Warning: Smut, Oral (Female Receiving), slight D and S
You opened your eyes, the sun pouring in as soon as you did. You groaned, trying to roll over onto Sam’s chest; keyword trying. You were met with an empty bed.
“Sam?” You called as you wrapped the sheets around you, dragging them with you along the hall as you walked. You didn’t have to worry about Dean seeing you in only a thin sheet because he was out for his favorite holiday, ‘unattached drifter Christmas’.
As you roamed the halls you could smell the smell of bacon becoming stronger and stronger. You called his name again and listened for a response.
“In here.” He called from the kitchen. When you walked in you smiled. There he was, shirtless, in grey sweats, cooking breakfast. His hair was still a little messy but you didn’t mind, you thought he looked good with it like that. Your eyes wandered over to his toned abdomen, then to his pants. You bit your lip mindlessly, those sweats left nothing to the imagination.
You were only drawn out of your thought because Sam had placed your breakfast down in front of you. The food looked absolutely amazing. “Thank you, babe.” You smiled as you looked up at him. You gave him a quick peck on the cheek before grabbing your fork and digging in. Sam was a wonderful cook, hell he was a wonderful everything. But his scrambled eggs were something that could never be matched.
Your death grip on the sheet that was covering you had slowly softened until you completely forgot about it. Sam cleared his throat and you looked up, taking a break from eating your breakfast. He nodded his head at you and you looked down, your whole top front was exposed.
“Not that I don’t enjoy the view but Dean will be home soon.” He said, taking a sip of his coffee and smiling, slightly clenching his jaw; god did you love it when he did that. You just chuckled, getting ready to take advantage of the morning. “Oh, I don’t think he’ll be home for a couple hours.” You smiled looking over at him. He almost choked on his coffee as you stood up, completely forgetting the sheet at your ankles. You watched as he shifted in his chair, so he was now facing you.
“Y/n.” He warned. You knew what you were doing, though. If you kept at this hopefully he would just fuck you right on the kitchen table. “What?” You asked innocently, running your hands along your body. You stopped at your breasts, thumbing your nipple. He shifted in his chair once again, this time he moved his legs closer together.
“Stop.” He spoke in a tone, it wasn’t one that you could explain but you could tell you were getting to him. Just the look he gave you alone was making you wet.
You never broke eye contact with him as you brought your hand down to your pussy. “Oh Sammy.” You moaned
That was all it took before he was out of his chair and grabbing you by the waist. “Oh, Y/n. I’m going to make you regret you did that.” You smiled up at him before desperately going for his lips. You kissed him with a bruising force. It was all so hot.
He suddenly pulled away. With his hands still on your hips he backed you up onto the table. Your knees caught on the edge and forced you to sit down. He kissed, more like sucked, a trail down to your pussy.
You looked down at him and he made eye contact with you.
“Please Sammy.” You barely got to finish before his mouth attacked your clit. You cursed under your breath as he sucked your cunt. You squirmed under his bruising touch, but he held your hips down. His tongue licked and swirled making it hard for you to contain yourself. Your moans became ragged as you neared your edge. Sam stopped only for a moment.
“Hold it.”
You didn’t think you could, and you were right. White dots exploded behind your eyelids and the coil that was tightening in your stomach was finally about to release.
“Sam I can’t” And with just those words you came undone beneath him.
Sam stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You lightly smirked at Sam, you had disobeyed him. You knew what happens when you don’t listen to him.
“I want you on the bed, ass up in 15 seconds.” He snarled, his eyes raking over your body one more time.
This was an idea I originally had for Sam but I felt like it fit Dean so much better, so here this is. I actually am not mad at it and I really like the plot. It reminded me a lot of the 100 (I’m not gonna say any spoilers but…) This is very angsty, if you couldn’t tell. There is kinda a twist thingy that I added in here. I was thinking about doing a part two but I’m not sure yet.
Imagine: You becoming more and more reckless on hunts and Dean getting angry at you.
Word Count: 781
The hunt had gone south, fast. It was as if the demons knew you were coming. You had been captured by a couple and they held you and the brothers hostage in a windowless room.
Sam and Dean were on the opposite side of you with demons on either side of them. And you, you had a demon holding a knife to your throat. You couldn’t help but laugh. Sam and Dean stared at you, not with confusion, but with fear. You had a knife to your throat and you were laughing.
They weren’t that surprised though. In the past month they had watched you get more reckless, more suicidal, and it scared the hell out of them. Dean especially. He worried so much about you, you were after all his girlfriend.
“If you’re gonna do it, then do it.” You chuckled, earning a death stare from Dean and a frown from Sam. The only reason they hadn’t tried to fight their way out was that your life was at stake, and they weren’t sure if you’d join them in the fight.
“You better watch that pretty mouth of yours or I just might.” The demon spoke in response, gripping you closer to him.
You watched as the boys’ faces turned from panic to relief.
A bright light showered the room and the grip on you was released. You watched coldly as demons dropped 1 by 1 by Cas’ hand
You looked at both the brothers before turning on your heal and walking out to the impala. You waited a good 5 minutes till the Winchesters came out of the shabby rundown house. You prepared yourself for the hour long talk you were bound to get about why you should be ‘more careful’ and how you had been ‘unbelievably reckless’ lately. You didn’t understand. It was your life. Why did they care so much what you did with it?
The driver side to the impala slammed close and you looked up from your twiddling thumbs. The ride home was surprisingly quiet, save Sam’s constant shuffling in his seat. When you pulled up to garage in the bunker Dean got out as quickly as he possibly could and slammed his door once again.
Sam looked back at you and gave you a quick sympathetic smile. You returned it and got out of the car, following Dean’s footsteps. They led you to the library. He sat there with his hands firm on the table.
“Dean, are you good?” You asked as you walked a little closer to him, being sure to stop a couple feet away. Dean was angry, you could tell. But it wasn’t the loud, throwing things anger; it was the quiet calm anger which with him, was by far scarier. It took a lot to make him like this, you knew you had majorly pissed him off but you wondered why it bothered him so much. You wondered why it didn’t bother you at all
He didn’t answer, instead he stared at you, coldly.
“Really?” Was all he said as he stood up from the table. You just shrugged at him.
“What?”
“Don’t what me, you know what.” His voice was low and deep. The kind of tone that would usually send shivers down your spine.
“What do you want me to say, Dean? It’s my life.”
He just stared at you. Is that what you really thought, that it was your life so you could do whatever you wanted. Things didn’t work that way anymore, not since Dean, not since you had gotten people who cared about you. Family.
“But that’s just it Y/n. It isn’t just your life anymore. Your decisions affect me andSam and they could easily get you killed. With your-“ He paused, as he tried to find the right words to say.
“With your laughing. Do you not care about what happens to you?” He asked, looking deep into your eyes. You didn’t know what it was, but lately you had wanted to feel something, anything. Whether it was guilt, happiness or fear, you really didn’t care. But you never did. Ever since you came back from hell you didn’t feel anything.
What came out of your mouth wasn’t what you wanted to say but it was exactly what you wanted to say at the same time.
“No, I really don’t Dean. So cut your losses because I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about what happens to me.” You watched his lips went into a tight line and he looked down.
When he looked back up tears were visible in his eyes.
“Okay.” He whispered.
You still didn’t feel anything as his eyes dropped from yours and he walked past you, leaving you standing alone in the library.
This went in an odd direction, it’s kinda cracky but it’s funny. It’s inspiration was this one scene in Grey’s Anatomy where Christina gets drunk
Imagine: You go out drinking with Dean and get absolutely hammered. Later Sam has to come get you and bring you home.
Word Count:794
It had been a very stressful day so when Dean suggested that you guys went out drinking you didn’t have any objections. In fact, you were excited. Usually you were the one to stay behind and just shower it off but today that was Sam. He said he was tired and needed to catch up on his much needed hours of sleep, and you didn’t blame him.
You put on your clothes for the night and glanced over at Sam, who had now taken his shirt off. His back muscles tensed as he reached forward to grab something off the counter.
“You know, I could just stay here.” You said as you hugged him from behind. His warm skin flush against yours. You could feel him chuckle.
“No, Y/n, go have fun. I’m probably just going to sleep as soon as you guys leave anyway.” You finally let go of him and he turned around, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.
“Alright, well, I love you.” You said, turning around to grab your jacket. You opened the door and stepped out. You walked down to Dean’s room and knocked on the door.
When you guys pulled up to the bar it was packed, with mostly motorcycles strewn throughout the parking lot. As soon as you walked in you smiled, it had been a while. No, you weren’t planning on getting so plastered that you couldn’t walk, but you did plan on letting loose a little.
Dean hurriedly searched for his phone. This was a situation he couldn’t handle by himself anymore.
There you were, drunk as hell, standing on a booth seat, screaming things like “There’s nothing to fear the hunters are here.” Dean had tried to get you down, multiple times, but you ended up pushing him away, or even tried to bite him. Now he understood why you didn’t drink.
Finally Dean had found his phone and he quickly dialed Sam’s number.
