*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
I don’t remember a life before spn, it’s literally become a part of my life and I’m gonna miss it terribly much. I can only imagine what Jared, Jensen, Misha, and the rest of the cast will feel like once its over. But one thing’s for sure, even after the show will be over, this family will live on. The song carries on.
Death was a peculiar thing to dance with, and Sam? Sam was nearing the end of his number. It was a page right out of the Winchester’s handbook. Sacrificing yourself for family, and surely this wasn’t Sam’s first time giving his life for another, only this time was extremely different. He had you.
“You’re crying, Dad…” you stated in a concerning way, “Are you hurt?” Tiny eyes tried to search his which avoided any eye contact. What was he supposed to say?
“No, no baby I’m not hurt.” He lied tragically, desperately trying to pull it together as he crouched in front of you to be at eye level. The type of pain he felt came from the soul, from the heart, not psychically.
“Did I do something wrong?” Your voice was small yet held powerful words with your question, hitting your father like a bullet to the chest.
Sam paused, wiping the tears from his face as they poured from his eyes like a broken dam. “You could never do anything wrong, y/n.” He tried to force the words out, choking his pain down. “I’m just sad, that’s all.”
Your eyebrows furrowed slightly, what could he be sad for? Did you make him upset?
“Dad’s gotta go away for awhile-“
“Like on a hunt with Uncle Dean?” You cut him off, trying to grasp an understanding on the situation and wrap it around your five year old mind.
“This hunt-“ Sam took a deep breath, unsure how to word to his daughter she may never see him again, that he had bargained with death one last time to get the chance to say goodbye to you, “this hunt Dad’s going on alone.” Sam spoke slow and low toned, he knew you’d be taken care even without him there.
“When will you be back?” In one arm you clung to your bunny, the other reached out to hold Sam’s hand trying to comfort him.
“Not for a very long time,” he instantly saw how his words a chord in your heart, one strong enough pools of sadness swelled in your sweet innocent eyes. “But I’ll see you again one day, and I love you, very verymuch.” No longer did he hold back his tears, and neither did you.
While you didn’t understand what was happening, or why he would be going away for so long, you knew one thing for certain..no matter how long he was gone, you’d always love him.
Looking down at your stuffed bunny, you smiled slightly, giving yourself a little nod. “Take Bunny with you. She can keep you safe while you’re gone.”
At first, Sam didn’t want to take the one thing you had by your side since birth, but you were persistent, not taking no for an answer. He too left something for you to have, the ring he had proposed to your mother with before she died in child birth. Something Dean would give to you later in life to keep close to you as you learned life’s many lessons.
“Can you tuck me in before you leave?” You hopped down off the couch, still clinging to Sam’s hand, not knowing when you would get that chance again.
“Of course, c’mon.” He picked you up effortlessly, holding onto you tightly in a hug before he began to carry you to your room to tuck you in one last time.
From where I stood backstage I could hear the crowd of Supernatural fans burst into laughter over the story Jensen was telling them about that involved our four year old son tumbling off his bike down the little hill at the park near our house. I didn’t have to pull the curtain to see his reactions as there was a monitor back here and judging by the grin on his face I could tell what was coming next.
“So now Miles is at the bottom of the hill quiet as a lamb and I kid you not, this was Y/N’s reaction. OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD, MILES!” Jensen was now out of his seat mimicking the way I chased after Miles that day which only sent the crowd into another fit of laughter.
“Oh hell no, can I have a mic?”
The thing is neither Jensen nor Jared knew that I hopped on a flight to come to their con in Vancouver so me stepping on stage is bound to take them both by surprise. The assistant handed me a microphone and I climbed the steps to the stage. The crowd cheered even more when I came into their line of sight.
“Meanwhile this was Jensen, HE’S GOT HIS HELMET ON HE’S FINE!” I tried to drop my voice to mimic him and he immediately turned to look at me with such disbelief written on his face.
“Y/N!” Jared pushed Jensen out of the way on his way over to me; the tall beast picked me up with his arms wrapped around me in a bone crushing hug, if nobody that knew a thing about us they’d swear that the moose was my husband with his enthusiasm.
“I haven’t seen my beautiful wife in two weeks and you pushed me out of the way to get to her first. Put her down now!” Jared turned to look at him and from the monitor on this side of the stage I could see Jared sticking his tongue out at his friend refusing to put me down just yet.
“I haven’t seen her in three weeks so shh.” Since my arms were squished to my sides I couldn’t do anything more than stick my face into the crook of his neck which had the fans cooing at the sight.
“I missed you too Jared, now put me down, the air is thin up here.” Finally giving in, Jared placed my feet back onto the ground and steadied me only for my husband to do the same thing but this time I wrapped my legs around his waist and my hands immediately found their place in his grown out hair.
“Hi handsome.”
“Hi beautiful lady, this is a nice surprise.” Jensen took a couple steps back to where his stool is and the way that he did it so effortlessly too had the crowd whistling suggestively. Once I was seated Jensen brought his mic up to his mouth.
“Get your minds out of the gutter.” Although he used his dad voice, his face was saying the complete opposite, happy with the fact that his fans now had a memory that they’re never going to forget.
“Where’s my kid?”
“He’s napping in one of the rooms backstage, where are my manners? Hi everyone, how are we doing tonight?” The fans cheered once more and I took that as a good sign. Jensen nudged my legs open so that he could stand between them with his back to me and just as if we were home, I didn’t hesitate to rake my fingers up his back and through his hair. By the look on Jensen’s face, the fans could tell how much he had missed my touch and if we’re being honest, I missed having him around too.
“Look at him, he’s like a puppy.” Jared shouldn’t be the one to talk when he himself is a sucker for head scratches.
“Says the actual puppy.”
“You know Jay I’ve gotta say, you do look extra handsome today. Dark colours really look good on you.” The olive green shirt and his black jeans was an excellent pairing.
