*Do Not Read if you are Triggered by any of the following Warnings
Warnings:cursing, funerals, using people for profit, unprotected sex/wrap it up kiddos, intentional poisoning, slow death by blood letting, buried alive, rough oral sex, gun/knife play, blood play, necrophilia
A/N:Set Season 6 between Clap Your Hands If You Believe & ..And Then There We’re None
Requested by anon: Sam and Dean return back to the bunker after a hunt, were they had to kill a witch, and the reader is waiting for them- they’ve been gone for a few days and they’re anxious. When she see’s Sam she immediately kisses him (they’re dating), however what she doesn’t know is that the witch cursed the boys and they’ve switched bodies. So, she’s kissing Dean not Sam.
Warnings: It’s shitty.
Word count: 768
A/N: I haven’t watched Supernatural in at least two years, so I’M SORRY. I literally felt as if I was learning how to ride a bike or something like that cuz this is no longer me. :( So I hope it doesn’t suck that much. I’m sorry for ripping that request apart. I really tried my best.
Enjoy, I guess.
The loud roar from the Impala followed by a short silence announced the return of the Winchesters to the bunker. They had been out on a witch hunt that had apparently succeeded and know it was their time to rest – that is only IF they decided to rest.
(Y/N) had anxiously waited for them to come back. Specifically, she had been waiting for Sam.
She headed outside, not being able to wait for them to come inside, and ran straight towards Sam. He had been taking their bags out of the trunk when he got tackled by his girlfriend.
Without hesitation, (Y/N) puckered up and kissed him as if it had been years since she’d seen him – a habit she had acquired a long time ago. Sam, however, did not respond as she expected.
His lips remained still and his eyes widened. He held her tightly and pushed her away.
Dean followed quickly, holding (Y/N) softly from behind while Sam got up.
“I’m sorry,” he said. His puppy eyed mode was suddenly on.
“What?” (Y/N) panicked. “What is going on?”
Dean swallowed loudly and looked at (Y/N) for a second before looking directly to his brother. Sam hesitated, not knowing how to say what he meant to say.
“Oh my God, I knew it!” (Y/N) spoke. Her eyes were wide and full of shock.
“You do?” Sam asked, feeling a sudden relief. “Thank God, I thought this would be harder but if you know…”
“Yeah, it’s better that way,” Dean nodded and let go off (Y/N)’s arms.
“I should’ve known before, you don’t act like yourself and…” (Y/N) continued.
“Yes! I know!” Sam cheered, “See? I knew you would get it.”
Of course she got it. Sam hadn’t been the same ever since Castiel left. She didn’t think it would affect him as much as it would affect Dean, but truth was Sam did feel terribly after he left.
She had tried to be a good companion, she had tried to help Sam feel supported, she had really tried her best. Maybe it wasn’t enough.
The Winchesters always acted like that. If one friend left them, then they didn’t want any friend at all… Maybe Sam was feeling like she would leave too, just like Castiel, in spite of loving him.
She loved him. She really loved him and Sam was probably thinking she didn’t and so he was breaking up with her.
“Fine,” she said. Her head was now clear. “I… I tried my best, but I respect your choice.”
Sam suddenly looked even more confused.
“I will go and pack my stuff,” she said. “You are a good man, Sam,” she patted her shoulder and went back inside. Neither of the Winchesters followed her, they were gobsmacked and unable to even walk.
She went inside her shared room with Sam, refusing to shed a single tear in front of them, and took out her backpack from the closet.
How could she pack so many memories in just one backpack? She had built her home next to Sam and now…
Sam and Dean stormed inside the room.
“It’s not what you think it is!” Dean yelled, calling (Y/N)’s attention.
“What?” (Y/N) shrugged.
“You think that I… That Sam is breaking up with you, right?” Dean stuttered.
“Well, obviously, because…”
“He’s not.” Dean interrupted and cleared his throat. “I’m not.”
“What?”
“(Y/N),” Sam spoke, “I’m not Sam.”
“What do you mean?” (Y/N) stepped back.
“I am,” Dean stated.
(Y/N) stared at them in shock and then burst in laughter.
“The witch we killed cursed us as she died…” Dean continued to explain, “so now I’m Sam and he’s Dean, but me Sam is he Dean and he Dean is me Sam…”
“So… I kissed Dean?” (Y/N) inquired.
“Yes.”
“Dean in Sam’s body?”
“Yes.”
“That’s just…” (Y/N) shrugged in disgust. “So we’re not breaking up?”
“No, I would never,” Dean (Sam) shook his head and gave her his best Dean dreamy eyes.
“Oh, thank God!” She threw herself once more into his arms… Except those were Dean’s arms, and sighed.
Sam, in Dean’s body, kissed her passionately while Dean, in Sam’s body, just stared in awe. He always wondered how he’d look like with (Y/N). Not that liked her, it was just for funsies.
(Y/N) pulled away.
“This is too weird…” She said, “We must fix this.”
Both brothers agreed.
One call and thirty minutes later, the Winchesters were all set. It was not a hard curse to cast, therefore not a hard curse to remove.
“So (Y/N),” Dean inquired during dinner, “who’s a better kisser: me or Sam?”
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Summary:A case at a strip club, a striptease, and a little fun Pairing:Dean Winchester x Sam Winchester x Reader A/N:This was written for @deanwanddamons Rock SPN Flash Fan Fic Challenge 3. I got the song “I Was Made For Loving You” by Kiss. This was by far the hardest thing I had to do, to write without any description, and I just might rewrite this to include a more detailed story AND the smut. Word Count: 495 (HA! I did it! UNDER 500!)
Y/N put on a final coat of red lipstick and adjusted her corset one final time. She smirked at her reflection as she checked out her own ass in the mirror. She might not be the skinniest or fittest girl around, but damn, if she didn’t feel hot in her stripper get up. She stepped away and headed toward the stage.
Glancing through the curtain, she noticed Dean sitting at a table near the stage with Sam next to him, facing the back . When she told the boys about a case in a strip club, Dean agreed before she could finish telling him about it. They agreed to meet her at the club in Fairfax and arrived much quicker than she anticipated.
“You sure you’re good to go on, Y/N?” Kathy asked. The old woman looked at the stage in concern. “Lost four girls to the monster creeping about, each just after dancing center stage,” Y/N smirked as she turned away from the curtains.
“My backup is waiting in the audience, Kathy. Neither of them are expecting me to take the stage which should make this a hell of a lot of fun,” Y/N said, hearing her music start. Kathy shook her head.
“You shouldn’t be using yourself as bait,” she retorted. With a fluff of her hair and a wink, Y/N threw open the curtains.
“No better way to make them want to keep their eyes on me.”
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“You see Y/N anywhere yet?” Dean asked Sam, glancing around the stage curiously. He threw a flirty smile to the scantily clad waitress setting down his whiskey. Sam shook his head.
“No, not yet. She said she’d be here and we’d not be able to miss her,” he said.
“Alright, go over it again.”
“Four girls have gone missing after dancing center stage. Some kind of creature steals them away…” the beginning notes of Kiss’ I Was Made For Loving You interrupt Sam’s review and they turn to the stage as the lights dim. Their eyes widen as they see Y/N burst through the curtain, stalking down the stage with a purpose.
“Holy shit…” Sam mutters.
Y/N’s fingers drag up her sides sensuously, tracing over her curves before moving up to her neck and up into her hair, gathering it up to the top of her head. She flipped it around as she got to the pole in the center of the stage, wrapping her hand and one leg around it, swinging herself around sexily. She then dropped to her knees in front of the boys, legs open wide, lip between her teeth.
“Fuck me…” Dean said with a sigh.
Dean’s mouth was dropped open as he watched Y/N rip open the corset and reveal the strappy bra underneath, drop to her hands and knees, and crawl over to the brothers.
“Monster is over there, boys. Take care of him and I’ll give you a more x-rated private show,” she said with a wink.
Warnings:graphic depictions of violence, physical torture, psychological torture, major character death, major character reincarnation, blood, gore, throat-slitting, water torture, serious injury, cursing
Summary:When Dean denies his baby brother the redemption he begs for after learning he is Lucifer’s true vessel, Sam gives up and gets sloppy. “Hunters” take him with revenge on their minds, but when they learn he can’t die, the torture escalates.
An email shows up at Bobby’s with a video clip of Sam getting his throat cut, prompting him to call Dean. He learns that the older Winchester has no clue where his brother is and is forced to explain what happened. Together with Castiel and the help from another angel, they discover who really has Sam… and why.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: written for the 2021 SPN Eldritch Bang - MY FIRST BANG! I hope you enjoy the damage, terror, and torture. It’s my first time, be gentle. ;)
Art done by the amazing QuickReaver. You can view the beautiful pieces here - and I have to say that she is an amazing person, artist, and human being for working so well with a newbie to the Bang world. I am so lucky to have met her and her art is WONDERFUL (and totally spoiler alert for the story) THANK YOU for being amazing and incredible. I’m so glad we met!
Beta’d by jdl71 and HMCyre
“Look, Sam… It doesn’t matter. Whatever we do. I mean, it turns out that you and me, we’re the fire and the oil of the Armageddon. You know, on that basis alone, we should just pick a hemisphere. Stay away from each other for good,” Dean said. Sam froze, his heart beating wildly in his chest.
“Dean it doesn’t have to be like this. We can fight it,” he pleaded.
“Yeah, you’re right. We can. But not together. We’re not stronger when we’re together, Sam. I think we’re weaker. Because whatever we have between us – love, family, whatever it is – they are always gonna use it against us. And you know that. Yeah, we’re better off apart. We got a better chance of dodging Lucifer and Michael and this whole damn thing, if we just go our own ways,” Dean said. Sam was shaking his head, standing between the two beds in his hotel room. He still gets a double, he’ll always get the double.
“Dean, don’t do this,” Sam begged.
“Bye, Sam,” Dean said, hanging up.
At that moment, Sam’s whole world stops. The very last lifeline he was hanging on to had given up on him. The crushing weight he felt in his chest forced the air out of his lungs, and he can’t breathe but the numbness that is filling him doesn’t care. He lets his arm fall from his ear, the phone tumbling out of his hand and drops to the floor. He felt cold suddenly like there was ice water flowing through his veins, and soon his entire body was chilled. He wasn’t sure if he’s inhaled yet, the crushing weight in his chest getting worse, but he’s had to right? He hasn’t passed out yet.
First the voicemail.
Now, this.
I lost my brother.
No,Sam tells himself fiercely. We’re not brothers anymore.You quit being Dean’s brother the moment you choose Ruby over him. Slowly, Sam sinks down to sit on one of the beds as his mind starts running a mile a minute.
Dean doesn’t want anything to do with you anymore, and you shouldn’t be surprised. You’re a monster and hunters kill monsters, remember? He made that clear with the voicemail. Not only did you release Lucifer, but now you’re his vessel? You’re evil, Sam, the kind of evil that never gets redeemed. When Dean does find you, he’s going to kill you and it’s nothing less than you deserve.
The voice in Sam’s head wasn’t wrong. Sam had let his brother down time and again prior to this epic fail and now there was no turning back. He was a monster and Dean would never forgive him for the wrongs he had done. How do you forgive the man who ended the world?
Sam sat there holding his head in his hands. He felt wetness on his face and wondered when he started to cry. His breath hitched slightly through the weight on his chest when a new thought came to him.
Moving robotically, Sam walked over to where his duffle was sitting on the small table in the room and dug out his Taurus. He pulled the slide back to make sure it’s loaded and saw a bullet in the chamber. He put the barrel of the gun against his temple and pulled the trigger. Blood and brain matter explode from the opposite side of his head, painting the ugly carpet and wallpaper a Rorschach painting. Sam’s body crumbled in a heap on the floor, the handgun still clutched in his right hand, and blood seeped into the carpet from the left side of his head that was missing.
Sam stood in a dark void, surrounded by nothingness. He was dressed in the same clothing he was wearing that day, moments before he shot himself in the head. Hearing footsteps coming up behind him, he turned to see Lucifer walking up to him, his arms clasped behind his back casually. A sardonic smirk danced across his lips as he watched his vessel with dancing eyes.
“I told you, Samuel. I’m not going to let you die,” Lucifer said, walking up to Sam. Lucifer presses two fingers to his forehead.
With a heaving inhale, Sam woke up covered in his own blood on the ugly carpet floor of his hotel room. The left side of his face was covered in blood and brain matter, his hair matted, and skin smeared with it. His head and skull, however, were intact… as if nothing happened. A shaky hand raises and feels along the right side of his head, and just under his hairline Sam feels a small scar. A parting gift from the Devil, reminding him of his power.
A sob rose in Sam’s throat as he realized that Lucifer had brought him back to life, but he swallowed it down and pushed himself to a standing position.
He reached back into his bag and pulled out a silver hunting knife. Turning the knife in on himself, he plunged the blade into his stomach. A grunt of pain was pulled from him as he fell back; warm, sticky blood rushing past his fingers. The pain was unbearable, radiating from his abdomen and pulsing up into his chest.
“Dean…” he whimpered pathetically, hating himself for calling out to a man who no longer cared if he lived or died. After a few minutes, he started to grow cold, and his vision started to darken. It was then that he saw the figure of Lucifer walking up to him in the hotel room, his head tilted as he studied the wound.
“Silver blades don’t bother me, Sam,” he said, smiling and entertained. “But that’s a nice try.”
Sam didn’t know how long he was out for this time, but when he opened his eyes, the hunting knife rested in his left hand. It gleamed in the light of the motel, cleaned of all the blood. His shirt and jeans, however, were tacky and clinging to him in places with his blood. Sam’s head dropped back and he blinked away tears.
Maybe something that will do more significant damage to my body, he thought, pushing himself up to a standing position. He brought the knife with him into the bathroom and he set it on the sink as he dug into his bathroom kit. Finding what he was looking for, he pulled out the bottle of prescription painkillers. He stared at it for a long moment, then filled up one of the disposable glasses with water. He started to take the pills three at a time until the bottle was empty.
He didn’t know how long it would take for the drugs to start destroying his organs. When he looked at the bathtub, he grabbed the knife before climbing in it. Very carefully, he placed the tip of the knife against the delicate skin of his wrist and followed the scar left behind from the ghouls so many years ago. A pained grunt escaped him as he watched dark red blood start to pulse out of the wound. He quickly switched hands and did the other wrist as sickness started to swirl in his stomach. He noticed his breathing was getting labored as well.
Sam scrunched his body down in the tub so he could let his head fall back against the cool porcelain, suddenly feeling very hot. His eyes drifted away from the blood pumping out of his wrists and lazily looked out of the bathroom door and into the bedroom where his vision was starting to get blurry. There, he swore he saw a figure sitting on the bed. He was bent over, elbows resting on his knees, staring at him with disappointment.
“If you think I can’t purify your blood of that Vicodin, Sammy, you really have underestimated me,” Lucifer said with a frown. Slowly, Sam’s eyes slid shut on the blurred image of the Devil watching him die in a motel bathtub.
Yet again, Sam opened his eyes sometime later. Still covered in his own blood and all that remained of his attempt this time was the scars on his wrists. As Sam went to pull himself out of the tub, he spotted a small orange bottle on the counter near the sink. He pulled his shirt off and let it splat on the porcelain before making his way over to see what it was.
He was both furious and frustrated when he picked up a full bottle of Vicodin with his bloodstained hand.
After that, Sam tried a variety of other ways to kill himself with no success: electrocution, drowning, setting himself on fire behind the motel, hanging himself from the ceiling. Each time, Lucifer greeted him just before he died and called him out on his attempt. Each time Sam opened his eyes, he was put back together completely, but left with scars.
He must have killed himself a dozen times since his last phone call with his brother… no, not your brother. You don’t have a family. You don’t get to have family. Sam lay on the filthy carpet in the room and stared at the ceiling.
“You’re really not gonna let me die, are you?” he asked pathetically. Somewhere in the distance, he heard his cell phone ringing, but couldn’t be bothered to pick it up. At that point, he couldn’t be bothered to do much of anything.
“That’s pretty nice timing, Cas,” Dean said with a relieved smile.
“We had an appointment,” Castiel replied. Dean smirked, putting a hand on his shoulder.
“Don’t ever change,” he replied.
“How did Zachariah find you?” Castiel asked. Dean sighed as he reached into his pocket for his phone.
“Long story. Let’s just stay away from Jehovah’s Witnesses for now on, okay?” he says opening his phone and dialing Sam’s number.
“What are you doing?” Castiel questioned.
“Something I should have done in the first place,” Dean said, listening to the other line ringing. When it went to voicemail, Dean got a confused look on his face. He pulled the phone away from his ear and redialed the number. Again, voicemail.
“What is it?” Castiel asked as Dean pulled the phone away and shoved it back in his pocket.
“Sam’s not answering,” he said, concern touching his voice but not enough for Castiel’s liking. “He’s probably pissed at me and ignoring my calls.”
“What did you do?” Castiel asked. Dean side-eyed him this time. The two turned and started walking.
“What’s with the twenty questions, Cas?” Dean questioned. “I… said some things I shouldn’t have. Said a lot of things I shouldn’t have. Things we need to hash out together so we can get back on the same page.”
“It would be nice to see you actually caring about your brother again, Dean,” Castiel said, an air of arrogance in his tone. Dean chose to ignore that comment on the grounds that he didn’t want to look too closely at what that meant.
“Whatever.”
Sam sat at the rickety table in his hotel room tapping on his laptop, searching for ways to stay dead permanently. Through websites and chat rooms, he was able to eliminate some of the suggested ways to die. Frustrated, he slapped the lid shut and leaned back against the chair.
Why is it so hard to figure out how to die and stay dead? He thought, looking out the window of his room. Maybe looking online wasn’t the right way to do this. Frowning, he opened the laptop again and searched for the closest library. Finding the address, he wrote it down on a piece of paper, tore it off the notepad and stuffed it into his pocket as he stood to leave the room.
Opening the door to step out of the room, a burst of stars exploded in front of his eyes and he stumbled back into his room. Sam felt hands on his arms, and he lashed out. At least two of his hits landed, but he still ended up on his back with a knee on his throat. Moments later, he felt the cold metal of a gun pressed to his temple, causing him to freeze. By the time his vision cleared, he saw four faces staring down at him.
“Hey there, demon boy,” one of the faces said. Sam eyed them warily.
“I’m not going to fight you,” he said quietly. One of the men snickered.
“You mean any more than you already did?” a different one said.
“That’s a shame, really. Because we really want to fight you,” the third one said. Sam looked at him with a frown.
“I don’t have much money,” Sam said, pointing at the table. “You can take what I do have. The laptop too. My gun is under the pillow on the bed.”
“Oh, Sammy, we don’t want your shit,” the skinny one said. Sam’s eyes narrowed, instantly realizing the men in front of him were hunters. Two of the men hauled him up, twisting his arms behind him. The gun at his temple moved to the front of him, aimed at his heart. “We want your head on a spike, demon boy.”
A swift hit to the back of the head and Sam slipped into unconsciousness, unaware that he was being dragged away from the security of his motel room and thrown into the trunk of a car.
When Sam woke up, he found himself tied to a rusted metal chair. There were straps holding him down: his chest; his biceps; his forearms; his head; his lap; his thighs; his shins. The restraint chair was old but effective. He tried to move but found himself unable to do anything. This made him nervous. What made him more nervous was he didn’t have a shirt or any shoes on. He tried to look around as much as he could with his head restrained but was unable to move much. That might have been a blessing in disguise given how badly his head hurt.
“Look who’s finally awake! I was starting to think that Paul hit you too hard,” a male voice said cheerily. Sam glared as best he could, refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much he hurt. The man walked in front of him and looked Sam in the eye with a wide, sadistic smile. “How are you enjoying your chair? I hope it’s comfortable because you ain’t leaving it for a while.”
“Where the hell are we?” Sam asked. The man laughed.
"Some place no one will ever hear you scream, demon boy,” the man said, standing in front of Sam. “Rumor has it we have you to thank for this insanity happening all over the world. You! You were the one who let good old Lucifer out of his cage. What the hell were you thinking, boy?” the man sneered. When the man said Lucifer’s name, worry started to grow in the pit of his stomach.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Sam said shakily. The man in front of him dropped his smile and swung at him. The punch hit Sam squarely in the jaw, and he felt something crunch from the hit. Stars danced in front of his eyes for a few seconds, and when Sam opened his eyes once more, the man was smiling again.
“Now, don’t you lie to me. We know the truth about you. An old friend of yours filled us in. Told us you’ve been sucking down demon blood like a damn vampire at an all-you-can-eat buffet, that you got these magical powers that let you kill demons and see the future… oh and YOU LET THE FUCKING DEVIL OUT!” the man shouted at him. Sam flinched away; who told him? Whoever it was, they told him everything.
“Looks like you started having fun without us, Carl,” a different voice called out. The man in front of Sam stepped back to give the newcomer space. When he stepped into the light and Sam got a look at him, he blanched. Billy placed a foot on the lower part of the restraint chair and leaned his weight on it, bending down to look Sam in the face.
“What, no hello for your old friend?” Billy asked with a tilt of his head. “Devil got your tongue?”
Sam remained silent, refusing to give the man the satisfaction of a response. Billy snorted and shook his head standing up straight.
“We kill evil, Sam,” Billy said, looking down at the man strapped to the chair. “And you are one evil son of a bitch. You and that so-called brother of yours, Dean. Once we get your brother here, we’re gonna take the both of you out for ending the world.”
“Dean had nothing to do with this. I’m the one who did it, leave him out of this,” Sam growled. Billy raised a brow.
