Summary: During their semester abroad in Costa Rica, Sam and Dean finally give Jess what she’s been begging for, in exchange for consenting to something they want.
Summary: Jack goes to Sam and Dean for advice about girls and sex, and Sam turns out to be an excellent teacher.
Pairing: Sam x Jack x Reader Rating:18+ Tags: Bi!Jack, Bi!Sam, Age Difference, Pseudo-Incest, First Kiss, Mutual Masturbation, Sexting, Phone Sex, Sex Toys, Fleshlight, Sloppy Seconds, Pining!Sam, Eventual Dom/Sub Relationship, Dom!Sam, Switch!Jack, Sub!Reader, Threesome, Instruction Kink, more tags added as I go… Word Count:~20k Created for:@winklinebingo - Bisexuality | @spnkinkbingo - JackSam | @samwinchesterbingo - SAMasturbation | @j3bingo - Threesome
A/N:@jackandthesoulmates commissioned this piece and I’ve had so much fun coming up with all these sexy scenarios
Summary: While Dean’s on a hunt, Sam stays behind with a cold. The Bunker seems bent on ridding him of far more than a virus and only when he gets the situation under control does he begin to glean it’s true intent.
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.
…
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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Title: The Way We Fall Pairings: Jared/StuntDouble!Y/N Word Count: 4,896 Warnings: Cursing, Accidents, Coma, Fighting with idiots, NCIS-LA cast #SPNMixedBingo Square Filled – Stunt Double AU
The last time Y/N had to do a fall like this, she was seriously injured and in a coma for 8 months. This time will be different. Jared decides he needs to be there in case something goes wrong again.
Jared slipped the necessary credentials over his head and walked onto the closed set. Occasionally, someone would call out to him, and he’d raise his hand in greeting, but he had one destination in mind. The special effects trailer was in the back of the lot near the props department.
“If it isn’t Padelecki,” he heard an agitated voice say. His eyes narrowed minutely at the harsh tone of voice, his already frayed nerves flaring. Turning his head, he laid eyes on Barrett Foa. It was no secret that the two didn’t get along, especially after the well-publicized fight that broke out at the NCIS-LA post-season party. Jared didn’t break his determined stride and continued his way to where he was going.
“Hey, I’m talking to you,” Barrett shouted. Jared turned on his heel with narrowed eyes, but a familiar hand on his chest stopped him in his tracks. Turning his head, he spotted eric Olsen standing next to him.
“Fuck off, Foa. Don’t you have a producer to go crying to?” Eric said, glaring fiercely at Barrett. Barrett continued to glare at Jared.
“I’m not talking to you Eric. I’m talking to the guy who doesn’t even belong here,” Barrett snarked. Eric smirked.
“Yeah? Well, I’m talking to you. Y/N made her choice, and it wasn’t you. Intentionally keep this shit up, and the rest of the cast will petition to get you kicked off the show. Now, beat it,” Eric said. Barrett opened his mouth to say something else, but another voice chimed in before he could.
“There a problem here?” Barrett turned to say something, but his mouth clicked shut when he saw Chris walking up, looking casual with his hands in his pockets. If there was anyone on the show that you didn’t mess with, it was Chris O’Donnell. Without another word, Barrett turned and walked off. The three men watched him until he was out of sight.
“I could have taken him,” Jared said, only half-joking. Eric laughed lightly, instantly dropping his hand from the big man’s chest.
“We learned that last time,” he said. Chris shook his head with a wry grin.
“Let’s leave the fighting to the stunt doubles today. Speaking of, I naturally assume that’s why you’re here today?” Chris said. Jared nodded, and the three started walking toward the trailer.
“Yeah, she was talking about it last night on the phone with me. She’s nervous about the fall. The last time she fell, she had a pretty bad injury. Left her out of the game for about a year,” Jared said, a frown on his face. Chris shook his head.
“I know they are taking extra precautions today,” he said. “Set up an extra rig for it and they have an extra airbag on the ground to make sure Y/N doesn’t fall through it again.” Jared nodded his head. Eric patted Jared on the back.
“She’ll be fine,” he said.
Y/N stood in jeans and a white tank top while the special effects team strapped on bags of fake blood and wiring to her body. Her arms were held out, hands resting on the shoulders of two techs, as they connected the devices. Behind her, one of the hairdressers fiddled with her hair to give it the perfect tousled look that Daniela had.