“Thanks darlin and you look gorgeous as always. Alright, back to why we’re really here. See, my wife shows up here and threw me off, we were taking questions. Who’s the next lucky person?” Jared squinted his eyes to search the crowd until his eyes landed on the Castiel cosplayer.
“You in the trench coat, let us haveth thy question.”
“Uh hi, my name’s Sara and my question isn’t about the show but it’s for the Ackles.” A woman’s voice filled the auditorium and by her tone I could guess what her question was going to be.
“Shoot.”
“What is one thing that you both love that your son does and do you guys plan on having another one?” Jensen dramatically leaned back on me at the second part to her question, he hadn’t voiced his opinion on having another kid running around the house so this should be fun.
“Miles is a mama’s boy and every night he makes sure that Y/N is the one who feeds him his dinner, gives him his bath and cuddles with him until he falls asleep and from my point of view I adore their bond, I think it’s amazing.”
“Miles is at the age now where you know, kids mimic what they see and his new thing is wearing daddy’s hat backwards and he’d get me to fill his sippy cup with juice or water so that he could join Jensen on the couch to watch whatever he’s watching on tv.”
“I actually saw the photo you had posted on Instagram about that and I thought that it was cute, he’s Jensen’s mini-me.”
“Definitely and about baby number two, Y/N and I haven’t discussed it but I’m sure if it does happen we’ll both be over the moon about it.”
I didn’t fly all the way from Texas to Vancouver, Canada to just see Jensen, I came because I had something important to tell him and this lovely lady set it up so nicely for me to break the news.
“You know I’m so glad you said that Jay because we’ve got give or take six months left of being a family of three.” Jensen didn’t fully process my words until the crowd went insane at my announcement. He immediately turned around to face me, shocked by what I said.
“What? You- shut up!”
“Surprise!” He cupped my face in his hands before planting a celebratory kiss on my lips.
“When did you find out?”
“Yesterday and I hopped on a flight first thing this morning to come tell you.” Jared bounded over to wrap his arms around Jensen.
“Congratulations you two!”
“Thank you Jared.”
I didn’t want to take up anymore time on their stage so I quickly kissed Jensen’s cheek and told him that I’ll see him afterwards. I waved to everyone in the crowd on my way off the stage and passed the mic back to the assistant.
For the rest of the panel, the boys messed around on stage and Jensen got a whole lot of congratulations on our growing baby inside of me. Coming closer to the end Miles woke up from his nap and Jay called out for me to rejoin them on stage.
“Daddy!” Miles stretched for his father and Jensen immediately took him from me, happy to finally have his son back in his arms. The band played music to close off the event and some of the other cast members came out on stage to join the fun. With Miles on his hip, Jensen pulled me into his side to kiss me once more in the midst of all that’s going on around us.
Although we hadn’t planned for another one, I have no doubt in my mind that he or she is going to be loved unconditionally by us and by extension, the Supernatural family.
The wrap party for the long-running show Supernatural was in full swing, music playing in the background of the room filled with production crew and the main stars of the show.
Y/N took the beer bottle from Jensen’s grasp and thanked him for the beverage. If it was completely up to her she would’ve stayed at home but she knew how much tonight meant to her boyfriend and she didn’t want to let him down tonight by not attending the wrap party for the show.
“You’re pretty quiet tonight, everything alright?” Jensen’s breath fanned against her ear and he spoke for only her to hear him. Usually Y/N would be the life of the party, joining him and Jared for a round of shots but tonight she opted to keep her distance from the crowd, especially his ex-wife Danneel.
“Everything’s fine J don’t worry about me.” Y/N tried her best to reassure him that nothing was wrong but they both knew that something was definitely off.
“Y/N! How nice to finally see you crawled out of your hole to join us.” Jared wrapped her up in one of his bear hugs with Genevieve and the redhead beside him. Genevieve pried him off of her to give her a hug as well while Danneel merely gave her a once over over the rim of her glass.
“It’s nice to see you as well, how are the kiddos?”
“They’re great, Odette is growing up so fast.”
“And Danneel, how are you?” Y/N always tried to be civil whenever they were in the same room but the red head never cared much about Jensen’s new and younger lover.
“Clearly better than you, when was the last time you looked in a mirror?” Genevieve and Jared both shared the same look, the taller one in the group nudged his friend to speak up but he chose to stay out of it hoping that she would stop.
“Right before I left home actually.”
“And you still left the house looking like that, damn Jensen, you could’ve upgraded at least.” Jensen remained tight-lipped which angered Y/N even further. Pleased with herself, the red head left the four of them behind, making her way through the mass of bodies in the room.
“Don’t take her on Y/N, she’s just had too much to drink tonight, I’m sure she didn’t mean anything by it.” Genevieve gave her arm a gentle squeeze, Jared on the other hand dragged his friend away to talk some sense into him.
“No Gen, that’s how she’s always been towards me since Jensen introduced me into the kid’s lives. I try to be civil at least enough for their kids but she makes it so damn hard and Jensen- you know what, I think I’m calling it a night.” Genevieve knew there was no use in trying to stop her friend from leaving, she was pissed off and the fact that Jensen didn’t tell his ex-wife to back off only added fuel to the raging fire.
“How are you gonna get home?”
“I’ll get an Uber, I’d he asks for me kindly tell him to fuck off. Goodnight Gen, you guys have fun, I’m not staying to ruin anyone’s night.” Y/N downed her beer and left the empty bottle on the nearest table on her way out.
Danneel couldn’t help but smile, watching on as Y/N stormed out and got into an Uber. There was nothing wrong about the girl that her kids called “Mommy number two” other than the fact that she now had Jensen and she hated that.
The red head sauntered over to the trio who were deep in a conversation; one that Jensen wasn’t pleased with having out in the open. His green eyes found the conniving woman and his scowl deepened further. Jared and Genevieve threw glares at her as they left them to talk.
“You are unbelievable Danneel, all she’s been trying to do was be cordial but for whatever reason yet again, you’ve been nothing but a bitch with your constant jabs at her.” Jensen has had more than enough of the red head to last him a lifetime, the only reason he still considers her someone important in his life is the kids that they created together.