“You would defend your brother,” he scoffed. Sam shook his head.
“Dean was trying to stop me when I let Lucifer out. He didn’t even know what I was doing. He had nothing to do with this. You have me, do whatever you want to me, but leave him out of this,” Sam said defiantly. He glared at Billy, daring him to challenge him again. The two men stared at each other. Finally, Billy smirked.
“Well, we did find you all by yourself,” Billy said thoughtfully. Sam refused to look away.
“Deans not involved in any of this. I failed him, and he gave up on me,” Sam said quietly. Billy stared at Sam, trying to tell if he was lying.
“Dean wants nothing more to do with me. One of the last things he said to me was he wanted to kill me, so,” Sam muttered quietly, his voice catching at the end. Billy smirked at him. Weakness,he thought. Still a weakness for you.
“Big brother finally realized what a burden you really are,” Billy said appreciatively. The other men in the room chuckled. Sam swallowed, his eyes twitching. “You’re a waste of life, Samuel. Pathetic. You ruin everything you touch, including your brother.” Sam swallowed hard.
“So, you really are on your own. Giving up on a monster like you was the best thing Dean could have done.” The two stared at each other, Billy with malice in his gray eyes and a sinister smile on his face.
“Well, boys, you heard the man. We can do whatever we want to him,” Billy said, looking at the others. Sam swallowed deeply then, glancing at the other three men in the room. Fear settled in his belly. “Let’s see just how demonic Sam really is.”
He didn’t even see the first punch coming. The hit came from the right, a hand with brass knuckles slammed into the side of Sam’s face. The strap holding his head in place caused his chin to take the full force of the hit at once. A cry escaped his lips as he felt the blow shatter his cheekbone. Another hit came from the opposite side, this one just a fist but feeling just as harshly. The crunch he felt in his jaw from the very first hit happened again, and a sharp pain raced from his jaw up through his temple. Tears of pain leaked from his eyes.
“Baby’s crying? Why are you crying, Sammy? This is what you deserve,” Carl said, swinging a fist at him again, this one colliding with his abdomen. All the air rushed out of his lungs, and Sam started to cough. The chair kept him strapped upright, so he couldn’t bend over like his muscles wanted him to do. Another fist with those brass knuckles clocked him in the face, causing him to shout out. The skin near his eye split and he whimpered. Blood dripped from the split skin there, a bruise already starting to bloom. Another punch followed; this one from the opposite side without the brass knuckles. Both blows were enough to cause Sam to see stars in front of his eyes.
“Where’s all that magical power now, demon boy?” Billy shouted. Sam couldn’t answer, coughing with his eyes clenched closed and his breathing coming harsh through his nose.
“I asked you a question!” Billy shouted, slapping Sam across the face. A whimper escaped his lips as the sting went across his broken cheekbone. Sam refused to answer, turning narrowed hazel eyes toward Billy. Billy chuckled. “Not gonna answer? That’s fine.”
Billy swung again, an uppercut that broke his nose. The punch was hard enough to tip the chair Sam was in, sending it crashing to the floor. The metal chair jarred Sam roughly. Between the hit and the fall, Sam was gasping for breath through whimpers. Billy pulled off the brass knuckles and tossed them onto a rolling tray nearby, shaking out his hand. Billy glanced at the guys and one of them stepped forward with a baseball bat in his hand. Before Sam could recover enough, the man swung the bat and brought it down hard on Sam’s abdomen.
All the air rushed out of Sam’s lungs once again in a hoarse shout, then he broke into a sob as pain radiated through his belly and to his back. The man swung and hit Sam again, only this time in his chest. The echoing crack told of Sam’s ribs breaking. A third hit left Sam gasping for breath. The hits after that had Sam crying out sharply each time the bat made a connection with his chest. Not soon enough, Billy grabbed the man’s arm and pulled him back.
“We don’t want to kill him too quickly, Carl,” he said. Billy nodded his head behind him, as if telling the guy to stand down. Carl turned to stare at Sam for a long moment, watching as the man breathed in short, harsh pants, before finally turning away. Billy watched him throw the bat on the rusted medical table and storm out of the decaying room with a frown.
“Matt. Skip. Grab the pliers and break his fingers,” Billy said quietly.
“You got it, boss,” Matt said before Billy stepped away. One of the men grabbed two pairs of pliers. He tossed one pair to the other and the two chuckled as they clicked them a few times.
“Please,” Sam begged in a whimper, tears running from his eyes. Billy heard it and looked down at the younger brother with a raised brow before walking over and staring down at him.
“This is because of your blood drinkin’ ways, Sam. Monsters get punished before they die,” he said cruelly. Sam blinked at him, tears breaking free and running back to his hair. He would be shaking his head if he could.
“I didn’t know,” he whispered brokenly. Billy scoffed.
“Right,” he answered before turning and walking out of the room. Matt and Skip broke Sam’s pinky fingers simultaneously. He only released a whimper when they broke his ring fingers simultaneously. But by the time they got to his middle fingers, he couldn’t help but release shouts of pain, no matter how much his head told him he deserved the punishment they were dealing him.
By the time they were done breaking all his fingers, Sam was officially crying. His chest hurt, his face hurt, and now his fingers hurt. He knew he wasn’t going to survive this, so why wouldn’t they just kill him already?
“Get this asshole up,” Billy said. Matt and Skip hauled the restraint chair he was sitting in back to a seated position. The shift left Sam lightheaded for a few moments. It was just long enough for Billy to step forward, grab a fist full of his hair to pull his head back and press a knife against his throat. Sam froze instantly.
“Let’s see what kind of things work on the demon boy, shall we?” Billy said. The blade bit into the soft skin at his throat, drawing blood from a very thin cut. Sam tried to control his breathing so the blade wouldn’t cut deeper than necessary. Sam swallowed nervously.
“I’m not a demon,” Sam defended weakly. Billy smirked.
“You sure as hell drink demon blood, and that shit ain’t human,” a voice said. Sam glanced at where the men were standing, getting nervous.
“One way to find out,” Billy said, pulling the blade from Sam’s neck. Placing the tip of the blade in the soft part of the muscle of Sam’s left bicep, Billy very slowly started to push the blade into his arm. A sadistic smirk played on Billy’s lips as he watched Sam clench his teeth to keep from yelling.
“Go ahead and scream Sam. No one is coming to save you,” Billy said before shoving the knife all the way through his arm. A short, rough scream escapes Sam followed by a series of grunts as he tries to control the pain. Billy reached a hand behind him and snapped his fingers. Another silver knife was placed in his open palm. Billy set it against Sam’s right bicep and slowly started to push the blade in once again. Sam grunted his way through the pain until Billy shoved the knife through the muscle. Another scream ripped from his throat. A ragged sob escaped him.
“Dean,” he muttered quietly. Billy’s sadistic smirk turned cruel.
“Dean ain’t coming to save you now, demon boy. He gave up on you. Something he should have done a long time ago,” he said. “Dean never loved you, Sammy. You were never his family. You were a waste of space and I can’t wait to rid the planet of you.”
Sam squeezed his eyes shut, silently agreeing with everything Billy said.
“Hey, Carl! Go get the salt,” Billy called out. Laughter came from the men behind him while the smallest of the group, the man who greeted him when he first woke up, stood up and walked over to one of the rusted cabinets. Opening the door with a screech, he pulled out a cylinder container and carried it over to where Sam lay strapped to the chair. Billy looked over at Carl with a smile.
“Would you like to do the honors?” he asked. Carl glared at Sam.
“With pleasure,” Carl muttered, opening the container. “You know, my sister was killed in one of those crazy ambushes that occurred when you released the Devil from his cage. They tore her apart in front of her two kids. Mauled her. We couldn’t even have a funeral for her.”
“I’m sorry,” Sam whispered, tears in his eyes. Carl shook his head.
“Not as sorry as you’re gonna be,” he growled. Carl poured some of the salt into his hand, then shoved it into Sam’s face, burying it into the open wounds from the beating he had taken earlier. Sam hissed at the burn that came from the salt hitting the open wounds then started to shout as Carl rubbed the salt further into the wounds, using his fingernails to dig it in and tear at the cuts. Carl even went as far as to dump some of the salt into Sam’s mouth.
Soon, he flipped the salt canister closed and turned away. Sam panted as the salt burned into his cuts, the heavy breathing sucking more granules deeper into the wounds. Carl walked over to the rusty rolling tray, set down the canister, and picked up the pliers that were used to break his fingers. Sam watched as Carl walked back toward him and started shaking his head. Instead of breaking his toes, however, Carl proceeded to tear off each one of Sam’s toenails.
Blood dripped down Sam’s toes. Just as Carl pulled the last one, a crack was heard, and a hoarse scream of pain erupted from Sam. Matt had taken a baseball bat to his ankle, no doubt shattering the bones there. A sob followed Sam’s scream, having not been able to move and his bones taking the full brunt of the attack. Carl looked over his shoulder at Matt, a smirk on his face. He reached over and moved Sam’s foot attached to the shattered ankle, causing him to scream again.
“Do the other ankle,” a voice said quietly. Matt and Carl looked over at Billy, who turned to look at the man who walked into the room. Paul, an older man with a stoic expression, slowly stepped into the room staring Billy down. Billy and Paul glared at each other for a long moment, then Billy nodded his agreement. The other two men shrugged, and Carl moved to the other side. Sam shook his head, a sob escaping his throat. Matt moved in front of Sam and swung. CRACK!
Sam’s blood-curdling scream echoed through the entire hall of the abandoned hospital, the acute agony that was piercing his legs causing him to blackout in the end. Billy sat watching the men hurt him without remorse. Matt and Carl looked up when they heard the back door open, causing Billy to look over his shoulder. Before Billy could speak, Paul did.
“Is the room ready?” Paul asked. Skip nodded. “Excellent. Get him up and out of that chair. We have somewhere to be.”
Matt and Skip men dropped Sam in a heap atop the old mattress before turning and walking out, locking the door to the small hospital room behind them. Sam moaned weakly as he tried to shift into a more comfortable position, but it was hard when his hands were practically useless. After a while, he was able to shift himself onto his shoulder at least and used his elbow to push himself up into a seated position.
Taking stock of his injuries, he realized they wrapped his arms where the knives were. His face felt swollen and warm, and he could only open one eye. Looking down at his feet, his ankles looked horrific, and he knew he wasn’t walking anywhere any time soon. He dropped his head against the wall and let out a weak sob as he thought about his predicament.
Once he was feeling stable, Sam opened his one eye and looked around the decaying room to see where he was. They had cleaned the room out, leaving him with the old, moldy mattress they dropped him on, an itchy blanket if you could call it that, and a bucket in the corner. No food, no water. No light of any kind.
He used his elbows to push himself into a kneeling position, and he crawled his way over to the door, trying to open it. Locked, as expected, but he had to try. He shuffled himself back to the mattress and settled himself as best he could.
Alone in that room, trapped with kidnappers who wanted nothing good for him, he let himself feel the emotions overwhelming him and gave in to the tears pressing against his eyes.
Sam woke up with a jolt when the metal door to the room he was locked in was suddenly kicked open. He didn’t even remember falling asleep. He started coughing almost immediately, causing the pain to ricochet through his body. A light moan escaped him.
“Wakey, wakey, demon boy…” he heard a voice say before one of them kicked him in the chest. He curled in on himself, trying to protect his already injured ribs. Even that small movement amped the pain up through his body.
“Get him up,” he heard Carl say. “Billy wants him in the showers.”
Sam felt arms grab him and start dragging him away from the mattress, cries of pain escaping his lips involuntarily when his broken ankles dropped and hit the floor. A hand slapped the back of his head.
“Shut the fuck up, demon,” one of them said. Opening the one good eye he had, he forced his head up to look around and see who had him. Matt and Skip. Sam did his best to try and remember where they were going in the abandoned hospital, but the pain he was in made him dizzy and he lost his way three turns in.
Matt and Skip dragged Sam through the halls of the decaying building to a locker room that had an old shower in it. In the shower was a large bucket filled to the rim with water. Matt and Skip forced Sam to his knees, ignoring his cries of pain. Billy stepped up and smiled at him.
“I always wondered if demons reacted to water torture, Sammy,” he said with an air of confidence. Billy held out a rosary made from red and black crystals, the crucifix on the end silver and well-loved. He held it in front of Sam’s face for a long moment, then dropped it into the bucket. “Especially if it’s an entire drum of holy water. Want to find out?”
“The name is Sam,” Sam gasped out defiantly. Billy simply laughed.
“Still mouthy till the end. Just like your brother,” Billy replied. Sam’s heart clenched painfully at the mention of his brother. Billy bent over to get eye to eye with Sam. “You know, he never really loved you, right Sammy? How could he love a monster like you? You ruined his life.”
Sam stared at Billy for a long moment before his eyes dropped, accepting the words. He already knew them. Billy saying them didn’t make them any less true.
“Maybe we should call him, see if he wants to come by and participate in this religious testing we’re doing,” he shouted, holding his hands out. Pulling out a cell phone, he held it in front of Sam’s face. Sam recognized it as his own.
“No calls from big bro, Sammy. He’s given up on you. He should have killed you when he had the chance,” Billy said, slipping the phone back into his pocket. “No worries. I’ll make sure we take care of that for him.”
Sam’s heart clenched in his chest with every word Billy said, knowing they were true. Billy smirked as he stood up straight, watching how Sam wilted at his words. He wasn’t about to tell Sam his brother actually did call him – twice in fact. It just meant they needed to get their work done and get out of there before Dean started looking for his brother.
“Dunk him,” he ordered. Matt and Skip shoved Sam’s head under the water and held it there as he thrashed, trying to get himself out of the water. Soon, Sam ended up inhaling some of the water and slowly stopped thrashing around.
“Pull him out,” Billy said, and the men yanked Sam out of the water, shoving him to the ground. They watched as he coughed and gasped, trying to get air back into his lungs. Once he was able to take a breath of air uninhibited, Billy nodded at him. The men grabbed him and yanked him back up.
“No. No, please,” Sam begged quietly.
“Again,” Billy said, and the men shoved Sam’s head back under the water. Sam thrashed again, desperately trying to find relief from the cold water that his head was shoved into, desperately trying not to inhale the water into his lungs. Sooner than he liked, his body started to respond despite what his mind was telling him, and he inhaled water again.
Yanked out of the water and cast aside once again, Sam coughed hard and expelled whatever water he could from his lungs. Billy squatted down in front of him and watched with narrowed eyes.
“If your brother killed you when he should have, none of this would be happening right now,” he muttered. Sam’s eyes filled with tears, knowing how true Billy’s words were.
“I’ll say this, he ain’t smokin,” Matt said, glancing at Billy. Skip shook his head.
“Either your holy water ain’t worth a shit, or he’s a different kind of demon,” Skip replied, leaning against the wall. Billy gave the two men a look that he hoped would silence them. Skip simply smirked and shrugged. “Just saying.”
“Pick him up again,” Billy growled. Matt and Skip chuckled as they grabbed Sam again. They manhandled Sam back up to his knees, ignoring his cries of pain. Billy grabbed a fist full of Sam’s hair and lifted his head. Sam looked up at him with fear and resignation in his eyes. Billy simply stared at him for a few long moments then shoved his head away. “Dunk him.”
The men dunked Sam’s head back under the water, and Sam reflexively fought back but his heart simply wasn’t in it anymore. After all, he had nothing to live for now that Dean had given up on him.
The two dragged an unconscious Sam by his wrists through the halls of the hospital, laughing maniacally. Kicking the door open to the room that had become his cell, they dropped him unceremoniously onto the mattress. His body made a squelching sound when it landed, which caused the guys to laugh harder.
“You guys don’t feel even a little guilty about what we’re doing here?” they heard a voice say. Matt and Skip turned to see Paul leaning against the door jam, arms crossed over his chest. The dark look in his eyes made the two men stop laughing.
“C’mon, Paul,” Skip said with a shrug of his shoulders. “He started the fucking apocalypse. He was drinking demon blood.”
“Not to mention letting Lucifer out,” Matt said. Paul eyed the two men judgmentally.
“My point was you shouldn’t be enjoying it so much. We have a job to do, and we’ll get it done. But we don’t get to act like Neanderthals while doing it,” Paul said critically, studying the two men harshly. He raised a brow. “We’re taking a big risk here doing this, coming after Sam Winchester. Maybe you should remember that while you are celebrating.” The two had the decency to look chastised.
“Sorry, boss,” Skip said.
“Yeah, sorry, boss,” Matt agreed. Paul nodded thoughtfully.
“Go check the perimeter and make sure we haven’t been compromised,” he ordered quietly. The two men nodded and slipped from the room as silently as possible. While walking away, Skip looked back at Paul standing in the doorway, watching over Sam.
“I always forget that Paul is actually the one running this thing, not Billy,” he said with a shake of his head. Matt snorted.
“Billy only wishes he was as smart as Paul. I’d follow Paul anywhere. I’d just as well shoot Billy as work with him. Billy will be the one to get us killed,” Matt said. Skip nodded his head as they walked out the side door they used as their entrance.
“You ain’t kidding.”
Paul stood in the doorway and watched the unconscious man. It was hard to believe what he had done, what his brothers and sisters were able to manipulate him into doing with the help of the demons. It infuriated him, this civil war they had going on. All parties involved with the start of the apocalypse would be punished, including the human Sam Winchester, the vessel of Lucifer. He and his little band of outlawed misfits would prove that it wasn’t necessary to start something as drastic as the end of the world.
Carl walked up to where Paul was, looking into the room where Sam lay unconscious before turning his glowing blue eyes to his leader.
“We’re going to have to do something about Qaphsiel,” he said, voice monotone and emotionless. “He’s starting to get a little out of hand.”
“What do you mean?” Paul asked, his own glowing blue eyes looking at the vessel his partner had taken over.
“He just needs to be reminded where he stands in this line-up. Seraphim like him are not allowed to be ordering anyone around, making decisions, or changing plans,” Carl growled. Paul turned his eyes back to Sam and sighed heavily.
“Are you sure it wasn’t the vessel?” Paul asked.
“No, it was Qaphsiel. No one speaks that way other than him,” Carl retorted.
“It wasn’t my idea to bring him on in the first place, Gadiel,” he said pointedly. Carl’s glowing eyes narrowed slightly in indignation. “I’ll have a word with him, remind him of his place. Will that suffice?”
“Yes, for now,” Carl said. “What is it that you want me to do?”
“Prepare the chair for him,” Paul said, a head tilt toward Sam. “It’s time to finish this.”
An electrical buzzing sound roused Sam. He jolted, instantly aware of the ache in his body. The electrical buzzing sound happened again, causing Sam to lift his head and look around, only to see Paul standing next to him with a long metal rod. That was also when he realized he was attached to a metal chair, strapped down tightly with leather straps across his chest, legs, and arms. He eyed the man warily.
“You destroyed this planet, letting Lucifer out of his box. You know that, right?” Paul said quietly. Sam watched him apprehensively. “You damned the entire world.”
“I didn’t mean to,” Sam whispered softly. “I didn’t know what…”
“Don’t give me that shit!” Paul yelled suddenly, moving forward. Sam startled slightly, and his eyes widened as he eyed the cattle prod coming toward him.
“No, no, wait,” Sam begged, then a ragged scream ripped through his throat as Paul pushed the cattle prod into his hip and turned the power on. Electricity burned through his body, fire running through his nerves as his muscles jumped and spasmed for the seconds the cattle prod was active against his skin. Paul pulled the cattle prod away, leaving Sam panting and sweating harshly.
“You are the reason we’re all gonna die,” Paul said viciously, stabbing him again with the cattle prod, lighting up Sam’s body again. Sam’s body convulsed in the chair, his voice screaming in pain as electricity ran through him. Billy and Carl walked up on the duo, watching with narrowed eyes. When Paul pulled the electrical stick back again, Sam sobbed. Blood started to seep from his ears.
“Please,” Sam sobbed. Paul glanced at Carl who approached with a bucket of water and dumped it on Sam. The cold water startled him, seeping into his jeans and the leather straps holding him in place. Wide, scared eyes looked over at the men standing nearby and watching.
“Rot in hell,” Paul growled, before stabbing Sam a third time with the cattle prod, this time longer than the previous. Electricity arced over Sam and the metal chair he was tied to, the water steaming off his body. The scream he let out was loud and harsh, his muscles so tight they looked close to snapping. Against his broken bones, the pain had to be excruciating, but no one would stop Paul from his actions.
When Paul finally pulled the cattle prod away from Sam, the men in the room watched as water and blood dripped off his body. Paul was breathing heavily, lifting a hand to wipe at the sweat under his nose. Billy stared wide-eyed at Paul, shocked at the extreme measure he had just taken. Paul shot Carl a look, and Carl quickly moved forward to press two fingers to the pulse point in Sam’s neck. He waited a few seconds before looking at Paul and shaking his head.
“Start packing up your shit. We’re out of here before dark,” Paul breathed, throwing the cattle prod onto the metal counter. The clang echoed in the room.
When Sam opened his eyes again, he was standing on the beach. The sand felt warm between his toes, the ocean air tasted salty on his tongue.
“I can make it stop, you know,” Lucifer said. Sam looked to the right of himself and saw the Devil walking up to him. He had his pants rolled up to his calves, his hands in his pockets. Lucifer was looking out the ocean waves, his expression peaceful. Content. “You could stay here, be at peace.”
“No.”
“Dean can’t save you, Sammy. He won’t. He has abandoned you. Forgotten you. I’m here. I can save you, but I can’t find you with the ruins on your ribs; I can’t stop them unless you tell me where you are. If you won’t say yes, at least tell me where you are so I can stop them from hurting you.”
