam’s massive cock. He’s not a fan of foreplay when he’s like that.
“My whore.” He runs his large hand over your back, down to your ass. “Look at you, ready to have my cock. I think I’ll go for your ass today.”
You suck in a breath. It’s always a struggle to take him up your ass. Especially when he’s impatient.
“Here?”
“Aw, my little cockslut loves having me up her ass, huh?” His pants drop to the ground before you can even choke out a moan. Sam is on you in a blink. One hand moves between your legs to slap your pussy. “Answer me!”
“YES!”
“Louder!”
“I love your cock up my ass,” he slaps your pussylips again, and again until your tender flesh throbs and you soak his hand. “I want to feel it all the time.”
“Beg me,” he slings his arm around your throat. “Y/N, I’m not asking,” Sam growls in your ear. “I want to hear you beg.”
“Please give me your cock, Father Winchester,” he bends your body to his will and rams himself inside of your leaking cunt.
“Fuck,” Sam is not gentle. All he gives you is his free hand between your legs to toy with your clit. He snaps his hips into your ass, making you cry out with every deep thrust. “I love it when cry a little.”
“Ass-hole,” you press your hands hard against the wooden wall. “I hate you so much.”
Sam doesn’t care about your words, or that you soak his cock only a few thrusts later. He batters your cunt, hoping to force another orgasm out of you to make you see that only he can fulfill your desires.
“You make the sweetest noises when I fuck you,” he nips at your earlobe, teeth sinking in your flesh to tug at it. You moan and push back onto him. Sam knows exactly which buttons he must push to get what he wants. “I’m going to fill this cunt up again.”
You hiss his name when your body sizes up. You tremble in his arms and close your eyes as your orgasm washes over you. When he fucks you like this, from behind you can pretend it’s the real Sam, not the broken version of the hunter.
“You’re such a good slut for me, Y/N. I’ll never let you go,” his words a more threat than a promise. His hips begin to stutter. “Open that pussy for me, take my cum…”
You don’t know how you made it out of the church without getting caught. Sam’s cum ran down your thighs as he dragged you out of the place you stained with your sins.
Back at the motel, you try to make him talk to you. Sam sits across you, just staring at you.
“Sam, we still need to find the monster.” You sigh as he ignores you. “SAM! The monster.”
“It was a hoax,” he shrugs and drops his eyes to your legs. “I wanted to fuck you at a church in a confession booth.”
“There is no monster?” Your jaw drops. “You drove to the middle of nowhere, and forced me to wear a nun costume only for sex.”
“Roleplay, kitten. It’s essential to keep my dick hard.” He watches you squirm on the bed. “Be good and spread your legs. Let me see your tainted cunt.”
“Sam…can you just not be so crass all the time?”
“I said,” he gets up from his seat to stand in front of your bed, “spread your legs and show me your well-fucked and cum stained cunt.”
“Fine,” you fall back onto the bed and spread your legs. “Satisfied.”
“Hmm…I don’t know,” he unbuckles his belt with one hand and shoves his pants down his legs. “I think you need more cum in your pussy…”
“Please tell me you got him out,” Dean looks at Death.
“I got his soul, and we should hurry but,” Death looks Dean straight in the eyes, “I must warn you. This soul got ripped apart, and there is not much left of the brother you knew…
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The Road to You
Summary: Dean convinces the crew to take a well-earned vacation, though he may have ulterior, matchmaker motives. Though nothing ever goes according to plan for the Winchesters, does it?
Characters: Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader
Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Angst, DUBCON, Drugging/Roofies, Rut, Smut (Unprotected Sex, Knotting), Marking/Claiming
AU: VACATION AU (@spnaubingo)
SW BINGO: MUTUAL PINING (@samwinchesterbingo)
FLUFF: BONDAGE (@anyfandomfluffbingo)
ANGST: CAR ACCIDENT (@anyfandomangstbingo)
KINK: KNOTTING KINK (@anyfandomkinkbingo)
WC: 4212
"I can't believe I finally got you two to agree on an actual, real vacation," Dean chuckled gleefully, standing by as Sam and Y/N dumped their bags in the trunk of the Impala. The backs of their hands innocently brushed as they placed the bags inside, the both of them bashful and awkward and they smiled it off.
Sam groaned inwardly at himself. Really, his pining over Y/N had gotten beyond ridiculous. She'd caught and seized his attention since the moment they met. A fellow hunter, and a skilled one at that, Y/N was also an Omega - opposite to his Alpha and unlike any Omega he'd ever met before or since.
He'd fallen irreparably in love by the end of the hunt, grateful for Dean's suggestion that she hang around, see the Bunker, and help on a few more hunts. He suspected his Alpha brother of honing in on the Omega, trying to lay his own claim. He wouldn't blame him in the slightest, though his inner Alpha wasn't about to just allow it.
Turns out his older brother was more intuitive than he gave him credit for.
Dean had sensed the connection almost as quick as it had been established, their scents and body language giving him initial hints. By the end of that first hunt, he knew his little brother had it bad. His instinct told him it was mutual.
So he invited her along - the Alpha within now seeing her as his brother's potential mate and a member of his pack - and she'd been with them ever since. Much to Sam's delight and his suffering. Because from his point of view, as much as he wanted her, he couldn't bring himself to make the first move. And if she didn't either, then maybe she didn't want him after all.
That's what led, in part, to Dean deciding they needed a real vacation as normal people do. They earned a break, damnit, and Dean was determined to use this time to recharge. He was also sure it was just what Sam and Y/N needed to finally connect.
"Yeah, well, you sold me on the seclusion and relaxation of it all," Y/N grinned, taking her usual seat in the back as the brothers climbed in the front, the doors shutting in one synchronous sound.
"Where is this place again?" Sam asked as the Impala pulled out onto the road.
"It's a large campground complex that's part of the national parks," Dean explained, "There's a clubhouse and a bunch of smaller cabins closer together. We got one of the more secluded cabins, still on the camp's grounds but further out from others, more secluded," he grinned, excitedly explaining. He did a lot of research to find something they could all enjoy.
"There's a large lake where you can go fishing, swimming, rent a canoe. You can go hiking through the woods and trails. Y/N can relax in the jacuzzi tub and catch up on her trashy gas station novels," he continued with a shit-eating grin aimed at Y/N in the rearview mirror.
"Hey, don't judge. We all gotta get our lovin' somehow," she chuckled, blushing as she caught Sam's gaze.
"You'll see," Dean added, his plan of getting the two idiots together ever-present in his mind, "It'll be perfect for everyone."
Dean was right. The cabin was perfect. When they entered the campgrounds via the dirt road off the highway, they passed by the clubhouse and other cabins, the lake, and other structures scattered about. Then everything was gone and quiet, just the lake, the trees, and the dirt road along which they traveled. Y/N had begun to wonder if they were even in the campgrounds anymore when the cabin came into view.
With surprise, excitement, and readiness, the trio unloaded their bags into the quaint cabin, walking around to examine their surroundings for their stay.
"Well," Dean clapped his hands together as he joined the others in the main area of the cabin, "I say we go into town and stock up on a few supplies for our vacation."
"Yeah, I wanna get a few things too," Sam agreed, the pair looking to Y/N.
"Nah, you two go ahead. I think I'm gonna take advantage of that tub," she giggled, wagging her brows playfully.
The guys laughed, bidding their farewells and promising to return as soon as possible, to which she encouraged them to take their time.
The trip to the local grocery store was quick, the two of them splitting up the store and items needed, before meeting back up to check out. As they finished loading their haul, however, Dean's attention was drawn to the bar across the street. A small group of scantily dressed, giggling young women chatted amongst themselves as they entered the bar.
"You know, we are on vacation," Dean began, turning to grin at his brother. Sam had seen the whole thing, letting out a sigh, knowing exactly what was on his brother's mind.
"Yeah, okay, Dean," Sam relented, gesturing to the bar.
"Really?" Dean perked up in surprise, falling in stride with Sam as they walked the short distance to the bar together.
"Yeah, you're right, we're on vacation after all. Let your Alpha loose," he chuckled, patting Dean on the back as they went.
Sam was more than willing to wingman for Dean, at least for a little while. Dean could use some company for his vacation. At least it would give Sam alone time with Y/N. Except what was the point in torturing himself with something that was never gonna happen?
It wasn't long before Sam found himself sat alone at the bar, Dean off by the pool tables, his laugh and that of his three female companions flitting to him over the din of the bar.
He sighed, ordering his third whiskey as he thought about Y/N like he always did. He polished off his drink, sucking his teeth as he berated himself for not manning up and just telling her how he felt. Contrary to popular belief, Alphas could feel rejection as strongly as Omegas, affecting them just as deeply.
Sam glanced around the bar, a few women catching his eye as they tried to get his attention. He did enjoy the attention from the women, reminding him that he was a true Alpha. But he couldn't bring himself to do anything, too lovesick over Y/N.
"Can I offer you a drink?" A woman's voice broke Sam's train of thought. He turned, seeing an Omega woman who sort of looked like Y/N. Though no one was like Y/N, not really.
The woman set down a glass of whiskey, obviously having paid attention to what Sam was drinking, taking the seat next to him as she nursed her own drink. A little conversation couldn't hurt, Sam supposed, as he accepted the glass with a smile and a nod, taking a generous sip as she watched.
After a while, the whiskey started to hit Sam hard. The woman - Sam still couldn't remember her name, though maybe it was Y/N, it looked like Y/N - kept the drinks flowing. It didn't usually hit him like this. To top it off it seemed like his rut was coming on, but he wasn't anywhere near due.
"Gotta find Dean," Sam slurred, sliding off his barstool and wobbling on his feet, "Gotta get home."
"I'll take you home."
Sam turned his attention to the voice, smiling dopily through his blurred vision. Y/N would take him home. He'd be fine.
Dean saw Sam on the move - hard not to with his size - and an unfamiliar woman guiding him out the doors of the bar. He grew concerned with the way Sam moved, causing him to decide to follow after and make sure he was alright. Sam never left with women. Not since Y/N came into the picture.
It took him longer than he would have liked to disentangle himself from his Beta and Omega admirers, the women pleading and pouting as he apologized and hastily made his way after his brother. He knew Sam could handle himself. Usually.
Finally making it outside, Dean could see a car pulling out of the lot and down the road, his eyes followed it as he made his way to the Impala, trying and failing to get Sam on his cell.
Dean was grateful it was easy to catch up to the car. He was growing more and more suspicious by the moment. Now on an empty stretch of highway just outside the small town limits, Dean honked his horn and flashed his lights at the car in front of him, determined to get to his brother.
The car began to swerve, Dean growing more confused as the driver lost control and veered off the side of the road, coming to a sudden halt as the car slammed into an unyielding tree.
Dean brought the Impala to a halt on the side of the road behind the wreckage. As soon as he put it in park, the passenger side door of the wreck was popping open, Sam stumbling from within. Dean held his breath as he got out the car, quickly making his way to Sam.
A glance inside the car and Dean knew the Omega woman was unconscious, or dead. He was more worried about his brother at the moment.
"Sam? What happened?" Dean demanded, holding Sam's head as he leaned against the car, trying to determine if he was hurt.
"S'not Y/N," Sam growled out with a huff, shaking Dean's hold on him and standing tall to glare down the shorter Alpha, "Where's Y/N?"
Sam's eyes were blown. More than just suddenly being in an unscheduled rut, he looked high out of his mind. Dean had to tamper down his protective Alpha at the thought of this woman fucking drugging him.
He couldn't worry about that at the moment. Right now, he needed to get Sam somewhere safe before he went full primal Alpha and scared the shit out of some innocent country residents. He dreaded to think that Sam might have caused the accident to begin with.
"Come on, let's get you in the car and I'll get you back." Dean tried, leading Sam towards the Impala.
Sam pushed Dean off, losing his balance and struggling to right himself once more.
"Where's Y/N?" Sam growled again, ready to challenge his brother if necessary.
"At the cabin!" Dean growled back, getting really frustrated with Sam's shit, "Get in the goddamn car and I'll take you to her!"
Sam held his ground for a moment longer before stumbling his way to the Impala and dropping clumsily inside. Dean cursed under his breath, getting behind the wheel and leading them back towards the relative safety of the secluded cabin.
Sam was fidgeting and mumbling, his breathing hard as he sporadically growled. His scent began to fill the car, making Dean cough with its potency. As they pulled up to the cabin, Sam climbing out before he'd even put it in park, Dean began to second guess if bringing him to Y/N in his state was really the best idea.
"Y/N?!" Sam's commanding Alpha voice boomed through the small cabin. Y/N ran from one of the back bedrooms to the main area, seeing the brothers back from their trip. One sight of Sam and she knew something was very wrong. A moment later his scent hit her, causing her to whimper as she took several cautious steps backward from him.
As Sam began to move towards her slowly, Dean cursed under his breath. He didn't want to deal with a rutting Alpha, but it seemed he'd have no choice. Not with the predatory way Sam was sizing up Y/N at that moment.
Hating the idea, but having no choice, Dean stepped around Sam, blocking him from Y/N and pushing him back slightly.
"You're not in your right mind, Sam," Dean tried, Sam immediately pushing Dean back and growling at the Alpha threat.
Dean shook his head before responding, the two Alphas trading blows and grappling, Y/N watching on in horror and shock, not knowing what to do. Eventually, Dean landed a blow that knocked Sam out, allowing him to drag Sam to his bed and tie his limbs to the posts.
"What the hell happened?" Y/N demanded of Dean as he ushered her out of the room.
"Some bitch drugged him," Dean growled, heading to the kitchen to clean his wounds. "He's in full on rut and all he cared about was you," Dean added with a pointed look that seemed to dig deep into her soul.
"Me?" she protested, "But I'm-"
"His Omega," Dean supplied for her with a knowing smirk, "At least to him. And I know you want him too," he added, stepping closer to her, "He needs you right now."
Y/N shook her head in protest, arguments of consent, willingness, and her own insecurities ready to be voiced. But Dean shut her down with a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"The drugs are making his rut worse than usual. Without an Omega, he might not get through it," he admitted with a shaky breath, "And the only one he wants is you."
Y/N sighed defeatedly, her head turning towards the room that held Sam, hearing his groans as he began to come to consciousness once more.
"Okay," Y/N agreed, knowing she'd have to help him, while he was restrained for her own safety, and hope to God that he didn't hate her afterward.
With a nod, Dean grabbed his things, quickly heading out the door to give them privacy. Y/N took a deep breath, going to Sam and the Alpha's sweet pleas for his Omega.
"I'm here, Sam," Y/N said from the doorway, her breath catching in her throat at the sight of him. He looked wild, his hands restrained to the bed above his head, his feet spread and tied at the bottom.
"Omega." Sam whined, sniffing the air and moaning at her scent, the smell of her already forming slick driving him mad with want.
"Shh," Y/N soothed as she undressed herself under Sam's heady gaze, crawling over his body and straddling his hips. Sam's body was vibrating, the heat coming off of him near scorching. "I'm gonna help you, Alpha."
Sam snarled, trying to pull his hands free and kiss her at the same time. She soothed him once more, kissing him gently, pulling back when his frenzy made him turn the kiss harsher and more demanding.
Feeling how desperate he was, she wasted no more time, unfastening his jeans and pulling them and his boxers down as much as she could with him still restrained. She was gonna try her damndest to leave her heart out of it, not wanting to get attached through the situation, only to be rejected later on.
It's just sex, she kept telling herself, just sex.
All trains of thought were swept away as Sam's glorious Alpha cock came into view, bouncing up proudly, throbbing with his desire. Her mouth watered and her pussy wept, preparing her to take the biggest cock she'd ever laid eyes on.
Sam flashed a wicked grin, licking his lips, "Like what you see, Omega?"
Y/N nodded dumbly as she crawled atop Sam once more, her wet folds pressed against his firm length, pinning it between them.
"Fuck!" Sam moaned, pulling on his restraints and bucking back into Y/N. "Wanna feel you. Wanna knot you. God, wanna knot you." Sam pleaded, his eyes squeezed closed. It all seemed like it was too much, too overwhelming for him.
"I got you, Alpha," Y/N promised, lifting her hips and guiding him to her entrance. She sat up straight as she took him into the root, her hands propped on his abs as she tried to adjust. Sam shouted and bucked his hips, desperately trying to get her to move.
Once she adjusted, Y/N began to ride him in earnest. She wished she could take her time, go slow and enjoy it, savor every little piece of Sam. But he was drugged and desperate and she had to remind herself again it wasn't mating.
It's just sex.
Sam kept pleading, even used his commanding Alpha tone to try and get Y/N to release him. He so desperately wanted his hands, to hold her, feel her, move her how he wanted. But she continued to deny him. She wasn't sure how she found the strength other than the fact that she was completely enamored with his Alpha cock, riding him hard and nearing her own release.
"Alpha," she panted, eyes squeezed shut, "I'm gonna-" she was cut off by her own moan as her climax crashed over her. Her walls squeezed Sam's cock hard, pulsing and milking his shaft.
He growled, his hands balled into fists as he tugged hard against his restraints. In an instant, the ropes binding his hands snapped. Y/N only had a moment to comprehend what had just happened as Sam's hands could finally get a hold of her.
One hand on her ass to hold her steady, the other bunching in her hair, Sam began pounding up into her at a relentless pace, holding her to take what he wanted to give.
Y/N screamed, too filled with pleasure - and a hint of pain - to really form a cohesive thought.
Sam couldn't even speak, too far gone on his need. He had to knot her. It's something he thought about constantly. His cock inside her, his knot locking them together, holding his seed deep inside where it belonged.
She suddenly came once more, clamping down hard on his shaft. Sam roared, his knot popping and locking them together. Without a thought, he sank his teeth deep into her throat, marking her forever as his.
They both passed out almost instantly, still locked together, Y/N draped across Sam's body, her blood still staining his lips.
Y/N woke first, her body aching as she looked down at a still sleeping Sam. His knot had gone down, so she carefully removed herself from Sam and the bed, making sure not to wake him. She didn't know if he would still be in primal Alpha mode or not.
Hastily dressing, she made her way into the main living area of the cabin, finding Dean nursing a drink on the couch. His eyes flashed to her, scanning her head to toe, his expression changing to concern as he rose from the couch.
"You okay?" he asked.
"He broke the ropes," she whispered, unable to hold his gaze. He could see the claim at her neck.
"Are you okay?" he asked again.
"I don't know," she admitted, her body shaking slightly, "I feel like I need to run away."
"Okay, well let's not do that," Dean chided, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and guiding her to sit next to him on the couch, passing her his half-full glass of whiskey.
She downed it in one go with a hiss, silently shaking it at him for a refill. He chuckled, filling it for her and watching as she nursed it this time.