Sam woke up from the constant ringing coming from the other side of the room. He groggily got up, his hair was still a mess. He rubbed his eyes when he looked at the phone, why the hell was it so bright. He squinted, to finally see Dean’s name on the screen. He reluctantly answered.
“What?” Sam could hear the loud music in the background, along with a girl screaming.
“Dude, you need to come get Y/n.” Dean said, as he walked over to you.
Sam could hear what the screaming lady was saying. It was something about monsters and how everyone is safe because they are under control. He groaned to himself as he grabbed his jacket and opened the door. As he hung up, he could hear Dean lightly through the phone, “Y/n don’t.” And then a receiver click.
As Sam walked to the bar, he ran his fingers through his hair, trying to tame it a little. He finally opened the bar doors and the first thing he saw was your head peeking out of a booth. Dean had finally managed to get you down and to lay somewhere till Sam got there.
Your drunken self smiled as you saw Sam walking towards you.
“Hey, guys look, it’s my fiancé.” You grinned, putting emphasis on the ‘e’ at the end.
Sam sighed. “Y/n, I’m your husband.”
You paused for a second and your eyes got wide.
“Sam, you’re here. Come have a drink, Dean, let’s all get drinks.” You stumbled over your words.
Sam walked over to you, scooping you up in his arms.
“I think you’ve had enough.” Sam spoke. He watched as your head lolled to the side, damn you were plastered. He pushed open the door and started to walk you back to the room. Dean had decided to stay at the bar, and have some fun, less fun than you did.
Suddenly your head snapped up and you looked at Sam. You made a ‘come here’ motion with your hand and Sam bent down. You lifted your head up to his ear.
“You’re very pretty.” You spoke drunkenly as he pulled away, chuckling.
When you guys got to the room, Sam stripped off your clothes and put one of his shirts over you. He slid into bed beside you and fell asleep, again.
Light came pouring into the room, and you opened your eyes, immediately regretting it. You head pounded, it felt like someone had let a loose jackhammer in there.
“Oh my God.” You groaned.
You heard both the brothers’ chuckle.
Dean looked over at you and pointed to the two pills and the glass of water over by your bed.
“Those, are from the very pretty man.” He chuckled again, almost choking on his doughnut.
Imagine: Sam overhearing you crying to Dean about how badly your relationship is falling apart.
Kinda angsty-ish then gets fluffy
Word Count: 887
Sam stormed off, leaving you in the library with tears in your eyes. You and Sam had been having fights lately, they weren’t big, in fact, they were a whole bunch of small things over the course of years that had just built up and exploded and spread out into the span of a month. You heard a door slam in the distance and you jumped. It sucked, seeing Sam broken, and not knowing what to do with the pieces. You were sure that he had noticed too, all of the smallest things would set him off; whether it was the cap of toothpaste not being screwed back on, or you taking too long of showers. It used to never be like this, you guys used to be happy.
You walked down the corridor and went into the kitchen. You still had red eyes and puffy cheeks but it didn’t matter, you knew Sam would still be in your guys’ room and wouldn’t be out until a little later, and Dean had gone to the store for some food. You entered the kitchen and grabbed a glass off the drying rack and filled it up with water. You were still sniffling as you sat down at the table, you still felt like you were going to cry but you didn’t want to. Crying made you feel weak, and that was not something you ever liked to feel. You took a sip of your water and looked down.
“You okay?” A voice spoke, you looked up to see Dean with grocery bags in hand.
“Yeah”
He walked over and set the bags down on the counter before walking back over to the table you were at and sat down
“What’s wrong?”
You shook your head, “It’s nothing.”
“Obviously it’s something, Y/n talk to me.” He said, smiling, his eyes were soft.
You paused, looking at Dean. He genuinely looked like he wanted to hear about your problems. It was no secret that you and Sam were having struggles, it woke the whole bunker up when you guys fought, but Dean had been quiet about it, save the sympathetic looks he would slip you whenever it got bad. You still talked to him about everything, leaving some things out.
Sam had taken a shower and cooled off. He dried himself off and slipped on some sweats and a shirt. He decided to go find you and apologize, or at least talk, hopefully without the yelling. He walked down the hall, checking the library then Dean’s room. He knew you guys were close and that you talked a lot. He came up empty in both rooms. He wandered back down the hall hearing your and Dean’s voice coming from the kitchen.
“I just don’t know if it’s worth it anymore.”
He heard your hoarse voice, he froze right around the corner of the door. Was she talking about their relationship?
“Y/n don’t say that. I have never seen two people more perfect for each other than you guys.” Dean’s voice sounded apologetic.
“Then why do we fight over such stupid things? Things have changed, I don’t even know if he still wants to be together, if he even still loves me!”
Dean hadn’t said anything in response, it was quiet.
It broke Sam’s heart that you could think that. Of course he loved you, he could never stop, even if he wanted to.
“Listen to me, believe me or don’t. But Sam loves you, he’s crazy about you. It’s actually kind of sickening how in love he really is. I can’t tell you what you feel, but I see the way that you guys are with each other, all the looks and everything, that’s love if I’ve ever seen it.”
There was silence again. Dean was right though, where had you guys gone so wrong. Everyone was stressed and it had taken a toll on your relationship. Sam listened for anything else for your guys’ conversation but it was silent. Sam sighed, trying to figure out what to do next. He walked away, heading towards your guys’ room.
Your chair slid out from the table and you stood up. You walked down the hall and stopped at the familiar door. You stared at it, trying to decide what you were going to say to Sam when you walked in the room. You knocked softly, on the other side you could hear the bed creak. Sam opened the door and looked down at you.
You sucked in a breath. He looked a little rough, his eyes were red and his hair was messy, like he hadn’t brushed it. But he still looked great. Dean was right, you really did love him, and hopefully, he did too.
“I’m sorry.” You spoke shakily.
Sam pulled you into a hug. He took in your scent, it had been so long since you had been this close, he missed it, and he missed you.
“Y/n, you have nothing to be sorry for. I was being a dick.”
It felt good to not be screaming at each other for a change.
“Sam I-“
You were cut off.
“It’s okay.” He pulled you in tighter.
“I’m sorry, for everything.” He sighed, resting his head on your head. All he wanted was to stay like this forever.
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Summary:The reader is a hunter who has been living with the Winchesters for some time and is quite flirtatious with everyone…except for Dean. What happens when Dean confronts them about it?
Word Count: 2716
Warning:None
Song I Wrote To: “Something I Need” by One Republic
Note:This one is something I thought of one night as I was falling asleep. This one is GN!
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In the tense quiet of the Men of Letters Bunker, an Angel and a hunter were engaged in a serious battle.
“I do not understand the purpose of this game,” Castiel said as he sat across from you, his eyes never leaving yours.
“It’s a staringcontest, Cas. The purposeis to not look away,” you explained. His brow furrowed as he continued to stare at you, but you could tell that he wasn’t really getting it. Also, it was then that you realized Angels didn’t actually need to blink. “This is futile, isn’t it?” you asked Sam who sat to your left.
“Absolutely,” he answered with a small smile. With a huff, you broke off the stare and slumped in your seat. Cas still looked just as confused.
“Remind me to challenge Donna the next time we see her,” you grumbled and Sam nodded, trying not to laugh.
It was just another day with the Winchesters and their Angel best friend. You had been tagging alongside the trio for a while now. After meeting Dean on a hunt in Alabama, you had joined them periodically on their missions and then eventually visited their secret hideout and just never left.
Currently, you and the boys were at a crossroads with an angry spirit not far from the Bunker. You and Dean had trekked through a nearby graveyard but still couldn’t find the bones of one David Boss. By the time you had returned home, Sam had announced that he was going to call in the big guns.
Also known as Rowena MacLeod.
You had never met the witch but had heard many things about her from Sam, Dean, and Castiel. Some good, some bad, but it seemed to be a general census that the woman was as powerful as it gets.
“Sam, where’s your witch?” Dean asked as he walked into the library.
“She’s not mywitch,” Sam grumbled, but Dean just grinned sending a wink towards you and Cas. The latter just rolled his eyes, already annoyed with Dean poking fun at his brother. You sat back and watch the three of them interact, incredibly entertained.
Not long after, a loud banging echoed through the Bunker, and Sam jogged up the stairs to pull open the door. “Samuel!” a lovely Scottish voice said as light filtered down the stairs from outside.
“Hey, Rowena, thanks for coming,” Sam said, shutting the door behind the witch. You stood up as a petite and fiery woman entered the room.
“Andwhois this?” Rowena asked as she looked at you, her eyes scanning you from head to toe. You leaned back against the table, taking in your fill of the woman before you as well.
“Rowena,” Sam said, “this is (Y/N). (Y/N), Rowena.” The witch strutted forward and offered her hand to you, you took it in your own with a smile.
“Well, if I knew that you were thishot, I would have asked Sam to call you sooner,” you flirted with a wink. Rowena looked at Sam with her brows raised.