“No,” Sam said, shaking his head with fear in his eyes. Lucifer shook his head in sadness, placing a hand on the younger Winchester’s shoulder.
“You don’t have to say yes, Sam. Just let me protect you,” Lucifer all but begged.
“I said no! No!” Sam said, stepping away from Lucifer. The Devil frowned as he watched Sam for a moment. He then stepped forward, clamping his hands down on Sam’s shoulders.
“Sam, when I resurrect you, you’ll be back in their clutches. It will start all over again,” Lucifer said. He shook his head. “Why can’t you believe that I care about you? I wish you’d believe me,” Lucifer said with a sigh.
“Perhaps next time, you’ll have changed your mind.”
Sam was about to respond but didn’t have a chance. He suddenly felt as if he was falling, plummeting through space. When he felt himself land, he was back in his body. He opened his eyes and gasped a lungful of air, scaring the man in the room with him.
“What the fuck!?” Carl shouted, looking at a gasping Sam. Sam’s eyes darted all over the room, trying to figure out what was going on. He realized he had been untied from the chair and shoved into the corner of the room “How the hell are you still alive?”
Sam started coughing, trying to clear his throat. Carl ran out of the room and called out to the other guys, who came running in a flash. Paul, who was in front of the group, stalked up to Sam and held a knife to his throat. Sam pressed himself against the wall as tightly as he could to get away from the blade cutting into the sensitive skin of his throat.
“How are you breathing?” Paul asked coldly.
“Lucifer,” Sam gasped. “Lucifer refuses to let me die.”
“Lucifer won’t let you die?” Paul repeated, his tone questioning Sam’s sanity. Sam started to shake his head then stopped when he felt the knife dig deeper into his skin.
“Nn…no. Said I can’t say yes if I’m dead, so..” Sam said, his eyes lifting to look into Paul’s.
“Well, then,” Billy said, a malicious grin playing on his lips. “That changes everything.”
“Gentlemen,” Paul said, his voice low and even. “This just became a whole new thing.” The rest of the men looked at each other in surprise and uncertainty.
“If you want out, now is the time,” Paul said, turning his head to look at the small group of men.
“What the fuck? No, none of us are leaving,” Billy started. Paul interrupted him.
“You don’t have a say in how this goes. This is my op, Billy. Not yours. You work for me, so shut the fuck up,” Paul sneered, the first real bit of emotion he had shown since Sam had been taken. Carl had a look of satisfaction on his face while Billy held up his hands in a surrender motion and took a step back. Sam simply watched everything in silence, a knife still pressed solidly against his throat.
“I don’t know about this,” Matt said quietly. “How much penance does one need to make for starting the apocalypse?” That made Paul’s eyes narrow minutely.
“Well, I’m staying. I can’t wait to get my hands on him again,” Billy said gleefully. That made most of the men roll their eyes.
“I’m here till you call it,” Carl said to Paul.
“I’ll stay if you stay,” Skip said to Matt. “We always work together. You want to do this? We’ll do it together.” Matt then nodded.
“So, we’re all in then,” Paul said, a sadistic smirk coming to his lips. Sam suddenly got very nervous. “Excellent. Let’s see how many ways we can kill a traitor.”
Billy stepped forward first, a fist to Sam’s face knocking him to the side. The rest of the men took a step back to watch as Billy beat Sam: punching him in the face, swiftly kicking him in the chest, stomping on his hand. Skip shoved Billy out of the way a few minutes later, finding the courage to participate. Kicking Sam’s knee, he ignored the man’s screams as he destroyed Sam’s leg. Carl walked up and kicked Sam in the face, breaking his jaw. Paul stomped on Sam’s chest, breaking his ribs, and puncturing his lung. As Sam rolled over to try and protect his chest, another kick to his head snapped his neck, killing him instantly.
“Back again, I see,” Lucifer said, watching Sam reappear at the beach. He smirked watching Sam look around confused. When Sam finally looked at the Devil, his eyes grew sad.
“They killed me again?” he asked. Lucifer nodded.
“Are you ready to tell me where you are now?” the Devil asked. Sam shook his head.
“No. Never,” he answered quickly. Lucifer shrugged.
“You must enjoy the pain, Samuel. If that’s what you want, I could give it to you instead of these… people,” Lucifer said, snapping his fingers.
Sam opened his eyes to find himself being drug down one of the dirty hallways by his wrists. He turned his head to look around, then thrashed a bit to try and get loose. Skip and Matt looked over at him.
“Look who’s back with us!” Skip exclaimed, pinning Sam’s arm behind him. Sam cried out as he tried to get free but instead found himself hauled up to a standing position. “C’mon, demon boy. Time for you to walk for yourself.”
“Where are you taking me?” Sam demanded. The men laughed at him as they guided him to the kitchen on the first floor of the abandoned hospital. Finding the old refrigerator unit, Matt opened the door while Skip shoved him in there.
“Have a nice night!” he sang before Matt shut the door. Sam launched himself at the door only to find that there was no handle to get out from inside the refrigerator unit. If he remembered correctly, it was also an air-tight unit as well. With no power, it was pitch black in the small room. Sam started to panic, banging on the refrigerator door.
“Let me out of here! Let me out!!” he shouted. He tried to shove the door open, run his fingers along the walls to find a weakness, and even find a vent somewhere that he could possibly break through. Nothing. He was alone in a room with limited air supply and no light. It was only a matter of time before the oxygen would run out and he would suffocate. His panic only grew.
“God, Dean, I’m so sorry. Please. Please find me,” he begged, tears forming in his eyes again as he panted. His panic attack was short-lived though, as he felt himself grow tired.
Sam sat on the grass near a lake in the woods. Birds chirped in the woods around him, the breeze rustling the leaves. The water rippled slightly as fish came to the surface and ate the bugs that danced across the top of the water. When Sam ran his fingers over the grass, he felt the individual blades. They were sun-warmed and smelled fresh.
“How did you end up here this time, Sam?” Lucifer asked, sitting down next to him. Sam immediately stiffened. The two men looked over the water until Lucifer turned and looked at Sam. Sam avoided his eyes.
“I asked you a question,” the Devil said, his voice sharpening slightly. Sam swallowed.
“They locked me in a refrigerator,” he said softly. Lucifer chuckled.
“Those guys are creative, I’ll give them that,” he said. They sat quietly for a moment together. “I’m betting if I send you back right now, you’d still be in that refrigerator. Care to find out?”
Sam was about to answer when Lucifer touched his head with two fingers.
Sam opened his eyes and gasped but didn’t see anything but darkness. He felt his lungs tighten in his chest, desperate for air that wasn’t there. Slowly, he felt himself drift off once again, his heart thudding hard in his chest.
“And again, so quickly. So, it was the fridge then?” Lucifer said with a frown. Sam looked at his hands then at Lucifer with wide, scared eyes.
“And you haven’t figured out who really has you yet, have you?” he said with a smirk and a cocked eyebrow. Sam’s expression turned confused.
“What?” he breathed. Lucifer shook his head.
“Nope, I’m not giving you any clues. That would ruin the game. You have to figure it out yourself,” he said, holding a hand up. Sam suddenly got angry.
“This isn’t a game! This is… This is torture!” he shouted. Lucifer suddenly glared at Sam.
“Yes,” he said stonily. “It’s absolutely torture. It’s not something you should be dealing with and if you told me where you were, Samuel, I would be there to stop it and you wouldn’t be in pain anymore. I’ve already told you how much I care about you. What more do I have to do?”
Sam swallowed nervously, eyeing Lucifer with fear.
“You are my one true vessel, Samuel. I can protect you if you tell me where you are,” Lucifer reiterated. Sam shook his head.
“Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t tell you. I don’t know where I am,” he replied quietly. Lucifer sighed disappointedly.
“Well, then,” the Devil said. He snapped his fingers and Sam went back.
Sam gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes shut when he came to, trying to hold his breath. He knew there was no air in the fridge he was in, and he didn’t want to die right away. He wanted to see if he could find an emergency exit button or something before he passed out again. He crawled toward the door and felt once again for a handle. It was only a minute later that he was unconscious on the ground.
It went on like that for hours: waking, gasping for air and suffocating inside the refrigerator. Until one time when he woke up the door was open. When he gasped, he inhaled air and his lungs expanded painfully. Sam panted, his hands clawing at his chest as four men stared down at him. He barely followed what was being said above him.
“What did I tell ya?” Billy asked, staring down at Sam.
“What the actual fuck, dude,” another voice said. “How in the hell did you get Sam Winchester away from his brother?”
“Dean gave up on him. Left him out on his own, so we plucked him up and have been keeping him here for a few weeks now,” Billy responded. Sam started coughing, rolling on his side.
“And you’re telling me he can’t die? Like, at all?” a woman’s voice said.
“Nope. Every time we’ve killed him, he’s come back. Said Lucifer doesn’t want him dead. How fucked up is that?” Billy said. Sam had started to push himself up on all fours when Billy pushed the barrel of his gun to the side of his head. “Get up slowly, demon boy, and put your hands behind your back.”
Sam frowned, doing what he said. Once his hands were behind his back, he felt the cold of metal handcuffs being snapped tightly around his wrists. The gun was moved from the side of his head to the base of his skull.
“Walk,” Billy said, shoving the gun against him. Sam darted a glance at the other people with Billy, realizing the two men and a woman who were with him were not the people who were there before. “I said, walk demon boy!”
Sam started walking, following one of the men to a wing of the hospital he hadn’t been to before. His nerves started to get the best of him, realizing this couldn’t be a good thing. Once they entered a room, he realized there was a chair in the middle of it with chains to hold him and a tray of items he was sure were going to be used against him. He tried to back out of the room. He got a gunshot to the thigh for his effort.
Sam collapsed with a shout of pain, blood seeping through his jeans from the gunshot wound.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Billy? You wanna wake the others up?” the female shouted at him, looking over her shoulder in a panic. The two men he didn’t know came over and dragged Sam over to the chair.
“They are asleep on the other side of the hospital, they didn’t hear a thing,” Billy said with a laugh. The woman watched as Sam was chained to the chair.
“So, who wants to go first?” Billy asked, waving a hand over the items. One of the men walked over and grabbed a metal rod. He tested the weight of it against his opposite hand as he walked over to where Sam was now sitting. Sam eyed the man warily. With a sadistic smile, he swung the rod at Sam’s chest. A loud crack was heard throughout the room. Billy laughed as Sam gasped for breath. He set his gun aside and walked over to Sam, punching him in the face. Billy and one man then took turns hitting Sam, leaving the woman and a third man standing by to watch. They shared a look of concern.
“You two don’t want to take a turn?” Billy asked.
“Oh, no. This is all you two,” the woman said, holding her hands up. “I’m perfectly good watching.”
“What about him?” Billy said, nodding to the other person in the room who had yet to speak a word. The woman turned and looked at the man standing near her. He stared stoically at Billy and the other man.
“I’m gonna go with no. Jackson’s gonna watch too,” the woman said with a smirk. Billy shook his head with a smirk.
“What, he doesn’t talk?” Billy asked.
“No… not so much,” the woman said.
“Suit yourself,” Billy shrugged, walking back over to the table of tools. Billy picked up the silver blade and tested its weight in his hand. The other man walked over and threw the rod down. Sam gasped for breath as he rested his chin on his chest.
“Watch this,” Billy said, walking back over to Sam. The woman moved to stand in front of Jackson.
“Y’all ready for this?” he asked. Billy grabbed a handful of hair, then pulled the blade clean through the strands. His laugh echoed through the room as he sprinkled the cut hair over Sam’s body. Billy continued to cut Sam’s hair off until most of the long locks were gone. The haphazard haircut left Sam crying silent tears.
“And now for the grand finale,” Billy said, grabbing Sam’s head and pulling it back. The motion exposed Sam’s throat to the room. Sam’s one eye that wasn’t swollen shut widened as he realized what was about to happen
“This is how we take care of traitors,” the man said, taking the knife and slicing it across Sam’s throat, blood spurting forward in a spray. Sam choked on his own blood, his mouth gaping. The blood spilled down his front, coating himself in the dark blood.
“What the fuck is going on here!?” Carl shouted as he walked into the room, Paul hot on his heels. Billy smirked over at Carl and Paul, the sounds of Sam still choking echoing in the room.
“I’m showing my friends what’s up with the demon boy,” Billy said proudly, his hands displaying the now twitching corpse of Sam Winchester. The blood from his throat glistened in the low light as it continued its slow descent from his slit throat to the floor. With a growl of frustration, Paul stormed up to him and punched him in the face with inhuman force. Billy staggered back in surprise, a hand cupping his now bleeding nose. He looked up at Paul with shock in his wide eyes.
“You have put us in a great deal of danger bringing outsiders into our operation,” Paul said, his voice low and controlled, his eyes glowing a violently bright blue. Billy’s eyes narrowed suddenly, and he straightened. It was like another force had taken over his body.
“I did no such thing,” his voice thundered angrily, echoing loudly through the room. “These people are like us and want judgement for the wrongs Samuel has committed against us.” The room crackled with ethereal energy as the men stood up to each other. The other hunters in the room moved away from the men, eyeing them warily.
“Take the demon boy and hang him in his room by his wrists and watch him. Make sure no one else goes into the room,” Carl demanded of Billy. Billy’s bright blue eyes narrowed on the man.
“It is not you who is my superior, therefore you are not giving me any orders,” Billy seethed.
“He is my second in command, and you will do as he says,” Paul growled.
“Is that so?” Billy growled. Paul stepped forward.
“Do it now, Qaphsiel,” he said firmly. The group watched as Billy touched Sam’s body, the ties instantly falling away from his body with a sizzle of a blue-green glow. Billy then grabbed Sam by what was left of his hair and dragged his body away from the room, a trail of blood being left behind.
“I…I thought his name was Billy,” the man who had beaten Sam said weakly. Carl and Paul turned and looked at the others standing in the room. Carl looked at the two standing there and narrowed his eyes.
“Wasn’t there three of you?” he questioned. The woman shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest.
“No. It was always just the two of us,” she said with disdain. Paul and Carl shared a look with each other. “Why? What happens now?”
Bobby walked over to his computer and turned the machine on, sitting back and sipping on his coffee while the thing booted up. He was still adamantly against using this kind of technology, but if he wanted to be more involved with the rest of the world, he had to step it up and get with it. So, he went and got one and he used it for some research and to keep up with email.
Once the machine was fully up and running, Bobby opened his internet browser and went to his email. Most of what he got was junk mail anyway, and he didn’t think he’d get much different that morning until he spotted an unusual-looking subject line. You should know about this Curious, he clicked on the email. Attached to it was a video clip. The body of the email was short and concise: “They’ve got Sam.”
Bobby clicked on the video clip, and it was obvious it was taken in secret. Inside the room was a group of men laughing and carrying on, surrounding someone who was tied to a chair. The one in the chair looked awful: emaciated and beaten up badly.
“Y’all ready for this?” the man behind the restrained guy asked. He received cheers from the group. The man grabbed a handful of hair and yanked the restrained guy’s head up and Bobby gasped as he recognized Sam’s face covered in swollen bruises and obviously infected cuts.
“This is how we take care of traitors,” the man said. Then he took a knife and sliced it across Sam’s throat, blood spurting forward in a spray that reached where the camera was. Bobby immediately turned and vomited into the trash can next to his desk, heaving up the coffee he had just been sipping on. Soon, his vomiting turned into dry heaves, his heart and his chest hurting with the amount of grief that overcame him as he realized that he just witnessed Sam’s death.
Turning away from his desk and computer, Bobby stumbled into the kitchen and grabbed his phone. As soon as Dean answered, Bobby was all but begging.
“Tell me Sam is with you,” Bobby pleaded in a sob.
“Bobby?” Dean questioned.
“Tell me!!” Bobby shouted.
“No. Sam and I haven’t been together in weeks, you know this. Why, what’s going…”
“Get your ass to my place. Now.”
Hours later, Dean put the car in park in front of Bobby’s place, a puff of dust surrounding the Impala from the gravel. He climbed out of the car and stretched his back out before slamming the door shut behind him. Climbing the stairs to the front door, Bobby met him on the porch.
“Where the hell is Sam?” Bobby ground out, grabbing Dean by the arm. Dean looked at the older man confused.
“What’s going on Bobby?” Dean asked. Bobby shook Dean.
“Where the hell is he?!” Bobby shouted. Dean swallowed, putting his hands on his hips. Bobby dropped his hand, waiting for an answer.
“I don’t know, Bobby. I haven’t spoken to him in weeks. Last time I talked to him, he wanted to get back together, and I told him we were better off working apart,” Dean explained, turning, and looking away.
Summary:When Sam and Dean visit a witness for questioning, they’re surprised to find someone else waiting for them instead. Though they haven’t a clue of who she is, she knows them all too well…
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“Hiya sweetheart. We have a few questions to ask, so what do you say you let us in?”
Y/N looked out the crack of the door, and saw two men waiting outside. The one who had just spoken flashed her a smile as the other nudged him in the side.
She appraised them with a lifted brow. “You’re expecting me to invite two strangers into the house just like that?”
“Dean, be professional!” the taller man hissed. He turned back at Y/N and cleared his throat. “Sorry Miss, my partner is still a little hazy about the whole introductions thing.” He flashed a badge and gave a quick smile. “I’m agent Farell and this is my partner, Agent Hodgson. We’re here about the Riverside murders.”
“FBI,” Y/N nodded. “Come on in.”
She opened the door wide, and let the men follow her into the parlor. She smiled to herself when she heard them whispering behind her.
“I don’t know about this, Sammy. This house is supposed to be owned by a Mrs McGregor. The chick that let us in looks kinda young to be an 86 years old granny…”
“Maybe she’s a relative? We can’t be sure until- Dean! Put the gun away!”
Y/N turned around and smiled sweetly. “Is everything alright back there, Agents?” She sensed Sam and Dean’s caution and was pleased by their obvious discomfort. This was going to be fun…
“Everything’s just dandy,” Dean replied with a bite.
The trio made it to a brightly lit room and Y/N leaned against a table. “So, you guys wanted to talk about the Riverside killings?”
Dean glared at her with pursed lips, his hand shadowing over his holster. Y/N eyed him warily.
“That’s right,” Sam said. “But we came to see Mrs McGregor. Who are you?”
Y/N wracked her brain, trying to think of an answer. “I’m an aid,” she said quickly.
“Funny,” Dean huffed. “You see, we talked to McGregor’s son just this morning, and he told us that she lived alone.”
Y/N looked back at Sam and Dean’s darkened expressions. Both were slowly inching closer to her and teasing them suddenly wasn’t as fun as it was before.
She backed up with a nervous laugh. “Okay, confession time… my name is Y/N and I’m not an aid. You guys are Sam and Dean Winchester, right?”
Sam pulled out a silver blade as Dean cased the room. “How do you know our names?” he demanded.
Before she could respond, Dean yelled out from a far corner of the parlor. “Sam, I found Mrs McGregor!”
Y/N closed her eyes. “Oh crap,” she muttered.
“Well?” Sam asked. “Where is she?”
Dean stood up from the corner he was hunched over. “She’s dead,” he said simply.
Y/N felt her heart race and she held her hands up in surrender. “Listen, I can explain-”
“Sorry sweetheart, there’s no explaining a dead body in your house,” Dean interrupted. “Something tells me you’re not keeping it there for décor.”
“You’re a demon aren’t you?” Sam said, his eyes narrowed. He pointed his blade at her and cocked his head.
“Yes. Well, no! A demon has been behind the Riverside murders, but I’m not-”
“Good enough for me!” Dean lunged at Y/N from the right and knocked her to the ground. She gasped for air as she landed on the dense tile. She managed to push him away as she scrambled to stand.
“You need to listen to me,” Y/N said. “I’m not your enemy!” She latched onto the edge of a table, but felt a strong grip pull her back and knock her to the ground once more. She looked up and saw Sam leaning over her, his blade lifted above her chest.
She scratched at his polyester suit and looked at him pleadingly. “Sam, please. You have to believe me!”
He was just about to swing down his weapon when the front door opened with a bang. “What the hell do you idjits think you’re doing?” a voice boomed.
“Hey Bobby.” Y/N managed weakly from underneath Sam. “A little help here?”
The Winchesters turned in awe. “Bobby?” they said in unison.
“In the flesh,” the hunter huffed, bounding over with a scowl. “Boy, lower the shank and get off her before I get over there, myself.”
Sam gulped and raised himself slowly. He offered out a hand sheepishly and helped Y/N to her feet.
Dean took a few steps forward, his brows furrowed. “Alright, what are we missing here?” he asked. “She’s a demon!”
Bobby turned to him with a squint. “She ain’t no demon!” he barked. “She’s my protégé!”
Y/N cleared her throat and waved awkwardly. “Hey guys,” she said. “I’m Y/N. I’m new to the whole hunter thing, so Bobby has been helping me out.”
“When I heard you boys were working a case not far from us, I figured we’d drive over. Have you two give Y/N some pointers,” Bobby explained. “As luck would have it, we stumbled by McGregor’s home. Found her dead.”
Sam looked at Y/N and quirked a brow. “Why didn’t you tell us from the start?” he asked.
She shrugged. “I’ve heard a lot about you two, I just wanted to mess around. Test the legendary Winchesters, you know?”
“That was stupid,” Bobby said, shaking his head. “Never get on Sam and Dean’s bad side.”
“I think I get that now,” Y/N mumbled.