"He claimed me," Y/N uttered to the void, the mere thought of it just really starting to sink in.
"Hey," Dean nudged her, "I was hoping that coming up here would get you two together somehow," he admitted sheepishly, feeling awful with how things turned out. "I know Sam wanted to claim you, for the longest time. He's gonna be so heartbroken over how it happened, but he's not gonna regret the claim, Y/N."
She wanted to be pissed at Dean's attempt to interfere. She wanted to protest what he was saying because that's what she always did in her mind. Find a reason or excuse to not be with him. But somehow, he said just what she needed to hear to calm her nerves.
At least until a groggy and confused Sam shuffled out to the main area, looking between the two sat on the couch.
"Hey, Sam," Dean cautiously rose from the couch and approached his brother like a wounded animal, only confusing Sam further.
"What the hell happened?" Sam croaked out. "I woke up with a massive headache, feet tied to the bed, dick hanging out," Sam huffed out annoyed. "Look at my fucking wrists!" He added with a panicked roar.
Dean cursed to himself once again, guiding Sam to the now-empty couch. Apparently, Y/N has slithered away during the distraction. He only hoped she wasn't going to actually run. No one needed a newly mated Alpha freaking out trying to find his missing mate.
Dean grabbed a first aid kit and took a seat on the small table in front of the couch, looking over Sam's wrists. They were chafed and raw, with dried blood in some spots. He set to work treating and wrapping the wounds as best he could.
"What do you remember from last night?" Dean asked carefully, finishing the job at hand and settling back to focus on Sam.
"I remember going to the bar," Sam admitted, struggling to process his thoughts. "Then-" Sam tried to find any recollection, coming up completely blank. All he could think was Y/N's name, which wasn't helping any.
Taking in a long, deep breath, Dean proceeded to explain to Sam the events of the previous night, leading up to Sam's appearance that morning. Then he fell silent as he watched Sam carefully, not really sure what sort of response he was gonna get but ready to handle whatever came.
It took longer than he would have liked for the information to really settle in his mind. Once it did, Sam was horrified. Not because he didn't want it, but because of how it went down and that he thinks she didn't want it.
"Does she hate me?" Sam finally spoke, swallowing hard.
Dean scoffed, rising to his feet and pacing, "You two are the biggest fucking idiots, I swear!" He shouted, tugging on his own hair, "You're saying the same things, you know? You both think the other doesn't want it but you do."
"Dean, you don't understand-"
"I understand," Dean growled in frustration, grabbing Sam by the arm and shoving him into the room he and Y/N shared the night before, happy to see she was huddled inside and not run away, "You're mated now. Figure it out!"
Dean slammed the door shut behind him, leaning against the wall next to it with his arms crossed. He claimed her, they were mated. There was no undoing what was done. He was tired of the tiptoeing before. Now…well, now there was just no room or excuse anymore.
Sam stood in shock as he stared at Y/N sat on the edge of the bed. The bed he woke up in. The bed he was tied to; the bed where he and Y/N… He swallowed hard, the sight of his claim on her neck causing his cock to swell without his permission. It was angry and red, he could tell he bit deep and hard. His Alpha was proud, but he was ashamed.
"Y/N, I'm so sorry," Sam began, choking back the tears forming in his eyes.
She didn't know what to say. It wasn't his fault, not really. He wasn't in control because of the rut.
"Omega." Sam whined, stumbling towards her and falling at her feet. She jumped in surprise, seeing Sam suddenly kneeling before her, his hands on the bed beside her hips.
She could see his tears did fall then, the remorse and love in his eyes almost too much to bear. As if on autopilot, she reached out a hand, cupping his cheek. Sam sobbed harder at her touch, dropping his head to her chest and wrapping his arms around her waist as he sobbed.
Her heart broke, both for Sam and her Alpha. She could feel his emotions going crazy, matching her own turmoil. But all she wanted at that moment was to ease his suffering.
"Sam," she urged, trying to lift his head, "Alpha."
Sam sniffled, raising his gaze to meet hers. She smiled warmly, cupping his cheek once more and leaning in to peck his lips sweetly.
"That's not how I wanted it to be," Sam admitted, shaking his head. "I wanted to claim you so bad, for so long. But I wanted it to be special somehow."
Her heart swelled at his admission. It was what she wanted too.
"You really don't remember anything?" she asked sadly, Sam shaking his head in response. He wished he could remember, even if it hurt. It wasn't fair she had to carry that for the both of them.
"Then we can have a do-over," she offered with a small grin, "And give us both the memory we really want."
Sam couldn't help the broad smile that split his face, his heart so full he felt like it might explode. So he dove in, kissing her as deeply as he could - though it was mostly teeth as they both smiled and laughed.
It was a long, winding road to get here, but he couldn't complain as he renewed his claim at her neck, knotting her like he always dreamed.
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Dog Dean Afternoon
Summary: The spell worked a little differently than they’d anticipated.
Pairing: Sam x Dean (as a dog)
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Bestiality
Tags: Established Wincest, weirdly fluffy start, then it all goes downhill pretty fast from there, bottom Sam, top Dean, dog!Dean, Sam has a bestiality kink, dirty talk, knotting, dead dove do not eat
Word Count: 2.8k
Bingo Squares: @samwinchesterbingo - Case Fic
A/N: Yeah… I don’t know what to tell you other than: Yes. You read the tags right. Dean turns into a dog, he fucks Sam. They’re into it. If you’re not into it that’s totally fine, just scroll on!
The spell worked a little differently than they’d anticipated.
Sam stared down at the German Shepherd currently sitting at his feet, looking up at him with open adoration and wagging his tail across the carpet eagerly. One minute he’d been looking at his laptop, reading up on some lore, and the next the chair across the table from him where his brother had been sitting was vacant and a large dog was sniffing around his feet.
“Uh… Dean?” Sam asked hesitantly, knowing he sounded ridiculous, but what other explanation could there be to a sudden disappearance of Dean and simultaneous appearance of a dog that had not been there moments before.
“Ruff!” A deep, booming bark responded, and Sam had a feeling that translated as ‘yes’.
“Can you understand me?” he asked next, and dog-Dean answered with an identical affirmative bark to his first. “Okay, well, that’s good… I guess,” Sam mused out loud, still shell-shocked by this turn of events.
There was a moment of awkward silence as Sam stared at his brother before he let out a shaky whoop of laughter.
“I gotta be honest man, I don’t know what the hell to say to this,” he ran a hand through his hair, trying to think. “I guess we just wait until it wears off, right? The spell said it only lasted like forty-eight hours or something, right?”
Dean made this sort of whiny-growl noise that Sam thought might be some kind of warning to stop laughing at the situation, but he just couldn’t help himself. The dog stood up and walked pointedly towards the motel door, jumping up to stand on its hind legs, and tried to bite the handle, jiggling the lock. Sam surreptitiously picked up his phone and snapped a couple photos.
When he didn’t manage to get the door open, Dean sat back on his haunches and barked at the offending object, then swivelled his head to look at Sam, then back to the door, then barked again.
“What do you want?” Sam asked in a slightly babying voice, the way you would talk to a child who wasn’t great at communicating their needs yet. Or, you know, a dog.
Dean barked again, baring his teeth this time to illustrate his displeasure with Sam’s tone. He scratched at the door and when that only engendered more laughter from Sam, he trotted over to the man, ducked his head, and bit firmly at his brother’s ankle, causing Sam to jump up in alarm.
“Ow! What the hell was that for?” he griped, trying to bat the dog away, but Dean was insistently butting his head against the back of Sam’s knees, urging him towards the door of the motel room. “Okay, okay, calm down!” he admonished Dean in exasperation, reaching for the Impala keys. “I was just messin’ with you, c’mon, let’s go to the pound and see if you can understand dogs like you’re supposed to,” Sam laughed as Dean growled at him in annoyance, but the dog trotted after him obediently nonetheless.
Sam thought the visit to the dog pound went well. As soon as they’d walked inside, Dean had run off towards the kennels and the ensuing cacophony of barking was loud and lengthy. Sam took it upon himself to distract the poo volunteer that was running the shelter at the time by taking him outside and quizzing him about dog care. On the surface, this was just a stalling tactic to give Dean time to talk to all the dogs inside, but in the back of Sam’s mind, it occurred to him that if something had gone really wrong with the spell and they were stuck with Dean in German Shepherd form for longer than the prescribed length of time, he might actually need to know all the stuff that the volunteer was prattling on about.
Back at the motel, Dean ran into their room and immediately jumped up on one of the beds, walking himself in a circle and pawing at the ratty comforter until he was satisfied, then curled himself into a circle and settled down with his head tucked over his legs. Sam watched him bemusedly, wondering how much of this behaviour was basic dog instinct, and how much was his brother. It seemed pretty evenly split in his opinion.
Normally, at this time, they’d be thinking about what to get for dinner, and that presented Sam with the curious conundrum of what to feed Dean. Should he go buy dog food?
Dean growled viciously when Sam suggested the idea, so he decided to go with the Dean classic of burgers. He skipped most of the toppings his brother normally went for, simply providing him with some cooked burger patties and a side of bacon, but Dean seemed satisfied with this offering, eagerly wolfing down his own portion, sitting on a chair at the table with Sam and eating off a plate, because he had growled yet again when Sam had tied to place the dish on the floor for him.
Sam was getting quite good at interpreting ‘fuck off’ in dog language.
They couldn’t proceed with working the case until Dean changed back from dog to human form so he could actually tell Sam what he’d learned from the other dogs at the kennel. Sam had tried to get Dean to spell things out for him using a bunch of words and letters written out on index cards, but the results had been frustrating to say the least, so they’d set them aside and decided to wait out the duration of the charm.
Bedtime presented an interesting problem too – just another on the extensive list that had resulted from this whole ungodly incident. Typically, Sam and Dean would spend most nights in the same bed, unless they were pissed with each other about something. Dean clearly expected business as usual tonight despite his current form, because when Sam tucked himself under the covers, the dog jumped up on the bed right next to him and nosed his way under the comforter, shifting awkwardly onto his side and attempting to spoon his younger brother. It was sweet, really, Sam thought. Dean was actually much more eager to cuddle as a dog; if he’d been human, that whole routine would have been accompanied by grumbling and a facade of reluctance. Sam wasn’t opposed to this particular shift in behaviour.
At first.
After a few minutes of the heat ratcheting up between them, Sam shifted a little to rearrange the furry leg –arm?– that was draped over his middle causing him to sweat. Dean as a dog was even more of a furnace than usual. That’s when he felt it. It was poking at the small of his back, rather than the crack of his ass where it normally rested, but there was no mistaking it. Dean was hard, and his doggie cock was rubbing casually against Sam’s body as if this was any other night. Except Dean was a dog.
Heat began to overwhelm Sam for an entirely different reason. Unbidden, his thoughts flashed back to a case a few years ago with their friend James –a witch– and his familiar. Portia had the ability to shift between her human form and her alternate, a large German Shepherd. Dean as a German Shepherd was even larger than she had been. At the time, Sam had congratulated Dean on not stooping to the level of making a bestiality joke when James had confessed about the true nature of the relationship between him and Portia, but it had been an uncontrolable urge on Sam’s part to see what Dean would say when he mentioned the B word - because Sam’s brain had immediately gone down that road from the second he knew what the girl was. It had been Sam’s attempt at subtlety, bringing up bestiality in a way that could easily determine Dean’s feelings on the subject without revealing Sam’s own thoughts.
Because he had had a lot of thoughts. When Dean had transformed into a dog earlier that day, they had briefly flashed through Sam’s mind, but he’d pushed them aside easily in favour of the case at hand, they had work to be doing, after all. But now, when there was nothing left to do but get a good night’s sleep and wait for the spell to reverse, when Dean’s obvious erection was beginning to rut more intentionally against his back, Sam had something serious to consider.
Was he really contemplating this? Letting Dean fuck him like this? Letting a dog fuck him like this? As if he could hear exactly what was running through Sam’s mind, Dean let out a whine and tried to wrap Sam more tightly in his paws, humping against him with a pathetic, animal desperation that had Sam’s dick throbbing painfully in his boxers.
Fuck. Am I actually… yeah, Sam decided as he reached over his shoulder to run a hand through the thick shaggy fur of his brother’s coat. Yeah he was gonna do this. Who knows when else such a perfect fucking opportunity would present itself? No pun intended.
Cautiously, Samm rolled himself around so he was facing Dean, the dog’s paws still draped over his waist and thigh. He wrapped his arm under Dean and pulled him in gently, rubbing his cheek into the fur of Dean’s neck and scratching behind his ears. The dog gave an appreciative whine and bucked his hips again, and Sam took a deep breath, steeling his nerves and trying not to fly out of his skin with excitement and guilt-ridden arousal as he skimmed his right hand down the fur in Dean’s chest, over the soft, velvety skin of his belly, and down to his cock.
The dog dick was wet, practically slimy, and it should have put Sam off immediately, but with an embarrassed groan he felt his own dick twitch in his shorts, pushing out its own drops of arousal. It felt smaller than Dean did as a human, but Sam knew that would change – dogs got bigger when they fucked, the pressure of a willing home wrapped around them prompting more blood to flow to the extremity, stretching it hard and wide until… Sam gulped and whined at the thought – the knot.
God, he knew he was sick, he knew it was insane and disgusting but he didn’t fucking care anymore. He wanted this dog cock to stuff his hole and knot him like a bitch.
“Fuck, Dean,” Sam groaned, moving his hand over the wet doggie dick, pressing a finger against the leaking slit and gathering the slick on his fingertip. hesitantly, he brought it to his lips, then sucked it in, letting out a whine that nearly matched the desperate pitch of the dog’s.
Working quickly now, Sam shoved his boxers off and threw the blankets haphazardly down by their ankles so he could move more freely. Dean wriggled a little, as if unsure where to move to, so Sam made the decision for him, helping him roll a little more onto his back so his belly was facing up in the air. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from Dean’s cock, angry red and dripping wet, only about half of it poking curiously out of its soft sheath. Sam reached out, mesmerised, and ran his hand over the base that was still covered. The dog panted happily when he sped up his persistent touches, so Sam took that as a sign that Dean enjoyed being jacked off by his brother just as much as a dog as he did when he was human.
Without pausing to think too hard about the reasons this was still all a very bad idea, Sam bent over and sucked the flared tip of the dog’s dick between his lips, rolling the flesh eagerly against his tongue. It was so wrong, so unbelievably fucking wrong, and that’s exactly what had him reaching down to wrap a fist painfully around the base of his dick, because he was in serious danger of busting his load over the sheets in about two seconds.
It kind of felt like the first time Sam and Dean had ever touched each other – the taboo so hot and overwhelming they both cum quicker than teenagers losing their virginities, despite the fact they were both well into their twenties and far from virginal at the time. Apparently incest was no longer the limit of the sick and twisted shit they were willing –eager– to do to get off.
Dean’s cock was growing noticeably in Sam’s mouth, and to his astonishment, he could already feel something thick and harder forming at the base of the dog’s shaft. Fuck, if Sam wanted that knot stuck in his ass rather than his mouth, he had better get a move on. He let Dean’s cock drop from his mouth reluctantly and scrambled off the bed quickly to find their lube.
Fingering himself open had never been Sam’s favourite thing, he had always preferred Dean to do that, and his wrist cramped up funny as he bent his arm behind himself and began to stretch his opening. Partly out of laziness and partly out of curiosity of what it would feel like to be stretched open on doggie dick, he only worked two fingers inside before he gave up and dropped onto the bed on his hands and knees.
The large German Shepherd circled him, snuffling around Sam’s neck, beneath his arms, the crease of his hips - scenting his bitch before he mounted him. The tongue took Sam by surprise, and he yelped and twitched out of reach when Dean’s long tongue licked in a solid stripe from his balls up to the crack of his ass. Dean wasn’t happy that he was trying to avoid his investigation of his hole though, because he immediately followed Sam across the bed and stuck his tongue firmly back where he wanted it, which was laving enthusiastically over his brother’s freshly lubed hole.
“Fuck, Dean,” groaned again through clenched teeth. “Fuck, why does that feel so good?” Obviously he wasn’t expecting Dean to answer him, but the dog gave a sort of yip, his teeth grazing over Sam’s flesh and making the man shiver, and Sam kind of thought that might have been Dean telling him: “shut up and enjoy this, bitch.”
It seems that the appeal wore off very quickly for Dean though, because he only treated Sam to a few more rough licks before Sam felt the dog’s paws scrabbling over his back awkwardly, trying to find purchase in an unfamiliar position. He could feel Dean’s cock slipping eagerly across his back, but the dog wasn’t having much luck with aiming. It seemed like all he could manage was catching the head of his cock on the rim of Sam’s entrance before it skimmed by and Dean would whimper in frustration.
“Sh, sh, it’s okay,” Sam reached behind him to run his hand through Dean’s fur, comforting him as if this was actually a dog and not his big brother. Dean would give him shit for it later, he was sure, but the playacting was making Sam even harder, so right now he didn’t give a fuck. “Take it easy boy, lemme help,” he grunted, his hand groping behind him blindly until he felt the dog’s cock.
Sam gripped him firmly and directed the cock back towards his hole, rubbing the tip insistently over his entrance until –finally– Dean slipped inside. The groan that ripped through Sam was practically inhuman as the dog began to fuck him furiously, without any care for Sam’s comfort, just using his body to accomplish his goal – and Sam was one hundred percent okay with that. More than okay. He was being one hundred percent, completely and utterly ruined by a fucking dog cock and he fucking loved it. And the knot wasn’t even inside him yet.
He could feel Dean trying to force it inside of him, but his thrusts were becoming increasingly erratic the closer the dog got to his own finish and Sam was becoming impatient.
“C’mon boy, fuck me, fuck that knot inside me, good boy. Yeah, there you go buddy, make me fucking take it,” Sam practically growled the last words as Dean’s knot forced its way inside his hole, stretching him past the point of comfortable, but the pain and ultimate sign of submission was what did it for Sam. As Dean pumped ungodly amounts of doggie cum into his ass, Sam came untouched onto the sheets beneath him, panting just as heavily as the dog now locked with him. It was just as well that Dean in dog form seemed to enjoy cuddling, because Sam wasn’t entirely sure how long they would stay knotted together.
However long it turned out to be, he had a feeling it wouldn’t feel like long enough when Dean pulled out and left him empty again.
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Unexpected Love
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Summary: Sam took you out to help you relax. Feelings are admitted.
