#sam winchester oneshot
The second part of the story, read PART 1 HERE
This is a really long fic, its also very fluffy and sad
The sound of screaming woke you up. Screaming, struggling, fighting, then nothing. You were awake but you couldn’t quite open your eyes. You could feel the damp moist air, and sweat soaked clothes clung to your body. You could feel the restraints on your wrist that were held above you head, as you recognised your position the aching pain of your arms started pulsing. You stayed as still as possible, trying not to draw any attention to yourself after the commotion you had just heard. More pains in your body surfaced the longer you were awake, hunger, thirst. How long have you been in this place?
Enough time had passed since the screaming and no more noises were made. You felt it was safe enough to finally open your eyes. It took your eyes a moment to adjust, but once they did you realised you were in a cave. You heard some sets of footsteps and immediately played dead again.
“She has to be in here somewhere, if this is a wendigo he will keep her alive.”
It was Dean’s voice.
“Yeah I hope so” His little brother replied with fear in his voice. Sam had found you and came to rescue you. You opened your mouth to try and call his name, but nothing came out. Your mouth was too dry and voice hadn’t been used in so long, you were just mouthing words.
You helplessly tried screaming and squirming to make any noise to get their attention, when the sound of growling grabbed your attention. You looked to your right where the cave deepened, and were met by a pair of evil beady eyes glaring at you. The thing slowly started walking towards you with a low grumble. You started to panic, you put all your energy into freeing yourself, but it wasn’t going to happen. The thing had picked up its pace and started jogging towards you.
“Sam” your voice managed to crack out a quiet yelp.
You closed your eyes and braved yourself, ready to take the impact of whatever this thing was going to you, when suddenly you hear a shot. Your eyes shot open and you saw Dean aiming at the windego. It turned around and started chasing him, when Sam from around the corner shot it with a flare gun, and it went up in flames. It screamed as it burned, Dean watched over it with a completely emotionless face while mesmerised by the monster in front of him dying. Sam ran towards you and cut the rope that had tied you up. He caught you in his arms as your body collapsed. Dean had left the monster and had taken down a girl who was next to you, she wasn’t conscious. You tried to stand up, but dropped to your knees. You had been tied up for so long you couldn’t walk. The pain in your arms from being held up was excruciating, everything hurt and you were so damn thirsty. Sam picked you up and started walking towards the exit of the cave.
“It’s ok, baby” he attempted to comfort as you lost consciousness again.
You woke on the couch of the cabin, a throw draped over your body and a bottle of water laid beside you. As soon as you moved Sam leapt off his feet to be by your side. He knelt on the floor beside you and gently picked up your hand and placed a kiss on it.
“How are you feeling?” He asked. You tried to answer, but your throat was still raw. He took your water bottle and opened it, you sat up in your seat as he handed it to you. You slugged it down and finished it off in one, and took a deep breath before attempting to speak again.
“Thank you so much for finding me, Sam. What was that?”
“That was a wendigo. You’ve been gone for a week. But you’re back now and that’s what matters” Sam got up on to the couch next to you and pulled you in to him. You felt horrible but having him next to you was a great comfort. You snuggled in to him, wrapping your arms around him and laying your head on his chest. You listened to his heart beat as it settled down with you. You must have fallen asleep again, but you were woken by bickering in the kitchen a little while later.
“She’s a liability! She makes you weak and she can’t fight, she’s not a hunter and if you really loved her then you wouldn’t bring her into this life.”
“Keep your voice down” Sam snarled. “I do love her which is why I can’t leave her, Dean. I’ve already endangered her, she’s safer with me looking out for her.”
“You’re going to have to make a choice.” Dean stated before storming out and slamming the cabin door behind him. You got up from the couch, stronger now after all the rest. You quietly walked over to Sam who was leaning against the kitchen counter, arms folded with his head bowed.
“Hey” you said softly, gently rubbing his arms. He picked his head up and instinctively went to grab you as if you were a delicate china doll about to fall off the shelf. His gaze met yours and his eyes were shining, every ounce of him holding in the tears that were bursting against the dam walls.
“I’m ok.” You reassured him. “I heard Dean.” Sam was about to speak but you interrupted.
“I’m going to leave” you announced.
“Don’t” he spat, tears escaping as soon as he spoke. You reached up to his face and wiped them away. He placed his arms around your waist and your body’s were pressed together.
“I love you. So much. But I can’t come between you and your brother” you started to cry too.
“We can work something out, please.”
“I want nothing more than to be with you. But I know how much family and Dean mean to you. I can’t let you make this decision so I’ll make it instead. I’ll be ok.”