“So just to be clear,” Dean started, with a glint in his eye. “She’s a hunter, and not some dangerous entity from downstairs?” Bobby shot him a look of warning. “Boy-”
Dean waved him off and squeezed himself beside Y/N, pushing Sam aside. “I’ve gotta tell you, I’m so sorry about what my brother did back there. I still tried to tell him to get your side of the story before going all Ghost Face on you with the knife…” Y/N crossed her arms as Dean flashed her a bright smile.
“Are you kidding me Dean?” Sam scoffed. “You’re the one who was pulling out the gun without-”
“Shhh… Give me a second here, Sammy,” Dean hissed before turning back at Y/N. “Anyway, I know a great little bar not too far from here. Maybe we could go for drinks sometime?” He winked and pointed with a snap. “My treat.”
Y/N looked at him, trying to hide her smile. Just five minutes earlier, he was on the verge of killing her over a mistaken identity, and now here he was, flirting shamelessly. She peered over at Bobby rolling his eyes by the front door, and Sam sulking just a few steps away.
“What do you say we take care of the Riverside case first, then maybe we can talk about drinks?”
Not sparing the Winchesters another glance, Y/N squeezed Bobby’s shoulder and walked out the door. She had only discovered the world of the supernatural three months ago, but so much had happened since then. Y/N understood that life as a hunter was dangerous, but damn was it fun…
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This sort of came to me about an hour ago, so I just had to write it… Sorry if it’s a little jagged, I was in the middle of a study session then *poof* an idea. Okay, back to the books.
Oh, last thing! Their FBI names are from Supertramp…
Summary:It’s Valentine’s Day at the MOL Bunker!!! While Dean plans his usual bar hopping, Sam and Y/N stay home to spend the holiday together. Though they’re keeping their relationship a secret, Dean might be closer to catching on than they might think…
Sam and Y/N looked up from their books and turned to see Dean standing at the doorway.
“What?” They asked in unison.
Dean stepped into the library and approached the table at which Sam and Y/N were reading. He looked over the stacks of books piled up around them and rubbed the back of his neck. “Wow,” he said. “Don’t get me wrong, I dig the whole Brainiac dynamic you’ve got going on, but guys- we’re not even working a case. What the hell are you reading?”
Sam closed his book and leaned back in his chair with a stretch. “We’re taking inventory, dude. Not that you would care, but our records are in rough shape.”
“Yeah,” Y/N said, shooting Dean a pointed stare. “It seems not everyone in the bunker likes putting resources back in their place after use.”
“I’ll have to talk to Cas about that…” Dean replied sheepishly.
“So what’s up? Are you headed out?” Sam asked with a small smile.
Dean stood up and pointed at his brother with a cheerful snap of his fingers. “You know it, Sammy. I just came to say sayonara. It’s Valentine’s day and I’m feeling lucky.”
“Well, don’t let us keep you,” Y/N replied absentmindedly. She turned back at her ledgers and Sam followed suit.
Dean raised a brow and narrowed his eyes at the pair. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he remarked. “You see, you guys never let me off the hook for my little Valentine’s soirées. You always find a way to try and kill my fun with your morals or whatever.”
Sam furrowed his brows. “I’m not following,” he said earnestly.
Dean nodded his head slowly. “Listen, you guys can bluff all you like, but I know what’s going on here.”
“The only thing that’s going on here is record keeping, Dean,” Y/N huffed. “You can join us if you’d like, or you can go break a couple hearts at the local bar.”
Dean quirked a brow and turned to his brother. Sam was glancing downwards, a guilty expression on his face. “You’re not keeping secrets from me, are you Sammy?” Dean asked.
Sam’s gaze shot up. “Hmmm?”
Dean clicked his tongue at his little brother’s unspoken affirmation and backed up slowly, his hands held up in surrender. “Alright, I get it. I’m cramping your style,” he said cheekily. “I’ll just head out now. Keep doing whatever it is you guys do alone in the bunker…”
With a final smirk, Dean fetched his keys and traipsed out the Bunker’s metal doors.
Sam and Y/N sat quietly for a moment, frozen from the awkward interaction. It was Sam who finally broke the silence. “Was I being sketchy?” he asked.
Y/N put her hand over his and squeezed. “You’re the worst liar I’ve ever met, Sam Winchester. Hell yeah, you were being sketchy.”
Sam laughed and ran a hand through his hair, a wide smile on his face. Y/N grinned at his poor acting skills and leaned over the table to give him a kiss.
For the better part of a year, Sam and Y/N had been hiding their relationship from Dean and Castiel. They would steal kisses behind the library’s bookshelves, hold hands under the table, and sneak into each other’s rooms at night to talk until morning. In truth, neither knew why they were masking their affections. Dean would be thrilled at the coupling since he had been trying to get them together since Y/N first joined their circle. As for Castiel? The angel was his happiest whenever his friends found small joys in life. It seemed Sam and Y/N had simply become accustomed to keeping to themselves.
Sam grabbed the book in front of him and closed it with a thump. His nose crinkled from the specs of floating dust, and Y/N watched, amused. “So,” he coughed. “Movie?”
She gave him a thumbs up. “Sounds like a plan!”
The Winchester sat up from his seat, and pulled Y/N by the hand. She giggled as he cleared his throat, still affected by the library’s dust. He looked back at her and sniffed. “You think this is funny?” he asked, feigning annoyance.
“Just a little,” she teased.
Sam rolled his eyes. “Come on,” he pressed. “Dean’s out, so that means our Valentine’s can finally start.” He grinned and Y/N felt her heart swell as his eyes crinkled with laughter. “We’re gonna have a blast!”
The hunters scrambled to Sam’s room, both pushing past the other playfully as they raced to make it there first.
“You’re such a cheater!” Y/N hufffed when Sam rushed to the bed just seconds before her.
He lay down and raised a brow. “How is it my fault that you’re slow?”
She sat down beside him and punched his shoulder. “Okay, maybe I can’t prove it… But you’re still a cheater…”
Sam sighed and pulled Y/N closer to him, her head resting in the crook of his neck. “So what are we watching?” he asked, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
Y/N hummed happily and trailed a finger down his chest. “I don’t know,Sam. Does it matter?”
The Winchester shifted to look Y/N in the eyes. His hair was dishevelled from their race, but his breathing was steady.
“Movies are overrated, anyway,” he said softly. “Just stay with me.” Sam hooked a finger under her chin and leaned forward. She felt him smile against her lips and pulled back a moment to catch the look on his face.
“I love you, Sam,” she whispered.
He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against her own. “Say it again,” he said softly. Y/N tilted her head up and kissed him lightly. “I love you,” she repeated.
He let out a breathy laugh and leaned back to study her. “I can’t get enough of hearing you say that,” he admitted.
Y/N nodded, taking in his crooked smile. “Happy Valentine’s day, Sam Winchester,” she said.
Sam wrapped his arms around Y/N once more, pulling her against his chest. He kissed the crown of her head and held her tightly. The hunters lay together, locked in each other’s embrace, a comfortable silence passing between them.
They hadn’t been at rest for more than a few minutes when the sound of footsteps echoed suddenly in the halls.
“I KNEW IT!” a voice called from the doorway. Sam and Y/N jumped up, both reaching for the shotguns they kept holstered to their belts.
They aimed their weapons, but lowered them just as quickly.
“Dean?” Sam asked incredulously.
The elder Winchester stood tapping his foot at the front of the room, a triumphant smile on his face.
“You guys really thought you could keep this from me?” he laughed.
“Dean… were you spying on us?”
“Course not,” he said. “I just came back for my wallet. And what do I find instead? You two making out, plain as day.” Dean stepped forwards and caught Sam and Y/N in a rough embrace. “I’m so happy for you guys,” he said. “It’s about time you made it official!”
He pulled back, all smiles. “And it’s about time you finally got some action, Sammy,” he said, giving his shoulder a shake.
Sam’s cheeks reddened. He made a move to tackle his brother, but Dean was quicker, rushing out the door. “I’m calling Cas!” he yelled out from the hall with a whoop. “Hell, I’m calling everyone!”
Sam and Y/N stayed back and shared a glance, smiling at Dean’s enthusiasm.
“Why do I get the feeling that Dean is more excited about usthen we are?” Y/N chuckled.
Sam turned to her and pulled her in for one more kiss. “That’s where you’re wrong,” he said with a grin. “It’s me who couldn’t be happier.”
With the bunker finally to themselves, Sam and Y/N joined hands and set off to make the most of their Valentine’s Day, together.
@molotovedbyanangel Heyyyy!!!! omg thanks for the request, I LOVE LOVE LOVE Sam but can never really think of what to write for him!!!! Okay, I’m actually pretty happy that I got this out before the week’s end, I’m not usually so timely with… well, anything, so this was a big deal for me. I hope you enjoyed it and OOOOOH!!! I’M LOVING YOUR BLOG’S NEW THEME!!!
HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!!!
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Summary: Y/N has always dreamed of fighting alongside the Winchester brothers, but when they finally give her the chance to join the hunt, things don’t go as expected…
This is an angsty one…
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“Are you sure you’re up for this, kid?“ Dean asked, his tone laced with doubt.
Y/N crossed her arms and turned to Sam for support. "Tell him that I’m not as clueless as he thinks I am!”
“I don’t know, Y/N. Dean’s got a point. We just don’t think you’re ready for a real hunt yet. Maybe in time, with some more training?” Sam was trying to come off as earnest, but was sweating under Y/N’s pointed stare.
“I’ve been taking the backseat on every hunt for the past year,” she began slowly. “I’ve read the lore, done the research, and studied everything you two have taught me. I know what to expect!”
Dean shook his head and sighed. He fetched a beer from the cooler propped up against the car. “That’s all good in theory,” he said, cracking open the can and leaning against the Impala’s hood. “But it ain’t so clean cut in the thick of it. You’ve got book smarts, no one’s denying that, but you’re not cut out for a hands-on fight.”
Y/N felt something snap within her. Hunting was heroes work. It was a task that only the most skilled could endure. To hear the Winchesters tell her that she wasn’t a match for their lifestyle was a blow to her pride.
“I’m not asking for your permission,” she spat. “I’m not your sister and I’m sure as hell not your responsibility. I’ve been researching your cases for as long as I can remember, so it’s time you respected me as a member of the team.”
Y/N glared at the brothers, expecting them to challenge her. She was surprised by their grim silence, instead. “We do respect you,” Sam said softly. “It’s because we care about you that-”
“Forget it, Sammy,” Dean cut in. “I don’t think she understands. We’re past protecting her at this point. If this is what she wants, then let her have it.” He tossed his can across the gravel plot and stomped to the driver’s side. “We’re five miles from the wolf pack. Let’s see what you’ve got.” Dean scowled at Y/N before shutting the car door with a slam. Sam swallowed nervously and followed suit.
Although joining the brothers on a hunt was what Y/N had wanted, she felt hollow at the prospect of finally doing it. She assured herself that it would be a heroic endeavor and followed the Winchesters into the car. She knew what to expect. Everything would be fine.
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His face was scarred and bloodied. His wide eyes held the broken promise of lost innocence. “Please,” he begged. “Please, I don’t want to die…”
Y/N gripped her blade tightly as the boy cowered below its tip. “You’re a monster,” she said more to herself than to him. The boy couldn’t have been a day over nineteen, with awkward bristles patching his chin, and the soft blush of youth still coating his cheeks. He was only a boy, but he was also a werewolf. A living contradiction that Y/N needed to end.
“What are you waiting for?” Dean yelled from across the field. “Kill it!” Y/N turned to the sound of his voice. The Winchesters fought back to back, defending each other’s rears as fanged creatures clawed from every side. The moonlight cast a bright glow on the land, contrasting the crimson stains on the shadowed earth.
Feeling pressured by Dean’s instruction, Y/N focused on the young monster before her and took a hesitant stab, missing his heart entirely. He cried out with pain and gripped at the blade impaled in his shoulder. Y/N froze, fear sapping her of the strength to pull back.
“Y/N!” Sam hollered. “Finish it!” She caught a flash of Sam’s wild eyes and pulled the silver blade back by reflex. The boy dropped to the ground and clutched at his wound. His face was pale and Y/N felt nauseated.
She saw his tear stained cheeks and the helplessness of his posture. She saw a reflection of herself. Frightened. Desperate. Hopeless. She raised the bloodstained blade in her hand but felt her fingers seize. It dropped to the ground with a clatter. The metallic resonance an echo of her crazed heartbeat. She couldn’t kill him.
She dropped to her knees.
“I’m so sorry,” she breathed. “Don’t worry, I’m going to fix this.” Y/N leaned over the boy and pressed her hands against the wound to lessen the flow of blood.
She miscalculated.
The werewolf bared its fangs and lunged at her. It was a wounded animal trapped in a corner, unable to tell kindness from malice. Y/N struggled against it, her back against the dewy grass. The creature clawed at her chest, tearing streaks across her shirt. Her limbs turned to lead against the assault. She had seen the Winchesters fight foes before, but had underestimated the raw violence involved. “I’m trying to help you!” she cried. “Let me help you!”
The werewolf slashed at her with pure animal instinct. It was blind to her good intentions. It sought blood. Y/N arched her back against the grass as the creature craned forwards, its fangs grazing her neck. She pushed against its chest but lost strength as it inched closer.
“I just want to help,” she choked. The creature snarled and Y/N looked away from its yellowed eyes. Her grip against its chest faltered as her resilience dissipated. Her eyes screwed shut as she accepted the finality of what was to come.
She would not survive this hunt.
Heat slicked her cheeks. She cringed. Sam and Dean never cried. Sam and Dean never let the monsters get the better of them. Sam and Dean never lay down, accepting death.
She was not Sam or Dean.
She was not a hunter.
As these thoughts richocheted through her mind, Y/N felt the werewolf stiffen above her. She was sure that the monster had bitten her neck. In her rush, she must have stayed numb to the fatal wound. She kept her eyes closed, grateful for the painless kill.
A moment later, she heard the scrape of metal and felt the weight over her body lift.
She opened her eyes.
The werewolf boy lay dead beside her, the tip of a silver blade protruding from his heart. She turned her head and saw Sam and Dean, standing tall and bloodied above her.
Dean was glaring down at her and the kindness had left Sam’s eyes. In that moment, they were hunters. Nothing more.
She gasped when a rough hand wrapped around her wrist and pulled her up from the ground. The Winchesters stared with hardened features.
“You almost died,” Sam said. “If Dean and I hadn’t come in time, that would have been it.”
Y/N hummed a response, still disoriented. Blood hummed in her veins. She could taste metal on her tongue. The air was thick with death and Y/N shuddered in spite of herself. She was buzzing.
Her eyes darted around the grassplot. Bodies littered the ground, and when she looked down, the glazed eyes of the dead boy monster stared back. Her eyes stung and tears trickled out, leaving a hot trail in their wake. She turned to the Winchesters, hoping for comfort, but saw indifference instead. Sam and Dean were unfazed by the massacre, immune to its horror. They were hardened by their years on the road, and could offer Y/N no sympathy after she ignored their warnings.
“I only wanted to help,” she whispered, lowering her gaze to the young werewolf lying dead at her feet. “I thought I could help him…”
“Are you crazy?” Dean scoffed. “These things are monsters. They don’t need your help! In this job, you kill whatever goes bump in the night, end of story. The sooner you quit trying to be a hero, the better.” He shot her a look of disappointment and strode off.
Sam sighed. “We’re not trying to be hard on you, but this is it. You’ve hunted and seen it all. Are you satisfied?” He squeezed Y/N’s shoulder gravely and stepped past her to follow his brother.
Fled were the fantasies of hunting’s triumphs and honour. Y/N had learned the truth tonight. Hunting was a curse. A plague. A brutality. She watched as the Winchesters left her alone. She wanted to run away from them. She wanted to escape the pain, regret and humiliation she had brought upon herself. She wanted to escape the burden that weighed upon Sam and Dean Winchester.
Instead, she followed them.
She walked the stained path to the Impala and nodded at the boys up front. Moonlight glared from above. She climbed into the backseat and shut the car door with shaky hands. She listened to the rumble of the ignition and took one last glance at the remnants of her fist hunt.
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Summary: When Y/N is wounded on a hunt, Sam is the one who volunteers to patch her up. Though she never expected it to happen, a hunt gone wrong may be the only thing to shine a light on her feelings for the Winchester…
Y/N groaned as the Winchesters bickered behind her. The three hunters were spaced out in a circle, backs to each other as they held an offensive to the line of vampires coming from every corner of the warehouse. “Save the fight for the undead, you guys!” Y/N called behind her shoulder, machete poised. “This isn’t the time for your sibling rivalry!”
“You hear that, Dean?” Sam asked smugly. “She says to shut up.”
Dean ducked a stiff blow from an oncoming monster and smashed an elbow to its side. “Sammy, I swear,” he huffed. “The second we’re out of the woods, I’m gonna kill you.”
Sam rolled his eyes before slashing his blade across a vamp’s exposed neck, bringing it to its knees. “You okay back there, Y/N?” he called out.
“Looking good over here,” she gasped. “I think we’re nearly done!” Sam was turning away when he caught a flash of movement in his periphery. “Y/N!” he yelled in warning. “Vamp, nine o’clock!”
She turned to her right, startled. “I don’t see it!” Just as she pivoted around, a vampire burst out from the left and sliced her leg with a jagged steel rod.
She cried out in pain and stumbled to the ground, cutting her hands on the shards of broken glass spread across the warehouse floor. “Sam!” she called out.
Sam felt his heart lurch at the ache in Y/N’s voice and charged towards the monster that had attacked her, pushing it against the wall, and slaying it.
“That was the last one,” Dean said grimly from across the room. Sam nodded stiffly and dashed to Y/N’s side, adrenaline coursing through him. He knelt down and put an arm around her. “I’ve got you,” he said gently. “Just hold on.” He winced when she stiffened in his hold. “I’m gonna lift you up, alright?” Y/N nodded as he raised her to her feet.
“How’re you feeling?” Dean asked, walking towards the pair.
Y/N stumbled and a sharp pain shot up her leg. She cringed and pushed her weight against Sam’s side. “Not great,” she admitted. “My leg’s hurt.”
“That’s gotta sting…“ Dean whistled. “Hey, I think I saw a First Aid kit back there.” He gestured towards a dingy sitting area behind them. “Why don’t you let Sammy patch you up while I do a last scope of the place? The nest was bigger than we thought. There might be a couple stragglers hiding around.”
Sam crinkled his nose. “There were eight, Dean. I might have made a mistake before, but I’m sure about this one. There were only eight.”
Dean turned to his brother and stared at him through half lidded eyes. “I know that, genius. I’m just trying to give you two some privacy.Lord knows, you heartthrobs need it…”
Sam’s mouth twitched as his brother walked away, and Y/N felt a heat creep up in her cheeks. “So,” she said awkwardly. “First Aid kit, right?”
Sam flashed her a half smile. “Yeah,” he nodded. “Let’s go.”
The pair shuffled towards the corner, but Y/N felt her leg burn with every step. Sam listened to her shaky breaths and sighed. “Here, maybe this will help,” he said. He stopped walking and leaned down to scoop Y/N in his arms. Her hair brushed against his nose and he smiled in spite of himself.
“Woah there,” she laughed. “Maybe a bit of warning next time you decide to carry me?“
Sam snorted and shifted to look at her. “Hopefully, there won’t be a next time,” he replied.
Y/N gripped tightly at his ragged shirt and leaned her head against his shoulder. She could see Sam’s jaw twitch as he tried to suppress a smile, but said nothing about it.
“Alright,” Sam groaned. “Putting you down, now.” He lowered her onto a tall counter, and grabbed a stark, white box that was propped against the backsplash. Y/N lifted her dangling leg up a fraction and winced at the pain that followed. “Take it easy there,” Sam warned. “Let me check you out first.”
He grabbed a chair and dragged it in front of Y/N, sitting down and resting her wounded leg on his lap. He leaned over and fetched a pair of medical scissors from the kit. Y/N watched as his brows furrowed in concentration, and he turned up to look at her. “The gash is above the knee,” he explained. “I’m going to have to snip your clothes.”
She could only nod, entranced by his method and purposeful movements. For a moment, the pain in her leg subsided, all thoughts on Sam.
Taking her nod as sufficient enough consent, Sam dragged the scissors up her pant leg and cut a ring around her thigh. He studied the wound, cocking his head as he assessed the damage. “I think it looks worse than it actually is,” he noted. “You might not even need stitches. I’ll just clean it up, then Cas can do his thing back at the bunker.” He slid a hand under Y/N’s leg and swiped a gauze over the injury.
She gulped at his warm caress and felt goosebumps course over her skin. There was a subtle intimacy in the way his calloused fingertips made quick work of her wound. “I think we’re done here,” Sam said finally, wiping the sweat from his brow. Y/N’s heart swelled at the proud smile on his face, and she reached out to touch him, stopping herself just short of cupping his cheek.
He looked up and frowned at the expression on her face. “What’s wrong?” he asked her. “Is the wrapping too tight?” He let go of her leg and stood up, leaning against the counter to her right. She thought frantically of a response, not wanting to admit to ogling him. “No, it’s perfect,” she whispered. “It’s just my hands…”
She showed him the small cuts from the shards of glass, and Sam took both her hands in his own. “No problem,” he said. “There’s not much left in the kit, but maybe this’ll help.” Y/N watched as he unbuttoned his flannel and shrugged it off, revealing a snug crew neck shirt underneath. He smiled shyly before wrapping the plaid fabric around her damaged hands and tying it up as best he could.
Sam took a step back and crossed his arms against his chest. He scratched his nose and looked at Y/N expectantly. “Well?” he asked. “How’s that?” Y/N appraised his work, lifting a brow at the unconventional mend. “It feels better,” she grinned. “Thanks Sam.”