“I don’t know why you are bothering; I’m falling off a three-story building today,” she wittily said to Bethany, the woman working on her hair. Bethany laughed.
“You’re supposed to look like Kensi before you fall off the building,” she said. Y/N shrugged one of the techs straightened up and looked over Y/N’s body, causing her to laugh.
“Keep looking at me like that, Shawn, and I’m gonna start to worry,” Y/N laughed. Shawn darted his glance up at Y/N’s face with a wry smile before going back to double-checking his work one more time. He went back to fiddling with the wires to one of the direct connections.
“I wouldn’t want to be on Jared’s bad side,” he joked, causing Y/N to roll her eyes.
“Barrett had it coming. That asshole doesn’t know when to stop,” Y/N growled. Cyrus patted her on the shoulder.
“Don’t worry, I think he learned his lesson at last year’s wrap party,” he said. Y/N smirked as she thought back to the party.
“Yeah,” Shawn said. “He rightfully deserved every hi…” SPLAT!!
Suddenly, the entire special effects trailer erupted into hysterics as one of the three blood packs that Shawn was working on exploded in his face, covering him in bright red syrup. Shawn lifted his hands and wiped across his eyes, so he could open them, then looked up at Y/N from his place on his knees in front of her. She was laughing so hard, she was crying.
“Oh, my God,” Bethany cried. “I’m so sorry, but your face…”
“I didn’t even do anything!” Y/N yelled, laughing hysterically.
“You realize you need to take everything off and change your shirt now, then come back and put all this shit back on now, right?” Shawn said sternly, standing up. Someone threw a towel at him, the towel landing on his head.
“At least we know it works now?” Cyrus said with a delighted chuckle. The look Shawn gave him, his face half-covered in fake blood, made the entire trailer break down in boisterous laughter again. They didn’t even hear the door open or notice anyone walk in.
“What’s so funny?” Chris asked, and when Shawn turned and looked at him as he wiped the blood off his face and hair, he began to laugh. “Never mind.”
“Aren’t those blood packs supposed to be typically triggered by a remote?” Eric asked, snickering. Cyrus nodded his head as he unclipped the rig Y/N was wearing and helped her slip it off over her head. Bethany went to the back of the trailer and shouted out the window to have someone grab another white tank top.
“Someone has big fingers,” Cyrus muttered as he set the rig down on one of the tables. Y/N turned away from everyone and walked to the back of the trailer, not seeing who entered.
“I don’t want to hear anything about Shawn’s big fingers, thank you very much! It’s bad enough I have to have his hands all over my body as it is, and not in a fun way!” Y/N shouted from the back where she was cleaning up. Jared instantly raised a brow as he heard his gorgeous girlfriend’s words, a playful smirk on his face. Everyone turned to look at Jared, smiles on their faces as they eagerly waited to see how he would react.
“Why’s he got his hands all over your body and I don’t?” Jared shouted back. Everyone laughed knowingly when they heard Y/N squeal. They saw Y/N slide upfront in her socks, jeans, and sports bra splattered with red paint. “And you are running around without a shirt on? What the hell kind of operation are you running here, O’Donnell?”
“Don’t look at me, Padalecki. She’s not MY stunt double,” Chris laughed, holding both hands up in surrender. Y/N darted forward and jumped up into Jared’s muscled arms, planting a kiss on her boyfriend’s lips. She wrapped her legs around his trim waist to hold herself up, causing Jared to have to wrap his arms around her to keep her from falling.
“What are you doing here?” Y/N asked. Jared laughed as he looked at himself, seeing the red marks on his shirt.
“I’m wearing your red paint, my dear,” he replied, setting her down. Y/N grimaced, carefully wiping his shirt with her hands.
“Sorry,” She said. “But seriously, what are you doing here?” Jared leaned down and affectionately pressed a kiss to her forehead, forgetting the people around them watching.
“Y/N! Tank top!” Bethany shouted triumphantly, throwing the tank top at her from behind. It landed on her shoulder and partially on her head. She pulled it off and laughed as she pulled it on. She glanced behind Jared to see Chris and Eric just relaxing and watching them.
“I’m here to see you make the jump,” Jared said gently, placing his hands on Y/N’s shoulders. Y/N’s face went from ecstatic to worry. Cyrus pulled Y/N back by her arm and set the rig back over her shoulders, this time with a fresh blood pack. Shawn spun in his chair and faced her again so he could set up the wiring.
“Arms up,” Cyrus said, pulling Y/N’s arms up. Y/N started at Jared, who leaned against the wall next to Eric and Chris.