“Oh, Samuel, I think I like this one!” Rowena said as you let go of her hand. Sam sighed and rolled his eyes. Castiel watched the interaction with exasperation as usual, but Dean wasn’t as amused.
He never understood how you were so…openwith everyone you met. You were a very flirtatious person and he had figured that out quite soon after working a case with you in Louisiana. However, while you tended to flirt with everyone, Sam and Cas included, you never aimed your winks and cheeky grins at him and he’d be lying if that fact didn’t keep him up at night.
It didn’t take long for Sam to catch Rowena up on what was going on. Rowena was very familiar with the kind of spirit that you all were dealing with and knew just what to do to vanquish the rest of the spook that was still hanging around causing issues.
“I am going to need to make a run into town,” Rowena said as she examined the pantry of spices and spell ingredients the Bunker had. Rowena then turned to you with a glint in her eyes. “Care to accompany me, Darling?” she asked and you were surprised by her offer, but then offered her your arm with a slight bow.
“It’d be my honor,” you joked and she took it.
“Ah! See boys,” she addressed Sam, Dean, and Cas, “this is how a woman should be treated.”
“Just go get your spell stuff,” Dean said curtly and Rowena waved him off and the two of you floated from the room. Dean watched after you, his jaw clenched. As soon as the door shut behind you, Dean sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
“What?” Sam asked.
“Anyone else catch that?” Dean asked.
“Catch what?” Cas asked, sinking into a chair next to his best friend.
“Rowena and (Y/N),” he said. “They were getting a bit…chummy.”
“Chummy?” Sam asked and Dean narrowed his eyes at his little brother.
“You know what I mean,” Dean said.
“Dean, you know (Y/N), they’re like that with everyone. I don’t think it ever means anything,” Sam reminded him.
“Yeah, whatever,” Dean grumbled. Over Dean’s shoulder, Cas and Sam shared a look that didn’t go unnoticed by the older Winchester. “Stop it, you two.”
———-
When you and Rowena returned, you both were laughing.
Sam, Dean, and Cas all looked up from their spots at the war table as the two of you skipped down the stairs. “Quite the witch in training you have here, boys,” Rowena complimented. You knocked her shoulder gently with a smile of your own.
“No, not me,” you said with a shake of your head. “I prefer the more physical side of hunting. Isn’t that right, handsome?” you asked Castiel who coughed awkwardly. Next to him, Dean just blinked, trying not to look at you.
“Well, I can’t argue that this one doesn’t have taste,” Rowena said as she walked by Cas, not being shy at all as she checked him out. Cas, who was used to it, just sighed and then followed after the witch to help her prepare for the spell.
Once Rowena had everything she needed, the spell went perfectly. You weren’t the biggest fan of magic. Any time you were around it, it never ended well. You knew that it was a part of being in the supernatural world and understanding it, but still, as soon as the chanting started, you took a step back.
Observing, you noticed how Sam watched Rowena very intently, making sure he understood everything she did. While out with her, Rowena had told you that Sam had a gift for the magical arts. She figured that out of any hunter she had ever met, he was the closest thing to a witch there was.
You hadn’t seen Sam work many spells, but with a mind like his, you knew she had to be right. Dean and Cas helped with the spell, handing Sam and Rowena whatever they needed, and soon enough, purple smoke rose from the pot Rowena was stirring, and then she was smiling.
“Well, there you go,” Rowena said with her signature smirk.
“That’s it?” Dean asked.
“Oh,Dean,” Rowena said gently, “this spirit was not a spirit at all, it was more of a remnant of an evil one long ago. Happens occasionally even if the bones are charred. However with a little bit of magic and the help of my lovely assistant,” she looked at Sam, “we are able to put poor Mr. Boss to rest.”
“It was that easy?” Dean asked.
“When you’re me, it is,” Rowena said with a wink and you chuckled from your spot by the bookcases.
“Well,” you announced, “I say we deserve a drink.”
“I second that,” Sam said. Soon everyone began relaxing. Rowena was going to head out in the morning so the Winchesters offered her a bed for the night.
Just as the witch finished telling a story about a young Crowley, you got up to go to the kitchen in search of another beer. Entering the kitchen, you ran into Dean who was leaning against the stainless steel counter.
“Want another one?” You asked, holding up your empty bottle as you tossed it into the bin. Dean glanced up from his phone that he had been scrolling on and then shook his head.
“No,” he said curtly and then walked from the room without another word. You looked after him in confusion. Dean had been weird around you lately and you weren’t exactly sure why. Although, you knew that he was working through a lot since he got the Mark.
The Mark of Cain had become more of a problem as the days went on. Everyone was trying to find a solution for removing the infernal thing, but so far everyone had nothing. Brushing off his cold shoulder, you grabbed another beer and left to rejoin the group.
When you returned to the Library, Dean was nowhere to be found. “Where’s Dean?” Sam asked.
“No idea,” you said, reclaiming your seat across from Rowena. “He just walked away when I asked him if he wanted another beer.”
“He’s probably in the garage,” Castiel said with a sigh as he stood up and headed out of the library, his trench coat swishing behind him. You turned your attention back to your drink as Sam and Rowena gave each other a knowing look.
—————
“(Y/N) knows that something is wrong,” Castiel said as he walked up to Dean who was leaning over Baby’s hood.
“Nothing’s wrong,” Dean said with a one-shouldered shrug.
“Right,” Cas said, leaning against the car. “Dean, look at me.” When the hunter finally relented and looked at the Angel, he crossed his arms.
“What?” He asked.
“You know,” Cas continued, “for someone who has always told me to embrace human emotions, you are quite horrible at it.”
“Wow, thank you,” Dean deadpanned with a roll of his eyes, but Cas was not done yet.
“You know that they care about you, Dean.”
“Do I?”
“Do you think that (Y/N) would still be around if they didn’t?” Cas asked. Dean furrowed his brow.
“Are you saying that I am difficult to be around, buddy?” Dean asked, a bit of humor lighting up his eyes.
“At times, yes,” Castiel admitted and Dean shook his head with a chuckle. He should have known Cas was one to always tell the truth.
“So, what kind of wise advice do you have for me this time, Cas?” Dean asked.
“I think I’m all out of wisdom, Dean, but I do know that you’ll figure it out,” Cas said as he headed back inside, “you always do.”
———–
Later that night, you sat alone in the library flipping through an ancient text. After a while, the words started to blur together, but you forced yourself to stay awake. You had to.
For him.
There wasn’t much literature on the Mark of Cain, but you had to try. Even though you all had combed through every book in the Men of Letters’ libraries, you felt the need to go through it all again just in case any of you missed something.
Reaching for the cup of coffee that now sat empty, you sighed. “You don’t have to do that, you know,” a voice came from behind you. Sitting up straighter, you saw Dean approaching you. He sat down next to you at the table, a tired look on his face.
“It can’t hurt,” you said with a shrug. You flipped another page and then his hand came across yours, stopping you. He then closed the book, gaining your full attention. It was silent for a moment before Dean finally clasped his hands together and looked at you in the eyes.
“I’m sorry for being a dick earlier,” Dean said and you frowned slightly.
“It’s okay,” you said. “I mean, I get it.” Dean shook his head, running a hand over his jaw.
“No, you don’t,” he argued. Dean looked at you with almost a pleading look in his eyes as if he was nearly begging you to see the honesty and truth that he was feeling.
“Dean, you don’t have to explain how that thingmakes you feel. Besides, Cas and Claire, they already gave me the rundown. Sam, too, so don’t worry about it.”
“It’s not the Mark,” Dean said softly and you froze for just a second before looking at him in confusion. You prided yourself on knowing what the Winchesters were always thinking. They were a lot easier to read than they thought, but at that moment, Dean was a solid wall that you couldn’t break through.
“Then what is it?”
“It’s just… You’re just always so flirtywith people,” Dean finally admitted and you had to bite your tongue from laughing out loud. Instead, you opted for a slight chuckle. Dean looked slightly embarrassed, but you grabbed his hand to reassure him.
“Is that bad?” you asked, still trying to hide your smile.
“No!” Dean exclaimed and then lowered his voice a bit. “No, not at all. I mean, look at me, who am I to judge, right?”
“And yet?” you asked.
“You never do it with me. The flirting,” he said and you let go of his hand awkwardly. Dean noticed immediately and looked away.
“Oh,” you said, unsure of what else to say.
“Yeah,” Dean said, his voice lower than usual. You noticed that he did that when he was either embarrassed or nervous. Looking at him, you felt emotions swell in your chest that you hadn’t acknowledged in some time. It was easier to not think about Dean when in reality, he was all you thought about.
“I guess,” you began and Dean looked back at you, surprised to hear you actually answering him. “I guess it’s because I get nervous.”
“About what?” Dean asked. His green eyes drilled into yours and you figured now was as good a time as any to be honest.
“With the others, with Cas or Sam, it’s just fun and lighthearted jokes. However, when it comes to you, it’s different.”
“Why?”
“Dean…”you said softly, trailing off. You looked at him, urging him to understand everything you were feeling just through a look. It took him longer than usual to pick up on what you were trying to say and then his face softened.