He rolled his eyes. “You think it’s crappy,” he laughed. “It’s all over your face!” He waved off Y/N’s protests and helped her off the counter.
She faltered a bit, but stood balanced when Sam supported her with a steady hold. “You ready to head home?” he asked.
She nodded. “Yeah, I think we’re done here. I’ve faced enough danger for one day.”
“You know,” Sam mused, “It didn’t have to end this way.”
“What do you mean?”
He looked at her and grinned. “Remember when I warned you about the oncoming vamp?”
“Yeah, what about it?”
“I told you nine o’clock, but you turned right.”
Y/N hesitated for a moment before his words finally struck her. “Nine o’clock was to my left!” she moaned.
Sam nudged her with an elbow. “No kidding!”
The pair laughed as they exited the warehouse, pressed against each other. When he heard the noise, Dean looked up from his spot against the Impala’s hood and smirked. “Did I miss something?”
“Nah, it’s nothing, dude,” Sam replied breathily.
Dean nodded knowingly. “Gotcha Sammy. It’s a couple’sthing, isn’t it?”
Y/N froze, silently cursing Dean for taunting his little brother. She turned to Sam, expecting him to shift his gaze away or stutter a response. Instead, she was surprised to see him raise his chin in defiance. “Yeah Dean, that’s right,” he affirmed, giving Y/N’s shoulder a squeeze. “It’s a couple’s thing.”
Dean glanced at the pair and nodded. “Good times,” he grinned, standing up and moving to the driver’s side.
“Acouple’s thing, Sam Winchester?” Y/N inquired once Dean was gone. Sam smiled sheepishly under her gaze.
"I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” he said softly.
“You didn’t,” she whispered back with a grin. “Sam, I-”
Just then, the Impala’s horn sounded. Dean beamed from inside the car, a glint in his eye. “I don’t mean to be a killjoy, but don’t we have a date with Doctor Cas? Save the cheesy confessions for after we all get patched up!”
“It’s alright, Sam,” Y/N said with a laugh. She leaned forwards and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. “We’ve got all the time in the world to talk about the couple’s thing…” She struggled to the Impala’s backseat, looking over her shoulder to flash Sam a wink. “Besides, Dean is right about seeing Cas.” She gestured towards her bandaged leg with a smile. “Your medical skills really suck.”
Sam turned back at his brother and scowled. “Would you give us a minute?”
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Serie Summary : Two best friends meet two brothers.
Pairing : Dean Winchester x Eva (OC), Sam Winchester x Emily (OC)
Warnings : Some fluff, angst, guilt
Words : 9 853
A/N : Hey ! It’s been a while but I’m back on writing this series. Another chapter is ready already and I’m working on the next one. Hope you’ll like it :)
The soft sound of guitar reached my ears and pierced through my brain, making the dream disappear. I squeezed my eyes tightly, praying to go back to sleep and get a few more hours. But unfortunately I had to get up, and go to work.
I reached for my phone, following the music until my hand found the device on the nightstand, quickly turning off the alarm, probably sending it to sing five minutes later. As I put my hand back on the mattress and buried the side of my face in the pillow, I felt something move besides me. Then a growl.
“Fuck…”
I immediately opened my eyes, only meeting darkness and wondering who had just spoken. Then my brain quickly connected the dots.
Dean had stayed with me last night. And for once, until morning.
I didn’t have time to move before his hand reached for my waist and brought my body closer to his. I gladly let him.
“What the hell was that?” He growled in my ear, his voice lower and a bit broken with sleep. Like a bear waking up from hibernation. I couldn’t help but chuckle.
“My alarm. I have to get up.” I explained and felt him shake his head behind me.
The hunter let his hand wander on my side before finding my belly like he had last night, bringing me even closer to him. I didn’t fight because being close to Dean was becoming something I really enjoyed, so I once again let him. But then I remembered I had to go to work and therefore get up from the bed, wake up Emily and get ready in order to leave at 5:00.
So I sighed and tried to move away from him but he tightened his grip on me, refusing to let me move.
“Dean…” I started but he quickly cut me off, putting the top of his head on my neck.
“Five more minutes.” He said and sounded like a child, complaining about waking up because he had to go to school.
I smiled at this and tried to talk again, explaining to him that I really had to get up and get ready.
“I’m sorry, I would love to but I really have to get up. But you can stay in bed, you know.” I told him even though what I truly wanted was to stay here with him. The pain in my eyes from the lack of sleep was intense and my whole body was tired, screaming at me to stay in bed and sleep seven more hours. Even more if it was in Dean’s arms.
But once again, Dean disagreed and spoke behind me.
“Come on, five more minutes won’t kill you. I sleep better with you.” He confessed in a whisper, as if it had just slipped away from him and he hadn’t meant to say it. I stopped my movements, letting his words sink before grinning at the idea of Dean sleeping better when I was with him.
So I decided to let him have his five more minutes and rested my head on the pillow. The hunter nuzzled behind me and I sighed, enjoying the gesture. I wouldn’t have guessed that Dean Winchester, the hunter of monsters and savior of the apocalypse, was a big cuddler but I sure enjoyed it. Being a cuddler myself, I surely didn’t mind the physical touch.
I gently put my hand on his forearm disappearing under the covers and the hem of my shirt. The feeling of his warm skin under my fingertips was something quickly addicting. And when his warm breath landed on my neck, some shivers awakened on my body.
“What time is it anyway?” He mumbled, as if his mouth was barely opened.
I moved away to grab my phone again and immediately squinted, the light burning my eyes. I heard Dean growl behind me and I finally saw the time, making me sigh loudly.
“4:37 a.m.” I told him, putting the phone back on the nightstand, knowing the alarm would ring again in two minutes but still decided to enjoy those two minutes left.
“It’s way too early.” The hunter complained and I couldn’t agree more.
“I know…” I said back and brought the cover up to our bodies, the brown sheet resting on the top of my shoulder.
I closed my eyes again and having them shut made me fall back asleep almost instantly. The warmth of the covers and the body next to me created a pleasant cocoon I wanted to stay in forever. I felt calm, I felt safe, I felt good. My brain quickly started to shut, ready to let me dream again for a few seconds when Dean brought me closer to him in a sudden movement, pressing his chest to my back and his lower body to mine, his nose hidden in my hair. One of his legs slightly found its way between mine and his crotch gently met the small of my back, allowing me to feel his morning wood pressing from the down of my spine to the line between my ass cheeks. Before I could suppress it, a gasp of surprise passed my lips at the feeling.
Almost immediately, Dean moved away a little, putting some space between his morning wood and my body before speaking.
“Sorry for poking you.”
I smiled at this, loving how he was apologizing for this even if he was spending his whole time being cocky and teasing me. I slowly bit my lip, trying to not think about Dean having an erection next to me but my brain was too foggy and the filters to my mouth weren’t activated yet.
So I replied.
“Don’t be. It’s normal, isn’t it?”
Then quickly added.
“Or are you just really happy to see me?” I teased and immediately felt Dean snorting behind me.
“Not even fully awake and you already have a filthy mouth.” He said, not hiding the smile and playfulness in his voice. I laughed loudly, quickly bringing my hand to my mouth, covering the sounds.
Dean chuckled too and I turned around, laying on my back, trying to perceive his face in the darkness. The light in the hallway didn’t allow me to see much, especially since he had his back to it but I could still catch a glimpse of his smile. I didn’t know if he could see me blushing, both because of my own comment and because he was in a bed with me after spending the night here, a bulge in his boxer and his arm around my waist. But I hoped he couldn’t because the more I thought about those facts the more I liked them and the more I was reddening.
Dean was about to say something, starting to open his mouth when my phone rang again, making me flinch in surprise. The hunter sighed and growled again.
“Let it ring.” Dean said, laying on his back too and his left hand left my body, taking his warmth with him. He rubbed his face with his hands and let one wander to his hair.
If I could save time in a bottle The first thing that I’d like to do
I knew I had to turn off the alarm but I wanted to watch him a bit more, enjoying this moment a bit more, before he had to leave the room and pretend nothing had ever happened, just like all of our kisses.
Is to save everyday ‘til eternity passes away Just to spend them with you
Emily’s POV:
All I could feel was warmth. Such a warmth. But also tiredness and pain in my eyes.
I tried to turn around as my dream slowly faded away but something around my body and on my back kept me in place. I froze, trying to open my eyes but quickly decided otherwise when I felt the pain in them. Like I had cried them out the night before.
Then everything came back to me. I had indeed cried. And in front of Sam.
I wanted to slap myself, to run away, to hide forever and never face anyone ever again as regret invaded my mind. I wanted to punch myself, scream and disappear as shame made itself known. A feeling of disgust and guilt took place in my stomach and I closed my eyes tightly, praying for it to go away and leave me alone.
How could I have been so stupid?
Then a sound reached my ears.
Bum-bump. Bum-bump. Bum-bump.
A heartbeat. There was a heartbeat under me and I was now sure the weight and strength holding me were arms. And the warmth on the small of my back was without doubts hands. And it could only be one’s arms and hands.
Sam’s.
The war in my head began. As much as I was regretting showing him how lonely and horrible I had felt, another part of me loved this feeling of safety and comfort that being in his arms was giving me. His warmth wrapped around me creating a serenity and I’d never felt such a pleasant sensation.
But I couldn’t stay here, I couldn’t stay in Sam’s arms. I couldn’t feel what I was feeling when I was laying on top of him and hugging him. I couldn’t feel what I had felt when he said I was everything he looked for in a woman. I couldn’t feel what I had felt when he had kissed me. I couldn’t feel all this because I didn’t deserve it. I didn’t deserve a man like him. I didn’t deserve anything good. Not me.
I felt a pain in my chest, like my heart was tightening and no blood could come in anymore. My blood started to boil in my veins. The anger, mostly towards myself, increased and I just wanted to be alone.
I pictured myself pushing Sam’s arms and the cover away, leaving the room without looking back. But a part of me, the hopeful and weak part of me, refused to break the little bubble I was in. So I stayed frozen, trying as hard as I could to stop my mind from thinking about where I was and instead tried to find a way to leave without waking Sam up. Tried to find a way to leave that perfect but terrifying bubble.
Eva’s POV:
I finally turned around, stopped the song, and blindly searched for the switch on the nightstand. When I felt the button under my fingers, I slightly turned my head towards Dean.
“Watch out for your eyes.” I told him and he didn’t have time to finish his “What?” before I turned on the light.
Dean growled and I immediately narrowed my eyes at the sudden light, trying to adjust them to the brightness. I properly sat on the bed and ran my hands on my face, trying to erase every ounce of sleep left, knowing nothing would be completely gone until 10:30 a.m. I stretched my body, raising my hands towards the sky as far as I could before letting them fall on my lap again, yawning loudly.
To say I was tired was an understatement.
I slowly turned around to face the older Winchester and spotted him rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. I couldn’t help but think he was adorable. When he stopped, he raised his head and his green eyes found my brown ones. A wave of embarrassment reached my whole body and I broke eye contact, turning my head.
My eyes landed on the stuffed lion and I couldn’t repress the little smile that spread my lips. It was so sweet, so cute of a gift and I liked it even more as the freaking vessel of an archangel had bought that for me on my birthday. Dean technically wasn’t anyone and yet he had offered me a stuffed animal because he was afraid I wouldn’t like his other present.
I felt the bed moving, breaking my thoughts and I turned my head towards the movement, seeing the hunter straightening in the bed and putting his back against the headboard. I looked at him casually sitting in my bed and decided to get up in order to wake Emily up. When I pushed the covers away from my legs I was glad I wasn’t like my best friend and wasn’t always sleeping in t-shirts and panties even in winter. Therefore I wasn’t too embarrassed when I got up from the bed and tidied up my hair in a bun before turning to Dean again.
“I’m gonna go wake up Em’. You can stay here if you want, even go back to sleep.” I told him, offering a smile and he smirked.
“I’m starting to think you want me to ask you to stay in bed with me by mentioning it all the time. Is that what you want? Because I wouldn’t mind.” He asked, raising his eyebrows, his smirk not disappearing.
The cocky Winchester was now awake.
I felt my cheeks burning, every ounce of self-control not activated yet and I looked away in a not so subtle gesture, frowning.
“Shut up.” I told him before opening the door and heading to my best friend’s room, hearing him chuckle far away.
When I reached the eighteen number, I gently ran my knuckles on the wooden door before slowly opening it, letting the light of the hallway illuminate the room inch by inch.
“Hey, Em’. Time to wake up.” I kindly told her and walked to the bed but only found it empty.
I froze a second, looking in the room as if she was hiding in a corner but she wasn’t. I assumed she had woken up before me and was maybe taking a shower even though she was more the kind to take them in evenings or during the day; so I walked to the nearest bathroom. When I reached it, no light was piercing under the door and no sounds could be heard.
I tried to not worry too early in the morning and decided to check the kitchen. Maybe she was feeling like making breakfast at 4:30 a.m. I walked in front of the opened door of my room and caught Dean still sitting in the bed at the corner of my eyes.
The cold floor of the bunker froze my feet and I regretted not putting socks on but I ignored this feeling when I entered the empty and dark kitchen. I frowned and started to really wonder where my best friend could have go in the middle of the night.
“Em’?” I tried while walking to the library, hoping to find her in the room full of books but still nothing.
“Emily?” I tried again, entering the war room.
Nothing.
I hurried to my bedroom, hoping that Dean could help me in my research for the brown haired lady.
When I entered the room, he was already half standing from the bed and he furrowed his eyebrows when he saw me, stopping his movements.
“What?” He asked, his voice already changing into his normal tone.
I raised my hands in confusion.
“I can’t find her anywhere.” I told him, trying not to panic and forcing my mind to stay clear and calm. But the last time she had disappeared, a vampire half drank all her blood and we had to call an angel to save her life.
Dean immediately got up and bent to grab his jeans laying on the floor. He quickly put his legs in the holes but I had the time to see the bulge in his black boxer before his hands buckling his belt covered it. I looked away because I knew I shouldn’t have looked but I was sure he had caught me staring.
Thankfully he didn’t comment on that and walked with determination to his brother’s door.
With a strong fist he quickly knocked below the number twenty-one and didn’t wait for any answer from his little brother as he widely opened the door.
“Sam! We’re looking for…”
Dean stopped talking and froze when he turned on the light on the right, illuminating the whole room. He snorted loudly and I pushed him away a little so I could see what he was seeing. When I did, my mouth formed an ‘o’ and I raised my eyebrows in surprise.
“Well, 'found her.” The older Winchester said and I pinched my lips, seeing my best friend on top of the younger hunter.
Sam immediately brought the covers closer to their bodies in order to cover them but I got a glimpse of them and saw they were both still wearing clothes. Or at least shirts. Not that I would have minded, it wasn’t any of my business and I would have been more than happy for her if she had had a great night.
My gaze met her blue eyes and they were a bit puffed like she hadn’t slept much. Emily tried to move away from Sam, turning her face the other way so we couldn’t see her face. Dean crossed his arms, resting his body against the doorway.
“Well, well, did you two lovebirds have a great night?” He asked with a teasing smirk and Sam glared at him.
“Go away!” He shouted at his brother and Dean chuckled.
Emily, on the other hand, took the opportunity of Sam being distracted by his brother to move to the other side of the bed. Her back completely facing us, Sam straightened in the bed and moved his body in a protective gesture towards Emily. It was only at this moment that I realized that whether something had happened or not last night, she must have felt completely embarrassed by Dean and I’s presence.
“Come on Sammy, you know I’m your top one supporter.” The older brother winked at the one in the bed and Sam sent him a death glare this time, clenching his jaw. Silently telling him to get out.
Unlike Dean, or maybe he had just decided to ignore his brother, I got the message. So I grabbed his arm and pulled him towards me, before closing the door behind us, giving them some privacy.
Dean took a step back and looked at me with incomprehension, raising his eyebrows.
“What?” He asked, his voice a little high and I rolled my eyes, letting my hand fall from his arm.
“Really Dean?” I shook my head at him and he shrugged like he hadn’t done anything wrong.
I sighed and grabbed his wrist to guide him to the kitchen.
“I’m all about teasing those two idiots, really, it’s one of my favorite activity. But you can’t just burst into the room and make fun of them like that while we don’t know if they even did anything.” I told him, hoping I wasn’t appearing as I was lecturing him.
Dean let me bring him to the kitchen, chuckling while I talked and stopped me in front of the entrance.
“I’m sorry Sweetheart but you can’t prevent me from teasing my little brother. I’ve done that since he was born and I won’t stop just because you say so.” He said, a smile on his face and he wasn’t wrong.
“I’m not telling you to stop making fun of Sam, I’m just saying : let them be. It will be funnier to tease them when we catch them making out in the kitchen than now when we just speculate about it.” I told him and something passed in his green eyes, darkening them for a second.
I frowned but quickly realized we were the one we had actually made out in the kitchen and that Sam had teased me about it. He had without any doubt done the same to his brother.
Feeling myself blush at the memory, I lowered my head to avoid his gaze. My eyes fell on my hand still on Dean’s arm and quickly dropped my hand, breaking the physical touch between us.
I crossed my arms, hiding my hands under my armpits and turned away from him. I hadn’t paid attention to the way I was touching Dean more and more. But now I was remembering every time I had touched him in any way. And for me, letting my hands wander without even thinking about it on another human, without any thoughts behind, meant only one thing : I really liked that person.
Emily’s POV:
I wanted to die.
I wanted to run away, so far away where nobody knew me. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. I wanted to just disappear. I wanted to curl up and cry myself to death. I wanted to scream, yell, break a wall, break my hand, break a face.
I shut my eyes tightly and turned my hands into fists, my nails pressed against my palms. Taking a deep breath, I was about to get up and quickly leave this room when I felt a hand on my back. I tensed and quickly moved away, getting up faster than I had intended to.
“Emily I’m sorry.” Sam said, his voice a bit broken by the sleep.
This was the last thing I wanted to hear. He was sorry. Of course he was sorry. Sorry about last night, sorry for myself, sorry because he didn’t want to get caught with me.
Who would?
“Dean is a jerk.” He said, maybe in an attempt to make me feel better. But it only made it worse.
“It doesn’t matter.” I immediately told him, trying to end the conversation as quickly as possible.
Without even looking at Sam, I walked to the door and put my hand on the handle, ready to leave and never come back. But the younger Winchester decided otherwise and straightened in the bed.
“Emily, stop.” He said and with the hard tone he used I couldn’t not stop. But I didn’t turn around, not wanting to see his face.
“It matters to me. I’m not sorry he saw us, I’m sorry he’s an idiot.” He explained and I let a dark chuckle out.
“Yeah, sure.”
Sam could say everything he wanted, I was too ashamed to listen to him. I could feel my breath quickening and starting to be deeper and deeper. My blood boiled in my veins, the anger towards myself increasing.
How could I have let him see me like this? I was so weak last night, it will never happen again.
But also the anger towards Eva for not being there for me when I needed it. Causing me to cry in Sam’s arms.
God I had cried in his arms. What an idiot, Emily!
“Please Emily, don’t regret last night. You shouldn’t. It was okay to come to me for help, it will always be. I want to be here for you.” He told me and I closed my eyes for a second before taking a deep breath and turning to him.
I froze a second at his kind face, his sweet smile and his hair a bit messy by sleep. But quickly the rage inside of me eradicated any kind of attraction for him. My brain deciding to simply erase the kind and reassuring words he had told me last night, I shook my head at him.
“No. It should have never happened. Ever. I’m fine, I don’t need your help. I don’t need anyone’s help. You shouldn’t have seen me like this. It will never happen again.” I said, my voice not making room for arguments. But apparently Sam decided otherwise and started to get out of the bed.
I took a step back, trying to be as further away from him as possible.
“Well I’m happy I could be here for you. It’s okay to need help Emily and more importantly I’m willing to be this help for you.” He gently told me, trying to convince me but I was too stubborn to let him get to me.
“No. I always handled it alone, I’ll continue to. I don’t need you, I don’t need anyone. So, just, forget it. Forget everything.” I lied.
I lied because I had too much pride to accept the fact I needed help. To accept letting myself be from time to time. To accept showing my tears and weakness to someone. It had taken me a lot of time to let Eva see all of this and there were still moments where I hid things from her.
Once again, Sam seemed to disagree with me and he walked to me. I took another step back but he trapped me between his torso and the door.
I raised my head and chin high to show him I wasn’t afraid or intimidated by him but deep down I just wanted to leave. Sam tried to make eye contact with me but it had always been something difficult for me. I couldn’t look at someone for more than two seconds in the eyes, I didn’t like it.
Therefore, I quickly looked away from his gaze, hoping the way I was holding myself was going to do the trick.
“I don’t believe you. See, I told you last night that you were just like Dean and this conversation proves it even more.” He started and I raised my arms in frustration, sighing loudly.
“Stop comparing me to your brother!” I started to raise my voice and I saw him take a deep breath.
Maybe I was finally getting on his nerves. Good, it was easier to make him hate me than letting him see how I felt deep inside.
“Stop pushing me away! Let me in, Emily. I want the good and the bad so let me be here for you! And you want me to forget everything? Forget that you saved my life? Forget the late night conversations? Forget how your hand felt in mine when I taught you how to play darts? Forget the date we had? Forget the kisses we shared? I’m sorry, but I can’t do that.” Sam said, his mouth letting quick and deep breaths out. His firm chest raising with each one of them.
A feeling of guilt hit me in the stomach but I still couldn’t let him get to me. So I clenched my jaws and made an effort to look at him in the eyes.