“You’re here to watch me jump?” she asked cautiously. Jared nodded his head.
“I know you said you didn’t need me here to watch you, but I know you’re nervous and after what happened last time…” he said, but Y/N eagerly interrupted him.
“We’re not talking about last time,” she said with a shake of her head. She glanced at everyone else in the room, her eyes wide, then gae Jared a look. Jared raised a brow and nodded, the silent conversation between the two obvious. Everyone saw the shared look between them and didn’t say anything.
“Let’s just get this done so I can go home with my amazing man, okay? He flew in just to see me and I plan on taking full advantage of that,” Y/N said with raised eyebrows and a saucy smirk. Cyrus glanced up at Jared, Chris, and eric with a raised brow before returning his precise focus on the rig he was attaching. The feeling in the room subtly changed, and while Y/N was trying to lighten it, the darkness lingered all the same.
“Shawn,” Cyrus said, looking down at Shawn. Shawn glanced up at Cyrus before refocusing on attaching the wiring again. “Don’t blow your load this time.” Delighting giggles exploded inside the trailer; the tension was successfully broken.
“I swear to God, Cyrus,” Shawn cursed under his breath.
“Stop moving, Y/N!” Bethany reprimanded, a can of hairspray in one hand and spraying curls in place. Y/N smirked as she looked over at Jared, throwing him a knowing wink.
“So, what happened back there?” Eric asked as the three men walked away from the special effects trailer to give the team a chance to finish putting the rig together without distraction. Jared threw the man a cautious glance and shook his head.
“She’d undoubtedly kill me if she finds out I said anything,” he said with a pointed look. Eric made a zipped lip gesture. Jared shifted his direct gaze to Chris, who also agreed to keep quiet. Jared let out a deep sigh, glancing cautiously over his shoulder to be sure that Y/N wasn’t near them before relaying the story of her past.
“Y/N told me what it’s like to do a fall like this. She said even though you land on the airbag or the mattress, the air is completely knocked out of your lungs. They’re trained to inhale deeply as they are falling so when they land, they still have air in their lungs despite the punch pushing the air out. She said they are taught how to fall correctly so your head is cushioned on the airbag and your neck is protected,” Jared explained. “She told me it takes a few minutes for her to come back to herself, so she would just lay there for a minute or two until she could inhale properly…then just get up and walk away.”
“Okay…” Chris said, slightly confused with the explanation.
“The accident happened when she was on the Supernatural set, years ago… Maybe the third or fourth season we were on? She had to do a fall as a demon that Dean threw out a window,” Jared started, intentionally slowing their walk to a stop. He paused as he remembered that day.
“What happened?” Eric asked.
“Someone miscalculated somehow on that fall, and Y/N missed part of the airbag, and her head landed on the mat under the airbag instead. Her head snapped back, breaking her neck instantly,” Jared said quietly, his hazel eyes staring off in the distance.
“That explains why there are paramedics here today,” Chris said softly, looking at Eric. Jared nodded grimly.
“She stopped breathing for three minutes. They wouldn’t let me near her; they wouldn’t let anyone near her. Said we couldn’t move her until they knew her neck was stable. Jensen was devastated, thinking he just killed her. We had only been dating for about six months at that point,” he explained. Jared paused involuntarily for a moment, thinking back. He shook his head.
“She was in a coma for almost 8 months. When she finally woke up, the first thing she did was ask if she made the take. She had no what had happened.”
The three stood there quietly, lost in thought. Jared remembered spending every terrible night in the hospital for those 8 months, not leaving her side unless he had to. He wanted to be the first face she saw when she opened her eyes. Eeryone thought he was insane for willingly staying with her after only dating a few short months, but he knew how he felt and he knew it ws for the long haul. When she finally did open her tired eyes and askthat question, hebroke donw and cried fiercely. After all the things the doctors told him about not getting his hopes up and preparing for the worst, hearing her soft voice was the best thing he had ever heard in his life.
“I can’t believe she is still doing stunts,” Eric said impressively. Jared snorted at that.
“Everyone told her to quit. She told them to shove it; she knew what she wanted to do,” he said with a shrug. “She’s so lucky I love her.” The three men chuckled.
“Things are going to be fine today; you know that, right?” Chris asked. “There are so many experienced safety teams here and precautions being taken, you’d think this is a movie set and not just a tv show.” Jared nodded his head with considerable apprehension.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m sure things are going to be fine,” Jared said with a sigh. Eric clapped a hand on his shoulder and smiled knowingly.