“Oh please J, you know you could do much better. Maybe even coming back to me, we could pick things up right where we left off. Admit it J, you still love me.” Jensen tensed up beneath her hold on his bicep, pulling herself closer to him.
“You’ve officially lost all sense, there’s nothing there Danneel.”
“Oh it’s there J that’s a lot of years, memories to just walk away from.”
“Yeah, well I wasn’t the one that walked first.” With that said, Jensen left her standing there, making his way through the crowd. His green eyes scanned the mass of bodies for his girlfriend but she was nowhere to be seen.
“Gen have you seen Y/N?”
“She left and don’t you even think about going after her so soon. She’s upset and you rushing home to get to her would be a stupid decision, give her time to cool off properly otherwise you’d be sleeping on the patio.” As much as he hated to admit it, she was right.
While Jensen grabbed himself a bottle of water, Y/N’s Uber was pulling up to the curb of their home. She paid the young man and got out.
"Thanks, have a goodnight.”
She shut the car door and made her way up to the front door of her shared house with Jensen. She was still pissed off about the way Danneel made it her business to be rude to her; hopefully Jensen doesn’t come home anytime soon because he would get an earful from her.
She decided to take a shower that was needed now more than ever to wash away her anger. Hopefully Genevieve and Jared kept Jensen busy until they decided that it was all clear for him to leave the party to get to her. Once she was finished, she got out and dried her skin before pulling up her underwear and slipping on one of her big t-shirts.
Her phone kept buzzing on the nightstand with Jensen’s face and caller ID lighting up the screen. She watched it ring until I went to voice-mail.
“Damnit Y/N.” Jensen’s frown deepened as he tapped on her contact to send her a message instead; all he wanted to know was that she’s fine.
Hey angel, did you get home okay? I’m losing my mind here. Could you please let me know.
Her phone pinged signalling his text and her only response was the emoji thumbs up. She didn’t want to talk to him right now but she also didn’t want him to worry about her safety. Jensen, however, wanted more than a thumbs up reaction to his message. He made his final rounds around the room and left the wrap party. Y/N has had more than enough time to relax.
Speaking of which, Y/N was now sprawled out on the couch flicking through the cable channels, CW had reruns of Supernatural and the last thing she wanted to see was Danneel sharing the screen with J2. She kept changing the channel until she finally settled on a home renovation show. Her phone screen lit up yet again but this time it was JJ trying to FaceTime.
“Hiya sweetpea.”
“Hi!” The little girl smiled brightly at her, Arrow and Zepplin were standing behind her on their mother’s couch with their hands in their older sister’s hair.
“What are you three doing up, it’s late.”
“Couldn’t sleep and our sitter doesn’t mind that we’re up. Aren’t you supposed to be with dad?” In the background Zepplin reached over to Arrow and grabbed a handful of her hair to pull her head towards him.
“I was but then I had to leave early. Zep don’t yank Arrow’s hair, baby boy.” The five year old listened to her and untangled his tiny hands from Arrow’s locks.
“What do you say?”
“Sorry sissy.” The little boy kissed his sister’s cheek and she pushed away, still upset that he pulled her hair.
“Is dad home? I tried calling him but it went straight to voicemail.” The Ackles offspring had impeccable timing because as soon as the words left her mouth, the front door opened and the man in question walked in.
“He is now.”
“Can I talk to him?” Y/N pushed up to her feet and passed him the phone on her way to the kitchen; she didn’t stick around to listen to his conversation with the kids. Jensen shifted his focus from his pissed off lady to his kids that were excited to see him. They told him how their day was and what movie they’re watching, the regular stuff kids that age always got excited to tell their parents about. JJ could tell that there was more going on between her dad and Y/N as he didn’t greet her the way he usually did with a kiss to her cheek or forehead; they were fighting.
“Dad are you and Y/N fighting?” Jensen merely scoffed at his daughter’s excellent observation skills. With her arms crossed and eyebrows lifted, the eight year old waited for him to say something but he didn’t.
“If you are, you need to make it better before we get there tomorrow afternoon.”
“Alright, alright missy. You and your siblings should get some sleep, I love you J bird. Goodnight rascals.” The call ended and he placed the device on the coffee table; time to attempt to talk to Y/N who busied herself with washing the dishes in the sink.
“Darlin’.”
No answer. Jensen closed the distance between them by moving to wrap his arms around her stomach, knowing how much she loved when he did that.
“I’m sorry, I should’ve said something.”
“Why, it’s not the first time you’ve let that shit slide Ackles so why apologise now?” Y/N tried to get out of his hold but that only made him hold onto her tighter.
“Let me go Jensen.”
“No, you’re going to stay right here and listen to me.” His beard burned against the shell of her ear.
“You’re right, I did let her get away with a lot but tonight was the final straw. I called her out for it afterwards and I know that me saying this might not even mean shit to you but I did.”
“Only took you sixteen months but hey, you said something. I’m serious Jensen, let me go.” Defeated, he did as told and she gladly took several steps away from him.
“Did she at least tell you why she’s been bitching at me every single chance she had?” Y/N wasn’t a stupid woman, she knew the redhead still had feelings for him but she wanted to hear the words leave his mouth.
“She still has feelings for me apparently.”
“What about you, do you still have feelings for her?”
“No, hell no. I closed that door the minute I signed those divorce papers. The only woman that I love is standing in this room.” Rolling her eyes, Y/N spun on her heels to leave the kitchen.
“You would’ve put a stop to it sooner if that was true. I’m sleeping in the guest room tonight.” Jensen followed after her all the way up the stairs to the guest room at the end of the hallway but he was a second too slow to stop the door from closing in. The lock clicked and he sighed, knocking against the wood.
“Baby please, open the door.” Y/N leaned against the door instead of letting him in.