“Yes, Sam. Forget all of this. It was a mistake.” I told him, sounding as confident as I could ever be.
But the hunter took another step and I couldn’t get away from him anymore. Then he put his large hands on the skin of my arms, making me shiver without my consent. I froze when he bent to have a better look at me. His face was so close to mine it felt like we were breathing each other’s air.
“Was it, really? Because it sure as hell doesn’t feel like it. Stop pushing me away, stop trying because it won’t work. I want to be here for you and you can’t do anything about it. You are not alone in this and even if you try to hide it , I know you feel it too.” He said, his voice getting a bit lower the more he talked.
His fingers grazed my skin and it felt like electricity was suddenly passing through every one of my muscles. The tears tried to reach my eyes but I couldn’t let them.
So I inhaled and shook my head at the tall human.
“Don’t do this, Sam. Don’t do this to yourself. It’s pathetic.” I told him and managed to push him away, escaping from his embrace and quickly opened the door.
“Emily, please!” He called but I was already heading to the bathroom to take a shower, trying to drown my pain and all those feelings as much as I could.
Eva’s POV:
Dean and I were just finishing making a pot of coffee for everyone when Sam entered the kitchen. His hair was a bit of a mess but after passing his large hands in it, spreading the locks and brushing them slightly, everything was mostly in order. The hunter looked tired and a bit upset but I didn’t dare ask anything. But Dean didn’t seem to think the same.
“So, Sammy. Care to share with the class?” The older brother teased the other man and Sam gave him a bitch face, glaring at him.
His eyes weren’t laughing at all, not an ounce of a smirk or a blush. Nothing. He only stared at his brother with a dark look.
“Shut up.”
It was simple but so out of character for Sam. For the time I had spent with him I had never heard him curse and if he did, I was always in a funny way, a joke, a tease. But this ‘Shut up’ was harsh, quick and Dean froze at it. Maybe he wasn’t really used to his brother being so firm either.
All I knew was that the older man didn’t add anything and let the taller one walk to the fridge in silence.
Watching Sam pass through the room, my eyes met Dean’s and both of us were surprised, wondering what had happened last night or this morning.
Emily’s POV :
The shower didn’t really help aside from finally being alone with myself.
I let myself internally scream but quickly got out of the hot water and avoided the mirror as much as I could. I put my work’s clothes and with every step I took towards the kitchen, I closed myself more and more. So the moment I stepped into the room, I felt numb but stayed polite even if the only thing I desired was to leave this place as soon as possible.
Eva sent me some confused looks and I tried to avoid her gaze as much as I could. Sam’s too. And of course Dean’s but surprisingly he didn’t make another joke or insinuation about what could have happened between his brother and I. Maybe Eva had talked to him about this, maybe not. I didn’t care. Or maybe I cared too much. It didn’t matter, I was only glad no one was speaking about it. No one was speaking at all actually.
Eva quickly left me with the brothers after mentioning going to take a shower and no one replied to it besides Dean who mentioned she could use his shampoo or whatever. I didn’t really care what she did or not today. I was hurt. I had been hurt. And now I needed time to move on from this.
When she came back, the tension between all of us didn’t decrease. More the opposite. No one really talked and I wasn’t looking at anyone. The memories of the night before stuck in my mind and already haunting me.
Eventually Eva cleared her throat and I glanced at her.
“So, thanks for last night guys. It was really nice and pleasant, thank you. And tell Cas again I liked having him here last night. We should head back or we’re going to be late for work and all. But we should definitely do that again, it had been too long since we had seen each other.” She said and maybe a part of me should have agreed, maybe a part of me should have felt the same way but I refused to say or show anything.
“You’re welcome and we’ll tell him.” Sam answered and Eva gave him a little smile. I was sure she could feel the tension too.
“Alright, I think we should go.” She repeated, playing with her hands.
“Yeah, we don’t want you to be late.” Dean said back and they both started to walk towards the corridors, probably to take Eva’s bag on the way to the garage.
I heard Sam take a deep breath and I quickly escaped the room to go get my things and avoid talking to him again this morning. It wasn’t fair but I couldn’t face him.
Eva’s POV :
After I hugged both the brothers to tell them goodbye, Emily and I headed to Topeka. I took the wheels and Emily looked outside the window the second I started the engine. I waved at the boys but she didn’t, preferring looking ahead of her instead of behind.
The radio was on but the sound was very low, making the silence in the car too present. I didn’t pay attention to the song playing in the background but to my silent best friend next to me.
Even though I was the one driving, I shifted in my seat, trying to ease the weird tension in the air. But as much as I moved or glanced at the girl next to me, nothing changed. She was still quiet. So, deciding I had enough of this heavy silence between us and wanting to understand what could possibly be wrong, I cleared my throat and asked her.
“So, you slept in Sam’s room?”
Emily sighed and I felt her tense on my right. It wasn’t the smartest move I had made.
“I don’t really feel like talking.” She simply said but I could hear in her voice the anger rising and something else, maybe pain.
I stole a glance at her again and she wasn’t looking at me but at the early sunset. Unfortunately for her, I knew Emily too well and she didn’t just don’t feel like talking, at least not this time, something was clearly bothering her. Or more like eating her from the inside. And a part of me knew, felt that it was my fault. Or at least partly.
I wanted to let it go and leave her in peace but I felt this weight in my chest, like a bad feeling, a warning of something being wrong. So I gulped, opening my mouth a few times before taking the courage to ask the question burning my tongue.
“You don’t feel like talking or talking to me?” I softly told her, unsure of the question once it passed my lips. But it was too late, the words had come out and when Emily only turned her head to look at me, I knew it was the wrong question. Or maybe it was the right one but I wasn’t going to like the answer.
And when she didn’t say anything, only turning her body so she could look through the window, I knew her answer : she didn’t want to talk to me.
I felt my eyes watering, feeling the guilt and worry in my chest and stomach, but quickly tried to bury them, at least while I was driving. The last thing we needed was to have a car accident.
When we arrived at the hospital, Emily practically jumped out of the car, barely looking at me and I knew something had been damaged.
The heavy silence, the guilt increasing in my stomach, her red and tired eyes, the way she ignored me and spent the whole ride with her hands into fists ; I knew I had screwed up. It couldn’t have been only a bad night, one we worked on for years. It wasn’t her only raging against herself. It wasn’t an inner war about what she could feel towards Sam. Maybe it could be a bit of three but this feeling in my whole body made it clear it was my fault or that if I had paid more attention, it wouldn’t have been that bad. It had happened before, I had screwed up before, not being here for her at the right time or place. I knew she was disappointed, hurt and angry and I knew it was because I hadn’t been there for her when she needed it. She had every right to and I hated myself for it.
Once I reached the bar, I knew the day was going to be long and painful, the awful feeling of guilt heavy on my shoulders. I was the one opening the bar, and the first to welcome people in here so I had to put on a happy face and at least be nice to customers. But all I wanted was to cry and apologize to my best friend, over and over.
I turned on the light and prepared the room. Once all the chairs were on the floor and the door unlocked, I stepped behind the counter and sighed, already wanting the day to end.
Emily’s POV :
The second my shift ended, I hurried to the exit and left the hospital. I didn’t want to stay in the cold but I didn’t want to go home just yet either. So I decided to walk to the apartment, purposely freezing my nose, cheeks and hands, hoping that it would freeze my whole body.
Sam had texted me while I was at work but I didn’t answer him. I couldn’t answer him. I just ignored his text asking me if everything was alright for me. I didn’t want to lie to him this time so I chose to not answer instead of saying it was all good.
The more I walked, the more I remembered the previous night. All I wanted was to forget this whole evening, about my best friend being with a guy instead of helping me, Sam seeing me at my worst and comparing me to his brother. But I knew it wasn’t fair to them. Because it had been Eva’s birthday and if she wanted to sleep with Dean she had every right to, I even liked them together so why was I so angry? Maybe I was jealous. No, I wasn’t jealous of my best friend but I sure hoped I could act like her with Sam without feeling like I wasn’t legit to feel and have those kinds of things.
Sam had said such nice and reassuring things last night, but yet I didn’t believe any of them in the morning. Sometimes, making me believe things was hard. I didn’t take compliments seriously because I didn’t believe they could be true, at least not when they were said to me. I wanted to be loved and cherished but I didn’t allow myself to feel for people or even let them come closer to me, so even thinking of some kind of emotional attachment was scaring me. If I let Sam see the real me, if I let myself feel for him, I could get hurt, I could be disappointed because of my expectations of people and how they should act with me, I knew that.
I looked up and saw the building in front of me, I hadn’t even realized I had walked all the way to the apartment already. I took a deep breath and opened the door, deciding to take the stairs, running, trying to evacuate all my anger and frustration.
When I arrived at the front door, I was – for once – glad Eva was still working and wouldn’t be here for another hour. It was in moments like those that I wished we weren’t living in the same place. I loved her and being roommates with her was a blessing but I couldn’t just let it all out in all the rooms when I needed to. So I walked to my bedroom and started to scream as loudly as I could in the nearest pillow. I needed to let it out, to let it all out. So I started to punch my headboard until I felt myself cry from anger.
Eva’s POV :
I didn’t even turn on the radio in the car on my way back.
The silence was better, it helped me realize that I was a horrible friend, that I had let down my best friend, one of the people I loved the most on earth. That I had spent the whole evening waiting for a guy to come back so I could see him on my birthday instead of paying attention to her. I had ignored all the signs and now, I was terrified of what was next.
I parked the car and before going to the apartment, I let myself cry a little. Hating hurting her, hating worrying about the consequences, I let some warm tears fall down my cheeks. Once I felt like my emotions were calmer, I nervously walked to the building, worried about how it was going to be between us tonight, or the day after. I just hoped we could talk and figure it out.
I opened the door of the apartment and didn’t see Emily. I took a deep breath and slowly walked in the room, trying to figure out where she was.
I walked around the apartment, not a sound was coming from her room but I spotted the light under the door frame. I took a deep breath and raised my hand to knock on her door, wishing we could talk even though I was anxious about the conversation that could come out of it.
Slowly, I knocked on the wooden door and after some time I heard a quiet “yes” behind the door. I shyly opened it, revealing my best friend sitting on the floor. She was a bit out of breath, like she had worked out or screamed a lot. And when my eyes fell on her red fists, my chest felt heavier.
It was worse than I expected.
“Hey…” I whispered while entering the quiet room.
I walked to my friend and sat next to her on the floor. I wanted to say something. I wanted to tell her I was sorry but I knew it wasn’t the right time to do so. Sometimes Emily didn’t want to hear me apologize, so I prevented myself from doing it.
I tried to find the right words, I wanted to ask her what had happened last night, I wanted to ask what was going on with Sam but I didn’t know where to start so I asked her.
“Do you feel like talking?”
A silence followed my question and I mentally cursed myself. It was definitely stupid to ask that.
Then she spoke up.
“I wasn’t really mad at you, Eva. More at myself.” She quickly said and I nodded slightly.
“But I did something, didn’t I?” I softly tried and I saw her taking a deep breath like I was somehow right but didn’t want to tell me.
“Or maybe I didn’t do something…” I completed and she glanced at me, clenching her jaw before looking away
This time I was right.
“Emily, please tell me what happened. I can see something has really upset you.” I told her and she sighed, her face closing. I didn’t want to upset her even more but sometimes we just need to let it out to feel better.
After hesitating for a while, she straightened and looked everywhere but at me.
“Yesterday was a bad day and last night even worse.”
I didn’t reply anything, observing if she wanted to add something or not. She did.
“I came to you, Eva. I was able to walk to your room and open the door but… you weren’t there. I mean, you were in the room but not alone. I saw Dean with you so I turned around and left.” She quickly explained and I shut my eyes tightly for a second.
If I hadn’t asked Dean to stay with me, Emily would have told me what was going on and maybe even feel better. But I had been selfish and I had told him it was a birthday request.
“I’m so sorry… I should have been available for you. I shouldn’t have asked him to… you know, even if he was there you could have woke me up. I told you I was here for you and I meant it. I would have kicked him out of the room and listened to you.” I tried to explain to her, meaning it, but she immediately shook her head, her eyes finding mine.
“Eva, stop, don’t be stupid. You were clearly cuddling with him. I wasn’t going to come in and ruin the moment for my own little problem. Which isn’t even a problem, really. So no. No way I was going to let you kick him out just to listen to me complain.” She told me, denying struggling with her own mind.
I was ready to answer when she added.
“Plus it was your birthday. I wasn’t going to spoil it.”
I shook my head, disagreeing with her and tried to reach out to her. Once my hands were on her forearm, I talked.
“We don’t care what day it is. If it’s on my birthday, a date or the day before a big event. I don’t care what day it is or with who I am. You need me, you tell me. I don’t want you to think that you can’t talk to me when we are with the brothers. Alright?”
Emily slightly nodded, letting me know she had heard me but making me understand that she wasn’t going to agree right away. So the only thing I could do was hope that my words were going to stay with her and that next time she’d feel this way she wasn’t going to hesitate coming to me.
“And what you’re going through isn’t nothing, Emily. Do you wanna tell me what you were going to tell me last night?” I tried and she stayed silent for a moment.
I thought she wasn’t going to tell me – something I could have understood – but after the moment of silence, she took a breath and started.
Emily explained to me what had happened last night. How she had felt awful the whole day and that the little voice wouldn’t shut up. How after seeing Dean next to me, she had left and was ready to take care of it alone in her room. How she had came across Sam and how he had opened his arms and room for her. But also the morning after where she pushed him away so violently she doubted he would ever want to speak to her again.
I was convinced that Sam wasn’t going to ignore her, he seemed more stubborn than that but the way she explained it, it really seemed like she had been a bit mean to him. I was sure that if she talked to him and explained what had happened, he would understand but it was harder than that for my best friend. It was hard to let the walls down, let people hear her fears and I honestly understood. But the last thing I wanted was for her to miss a great love story because of this.
I listened to her the whole time, not interrupting, then told her I was proud of her for accepting Sam’s offer last night, even if she had acted the way she had this morning.
But as much as I was glad Sam had been here for her, the guilt in my belly didn’t go away. My mind was racing with my best friend not feeling good at all yesterday and the fact that I had slept with Dean, therefore letting her down when she needed me.
I knew I needed to make it up to her. And to do better in the future, I needed to be a better friend.
Once Emily finished letting out everything she needed to say, I finally told her I was sorry and apologized for not being here. She told me it was okay even though I was sure it wasn’t and it would take some days for the air to become clear again between us. Deep down I knew she wasn’t going to stop talking to me but sometimes I was afraid she was going to. But we also needed a little time to move on from discussions like those.
Her stomach growled and I let a little smile reach my lips. None of us had really eaten the whole day so we decided to call the delivery guy and we got our burgers in the next twenty minutes.
We didn’t really talk while eating but when we went to bed, with only a glance at each other I made her understand I didn’t want us to sleep in separate rooms. Therefore, I offered Emily to sleep with her and thankfully she agreed. I told her I was going to unpack my bag and take a shower while she was getting ready too. Or maybe it was a way to let her reconsider her decision if she felt like it.
After my shower, while folding my sweater in my wardrobe, the stuffed lion in my bag fell on the floor.
I picked it up and kept it in my hands, remembering how I felt with Dean but also kind of regretting spending the night with him. I felt selfish and that was the worst thing I could feel. It was making me feel guilty and I had a hard time letting go of that feeling.
“What’s that?”
A voice asked behind me and I flinched at the sudden sound, almost making the stuffed animal fall again. I turned to her and I swallowed before handing her the soft lion. She took it and looked at it.
“One of Dean’s gifts.” I answered and her eyebrows rose.
“Oh that’s right. I didn’t even ask you what he had gotten you for your birthday.” She said and I shook my head, stopping her.
“No, it’s okay. Really. It’s not important.”
“So, he spent the whole day out for this?” She continued and it wasn’t judgmental, more surprised.
I nodded and started to play with my hands, embarrassed by the whole situation.
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry I spent the night with him instead of being there for you.” I finally said and Emily gave me the plush back.
“It’s okay, I understand. It was your birthday and I know that you really like him. It was kinda cute to see you both in the bed, actually. And he offered you a fluffy lion. Definitely cute.” She nicely answered and I blushed at her words.
“Still, I should have been here for you. I’m sorry.” I whispered and put the animal on the bed.
“I know you are. But it’s done now. So let’s move on, okay?”
I knew she meant she didn’t want to spend the whole night talking about this anymore but also that I needed to do better, that she expected me to do better. And I wanted to, I was going to. I nodded and raised my head to look at her. She offered me a little smile and I gave her one back. I quickly walked to her and took her in my arms, hugging her with all my love.
“I’ll do better. I love you.” I told her and I felt her nod, hugging me back. Then she let go of me and I told her I would join her in a minute.
After putting my pajamas on, I took my phone and joined my best friend in her bed. Lifting the covers I laid beside my best friend. She turned around, her back facing me and I got the message.
That night, I was going to be the big spoon.
Once we were all settled, I brought the covers up our bodies and wrapped my arms around her, in an attempt to hold her like I should have last night. My hand found her arms and I started to draw some lines on them, giving her the comfort I could offer her and after a while she put her hand on my wrist, letting her fingers wander on the silver chain around it.
“That’s new.” She whispered and I gulped, feeling like I shouldn’t talk about how happy I had felt last night, the kiss Dean and I had once again shared or even how I was realizing that I liked him a lot. But I felt like I shouldn’t brag about those things when Emily had cried her eyes out all night.
“Eva?”
Her voice reached my ears and cut my thoughts. I slightly cleared my throat and answered her.
“Yeah… it’s… it’s from Dean again. It has the Flux Capacitor on it.” I casually explained, trying to not sound so excited but Emily tried to turn around and face me.
“Wow. I always make fun of his so-called charm but the guy actually knows what to get you to make you happy.” She said and I allowed a small to spread my lips.
“Yeah…” I whispered and a short silence followed my word.
Emily’s POV :
I turned around again, my back to Eva and she tightened her grip on me.
I knew she was holding herself back from speaking and as much as I had felt almost betrayed because of last night, I knew I wasn’t being fair to her. She had a huge crush on Dean and I couldn’t blame her for having some alone time with him, even less on her birthday. So I decided to cut her some slack and listen to the curious voice in my head who wanted to know about her and the hunter.
Maybe it could distract me from thinking.
“Tell me about your night.” I simply said and I felt her tense behind me, hesitating to answer.
“Well…” She started and finally related me what had happened between her and the older Winchester. Or at least some of it.
She talked for a while about the night and slowly her voice started to fade away, sounding more and more far away. Eventually, I felt my eyes closing and I stopped hearing her voice.
Eva’s POV :
The more Emily answered my tale with quiet ‘hmm’ the more I knew she was falling asleep but I didn’t stop drawing soft forms on her arms.
Laying in the dark, I couldn’t stop thinking of my night and hers, the guilty feeling not going away, my mind racing with every kind of thoughts from Emily’s feelings to my relationship with Dean.
Then my phone lightened up, illuminating the room for a second.
I slowly turned around, letting go of my best friend and grabbed my phone, sighing when I saw it was late at night. Then I saw it was a text from Sam. I frowned and opened it, facing my friend so she wouldn’t be awakened by the sudden bright light.
‘Hi Eva, I’m sorry to bother you but is Emily alright ? She didn’t answer meall day and after last night and our argument,I’m starting to worry about her.’
As I read the message, I felt bad for the younger Winchester. I thought about my answer for a second, wondering what I could say but he sent another one before I could do anything.
‘I’m sorry I probably shouldn’t tell you this, she’s your best friend.’
At this my heart sank a little. Imagining Sam worried about the woman asleep next to me but regretting telling me because of who she was to me made me feel bad for him. So I quickly wrote my answer.
‘Hi Sam, you don’t bother me at all. Emily may be my best friend but you’re my friend too. You can always talk to me and share with me your questions, and worries.’
‘Emily is somehow fine. We talked a lot and it’s gonna be okay, she’s gonna be okay. Thanks for worrying about her. Also, I know what happened last night and this morning. I’m sorry Sam. I hope you know that she didn’t mean it. She has a tendency of taking a step back and saying mean things when she’s hurt or angry but please don’t take it personally. Even if I know it’s a lot to ask.’
I hoped that this text would help him feel a little bit better and the younger brother quickly answered.
‘Thank you a lot for what you said and I know… I know I need to give her time butitfeels like I’m always so close to catch her but every time I’m within reach, she slips away. I wanna be patient but I need a sign, you know ? A sign that I’m not completely wrong here, that I’m not imagining things. A sign that it’s not one-sided.’
I felt like this was a confession so I discreetly checked on my best friend, the woman was still asleep so I straightened a little, ready to talk with Sam all night if he needed it. But first I needed to make something clear. I didn’t want to betray my best friend about what she felt for Sam but I couldn’t let him in the dark either. After all, he was my friend too and if I could help them both, I was going to.
‘She came to you last night Sam, andstayed with you. She let you see her in such a moment. There are signs, trust me.’’
Sam didn’t answer right away but I could see the three dots appearing and disappearing as though he was hesitating on how to respond to this. But eventually I received an answer.
‘You really think so?’
A little smile reached my lips at this, imagining the tall man asking for confirmation about a girl he liked. Because it was obvious he did.
‘I know so. And I know it’s a lot to ask but let her open up to you. But at the same time, if you wanna know something : ask her. She may deny it, she may not want to answer you and she’ll tell you so if it’s the case but at least she’ll know that you care and that she can tell you things. Even though she’s as stubborn as a mule, she’s seeing what you’re doing for her. You did everything right Sam, let her meet you in the middle now.”