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader
Squares filled: Roommates for @samwinchesterbingo // Ice Skating for @spnchristmasbingo // Hand Holding for @supernatural-jackles Tell Me A Story Bingo //
Warnings: Best Friends to Lovers, ice skating date, holidays, hand holding, fluff
Word Count: 506
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The city was already looking as if it was Christmas but still, there were a few weeks left before it.
You loved the holiday setting with all the Christmas trees around the city and the lights, every single decoration that each shop and house pulled up. It was like every year they had even more than the year before. But if there was something you hated, it was the stress these dates brought. Working as a shop manager in a mall was chaotic. No matter if it was Christmas day or three weeks before, it looked like it was the end of the world.
Sam wanted to do something to help you relax from all the stress you were going through because of the holidays coming soon. You knew he was doing his best, cooking the meals, cleaning the apartment you shared, and getting the grocery shopping done, he did most of the stuff you struggled the most to do.
"Let's go to the ice-skating rink" he suggested one morning over breakfast
"I don't know Sammy; I've got too many things to do" you reminded him
"Please honey, you've been overworking yourself lately. Just a few hours" he pleaded and you nodded, he was right.
That same afternoon, Sam and you were at the rink, once you got the skates on, you two entered being careful of the other people around.
You were a bit afraid; it’s been ages since the last time you went to a rink. You were feeling uneasy, fearful of falling and hurting yourself or others. Sam noticed it, so he grabbed your hand and squeezed it, assuring you he would take care of you. You smiled at his gesture and leaned into him.
You were getting pretty tired but you were enjoying his company, you two were still holding hands and you were hugging his arm. You didn't want this day to end.
One moment Sam took you to one of the sides of the rink and faced you. He was looking at you as if he wanted to say something but was afraid of saying it. He was doing his nervous smile, the one you loved the most because his dimples were more visible. You squeezed his hand the same way he did before.
"Can I kiss you?" He asked and you nodded. He put his hand on your cheek and leaned in, you were slightly smiling. His lips were soft and a bit chapped because of the cold. It didn't last long, but it was full of love and care.
"Let's go back home," you said, pecking his lips and adding "where I can kiss you better and don't freeze my ass while trying" he laughed and kissed your forehead.
He took you to the entrance and helped you, taking off your skates first and then his. "Let's get you home honey," he said, kissing you again.
"I'll never get tired of this" you mumbled, he pulled you against him, "me neither babe" and pecked your lips once again.
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In Your Dreams
Characters: Sam x F!Reader, Dean, Garth
Words: 7,393
Summary: In a world where your dreams are your soulmate's memories, a call to Garth for backup changes Sam's life forever. (Soulmate AU)
Warnings: heavily implied smut, angst, the slightest allusion to ptsd, flashes of huffy!sam (is this just a thing in all my fics now??), fluff, language as always, also i was deep in my sam girl feels when i wrote this so please proceed with caution.
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It played out like a movie scene. Sam’s breath halted the minute the rusty ‘78 Ford Ranchero pulled up to the motel, frozen as he watched the passenger side door open in slow motion, making way for one black booted foot after another to step out onto the pavement. Attached to them was the most beautiful pair of legs he had ever seen, and Sam was only vaguely aware of his continuously drooping jaw as his eyes roamed up the rest of your figure, utterly and unprecedentedly thunderstruck when you flung your hair over your shoulder like a model in a goddamn shampoo commercial.
You oozed confidence, which was sexy as hell, but it was much more than that. Something deep within him startled awake, and it wasn’t just his man parts twitching with interest, though that definitely happened when you adjusted your daisy dukes and caused your top to ride up ever so subtly. God, you must’ve been the most sublime being to ever cross his path. Sam could hear Jet’s “Are You Gonna Be My Girl” playing in the background, but it was impossible to tell whether the sound was coming from the car speakers or his own head.
Either way, the music was cut short when Garth killed the engine and sauntered around his coupe with a winning smile. “Heeey brothers! I brought backup! Allow me to introduce you,” he offered excitedly, throwing a casual arm around you when he got to your side, a gesture that seemed to send Sam’s heart leaping off a cliff, “Guys, this is Y/N and Y/N, these are the Winchesters, Dean and Sam.”
Sam tried to smile but you seemed so comfortable and content beneath Garth’s touch, he really wasn’t ready for the sour taste of envy that rose inside him, filling his throat like acid reflux.
“Garth, you wily son of a bitch!” called his brother from beside him. Sam didn’t need to look over to picture the smirk of approval Dean was sporting, and the thought alone brought forth more bile, which he desperately tried to swallow down with a couple violent bobs of his Adam’s apple.
“Oh Deano,” Garth shook his tilted head as he genuinely professed, “you always say the nicest things to me.” And as he launched himself towards Dean with puppy-like fervor for a somewhat one-sided hug, Sam felt bad about the groundless feelings of resentment he’d began to harbor for the scrawny yet respectable hunter. Still, he couldn’t help but try to catch your eye during the reprieve, only to find your soft gaze fixed on Garth’s back while the slightest vestige of a smile ghosted across your divine features.
She’s taken, Sam. Soulmates most likely, with the way you’re looking at the guy, his brain augmented bitterly. Damn it, Garth really was one lucky son of a bitch.
“And don’t think you’re not getting one too, Sam!” the oblivious bastard let go of Dean and came at Sam with open arms and nothing but love, so with a forced smile and mind full of warring thoughts, the younger Winchester had no choice but to awkwardly accept.
“So did you get us rooms yet?” Garth asked when he finally pulled away, “You know I’d love to bunk with you guys but ever since Y/N’s gotten used to my snoring, we’ve kinda become a package deal, you know what I mean?”
“Oh, I sure do, buddy!” Dean exclaimed with a lewd grin, “Yours is Room 4B, but we’re right next door in 4A so try and keep that in mind when you’re uh- snoring it up, will ya?”
Having long since grown accustomed to Dean’s base brand of humor, Sam was surprised when he realized his usual reflexive eye roll had been supplanted with a deep breath and forceful clench of his teeth.
“I’ll try my best, but I can’t promise we’ll be quiet as mice through the night!” Garth’s good-natured retort felt like a twisting blade through Sam’s chest. He pulled his brows together and placed a large palm tentatively above his heart, unable to understand why the involuntary reaction felt so tangible as he watched Garth set off.
Following suit, you grabbed some luggage from the Ranchero’s cargo bed and made for your room. Sam knew he should try to stay away from you, but like a magnetic field, you pulled him in, so when he turned around to see you strutting by, Sam fumbled to help you with your duffle. But the fierce glare you shot him quickly stopped him in his tracks and he only barely managed to stay upright as he backtracked and scurried out of your way, big feet and long legs suddenly forgetting their own size.
“Woah, get it together, little bro,” Dean sniggered as soon as you were out of earshot, “You alright there, kiddo? I’ve never seen you fall so hard so fast… almost literally,” he teased, ignoring the bitch face Sam sent him in response, “Think you can make it through this hunt without jumping Garth’s girl?”
This time Sam did roll his eyes, though he left the question unanswered, feeling a bit skeptical himself.
“You think they’re soulmates?” Dean wondered aloud, turning to look off in the direction you’d gone, “Not sure how else to explain that. But either way, damn, did Fitzgerald hit a home run there!”
Sam was speechless as he stared alongside his brother, choked up on the unshakable yet impossible suspicion that you were somehow… his. But that couldn’t be, could it? Even if you weren’t with Garth, there was no way for him to know for sure. The demon blood Yellow Eyes had fed him as a baby inhibited his soulmate bond so not once could he remember dreaming of their memories, and Sam had never been more disappointed by the fact.
The case was cracked with almost no help from Sam, as his ability to focus on anything other than you proved a hopeless and desolate enterprise. Paired with the way his impetuous attempts to connect with you in any sense were harshly rebuffed by that gorgeous yet venomous get back stare of yours, and Sam was a complete mess of shaky hands and pained smiles. So when you announced you’d be retiring early for the night, claiming to want catch up on some rest before the big monster showdown the next day, Sam was both crestfallen and relieved.
“Have a good night,” Garth gave you a meaningful look that Sam couldn’t begin to decipher, a cruel reminder of the inexplicable nature of soulmate connections.
“So… what’s up with Y/N?” Dean asked whilst Sam was still gazing in vain at the door you’d left through.
“Oh, she’s uh… she’s complicated,” Garth responded slowly, nodding along to himself as an uncharacteristic expression of melancholy replaced the grin on his face, “Most people think she’s outta her mind… I mean, she’s not! …But it’s a pretty common misconception,” he shrugged in a ‘what-can-ya-do’ type of way, but the Winchesters’ frowns prompted him to continue, “She’s just… had it kinda rough, ya know? And the people around her haven’t exactly been empathetic about it all so she’s put up some walls over time and she comes off a bit strong and standoffish to most, but her heart’s in the right place and she really is a fantastic hunter so you don’t have to worry about her having your backs out there tomorrow, eh?”
Dean seemed to subscribe to this explanation, but the hunt wasn’t what Sam was worried about. Now, on top of the need to be close to you, he was also experiencing a compelling urge to hold you, understand you, and comfort you in whatever way you needed. His entire body throbbed with the desire to run to the adjoining room and kick the door in just to breathe the same air as you again, while his fingers itched to touch you – brush the hair from your eyes, caress your cheek, envelope your hand, explore other areas… Maybe in your dreams, Sam... He almost laughed at the ironic mockery of that saying, but instead pushed the corners of his mouth up as sincerely as he could before proceeding to ponder his inner dilemma with his elbows on his knees.
FIVE HOURS LATER
You awoke to your own scream, bolting upright and gasping for air. Shit. That one had been particularly bad; you’d probably made a lot of noise. Glancing over at the other bed in your room, you weren’t surprised to find Garth starfish-ing above the sheets and blissfully unconscious. That was part of why you liked the guy: he could sleep through just about anything, that and he’d never once judged you by the nightmares that plagued you since birth and reflected your soulmate’s preposterous life thus far.
Wait. As you blinked, you realized something felt different. On impulse, your eyes fluttered shut, but the flashing image of a malicious face that appeared behind your eyelids had them flying open in an instant. That was weird. You never remembered the faces from your dreams.
The names and faces always became blurry as soon as you woke up, but it’s said that once you meet and identify your soulmate, it all comes rushing back to you through a mental, movie-like recap of their life story up until that point, although exceptions to this rule weren’t unheard of, and many believed that every soulmate connection was unique.
Regardless, there was one thing you could never forget about your dreams, and that was the way they made you feel. Or was it the way your soulmate had felt? Starting from a tender young age, you’d dreamed nearly every night, so frequently they were beginning to feel like your own memories. You knew the in-depth tale of your soulmate’s existence, shared just about all of his experiences. From waiting alone in crummy motel rooms as a kid, overcome with the fear and anxiety of not knowing when or if his dad and brother would ever return from a hunt, to being physically and emotionally tortured and violated within a magical cage where time and the limits of the human body adhered to no laws, and his abuser wore a smile that could light his veins on fire, as you’d just had the pleasure of envisioning.
More often than not, your dreams were nightmares, and you’d make sounds of protest as you slept. It was why you had chosen to hit the sack early, with the hopes that their drunken hunter rowdiness might help mask your shouts. But it hadn’t been easy to walk away, harder still to fall asleep. Something had been eating at your subconscious since you got here, or rather someone. Most of the time, you avoided people at all costs, so often that it’d become instinct, but you found yourself actually wanting to be around that stupidly tall Winchester, to the point where it almost hurt to pry yourself away from him. And now that you’d recalled a face from your dream for the first time in your life, you couldn’t help but wonder…
No. Don’t get your hopes up, Y/N. There was no way. Sam was far too… normal. Besides, you’d imagined what your soulmate might look like before, and even in your wildest concoctions, he hadn’t looked that good. You’d kept your defences up until now so you weren’t about to let them drop just because you ran into a pretty boy. You really did need to stop thinking about him though, maybe grab a glass of water to soothe your sore throat.
Sam couldn’t sleep. His mind was racing as he laid atop the scratchy covers and stared at the ceiling. If the hunt went well tomorrow, you’d be riding off into the sunset in Garth’s Ranchero without so much as a ‘goodbye’. He couldn’t let that happen, not when every atom of his being was propelling him towards you, screeching at him to get his girl. But you weren’t his. You were with Garth. So why couldn’t he just respect that?
With a sigh, Sam let his eyes fall shut, squeezing them tight in a pointless effort to erase the image of you from the backs of his eyelids, but they shot wide open again when he heard your voice cry out from the next room.
Sam was up before he knew what he was doing. There was only one thing of which he was certain: you didn’t sound like you were in the midst of pleasure. You sounded like you were in pain, and that set every hair on his arm erect.
He noticed his breathing was harder than usual as well when he quietly got to his feet and crept toward the shared wall between your rooms, although he couldn’t seem to constrain it. Pressing his ear against the peeling wallpaper, he listened to your whimpers and wails crescendo until they peaked with a harrowing yell that made his heart feel as if it would burst through his ribcage. Dean grumbled in his sleep and rolled over but Sam was frozen in his spot, despite the erratic pumping of blood through his lengthy vessels.
It wasn’t until he heard the creaking of your bedsprings turn into running water in the communal dining area when Sam finally moved, drawing a deep breath and wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans. He didn’t know what to say to you, but he knew he had to try, so he made sure to let his footsteps carry sound and make himself appear as small as possible as he opened the back door and walked into the kitchenette.
You were standing by the counter, facing away from him, but before he could take another step, you’d whirled around with a gun in your hands, aimed directly at his heart.
Sam’s hands shot up before he whisper-shouted, “Whoa, whoa! Hey, it’s just me! It’s me!”
Advancing toward him without lowering your gun, you produced a flask from out of nowhere and threw its contents on Sam’s face before he could react.
He blinked the wetness away as you finally dropped your weapon, shrugging through a half-hearted apology, “Sorry, you can never be too careful on a demon case,” you explained lowly, flashing him the label that read ‘holy water’ before tucking the silver flask back into your pocket.
You took a moment to examine him, aggrieved that he somehow looked even better when he was wet. Trying to be cool about it, you crossed your arms across your chest and waited as he wiped a huge hand down his face.
The first words to come out of his sinful lips after your unceremonious attack took you by surprise, “Are you OK?”
“What?” It sounded harsher than you’d meant it and you had to remind yourself to stand down. He’d given you no reason to get combative; on the contrary, something about him just screamed… good.
“I- I heard you… it sounded like you were having a pretty bad nightmare.”
You gave him a slight nod, gulping your usual defense mechanisms back down your throat, “Oh, yeah… my soulmate has um… been through some things.” It was impossible not to huff at your own dramatic understatement.
“Right, yeah, I’m sure Garth has seen his fair share of monsters and other ordeals in his life.”
“Wh- what do you mean, Garth?” you questioned with a furrowed brow.
“Sorry, I just assumed that you guys were soulmates with the way you are and… everything,” Sam confessed with an adorable cock of his head.
You nearly laughed out loud, “Garth isn’t my soulmate. I mean, I wouldn’t be upset if he were, but we’ve exchanged dreams before and our souls definitely aren’t tied together.”
“Oh,” he heaved a sigh that seemed to emanate relief, “So the whole uh… ‘snoring’ thing is-”
“A cover. He knows I get loud during nightmares, and we room together because he has the unique ability to sleep through an entire torture sequence being played out in my head, as he just proved again tonight.” Shit. What are you doing, Y/N? Stop talking. “Oh, I should probably apologize for waking you. You can go back to bed though; I’ve gotten enough sleep for the night.”
Sam’s eyes were wide as he shook his head emphatically, “No, you didn’t wake me! I- I couldn’t sleep anyway. But please, don’t apologize for something you can’t control,” he beseeched with soft, imploring eyes that you immediately dreamed of letting yourself melt into. “Y-you said you were being tortured in your dream?”
Forcing a deep breath through your nose, you slowly conceded, “Well yeah, or at least remembering it the way my soulmate does, I guess… if he even exists.” The last four words were added sourly beneath your breath, but Sam caught them right away.
“You don’t think your soulmate exists?”
You looked up to find his eyebrows drawn together, color-changing eyes fraught with genuine concern. You weren’t sure why you were still talking to him but something about the guy made you feel safe, impelled you to open up to him, “I find it hard to believe he’s still out there functioning like a normal human being with all the shit he’s gone through... I mean, if I’ve been ostracized just for telling people about my dreams, I can’t imagine how he’s survived.”
“You’ve been ostracized because of the things your soulmate remembers?!”
The way he seemed almost offended for you buttered you up even more, “Yeah, Garth is pretty much the only friend I have left,” you admitted with a quiet, sardonic laugh.
There was pity in Sam’s eyes now, a reaction that had always irked you virtually just as much as the fear and revulsion, but it was clear that his was forged out of empathy rather than the usual disdain. And it didn’t stand alone among the emotions displayed across his face. His expression seemed to say ‘please, tell me more,’ and you did.
“I was raised in the suburbs by conservative folks who knew nothing about the supernatural… so they thought I was out of my mind the first time I told them about my dreams, took me to a soulmate bond expert and everything, tried to ‘fix’ me. When they couldn’t, they ignored me, soundproofed my bedroom walls while telling everyone I was crazy. Pretty much disowned me as soon I turned eighteen, fearing I might bring home a sociopathic serial killer one day. Word got around and people avoided me like I was a ticking time bomb. When I started hunting and finally made some friends in that community, I thought they’d be more understanding, but it turns out some things aren’t normal or acceptable even on hunter terms. So, I never really told anyone again, never tried to make friends again. Until Garth came along, that is.”
A small smile took hold of your lips, as it always did when you thought about the lanky and lovable dork, “He never judged me by my nightmares, never treated me any differently, never looked at me through a lens of apprehension.”
“Well, I’m glad you found him,” Sam said, a closed-lip smile of his own peeking through the stubble. Then, after a pregnant pause, “I don’t mean to intrude, but h-have you ever considered breaking your bond, you know, just to stop the nightmares?”
“Never.” Your response was instantaneous and adamant. “I couldn’t. If I-… He’s overcome odds of impossible proportions, suffered fates that no one should ever have to endure, despite doing nothing wrong, been blamed for things that were either completely out of his control or that he was manipulated into doing through a kind heart and good intentions-” you had to stop yourself before you got too riled up.
“You talk like you’re already in love with him,” Sam observed.
“Well, it’s hard not to be. It’s also why I stopped giving a fuck about what other people think of him. I used to try and hide it, lie about what I’d dream of, but they’d always find out. And then I realized it didn’t matter to me because I’ll always side with him, and having narrow-minded people in your life is such a chore anyway.”
“But how can you be so sure of someone you’ve never met?” There was no malice in his tone or body language, only earnest curiosity, and it made you wonder how someone so large could be so very cute.
“Because if he exists, he’s a hero.”