“Oh,”he whispered and then very carefully took your hand in his. Dean lifted your hand and placed it under his chin, holding it tight as he looked at you. “I never realized.”
“I’m sorry if you thought that I didn’t…” you said.
“Don’t apologize, (Y/N),” he said, shaking his head, his stubble scratching along your knuckles. “I was being an ass and stupid as usual. I guess we both weren’t seeing clearly.” You moved your hand from under his chin to the side of his face. Dean leaned into your palm and it was oddly intimate, but it felt nice.
“Let me help you fight this,” you whispered, your other hand ghosting over the Mark that was branded on his right arm. “Please don’t make me lose you.”
“You won’t,” Dean promised, moving closer to you. “Especially not now. Hell, it’s going to take a lot more than this damn Mark to make me leave you.” Dean then reached forward and cupped his hands around the back of your neck and pulled you into him. Your lips met and you completely forgot about the book that lay in front of you. As you kissed Dean Winchester, the only word that came to mind was,Finally.
In the other room, Sam and Rowena leaned around the corner, eavesdropping on the conversation.
“I told you, Samuel, that friend of yours has good taste,” Rowena said with a grin.
“I hate when you’re right,” Sam said with a mocking smile.
“No, you don’t,” Rowena said and then reached up and patted his cheek with a wink before strutting back towards her room.
Sam rolled his eyes, took one more glance at his brother and you who were finally taking that leap, and then ran after his witch.
Dean x Vampire!OC: Dean meets the reader on a hunt and doesnt know they’re a vampire. They work together on multiple cases, will the truth ever be discovered? What happens when they meet Cas?
Castiel x Dean: Based on the song Carry You by Ruelle. Plot is still being fully outlined, but listen to the song and you’ll know its perfect for them
If you want to be tagged in any of these, let me know
Intro: You and Dean have been dating for about a year now, but you’ve known each other for almost 3. You met him and his brother, Sam, when they helped rid you of a curse and saved your life. The two of you stayed in contact after that and occasionally went out on dates when Dean started showing his true feelings for you. After things got serious, and you involved yourself more and more into Dean’s world, you decided to travel on the road with him and his brother, while working from ‘home’ and helping them solve cases when need be.
”You sure this is the place?” Dean questioned Sam as the three of you entered a bar not too far from the bunker.
“Yeah. The bartender I spoke to earlier is right over there.” Sam was pointing out the girl behind the bar. “She said her friend should be working today and could tell us some more stuff involving this case. I think we’re looking for an Amy.”
“Amy?” Dean said nervously. “Amy?” He asked again, waiting for some reassurance.
Pairing: Sam x F!Reader. Other Characters: Dean, Jody and Donna (mentioned)
Word Count: 8424 (I know, I know)
Warnings: Mild show-level violence, hospitals, memory loss, some angst, but enough fluff to balance it out (hopefully)
Summary: After five years together, Sam and the Reader are celebrating their anniversary. But during a hunt involving a vengeful spirit, the Reader gets caught in the crossfire and loses some of her memories. Can Sam and Dean help her regain what’s been lost, and return everything to the way it was before?
“Sam, would you please take dinner out of the oven? The timer went off and I’m kind of in the middle of this,” you asked. Tonight, you and Sam had the bunker all to yourselves so you could celebrate your anniversary. You decided to make your Baked Pasta Shells, stuffed with cheese and spinach, along with a tossed salad. It was the dish you had made for him on your first Valentine’s Day dinner together, and he had raved about it ever since.
“Sure thing, babe,” Sam replied. He grabbed the oven mitts and removed the casserole dish from the oven rack. He also took out the loaf of garlic bread that had reached the perfect level of toastiness.
While Sam was on oven duty, you continued to chop and add various vegetables to the leafy greens. You tossed the ingredients together in the bowl until they were all well incorporated. Satisfied with the results, you set the bowl aside and turned your attention to Sam.
When Sam reached into the oven to take out the casserole dish, his shirt ever so slightly rode up from his waist. It gave you a peek at a sliver of skin on his well-muscled body, and it took everything in you not to start drooling on the spot.
Sam turned around to find you staring, which brought a teasing smirk to his face. “See something you like, sweetheart?” he grinned.
You sauntered over to him as he was taking off the oven mitts and wrapped your arms around his waist. “Nah, not something I like, something I love,” you smiled, never breaking eye contact with him.
Sam chuckled and dipped his head lower to capture your lips in a slow, lingering kiss. “Mmmm, I’ve got something I love right here,” he replied softly.
“I love you too, Sam,” you answered, as you rose on tiptoes to kiss him again. You and Sam exchanged a few more kisses and sweet words. Then you broke away from each other to finish setting up for dinner.
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Sam sat back in his chair and patted his full, but well-toned, stomach. “That was even better than the first time you made that particular dish for me,” he remarked.
“Thank you, Sam. I’m glad you enjoyed it,” you replied.
Sam stood from his chair and pulled out his phone. He fiddled with the buttons for a bit, until you heard soft music playing from it. He bent over a little to catch your gaze and extended his hand to you, palm up. “Dance with me?” he asked.
You nodded and placed your hand in his as you rose from your chair. Sam curled his right arm around you to hold you nearly flush with his body. Your left hand reached up to cradle his neck, while your right hand was held securely to Sam’s chest by his free hand. Soft kisses were placed on your forehead as you danced, or more accurately, slowly swayed from side to side.
When the music ended, Sam dipped his head and captured your lips with his own. As your mouths moved together, there was just enough space for Sam’s tongue to slip through. You caught a hint of the tangy tomato sauce as your tongue explored Sam’s mouth. He broke the kiss to start a trail from your mouth to your neck, taking little nips here and there to leave his mark.
“Baby, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured against your skin. He pulled back to gaze into your eyes and smiled as he grazed the back of his hand on your cheek. “And now, I have something I’ve been meaning to ask you, sweetheart,” Sam announced. He lowered himself to one knee, his kaleidoscope eyes locked on yours.
“Sam?” you whispered.
“My love, we’ve known each other for more than ten years, only getting together in the past five. Definitely had our share of ups and downs during all that time, but believe me, it’s all been worth it. As soon as we met on that werewolf case, I knew you were going to be someone important in my life. And I was right.
"I love the many wonderful parts of you, like your eyes, your smile. The way you scrunch your nose when you’re concentrating on research, the soft sounds you make while you’re asleep. I love the way your hand fits perfectly into mine, as if we were made for each other.
"You’ve taken pieces from my life and made them yours, such as my shirts, the one side of my bed but especially my heart. Will you do me the honor and take my last name and make it yours?” he asked.
Sometime during his speech, Sam had withdrawn a black velvet box from his pocket. It sat in the palm of his shaking hand, opened and holding it out to you. Nestled within the cushion of the box was a band of white gold with a modest, cushion-shaped diamond in the center. On either side of the diamond was a small aquamarine baguette-style stone.
“Oh Sam,” you breathed. “It’s beautiful,” you said.
“Nowhere near as beautiful as you are,” he affirmed. “So, will you be my Mrs. Winchester?”
“Yes, yes, a thousand million times yes, Sam,” you exclaimed as you threw your arms around your now-fiancé. Once Sam slid the ring onto your finger, you peppered his face with kisses until settling in for a deeper kiss.
Unfortunately, the ringing of Sam’s phone interrupted any further celebration. He fished it out of his pocket and gave you a puzzled look when he noticed the caller ID showed Dean’s name on it. Dean was visiting Jody, Donna and the girls so that you and Sam could be alone. “Hey, Dean, what’s going on? What?….But you said….You promised me, Dean….Yes, I did….Well, of course she said yes….I’ll tell her….Yep….Bye, Dean,” Sam closed his eyes after hanging up the phone from Dean.
From the sound of Sam’s side of the conversation, you could tell that your evening was about to get turned upside down. Sam finally opened his eyes to lock onto yours and reached out for you to put your hands in his. “First of all, Dean said ‘congratulations’ on us getting engaged. Wishes he’d been here to see it, but said he’d let you tell him all about it,” Sam remarked.
“Sam, baby, why don’t you just tell me what it is you’re trying so hard not to tell me? Whatever it is, it’ll be okay,” you assured him.
He took a deep breath before answering. “There’s a case up in Sioux Falls. I know, Dean promised that we would take a break from hunting, but that was before–” you pressed your index finger to his lips.
“Shh, Sam. It’s all right because it’s who we are and what we do. We’re hunters, Sam, and we help people. Neither rain, nor sleet, nor snow, nor blah blah blah, you know what I’m trying to say,” you muttered.
Sam chuckled. “I understand what you’re getting at, my love. Let’s go get packed and get the show on the road,” he declared.
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Thirty minutes later, you and Sam had taken off from the bunker in your Royal Blue 1967 Chevy Nova. Your taste in music was a little different than Sam’s, in fact it was closer to what Dean liked. However, you and Sam managed to find some common ground with 80’s tunes and the greatest hits of Vince Vincente.
