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Time for introductions

Hey Supernatural Fandom!  We’re a supernatural support and hunter Roleplay group/blog! All information about us can be found on our about us page (I would also recommend reading our intros! ;) )  We just want to offer support and love to the SPN fandom; because we’re family, and family’s got your back no matter what.  These are our first few baby steps-as this is a new beginning. I can’t wait to hear from you all.  We love you <3 

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You guys should go check this out, it's the start of a great project. (If I do say so myself)

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Dean is tired No amount of fake smiles or forced jokes can hide the dark patches under his eyes, or cover the sounds of his deep sighs.  He’s been tired for a long time, a very long time, but only now is he really letting it slip through. The exhaustion is seeping into every inch of him, and soon he just won’t be able to fight it anymore.  He just wants a break. He just wants rest. He just wants someone to hold him tight and tell him it’s all going to be okay.  He can’t have that though. There’s no one coming to hug him, no one coming to tell him what he needs to hear-what he wants to hear. He has to keep fighting. It’s breaking him, and every day is getting harder. Every day is becoming more of a struggle. Just keep fighting. Keep going. Be strong-For Sam, for family. It’s all he can tell himself to get him through the day, through the hour. He won’t tell anyone-not Sam, not Cas-but the crushing weight of it all has him broken and scared and he knows he’s never going to heal. A gun to the head, a knife wound so deep it can’t be stitched-it’s all so possible. He could die any day, and with each day that goes by he seems to care less, almost willing it on. Dean Winchester is broken. Next time he falls down he doesn’t want to get back up.  Next time he falls down he’s not 100 percent certain it won’t be by his own hand.

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The bunker was unusually still. It was hard to admit that there hadn’t been days, weeks and even years at a time where it sat empty before, but this time was different.  The smell of blood was the first thing he noticed. The smell he had grown so used to over time, yet even now it made him stiffen. His nose would crinkle, and his features would tense as he tried to keep himself steady; to keep himself angel. There was a time long ago when this wouldn’t have bothered him, when he was no more than a solider used to the sight of death. Even back then it hurt when his brothers would fall, he had always been used to losing them-but he never expected to gain any like the one’s he had. The ones that were brothers by choice, not by god’s word.  Then it was the smell of the gunpowder. A human’s senses wouldn’t have been able to pick up on the faint traces of what were left, but the unwelcome scent was there as clear as day.  Sam was in trouble. It wasn’t like he didn’t expect this, but seeing the aftermath of it in person was far worse than the speculation. He had to find him, to save him, to do whatever he could to bring him back. Right now, however, he couldn’t bring himself to chase it-instead carefully stepping over the piles of blood, and taking a seat in one of the wooden chairs at the table. Dean was dead-again. It was forever this time though, there was no saving him, no bringing him back.  The already broken angel, once a strong and feared warrior, was destroyed. For once in his life Castiel was truly alone.  

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It had taken Sam no more than a few minutes to notice earlier that day. The way Dean stood stiff, eyes tracing the floor for any sign of distraction-Sam had never intended to leave them alone in a room together, not now. “I thought i’d lost you” His voice was softer than usual, more broken. “I did what I thought was best, Dean. It was the only way I could help” “Help, My ass, Cas.” He swallowed. “Help wasn’t bringing Lucifer back out of the pit.” “Dean please.” There was a silence “Is that why you won’t face me?” The hunter closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Why you won’t look me in the eye?” “No, Cas. I just-” Dean paused. Even Cas could notice. the oblivious old angel that he was. It took all of Deans strength not to run into his arms and hug him-to feel the warmth of his skin or the tingle of his breath or even the cool, softness of his old trench coat. “I’m fine, Cas” It was a blatant lie. Cas took a step closer, and Dean took a step further back. “You no longer see me as the man I was.” Cas sighed “All you see is him?” “He took you, Cas. He was you.” “No, Dean. Please. You have to trust me. I am Castiel. This body is a mere vessel.” Dean glanced up, then back down to the floor, avoiding the Angel’s face. “I’m sorry” Cas took another few steps closer, and this time Dean stayed still. He tensed as Castiel came close enough so that he could feel the warm air of his breathing on his skin. “Dude, we’ve talked about this. Personal space.” When Cas didn’t move, Dean looked up to meet the blue eyes in front of him. “I really am sorry, Dean. All I can do is reassure you I am me.” Then Cas kissed him. It was cold and tense at first, but within moments Dean relaxed. His head was begging for more, longing to be touched by the angel he once knew and the man he once loved. “No matter what or how long it takes.All I can do is show you I am and will now always be me.”