“Well if he’s so great, why does everyone in your life run away from the idea of him?” Sam chuckled lightly, but you thought you heard something that resembled envy within his words. Maybe people were right, maybe you really were out of your mind.
“Because he’s done things that most people can’t even begin to imagine, not even a hunter. Honestly, you probably wouldn’t believe me if I told you half the things I’ve dreamt of.”
Though you didn’t expect to be rewarded with another glimpse of those splendid dimples, you were nonetheless grateful as they seemed to fill your chest with unfathomable peace and irrefutable joy. “Try me,” he said, with a beckoning grin.
“Well, I mean for starters, he’s been through literal hell.”
Sam’s jaw suddenly hung a littler looser, but you’d encountered far more theatrical receptions.
“Yeah, he’s been dealt some real shitty cards,” you started, “Been tormented by pure evil in more than every imaginable way for longer than any conceivable human lifetime, been stripped of his bodily autonomy and rights more times than I can count, been used and manipulated by a demon since he was a literal baby, and that’s on top of losing nearly everyone he’s ever loved including both parents at a young age… But did I mention he managed to stop the fucking apocalypse?”
The surprise on his face was more palpable now, and you almost laughed at his frozen expression.
“And we haven’t even gotten to the bizarre stuff yet. Would you believe me if I told you he’s died more than once? Or that he’s met a prophet who writes books about he and his brother’s lives? Oh, he also once traveled to an alternate universe where his doppelgänger was the actor who played him on a TV show. And, there was even a period of time, about a year ago, when the dreams got all fuzzy, which I later learned was because he was-“
“Soulless.” Sam finished your sentence with such gravity, it felt like the entire earth lurched beneath your feet.
“H-how did you know th-“ But even as you spoke the words, it dawned on you: that there was a reason you’d felt drawn to him, that he was in fact the answer to everything, the person you’d been dreaming of your entire life. And in that moment, you discovered that the stories were true, because your question was both interrupted and answered by a sudden onslaught of images flashing through your head, a fast-forwarded montage of every memory you’d ever dreamed, in chronological order, with the names and faces all filled in.
You doubled over and closed your eyes as Sam’s life replayed itself in your mind, unaware that you were panting loudly and clutching at your head until his beautiful yet distraught voice faded back into the forefront.
“Hey, hey, what’s wrong? Are you OK?!”
Sam’s hand instinctively reached out for you, but when it made contact with your arm, his brain was instantly flooded with moving images of a young girl, developing rapidly into the woman standing in front of him through what must have been every momentous memory he’d been denied the privilege of seeing, forcing him to recoil and mirror your startled stance.
So when you finally reopened your eyes, it was to see Sam bent nearly in half, close-eyed and open-mouthed, while big hands grasped at the luscious mane on his head.
“Guess I should be the one asking you that,” you laughed, but the way his chest visibly rose and fell when he straightened back up made you feel breathless again, “Did you just-“
“Yeah,” he exhaled, shutting his eyes once more before blinking repeatedly, as if he could still see the images, “And I’m guessing you also-“
“Yeah,” you parroted, glancing up at Sam with an awestruck expression that unwittingly floored him with its beauty, “I can’t believe this is happening.”
The elaborate fortress you’d built around your heart and soul after an entire lifetime of facing scorn and neglect and repugnance from nearly everyone around you had effortlessly dissolved at his touch, and as you fully came to terms with the giant revelation before you, something within you gave way, letting every emotion you were feeling appear written across your face.
“You’re real?” Your whispered words sounded just as much a statement as they did a question, though in reality, they might have been a plea.
Taking a small, wary step toward him as your eyes flickered between his, your hand – with a mind of its own – slowly reached up to embrace his chiseled jaw, and your lips were incapable of resisting their joyous quirk when his light stubble tickled your palm and the skin beneath it proved warm and solid.
His long fingers wrapped around your wrist reverently, “Yeah, baby, I’m real.”
Your breath hitched at the gorgeous depth of his voice. “How are you real? And so fucking gorgeous?” you breathed, fingers dancing across his cheekbones before reveling in the silky softness of his hair, “And tall? I mean, I kinda guessed you’d be on the above average side with the way most people look up at you in your memories but jeez... You’re perfect.” Your body moved on its own accord as it traveled the short distance to anchor itself against his, wasting no time to pull him down and kiss him with every ounce of ‘you’ you could muster, to which Sam instantly and eagerly responded.
It was easily the best kiss of your life, decades worth of anticipation that balanced a delicate pendulum swaying between hope and desperation, combined with the fierce love you already felt for this impossibly perfect man poured through you until it found its release in Sam’s mouth.
He slid his fingers into the hair behind your neck, cradling the back of your head, while his other massive hand settled in the valley of your waist, pulling you snug into him until you could feel the lines of his abs. “You’re pretty damn perfect yourself. Been dreaming of this since I saw you step outta that damn car.”
“Yeah?” The single, slightly smug word was all you could articulate.
“Fuck yeah, that’s why seeing you with Garth felt like such a cruel joke, especially since I’d never had a single dream of your memories until I touched you just now, so there was no way for me to gauge anything.”
“Right, I guess I should’ve been more alert, but I figured brothers hunting together wasn’t all that uncommon. Can’t believe I couldn’t smell the co-dependency though,” you giggled but Sam shut you up with a swift kiss. “Mm, well now that you have seen some of my memories, what do you think?”
“I think you’re everything I could’ve possibly dreamt up and more.”
“Wow. I didn’t take you for the cheesy type,” you deadpanned.
“I’m just being honest.” Sam’s dimples broke through with a mirthful smile and already you knew they‘d become one of your favorite things in this world and beyond.
Biting your lip, you nodded, “OK, well in the spirit of honesty, I have to tell you that it was way more arousing to see you make those monster kills in that director’s cut in my head than to dream about it from your perspective.”
Sam’s smile turned into a smirk, “Yeah?”
You trailed your hands down his impressive torso, relishing every ridge and groove, mapping out the thick cords of his long neck, grazing the taut nipples beneath his cotton t-shirt, and lingering within the deep trenches of his V-line as you made your way down to the waistband of his jeans. Hooking your fingers into his belt loops, you tugged him toward you with a force that seemed to both surprise and excite him, if his quiet grunt and darkened pupils were any indication. “Fuck yeah,” you echoed before pushing your lips back against his.
Having waited much too long for this, you couldn’t hold back. Sam must’ve felt similarly because he pushed back just as hard, until you were forced to grip him tighter, digging your fingers into his muscled back just to hold on. His own fingers applied a similar pressure to your butt cheeks, squeezing them with a rough hunger that only spurred you on more.
But just as your tongues began to get acquainted – though it felt more like lovers reuniting after an unspeakably long and unbearable period of time – Sam somehow managed to retreat an inch from your hold, hissing through his teeth with crinkled brows and closed eyes. His chest heaved into yours a few times before he spoke, sounding about as regretful as you felt, “Wait… Maybe we shouldn’t do this. I’ve already ruined your life by being your soulmate. I can’t be good for you.”
“Sam, you do realize that our souls are literally bound together, right? And there’s nothing you could say or do that would make me stay away now that I’ve finally found you.”
“Y/N, I started the apocalypse!” Sam swore it took almost as much willpower to untangle himself from you as it had to overpower Lucifer in that godforsaken cemetery. He backed up in fear that your pull was stronger at closer distances, though he still couldn’t look at you, choosing an unfocused spot on the speckled floor to eye instead, as the shame and guilt began to cloud his mind.
“No, you thought you were saving the world!” you countered immediately, feeling the fiery mass of restrained ire you’d been carrying inside you for years blaze alight, as if with the click of a switch, “And then you did! By risking and sacrificing everything! Not to mention there were sixty-five other seals that had nothing to do with you!”
“Well how 'bout the fact that I was addicted to demon blood?” Sam’s voice grew louder. There was nothing like recounting his own sins to get him fired up. “I had a sexual relationship with a demon! Surely, you’re not OK with that?!”
With a scoff, you dismissed him, “You think people don’t have sex before they find their soulmates? I mean, yeah, it was a weird thing to dream about, but I’ve always felt what you felt, remember? So I know it started because you were desperate to save Dean and I know the weight of the grief you were feeling when you were with her. I know how you thought you were helping people by exorcising demons instead of killing their meatsuits. I know all of it. You can’t scare me off, Sam!”
While he was finding it surprisingly hard to dispute your claims, true to his Winchester genes, Sam was much too stubborn to give up. You were brilliant and beautiful and deserved so much more than anything he had to offer. “What about all the things I did when I was soulless?” he tried again.
But you had a retort on the ready for that one as well. “Sam, don’t you get it by now? That was out of your control. The same way you wouldn’t blame someone for all the things they do when they're possessed. Besides, as your soulmate, I’m not too concerned about your douchey behaviour when you were literally missing your soul.”
That seemed to shut him up, but the confliction swirling within his prismatic eyes told you he wasn’t convinced. “Look,” you sighed, “you always think you’ve got this darkness inside you, that you’re not ‘clean’… but you are.”
As you let that sink in, you smiled to yourself, “You know, you and Garth actually have that in common: you’re both good to the core. You’re clean, Sam. You’re the cleanest, purest soul I’ve ever known, but baby, you’re not normal.” Shaking your head apologetically, you resisted the temptation to kiss that disbelieving, forlorn look off his face. “I know you’ve always wanted to be but you’re anything but. I mean, you saved the fucking world, Sam! When the world has done nothing to deserve you. You suffered nearly two centuries of torture by the devil himself to save it, and not only did you never get any acclaim, but the whole thing has left you racked with wrongful blame and unreasonable guilt!? And I know you don’t think you do, but baby you have every goddamn right to be mad, to be furious.”
Your soulmate’s ridiculously puppy-like gaze almost had you leaping to wrap him up in your arms, but you willed yourself to continue, “But in the end, all the bullshit crap you took didn’t make you jaded; it didn’t make you violent or vengeful or bitter. No, you turned it into love, and strength, and empathy. You still care so deeply, still carry on saving everyone you can, still manage to find hope. Fuck, Sam, you’re the only reason I kept fighting. Cause I figured if you could do it, then I had no fucking excuses. You were always my light! There’s gotta be a reason we’re soulmates. I know you never felt the bond but I-”
Sam’s lips cut yours off with a forceful kiss, the first one he’d truly initiated and my god did it feel good. So good that you weren’t even embarrassed when you let out a soft whine as he pulled away tragically soon. At least his hands were still cupping your face.
“I did. I did feel the bond,” he declared, forehead resting on yours so you could feel the truth of his words through his breath on your skin, “I knew you were mine the moment I saw you, but I tried to push it down because I thought you were with Garth and every time I tried to reach out… you shot me down with that look.”
“What look?” Your fingers found their way to his thick and vascular forearms for it seemed unwise not to touch him whenever you were given the chance.
“You know, that get back stare.”
“A get back stare?” You pulled away slightly to shoot him a somewhat amused, questioning glance.
“Yeah, it was really hot but also very off-putting when you’re trying to get to know your soulmate.”
Rolling your eyes playfully, you suppressed your laugh into a smile, “Well, it’s not my fault I’ve had to learn to defend myself and my misunderstood soulmate from nearly everyone in the world. And sometimes that means playing offence,” you admitted with a shrug.
Said soulmate’s giant hands glided down your arms to take hold of your significantly smaller hands, and his eyes, teeming with resolve and vivid remorse, were fixed on you as he said, “Well, I hope you know you don’t have to anymore now that you’ve got me.”
Sam was undeniably surprised and frankly a bit hurt when you snorted a chuckle in response, “Yeah, I highly doubt that. If anything, I might become more menacing.”
Though he didn’t pull away, you could tell by his expression that you’d bruised a somewhat masculine part of his ego. Sighing at his misinterpretation, you dropped one of his hands in favor of grasping the other with both of yours, fiddling with his gorgeous fingers as you began, “Hey, just because you’re all big and strong doesn’t mean you can’t also be a victim or ever need protection. You’ve been abused, Sam. And not just by the devil and every other monster. Sometimes the worst of it came from the people in your life, and I swear to god, there were times when I wanted to rip them to pieces!”
You looked down when you felt his free hand land on yours, its thumb running gentle circles along your skin that instantly calmed you and made you aware of how tight your grip had grown around his fingers. When you lifted your gaze again, Sam’s features were alight with awe, staring at you as if he were shocked that anyone could ever love him so much. It brought you back to how adorably sweet he’d been when you first met, not even twenty-four hours ago. That humble and innocent demeanor had led you to assume he couldn’t be your soulmate, the one who’d been through hell and back.
“I still don’t understand how you seem so… well-adjusted. I mean, after everything you’ve been through and never getting a chance to properly recover from or even address all the trauma.”
He raised your conjoined hands and kissed your knuckles while smiling softly at you. “It hasn’t been all that bad… you’re making me sound way more heroic than I really am.”
“Sam, your life was a prophecy from the very beginning, but you changed it. It was your destiny to destroy the world, but instead you saved it. Do you not realize how incredible that is?” Catching the glassy look in his beautiful eyes, you hurried to change the mood. This day would undoubtedly become one of the most important in your lives and you didn’t want to commemorate it with tears, so you released his hands and wound your arms around his neck, pressing yourself against him as you lowered your voice to ask, “Or how sexy?”
Your soulmate closed his eyes and breathed you in, strong arms automatically pulling you closer, until his nose caressed your cheek, “Fuck, what did I do to deserve you?”
“Do you want me to recap the things I just said, or do you want a comprehensive list of it all? Because that might take a while and I really wanna kiss you again,” you moaned across his jaw.
“Yeah, me too,” Sam exhaled into your skin before your mouths met in a passionate exchange of love and acceptance. This time, it was completely mutual and felt like a dream come true in every sense of the saying. What’s more, kissing your soulmate felt like a big ‘fuck you’ to the rest of the world, it felt like celestial invincibility and dazzling euphoria. But most importantly, it felt like home, and you never wanted to leave.
Though he still found it hard to believe this was really happening, Sam knew he could never let you go now. He just didn’t have it in him. Kissing you felt like rapture, better than any high demon blood could grant him and infinitely more satisfying. There was a healing component as well, as if the simple touch of your lips could cleanse him of his wrongdoings and wipe away his self-contempt. All his life, he questioned what it was he’d fought so hard for, and this was it, right here in his arms.
Even within his boggled mind, one thought rang consistently clear: that you and this bond you shared must be cherished. So Sam kept the kisses slow, deep, and sensual as he backed you up into the wall, pressing a large hand against it to temper your blow. Wet and wanton slurping sounds filled the room, interspersed with muffled moans and shortened breaths. His soft lips and talented tongue wouldn’t release you until his lungs were begging for air, forcing him to pant into your mouth as he gazed down at you with unrestrained wonder.
You stared up at him with an equivalent expression as you caught your breath, that stunning, miniscule trace of a smile he’d first seen you giving Garth, now pointed at him and loaded with a whole other level of fondness.
Wordless communication must’ve been a part of your soulmate connection for the two of you seemed to know exactly how to move together, where to touch, and how to feel, like you’d been doing this since the beginning of time. Sam believed every nerve in his body sparked to life as you hooked a leg behind his knee and pulled him close, so close that each bulging curve of him pressed seamlessly into each gorgeous nook of you.
The loudest harmony of moans yet pierced the air and reverberated through him, and Sam knew right away that he would spend lifetimes chasing that sound. He felt himself respond in ways he never knew possible as your lips moved from his jaw to his collar bone, and your delicate little hands roamed eagerly across his shoulders and back.
“Mmm, it makes sense that you’re so big though,” you mused into his heated skin.
“Oh yeah, why’s that?” Sam couldn’t hide the smirk in his voice.
“How else would you fit all that bravery-“ you paused to plant a kiss on his upper chest and continued to work your way up his neck after every subsequent word, “compassion… strength… forgiveness… devotion… and love?” This time his lips met yours in a tender kiss. “Not to mention brains.”
Sam was dizzy with joy. He had never felt so loved, so understood, or so appreciated. “You know, I’m starting to think we were made for each other?” Your smile stretched so big against his own, he wanted to drown in this moment forever. “And you know you’re incredible too, right?” Brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, he chuckled at your suddenly bashful disposition, such a stark contrast to all those glares you’d sent him throughout the day. “Baby, you’re so strong. I mean, at least I almost always had Dean. You were alone practically all your life, thrust into this world you knew nothing about, with no one to teach you or guide you, and yet... Garth tells me you’re one hell of a hunter. And even if I hadn't seen those badass memories, just with the way you pulled that gun and holy water on me earlier, I’d be very inclined to believe him,” Sam joked.
It earned him a subtle roll of your beautiful eyes and a loving peck. “Well that’s not exactly true because I did kind of have someone to teach me… in my dreams. You might even say I learned from the best,” you whispered seductively whilst leaning up on your toes to run your nose across his cheekbone and your fingers through his hair.
Closing his eyes at the feeling of your gentle nails along his scalp, Sam released a content sigh as his hands found their way to your hips, squeezing lightly. “You know, you’re probably gonna get even more shit from all those people for actually being with me?”
“Screw all of them. They don’t understand that my soulmate isn’t just the boy with demon blood; he’s the man who saved the fucking world.” Your words were a low growl in his ear, and he just about jumped when he felt you rubbing up against his crotch to emphasize them.
“Oh fuck! Ungh, you really know how to talk me up, you know that?”
“We’ll see about that,” you answered with a wink.
And that was why when daylight rolled around, bringing with it a chipper Dean and the scent of bacon, both were greeted with the sight of Sam half seated on the table against the wall with you stood before him, chests nearly melded together and legs intermingled, both topless and groaning the other’s name.
“Oh, come on!”
The wafting aroma of breakfast had done nothing to alert you of Dean’s presence and you gave a little yelp at the abrupt outburst while Sam’s bulky arms hastily wrapped themselves more securely around your back, pressing you tighter to his chest in an attempt to hide yours. You huffed a laugh and nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck and Sam couldn’t help but smile at how right it felt to hold you in his arms, in spite of the awkward circumstances and pending conversation.
Before he could answer his brother, however, Garth walked in, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he peered up at the unfolding scene. “What’d I miss?”
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Shower With Me
Pairing: Sam Winchester/Castiel
Written for: @samwinchesterbingo
Square filled: Sam/Castiel
Word Count: 2,025
Warnings: light angst, mentions of blood, fluff, mentions of Sam's relationships
Summary: Sam just wanted to get the blood off of his skin. Look where that got him
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The door behind Dean fell shut with suggestive thunk, leaving Sam and Cas alone in the hallway. Sam didn’t know that doors could sound suggestive. Or that was just him knowing exactly what kind of face his older brother was currently pulling. Not that this was particularly important right now.