You took the first shift driving, while Sam got some well-needed rest. He curled up next to you facing the back of the seat, his head resting on your thigh. Each time a car passed by on the other side of the road, its headlights caused the diamond on your left hand to briefly sparkle. You smiled, thinking how the ring represented a new adventure for you and the sleeping giant next to you.
With your left hand on the steering wheel, your right hand rested on Sam’s bicep or brushed the hair out of his eyes while he slept, not wanting anything to disturb his rest. Sam shifted in the seat and let out a groan of appreciation as your fingers ran delicately through his hair. “Mmmm, feels amazing, baby. Don’t stop,” Sam mumbled.
You chuckled softly. “Never, my love,” you whispered. “Sleep for now. We’ve got plenty of road ahead of us,” you soothed. Sam burrowed his head further into your body, placing light kisses under the hem of your shirt. You barely held back a whimper at the feel of his lips on your body. “Sam,” you warned. You felt him smile against your skin in response, then his breathing evened out and he was asleep again.
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Nearly ten hours later, you and Sam had reached Jody’s house. As soon as you and Sam got out of the car, everyone came running out of the house to see the two of you. Dean reached Sam first and pulled him into a hug and slapped him on the back to congratulate him. Jody, Donna and the rest of the girls were crowded around you, offering their congratulations as they admired the ring.
After the initial excitement about your arrival had subsided, everyone went inside to discuss the case. Dean explained that it was a particularly persistent spirit that was bordering on vengeful, making it tougher to take it down. Jody filled the group in on the house and surrounding area where the spirit was causing problems.
Once the plan was formulated, preparations started for the mission, including gathering supplies. Sam walked over to you and watched as you made salt rounds for the shotguns.
You caught Sam’s gaze and smiled. “Hi there, handsome. Something I can do for you?” you asked.
Sam cleared his throat before answering. “Hey, um….are you sure you want to even go on this hunt?” he questioned. “It’s okay if you want to stay back here with the girls, I think we can handle it,” he suggested.
“Sam,” you started, turning away from the machine. “Is there something you’re not telling me? Do you not want me to come on this hunt?” you inquired.
“It’s just….a bad feeling I have, that’s all. You know what? Forget I said anything,” he replied as he gave you a quick smile.
You took one of Sam’s large hands between your two smaller ones. “Hey. I’ll be all right, Sam, 'cause we’ll be together. We’re stronger together than we are apart, right?” you remarked.
Sam withdrew his hand from yours, only to use it to pull you into his arms. You wrapped your arms around his waist, running your hands up and down Sam’s back to soothe him. Sam rested his chin on the top of your head and closed his eyes. “Right you are, babygirl,” he answered softly.
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The plan was for Dean and Donna to go through the front entrance, while you and Sam went in through the back. Before going in, Dean called for a weapons check to make sure everyone had enough salt rounds. With final preparations done, Dean split off with Donna and Sam split off with you.
You and Sam tracked the spirit to the giant Great Hall area of the house. During your pre-hunt research, it was determined that the spirit had to be that of Edward J. Mulroy. He scowled at you and Sam, probably trying to decide which one of you to attack first. When Donna and Dean caught up to you, it further enraged the spirit at the addition of more intruders.
The research also told you that the object tying Mulroy to this world was his pair of wire-rimmed spectacles. Dean and Donna kept Mulroy’s attention divided while you and Sam frantically searched for the glasses. You had a feeling they were somewhere in the Great Hall, you and Sam just had to keep looking.
Every once in a while, you heard shotgun blasts going off, indicating Mulroy had gotten too close to a member of the team. You rummaged through the moving boxes stacked near the door. It looked like the packing had been recently done. The outside surface of the boxes didn’t have the same layer of dust as everything else in the room.
“It would sure help if these boxes were labeled,” you muttered. “I think this is why Mulroy is upset and taking it out on everyone else. Jody said this 'packing up’ all started a few weeks ago, right?” you hollered.
“Right!” Dean answered as he shot another salt round at Mulroy. “Guess old Eddie wasn’t fond of having all of his stuff packed away, huh?” he smirked.
Your eyes widened when you saw Mulroy reappear directly behind Dean. “DEAN! BEHIND YOU!” you shouted, but it was too late. Mulroy waved his hand and Dean went flying across the room, skidding to a stop in front of you. “Are you okay?” you inquired.
“Yeah, I’m all right. Got any more rounds? I’m out,” Dean replied.
You handed him a couple of extra salt rounds from your supply, then went back to checking through boxes. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a flash of light. You dug through the contents to find the source of the light, and finally closed your hands around the object of your search. “Got 'em!” you exclaimed, holding the spectacles over your head in triumph.
Just as you were about to light them on fire, you heard Sam yelling, “LOOK OUT!” You turned around to see Edward J. Mulroy floating directly in front of you, glaring with red, glowing eyes. Wanting to waste no time, you brought your hand back to launch the glasses through the air and over to Sam.
Mulroy seemed to anticipate this move, because he landed a blow to your midsection, nearly driving the air from your lungs. Before you could take any chance to defend yourself, Mulroy threw you against the wall. Your head hit the wall with a sickening thud, and you dropped to the floor in a crumpled heap. The spectacles bounced out of your hand from the impact and skittered across the floor.
Sam’s eyes followed the path to where the eyeglasses had landed and yelled for Dean or Donna to grab them. Sam then wasted no time in hurrying over to where you were laying on the floor, unconscious. “No, no, no, come on, baby,” he crooned. “I need you to wake up, please,” Sam pleaded. He pressed two fingers to your wrist and was relieved when he felt your pulse.
What Sam didn’t notice was that Mulroy’s spirit had refocused his attention on the two of you instead of Dean. Mulroy started to advance on you and Sam, intent on finishing you off before moving to Sam. When the spirit had almost reached your position and was poised to strike, he suddenly let out a horrifying scream. Mulroy became engulfed into flames and was finally blinked out of existence.
Dean and Donna came rushing over to Sam, who had you cradled in his arms. “She-she won’t wake up, Dean,” he sobbed, turning a tear-stained face to his brother.
“All right, Sammy, it’s gonna be okay,” Dean soothed. “She’s going to be all right, but we’ve gotta hurry and get her to the hospital, so let’s do that, okay?” Sam nodded. Donna ran ahead to open doors for the boys. Dean helped Sam to gently place you in the back of the Impala. Sam settled into the back seat as well, placing your head on his chest.
As the Impala roared down the road, Sam held you securely in his arms, murmuring his encouragement softly into your ears. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the Impala pulled up to the ER doors. Dean eased you out of the car and into Sam’s waiting arms. “Help! Somebody help us please! My fiancée hit her head on something and she won’t wake up,” Sam implored.
One of the nurses grabbed a gurney and Sam gently placed you on it. His heart ached at seeing your gorgeous eyes still closed and head lolled to one side, still unconscious. As more nurses and a couple of doctors started to assess your condition, Sam was nudged out of the way. Dean took hold of Sam’s arm and, with caring but firm hands, guided his brother to the waiting room.
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At first, Sam refused to sit in one of the waiting room chairs, preferring to pace the floor. Dean kept in contact with Donna and Jody, even if only to say there was no word on your condition. Even when Sam finally settled in a chair, he couldn’t relax. His elbows were resting on his knees, the palms of his hands pressed together and his index fingers touching his nose.
While he waited for word on you, Sam thought back on how the two of you met. You were all on the hunt for a pair of werewolves causing problems, with you hunting solo. When you got to the site, you saw the Impala and wondered if you had stumbled across the infamous Winchesters.
***FLASHBACK***
Sam and Dean had tracked the werewolves to an abandoned cabin just outside of Auburn, Nebraska. When you came up to their location, you were met with the sight of two men, one with spiky, sandy blond hair. He was wearing jeans, a leather jacket and carrying a gleaming M1911A1 pistol with mother-of-pearl pistol grips.
The other man was slightly taller, with longer, chestnut hair, wearing a flannel shirt and jeans with boots. He was also carrying a handgun, a Taurus 92 9mm, also with mother-of-pearl grips. His weapon was at the ready as they were preparing to enter the abandoned cabin.
“Excuse me,” you whisper-yelled.
Both men whipped around to face you, their weapons now trained on you. The shorter one took a couple of steps in your direction. “Who are you and what the hell are you doing here? Go back to town, it’s too dangerous,” he snapped.
“Really? Then I guess it’s fortunate for me that I have silver bullets in my clip, isn’t it?” you retorted. You introduced yourself and stuck out your right hand for a handshake. When the men introduced themselves as Sam and Dean Winchester, your eyes nearly bugged out of your head. Growing up, you’d heard stories about these two. They were legends in the hunting community, ones you never thought you’d cross paths with.
Reluctantly, they explained their plan and you agreed to help them. After the werewolf threat had been neutralized, the Winchesters joined you at the town’s watering hole. While Dean flirted with the local women, you and Sam found a quiet corner booth and got to know each other better.