“You’re right, the first time it happened I should’ve nipped it in the bud but instead I let it drag on for far too long and that must’ve given you the impression that I still have feelings for her but I promise you that I don’t. If it wasn’t for JJ, Arrow and Zepplin I wouldn’t have any sort of connection to her but we do have the kids Y/N and they adore you just as much as I do.” Y/N felt her anger slowly slipping away and she hated the fact that he couldn’t leave her to be angry.
“You can be mad at me all you want tomorrow baby but let’s not go to bed like this.” She caved and unlocked the door. Jensen let himself in and immediately pulled her flush against him, wrapping his arms around her and she caressed the back of his head.
“I love you darlin’.”
“You couldn’t let me be mad at you for once.”
“Nope.” Jensen hoisted her up into his arms and she instinctively secured her legs around him.
“What are you doing?”
“You’re not sleeping in here and I have some making up to do.” Jensen carried her over to their room with a cheeky smile on his face. Y/N squealed as he dropped her on the bed and he wasted no time in caging her beneath him.
Y/N: Who moved my C4? I just reorganized and it should be between the burner phones and the det-cords.
Sam: Leaving aside the fact that you alphabetized your weapons closet, you used the last of your C4 trying to prove that you could brake into an unbreakable safe.
Y/N: Oh, right. That was fun. Use the money I won off that bet to get me more C4.
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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Can’t find the request anymore.. but basically you and Sam get drunk and he confesses his feelings!
It was a boring Monday night for you and the Winchesters. Not much was happening out in the world of monsters, which meant a rare stress-free night. You were sat around drinking beer talking non-sense to each other trying to pass the time. After a few laughs and stories from everyone, the beers were out and the tequila was in.
“Drinking game anyone?” Dean said while returning to the room with three shot glasses. Sam begrudgingly agreed, you laughed at the younger Winchester rolling his eyes while snatching his shot glass, and happily took yours from Dean. You all set them on the table in front of you and Dean filled them.
“Never have I ever?” You asked the boys. This was your favourite game to play with them as they always ended up letting out some embarrassing secret that you could poke fun at the next day. The groaned in unison but agreed nonetheless.
“Never have I ever…slept with someone I shouldn’t have” You skipped the easing in and went straight for the sexual ones, they were always the most entertaining.
Sam and Dean both drank.
“Some waitress in Ohio.. man when I woke up next to her, I swore off jager for the rest of my life.” Dean confessed. Following some laughs you and Dean both looked at Sam for his story.
“I mean, a few, but the one the comes to mind is Ruby” He confessed shyly while pouring himself another shot. That one was a sensitive subject, he must already have been pretty tipsy to be willing to talk about her.
Hearing Sam talk about sex made you uneasy, the thought of him with another woman always got to you due to your pathetic school girl crush you had been harbouring for years. You managed to repress it most of the time but when alcohol was involved either the feelings grew stronger, or it became harder to hide. Maybe both.
“Never have I ever had sex in the Impala” Sam had his turn. You all drank.
“What the hell?!?” Dean shouted. You and Sam burst into fits of laughter at Dean’s reaction.
“Y/n, seriously? Disgusting” Dean scolded. You shrugged your shoulders and laughed some more while pushing your shot glass towards Sam to fill it up.
“Ok, my go. Never have I ever wanted to sleep with another hunter?” Dean asked the group.
You laughed before taking your shot without hesitation whilst looking at Sam, which Dean happened to notice and chuckled to himself. He always had his suspicions about your crush on his brother, but you never totally confessed anything. Did he just ask this question to get you to confess as payback for having sex in the impala?
Sam took his shot too and then returned his gaze to the ground not eager to share a story. Dean drank his shot as well.
“When I was about 15 and Dad took me on a hunt up in Canada, there was this gorgeous 20 year old hunter. Stunning. Thought she was the love of my life.” Dean reminisced .
“What happened?” You asked.
“Nothing. she was 20 and I was 15, and she had a boyfriend. I had hairy palms that trip, I’ll tell you that.” He laughed. You and Sam both gagged.
“Who is yours?” Dean asked. You quickly looked up at Sam but when you realised he was looking back at you, you looked away and he did the same.
“I’m not saying..”
“Come on!” Dean pushed. You started to get a bit annoyed. Although this game was your idea, this question was a bit too close to home and you were feeling frustrated and embarrassed with Dean’s persistence in trying to get you to confess. You told him once more you’re not saying who.
“Just spit it out!” He exclaimed.
“NO” You stormed off away from the situation, down the halls to your bedroom. You knew you were overreacting but the thought of telling Sam the truth made you feel anxious and sick. You had convinced yourself he wouldn’t ever feel the same so what was the point in confessing and making your relationship with the Winchesters so awkward?
You lay down on your bed cringing from the whole situation. Around 30 minutes had passed when you had a knock on the door.
“It’s Sam” he announced. You stood up and dragged yourself over to the door, trying to think of some sort of excuse of why you acted the way you did over a game as silly as never have I ever. You opened the door and saw the drunken hunter stood in your doorway nursing a beer.
“Hey!” Sam said excitedly, his face lighting up when he seen you. You widened the door to let him in and he stumbled his way to the bed, giggling when he landed. He patted the space beside him to invite you to sit and you obeyed, with a smile on your face laughing at how drunk he had got in such a short space of time.
“So who do you want to sleep with? Is it my brother? Is that why you reacted that way?” Sam questioned you, while taking a swig of his beer.
“No it is most definitely not your brother. But I think he knows who it is and he was just trying to embarrass me.”
“What a jerk.” Sam scoffed, but even in his drunken state he respectfully dropped the topic and sat in silence for a moment nursing his beer.
“Wanna know who mine was?” He asked. You certainly did not. Hearing about what hunter Sam wanted to hook up with was something you were not interested in listening to, especially when it’s most likely so obtainable to him because every female hunter in the country has a crush on him.
“Sure” You braced your self for the reply, ready to feel the ache in your gut while he fantasised about another woman. He leaned in slightly to you and raised his index finger.