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But when the sun goes down I want to start again (Never Understand, The Jesus and Mary chain) 

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TOY SOLDIER

PART 3 (PART 2) (PART 1) Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, John Winchester. No Pairings. Summary:  AU. Sam Winchester always wanted the one thing he never had. Now he’s the only one in his family left, and with his girlfriend gone, he’s all alone and he must fight a war that he didn’t even know existed until a few days ago. Family doesn’t end with blood, but blood doesn’t always mean family either. Warning: Angst, character death mention? 

 The sound of bacon sizzling filled the kitchen as Bobby attempted to make sure it didn't burn black-unlike the last two times he'd cooked it. Sam sat at the table, yawning and eyeing the pan hungrily, like a bear just awoken from its hibernation that hadn't been fed for months. It'd been just less than two weeks since John had dropped Sam off and vanished into the night, just less than two weeks since they'd heard from him. The first few days Sam hadn't stopped asking questions, "where's dad gone?", "when's he coming back?", "why didn't he say bye to me or dean this time?" It was just like every time John had dumped him there, but-also just like every time-after a few days he settled down and there was no mention of his father, not even in passing. It was strange, really, how after only days away from each other it was like Sam pretended that John didn't exist. It was only when the roar of the engine and slam of a car door could be heard that Sam was even willing to hear the name John.

"Damn, I wish bobby would hurry up with this bacon. You must be starved," Dean grinned, leaning back on his chair. "At least here we get Bacon. Dad probably couldn't cook it if he tried." "Bobby doesn't make it nice sometimes" Sam frowned. "What was that?" Bobby turned from the pan, "I didn't hear a word ya sed'" When Sam didn't reply, Bobby shook his head. Using his spatula, he flipped his bacon onto a plate and turned off the stove. Sliding the plate in front of Sam, he went to pull out a seat at the table. "NO, That's Dean's seat!" "Dean's se-? Oh right." He sighed, taking the seat across from it instead. "This better?" Sam nodded, picking up a piece of bacon and chewing it slowly. "Here" Bobby passed him a napkin to wipe the shiny grease of his hands, but Sam left it in the middle of the table. "I bet that grease tastes as good as the bacon" Dean smiled. Sam stuck his fingers in his mouth, wiping them with his tongue to lick off all the grease, causing Bobby to cringe. "That's gross, boy." Sam laughed, almost giggling as he licked his lips. At least this bacon had worked out better than the last couple of batches. "After breakfast how about me and you go toss that ball around?" "Sounds good to me." Dean shrugged, "Can't hate baseball. Me and you can be on a team together, Sammy." Sam nodded, swallowing the last of his bacon and again licking his fingers. "I've never played baseball before. We watch it sometimes on TV" "Get that down you then, don't see why today can't be a first."

Sam bolted up and was out the door before Bobby even had time to stand, Dean ran behind him just as quickly and tackled him to the ground, laughing. "Bet you can't get up." "Deeean, get off" "C'mon sammy, it's just a bit of fun. but hmm...Maybe if you ask nicely." "Deeeeeeeeeean" Sam groaned, pouting. Dean laughed again, rolling onto the ground next to him. Sam waited for the day he would be big enough to push dean off when he did that-or even better, do it back to him. "Hey, Kiddo, you Okay?" Bobby rushed over, and bent down to help Sam up.. "I saw you trip. Could have been a nasty fall" Sam blinked, dumbfounded, and looked down to Dean; who was still laid on the floor. "I'm okay" He nodded, smiling sheepishly. "Can we play now?" "'Course we can. Here. go long. Let's see how well you do." He ran as Bobby threw the fall through the air, and it soared over his head. "That's okay, we'll try again. You wanna go get that or should I?"