You found that Sam had a weird obsession with serial killers, and downloaded nearly every podcast he could find. He was one of the best at researching cases, because of his thirst for knowledge. Times were rare that you didn’t find him poring over a lore book or chasing some obscure fact down the rabbit hole to its end.
If Sam was one of the best at research, you were right there beside him with your skills. He admired how easily you picked up foreign languages, even learning Enochian from Cas. The way your mind worked was at times a bit scary for him, but it had paid off more than once on cases. Reading was an activity you also enjoyed, though you preferred more popular titles instead of Ghosts, Ghouls, and the Witches Who Love Them. It wasn’t long after the werewolf hunt that you moved into to your own room in the bunker, just across the hall from Sam’s room.
Dean could see Sam’s brain had to be running a mile a minute, thinking of all the possible outcomes. It had already been nearly three hours since you were brought in and whisked away for treatment without any further word. Dean carefully laid a hand on his brother’s shoulder, which let Sam know that whatever happened, he wouldn’t be alone.
“Sam, you know she’s a strong woman. She’s going to come out of this and be back with you in no time,” Dean remarked.
Sam took a deep breath before responding. “Yeah, Dean, I know. While she was making the salt rounds, I asked her if she wanted to stay behind. I told her I had a feeling that something bad was going to happen. She told me she would be all right, because we’d be together. Then she said, 'we’re stronger together than we are apart’. Should’ve left her at Jody’s anyway,” he muttered.
Dean barked out a laugh, which startled Sam. “And how long do you think that would’ve lasted? She’s stubborn too, don’t forget. You and I both know that it wouldn’t have changed anything, Sammy. Now come on, let’s go get some coffee or something,” Dean suggested.
Sam nodded and gave his brother a small smile, which Dean considered a good sign. Just as they stood up from their chairs, the doctor called out your name. Both men rushed over to where the doctor was standing, ready to tell the Winchesters about your condition.
The doctor said you were resting comfortably, but that you had a broken arm, which was already set in a plaster cast. He explained that there had been some swelling on the brain, which they were initially concerned about. The internal pressure on your skull might have become a problem if it continued, but that it seemed to be reduced since you were brought in.
“I feel it’s fair to warn you–due to the head injury, she may have some temporary memory loss. How temporary it is depends on her and the support of others around her. You can try to jog her memory by surrounding her with familiar people, things and especially smells. Certain aromas can be a powerful memory trigger. If you have any additional questions, please let me know,” the doctor remarked before he walked away.
As Sam and Dean stood in the corridor wondering what to do next, a nurse came up behind them. She introduced herself and offered to direct them to your room. They followed the nurse, who gently knocked on the door and asked to enter before walking in with Sam and Dean.
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You were propped up into a half-sitting position in the bed, sleeping, with your left arm in a cast and propped up on a pillow. A bandage covered the wound on your head, and there was a steady beeping noise from the machines monitoring your condition. “Oh, baby,” Sam whispered.
At the sound of Sam’s voice, you stirred in your sleep, your eyelids fluttering until they’re fully opened. “Sam? Dean?” you croaked. “What happened? What am I doing in here?”
Sam and Dean looked at each other, silently communicating about how much to tell you. Then they each pulled up a chair to sit next to your bed. “We were on a hunt, and you got hurt,” Dean answered. Sam took your hand in his, almost engulfing your smaller hand. His thumb rubbed soothing circles on the back of your hand.
“Oh. Was it the werewolf hunt in Auburn, Nebraska, or the shifter case in Red Oak, Iowa?” you asked.
Sam and Dean froze. If that’s what you last remembered, it could be a long time before your memory was back to full strength. “No, honey, neither of those cases,” Sam choked out. “We’re near Sioux Falls, helping Jody on a vengeful spirit case,” he explained.
Your attention was drawn to the sparkling ring on your left hand. “Wow, where did this come from? Was it part of my cover story, did I have to pose as a couple with one of you?” you wondered.
Sam turned his head so you wouldn’t see the tears gathering in his eyes. “I’m gonna–gonna go get some coffee,” he finally ground out. Without a glance in your direction, he stood up from his chair and left your room.
Dean could almost hear his brother’s heart breaking because you didn’t remember the past five years being together as a couple with Sam. You had also forgotten about Sam proposing to you and accepting his ring. However, Dean still felt that he had a few cards left to play to try and help you get your memory back. Something he wanted to happen sooner rather than later.
“Dean!” you hissed. “Did you tell him about my feelings for him? I swore you to drunken secrecy about that,” you accused. “Do you think he suspects anything? How I feel about him, I mean?” you wondered as your eyes focused on the ring.
“I swear I didn’t say anything,” Dean affirmed. “And I can’t give you any details about that,” he pointed to the ring. “You’ll have to figure it out for yourself,” he explained.
“I feel like there’s something more about Sam and I that I’m supposed to remember,” you groaned in frustration. “Dean? I’m scared. What if I never remember everything I’m supposed to?” you asked in a small voice, tears threatening.
“Doc said that you should surround yourself with familiar people, who could help you get your memory back. How soon depends on you, though, and you know Sam and I won’t stop until it’s done. Neither will anyone else, we’ll help you. Now dry any stray tears before Sam gets back, hmm?” Dean soothed.
You nodded solemnly and did as Dean suggested, while he grabbed you a cold washcloth. “Thank you,” you smiled as placed it over your eyes to try and reduce their red, puffy appearance. “Hey Dean? Could I give you this ring for safekeeping? I don’t think it’s right for me to keep it, but I also don’t want anything to happen to it,” you explained. You held out your left hand so that Dean could carefully slide the ring off of your finger.
“I’ll make sure this gets put somewhere safe, until you’re ready for it again,” Dean promised. At the moment Dean slid the ring into his pocket, Sam returned with two cups of coffee.
“Hey, I talked to the doctor in the hallway, and he said you could probably come home tomorrow,” Sam informed you with a smile, which you returned.
“That’s great! I’ll bring in your go-bag from the Impala before we leave to go back to Jody’s tonight. You’ll have clean clothes to change into for the ride home,” Dean remarked.
“Good. The sooner I can get out of here, the better,” you remarked.
“Yeah, I know how much you hate hospitals, sweetheart,” Sam added. He missed how your cheeks took on a warmer appearance at the term of endearment.
“Well, it’s getting a little late, so Sammy and I are going to go back to Jody’s. You get some rest, okay, kiddo?” Dean said.
“I will, boys. I promise,” you replied.
“And I promise we’ll be back as early as we can to get you out of here tomorrow,” Sam assured you. Before he left, he gave you one last longing look. He cradled your cheek with his hand, causing you to close your eyes and instinctively lean into his touch. Sam’s thumb caressed your face and he leaned in to place a lingering kiss to your forehead. “Sleep well, darlin’,” he added softly. Sam followed Dean towards the door, but just before walking through, he turned and smiled, then gave you a wink.
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On the way back to Jody’s house, the ride was silent. No conversation, not even the radio was playing. Both men were thinking about you and how to help you get your memory back, but each had his own reasons. Dean wanted his best friend back, someone to watch an old Western with, or jam out to some classic rock music.
Sam wanted his girlfriend–no, fiancée–back. You were the one who put the sunshine in his day with just your smile. His first thought every morning upon awakening and last thought before falling asleep every night was of you. Every scenario he could see for his future included you by his side, and it wasn’t always one that involved hunting.
It didn’t escape Sam’s notice that you were no longer wearing his ring, which stung a little at first. But he had faith that because you’d said “yes” to him once, you’d likely say “yes” to him again when the memory crisis was over. All he had to do was get you to remember the love you shared. Once he did that, hopefully the pieces would fall back into place.
“She’ll be fine, Sammy. We’ll help get her memory back, and everything will return to normal. Hell, she’s already halfway there, man,” Dean remarked, breaking the silence.
“What do you mean?” Sam asked.
The corners of Dean’s mouth twitched into a smile. “While you were out getting coffee, she got mad at me. She thought I blabbed to you that she had feelings for you,” he chuckled then got serious. “I get the feeling she’s a little scared about it all, like whether or not her memory will come back all the way,” Dean shared.
“Yeah,” Sam replied. “I’m scared too. I almost lost her on the hunt, and if she doesn’t remember….I don’t want to lose her. I noticed she wasn’t wearing the ring when I came back. Did she give it to you?” he inquired.
Dean nodded. “Only for safekeeping. Look, you got the girl once, just 'help’ her to fall in love with you again. Take her to some familiar places, re-create some of your more memorable times together. Maybe even make some new memories,” he suggested as he pulled into Jody’s driveway. He turned off the engine, then turned in his seat to face Sam. “Trust me when I say this, Sammy. Yours is the kind of love that’s meant to be, no matter what.”
Sam considered his brother’s words about how to resolve the situation. Sam knew you weren’t big on grand gestures or large gifts. You tended to stick around home, making sure everyone around you felt safe and was comfortable.
Too many times, Sam thought, you put the needs of others before your own. You were that friend to the rescue, whether it was a comforting embrace or to simply lend an ear. He could see how that eventually took its toll on you. Those were the times he was right there with a shoulder massage, cup of warm tea or to suggest a warm bath.