“You” He whispered while booping your nose, then relaxed back again as if it were nothing. Your jaw dropped, he was into you?
“Me? I had no idea..” You whispered in shock.
“Well its pretty obvious Y/n!” He yelled playfully. You looked at him to explain further.
“Um I always make sure to stitch you when you’re hurt and care for you, I watch your crappy TV shows, I spend sooo much time with you, I am almost always looking at you, you’re so pretty..” He started to rhyme off all these reasons to you and as you watched him list them in his sing-song tone whilst swinging his beer there was only one thing you wanted to do.
“I let you ride shotgun sometimes even though Dean hates it because you’re bad at directions and my legs get squashed in the ba-” You stopped him by planting your lips on his, repressing the smile that was threatening to come out from hearing the last comment from him. He reciprocated the kiss instantly.
His drunken sloppy kisses that tasted like beer weren’t exactly how you imagined your first kiss, but the passion and fire that you felt in your stomach and your heart was undeniable. He pulled back from you for a second and set his bottle down, he looked into your eyes with a huge smile and you pounced on him, both of you laughing as he fell backwards on to the bed with you tumbling down on top.
The next morning you woke up with a shirtless Sam laid next to you. You admired his perfectly sculpted body, decorated with scars and his anti-possession tattoo. You were still in shock of how you managed to be so lucky to wake up to this sight which you had been fantasising about for years. But you had to snap yourself out of the daze and go apologise to the one person who made this all happen.
“Dean?” You called through the bunker halls.
You found him in the kitchen stuffing bacon into himself. When he saw you he grinned grossly with the meat between his teeth.
“Hey you seen Sammy? He wandered off drunk after a lot more shots last night and he’s not in his room.”
“Yeah that’s what I came to talk about.” You leaned against the door frame whilst wrapping Sam’s shirt across your body and folding your arms.
“Is that my brother’s shirt?” Dean asked with a smirk.
“Yeah.. So Sam spent the night in my room last night.” You confessed shyly.
“Hah! Y/n you dog.” Dean laughed.
“Alright calm down. I just wanted to apologise for reacting so bad when you brought up the ‘hunter you wanna fuck’ thing.. obviously it was a sensitive subject to me and hit too close to home”
“Hey don’t worry I knew what I was doing” Dean winked.
You smiled and shook your head at Dean and left the room, headed back to your bed room. Sam was awake and sitting up slightly in the bed.
“Hey” you whispered, crawling back in beside him and cuddling up close.
“Can you remember last night?” You asked, he was pretty drunk after all.
“Bits and pieces.”
“Here let me remind you” you spoke while throwing the covers off Sam and kissing his toned body all the way down to his boxers.
You are the girl Sam lives with between s7 and 8 and you are happy together until Dean shows up and forces you to leave.
I Really like this prompt. Hope you enjoy the story.
Sam peeled his tacky body off yours, panting in unison with you. Beads of sweat lay between his pecks and he gently rolled himself off of you and the couch on the floor, landing with a thud and a small chuckle to follow. You gathered your breath and brushed the clammy hairs off of your face, fixing you bra back in to the proper place and sitting up on the couch. You looked down at Sam who was laid on the rug, his forearm laid over his brow as a quiet smile played at his lips. You slid down the couch on to the floor next to him, he sat up and moved over beside you, both of your backs against the sofa. His arm wrapped loosely around your shoulders as he rested his head on top of yours.
“I’m so glad you brought me up to this cabin it’s been so much fun, just me and you, no distractions” your face beamed as you spoke, helplessly in love with this man and never been happier.
“Yeah, I’ve not been up here since.. Dean.” He paused for a moment, his brothers name always got stuck in his throat, almost too painful to say it.
“But it’s been amazing y/n. I didn’t know I could be this happy again.” He pressed a kiss to your head. He broke up the moment by standing up to dress himself, you followed suit. Throwing your bottoms on and staying in your bra, the heat in the room keeping you warm. Sam mirroring your decision and deciding to sport only his jeans.
He walked over to you and picked you up off your feet, you swung your legs around his waist as he carried you to his destination. He landed in the bedroom and dropped you on to the bed as he jumped down beside you and placing a sloppy wet kiss on your lips before getting back up to rummage through his bag.
“I got you something” he said excitedly as he dug through his duffel bag, in between his guns, shirts and books.
A small jewellery box was in the palm of his hand, as he clenched his fingers around it and walked over on his knees to you.
“This is an amulet bracelet” he explained as he opened up the box. A gorgeous fine silver bracelet lay in the case, with various colours and styles of small charms around it. Your eyes lit up as he took it and draped it over your wrist, fitting you perfectly.
“It is supposed to ward of bad spirits and energy and invite in the good.” He furthered his explanation. You cupped his face in your hands and brushed your lips on his lightly as you whispered you got him something too.
“Wait here it’s in my purse”
You left the bedroom and walked towards the living room you were about to bed over to grab your purse when the door bust open. You screamed at the man who had just booted the door open, who was drenched head to toe in blood, guts, goo and everything rotten.
“Who the hell are you!!??” He yelled at you, raising a gun in your direction. Sam heard the commotion and came charging through the halls with his gun, holding it up to the man, but only for a brief moment as they lowered them together.
“Sammy” the man cried as he charged over to your boyfriend and pulled him down into a hug. They stood there for about 40 seconds just latching on to each other before Sam stood up and walked towards you. His perfect body was now doused in whatever crap the man was covered in. He placed one hand loosely on your hip and as other motioned towards the man.
“Y/N this is Dean.” He introduced.
Your mouth bobbed up and down as your head flickered between Dean and Sam.
“Y-your brother?” You asked in disbelief. Sam had told you his brother died, although he did look like he had just climbed out of a grave.
“Nice to meet you. But if you don’t mind my brother and I have a lot of catching up to do.. so…” he motioned towards the door.
“Oh… yeah.. sorry I guess? I’ll go for a walk or something” you suggested, grabbing your t shirt that was laid across the couch and plunging it over your head to cover yourself up.