Sam didn’t answer until I received a simple and meaningful ‘thank you’.
We talked a little to try and ease his mind until he mentioned having to leave in the morning and not knowing when they would be back. I told him to be careful out there then let him sleep.
After putting my phone aside, I stared at the dark ceiling for a moment, wondering why it seemed to be so complicated lately. Dean and I always pretended that nothing had happened between the two of us even if I was sure we both felt the connection in every one of our kisses and Sam and Emily kept dancing around each other, taking three steps back after one step ahead.
I closed my eyes, hoping that the next time we would see them we would finally move forwards in our relationships.
A/N: Thank you again to @impala-dreamer for being my faithful beta!
Dallas wasn’t worried about Sam. Worried wasn’t the right word. She didn’t understand what happened, how he could be left alone with three of those creatures.
The image of the hounds’ sharp, pointed fangs, the sound of their vicious snarls, burned in her mind.
If they finished him off, well, it would be an unsatisfying, gruesome end, but an end nonetheless.
Dallas waited across the street behind the same tree from before. Ruby and the other demons were gone. Ruby tried to take Dallas back to Hell, but she refused. If Sam were dead, Dallas was not going to get stuck in Hell with Ruby in charge. Ruby had seemed annoyed that Dallas refused to go, and had mumbled something about it not being her fault if Sam were upset, and then they left. Dallas stayed, needing to know what would happen next.
Alone, waiting, she began to think about what it would mean for Sam to be dead. Who would rule Hell next? Would the apocalypse still happen? Was Sam the only one strong enough to stop this “Lilith”?
She shook the pointless questions out of her head. Sam was a hunter turned dark-side, a relentless killer who enjoyed punishing those in Hell, no longer a human, he deserved—
He was walking out the front door of the building.
Dallas squinted in the darkness through the tree limbs. He waslimpingout the front door. He stopped, putting his hand on the wall for support, his other arm hugging his side.
Dallas moved from behind the trunk, taking a few steps to the edge of the sidewalk. When he didn’t notice, she moved closer.
Dallas was halfway across the street when Sam looked up and then suddenly stood straight.
Dallas froze. She still had the knife he’d given her, Sam was in a weakened state but–would it work? And if it didn’t, would he kill her on the spot for attacking him?
She needed to be sure. There was no room for error and frankly, she wasn’t prepared. All those questions she had just a moment ago needed answering. She could do nothing–yet.
“What are you still doing here?” Sam growled. “Didn’t Ruby tell you to go with her?”
Dallas continued walking towards him, seeing more blood stains on his gray t-shirt, on his tan canvas jacket, and through the tears in his black pants–unusually casual clothes for such a renowned being.
As she got closer she stated, “You look like shit.”
“You should’ve gone with them. And I’m fine,” Sam said through gritted teeth that showed he was in pain and very much not fine.
As Dallas stepped onto the sidewalk and approached Sam, she could see the damage those creatures had done. Sam’s pants were ripped open on one thigh and on the other calf, blood leaking from the claw marks. He had some sort of gash in his side that he was poorly attempting to hide and that she could partially see through the tear in his shirt. There were probably other injuries she couldn’t see.
She could leave him here. Maybe someone or something else would take care of him.
Guilt panged in her chest at the thought. Sam had technically saved her life. And she needed to get close enough to him for him to trust her so that her plan had more chance of success.
Dammit, she muttered under her breath.
“What’s that?” he asked, now breathy and shaky.
“Nothing. Let’s get you out of here.” Dallas offered her arm for Sam to use.
He stared at her, expression suspicious, surprised even.
“Are we going to go or not?” Dallas urged.
“You’re hurt,” he pointed out.
Dallas remembered the demon grazing her arm. She looked down. There was blood and a minor cut that could be covered with a couple of cartoon bandages. She rolled her eyes. “I’m fine, you’re not. Let’s go.”
Sam grunted with reluctant acceptance, pushing himself off the building and putting his arm around Dallas’ shoulder. Dallas tensed at the contact, remembering that strange spark, whatever it was, the first time they met. This time, there was nothing as his heavy arm draped across her shoulders. She could feel his body heat all along the side of her, an odd sensation as she had expected his touch to be cold.
Dallas was just tall enough to support Sam, but his weight quickly bore down on Dallas’ already tired muscles. He also smelled of blood, dog, and sweat. He smelled very human.
She silently wondered to herself why she was allowing this to happen.
“Why isn’t Ruby here to carry you back to safety?” Dallas grunted as she shifted the weight of his arm on her shoulders and began to walk.
“She was following orders. As you should’ve. And I could’ve made it back on my own.”
“Yeah, I don’t follow orders. And I don’t like Ruby.”
Sam huffed. “Right, of course,” he said sarcastically.
“You know, I could leave your ass here,” Dallas snapped back.
“Then why aren’t you?”
Dallas scoffed. “Because I’m not like you. I wouldn’t leave someone behind.”
Sam abruptly stopped walking, causing Dallas to stumble. His arm fell off her shoulder.
“What the hell?” she said.
“It’s fine. I can make it back on my own.”
“What is your deal?” Dallas asked, angry and surprised.
“I’m sparing you the necessity of helping someone you hate so much.”
Dallas stammered. Had he found her out so quickly? “What? I don’t-”
“I see the way you look at me. I understand when you’re insulting me. No one’s keeping you here. So you can go. You can help Dean on your own and you won’t have to interact with me.”
Sam sounded angry but when Dallas looked at his face, she saw something else. Sadness. Rejection. More unwanted guilt caused an unusual pain in her chest, making her wonder if she was being too harsh.
No. She had to remember her mission. She had to remember who was under this mask she was now seeing. Able to bleed or not, stopping the apocalypse or not, Sam Winchester was still a very dangerous threat. The taste of his power she had witnessed earlier tonight proved that to be true. She could relax the outward expression of her disgust towards him, but no, she was not being too soft. She just needed to be strategic.
“Look, I’m- sorry,” she struggled to say. “Let’s get you back to Hell so someone can patch you up. I’ll shut up.”
Sam continued to stand there, jaw clenched, a steely look falling over his features.
“I mean it,” she added. “I’m- I’m just on edge.” Saying those apologetic words truly made her want to vomit.
“Fine,” Sam agreed, begrudgingly putting his arm back onto Dallas’ shoulder. “You can leave once I’m back.”
Dallas did not respond, and they continued down the street.
“Go in there.” Sam pointed to another abandoned building, one that was a shell of cinder block decorated with graffiti. “We need to be out of sight.”
The inside was dark now that the sun had set fully and the night sky was moonless. Faint, orange light from a streetlight barely shone through the open doorway they came in from. The pair moved slowly, careful not to trip on any debris that might be on the floor. They made it a few paces inside when Sam stopped and took his arm off of Dallas.
“I’m going to teleport us back to Hell,” he said.
Dallas raised a brow. “You have enough juice for that?”
Never mind him saying it would make her nauseous. She was more worried about being ripped in two by botched demon magic.
“I have enough,” is all he said. Then he waited. Dallas did not reply. “I can go by myself. Like I said, you can stay here.” He paused again, then tentatively added, “Or I can have someone get you.”
Dallas considered her options. She did not trust any demons that would transport her, at least not without Dean. She didn’t trust Sam either. She could also not afford to be stranded here without a cell phone, without any way of knowing when someone would be there to take her back to Hell or when another group of Lilith’s demons would be back to assess their failure.
Dallas crossed her arms. “If I lose an arm or a leg, I will hurt you.” And she meant it, glaring at Sam to convey her seriousness.
Sam laughed. Dallas couldn’t make out his expression in the darkness to see if he was amused or maybe mocking her. Then Sam was suddenly close and she couldn’t think. She felt him near at her side, heard his breath, and a feeling like terror ran through her body.
“This time I’ll have to put my arm around you. It will be quick,” he said.
“Ok.” Dallas’ voice came out weaker than she expected.
It was over before she realized it would begin. He placed his arm around her shoulders and everything turned a smoky black around her. She felt a tight squeeze all over her body and movement like being on waves. Then her feet were on solid ground again.
She opened her eyes, and the world spun beneath her and around her. She stuck her arms out to balance herself but found empty space. She took a step forward to find something, anything, and stumbled. She then felt a hand—Sam’s hand—steadying her by her shoulder.
She felt like she was going to vomit. She was going to vomit.
She quickly turned, covering her mouth.
“The bathroom is straight ahead,” Sam said.
She took off, hoping she wouldn’t fall. Somehow, by a miracle, she made it through a doorway and saw the toilet through the swimming, spinning room.
She emptied the contents of her stomach out, which was thankfully little as she hadn’t eaten in hours, and then she dropped to the floor, her arm resting on the side of the toilet. She waited until the world stopped spinning to look up again.
Sam stood in the doorway, still clutching his side, watching her.
Dallas groaned. She looked away, not meeting his fake concerned gaze as she stood. Her knees still shook.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” Sam said, “Dean was the same the first time.”
Dallas found the sink, turning on the water. She rinsed her mouth a few times until the taste of stomach acid was faint.
When she turned around again, Sam was no longer at the door. She walked out of the bathroom into a bedroom, this one much larger than her own, but decorated in a similar fashion. The walls were made of black stone, the wood of the furniture–the bed, dresser, and desk–were a dark, not quite black wood. The fireplace opposite the enormous bed was black marble. The light in the room came from several torches on the walls placed inside iron sconces.
Sam sat atop his dark, forest green bedding, on the edge of the bed, waiting. He looked paler than before, injured, bleeding, in front of a stranger.
“Who should I get?” Dallas asked.
“Don’t,” Sam said, “Don’t get anyone.”
Dallas raised a brow. “You don’t want anyone to know you’re hurt.” It wasn’t a question.
“I’m trusting you to keep that to yourself.”
“What about Ruby?”
“I will tell her.”
“I can get her to fix you up-”
“No.” Sam tensed. “She’s busy, you’ll have to do it.”
Dallas sighed. “Ok, but I’m not exactly an expert. Don’t hold it against me if something goes wrong.”
“Everything you need is in the cabinet. In the bathroom.” Sam paused in between his words, no doubt from the pain. “And grab the small, green bottle, too. Please,” he added.
Dallas did as Sam instructed, finding the cabinet in question on the wall next to his marble sink. The cabinet’s contents were surprisingly well-stocked with typical bathroom items. The attention to detail in keeping up with Sam’s act was impressive, Dallas had to admit.
The green bottle in question was easy enough to spot out against the other items Dallas could have picked out in a drug store. It was small and made of deep emerald green glass. A dark liquid sloshed around inside as she picked it up. She grabbed a couple towels, dampening one at the sink.
When she returned to the room, Sam remained in the same position. She walked over, placing the supplies onto the bedside table.
She picked up the damp towel and took in a deep, steadying breath. “I have to, uh, clean these up first.”
Sam removed his arm from his side. Dallas sucked in a breath. The gash was… considerable. If anyone else, any human, had received this injury, they would not have been walking. Sam winced when the damp towel made contact with the wound. Dallas was careful to stay on the outer edges, cleaning up the blood so that she could see where the wound truly ended and began. She was very careful not to touch any other part of him, steadying herself with one hand on the bed. She held her breath while she worked, fear and vulnerability coursing through her veins.
If Sam had any intentions of harming Dallas, he made no discernable movements to do so while she cleaned the wounds the best she could without making him take off any clothes.
She would not, under any circumstances, ever put herself in that position.
When she finished, she laid the towel aside, wondering how she was going to bandage anything.
Sam spoke again as if he had read her mind. “Take that bottle and put some of the liquid on my wounds.”
Dallas didn’t ask any questions about what the contents were, wanting to get this over with. She picked up the glass bottle and pulled out the stopper. She took the other towel and poured on some of the contents before dabbing it on his wounds.
He winced harder than before, sucking in a breath as if straight alcohol were touching his cuts. Either he truly was in a world of pain or he was a phenomenal actor.
As Dallas was nearing the end of applying the potion on Sam’s leg, she had to stop. Her eyes went wide. The wounds–they began shrinking. She couldn’t hold back her surprise and audibly gasped as she looked back at the gash that had covered his side. It looked remarkably better.
“That elixir quickens my healing abilities. I haven’t had to use it in a long time.”
Dallas had many questions about what Sam had just said but asked none of them.
The opening of Sam’s bedroom door saved her from having to respond at all.
“What is she doing here?” an angry, impatient voice barked.
Dallas did not need to turn around to know who had burst through the door.
Sam sighed. “Ruby, calm down–”
“No,” she said, more hate than usual in her tone, “No. Get her out.”
Dallas stayed calm. She sat the bottle and the towel back down on the table. She turned around to face Ruby who was more angry than Dallas had ever seen her.
“I was just leaving,” Dallas said coolly.
She said nothing else as she walked past Ruby, through the door, shutting it completely behind her. She did not wait outside to try and hear what would be said next.
She made it to her room before the weight of what just occurred hit her.
Pairing:Sam Winchester/FemReader Word Count: 1032 Prompt:Undress someone using only your teeth. Summary:You and Sam indulge in a bit of foreplay Warnings:Play collars, submissive, choking, undressing, smut, Honorifics, bdsm A/N: This is my first time writing SMUT ever. I hope I did a good job.
You pulled your phone out of your coat pocket, the message lighting up the screen stark against the evening sky.
“When you get here, clothes come off. I want you kneeling in the center of the living room, hands on your knees, palms up, head bowed. Understood?”
Excitement coursed through your veins at the thought, and anticipation made your fingertips prickle–or maybe that was the frigid winter Kansas air.
“Yes, Sir.” You sent back quickly.
In scenes like the one we were about to do, the honorific “Sir” was used instead of the affection “Daddy.”
The rumble of the El train passed overhead as you quickened your pace toward the apartment building on the corner ahead.
As you reached the call box, nerves rolled into your system, setting the feeling of butterflies in your abdomen. You pressed the button and pushed open the door as the loud buzzer sounded throughout the foyer.
You climbed the stairs to the third floor, as possible ways the scenes would play out ran through your head. Your pocket buzzed again. “The door is unlocked. Let yourself in. Be ready in 5mins.”
You knew Sam didn’t expect an answer back. This was simply a command and expected to be followed.
You slowly pushed the door to the apartment open, trying to be as quiet as possible–even though you didn’t know why.
It was dark—only the light from the streetlamp illuminated areas of the apartment. You were able to make out the living room to the left of the front door and a couch.
You took off your coat, hat, and shoes before shedding your dress and tights. You laid them all down on the couch before kneeling in the center of the living room, your hands resting on your thighs with your palms up.
You stared at your palms and traced the lines with your eyes as you waited. Time seemed to pass slowly before you heard the creak of the floorboards coming down the hallway. Notes of citrus, spicy clove, and sandalwood met your nose as Sam entered the room.
His fingertips traced over the back of your shoulders and your collarbone as he circled around to stand in front of you. He placed his fingers under your chin, tilting your chin up. “Good girl,” he praised as his eyes met yours.
You smiled at him as you awaited your next instruction. He lifted his hand to your hair and gripped the part he could reach loosely in his hand. It was then that you noticed he was shirtless with only a pair of jeans hung about his hips, the faint Calvin Kline on his boxers peeking from the top. The anti-possession tattoo stark against his tan skin.
His grip on your hair tightened as he pulled you up so that you were no longer sitting on your legs but kneeling properly in front of him, your back straight and mouth level with his crotch.
“Take them off,” he gestured to his jeans. You began to reach for the button on his jeans with your hands before he tightened his grip again and pulled your head back to make eye contact.
*Tsk tsk*. His tongue clicked at you in reprimand.
“No hands. Teeth only. Understood?”
You nodded your head before you remember he expected a verbal response, “Yes, Sir.” You clasped your hands tightly behind your back and leaned as far forward as you could.
You opened your mouth and grabbed the corner of his pants near the button with your teeth and pulled to the right, then up, and down trying to maneuver the copper button through the small opening. It didn’t work. After five minutes, a small growl erupted from your throat in frustration.
You heard a chuckle come from above. He tapped the side of your face lightly with two fingers. You leaned back and made eye contact. A smug smirk was upon his lips, “Need help?”
Your eyes narrowed, a part of you wanting to be defiant and do it on your own. He cocked an eyebrow. Waited.
You broke first, “Yes, please, Sir.”
“That’s my girl,” he praised as he ran his hand through your hair briefly. You smiled up at him as he unbuttoned his jeans, “the rest is up to you.”
You caught the zipper of his jeans and pulled it down slowly. Once it was down, you scooted closer to him and grabbed the edge of his jeans and boxers with your teeth as one and pulled them down.
You sat back on your heels as he stepped out of the clothes pooled on the ground. He stepped close to you. His cock a hair’s breadth away from your lips, “ask for it.”
“Please, Sir. May You suck your cock?”
He nodded, “Yes, you may.”
You opened your mouth willingly as he slid between your lips. You moaned loudly around his cock while he fucked your hot mouth. You looked up at him through your lashes and felt him pull back a little to make eye contact.
A mix of satisfaction and joy flooded you as you pleasured him, your cheeks hollowed around his cock. You felt him shudder before he abruptly pulled himself out and you off of him.
“Fuck,” he growled as he turned his back to you. When he turned back around, You saw he was holding a red collar with black spikes–your play collar. He fastened it around your neck and lifted your chin up with two fingers, “good girl.”
You shut your eyes at the praise as the endorphin rush began, and you slipped deeper into subspace.
“Color?” He asked you as he knelt to your level.
You opened your eyes and focused on his, “green.”
He nodded as he clipped a matching leash to the D-ring on your collar, “Ready?”
You nodded to him, “Yes, Sir.”
He stood up and clicked his tongue at you as he led you down the hallway to his room. The pace slow as you crawled on your hands and knees.
As you both made your way down the hall, you thought of what was to come and your scenes for the rest of the night.
“Well if you would just hold still, it wouldn’t hurt,” you stated from above.
“Y/N, look. I appreciate you doing this for me but it’s not necessary,” he tried to reason with you.
“Yeah, okay. Tell me that the next time a monster throws you across the room and you have to take the time to brush it out of your face,” you scoffed at him around the object in your mouth.
Sam huffed in exasperation.
You twisted the last piece, pulling it through. “There. Done!” you exclaimed triumphantly and handed Sam a mirror just as Dean rounded the corner.
Sam raised the mirror to see that you had pulled back the top half of his hair into a ponytail while the bottom half brushed his shoulders.
Dean stopped in his tracks, a look of astonishment across his face, “Dude. Why do you look like Braveheart?”
Request: Heya, I really love your work and was wondering if you could do something along the line of, reader is staying in the bunker with Sam and Dean and has a crush on both of them so is always trying to show off a little to get their attention but it never really works, then suddenly they both start actually seeing her and she ends up having one brother after the other and neither brothers realise but she doesn’t know how to tell them. – @missstartaylor97xx
Pairings: Dean x Reader and Sam x Reader
Warnings: language?
Word Count: 1351
A/N: This request was sooo cute! I am planning a continuation for this that will be a Dean ending and Sam ending!!! Feedback is loved!
You huffed as you tiptoed against the counter, your short height evident as you continued to reach for the brown sugar on the very top shelf and that’s in the very back. Sam glanced your way with a raised eyebrow, eyes scanning your exposed legs and fitted top. He cleared his throat and you stretched to look at him, seemingly trying to look like a damsel in distress. “Sammy,” You whined, bringing your voice a little higher. “Help me.” You continued and Sam cracked a small smile, standing up and then gracefully grabbing the packet of sugar. Of course, you let your eye wander along his muscled arms, his long legs, god, his chest—
When he handed you the packet, you smiled up at him and made sure to brush your fingers against it as he handed it to you. “Thank you!” You beamed and continued on making cookies, making sure to sway your hips just a little, knowing he’d be looking your way. “I’m making oatmeal cookies for you.” You announced and he smiled. “A little healthy version while Dean and I can enjoy the regular ones.” “That’s very sweet of you, (y/n).” He replied. “Of course, anything for you.” You murmured.
You decided to clean your car, wearing the shortest shorts, the tightest tank top, knowing that Dean was going to change baby’s oil, obviously overhearing him mention to Sam about it and not to bother him. You had just poured water on your car when you heard the garage door open and close, prompting you to look back. Dean was wearing a grey shirt and some loose fitting jeans that still showed off his bowed legs, you were ogling but you wanted to show him you indeed were.
Dean raised his eyebrow as he scanned your form. “Washing today?” His low voice asked. “Yup!” You smiled. “What’re you up to?” You asked, leaning down to grab the sponge in the soapy water, knowing your cleavage was going to be in his view. You looked back up and he smirked, walking to baby. “Just changing her up.” He answered and you smiled before continuing with your task at hand.
Dean slid out from under the car to grab a drink when he saw you perched on the hood, wiping the top of your car as you were unable to do it just by standing and he saw you struggle to reach the center without a mishap. He then noticed you’ve managed to soak through your small amount of clothes and he sauntered to you. “Need a hand?” He asked and you bit your lip before turning back to him. “S’okay, don’t want to bother you.” You murmured and he shook his head and grab the sponge from you, cleaning off the part you cannot reach. “Thank you, Dean.” He smirked and gave you a wink.
You woke up a little extra early, got your leggings and wore your cute sports bra. You were filling up your water bottle when Sam walked by the kitchen. “Where you going?” He asked, wearing his signature running outfit. “I wanted to do some yoga outside, it looked like a good day.” You replied with a small smile. “Oh that sounds fun, I’m goin’ running.” He said. “Well, you can join me if your like?” You asked, slightly puffing your chest out to accentuate your chests. “I’d love to.” He smirked and you smiled wide at him.