Dean’s right, Sam thought. With a bit of patience and a few nudges in the right direction, her memories will come back. The sooner, the better, he mused. A smile grew on his face as his mind began processing ways he could make you fall in love with him again.
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True to the doctor’s word, you were released from the hospital the following morning. Dean made sure to stop by Jody’s on the way out of town, so you could have one last visit. When the boys got back to Jody’s after visiting you, Dean explained about your memory loss. That way, nothing was said about the engagement, or why you were no longer wearing the ring.
Everyone at Jody’s assured you that it would only be a matter of time before you remembered everything. They also promised to help you in any way they could, for which you thanked them with a smile. After a hearty breakfast the next morning, you climbed into the back seat of the Impala and headed for the bunker.
If Sam or Dean noticed that you were quiet on the way home, they didn’t say a word about it. Your thoughts were racing a mile a minute while you tried to recall something, anything concrete about the nature of your relationship with Sam. I just have to be patient with myself, and my memories will eventually come back, you thought.You had a feeling that Sam would be patient with you as well while you worked through this.
As the miles ticked by, you studied the man in the front passenger seat as he scrolled through his phone. His chestnut hair kept falling in his face, and he was constantly pushing it behind his ear, only to have it in his face again.
Something sparked inside your head that made you want to reach up and brush the hair away from his face. More than that, you suddenly felt the urge to gently run your fingers through his hair. But you hesitated, because you were concerned about crossing a boundary between friendship and more.
While your inner debate raged on, Sam abandoned his phone and slouched down a little in the seat to get more comfortable. He crossed his arms over his chest, tilted his head back a little and closed his eyes. He figured he might as well try and get some rest while he had the opportunity.
It’s now or never, you thought. Time to take that leap of faith. Slowly, your hand inched forward, eventually connecting with his hair. You swept back the wayward strands that were covering his face and tucked some behind his ear. Your hand lingered briefly on his cheek, and he turned a bit to nuzzle into your palm.
As you continued to run your fingers gently through Sam’s silky strands, you felt his breathing even out and his posture relax even further. A low rumble of appreciation bubbled up from his chest. “Mmmm, that feels amazing, baby. Please don’t stop,” he murmured. Somehow this scenario felt familiar, like it had happened countless times before. And if it brought Sam some measure of comfort after the events of the past few days, you had no intentions of stopping.
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Dean glanced briefly at what was going on next to him between you and Sam. He grinned, shook his head in amusement, then returned his attention to the road. He knew you didn’t remember that you and Sam were already together, let alone were newly engaged to be married. Right now, it looked like you were testing the waters, pushing that boundary just enough to see what would happen.
It was so nerve-wracking around the bunker before you and Sam revealed your feelings for each other. Dean remembered there was so much tiptoeing around each other, but by the same token, still unable to keep apart for too long.
There were stolen glances across the table or from the other side of the room. Awkward, nervous smiles when a hand or arm of yours would accidentally brush against the other of his. Eventually, though, the suspense was ended and feelings were declared between you. And before either of you knew it, five more years had gone by.
Which brings everything to today. That last hunt really did a number on you, sweetheart, Dean thought. Threw you against the wall so hard that it knocked you out. Then when you did wake up, some of your memories were gone. It’s not fair, he silently raged. But since when was a hunter’s life remotely fair? But Dean consoled himself with the fact that you were stubborn as hell, and you wouldn’t give up until you remembered everything.
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During the next few weeks, you and Sam spent time together, hoping to rekindle what had been lost in your memory banks. For the time being anyway, you and Sam agreed to sleep in separate rooms, at least until there was reason not to. Whether that meant you regained your memories or you fell in love all over again through new memories. Either way, Sam counted himself lucky to have you in his life at all, since he came so close to losing you.
One Saturday afternoon, you and Sam decided to take one of the cars from the bunker garage for a drive. You jumped at the chance to get out of the bunker and enjoy a perfect late Spring day, and packed a picnic lunch. Sandwiches, assorted fruits and vegetables, and of course, some of your home-baked cookies. Sam usually chose to eat healthier foods than most people do, but he’d never been able to resist your fresh baked cookies.
Without a cloud in the sky and a light breeze at your backs, you and Sam walked through a small field to your picnic spot. One of your hands was engulfed in Sam’s larger one, while your other brushed over the top of the tall prairie grasses. Sam carried the picnic basket in his free hand, with a folded blanket tucked underneath the handle.
You and Sam emerged from the field into a clearing with a deep green carpet of grass dotted with clumps of wildflowers. A large oak tree provided the perfect place to spread out the blanket and relax before unpacking everything for your picnic lunch.
Letting go of Sam’s hand, you walked a little ahead of him. All at once, you stopped, closed your eyes and tilted your head back to bask in the warmth of the sun. A smile graced your face, one more genuine than Sam had seen in the weeks after the monster attack. You drew in a deep breath through your nose and let it out through your mouth. Afterwards, you felt more relaxed now than you had in weeks, concentrating on the here and now, instead of worrying about your recovery.
He noticed that you had seemed a little more withdrawn than usual lately, a fact which greatly concerned him. All of your energy over the past few weeks has been fixated on recovering those lost memories. It hadn’t been an easy or swift process, and Sam could tell how frustrated you were. Even though some smaller pieces had come back, you were disappointed at the seeming lack of progress.
Therefore, he declared that the two of you would be taking a break today by going out and getting away from everything. You reluctantly agreed, and soon enough, the two of you were in your car, singing to the music.
Sam watched with adoration as you savored every sight, sound and even smell of the nature surrounding you. The smile currently on your face told Sam that he had made the right call and he couldn’t help but return the gesture.
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After a leisurely lunch of sandwiches and cups of sparkling cider, you and Sam curled up beneath the tree. His back was resting on the tree trunk, with you sitting between his legs, your back against his chest. Sam had his arms wrapped around you, not too tightly, but enough that it felt comfortable with him holding you. His hands were covering yours as they held you close to his body, thumbs tracing patterns on the backs of your hands.
“Mmmm, this really was a great idea, Sam. It has truly been one of the best days I’ve had in a long time. I think. I guess I don’t remember,” you muttered.
Sam tightened his hold on you just a bit, trying to keep you from spiraling in your mind. “Hey,” he started, pressing a kiss into the hair on the back of your head. “Focus on the moment. There’ll be time to worry about all the other stuff. So, right now, tell me what’s been the best part about today?” he asked.
“Hmm,” you thought aloud. You turned to face Sam and look straight into those kaleidoscope eyes of his. “The peace out here. Just you and me, no schedule to keep. No 'gotta leave now’ or 'have to do this now’. I’ve loved every second of today with you,” you replied with a shy smile. You pressed your hand to his cheek and watched as he nuzzled into your palm and kissed it. A wave of warmth spread throughout your body at the intimacy of his kiss.
“You’re right, this has been one of the best days I’ve had in a long time. Probably too long,” he commented. “And I know just what’ll make this day even better,” Sam whispered.
Before you knew it, he had closed the gap separating you and meshed his lips with yours. It was soft and a little tentative at first, like he was testing the waters. When he pulled back and you chased him, Sam took that as his cue to give in and deepen the kiss.
His hand slid around to the back of your head, keeping you in place while tangling his fingers into your hair. His tongue sought entrance by swiping across your bottom lip, causing a gasp from you that created the opening he needed to slip inside. Your hand moved from his cheek, across his collarbone and around to his back. You could feel the power contained within those muscles as his free hand began to roam your body.
When the need for oxygen became too great, the two of you broke apart, both panting and trying to catch your breath. “Sam, that was….wow….that was amazing,” you sighed through kiss-swollen lips. “I don’t know how anyone could forget a kiss like that,” you added.
Sam smiled, dropped his gaze and gave out a huff of laughter, then returned his attention to your eyes. “Sweetheart, I–” he started. Unfortunately, a rumble of thunder in the distance interrupted his thought. “I think we should probably pack up and head back before we get drenched,” he suggested. You agreed, and soon the two of you had returned to the car and headed back to the bunker.
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The ride back had Sam in the driver’s seat again, with one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your thigh. Your hand covered his on your leg and every once in awhile, you flashed Sam a shy smile.
As he drove, Sam thought back on the events of the day. Walking hand-in-hand with you through the field of tall grasses, reaching the picnic site and your reaction. The way the light breeze tousled your hair, how the sun shone through your silky strands. How your lips felt absolutely exquisite against his. Pressing and pulling, teasing one another until you were both out of breath.
The two of you walked from the garage down the spiral staircase, smiling and still holding hands, which did not escape Dean’s notice. “Welcome back, you two,” he grinned. “You look like you had a good day today,” he observed from his chair in the library.
You gave Sam’s hand a squeeze and he leaned down and gave you a lingering kiss to your temple. “Yes, Dean, we had a wonderful day, thank you. It was amazing, everything was perfect,” you smiled. Sam’s hand slipped out of yours so he could curl his arm around your waist and hold you to his body. In response, you wound your arm around his waist and gave it a quick squeeze.