“C’mon, ghostbuster. “Let’s head over to the set and get a good seat,” he said.
“So, the rig will blow with the gunshots that are supposed to hit, and then you stagger back and fall over the wall for the three-story drop,” the lead safety instructor pointed out from the ground. Y/N and two other safety technicians looked up at the top of the building. “Once you start the fall, we’ll trigger the foam that is around the second row of inflatables. The foam is like the rubber inside a latex pillow and will allow you to sing comfortably into it without any bounce. The farthest down you’ll go is halfway.”
“And this is going under the first and second inflatables as well, correct?” So that if there is a possible problem with them, there is something to catch me?” Y/N asked, her voice more serious than anyone had ever heard it. The safety instructor nodded.
“The foam will be under the inflatables as well, yes. We don’t use the mats anymore. The inflatables are green, so we can key them out for video, but the center one will be inflated one foot higher than the outer ring. It should catch you first and should there be any chance in the fall the out ring will be there to catch you,” the safety instructor explained. Y/N nodded her understanding as the three men walked up behind her. Jared put an arm around her, causing Y/N to look up at him. While her face was a mask of professionalism, he could read the apprehension in her eyes. The safety instructor looked up at the newcomers and frowned thoughtfully.
“Hey Eric, let’s give these guys a few minutes. Good luck on the fall, Y/N,” Chris said with a kind smile. Y/N looked over at him and smiled her thanks. As Chris and Eric walked away, Y/N looked up and Jared.
“No more mats,” she said softly, a timid smile on her lips. Jared raised his brows and looked up at the safety instructor.
“Really?” he eagerly questioned, intentionally causing the lead safety instructor to go through the entire explanation all over again. Jared nodded understandingly at the end and turned to Y/N. “Are you comfortable with all of this?”
“Yeah,” Y/N said, carefully taking a deep breath. “I think I’m good. No mats, taller airbags, the foam… We should be safer this time. No mistakes.”
“No mistakes,” Jared instantly agreed, gently kissing her on the forehead.
“Okay, let’s do this.”
Chris and Eric watched from the sideline as Jared and Y/N had a moment to themselves before she made her way to the top of the building. Now that they properly understood what made Jared show up to the fall today, they felt even more protective of their favorite stunt double.
“It’s kind of amazing that she’s alive, you know?” Eric said wistfully, his voice quiet. Chris nodded, watching as Jared gently pressed a kiss to Y/N’s forehead. “That fall should have killed her.”
“Kind of gives you a whole new respect for their relationship. It survived something like that as early as it did, nothing can break it up. Even Barrett doesn’t have a chance,” Chris said with a snicker. The two glanced over at Barrett, who was sulking on the other side of the set.
“We gotta do something about that kid,” Eric said as Jared walked up to the stand next to them.
“Which kid?” Jared asked, having overheard the last comment. Eric tilted his head toward Barrett and Jared rolled his eyes.
“Fuck that guy. So long as he keeps his damn hands off Y/N and stays out of my way,” Jared said, a snarl under his breath. Eric smirked at him, and Chris chuckled at him. The men refocused their attention on the stunt in front of them as they heard the safety team call out their warnings. The apprehension rolling off Jared was felt by the other two men.
“Don’t worry, Jared,” Chris said. “She’s got this.”
“Okay, you two,” Scotty said on the roof as she looked at Y/N and the stand-in for the shooter. “You ready?” Y/N nodded her head. Scotty turned her head to Cyrus and Shawn, who were standing comfortably at the table that had the direct controls for the rig she was wearing. Two thumbs up and they were ready.
“Okay, safety team. We’re good,” Scotty said into a walkie-talkie in her hand. Y/N closed her eyes and said a little prayer as she stood on her marker.
Please let this go well. Please don’t let this be like last time. Please. Please. PLEASE.
As the speakers echoed around her with specific warnings from the safety team, Y/N opened her eyes and stared down at the man in front of her who was holding the prop gun. She studiously ignored the cameras, just like she would ignore the cameras mounted to the building to record as she fell. Instead, she focused on the things she knew she had to do to keep herself as safe as possible as she did the fall she was paid to do.
“ACTION!”