Important was to get the drying blood off of his skin. It was starting to itch in all the uncomfortable places and Sam was getting desperate for some sleep. But first, he had something more important to do. Convince his boyfriend to accompany him.
Sam threw a heavy arm around the angel, going for casual on the first attempt. It helped that Castiel was already leaning into his bubble.
“Cas, c'mon. We gotta shower."
One of his infamous head tilts (that had gotten less and less over time. Sam was both proud and irritably sad about this) was the first reaction. Directly followed by Cas’ eyebrows furrowing in a you-humans-confuse-me-way. "I don't require to-"
Sam swallowed the groan; it wasn't really directed at Cas anyway. More the act of discussing. Unlike his brother though, he knew how to vocalize at least some of his feelings. Namely the one responsible for wanting to not shower alone. Sam - in true Winchester style - refused to either lable or even look too closely at this urge. Dean would be so proud.
"I know. Feels nice to have somebody there though."
A soft 'oh' was all the answer he got. It really was nothing more than an exhale, the expression accompanying it being lost on Sam as he had already turned for the bathroom. His flannel dropped to the floor, the shirt underneath followed a step later (and well, if Dean were to find it tomorrow and complain about brain bleach, well, Sam booked it under revenge from the last time Gabriel stayed over). If Sam couldn't get Cas to hurry up with words alone, maybe a little skin would help. Not that he seriously believed that he could sway Cas if he had already made up his mind but Sam was pretty sure that he appreciated the implied offer. It was the thought that counted anyway. And right now, Sam's thoughts were zeroed in on 'get Cas under hot water'.
They for sure both needed it. While Sam had gotten relatively lucky and only received a round of mud in his face and over his torso along with a nice little cut down his left forearm, Castiel’s coat had been torn up pretty badly - by the same knife that had sliced Sam’s arm. The skin underneath was mostly healed already but blood and dust were drawing nice lines all over his body as well.
So really. Water, hot, and preferably yesterday.
Finally, Sam could hear the soft clack-clack of Castiel’s shoes on the stone floor and felt a hand sliding around his waist. A breath later, the familiar weight of Cas’ warm body rested against his now naked side.
“Then let’s shower together,” the solemn rumble in which Cas had stated the words had no deal of raising any feelings in his stomach, Sam decided. The fluttery feelings thought otherwise and clung to him.
Sam silently reminded every part of his body that they both were too tired for any funny business, please and thank you, and continued undressing silently.
Only to forget what he had wanted to do when he turned and caught a glimpse of Cas unbuttoning his shirt. The soft V of skin that got revealed with every new move drew Sam in magically. None of Cas’ movements were remotely sexual - simply getting rid of clothing to be exact - and still, Sam caught himself wanting nothing more than to feel this exposed skin under his fingers, map it out until he knew it by heart. Just when the shirt dropped to the ground, Castiel raised his head, the bright blue eyes a silent question.
Right. Shower. He needed to - yes, turn the water on. That was what Sam had been meaning to do. Jesus, to think that he had mocked Dean for being whipped.
Sam all but jumped into the shower stall and promptly stumbled. While he was still cursing the universe for this to be what finally killed him, two arms caught him around the waist and held him upright.
After his brain had caught up, Sam found himself pressed against the front of a very naked Castiel. It was actually quite convenient that they weren’t facing each other right now as Sam’s face felt like you could roast a few eggs on it and have enough left over heat for some nice pancakes.
They were sleeping together frequently and one little slip had him blushing like a virgin.
He needed to get a grip on himself, Sam thought with a hint of hysteria, or at least a distraction. In order to achieve this, he turned on the water.
And cursed. Loudly. That shit was cold. And not at all a distraction as it was just pushing him closer to the angel at his back.
“Are you alright, Sam?” Cas asked, concern lacing every word. The water wasn’t hitting him yet, thanks to Sam’s body effectively blocking it for now. “Are you hurt?”
Aside from his pride? At least the water was heating up now. “No, I’m fine. C’mon, you're not even wet yet.”
And without further warning, Sam tugged Castiel under the stream, his hands firmly planted on Cas' hips.
He got rewarded by a surprised sound in the back of Cas’ throat that sounded suspiciously - for lack of better words - like a whimper. It took just about all of Sam’s self control not to kiss it right off of these soft lips. And then he remembered that there actually was no reason to stop himself.
So Sam tipped his head down and stole a kiss. Castiel’s baffled face was enough to have him crack up.
“What was that for?” Cas asked curiously, their faces still close.
Water was running down both of their bodies by now, plastering their hair to their heads in ridiculous shapes and cutting through the dirt. Sam reached up and pushed some of the black mop of hair behind Cas’ ear in a soft motion and let his hand linger on the stubbly cheek. “For being here.”
“But you asked me to?” Cas said confused. As if he didn’t think it was an option to do anything else than following Sam’s requests.
It hit Sam just then that this was exactly how Castiel felt. And this realization felt like a punch in the gut.
To hide his uneasiness, Sam pulled until Cas was pressed flush against his chest, tugged his head into the angel’s shoulder and let the water pour down on them. For a long moment, Castiel didn’t move, confusion most likely written all over his face. Then, one of his hands came up and started brushing through Sam’s hair softly and untangling tiny knots. It was oddly comforting and eased the initial panic that had flooded his system after his little epiphany.
“Is there something wrong with that?” Cas eventually inquired, his voice perfectly calm.
His tone was no different from the times when they were discussing the mechanics of Sam’s laptop. Not a potentially huge problem in what Sam thought to be his first healthy relationship since Jess. He pulled in a last shuddering breath before extracting himself from their embrace.
“Quite a lot actually.” Sam rubbed his face. Was he really having this conversation sopping wet in a shower stall? Better than in a vampire nest, he presumed. “Look, Cas. You don’t have to do anything just because I asked you to. You can say no.”
Now Cas was looking at him with furrowed eyebrows again, his eyes darkening. Sam was preparing himself for a very painful discussion when he felt Cas pull away. And got swatted over the head.
The sheer ridiculousness of an angel of the Lord having just hit him without causing actual damage was more than enough to throw Sam a little off course. That was why it took him another few seconds to actually place Castiel's expression. It was neither hurt nor confusion. It was indignation.
“Samuel, do you think so low of me?” If Sam hadn’t been feeling like smiting might be in his near future he would actually find the little huff which had followed the words quite adorable. “I am perfectly capable of making my own decisions. One of them was following you to the shower not only because you asked me but because I wanted to. You won’t ever be able to convince me to work against my wishes by simply asking for it, that I can assure you.”
The urge to melt into a little Sam-puddle and flow down the drain was overwhelming. Of course he didn’t think of Cas as a mindless being. But sometimes - especially when he looked at him like that - it was hard to distinguish where Cas’ fierce loyalty morphed into something neither of them was comfortable with.
And yeah, Sam was not exactly known for a good track record when it came to the outcome of his relationships. So excuse him if he got a little cautious here and there. Especially with Castiel. Sam wasn't sure how he would ever be okay if he found out that their relationship was built up on yet another set of delusions that destroyed everyone involved.
But Cas’ hands had found their way back to his shoulders where they were a grounding weight despite the fire in his eyes. The touch alone was almost as reassuring as his words. Sam nodded after considering his words.
“You’re right and I’m sorry. I know this, I do,” Sam sagged into Castiel’s frame, water running into his eyes and blurring his sight, “but I worry sometimes, y’know? That we push you too hard or you don’t want to speak up or whatever.”
“Sam.” The indignation was still there but it was being overshadowed by warm fondness. He wasn’t sure how he earned that one but he was willing to accept it. Especially with Cas still holding onto him. “You don’t need to worry. I have millenia of experience with pushing from every direction and I can assure you that your kind is quite different. Still, you worry for me, for my well being, mental or physical. This is why it is worth fighting for this world, this is why I love you.”
Technically speaking, Cas could mean humanity as a whole with his statement. But his hands were on Sam’s shoulder blades and his face was mere inches from his and his eyes were full of so much it almost made Sam turn away. Luckily though he had a slightly higher tolerance level for feelings-conversations than his brother so he was not only able to hold his gaze but croak out the words. “I love you too, Cas.”
A slow smile spread over Castiel’s face at that and he reached up to cup Sam’s cheek. “I know you do.”
The laugh that jumped out of Sam startled both of them. He just felt so damn relieved. Like something he hadn’t known he had been carrying with him the whole time had been lifted from his shoulders unexpectedly. Cas' smile was almost blinding when he turned his head to press his lips against Sam's and caught the next round of laughter with his own mouth.
“Can we start with the cleaning up now? I’d much rather make use of the bed than keep getting water in my eyes,” Cas said and stared at the shower head like it had committed a crime against humanity. Or, more accurately, mildly annoyed him.
Sam chuckled again and dropped a kiss on the shoulder that he was closer to. Then, he messed up Cas’ ruined hair, earning himself another pointed glare (it was a pout. But Sam feared that if he started thinking of a pouting Cas now, he would never stop again). “Hand over the shampoo then and let me show you why I dragged you here in the first place.”
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Are you dating my mom?
Pairing : Alpha!Sam x Beta!OFC (but not really), Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader
Word count : 2,116
Header made by : @sorenmarie87
Written for : @samwinchesterbingo & @spnabobingo
Sam Bingo Square : Escort!Sam
A/B/O Bingo Square : Alpha for hire.
Warnings : Divorce talked about, Vindictive Ex wife, crush, escort.
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“I can’t believe you’re going.” you groaned as your mother continued to apply her makeup. “You know dad’s going to be there, right? With Selene.”
“That’s exactly why I’m going.” You rolled your eyes at her for being so childish about this. When your parents had divorced, your mother took you and half of everything, including the company he’d built while married to her. “I will not let that omega bitch push me out of my own social circle.” she snapped.
“She isn’t pushing you out of anything, mom.”
“She pushed me out of my home.”
“No, dad did. And you bought a bigger one to spite him.” You gestured around you. “You don’t even have a date.”
“I do.” she smiled into the mirror. “A hot alpha. Young too, younger than his new wife.”
“That’s.. That’s not something to be proud of, mom. It’s creepy.” you winced and left the room.
You were down in the kitchen getting a drink when you heard the doorbell ring. Thinking it was the pizza you ordered, you grabbed your wallet and headed for the door. It wasn’t your pizza. In fact, it was the last person you ever expected to see on your doorstep and he was wearing a tux.
“Hey, uh, I’m here to pick up-”
“I’m coming!” Your mom came flying down the stairs behind you as you stood there, still stunned. The guy you’d been crushing on from a distance was here… for your mom? “You weren’t waiting long, were you?”
“No.” he gave her a soft smile.
“Uh, what- what is happening?” you finally muttered, frown on your face as you looked between them.
“This is my date.” she grinned.
“I’m Sam.” he held out a hand to shake. “Sam Winchester.” You shook his hand, your grip loose as you were still pretty stunned.
“I know.. I’ve seen you on campus.” his hand fell from yours and his face almost paled. “Are you dating-” you gestured to your mom, but your mom was quick to start hurrying him out and to the waiting car.
“We need to get going. Don’t wait up, honey!” she called out with a grin.
“Wasn’t planning on it.” you mumbled, watching them go. As they made their way to the car, the pizza delivery guy pulled in behind them.
It was a week before you saw him again on campus. He was waiting at the coffee cart, so you hurried in behind him. “Hey.” He turned, and was stunned to find you behind him. “So, are you dating my mom, or..”
“What are you doing here?” he was looking around, as if afraid someone would hear.
“I told you, I go to school here, too. Can I get an answer? What’s with you and my mom? How do you even know her?”
“Uh-” Before he could say more, his coffee was ready and he grabbed it, handing off money and not bothering to wait for the change. “Sorry, don’t want to be late for class.” and then he was hurrying off.
You watched him hurry off and shook your head. “Is it just me or is he acting suspicious?” Realizing you said that louder than expected, you glanced at the coffee cart guy who just shrugged at you.
“I don’t know, but do you want a coffee or not?”
“Yeah.” you sighed. “Might as well.”
Three months later, another event had your mother getting all dolled up. This was the third one she’d be attending with Sam on her arm. When the doorbell rang, you ran for it. Once again, Sam was on the other side and rather than let him in, you put a hand to his chest and pushed him farther back so you could step out and shut the door.
“I’m here for-”
“I know why you’re here.” You gave him a once over, and he was once again dressed nice, this time in a black suit. Fuck, he looked good. You really couldn’t fault your mother for being interested, honestly. “But I want an answer this time. You can opt for silence all you want, but I’ll get my answers one way or another.”
Sam didn’t say anything, he simply pulled out his phone and typed for a minute before putting it back into his pocket.
“I’ve got all the time in the world, and money to waste.” you pointed out. “It’s a simple question. Are you dating my mom? Because the only time I see you is on campus or for one of these events. It doesn’t seem like you’re dating her. So what the hell is this?”
“It is what it is.” he shrugged.
“How did you meet her?”
Sam didn’t answer, and the door behind you opened. “What is going on out here?” your mother scolded as she hurried out and between you and Sam. “Why are you refusing to let him near the house?”
Your eyes narrowed at him. “You were texting her to rat me out?” Sam just gave you a shrug.
“Why are you doing this?” your mother demanded.
“I just want to know how you two met, that’s it!” You kept your eyes on him, waiting for him to answer. When he didn’t you decided to poke at a delicate mother/daughter relationship instead. “Heaven forbid I give a shit about who my mom is dating, right? Especially when you’re still in a vulnerable place, what with Selene and dad getting married. What if he’s just-”
Your mother relaxed and sighed. “Ms. Montgomery introduced us.” she relented.
“Jack and Jordan's mom?” you gave her a confused look. You had been very close with the twins before they went off to different colleges. You still talked to them from time to time. Now you looked back at Sam. Maybe he had known them at some point? Maybe a friend of the family or something?
“Yeah. Now you have your answer, we need to go or we’ll be late.” she all but dragged Sam away, and you watched them go.
Once the car was gone, you headed back inside and went right for your phone and dialed a number. “Hey, Jordan? Quick question. What do you know about Sam Winchester?”
“Who? Never heard of him.”
“Really? My mom said she met him through your mom.”
You heard a groan through the line. “Alpha?” You hummed an affirmative. “Maybe he’s one of the escorts.”
“What!?”
“Yeah, since dad died like 6 years ago, she’s had a steady rotation of young Alphas on her arm to keep up appearances, and in her bed. Some Alpha for hire service? Waste of money, honestly.” he grumbled. “Hey, if you need an alpha-”
“Good bye, Jordan.” you could hear him laughing before you hung up.
Sam was surprised when he got the booking. A weekend away? She’d never booked a weekend with him before, and she never booked him this close together. He saw her about 9 days ago for an event where he was once again flaunted in front of her ex husband. He wasn’t going to complain though, with how much she paid him for a couple of hours, a weekend with her could pay off what his scholarship didn’t cover for a whole semester.
Maybe the ex would be wherever the hell she was taking him.
He pulled into the driveway, and excited his car with a sigh, preparing himself for yet another ambush by the daughter. 9 days ago, she had smiled at him in a way that made him anxious from inside the house, but he had been lucky her mother had been ready to go and opened the door for him. He wasn’t sure he’d be that lucky this time.
Knocking on the door, he turned and glanced behind him. When he turned back, the door was open and you were smiling at him with that smile again, the one that made him nervous. “I’m here for-”
“Me.” you grinned as his brow creased with a frown. “You’re here, for me.”
“Uh-” He pulled out the paper in his pocket, checking again.
“Her account, but all me.” you smiled. “My mom’s not even here. She’s on a cruise with her friends for two weeks, left two days ago.”
Sam groaned and rolled his eyes. “What do you want?”
“A weekend away, obviously.” You turned from him and reached for your small luggage that was just inside your sitting room. Once you had it, you went back to the door. Sam moved back as you stepped out and locked the front door. “Thought you might like a weekend away from the books too. And with someone your own age, for once.” you teased, smirking up at him.
“I-”
“I’m paying you.” you reminded him, and he rolled his eyes and relented, starting for his car. You followed behind with a grin.
You had given him the map to get him from your house to the old family cabin in the mountains, and then rolled down the window as he started off. An hour later, neither of you had said a word to each other as he drove and you enjoyed the wind in your hair. But finally, you spoke.
“Why do you do it? Alpha for hire?” you glanced over at him. “Are you fucking my mom too, or just-”
“I just take her to events.” he answered, not looking over. “And I do it to pay for school. Not all of us were born with a silver spoon in our mouth.” You laughed at that, and he looked over confused. “Hey, some of us have to bust our ass-”
“I wasn’t born with a silver spoon in my mouth, Sam.” you glanced over, smile still on your face.
“I’ve seen your house.” he pointed out. “And you obviously have an idea of how much your mother's paying me.”
“You’ve seen my mothers desperate attempts to hide how much she’s hurting.” you looked away and out the window again. “When they divorced, she fought him for half of everything, even the company he’d built from the ground up while they were married. Mr. Montgomery believed in my dad and invested, it’s why we’re so close to them. My dad worked his ass off for this, and my mom took half of it to try and hurt him for leaving her for an Omega.”
“Right, your mom's a beta..” he whispered to himself. “Beta or not, dick move on his part.”
“Yep.” you looked down at your hands. “But sometimes shit just doesn't work out. You fall out of love, and meet someone else. Selene is good for him. I haven’t seen him this happy for years, but mom can’t accept that maybe this could be for the best for her, too. She’s too determined to try and hurt him, no matter the cost. I know it might look like I am, but I’m not some trust fund kid. We don’t have that kind of money, no matter what airs my mom puts on. I work for my schooling, too.”
“Really?”
You nodded. “I actually had to take a few days off for this.” you were looking out at the trees going past with a smile on your face.
“Where do you work?”
“Dad's company. Though, I don’t get paid, in a sense.” You looked over at him and he looked confused again. “Instead of getting a paycheck, he puts money into an account that pays for everything school. Tuition, books, whatever. I live with my mom so I don’t have to worry about rent or food, plus she obviously needs me.”
“Guess I pegged you wrong, huh?” he half mumbled as he glanced back through his side window before switching lanes.
“Looks like it.” you smiled. Your smile faded when you began feeling a little warm and realized there was a bead of sweat collecting on your temple. “Hey, this thing has AC, right?”
“Yeah, why, you getting hot?” he glanced over.
“Yeah. You mind?”
“No, not at all.” He began rolling up his window as you did the same, and then he reached over and hit the button for the AC and turned the dial. “Better?”
The air started to hit you as you angled the vents just right, and as the air started to cool further, you sunk back into your seat with a smile. “Yeah, thanks.”