Dean stood and started walking towards the kitchen. “Well, don’t let me keep you two crazy kids from any other….activities,” Dean smirked, waggling his eyebrows.
Sam lightly scoffed and you rolled your eyes at Dean’s suggestive manner. Turning slightly within Sam’s embrace, you gazed up at him. “Actually, all that fresh air made me a bit tired. I think I’ll go take a little nap,” you replied, unsuccessfully stifling a yawn.
“I’ll walk you to your room, darlin’,” Sam offered, at which you nodded. Sam handed off the picnic basket for Dean to take with him to the kitchen. With his arm still around your waist, Sam walked with you to your bedroom door across the hall from his.
Standing in the corridor in front of your room, Sam angled his body so that he was facing you. He dipped his head to capture your lips with his in a slow, languid kiss that you could feel was quickly escalating. A jumble of emotions threatened to overtake you, so you placed your hands, palms down on Sam’s chest, giving him a nudge backwards.
“Sweetheart? What’s wrong?” he asked, trying to get control of his breathing.
You took a small step away from Sam. “Hold on. Please. I’m gonna need a minute. I swear it’s not you, I’m just….my brain’s kind of on overload right now,” you responded. “Today was one of the best days I’ve had since this whole thing started,” you said with a small smile.
“I’m glad for that, I really am,” he replied. “Is there something I can do to help?” he asked in earnest.
“Oh, Sam,” you whispered. “You’ve been more patient with me than I probably deserve. But I’m afraid I need a little more time. I’ve been having these flashes of memories, then we’re making new ones every day. Then I wonder if they really are new….is this making sense?” you wondered.
Sam gave you a sad smile, as it wasn’t the answer he was looking for. “I understand, sweetheart. I’ll give you as much time as you need, as long as I know you’ll come back to me,” he promised. “I’m gonna go unpack the basket so you can have your nap. Sweet dreams, babygirl,” he whispered, his hand lovingly grazing your cheek.
You held in your emotions the best you could until you were in your room and had closed the door. Leaning your back against it, you pressed a hand over your mouth to muffle the sobs that were escaping. When they had subsided for the most part, you removed your shoes and crawled into bed. You pulled a blanket up over you and tucked it up under your chin. It wasn’t long before your tears had exhausted you enough that your eyes eventually drifted shut.
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A persistent knocking on your door finally broke you out of your dreamless state. “Come in,” you croaked. The light from the hallway, contrasted with the near total darkness in your room caused you slam your eyes shut again. “Sorry 'bout that,” Dean chuckled lightly. He turned on your desk lamp, which gave off a soft enough glow for your eyes to properly adjust.
“Dean, is everything okay?” you asked as you became more and more awake. You pulled yourself up to a sitting position on the bed, as Dean settled into your desk chair.
“I was about to ask you the same thing,” he remarked, resting his elbows on his knees.
You gave a deep sigh before explaining to him about what you told Sam before he left you at your door. “I never meant to hurt him, but that’s exactly what I’m doing to him, isn’t it? I’m causing him to hurt, all because I can’t remember anything,” you replied, tears streaming down your cheeks again.
“This isn’t your fault, sweetheart. Doc told you that getting your memory back could take some time. But you know Sam and I won’t stop until it’s done, that’s a promise,” Dean soothed.
“Thanks, Dean. Is he….?” you pointed in the direction of Sam’s room.
“Nope, he’s in the library. He says he’s reading, but I have yet to see him turn a page,” he grinned.
You gave a huff of laughter. “I’m going to go across the hall and steal one of his shirts. Maybe that’ll spark something,” you added.
Dean patted your knee and kissed your forehead, then told you he’d be in the kitchen if you needed him. You nodded and thanked him again for being such a good friend and brother. He mentioned that dinner would be ready soon, if you were interested.
After Dean left your room, you poked your head out of your door. You looked to either side to make sure the hallway was clear, then you tiptoed over to Sam’s room. Easing yourself through the doorway, you carefully padded over to Sam’s dresser. You’d seen him putting away his folded laundry one day, so you knew where he kept his shirts.
Opening the drawer, you pulled out a charcoal gray Henley with long sleeves. As you unfolded it, you heard something hit the floor. When you located the object, you noticed it was a small, black velvet box. You opened it and saw the ring that was on your finger when you woke up in the hospital all those weeks ago.
With a shaking hand, you reached out to take the ring from the cushion holding it in the box. As soon as your fingers touched the stone in the middle, a wave of dizziness crashed over you. A searing pain in your head caused you to scream, bringing both Sam and Dean rushing to your side. Just as your knees buckled and you were going to fall to the floor, Sam’s arms scooped you up and placed you at the foot of his bed.
“Baby? What happened? Are you all right?” Sam’s hands roamed over you, checking for injuries. A puzzled look crossed over his face. “What are you doing in here?” he asked slowly.
You took a deep breath to steady your nerves, because your next words were very important. “I was looking for a shirt to sleep in. I mean, you know how I’m always taking things of yours and making them mine. Like your shirts, the one side of your bed…..” you trailed off, hoping he’d catch on.
“My heart?” he added, his voice thick with emotion. “You….you remembered?” Sam whispered, his eyes becoming glossy with unshed tears.
You nodded, tears of your own beginning to stream down your face. “Ask me again. Please,” you implored.
“Will you do me the honor and take my last name and make it yours?” he asked. “Will you be my Mrs. Winchester?”
“Yes, yes, a thousand million times yes, Sam,” you declared as you threw your arms around his neck.
“Oh, babygirl, I’m so glad to have you back,” he responded as he captured you in a fierce embrace.
The sound of someone loudly clearing his throat put the moment temporarily on pause. You and Sam turned towards the source of the noise, only to find Dean grinning wildly. “Well, well, looks like all is right with the world again, isn’t it? I knew you two would find your way back to each other,” he added smugly.
Dean held out his arms, beckoning you for a hug “as your new brother-in-law-to-be,” he explained. Then he shifted his attention to Sam, who he also pulled into an almost-bear hug. “Told you so, little brother,” he mumbled into Sam’s ear before stepping back. “I’m going to head back to the kitchen, see about dinner. Catch you two later,” he winked and gave a two-fingered salute.
You returned to the safety of Sam’s loving arms, a contented smile on both of your faces. You placed your hand on his cheek, your thumb lovingly stroking it. “What did Dean say to you before he left?” you wondered.
Sam rolled his eyes a little then gave you a shy smile. “He said 'told you so, little brother’,” he replied.
“And just what did that mean?” you asked.
“It was on the way back to Jody’s from the hospital. I told him I was afraid that maybe your memories wouldn’t come back, that I would lose you. Dean said, 'Yours is the kind of love that’s meant to be, no matter what.’ And he was right,” Sam affirmed. “I love you so much, baby.”
“And I love you, Sam. Forever and always,” you responded before meshing your lips with his in a slow, passionate kiss.
in which lucifer’s visions seem to be getting too much for sam to handle but y/n is there by his side no matter what happens, promising to help the best that she can. even if that means sacrificing herself in order to do so for the man she loves. (cliffhanger ending)
in which demon!dean decides that he doesn’t fancy dean’s long term girlfriend, y/n, and makes a harsh attempt to get rid of her for good.
sam winchester one shots ;
gone(whether it was her loyalty and devotion to her family, her love for sam, or her arrogant and snarky behaviour towards the demon that kept her captive - something on that list got her killed)
sleepy studies(in which y/n keeps falling asleep on sam’s shoulders while they’re trying to do research)
scare (in which y/n injuring herself badly on a hunt ensues the kickoff of a fight brought on solely by sam being absolutely terrified to lose her)
hypotheticals (in which sam and y/n have teetered on the edge between friends and lovers for a long time, and tonight changes that.)
battle for breath (when meg comes back for revenge on the winchesters, she hauls sam’s body and makes the cruel and callous decision that hurting y/n will cause the most emotional devastation on the boys, especially sam. and so, cut to a week later - meg’s damage has been done and sam sits by your hospital bed, hoping and praying with all his heart that you’ll wake up soon, to be in his arms and to come home with him)
temporary rain(in which y/n feels that her new life with sam is temporary and sam reassures her otherwise)
late morning rush (in which one stanford student finds herself late for one of her classes and takes the shortcut through the library. instead, she meets sam, and the raging blush on her cheeks and the shy smiles that are exchanged make her later than ever - but she doesn’t mind, not at all)
the edge of tonight(in which y/n realises that the mark of cain is slowly turning dean into something that he’s not, and so she’s immediately there to be there for him and to reel him back from the seemingly inevitable edge)
change(in which y/n’s life was lost, and dean can’t move on with his life, not without her)
it’s okay to be sad(in which y/n is going through a tough time and dean reminds her that it’s okay to be sad sometimes)
primadonna (in which y/n is massively misunderstood and it had started to get her down. but, it only gets worse when dean, himself, decides that he can’t handle her anymore either)
early mornings (insight to what dean and y/n’s mornings look like)