“Look lady, I’m sure you’re nice, but you’re going to have to leave. Like go home” He stayed firmly.
“Dean, she’s kind of living here at the minute, with me.” Sam confessed
“You a hunter?” Dean asked you. No you weren’t. You knew Sam was, that’s actually how you met. He was passing through town just driving anywhere and nowhere, and you both landed in the same bar. You had tried to escape the craziness in your home, where books and tables and shelves were being thrown around the room. Trying to avoid sounding mad you played it off as a joke to Sam, until he told you he could fix it. And he did. He stayed in your town for a while just to be near you, however he had quit hunting. It wasn’t the same for him to hunt without Dean.
“No” you shook your head at Dean.
“So you’re in here all cosy up with my baby brother…” he started scolding you then turned his attention to Sam.
“You know where I’ve been? Purgatory! The resting place of all things evil. I haven’t slept, haven’t eaten, haven’t done anything but kill for an entire year.. all this time you’re getting cosy with some whore?” He yelled at his baby brother, Sam opened his mouth to defend you before Dean cut him off again.
“How long did you even look? A few weeks?”
There was a long pause, the tension could be cut with a knife. A layer of tears glazed over Sam’s eyes as he looked up to the ceiling to avoid his brothers stare.
“You didn’t..” he laughed out of pure shock.
“You! Get the hell out of this cabin right now or I swear to god! I need to speak to my brother” Dean screamed at you raising his gun back up towards you and motioning towards to door with it. You grabbed your coat and ran out the door, leaving it wide open and running straight into the woods. Tears blurred your vision as you gently jogged away from the cabin, heading god knows where. You had to be as far away from that horrible man as possible. How could Sam be so sweet and his brother be so terrifying.
Your boots snapped branches and scuffled through leaves as you got to the heart of the woods. You squatted down for a moment to catch your breath when you heard twigs snapping behind you. The steps were slow and steady, heaving breathing followed them as your body started to tense up. Please be Sam. You spun around slowly, ready to face whatever was next to you, as you saw it your face dropped, and before you could run you were in its grasp, taken away into the night.
A/N: I chose the title, based on the Beatles song, because I was reading a Rolling Stones article and Paul McCartney said he wrote the song after having tried weed the first time. And while it sounds like a love song to a woman, it’s actually a love song to weed. A little bit of trivia there for ya. Anywho, on to the stoner fic!
Sam burst out the main Bunker door, his head poking out first to look around. His eyes landed on Y/N, who stood in the corner of the door’s alcove, hiding beneath the brick wall and railings.
“There you are,” he smiled, letting the door gently close behind him as he approached Y/N. She jumped in alarm at seeing him, quickly hiding something behind her back. Sam frowned before the smell hit him. He smirked knowingly, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
“What?” Y/N choked out in a strangled voice as she held her breath.
“Just waiting for you to choke on that toke,” Sam grinned.
As if on cue, she began coughing, the smoke in her lungs burning from being held in for so long. After a drawn-out coughing fit, she finally took in a deep breath.
“Well, I guess you caught me,” she grinned, pulling the mostly-smoked joint from its hiding place behind her back and taking a small hit to ensure it was still lit before passing it to Sam.
He accepted it, examining it before taking a long, smooth hit. He let the smoke roll around in his mouth, the smell and flavor lingering for his enjoyment. He breathed deep, sucking the smoke into his lungs and gracefully blowing it out with a contented sigh.
“You need to work on your rolling,” he laughed, passing it back to her.
“Yeah, well, I usually smoke blunts. You only had papers in your stash.”
She smirked at him as she took another drag. Sam laughed, shaking his head.
“Of course, you found my stash.”
“You always have a stash, Sam,” Y/N laughed. “You’re the one that got me started if you remember.”
“And now you’re a stoner,” Sam teased, hitting the joint and fending off Y/N’s feeble attack with his other hand.
“Says the stoner,” she rolled her eyes at him, making him laugh and choke hard, which made her laugh heartily in turn.
Sam suddenly wanted another, the one he’d taken from her thin and smoked down low already, as he spotted his stash tin beside her and snatched it up quickly. They chuckled together, as Sam opened the tin and began separating out the items he needed.
Y/N became entranced by Sam’s actions, admiring his hands as his long, nimble fingers began to hand-pick the bud, the callouses on his fingers acting as a grinder, reducing the dense plant to near powder under his effort. His hands were so large and strong, yet somehow gentle and precise all at once. His long, capable fingers made her bite her lip as she imagined just how skillful he could be.
As he rolled the paper and brought it to his lips, her eyes drifted along his arm, up to his neck, and froze on his lips. His tongue peeked out, dragging along the length of the paper to moisten it ever-so-slightly, his fingers rolling it sealed with practiced ease.
Y/N clenched her thighs. Seeing his tongue - wet and dexterous - made her ache. She’d always found Sam attractive, dorky nerd that he was. They always had a good time hanging out, laughing, and swapping stories of their time on the road. They all tried to meet up often, as much as hunting allowed. She cherished quiet moments alone with Sam like this.
Sam’s lips were slightly damp, parting the slightest to allow room for the end of the joint. Y/N watched with rapt attention as he took a long draw. Her eyes focused on the lines of his jaw and mouth as he opened, allowing a stream of smoke to trickle forth, before releasing a plume in a huge breath.
That should not have been as hot as it was.
Sam grinned, dimples popping once more, as he passed the joint to Y/N. She quietly accepted, taking a long drag and locking eyes with Sam as he watched her intently. She was suddenly aware of every movement she made as she blew out the smoke, their eyes still locked in some silent trance.
Sam was suddenly struck by her natural beauty. It’s not as if he hadn’t noticed it before. He’d always had a thing for Y/N, maybe more than a thing. But the timing never seemed right. Looking at her now - her smile bright, eyes glassy, lips wet with a light sheen from her licking and biting absentmindedly - Sam thought maybe now would be a good time.