“No problem. Let me know if you need me to pull over or something.”
When you glanced at him, he looked worried. “I should be okay now. We’ve only got about another hour anyways and then I’ll be out in the mountain air.”
“You sure?” You gave him a nod. “Alright.”
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Switched lives
Title: Switched lives
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Actress!Reader, Jared Padalecki x Huntress!Reader
Square filled for @samwinchesterbingo: RPF!Verse
Rating: Mature
Warnings: angst, relationship problems, almost smut, light somnophilia?, alternative universes
Words: 1,5k+
This is Jared’s version to this story: Switched
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JARED PADALECKI
“You know what? If you don’t want me around any longer,” you exhale sharply. It’s too painful to think that the man you love doesn’t love you back, “I could try to find that alternative universe you and Dean visited years ago. Where your name is Padalecki, and you had the guts to marry me!”
“Y/N, stop being irrational,” Sam argues with you. “I didn’t say that I want you gone. I just thought about having a break. With everything happening lately, we need a break from everything. Hunting. Fighting. Arguing.”
You snort. “Having a break means breaking up.”
“In which language?” Sam furrows his brows. You sigh as, for a smart man like Sam, he can be so stupid sometimes.
“In any language, Samuel,” you snap at him. Hurt feelings can be a bitch. You know that it was too good to be true when Sam and you finally made the next step. “Fine. Let’s have a break then. I wish I could meet that other you. Maybe he would be a nicer guy to be around.”
You storm off, almost running Dean over. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He calls after you.
“Your brother is an asshole and just broke up with me. I’ll spend the next week in my room.”
“Fuck, baby you smell so good. I can’t get enough of you.” You whine in your sleep. Sam’s big hands run up and down your thighs. You can feel his weight on top of you, and his lips nip at your neck. “I bet you want me to ruin this cunt again.”
“Sammy…” you whimper. “Please.”
“Oh…we are in that mood again,” he chuckles in your neck. “I knew the moment we met that you are a dirty girl. Fuck, I love when we roleplay.”
“Sam.”
“Say my name again, baby.” His purrs in your ear. He moves down your body, leaving open-mouthed kisses on his way. “Say it!”
“Sammy.”
“Louder.”
“Sammy!” You cry his name. Your eyes snap open, and you gasp watching Sam spread your legs to bury his face between your thighs. “Oh-fuck! What has gotten into you?”
He lifts his head to grin up at you from between your legs. “It’s my birthday and I thought about having the best breakfast I can imagine.”
“Your birthday?” You splutter. “Sam, did you hit your head? Did you forget that your birthday is in May? It’s July, you know.” You sit up to look down at Sam.
He looks a little different this morning. His hair looks shinier, and his skin looks better than yours. But the biggest difference is that you can feel his wedding band against your thigh.
“Babe, I know you are into roleplay, but it’s my birthday and I kinda feel left outside when you are talking about Sam all the time.”
“OH. FUCK. NO!” You push against his shoulders to get him off you. “You’re not Sam. But that Padalecki guy.” Looking around the room you realize, you’re not in your bedroom, nor Kansas any longer.
“Babe, did you hit your head?” Jared laughs. “The last time you called me Mr. Padalecki was when we first met.”
“Shit. Fuck.” Panic rises in your chest. The last thing you said to Sam was that you wanted to end up in the alternative universe. “What did I do?”
You slip out of the bed and flee toward the door.
“Wait. Babe. What happened? I thought we wanted to spend my birthday in bed and have fun. Did you change your mind? We can still roleplay. If you want me to be your Sammy, I’ll do it. Let me get a flannel and the fake demon knife.”
“You won’t believe me.” You turn around to look up at Jared. He looks so much like your Sam but is a completely different man. “I’m not your wife. Not in my universe. My name is Y/N, and I’m Sam’s girlfriend…or was…”
“What? I—” Jared frowns. “No one knows about the breakup yet. Only Jensen and I already go the script. I wanted to ease you into the change in the series.”
“Mr. Padalecki, I’m not your wife. Sam and I got into a fight, and I said things I didn’t mean. Now I ended up in your world and I’m afraid your wife is with my boyfriend.”
Jared looks you up and down. He dips his head and repeats your words in his mind. There is no denying, you look different from the woman he fell asleep with last night.
You’re not wearing your wedding band, nor your jewelry. There are scars on your legs and biceps he never saw before. And the anti-possession tattoo on your stomach looks real, not fake.
“You must believe me.” You hope Jared will believe you. He’s your only chance to find a way back home.
“Am I going crazy or does this story sound familiar,” he says and furrows his brows. “My wife and I are struggling too. She’s not happy lately. We said nasty things last night too. She said that Sam would be a better husband and that she wishes that it’s possible to meet him in his universe.”
“We said the same thing. Maybe even at the same time,” you hum thoughtfully. “This could be the key.”
You start pacing the room while Jared watches you. He can’t wrap his mind around the fact that you are not his wife and that the woman he loves ended up in a different universe.
“If this is a bad dream, I want to wake soon. I want my wife back,” Jared says, making you stop in your tracks. You want to say something, want to calm him but a crashing sound alerts you.
“Do you have a gun?” You whisper and point toward the door. There is a commotion outside of the bedroom, and you hope it’s a burglar, not a demon. “Salt? A demon knife maybe?”
“What? I—” Jared gapes at you. “Salt is in the kitchen.”
“Got it.” You nod. “You better hide in the closet or something.” You look Jared up and down, realizing he’s as tall as your boyfriend. “Shit. Just don’t leave this room.”
You look around the room for a weapon and huff. In lack of a weapon, you grab the lamp from the nightstand and sneak toward the door. You silently open the door, hold your breath, ready to attack whoever is outside.
“Whoa, sweetheart. It’s me!” Dean grunts. “What the fuck, Y/N!” He raises his hands. “Don’t hit me with the…” He cocks his head. “A lamp?”
“Dean! Did you find her?!” Sam jogs toward you and Dean. He laughs as you still hold the lamp above your head, not knowing if this man is Dean or not.
“Safeword, Dean,” you lift one brow.
“Candy cane,” Dean grumbles. “It’s me, Y/N. Sammy dragged me with him after bugging Rowena. She opened a portal for us to bring your doppelganger home and find you.”
“Y/N, you’re here!” Sam remembers why he came here. “I was so worried about you. How have you been?”
His features darken. He balls his hands into fists and grunts when Jared steps out of the bedroom.
He’s only wearing his boxers and Sam sees red. “YOU TOUCHED MY GIRL!”
“Sam! No!” You drop the lamp to block Sam’s path. You’ve got no other choice but to tackle him to the ground. “Fuck, you’re hard to take down.”
You sit on top of his lap and hold him down by his shoulders. “Let me hit him! He touched you.”
“Uh-not really,” you bite your tongue. If Sam gets to know his splitting image tried to go down on you, he’ll freak out. “Calm down. How did you even find me?”
“Rowena, Crowley, a lot of cursing and yelling. Sam punched faces and threatened anyone holding you hostage,” Dean sighs. “Now that we found your missing love bird, can we go back home, Sammy?”
Dean looks Jared up and down. He wrinkles his nose as he remembers the last time something like this happened. “You remember the last time this happened, right? I won’t let that Ackles douche touch my girl again.”
“She’s safe at home,” Sam argues. “Unlike my girlfriend.”
“I never felt safer,” you sass. Sam quirks a brow as you look down at him. “How was your adventure with my alternative version?”
Sam grins. He knows you are possessive and jealous. “I asked you a question, Winchester!”
“Jared? Baby!” You groan as your alternative version walks past you and Sam to throw herself at Jared. “I was so scared. They call themselves Sam and Dean. I think they’re crazy. We should call the cops.”
“And that’s our cue to get the fuck out of here, guys.” Dean jerks his head toward the hallways. “Get up and run. You can make up later…”
“Baby, I’m sorry,” Sam mumbles. He gives you his infamous puppy dog eyes, hoping you’ll forgive him.
“You’re lucky I didn’t let that Padalecki guy finish what he started. He seemed to be damn good at giving heads.”
“HE WHAT?” He growls. “If anyone touches her, it’s me. Your pussy will only feel my mouth on her.”
“Oh-I thought you wanted a break.”
“No. I want to break you…”
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The Parts You Hide
Summary: Sam hates being Dean's secret.
Characters: Bisexual!Sam x Closeted Bisexual!Dean
Warnings: Wincest (Not Related), M/M, Angst, Implied Smut
SW: Sam/Dean (@samwinchesterbingo)
DEAN BINGO: SECRETLY DATING (@spndeanbingo)
LGBTQ: Secret Relationship (@lgbtqbingo)
WC: 724
A/N: This sort of feels like a possible sequel to 'Omega In Need', but it's not because I want to take that story in a different direction. So this is a stand-alone piece.
Sam sat quietly at the end of the bed, watching as his lover redressed after their romp in the sheets. He sighed heavily. He should be used to it by now. It was the same every time for the year they had been together. He would dress. And he would leave.
"You okay, Sammy?"
The deep, gravelly voice of his lover brought his attention back into focus.
"Yeah," Sam sighed with a tight smile, turning his gaze back to his feet. Sam felt the bed dip beside him, the warmth of another person reaching out to him.
"You wanna try that again?"
"Dean-" Sam protested, feeling on the verge of tears but not about to let himself cry.
"Did I hurt you?" Dean inquired. "I know I got a little worked up, but we haven't seen each other in a while-"
"Maybe we'd see each other more if you stopped hiding me," Sam spat as he angrily rose from his seat and began pacing the room.
When Sam met Dean, he was immediately swept away by the handsome man with the stunning green eyes. Dean made him feel seen and loved and wanted. He made him feel like less of a freak. Dean was bisexual just like him, enjoying men and woman depending on the mood.
Things were different with Dean, though. The way he touched and held Sam. The way he would sometimes fuck him senseless, or sometimes be so slow and gentle Sam thought he might die from the intimacy.
But Sam quickly realized that anytime they saw each other in public, they were just friends. Even worse, Dean had a reputation for being a ladies' man, a love-em-and-leave-em type. Everyone thought he was straight and he wanted to keep it that way. It made Sam's stomach churn.
"Sam, we talked about this-"
"No, you talked and you decided, Dean."
The silence between them was thick and heavy. Dean couldn't meet Sam's eyes.
"I can't keep being your dirty little secret, Dean." Sam accused. "I'm in love with you. With all of you, even the parts you hide."
"Sam," Dean shook his head. "I can't…no one can know."
Dean's words cut him deep.
"Then maybe this should end," Sam stated in defeat, dressing quicker than he ever had before and trying to ignore the aches he usually cherished.
Dean froze at Sam's words. He didn't want it to end. But he wasn't ready for anyone to know about them. Maybe he never would be. He never expected to grow feelings for the beautiful younger man, but they snuck up on him and smacked him like a truck.
But he still couldn't let anyone know.
"Maybe I should go," Dean said as he worked his way to the door. "Give you some space."
"And that!" Sam added, pointing his finger at Dean. "You always leave. You never stay with me after you get what you came for. Is that all I am to you? A secret, dirty fuck?!"
"You know you mean more than that," Dean responded, his tone far too calm.
It wasn't the first time they'd had this argument. Dean would promise to try and Sam would let him back in. The calmness in Sam's tone told him Dean was done having to do this again and again. He wanted Sam to just accept what they had.
"Maybe you should go," Sam challenged. "If we can't be more than this…if we can't have a normal relationship…" Sam shook his head, unwilling to vocalize those thoughts completely, but it was enough for Dean to get the point.
Dean didn't want to lose Sam, but he just couldn't see how they could ever have a normal relationship. His friends and family just wouldn't understand. Everyone would look at him differently, and treat him differently. Maybe Sam just needed to cool off. They could talk about it again when he wasn't so emotional.
At the click of the door, Sam let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He'd made up his mind. When Dean inevitably showed up again, he would turn him away and end things for good. It didn't matter that he said it many times before. He meant it this time. He deserved to be more than just another part of Dean that he hid from the world.
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Rescue Me [Part 01]
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Summary: It's time to move on, to start again, to become someone again.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader (Eventually)
Prompt: Free Space for @fictional-affairs′ Make A Story Challenge
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Word Count: 1.7k
Warnings: Alternative universe, mention of abusive relationship, minor accident (not related to the abuse in the relationship), violent reaction from the partner,
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You always believed that once you finished college, your dream life would come true, but then, life decided that it was going to get even better. You met Ashton, the man of your dreams, your prince charming. Everything was perfect, everything you had ever dreamt of since you were a little girl.
Unfortunately, for you, this dream, this fairytale vanished quite rapidly, and your prince charming became the villain of your love story.
At first, it all started with complaints about your outfits, then it was about not being the devoted girlfriend and fiancée he was expecting you to be. Then it escalated to silly fights until one day, he changed the locks in your shared house, he changed the phone line number, and he started keeping you away from the outside world.
A small accident made you realize how controlled and disconnected you were.
After being released from the hospital, you called Dean, he was one of the few friends you had left from high school. You had distanced from each other but we were there whenever the other was needed.
He agreed to pick you up from the hospital without question. He was worried, and he wanted to know what happened, but he was working, so he was just able to pick you up and drop you off at home, but before leaving he left the number of the firefighter station in case you needed help.
When Ashton arrived and saw you, his smile faded and turned into anger, his eyes were boiling with rage. He started yelling and throwing things claiming that for any reason you shouldn’t have left the house. With tears flowing down your face, you tried to explain to him what had happened and for the first time, you got really scared by his reaction.
You’ve never seen him react the way he did. He screamed at you, got very violent, he broke whatever was in hand, he grabbed your injured limb and smashed it to the wall causing you more pain than when you had the accident earlier, you broke down, your body shaking in pain and fear, he punched the wall a few times missing a mere inch or two away from your face. For the first time, you were scared for your life.
He smashed a few more things on the way to the door and he left. Your legs gave out and you fell on the floor.
A few minutes later, you heard some sirens, probably your neighbor called an ambulance, it wasn’t the first time that Ashton behaved like this. Then, Dean appeared, shocked at the mess in your house, he approached you slowly and calmly, he could see the terror on your face and your body language, he didn't want to cause you any more pain or fear than you were already experiencing.
You saw Dean coming closer to you and kneeling next to you, "hey sweetheart," he whispered, "it's okay, you're safe now" he assured. He helped you get up protecting your now severely injured limb.
Dean took you to your bathroom and helped you to clean the small cuts and scrapes you had before checking your arm. "I think you need to see a doctor. Your arm seems to be worse now," you just nodded, you were so lost in your mind that you weren't processing what was going on around you.
"I'm sorry," you apologized, "hey, no, this isn't your fault" you could feel the anger Dean was holding up, he didn't want to outburst because it could do a lot worse to you.
"Let's take you to the hospital," he said, helping you out of your apartment.
While you were in the hospital, a police officer showed up and took your statement about what had happened. They promised you they were going to work on getting Ashton paid for what he did to you. They recommend you look for a safe place to move while they work on finding him. Dean agreed and thanked the officer.
"We are leaving this place and it's not open for discussion," Dean said sternly once you were back at your apartment to gather some of your belongings. "He will know I'm with you," you admitted.
"Do you trust me? He asked and you nodded, "then you're safe, you have nothing to worry about." He promised and then left your engagement ring on your kitchen table.
With everything ready, Dean and you hit the road, he never mentioned where exactly was taking you, but he was certain that Ashton was never going to find you and you were going to be safe.
You knew that Dean had a younger brother, but hadn't seen him in years, you guessed he was taking you there.
"De," you called softly and he grabbed your hand, letting you know he was listening to you, "where are we going?"
“I’m taking you to a place where you will fall in love again, and be the cool person I grew up with,” Dean replied.
“I’m not ready to fall in love again, De,” you explained and he looked at you with a knowing look. "I promised you I was going to keep you safe; I'm taking you somewhere safe," he answered, knowing he was still blaming himself for taking you back to your place.
"Are you going to stay with me?" You squeezed his hand, worried he was going to leave you there on your own. "I'm going to stay with you for some time, at least until you get better from that injury," you nodded and stopped talking, Dean kept his hand with yours, just to keep you grounded.
After driving a few more hours, you saw the welcome sign of where Dean was taking you, confirming your suspicions.
“Why Massachusetts?” you asked, “I want you to be in a place where I know you’ll be safe and in a place where Ashton can’t find you” Dean explained, “So? That doesn’t answer my question”
Dean didn’t answer you right away and decided to pull over and face you, “we… I want to put you in a place where he can’t find you. I need to know you are safe at all times” he sighed, “my brother Sammy lives there. He is a lifeguard and I can get a position as a firefighter in the meantime, we will keep you safe, I will keep you safe”
At the mention of Sam’s profession, your eyes lit up, and it piqued your interest. You graduated as a lifeguard too but you’ve never had the chance to work as one. You met Ashton before you could start working.
“That’s why I chose Cape Cod. You will have the chance to work as a lifeguard” he explained, “I appreciate the support De, but I don’t know if I’m going to be able to finally become one” you admitted sadly looking at your injured limb. “We will see when the time comes,” he said hopefully
A few hours later, Dean and you finally arrived at Cape Cod. The place was beyond stunning, it had a view that you wouldn’t mind waking up to every single day
Dean saw the little smile on your face when you saw the beach, but he knew you weren’t sure about all of this. “What is it? You don’t like it?” he teased and you chuckled
“Nah, I love it. It just….” you sighed, “I don’t have a job, I’m injured and…”
He stopped and faced you, “sweetheart, don’t worry about anything. We will figure this out. I’m here for you” you took a deep breath and nodded
The next time Dean made a full stop, was in front of a house, where a very tall, broad man with perfect long hair was outside, waiting for the two of you.
“Do you trust me?” Dean asked one more time and you nodded. He got out of the car and you started to take deep breaths just to keep yourself relaxed. He appeared on your side and opened the door, helping you out of it.
“Y/N, this is my brother, Sam,” he said introducing us. Just seeing him made you feel safe in a way, and knowing that Dean trusted him was enough for you to believe it too.
Dean grabbed your hands, gave them a little squeeze, and looked into your eyes, “sweetheart, I know this is a lot to ask, but can you stay with Sammy for a little? I need to check out our place.” You gave it a thought, you were going to deny it and ask Dean to go with him, but there was something about Sam that attracted you in a way, you didn’t know if it was the trust Dean has in his profession, or just his demeanor that made you feel safe.
You looked at Dean and nodded. “It’s going to be two hours max, I promise,” he said and then kissed your forehead.
Sam approached the car and took the few belongings you were able to grab before fleeting your house. Dean looked at you and slightly nodded, he climbed into his car and left.