As the gunshots echoed in the air around her, she staggered her steps backward. With each shot, one of the explosions of red syrup exploded on her front… each one triggered by Cyrus and Shawn at the table near the stairs they took to get to the top of the building. Shot one, and she intentionally threw her right shoulder backward with a step back with her right foot. Shot two, and she troubled over slightly as if she had taken a shot to the abdomen with a staggering step back with her left foot. Shot there took her right foot back again, this one without a blood splatter but still had her bent over some. And shot four was the final shot that had her throw herself upward, her left foot stepping back and just touching the edge of the building, the blood splatter exploding from the exact center of her chest. There was a recorded shout of Kelsi! coming from somewhere and that was her cue to tilt over the side of the building.
As Y/N slowly tilted back, she forced herself to inhale, and suddenly she was weightless as the air rushed by her. Three stories flew by her in seconds, and suddenly she landed hard on the airbag below. The air in her lungs rushed out of her. Stars danced in front of her eyes, and she prompted closed them to encase herself in darkness as she felt herself become breathless. Her entire body tensed as everything froze and stopped cooperating with her mind. She heard her heart beating fiercely in her head, but nothing else seemed to function as she wanted it to. Her arms didn’t move, her legs didn’t move, her lungs couldn’t pull in air. Nothing.
The airbag she was on slowly deflated around her, but everything around her remained still… unmoving. Even her brain wasn’t able to efficiently produce a cohesive thought, no matter how much she tried to string words together to form a sentence. She knew she was starting to show visible signs of trouble as she couldn’t pull precious air into her lungs quite yet, and something inside of her was panicking at that. Everything in her body was tense and confused. It was as if her subconscious was waiting passively for her brain to tell it that it was okay, and breathing was okay. Then an anxious voice echoed in her ears, causing everything to kick into gear.
Jared held his breath when the scene began. He heard the gunshots and knew that Y/N was acting as if she was realistically being shot at. Then he saw her at the edge of the building. He watched anxiously as she fell the three stories down and land safely on the airbag, but then she didn’t move. He reminded himself that she explained how it takes her body about a minute to kick in and move after a fall. But it’s been a minute, hasn’t it?
“Why isn’t she moving yet?” Jared asked quietly. Eric shook his head.
“Just give it a second,” he whispered tensely. Jared uneasily shifted his weight between his feet, anxious eyes flickering between the airbag and the ambulance.
“She should be moving by now,” Jared said, shaking his head. He watched as the safety team started moving forward, frantically pushing the airbag down as they climbed on it. He caught a glimpse of Y/N’s disheveled hair and the white shirt she was wearing. Suddenly, he was moving.
“Y/N!!” he shouted frantically, rushing forward. That inadvertently triggered the paramedics to rush forward as well. By the time Jared got to where Y/N was laying, she was panting heavily and starting to sit up. The profound relief that hit Jared left him staggering his steps. He got to where Y/N was still sitting and grabbed her arm, causing her to turn and look at him. He instantly pulled her into his arms away from the paramedics, crushing her to his chest.
“Oh, my God,” he breathed in her ear. Y/N tried to wrap her arms around him from where he had them pinned. “You weren’t moving, and I thought…”
“I’m okay, Jay. I’m okay,” Y/N said breathlessly. Jared pulled back to look at Y/N and took in her dazed look, put his hand behind her head, and crushed his mouth to hers in a heated kiss. Y/N pulled away after only a few precious seconds, feeling breathless. Jared looked at her confused.
“I want to but,” she breathed with difficulty. Jared understood immediately. She couldn’t breathe properly yet. Instead, Jared moved to scoop her up bridal style in his arms and tenderly carried her off the airbag to the waiting ambulance so the paramedics could finish their examination. As they looked her over, Jared refused to let her go. Multiple people came by to talk to her, including Cyrus, Shawn, and Barrett.
“Hey, Jared,” Barrett said nervously. “Mind if I talk to you for a moment?” Jared’s eyes narrowed slightly, and his grip on Y/N tightened gently. Y/N looked up at him to get his attention.
“Go ahead,” she said gently, her voice stronger now that she had some time to rest. Jared looked down at her questioningly. “Seriously. Go ahead. I’m not going anywhere.”
“I’ll be right back,” Jared said, gently pressing a kiss to her temple. Y/N smiled at the tender touch, then scooted off his lap so he could leave the vehicle. The paramedic moved out of his way so he could leave and returned his attention to Y/N. Jared and Barrett walked a few feet away from the ambulance, so they could speak privately.
“Make this quick, Foa,” Jared said sternly. “I don’t want to be away from her for a long time.”