“Y/N?” Sam asked, swallowing hard as he came to stand in front of where she leaned against the wall.
She looked up at him with those eyes, her body relaxed, showing her comfort with him. It had always been easy and fun, with no judgment as they talked and hung out.
“Are you finally gonna kiss me, Winchester?” she chuckled, finding his bashfulness endearing.
“You been waitin’?” he inquired, stamping out the half-smoked joint before his hands slid to her waist, letting him press himself against her.
“Been hopin’,” she admitted with a nod, her arms wrapped behind his neck, her fingers playing in the stands of his hair as she met his gaze.
In the next heartbeat, Sam leaned in as he brought their mouths together. Her heart fluttered, the kiss firm but chaste. Their eyes met again as Sam barely pulled apart from her, watching for her reaction. She took in a shuddering breath before leaning forward to press her lips to his once more.
Sam returned the kiss as they both sighed and relaxed into it, giving back in kind, running the tip of his tongue along the seam of her lips, just as he had when moistening the paper.
As it grew with a little more heat, Sam pressed Y/N into the brickwork behind her, his mouth sampling her as if they had all the time in the world. His hands found the curves of her sides, squeezing the soft flesh, introducing her body to his touch.
Sam forced himself to stop as the kiss -and their roaming hands- grew hungry. He’d wanted this forever, but he didn’t want to rush it. He wanted to have sex with her -so much that he almost couldn’t stand it- but he didn’t want it to be just about sex, or to have her think that’s all it was supposed to be.
“Y/N, wait,” Sam whispered, not wanting to break whatever was happening between them, but needing her to understand how he felt.
He faltered a bit as she tilted her head, a soft smile playing on her lips. Maybe it would be easier if he smoked some more, and was more comfortable.
“Let’s go back to my room,” he instead offered, holding one of her hands in his as he gathered the stash and supplies with the other.
“To sample more of your stash?” she smirked, hoping maybe they’d pick back up on that kissing ‘cause damn.
“And other things,” he insinuated with a filthy smirk, capturing her lips once more.
It was giggles and shushes and pauses to kiss against walls and archways, neither of them even thinking about Dean. They crashed through Sam’s door, their laughter bouncing in the small space as he closed it behind him, sealing them into their own little world.
Sam rushed to his nightstand, setting down the stash. As he turned around, Y/N was there, reaching out for him. Her hands found his pecks, smoothing up his shirt, and passed his collar.
Her hands continued their upwards path, fingers spreading out into his hair, then lightly scratching and tugging as they slowly came back down. Sam’s eyes fluttered shut, a shaky breath leaving his parted lips.
When he opened his eyes she was smiling at him, biting her bottom lip. He hadn’t realized his hands wrapped around her on their own at some point, holding her close.
The high from the weed mixed with the high from Y/N combined to make him feel absolutely blissful. He couldn’t help it, he had to kiss her again, and again.
Y/N giggled into the kisses, Sam giggling back but still kissing. She gently nudged him back, her hands on his chest, her smile still warm. One of her hands drifted down his torso as she held his gaze. He swallowed hard, wondering if she was going where he thought she was going, not that he’d stop her.
Her hand suddenly left him and then she took a couple of large steps backward, confusing Sam completely, his now empty arms dropping to his sides. She held up the half-smoked joint that she swiped from the nightstand with a triumphant grin.
“You’re such a tease,” Sam groaned, watching as she climbed on the bed, making herself comfortable against the headboard as she lit the joint.
“Tease implies that I am withholding something you want,” Y/N spoke as Sam relented and took up the space beside her. She blew out the smoke, smiling as she held it out to him, “Do I have something you want, Sam?”
Sam accepted the smokable, taking his fair share of hits as he mulled over her words. He below out the smoke, handing it back to her as he looked at her.
“You,” he finally spoke. Her eyes widened and he shook his head, looking down at his lap. “Everything I want, everything I think about, it all comes back to you.”
Y/N’s heart jumped into her throat, nearly choking her. The sight of Sam, hunched and not looking at her, told her all she needed to know.
He'd finally kissed her. She’d wanted it for so long, not wanting to push him. He’d been through so much, lost so many people. She needed to let him come to her. Now, the dam had broken as the moment she’d wished for was finally happening.
She dropped the joint in the ashtray -not wanting to cause a fire but not caring if it burned itself out in the tray- before crawling into Sam’s lap. Her actions forced him to sit straighter, his back against the headboard as she crowded herself into him as close as possible.
“Been waiting for you, Sam,” she breathed, his only warning before she kissed him deeply.
He moaned, his hands wrapping around her once more. He briefly wondered if they would always automatically find their way around her now before her kisses started moving down his neck, distracting him from his thoughts. When her hips ground down against him, his thoughts were obliterated, the woman in his arms his only concern.
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.
Imagine: You keep getting sick, but you find out that its more than that
Word Count: 758
You woke up to the smell of bacon and with a nauseous stomach. Oh god. You jumped out of bed and hurried to the bathroom.
You wiped your mouth and got up off your knees. You had a bug that you thought you were finally coming down from, but no, here it was again. You had gotten out of bed so fast that you didn’t even notice that Sam was nowhere to be found. You made your way to the kitchen, the smell of food becoming stronger as you got closer. The smell alone made you want to throw up, again.
Sam lit up when he saw you walk in.
“Hey, babe.” He gave you a quick kiss. He didn’t care that you were sick, he still slept in the same bed as you, kissed you and even sometimes showered with you. All against your wishes though, you didn’t want him to get sick as well. You gave him a small smile.
“Did you get sick again?” He asked, pulling out a chair for you. You nodded, frowning at him.
“I don’t understand, I’ve had this for a month, it should be gone by now.” Sam just shrugged.
“Sometimes things take a while.” He stated, putting some waffles and bacon on your plate. You looked down at the food, gagging a little. Ever since you had gotten sick, the sight, smell and even thought of food made you want to throw up, and you didn’t know why.