“Shall we?” Sam said in a comforting tone, when you looked at him, you were expecting to see pity, but no, you saw love.
He helped you to get inside, he seemed to be such a cool guy, when he placed his hand on your back to guide you, you thought you were going to flinch, but no, the warmth feeling was very welcomed, it made you relax, it made you think that not all men were like Ashton.
You weren’t expecting to start a relationship or even think about it, but Sam was definitely different, in a very good way. You knew right now and then, after just meeting him, that you could trust him and he was not going to hurt you.
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A Hospitable Birthday
Characters: Sam x F!Reader, Dean, Castiel (mentioned)
Words: 3,055
Summary: It’s your birthday and you’re stranded at the hospital. Good thing your boyfriend’s a total dreamboat.
Warnings: 18+ almost smut?, injured!reader, mentions of surgery, language, a gross amount of fluff and cheese
A/N: this was a request from the beautiful @swiftlymoniquesblog who sadly injured her knee shortly before her birthday. i tried to include everything we talked about, hope you like it! (again, sorry it’s a day late!) happy birthday and get well soon, darling 😘
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You trace the veins of the tanned and heavy forearm slung across your waist, nuzzling your head deeper into your boyfriend’s pillow of a pec as you ponder the passing of another year. Sam’s scent and warmth envelope you in comfort while the hard lines of his body, nestled against your softer curves, provide just the right amount of support.
“Mm, morning, baby,” he grumbles into your skin, planting a sweet, wet kiss at the junction between your neck and shoulder.
“Morning, handsome.” The smile on your face is also evident in your voice as you turn to face him and press a wake-up kiss of your own upon his soft, pink lips.
It would have been a perfect start to your special day if only Sam’s giant frame wasn’t squished against the plastic rails and his feet weren’t dangling off the edge of your tiny hospital bed.
“What are you doing in my bed?”
Sam lifts his brows before pulling an expression of mock offence. “Well, that’s a first. But all you have to do is say the word,” he says, making an act of getting up to remove himself from your side.
Of course, you don’t let him get far, quick to push him back in place with a light laugh, “You know that’s not what I mean.” Glancing down at his body, so carefully entwined around yours, you motion to the general lack of space, “But you didn’t have to stay the night; there’s no way that’s comfortable.”
His chuckle warms your palm from where it’s resting above his heart, as his long, deft fingers come up to push a strand of unruly hair gently behind your ear. “’Course I did. You said your favorite way to wake up was next to me, and seeing as saving my brother’s life is what got you stuck here, I figured it was the least I could do.” The blissful adoration in his kaleidoscopic eyes would have been enough to knock you off your feet if you weren’t already lying down. “Besides,” Sam brings your hand up to his lips, puckering them tenderly against your palm before setting it back on his chest, “you’d be surprised by the conditions I could sleep well in with you in my arms.”
Though you can’t deny the slight pang of disappointment that had surfaced within you when Sam didn’t cite your birthday as the reason he’d stayed the night, he’s so freaking sweet, you really can’t fault him, just as private moments like this are so incredibly rare, you refuse to ruin the mood.
“You mean like that night in the Impala’s backseat?” you ask, slithering your torso above his in an attempt to somewhat replicate your positioning during that memorable autumn night.
Sam stills your squirming with big hands on either shoulder, though his eyes flicker down to your lips. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, baby girl.”
You pout up at him, “Well, if you slept with me because I saved Dean’s hide, what’s he gonna do to thank me?” The way your brow quirks suggestively makes Sam laugh.
“You’re trouble, you know that? And you’re lucky I love you.” His lips find the tip of your nose, lingering there as you watch him pick up his phone and swipe his thumb across the screen a few times out of the corner of your eye. “As for your question, you’re about to find out.”
Not five minutes later, Dean bursts through the door, a great big grin on his face. “Rise and shine, lovebirds! Breakfast is here!”
They help you set up your little rolling table, encumbering it with boxes upon boxes of your favorite breakfast foods, and many of Dean’s as well.
“Dean, did you get her at least one healthy thing?” Sam complains when he opens up the fourth container to find a heavily whipped creamed slice of pie.
“’Course I did,” Dean defends around a slice of bacon, “There’s oatmeal in that one.” He points at the smallest carton in front of you.
Giggling, you shut Sam up by stuffing his mouth full of your syrupy French toast and then kissing the powdered sugar off his chin.
It’s a delightful meal, but not once do they mention the occasion you’re celebrating alone in your head. Yet you can hardly blame them for forgetting. After all, your lives are hectic, and Sam and Dean aren’t exactly in the habit of celebrating birthdays anyway. Still, it’s a fairly big one and you can’t help but let that smidge of disappointment nibble away at you through the day.
You had hoped to celebrate surviving another year beside the love of your life and several close friends in the bunker, before that damned vampire hunt landed you in this bed. When one of the fanged bastards tried to sneak up behind Dean, you’d sprinted to his rescue, making swift work with your trusty machete, but tearing your meniscus in the process. The pain hadn’t been too bad or noticeable at first, with the fresh adrenaline still coursing through you, but when it came time to walk away from the dilapidated blood bath, you found yourself on wobbly legs.
Sam, ever your knight in cozy plaid, was by your side in an instant. “Woah, baby, I got you. What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” His large, strong hands had steadied you whilst his bright, perceptive eyes swept over your figure in search of any obvious injuries.
“I don’t know, I don’t think so? Just my knee feels like- ah!“ As you took an experimental step forward, your knees had terrifyingly given way, but with his cat-like reflexes, Sam was able to swing you into his arms in one smooth motion. “Hey, hey, take it easy, alright? Let’s get you home and see what’s going on with that knee.”
Monsters didn’t frighten you but with angel mojo in short supply, a dumb injury potentially benching you for the unforeseeable future seemed rather daunting, so you’d wrapped your arms around Sam’s neck and nodded wordlessly into his neck.
“Dean! Take care of the bodies! Y/N’s hurt; I’m taking her to the car,” he’d hollered over his shoulder before turning back to you. “You’re OK, baby. It’s gonna be alright.” Although Sam whispered reassuring words across your hairline, the little whimper you let loose when he accidentally jostled your knee had sparked worry in him as well.
It turns out you were both right to be scared, because after days of dealing with the pain, icing your knee and keeping it elevated in Sam’s lap, you had no choice but to seek medical attention. And now here you were, in a hospital bed recovering from the surgery you’d undergone a day before your birthday.
Dean had been all kinds of guilty, but you’d managed to pacify him with reminders that he would’ve risked the same thing for you, and hopes that when Cas returned, you’d be able to heal faster.
Regardless, the brothers had been spoiling you to no end, waiting on you hand and foot, as if you were Winchester royalty. You really shouldn’t be upset. It’s just another day in the calendar and what matters most is that you’re surrounded by the people you love, who love you back.
“Hey, babe, you look tired,” Sam’s voice brings you back, “If you wanna take a nap, Dean and I will get outta your hair for a bit.”
“No, that’s OK, I’m fine.”
“Y/N, the doctor said you need plenty of rest. We’ll be just outside, OK?” Sam insists with a loving kiss to your forehead before shepherding his brother, who’s only slightly engrossed with a rerun of Dr. Sexy playing on the little TV screen, out of your room.
Dozing off soon after, the next thing you’re aware of is your boyfriend’s belligerent whispering.
“Dean, stop. Just use your mouth! You’re gonna wake her up!”
“Already up,” you mumble, cautiously winking open one eye after the other in fear of what you may be held witness to.
“Oh, hey, sorry…” Sam sputters lamely, lustrous hair swaying around him as he dips his head from side to side and shoots you an adorably sheepish smile, the kind that makes your heart stutter with fondness.
It takes you a minute to notice the barrage of multicolored balloons sprinkled around Dean and the mess of streamers tangled in Sam’s normally capable hands, the ends of which hang haphazardly from the ceiling at odd angles and inconsistent intervals. The couple of massive helium balloons standing in the corner of your room that spell out your new age must have been the only coherent ornaments amid the scattered chaos.
“I told you we shoulda just paid them to do it!” Dean hisses quietly at Sam, as if you can’t hear him.
“Yeah, but then it wouldn’t have been as meaningful!”
You clear your throat to gather their attention, waiting until they both turn to you with apologetic grins.
“Surprise?” Dean tries with a smile that’s much too toothy, and you burst into muffled giggles.
“I’m so sorry, baby. We’ve never really done this before.” Sam’s soft, puppy dog gaze is enough to erase all your woes.
“I know,” you reply, feeling strangely choked up, “And I appreciate it even more for that. I mean, it kinda looks like a unicorn exploded in here, but I love it. It’s very Winchester. Thank you, guys.”
“Well, I mean we weren’t finished yet, so… but as long as you’re happy,” Dean affirms, his smile much more natural this time.
“I am,” you ensure them, not missing the way Sam’s shoulders drop in relief at your words. “Although I have to admit I was feeling a little disappointed when I thought you’d forgotten earlier.”
And just like that, the tension visibly returns to your boyfriend’s body while his puppy dog eyes shine toward you in full effect. “You thought I forgot? Baby, I could never- I just didn’t wanna ruin the surprise. We were supposed to have it ready by morning, but I was so worried about you last night. The doctor said the first twenty-four hours are the most critical and-“
“Hey, hey, Sammy, stop. It’s OK! I’m not mad or anything; I just wanted to be honest because we promised we’d never keep anything from each other.”
“Yeah, we did,” Sam nods through a sentimental smile, “And I’m glad you told me. I just feel bad that I ruined the first part of your birthday.” Dropping the streamers, Sam pulls a chair up to sit at your bedside, and you immediately reach for his hands.
“Alright, this is getting a bit too chick-flicky for me, so Imma head out. Sam, call me when you need the next delivery,” Dean starts for the exit, but stops himself to add in a significantly more genuine tone, “Oh and uh, happy birthday, Y/N. I’m sorry I’m the reason you’re in here, but thanks for being awesome and saving my adorable ass.”
Your smile is wide as you gently chide him, “Dean, I told you, this was no one’s fault. Just an occupational hazard. And I’ll be fine. Besides, a birthday in the hospital is hardly a price to pay for that ‘adorable’ ass.”
“Sammy, don’t you ever let this one go, huh?” Dean beams back at you as he steps over to leave a warm kiss on your temple.
“Now who’s the sappy one?”
“Shut up,” the older Winchester mumbles fondly before leaving for good.
“I really am sorry, baby,” Sam begins as soon as the door closes behind his brother, his thumb running conciliatory circles over the back of your hand.
“Don’t be. Everything’s been perfect. You’re perfect.” You use your other hand to cup his scruffy cheek, a feeling of euphoria spreading through you when he leans into your touch. “But what was Dean saying about another delivery?”
Sam chuckles, drawn toward you by the light in your eyes. “Don’t get your hopes up, baby girl,” he answers with a chaste kiss, “All your presents are still back at the bunker, cause we’re still gonna throw you that little birthday party you were planning before the hunt, but I promise you’re gonna like what Dean brings.”
“Is it cake?” You sound like a little kid, but you can’t help yourself. Much like Dean, your sweet tooth can never be appeased.
“Maybe,” Sam admits as his dimples deepen, “but I’m not gonna tell you what kind. Anyway, we’ve still got some time before he gets back. What do you wanna do until then?”
“Well, since I can’t leave this bed yet, I think just wanna cuddle with you.”
And cuddle you do, whilst watching your favorite movie on Sam’s laptop. You take turns playing with each other’s hair and you’re only interrupted once for a checkup from your doctor.
Before long, you’ve completely forgotten the discomfort in your leg, too busy squealing with excitement as Dean hauls in your favorite brand of ice cream cake in a cooler. And as you dig in, moaning at your first bite and laughing at the brotherly banter that comes with the menial task of cutting a cake, a wave of gratitude swells within your chest.
When your stomach is sated and Dean’s gone home for the night, however, an altogether different appetite blazes to life. Having your body pressed against that of a Greek god’s all day really does things to a girl.
“So, what did you think of the ca-” Sam doesn’t get to complete his question or wipe his mouth, because your lips are attacking his before he can accomplish either task.
“Delicious,” you purr into the kiss.
Sam’s enormous hands seize your head, gently pulling it away just enough so that his darkened eyes can meet your own and your mouths can carry out a conversation, “Mmf, what did I say about starting things you can’t finish?”
“Who says I can’t? I didn’t hear the doctor say anything about it.”
Your come-hither tone and kiss-swollen lips force him to take a deep breath and close his eyes as his hands run down to your shoulders. “Baby, I don’t wanna hurt you,” Sam pleads.
“You won’t. I don’t even feel any pain right now. Please, baby. I need you.”
With his eyes still shut, Sam exhales some of his inner strife, but that caring restraint, tight jaw, and rolling chest only dampen your panties more.
Tugging at the hem of his shirt, your fingers reach under, waltzing their way up the tight skin above his defined abdominal muscles. “You know, it’s my birthday?”
“Oh yeah?” Sam is already breathless, feeling his stomach clench and heartbeat hasten at your teasing touch. “Is that your birthday wish?”
“It’s more like my everyday wish, but if I say ‘yes’, will you comply?” You lay your palm flat against his bare chest – savoring the accelerated thumping beneath it even more than you had the ice cream cake – before trailing it down his scarred yet flawless torso until it covers his generous manhood through the straining denim, all whilst kissing and licking at the side of his delectable throat.
A little squeeze from your hand elicits a strangled groan from Sam, “Fuck, baby girl, I swear you’ll be the death of me.” It’s ironic because you swear that the sounds he makes and his voice like this, all husky and wrecked and even lower than usual, will surely be the death of you.
Fortunately, Sam finally relents and carefully situates himself into a more comfortable position across your bed, ever vigilant of your injured leg. You’re not quite as meticulous, yanking the buttons of his flannel open to drool over endless miles of golden skin beneath a gorgeous dusting of dark chest hair, then working impatiently at his belt.
When he’s down to his striped SAXX underwear, Sam helps rid you of your top. His appreciative gaze always does wonders for your self esteem, and you preen a little when he says, “God, how did I get so lucky?”
It’s then that you inevitably pounce on him. Sam of course catches you perfectly, but the frenzied movement must’ve twisted your bad knee for it sends a bolt of excruciating pain there. “Ow! Wait, ow ow!”
“What, what? Are you OK? Was it me?!” His hands fly off you instantly, then return to hover around your afflicted form in case you somehow need him. In fact, you can practically feel the concern radiating from his body.
“No, it wasn’t you. I think I just twisted it a bit too far. Shit, that really hurts,” you whine, unable to fight the tears that spring to your eyes.
“Fuck, I knew we shouldn’t have tried that.” Sam’s voice is full of remorse as he drags his fingers through his hair.
“It’s not your fault, baby,” you hurry to console him with a hand along his jaw, “I’m OK now. I guess I just got a bit too zealous… although it kinda is your fault for being too damn sexy.”
Sam laughs, glancing down as he bites his lip in that ridiculously cute way that’s illogically yet charmingly shy, particularly for a man of his size. “I’m sorry. I guess it’s only fair because you drive me crazy yourself.”
You lean forward, slowly this time, to take his lower lip between both of yours, “Oh yeah?”
“Mhm, how ‘bout a make out session instead, birthday girl?” The lust rebounds in his eyes and you feel the thrill building inside you once more.
Kissing Sam Winchester will always be one of your favorite things to do in this world, second only to a more full-bodied experience with the same man. “Mmm, can I still get a rain check on the birthday sex?” you request, fanning your fingers into his satiny locks.
His beautiful hands feel much more at home on your body than they do with a roll of decorative streamers. They relish every curve they can reach, leaving goosebumps in their wake, while his mouth glides over yours. Sam keeps his movements slow and incredibly tender, and his tongue lavishes yours before he responds, “I thought it was everyday sex? But yeah, you have unlimited rain checks to do whatever you please with me. How’s that for a birthday gift?”
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To the guy in 6c.
Pairing : Lawyer!Sam x Writer!Reader (ish/eventual), Dean
Word count : 4,734
Written for : @samwinchesterbingo
Square : Nudist!Sam’
Beta’d by : @iflostreturntosteverogers
Warnings : Nudity (obviously), friendly rivalry with a stranger, sexual tension with someone you've never actually met, things in the shape of genitalia, joke gifts, Dean is a typical big brother who has a good laugh.
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First meal in your new apartment. It wasn’t much, just some cheap pizza from the place a few blocks down. As you settled on the living room window sill, you took a bite and glanced around your apartment. It was pretty bare bones. Appliances were in and hooked up, but everything else was lacking still. Couch, table and chairs coming the day after tomorrow. And you reminded yourself that you’d need a bed frame eventually, but for now the mattress and box spring on the floor was fine enough.
It was a new start, a fresh start. Just what you needed. Smiling, you looked out the window. You could hear noise from the street below being only 6 floors up. And the view wasn’t that bad. The building across from you was the same height, so you had a decent view of the sky above it. You could probably get a telescope if you wanted for either the window here, or the balcony outside. And then there was the naked guy-
Wait, what?
Directly across from you, you saw a man walk across his living room, ass naked. Tearing your eyes away, you put your attention back on your pizza. He was probably fresh from the shower or something. No one just walks around naked like that, right? You chanced a glance back over and saw nothing, just his empty living room. Yeah, probably just a coincidence.
You took a bite out of your pizza and turned back towards your living room and looked around again.
“Furniture delivery.”
You were sipping on coffee near the window, out of the way, as big strong men moved furniture up your apartment building and into your place. It was early morning and to be honest, you were still pretty tired and were considering a nap once everyone was out. Movement caught your eye, and you glanced out your window.
It was him again, the naked guy in the apartment across from yours. His back was to you right now, and damn it looked strong. You froze, cup half way to your mouth, ignoring the people moving around you as you took the guy in for a moment. He wasn’t simply walking past like last time, he was just standing there, naked, in front of his window. His ass was.. Jesus, that ass. Why didn’t he close his curtains? Did he not have any? Who doesn’t have curtains?
You didn’t. Well, not yet anyways. You were going to have to fix that.
“Excuse me, ma’am?”
You turned, and jumped, having not noticed the man come up next to you. He looked from you, to across the street where you had been looking, and you felt unbelievably embarrassed. “I-I was..” how do you even try and explain this? “I wasn’t-”
“I just need you to sign this.” he thrust a clipboard at you, trying to hide the weird look he was giving you. “Last one’s coming up now.”
“Oh, right. Thank you.” you ducked your head, took the clipboard and signed.
“Mhm.” he hummed, tossing a weird look across the street, then back at you before taking the clipboard from you. He flipped up a few pages, ripped off a green slip, and handed it to you. “You have a nice day.” and with that, he walked away shaking his head.