After your morning exercise with Sam, you showered and made your way to the war room, your weapons displayed, cleaning them one by one. Dean passed by to go to the library only to stop on his tracks as he saw you wipe down the barrel a little too sensual. He gulped down a lump on his throat and walked to the library. You smirked to yourself with how he reacted and internally high-fived yourself.
The boys started to see you, they were interacting with you more and more romantically which was making you giddy due to the fact that you had intense crushes on both brothers, Sam was more attentive when you two were doing research and Dean was physically interacting with you with all those stolen touches.
A knock on your door cut you off of your thoughts and you looked towards the doorway. “Hey, (y/n), uh, there’s this new diner I drove by if you want to go try it out?” Dean asked, rubbing the back of his neck. You bit you lip and nodded. “Yeah, I’d love to, let me just change.” You replied and he smirked and left you to change. You giggled to yourself when you knew he was out of earshot and started to dress. “You look wonderful, (y/n).” Dean muttered and you smiled, blushing. “It’s nothing too special.” You said and he smirked, driving off to the said diner.
The next morning, you were grabbing a glass of water and you heard Sam enter, by the sound of their footsteps, and you turned around. “Hey, (y/n), you up for a run?” Sam asked with a wide smile. “And maybe we can grab some coffee at the shop?” He added right after. “I’d love to, Sam.” You replied.
“Hey, (y/n), you up for some shooting practice?” Dean asked when you were helping him clean some weapons you found in the bunker. “Uh, sure, but you know, guns aren’t my trusty weapon.” You joked with a sour face. He chuckled. “That’s why.” He reiterated and you playfully scowled at him. You followed him to the range and he showed you how to stand properly, how to angle your body and you had a pretty good idea how to but you intentionally made it look bad. You were focused on your target when you felt Dean move behind you, pressing his strong chest against your back, his arms raising to align with yours.
“Relax your shoulders,” He whispered against your ear and you had to restrict your body from quivering. You did as he instructed and he wrapped his hands on yours. “Don’t hold on too tight.” You loosened your grip. You could feel his breath against the shell of your ear. “Now, shoot.” You bit your lip as the shot rang, the bullet hitting the target dead center. You uncocked the gun and squealed, turning around to hug Dean, who had open arms. “See, told you.” He teasingly said and you giggled. “That’s cuz you’re a great teacher.” You winked and he chuckled.
“Qud anima damnatorum..?” You tried to pronunciate. You made a face and Sam chuckled, looking up from the book he was reading. “Hey!” You playfully narrowed your eyes at him. He stood up and pulled out a chair beside you. “Here, lemme see.” He muttered and you smiled, pushing the book closer to him. He leaned in and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “Okay, quod animae damnatorum,” He started. You raised an eyebrow, looking up at him. “Quod,” He said. “Quod.” You repeated. “Animae,” “Animae damnatorum.” You happily finished and he smiled. “Awesome, you just gotta pronounce the individual vowel.” Sam said and you nodded.
“You’re such a great teacher, Sammy.” You murmured and he chuckled. “I wouldn’t say great but thanks, (y/n).” “No, you really are, you’ve literally masted Latin like it’s legitimately your second language already.” You pushed. “You’re too sweet.” He added and pulled you close, hugging you on your side.
The ride to the hunt was silent, each brother would glance at you, either the rear view mirror by Dean or Sam turning back and it dawned on you—you were so cooped up with the attention the boys were finally giving you that you essentially led them on and they didn’t even know. The blood drained from your face and you suddenly felt guilty. Dean glanced at you and immediately saw your pale face. “You okay there, sweetheart?” He asked and you looked up, meeting his gaze. Sam turned back and his eyebrows furrowed deeply.
“Uh—“
This was totally not gunna go the way you thought.
Summary: You and Sam have a strict online relationship where you two have never met in person. All that changes when Sam decides to ask for your location.
Square Filled: location by khalid (2019) for @spnsongchallengebingo
Author’s Note: feedback is important!
I don’t wanna fall in love off of subtweets, so Let’s get personal I got a lot of cool spots that we can go Tell me what’s the move and I got you I’m only acting like this ‘cause I like you, oh Just give me the vibe to slide then Oh, I might make you mine by the night, and
Send me your location Let’s focus on communicating 'Cause I just need the time and place to come through (Place to come through) Send me your location Let’s ride the vibrations I don’t need nothing else but you
Despite constantly talking to the younger Winchester, you’ve never met him in person. You met through a string of hunters when you really needed help with a hunt you were on. It was nothing special, but they had the materials and skills you needed in order to complete the job. When you called, you got a hold of Sam who said that they were neck deep in their own shit, but will send Garth to help you instead.
You got your hunt done with no problem, but that didn’t end the mysterious relationship you had with Sam. Every night, you’d call him and tell him about your day while he complained about his, and you’d bond over some family drama that you knew too much about. It became such a regular thing that you’d have to call Sam if you wanted to feel complete. There hasn’t been a day when you two haven’t talked over the phone despite Dean’s whines about how late it was in whatever motel they were staying at.
You hunted alone, and they were looking for one more to join their pack.
It was the perfect excuse to meet up with one another.
Two years, seven months, and sixteen days is how long you’ve been talking to Sam. You know everything there is to know about him, so you’re not so sure why you’re so nervous to finally see him face to face. You kind of know what he looks like through the descriptions of other hunters, but you don’t know for sure. You know exactly what Dean looks like since he has an online dating profile that Sam laughed with you about. If Dean looks so tall and muscular, and with how deep Sam’s voice is, you can only imagine what he looks like.
Is it possible to have a crush on someone you have never met? There have been a few nights when you and Sam crossed that line into the unknown, getting out your frustrations through a little dirty talk, but you have never stated what you two are. Yes, you’re friends, but could you be more than that?
There is only one way to find out.
Sam asked for your location when he heard you were in the same town as he and Dean. Without hesitation, you gave it to him, and have been waiting for the last two hours for him to show up. You know he’s working a case while you’re here on “vacation”, so you don’t mind waiting. It’s not so good for your anxiety, but you keep yourself busy with your phone. There’s a new game you just downloaded that has been sucking up all your free time.
“Y/N?”
You’ve just passed the level you’ve been stuck on for a while when you heard your name. You instantly recognize the voice it belongs to. You look up from your phone and into the eyes of the person you’ve come to love. Man, he is nothing like his brother. For one, he’s taller, more muscular, and he has longer hair.
He’s gorgeous.
“Sam?”
“Yeah, it’s me,” he smiles.
If you weren’t in love before, you certainly are now. As your brain plays catch-up with the situation, your legs are already heading over to him. You can see Dean in the background, waiting by his car, but you don’t pay him any attention. You run at full speed to Sam, jumping into his arms and wrapping all your limbs around him.
“I can’t believe you’re actually here,” you laugh with a hint of a few tears in your eyes.
“I can’t believe this either.”
His strong arms hold you up to prevent you from falling on your ass. You never had a place to call home, but you know that Sam’s arms are it. He lets you down, and it’s only now that you fully comprehend just how tall he is. He grabs the sides of your face and stares into your eyes, leaning down and kissing you.
This should have happened two years ago, but it’s better late than never. Never have you ever been so happy to kiss someone before.
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Summary: When new feelings are revealed after the changes in their little family, Winchesters realise their relationships needs a little bit more work than they expected.
“You have the cutest nose,” he whispered, opening his eyes as she moved away.
Thea smiled a little, and shook her head.
“Me and Dittie have the same nose,” she remarked. “Same lips, eyes, face…”
Sam reached for her, caressing her face and running a finger over her skin, tracing the little details, the things that made her different.
“It’s different,” he whispered, touching her nose. “Your nose hump is a little higher. Your eyes are a little closer.”
She tilted her head a bit, and Sam watched her face.
When he looked at them, he could see the difference really easily now. Dittie’s eyes were a little more distant from one another. The middle of her face was a little bigger, like someone had taken a photo of Thea and stretched the picture the littlest bit.
"You have a little scar right here,” he touched her lip, seeing the thin line that crossed her upper lip. “And this very little dot under your eyes.”
Her eyes filled up with tears again, and Sam realised that this wasn’t something she wasn’t used to. Being vulnerable wasn’t something that came easily to Thea, but she also struggled to see herself separated from Dittie.
They were identical twins, and always clumped together into the same pair.
As kids, they shared their rooms, their clothes, and now they shared their partners, and sometime even Sam and Dean considered them an extension of one another.
It could be hard to not be seen as an individual.
“Little princess,” he cooed, seeing her sniffing. “Don’t cry.”
“I’m not gonna cry,” she whimpered.
“I’ll kiss your tears away,” he promised. “Every time. I’ll tickle you until you’re laughing so loudly you wake the neighbours up.”
She giggled, and Sam reached for her, kissing her lips, surprised when Thea kissed him hungrily.
“Daddy,” she whined, biting his lower lip.
“You like my mouth, baby?” he pulled away, moved his lips to her jaw and neck.
Thea nodded, whining.
“Your hands too,” she panted.
He smirked, raising his hands to grab her hips and raise her, squeezing her skin and reaching for her tits, tracing his kisses down to her collarbones and sucking a little bruise on her skin before taking her nipples in his mouth, sucking both together.
“Sam!” she yelped.
He just bit one of her nipples, pulling on it, and ripped her old underwear in his fingers, pulling it away from her body and pushing a finger into her cunt.
She gasped at the sudden invasion, and he continued to suck on her tits as he pushed another finger in, fucking her in a regular pace, just teasing, not too slow or fast. He knew what he needed to get her off, and didn’t want to do it, not yet.
“Pretty princess,” he licked the bottom part of her tit, smiling when she moaned. “Daddy’s little bunny just wants to be cherished, doesn’t she?”
Summary: Sam decides to try something new with yoga. It doesn’t go too well. A.k.a.: Sam injures himself trying to suck his own cock and lands a girlfriend to do it for him. Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female!Reader WC: 1.2k words Warnings: Auto-fellatio. Masturbation. Crack. Sam has a crush.
Sam stretched his arms and legs, feeling comfortable and loose after his long - and daily - session of yoga.
Yoga was one of the good habits he had gotten into since starting university. It cleared his mind, relaxed his body and just made him much bendier, which was great for his day-to-day life.
And… maybe other things.
“Come on, Sam,” he prepped himself. “You can do this. It’s nothing new.”
Sam stopped, and rolled his eyes to himself.
“Alright, maybe it is new.”
He shouldn’t be too scared, he had done other positions before and this was just a new one.
The windows were closed and blackout curtains were in place. His phone was also in plane mode, and he was free to just enjoy himself.
The plough pose.
It was supposed to rejuvenate the entire nervous system. The abdominal organs were contracted and toned, the neck and shoulders were released from any habitual tension and the spine is stretched to its maximum.
And it also bought his cock nearly right against his face, perfect for him to suck off.
Alright.
Sam would die before admitting he had this fantasy for years, ever since he realised he was longer than most dudes, and when he realised - as a teen - that any time he sat upside down, he could feel the weight of his cock dangling down his stomach.
And the first time he had his cock sucked… he knew he had to try it on his own.
The feeling of a warm mouth around his dick was enough to get him hard as a rod in a second, and he wasn’t past doing it to himself.
It was so fucking tempting, like his own personal apple dangling from a tree.
And it could be stupid, sure, but he was smart. He had spent two whole years doing yoga before even preparing to do this to himself, and had read every source that was out there about it.
He didn’t need to think much to get himself hard as he took off his clothes.
Just last week, before coming down to Stanford to start the fall term, he’d been out with his friends to visit Brighton State Beach, which included Jess and some of her nurse friends.
Which included you.
Sam had seen you around campus a couple of times before, but that was the first-ever time that he actually got the chance of seeing you for real.
Since Sam had first seen you, you were either wearing scrubs or just very comfortable clothing, which usually included yoga pants and big hoodies that covered your thighs.
He had been interested in you before. Everything in you called to him; the way you spoke, the way you were always expressive, and your attitude, your eyes and face… and your lips. Fuck, he loved your lips. There was something in the way you smiled and pouted that just made him want to grab you and kiss you.
And then, on the beach, he had been able to see what you had hidden from everyone all that time.
Your bathing piece wasn’t even small - some of the girls were wearing the tiniest bikinis because they wanted to get a tan - but just the sight of you free and basking under the sun made his cock hard.
He mostly stayed in the water to hide, and couldn’t even tear his eyes from your thighs. They looked so soft, and he just knew he could make you shiver if he touched them.
It had just been impossible to get the image of you since then, especially when he saw you around.
Sam reached for his cock and stroked himself, closing his eyes and imagining your own hand around it. Fuck, you had such small hands covered to his - he had seen you holding things before, you could barely close your fingers around those coffee cups you always had with you.
Fuck, and the way you looked at him as you last saw one another… it was almost like you knew what was in his head.
He could feel his precum coating his hand and knew it was best to get into position now and not to get too carried away. If his hand felt good, he knew his mouth would feel even better.
Sam adjusted his mat on the floor and laid down on it, adjusting himself.
Getting into position was easy.
First, he raised his legs and relaxed his shoulder, drawing his chin towards his chest and letting them fall to the floor above his head, feeling his body reacting to it.
His cock, hard and red, touched his lips, and Sam let himself wrap his lips around, moaning in pleasure as he felt his own lips, sucking on its head and closing his eyes. It was a salty taste on his tongue, almost like when he was sucking pussy.
So, he tried to adjust himself and push his cock further.
And that was when his problem began.
Abruptly, he heard the sound of something cracking, and sharp pain spread on his back, making him fall to his side in pain, mouth still drooping from the precum he was sucking down.
All pleasure was gone from his mind.
“Fuck,” he grunted, laying completely on the floor.
WC: 1.4k Warning: Smut, dirty talk, degradation, orgasm control, breeding kink, size kink, multiple orgasms, a brief talk about somnophilia but not it yet. Polyamory, exhibitionism.
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Dean watched as Sam threw himself over Thea, smirking as his wide moaned loudly and whimpered in his hands, momentarily lost as he watched it, slutty little thing pleading for his touches and his cock.
He raised his eyebrows and turned back to Dittie when she whined, all spread and needy as she asked for attention.
“Dean?” Sam looked over him.
“I’ll take care of that,” he answered. “Don’t worry, Sam.”
He smirked and moved back to Thea, who was squirming and moving her hips against his hand, as Dean sat back down beside Dittie and pulled her up.
“Come here, you,” he grunted, sitting her on his lap. “You need attention, little bunny?”
She nodded, whining, and he scoffed, pulling her up and kissing her lips, using his free hand to pull his cock out of his pants, pushing it away just enough and moaning when it brushed against her folds.
Fuck, she was already soaked wet, and smelt too fucking good.
“My needy little bunny,” he squeezed her hips and slapped her ass. “You need my cock, uh?”
She pouted, and he held her in place when she tried to sink down on him.
“Yes,” she whined. “Won’t you give it to me?”
He snorted, and made a thinking face to tease her.
“Oh, I don’t know,” he pushed his hand down to her folds, teasing her dripping cunt. “I could just fuck your thighs.”
Dittie whined.
“No,” she squirmed. “Alpha, please. Want your cock, need your cock.”
Dean chuckled.
“Alright,” he decided, tapping her entrance. “But you’ll have to work for me, little girl.”
She pouted, and he kissed her neck, sniffing it before moving his lips to her ear.
“You’re gonna ride my dick,” he bit her earlobe. “I wanna see you jumping on my lap, little bunny.”
She whined.
“But… but I’ve never,” she whimpered, still moving down, still trying to get more of his touch.
Dean pouted mockingly at her.
“Never what, little bunny?” he teased her, slapping her entrance. “Don’t tell me you never rode Sammy’s cock.”
She looked at him with big pleading brown eyes and Dean chuckled. Oh, what a waste.
“Never?” he repeated, biting her lower lip. “He never told you to ride him, little bunny?”
She shook her head.
“He’s too big,” she blushed. “You’re too big. I need help.”
Dean simply laughed, placing a kiss on her cheek.
“Then you better work hard,” he lowered her body, nudging at her cunt with his cock. “After all, you need my permission to cum.”
She pouted, but reached down with her hand, stroking his cock, and Dean smirked when she blushed, gushing against his head.
“Oh fuck,” she gasped. “You’re so thick.”
“Not too thick for bunny pussy,” he assured her, sniffing her neck. Fuck, she smelt so good. “But thicker than Sammy, uh?”
She nodded and bit her lower lip.
“Shorter too,” the little cheeky thing remarked.
He scoffed. Thea was extremely cheeky, but he was halfway sure her sister wasn’t that much different.
“And my knot it thicker,” he pointed out. “Which means I’ll stretch that wet pussy a lot more than he does once it is in.”
Dittie looked into his eyes, and he could see how her eyes when just growing glossy and her pupils were blown wide.
“Please, Alpha,” she pleaded, squirming on his grip and rubbing herself on his cock. “Wanna ride you.”
He closed his eyes when she sunk down, embracing his cockhead in her wet walls, but opening them wide when he realised why she was smelling so good, why she was so slicky.
Dittie was in heat, and by the smell of Athena, she was too.
Oh, the sneaky little things.
“Are you in heat, Omega bunny?” he moaned. “That’s why you are so horny?”
She whined, shaking her head.
“I was already horny before,” she protested, pushing herself down. “Wanted you before.”
Dean licked his lips. Then this meant something different.
“Did you stop taking your suppressants so that I could breed you?” he growled, pushing her down on his cock, moaning as her wet walls squeezed his dick. “So I could get your womb filled with my cum?”
She nodded, starting to cry among her little moans as Dean stretched her more and more while she sunk down on him.
“Alpha,” she clung to his shoulders, round hips jumping in little spasms as her pussy creamed, making her slick coat not only his cock but his balls and drip to his legs. “… Too good.”
He chuckled and licked his lips.
“Too good, baby?” he cooed, moaning in pleasure.
Fuck, he missed fucking an omega in heat.
“Can I cum?” she pleaded. “Please, please.”
“Not yet, baby bunny,” he kissed her lips briefly. “You’re gonna cum on my cock once I have knotted you.”
Dittie pouted, and he chuckled when she pushed her nose into his neck, sniffing him on his mating gland, strong legs moving to take impulse to bounce on his cock.
“That’s it,” he squeezed her thighs. “Ride me like a good bunny.”
She whined, squeezing and moaning as she pushed herself more around him, so wet he was easily sliding into her.
“So slutty,” he cooed. “Such a little whore, begging for my cock, taking me so well. You just want me to knot you, don’t you? Fill you with my babies.”
She nodded.
“Please,” she whined. “Wanna be your omega.”
Dean moaned. Fuck, he just wanted to make her into an obedient little thing for him.
She would present to him whenever he wanted, always eager to take his cock and please him.
“Good bunny,” he grunted.
He could hear Thea moaned with Sam, no doubt overwhelmed as she came for what sounded like the millionth time. His brother was too generous, after all.
“Alpha,” Dittie moved her hips back and forth, and he moaned when she sat completely on him, swallowing all of his cock down.
She was so needy, his little bunny. And all his.
“There you go,” he cooed, kissing her cheek, giving her all his attention. “So good, baby. I knew you could do it perfectly.”
Dittie didn’t stop, following his previous command and moving up and down his shaft, using her legs to move over his lap, riding his cock with a hungry look on her flushed face.
“Good girl,” he grunted. “Fuck. Such a good little bunny.”
Dean moved his eye down and felt his blood boiling when he realise he could see his cock bulging out with his cock, and grabbed her ass in his hands, moving her up and down, fucking her hard and moaning darkly when she cried from pleasure.
“That’s it,” he growled. “Scream as I fuck you, slutty bunny.”
And she did, squeezing his cock as he little tits bounced just as her body was going, throwing her head back and sounding like the sluttiest of sluts.
Dean moved his hand to her hair and tugged on it, pulling her closer and kissing her lips before moving right down to her neck, pinning her down and biting her mating gland - the free one, that didn’t have Sam’s teeth on it - just s his cock expanded inside her.
“Cum for me, little bunny,” he growled into her ear. “Cum on my cock.”
Dittie moaned loudly, squeezing his cock in her pussy and clinging to him, whining and crying in a long orgasm, and when she fell into silence her pussy was still squeezing his cock, and he heard her soft snores, raising his eyebrows when he realised she had fallen asleep.
Oh, of course! The bunny sex naps.
This was just their second heat together, it was still kinda new.
He threw a look over her shoulder when he realised Sam was just done with Thea.
“You can keep going if you want to,” he caressed Dittie’s back, knowing his wife all too well. “She loves to wake up mid-orgasm.”
Sam snorted and lied on the bed, turning Thea around and caressing her back as she slept soundly over him.
“Maybe when she is not in heat,” he pushed his nose into her hair. “They get so needy. I like to rest when they do.”
Dean shrugged, kissing Dittie’s cheek and caressing her back, and glanced at Sam as he relaxed, and raised his eyebrows when she mumbled something on his shoulder.
“What is it, baby?” he looked at her.
Aphrodite yawned and nuzzled into his neck.
“Mary and Bobby will watch the kids for longer than we expected,” she sighed.
He raised his eyebrows and glanced at his brother, who was smirking.
“No,” you point a knife at Dean as he was about to steal Sam’s bacon, “that’s Sam’s breakfast and vegan. I dare you to touch the carrot cake I made for my alpha.”
“That’s vegan,” Dean scrunches up his nose but glances at the bacon again. “Hmm…doesn’t look like his vegan rubbish. It smells different too.”