You placed your head on his chest as he embraced you in a hug, his head was on top of yours and you could feel the wetness from his tears in your hair. He took a deep breath, kissed your head before straightening up. You guided his lips to yours and placed a light kiss, a reassurance to Sam that this was all going to be ok. Not that it actually was.
You decided to go pack your stuff away, you were putting things in your bags when you noticed the present you had brought for Sam. The one you never got the chance to give to him. You opened up the box and admired the gift, contemplating whether or not you should still give it to him. You put it at the top of your bag, in case you decided you’d need it.
You brought everything to the door. Sam was speaking to his brother who had returned in the other room. You couldn’t believe this was happening, finding Sam was like finding the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. He was gorgeous, so kind, thoughtful, funny, caring, basically just everything you ever wanted in a man. In fact, hes everything everyonewants in a man. But there’s always a catch. In this case, the catch was that he had a brother that could rise from the dead.
Sam emerged from the other room and closed the door behind him. He walked over to you and with your hand he pulled you off the arm of the sofa that you were leaning against. You fell into his chest and started to cry. He apologised more times than you could count. After a moment he sat you back and wiped your tears, before telling you it was time to go. He loaded all your bags into the impala, and you drove off back to your old house that you’d hadn’t been in for a while. The journey was over 2 hours, it was sad at the start, nobody wanted to speak because the situation that was hanging over you was repressing everything, it was a thick foggy cloud of smoke that no one could breather through. That was until you stopped for gas, and before taking off Sam stalled the impala, making you both laugh a little, and cleared the air.
You arrived at your house and it was 12am. After dumping your bags at the front door, you plonked down on the sofa with Sam following. He loosely draped his arm over you shoulder, and you sank into him from instinct. It felt like you were just coming back home after a trip, but that wasn’t the case. You had to keep reminding yourself that this wonderful man who you wanted to spend your life with is about to become an ex. And you feel it in your chest like a knife stabbing you every time you’re reminded. You told Sam that he can’t drive back at this hour, when you expected him to insist that he leave he actually told you he wanted to look after you for a few days.
“Won’t that just make everything harder?” You asked. You knew it would. But the thought of getting a few more days with the love of your life was everything.
“Yes. But you’ve just been in a Windego cave for a week, you’re weak and I can not let you stay by yourself, especially when it was my fault it happened.” Sam shook his head in disappointment with himself.
“It’s not your fault. Look, if I was up in the woods with my plumber boyfriend or bank teller boyfriend, I would’ve died. The fact that you are a hunter is why i’m still here.” You reassured him with a gentle kiss on his cheek. His eyes caught yours, and you lingered for a moment, when he reached his hand up to your face and pulled your lips into a kiss. He sunk down in the sofa and guided your body on top of his, your lips not coming apart once. One hand was tracing your body while the other was pressed against your back, trying to keep your body as close to his as possible. He gently moved you back up, and followed your movements so you were both sitting up, he ripped the shirt off over your head and starting sucking on your neck. You leaned into him, hands buried in his hair when he paused.
“Are you sure?” Sam asked, worried about your health and if you were strong enough.
“What better way to say goodbye.” You pushed him back down on the sofa with a smirk and ripped his shirt open, placing sloppy kisses all the way down to his pants.
A few days had passed, you were feeling good, which was a blessing and a curse. Sam was getting ready to head back to his brother. Dean had thought Sam had changed his mind and chose you, but when Sam phoned him to say he was coming home today Dean made it clear he wanted him home quick, especially because he had his car.
He was standing at the door, bags at his feet and the saddest smile painted on his face, he was trying to stay positive but you could see right through him. You buried yourself in his arms, one last time. Drank in his smell, memorised the sound of his heartbeat, just took him in. You remembered about his present, and had decided even though circumstances had changed, you wanted him to know how you felt about him. You broke the hug to grab the box, which was still sitting in at the top of your bag that hadn’t been unpacked.
“Sam, I know this doesn’t mean anything now, but I wanted you to have it anyway. Open it when you get back to the cabin.” You placed the box in his hand.
“I hope its better than the bracelet I got you, it seems to have done the exact opposite of what it said on the tin” He laughed. You walked him to his car, cried a lot, kissed a lot and hugged a lot. But then he was gone. After watching the impala drive off into the sunset with the man you loved, you went into the house.
2 hours later, Sam had landed at the cabin. He stormed straight past Dean and into the bedroom. He lay on the bed, and pulled out the box you handed him that he was itching to look at the whole ride home. He opens it, it’s a plain silver band. He takes it out of the box when he notices an engraving. Squinting, he brings it closer to look at it. He reads it aloud.
“Will you marry me?”