“Yeah… you too..” you mumbled more to yourself than anything. With a sigh, you glanced back across the street to find the window empty. Lifting your mug, you drank, and turned away, thinking about curtains.
Sam stepped out of the elevator with a sigh. It had been a long day at the office and he couldn’t wait to get inside. He was loosening his tie as he made his way up the hall towards his apartment door. He was confused to find a brown box outside his door. He wasn’t expecting any deliveries. Maybe Dean had sent something?
Sam crouched down to pick up the box and frowned at the label on it as he straightened back up. “To the guy in 6C?” he read. Then he looked around. The hall was deserted, and he had no idea how long it had been sitting there. “Huh.”
Pulling out his keys, Sam unlocked his door and headed inside, dropping the box onto his couch and heading for his kitchen for a drink.
Eventually, he was focused on that box again, curious which neighbour had sent it. Maybe 6D had sent him noise canceling headphones. They did have a three week old baby that cried at night, and the poor mother kept apologizing every time she saw him, worried it was interrupting his sleep.
Or maybe it was the guy down in 4B. Sam kept finding himself with containers of baked goods, all because Dean had hopped out of the elevator one visit and followed his nose towards the smell of baked apple pie and made himself a new friend. That was possible. Maybe he’d knocked while Sam was at work and didn’t want someone to grab it before he got home so the guy put it in a box.
Curious, he put his drink down and picked up the box. It was simple enough to pull the tape off and get the box open.
He frowned into the box as he pulled out a small package. “Curtains?” He flipped it over, looking at the back, the colour, the pattern. Then he looked at his couch. “It matches? How the fuck…” he was confused. “Who the hell sent me curtains that match my damn couch…” Then something seemed to hit him. He looked towards his large living room window.
At first, he didn’t see anything unusual. Nothing different from any other day. He moved closer to it, scanning the windows of the building across from him. It couldn’t be some random off the street, he was too high up.
Directly across from him, he saw a shift in the window. Someone adjusting a curtain. Had someone moved in? He could have sworn the place was empty and had been for about a month. The longer he watched the curtain, the more he realized he was sure it was the same colour as the curtain in his hand. Then it pulled back, and he saw her.
She looked content, looking up at her curtains. Then she looked out her window, eyes scanning around until they stopped on him. The look on her face told him everything. She got embarrassed, he could see that even from across the street. He smirked at the way she jerked the curtain shut again. In fact, he laughed.
Explained how she knew what colour to get, she could likely see his couch from there. And her window mirrored his in size, so he didn’t doubt it would fit perfectly.
He glanced at the curtain still packaged neatly in his hand and considered it. He could put it up, in fact, he knew he should. He’d honestly just forgotten to get one for the living room after he moved in. Or, he could tease the girl a little bit. Judging by how she looked at him, she didn’t totally hate the view.
Yeah. Maybe he’d mess with her a bit. Besides, he needed to thank her.
You were on your way up to your apartment, hands full of bags. A bit of food, some new utensils, dish and hand towels, mostly just stuff for your kitchen and bathroom spaces. You’d been in the apartment just over a week now, and it felt liberating having more space for yourself to live and work. It was still a work in progress, but it was coming along nicely.
A soft ding sounded before the doors opened and you stepped out, digging a finger into your pocket to hook your keys and pull them out. As you stepped up to your door, your foot hit something and you glanced down. A package. You did order a few things for your ‘office space’ a couple of days ago, so you thought nothing of it. Once the door was open, you pushed the package in with your foot until you could close the door, then you stepped over it to head deeper inside to put everything down.
Once everything was down, you headed back for the box. Now that you could give it your attention, it looked a little big. You found yourself trying to remember what you ordered, then realized it could just be a bigger box than was needed. “I did order some frames..” you mused to yourself. “Could just be a ton of protection inside..”
You picked up the box and made your way towards your desk space in front of your large open living room window. It was heavy, heavier than any frames would be. What the hell was it? Putting it down to open it, you froze. That wasn’t a shipping sticker on the top, it was a note.
“To the girl in 6A?” oh no. You looked up, looked out across the street. He knew. He knew it was you and he sent something back. Oh god.
Swallowing, you grabbed a pair of scissors and cut through the tape that held the box closed. He wasn’t sending the curtains back, not in this big of a box. He also hadn’t put them up either. Was he mad? Was there something disgusting or dangerous inside this box?
Lifting the flaps, you froze, eyebrows furrowing together as you reached in and pulled out a pair of binoculars and then looked down at the box that boasted a child looking through a telescope. “What the hell..?” You put the binoculars down on your desk, and slowly pulled out the telescope box. A slip of paper fell, and you put the telescope back to pick it up. Unfolding it, you read the neatly written words that made you feel embarrassment like never before.
‘I wanted to thank you for the curtains. They match my living room decor perfectly. Maybe one day I’ll put them up, just for you.
I thought maybe you might like these items, since you enjoy the view from your window so much.
Have fun.
The guy in 6C.’
You re-read the note again, and a third time before finally tearing your eyes away from it. You looked at the two items sitting out of place on your desk, then looked across at his window once more and froze again seeing him standing there, a smile on his face and a drink in his hand. Naked as a jaybird. The cup came up in acknowledgment, and his smile grew wider.
A week went past before you finally decided if he was going to poke at that fact that you kept seeing him naked, you were going to poke back. If he wanted to be a smart ass about it, two could play at that game. The deciding factor was the asshole standing in his living room window Sunday morning waving at you when you walked through your house half asleep. You had barely woken up and headed to your kitchen to make coffee, hair a mess, thin straps of your nightgown askew, right nipple almost exposed when a movement caught your eye outside your window and there he was, naked, smiling, waving. “Asshole.” you had muttered, turning around and heading back for your bedroom officially on a mission. Fifteen minutes later, you were grabbing your keys and storming out of the house.
The items spent another week and a half sitting on your desk by the window before you finally got the nerve to actually give it to him. It wasn’t taped up yet, since you kept going back and forth on if you would actually do it or not, note not yet written either. You were supposed to be working, but whatever this was with the naked guy in 6C across the street had you distracted. You couldn’t focus, couldn’t write, you just kept looking at that box or out the window.
It was Thursday, early morning when you saw him. It wasn’t the first time you spotted him in clothes, you’d seen him getting home from work once or twice, but he somehow looked so god damn put together first thing in the morning. While you were a mess and barely functioning, he was in an expensive suit, hair neatly brushed and looking like perfection walking. You hated him. Looking at the box still on your desk, you decided today was the day.
This could go so fucking bad, but if he could dish it out, he’d better be able to take it.
This time when Sam came home to a box by his door, he smiled. He didn’t question it in the least. He’d hoped the girl across the street would answer with something. He had started to worry he scared the poor girl away. He picked up the package, unlocked the door and headed inside. ‘To the guy in 6C’.
He didn’t bother wasting time this time. He couldn’t wait to see what she thought about his last package. He flicked his lights on, dropped his briefcase on the couch and used his keys to cut through the tape before dropping them onto the couch as well. Once he saw what was inside, his lips pulled up into a smile.
There were several pairs of tweezers on top of a white prank box with big bold writing on it, and after he swept those aside, he read the box.
“For the men tired of baggy condoms.” He read with a smile. “Tiny condoms for tiny penises. Won’t slip off even the smallest of penises. Micropecker.com.” Curious if there was anything inside, he lifted it out and gave it a shake. Hearing something, he opened it and found several packs of novelty tiny condoms. His smile only got wider.
Putting the joke box down, he found the note in the brown box with the tweezers and opened it.
'If I need a telescope to enjoy the view, then you must need these. Sorry it took a while to respond, condoms that small aren’t easy to find. This weekend is on me.
Enjoy.
The girl in 6A.'
Sam’s head went back as he laughed. He had to admit, he hadn’t expected that. Especially not this soon, not with the way she ran off every time he saw her. She was funny. She could take a joke and dish one out right back. That was good. It meant she could handle him, and if it got serious, she could handle Dean and his pranks and antics.
He looked across the way and saw her standing there, watching him, beer in hand which she lifted up to him much like he had done when he sent the telescope and binoculars.
Yeah. He liked this girl.
Two weeks of nothing. You saw him move around his apartment naked, like always. You’d sometimes see him leave or come back, but he never responded, never sent anything. You found yourself disappointed. You could have sworn he had been laughing when he got the package, but maybe you had pushed it too far. Maybe he was already done with this. Maybe he was already bored with you.
So you tried to focus on your writing. You were having a hard time with your book, barely able to focus, nothing felt right. The words weren’t coming and the ones that did were all wrong. You deleted another paragraph and sighed in frustration. Maybe moving here hadn’t been the best idea. Minimizing your writing, you opened up a browser and decided to get to work on an article that was due soon. Articles and blog posts, that was how you made your money. The book sales were doing alright, but you were no JK Rowling, that’s for sure.
Writing wasn’t really what you wanted to be doing on a Saturday afternoon, but if you could get this done today, you could try focusing on your book until at least Wednesday, when your next assignment would be in.
Your fingers were flying across the keyboard when there was a knock on your door. “Just a second!” you called out, finishing up getting the words out before you lost your train of thought. Once you were done you watched the draft autosave, then you minimized your Google Docs window and got up from your desk.
You opened the door and no one was there. The halls were empty, and mostly quiet. Music seemed to be coming from somewhere down the hall, and you could hear the teenager across the hall from you had company while his mom was out. Maybe they were fucking with you.
You were about to go back in when you finally noticed the large brown box at your feet that said ‘To the girl in 6A.’ and a big red ‘FRAGILE’ written across the top. You smiled, picking it up and wondered what was inside.
Once you were back in your apartment, you took the box to your desk in front of the window. You looked down at the street first, wondering if you’d see him dashing back across to his side, but you didn’t, so you focused back on the box, excited to see what he’d gifted you with this time. You cut through the tape with scissors like last time, pulled back the flaps and started digging through the bubble wrap and paper that filled the box to protect whatever was inside.
You found the note first this time. There was a layer each of paper and bubble wrap between his hand written note and whatever he was sending you. He wanted this read first, so you obliged by unfolding it. The gift could wait a bit longer.
‘Thank you so much for the gift. I made sure to put them to great use and had a marvelous weekend. How did you know I needed more?
No matter.
I noticed you spend a lot of time at the desk in front of your window. It must be a lovely spot to work at. I thought as a thank you, I would gift you something to help decorate your new home. I hope you like it.
The guy in 6C.’
“To decorate my home?” you put the note down and peeled away the last layers hiding the item from you. “A lamp? Why does it look like it has an ass?” you were confused as you pulled it out and turned it around. That’s when you noticed it. “No.. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me..” You looked from the lamp, to across the street, and there he was. He was watching you from his window, smiling as he pulled off the plaid button up shirt he was wearing and revealed his bare chest underneath. His hand then came up in a wave and you looked down at the lamp in your hand.
The lamp in the shape of a man with his hands on his hips, and the switch was a tiny penis.
“Asshole.” you mumbled to yourself with a shake of your head and a smirk. You immediately put the lamp down on the corner of your desk and opened up google as you sat. “This means war.”
It was about three weeks of quiet after he delivered the package across the street, when Sam stepped out of the elevator and found his brother waiting by his door. “Dean? What are you doing here?”
“What? Can’t a guy visit his baby brother once in a while?”
“Not a baby, Dean.” Sam answered, pulling out his keys. “Just wondering why’d you drive out here on a Friday night. You staying?”
“Thinking about it.” Dean answered as Sam put his key into the lock. “By the way, you’ve got a package.”
“I do?” As he opened the door he glanced back to Dean who was holding a small brown box.
“Yeah. just says ‘To the guy in 6C’. What’s that all about?”
“Smaller than I expected.” Sam was grinning as they stepped into the apartment and it made Dean more confused.
“What’s going on, Sammy?”
“You want a beer?” Sam asked, ignoring his brother's question and headed to his bedroom to drop his stuff and get out of his suit jacket.
“Of course I want a beer.” Dean answered, shutting the door behind him and walking into the living room. “I also want to know what the fuck is in this box. I’m opening it.” Sam didn’t object as he left his room and headed for the kitchen, so Dean ripped off the tape and opened the box.
Sam was opening the beers when he heard his brother bark out a laugh. “Sammy!?”
“Coming.” Sam joined his brother, but when Dean made no move to free his hands to take the beer, Sam put them on the coffee table. Dean was laughing hysterically, probably hadn’t even noticed Sam had joined him yet. “You actually opened my package?”
“Oh Jesus fuck, this is… this is fucking hilarious. What did you send this girl?”
“Why, what did I get back?” He took the note from his brother and read it.
“It’s fucking hilarious.” Dean was laughing.
‘I wanted to thank you for your expert opinion in interior decorating. The lamp you sent me now sits prominently on my work desk, so everyone who enters my apartment may marvel in its splendor.
And now that I’ve been graced with a visual representation of it’s true size, I can understand why I’ve never seen a woman at your apartment. It must be hard to pleasure a woman with something so small. Fear not, I have decided to help you. This gift will help you practice so you may grasp the very basics of working a clit.
You’re welcome.
The girl in 6A.’
When he looked up from the note, Dean was holding up a light switch cover that looked hand crafted into the shape of a vulva. Dean was clutching at his sides as he laughed. “It’s a pussy!” Dean practically screeched through his laughter. “A fucking pussy switch, I’m fucking dying.”
Sam couldn’t help but laugh too as he took it from his brother. There was pubic hair painted on the top, the labia stuck out. When his light was on, the switch would be like the clit, and when it was off it would be pointed down towards what would be the vagina opening. He had to admit, it was well crafted. He wondered if you made it or bought it off something like Esty.
“Seriously, Sammy.” Dean was wiping the tears from his eyes. “Who the fuck is 6C and what did you do to the poor girl to get this back? What kind of lamp did you send her?”
Sam looked out the window and smiled when he saw you watching him. “I got her a lamp where the switch is a tiny erect dick.” Dean started laughing all over again.
“Oh man. What’s this girl's name? She new in the building?”
“She doesn’t live in my building, and I don’t know her name.”
Dean’s laughter died and now he was confused until he noticed where he brother was looking. He looked out the window as well, and quickly noticed the girl across the street watching them before ducking away and out of sight in a hurry. “That her?” Sam nodded but didn’t say a word. “So you’re just sending random packages to the girl you don’t know across the street?”
“Yep. All started when she sent me curtains.”
“Curtains?” It took Dean a moment. “You’re still walking around ass naked all the time?”
“It’s my house, Dean.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “How did it go from curtains to this?” he flicked the light switch cover in his brother’s hands.
“I thanked her for the curtains with binoculars and a telescope.” Sam smiled. “And she hit me back hard.”
You didn’t expect him to have company. He never had company. You had been worried when the other person opened the package and not him. The guy seemed to enjoy it, he was laughing pretty hard, but maybe 6C would be embarrassed now and be angry about it.
It wasn’t your fault. How the hell were you supposed to know he’d suddenly have company?
“I went too far, didn’t I?” you groaned, burying your face deeper into your pillow. You’d been hidden away in your room for the past 15 minutes.
Suddenly there was a knock at your door. With a sigh you got out of bed and made your way to the door with a sullen frown. Whoever was at the door, you didn’t really want to deal with them. You were praying you’d open the door and find an amazon box sitting there.
No such luck.
You opened the door to find a pretty good looking guy standing there smiling at you. “Uh.. hi?”
“So you’re 6A, huh?”
Recognition hit. It was the guy. Not the naked guy, but the one who had opened the package and laughed. “Who are you?”
“Dean.” He held out his hand, but when you didn’t shake it, he just pulled it back. “Sammy’s older brother.”
“Sammy?”
“Yeah, well, Samuel, though he prefers Sam.” Dean informed walking past you and into your home uninvited.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know-”
“Sam.” He pointed out your living room window and you looked across and saw naked guy, though not currently naked, standing there with a scowl on his face. “Oh, I think someone is pissed I came to see his girlfriend.” Dean laughed. “Wave to Sammy, sweetheart.” Dean waved and you gave an awkward wave at his insistence. “So what’s your name, 6A?”
“Uh.. Y/N. And I’m not-”
“Not yet.” Dean turned from the window and put his hands in his pocket. “But I think it’s coming. Haven’t seen Sammy smiling like that in a long time.” Your eyes shifted from him to the window again, and the man across the street glaring. “He really did send you a lamp with a dick switch.” Dean laughed again, and when you looked at him, his back was to you and he was flicking your lamp on and off. “You got to admit, he put a lot of effort into teasing someone he doesn’t even know.” Dean turned to you again and leaned his ass on your desk. “You both did from what I saw.”
“Yeah.. I guess we kind of did..”
“Given that you’ve already seen him naked and you’re still doing this back and forth, there’s at least some kind of attraction.”
“He does have a nice ass..” you mumbled under your breath, not expecting him to hear.
Dean’s smile grew wider. “So how about you join him for dinner tonight?” Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. Dinner? With the naked guy? “I think I’ll be sticking around town for a few days, but I don’t mind making myself scarce for a bit.” he shrugged like it was no big deal. “And I can promise Sammy will stay clothed unless you want the naked chef experience.”
“He’s a chef?” He didn’t look a chef with the way he dressed in the mornings.
Dean laughed. “No, he’s a lawyer, actually. But I did teach him how to cook as a kid. He ain't half bad.”
“A lawyer..” that made sense. He looked like one in those suits.
“So what do you say? Dinner? Sammy cooking for you?”
“I-I guess.. Yeah, okay.”
“Cool.” He smiled, turned and opened the window, motioning across for his brother to do the same. “Get cooking Sammy!” he yelled across. “You got a date tonight!”
Sam’s eyes shot to you, and you gave him another awkward wave from behind his brother. You were nervous. From what you can tell he was hot and he obviously had a sense of humor, given the packages. Now you were finding out he was a lawyer and could cook, too? He was a total catch. And you? You were-
“Relax.” You were pulled from your thoughts to see Dean smiling at you. “You’ve already got his attention. Just be yourself, it’s worked for you this far, right?”
Your eyes shot back to Sam who was now walking away from his window. “Yeah.. I guess it has..”
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For @spnovember 2021
Day 3- Blood Calls to Blood
Title: When Blood Calls to Blood
Author: raidensrealm
Rating: Teen
Word count: 902
Pairing: Sam/Benny/Dean
@samwinchesterbingo square: Sam/Dean/Benny
@deanandsambingo square: Vampire!Dean
@witchsambingo square: Full Moon
Major Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence
Summary: Benny leaves a hurried note for the Winchesters, then disappears. For weeks they search for him until one day, both sense when he needs their help. Frantically combing the shoreline, they find a puzzling message in a bottle.
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