You looked up at Sam, who was now fixing his own plate.
“Sammy, before you sit down can you get me some mustard?” You asked. He opened his mouth then shut it again, he simply nodded before going to the fridge and getting the yellow bottle.
You sat at the table, drenching your breakfast in the condiment that you usually hated. Sam had gone to take a shower and Dean waltzed into the kitchen.
He looked over at your plate and raised his eyebrows.
“Mustard?” He asked with disgust slapped on his face. You just shrugged.
“So you have a ‘bug’ where you keep throwing up, and, you are eating weird food combos.” He still looked at you, still raising his eyebrows. You looked at him confused.
“What are you getting at?” You asked with bewilderment. He just chuckled.
“Ya know,” He made a rocking motion with his hands, and you finally caught what he was saying. Oh fuck. The thought of you being pregnant hadn’t even crossed your mind. The chewed up waffles and mustard fell from your open mouth and Dean took a step back.
“Dean, what am I going to tell Sam!” You yelled at him getting up quickly.
Sam heard the commotion and had walked in, his hair still sopping wet.
“Tell me what.” He asked, tucking his towel in around his waist. You sucked in a breath and looked over at Dean.
“I’ll leave you two to talk.” He spoke, grabbing his coffee mug and slipping out of the kitchen.
You looked up at Sam then quickly back down at the floor. You knew Sam had wanted a family, but that was years ago. Things had changed dramatically over the years, times had gotten harder. On top of that, you didn’t know if he still wanted to get married and do all the things you still wanted to do.
“Y/n.” He spoke, his voice was firmer this time. You stumbled over your words, trying to find the right ones to say.
“Do you- do you think it’s possible I might be… pregnant.” You whispered the last word as if it would have any effect on the current situation.
“No that’s impossible, we used protection.” He spoke, shaking his head. You didn’t know if he didn’t want to believe it, or if he just wasn’t happy but you just looked at him.
“Sam.” You whispered again, looking at him in the eyes. “I’m pregnant.” You said quietly. It was as if you actually saying it had affected him.
You watched his face go through about 1billion emotions before finally landing on happiness.
“Oh my god.” He breathed. “Y/n, were having a baby.” He spoke louder, his tone getting lighter.
You smiled at him. “You’re not mad?” You looked at him, taking in his expression.
“Mad? I’m excited. We’re going to have a mini us soon.” He smiled, grabbing you and pulling you in for a hug. You closed your eyes and melted into the hug
“God, I love you Y/n, and I can’t wait for our baby.”
Imagine: Going out with your friend to celebrate when you meet Soulless Sam at a bar.
Word Count: 789
Warnings: Implied smut, pervy guy, language
You and your best friend had decided to go out tonight to celebrate her recent job promotion. You guys had met up at your house so you could get ready.
You had just finished putting on your cherry red lipstick when she walked out of the bathroom with her purse in hand. “Ready?” She asked, you nodded grabbing your jacket and heading out. You guys got in your car and headed to the closest bar.
When you walked into the crowded place you were instantly hit with the smell of alcohol and sweat. The music blared so loud the bartender could barely hear what you were saying. You had ordered two beers while your friend wandered off to talk with guys.
You grabbed your drinks from the overly friendly bartender and walked over to your best friend, who was currently surrounded by a bunch of people. She had taken off her jacket and had pulled down her tank top a little. She was your best friend and you loved her, she loved attention just as much and it made you laugh. It was fun to watch. Although you didn’t see why she had to try, she was already really pretty.
“Hey, Y/n! Over here.” She said waving you over. You walked over and handed her a drink and looked at the guys she was talking to, there were 5 there. One of them was really tall and kept staring at you. His gorgeous eyes were dead, kind of like a fish. You smiled up at him lightly, and you watched as his eyes trailed over your body.
As time went on, finally the group had weeded out to just you and the tall guy, whose name you had learned to be Sam. Your friend had left with some guy named Jason and you too had eventually left the group, walking back over to the bar to order another drink. As you walked away you swayed your hips, being sure to catch Sam’s attention. You could his feel eyes on you every time you moved, and you chuckled lightly to yourself.
“Can I get another one?” You asked the guy. He looked at you for a second. “Can I get your name?” He asked smirking a little. You smiled kindly. “Depends. Why do you want it?” You asked, looking the guy over. “Because I want to know who’s gonna be screaming my name later.”
You scoffed. “Yeah sorry, buddy, not here for that.”
He chuckled, “Stop playing hard to get.”
“Can I have my beer now?” You asked holding out your hand. Instead, he grabbed your arm and pulled you really close. “Listen to me, I’m gonna bang you whether you want to or not.” His hot breath slapped you in the face.
He suddenly dropped your hand and looked straight behind you. You turned around and was met with someone’s chest.
“What the hell did you just say?” The tall guy said, cocking his head to the side, smirking as he spoke. The bartender backed up practically throwing your beer at you before bolting to the other side of the bar.
You smiled at Sam and he sat down next to you.
“Thank you for that.” You said, smiling at him. He nodded his head
“No problem.” He said staring at you. You looked at him, he was so, well, beautiful. There was really no other way to put it. You leaned forward a little folding your arms under your breasts so they caught his attention.
“What do you say you and I go blow off a little steam?” He asked, as his eyes raked over your body once more.
You pulled your jacket back on as Sam put his jeans back on. You looked in the mirror, checking out all the purple and red marks he had left on your neck.
“Just so you know this was a no strings attached thing.” He said grabbing his jacket. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and turned around to face him.
“Thank god, I thought you were one of those, we fucked once and now I think I’m in love kind of guys.”
He looked at you and started walking forward until he was right behind you. “How ‘bout we go for round two just to make sure?” He said while biting the already reddened skin. You moaned and turned around catching his lips with yours.
After that, there was one time Sam had stopped by again, but this time he was different. It was all the little things that were different about him, like his eyes. He was nicer and with another guy…. but that doesn’t mean you guys didn’t hook up later.