“I just wanted to apologize,” Barrett said carefully, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Jared raised a brow, putting his hands on his hips.
“Come again?”
“Just hear me out, okay?” Barrett asked. Jared didn’t say anything and just stared at him. “I didn’t take your relationship seriously. I genuinely thought you two were just casual. I mean, she’s always flirting and messing around. You’re always flirting and messing around. I figured it was more of a friend with benefits thing. I didn’t realize how serious you guys were until I saw how you reacted when she fell…”
Jared stared at Barrett with narrowed eyes, watching carefully. How was it that everyone else around here understood how serious their relationship was, but Barrett couldn’t? then he saw how Barrett looked over at the ambulance where Y/N was sitting connected to a heart rate monitor, he saw the look in the guy’s sad eyes, and it clicked. The look Foa had was the same look he had when he looked at photos of him and Y/N together.
Barrett was in love with her, and he had to enviously watch her love someone else.
“It doesn’t excuse my erratic behavior, obviously. But I think I get it now. And I wanted to say I’m sorry,” Barrett said, turning his eyes to Jared. And Jared saw the hidden pain there, where Barrett finally realized that Y/N was never going to be his. “She’s madly in love with you, man. I should never have tried to mess with that.”
After a few long moments, Jared stuck his hand out. Barrett eagerly grasped it, and they shook, then hugged the typical one-arm man hug.
“Water under the bridge, man,” Jared said quietly. Barrett let out a relieved laugh before pulling back.
“Get back to your woman. Take that girl home. She really needs to get out of here before she loses her shit,” Barrett said before turning away. Jared watched him walk away with a new respect for the man before turning and jogging back to the ambulance. Sticking his head into the blocky vehicle, he smiled up at the woman of his dreams.
“What’s the official verdict, gentlemen? Can I take her home?” he asked, a goofy grin on his face. Y/N smiled at him as they started to carefully remove all their gear from her.
“She’s good to go. I say take it easy over the next few hours, take some Tylenol if you feel any soreness, but other than that, the upgrades did what they were supposed to. You’re fine,” one of the men said. Once Y/N was unhooked from everything, Jared held out an eager hand to help her get out of the ambulance and she stepped down with a relieved sigh.
“How about I go change clothes, and we go home? I think I’ve had enough excitement for the day,” Y/N said, keeping her fingers laced with Jared’s. The two started to walk leisurely toward the trailers.
“Really? I was thinking we could find a few more exciting things to add to today,” Jared said with a smirk on his lips. Y/N playfully poked him in the ribs.
“You heard the paramedic. I’m supposed to take it easy for the next few hours. I know we usually break the rules, but I’m going to listen to him this time. So how about a low-key early dinner and some brain-numbing television, and we see how things naturally go from there?” Y/N asked as they walked up to the trailer she was sharing with the other stunt doubles.
“I think that sounds like a plan, babe,” Jared said reassuringly, looking down at Y/N. Her smile turned soft, and she pulled him down to her by her shirt. Jared went willingly and eagerly responded when Y/N gently pressed a soft kiss to his mouth.
“Thank you for being here today,” she whispered fiercely, resting her forehead on his. “I didn’t realize I needed you here until I saw you.”
Summary: Sam’s date night doesn’t go as planned and you have the perfect solution.
Word Count: 1496
Warnings:Hurt/Comfort
A/N: This is for @supernatural-jackles Tell Me a Story Challenge Round 1. Also, I FINALLY FINISHED A FIC. Any and all feedback would be greatly appreciated.
It wasn’t often that you had a quiet Friday night so you took advantage of it whenever possible. You and Dean were in the library teaching Cas and Jack how to play cards. Cas seemed to pick up the game easily while Jack still needed a few pointers.
“Wait,” Jack said, “what if I have three kings?”
Dean leaned back and sighed as you chuckled. “You’re not supposed to tell us what cards you have, Jack.”
Dean went over the rules again while you collected their cards and reshuffled the deck. You excused yourself to grab a drink from the kitchen while they clarified Jack’s questions. You rounded the corner and bumped into Sam.
“My bad.” You laughed.
“You’re good.” He smiled.
You noticed he had cleaned up and was holding his jacket in one hand. “Are you going somewhere?”
His face flushed. “I actually have a date tonight.”
This was super cute!!! I was laughing at Dean’s reaction to Jack playing cards, I was cringing as Sam was stood up, and I’m pretty sure my teeth rotted out from the sugary ending!
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: 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.
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!”
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