Once an hour or two had passed, Sam had almost mastered being able to catch the ball (he still needed to work on his throwing, he couldn't throw very far. Dean had sat on the sidelines the entire time, on the hood of one of the many cars in Bobby's yard. The sun was rising higher in the sky, and they showed no signs of going inside any time soon. Not until Sam needed the bathroom, and Bobby escorted him back into the house. When the young boy came back downstairs, Bobby hushed him for a moment as he spoke into the phone. "...Don't know, John. You can't keep doing this." A pause "Yeah, I get you're passing through but in the middle of a case? You really wanna-?" Another pause "Okay, yeah. See you tonight." Then he hung up. "Dean says you were talking to daddy" "Uh, Yeah." Bobby nodded "He's coming to see you today. Your Dad's coming back again" "This means we've gotta leave Bobby's." Dean frowned, wrapping his arm around Sam "Dad looks after us though, right? I mean, the food sucks and it's not as fun as it is here but he's dad." "I like it here, Uncle Bobby." Sam whined, and Bobby sighed. "I know," he pursed his lips "But your Dad's a good guy. Why don't you ask him if you can play baseball together, huh?" "We go playing with guns. Deans better than me but he teaches me and Dad says i'll be good one day, but i want to play with balls" "Me and you can still play Ball, Sammy. Everyday if you want." Dean promised, and Sam nodded, cuddling into him. "You tell your dad Uncle Bobby says you have to play ball, okay? I'll tell him too. And hey, it won't be forever, i'll see you again before you can say burnt Bacon" Sam smiled at that, as bobby picked him up-pulling him away from Dean. "Now how about we go and finish that game?" They played for the rest of the day, until the impala rolled into the auto-salvage yard once again. Dean missed every shot they threw at him, and he was no better at throwing. Sam got better with each go, and by the end of the day was what Bobby would call "pretty darn good for a kid your age." It was only when Sam heard a car door Slam, and footsteps on gravel outside he ran over to Bobby and gave him a hug. Looking up, wide-eyed and tearful, Sam pouted"...I don't want to go"

"I don't want to go."

"Don't be dumb. You need to. Practice makes perfect." John Winchester scoffed at the boy sat on the old motel bed. Sam rolled his eyes, brushing his long hair out of his face, and looking up from the floor. "Dad. i'm 13. i'm not a kid anymore.I don't want to go and shoot guns. I want to do what I want to do." "What you want to do? You mean sit here all day and read? "Homework? School? friends? I want to be normal." "You know this, Sam. We're not normal." "Why can't we be? because you say so?" "Get your bag. We're going." "Dad." "No buts, Sam. We're going. Now."

"I have school today, we can't just run off again. I get my marks back from my test!" John paused before answering, his breathing getting heavier as his anger grew. "We can have your teacher email them. Most boys your age would be grateful for a day off school." He said, calmly. "Most boys my age have never even seen a gun in person. Most boys my age have a house, and don't move three schools in the space of a month!" "At least you're going to school!" "I don't get it, dad. Why do we have to do this? Even living with Uncle Bobby would be better than this mess!" "You want to be normal so bad?" John raised his voice, causing sam to flinch and shuffle back on the mattress. "Most normal boys your age don't still have imaginary friends, Sam! Most normal boys your age deal with their life and get on with it instead of constantly trying to get something they can't have. Most normal boys your age would have accepted that their brother was dead." Sam looked over to Dean, who was sat next to him silently, head in hands. He would be there to comfort Sam was this was over, as he always did, but for now he stayed out of the way of it all. There were tears in Sam's eyes now, but John was just getting angrier. He didn't think he'd ever seen his Dad this angry before. "Dean is my brother, and my best friend and at least he's here. At least he's here and always has been." "And i haven't?" "You're making me shoot guns and move around and you don't tell me why. You never tell me why. You're never here, and I never get a reason apart from "work." What work, dad? I do everything you ever ask and I don't get an answer." There were tears streaming down his face now. Dean had sat up, and had his arm once again wrapped around his little brother. John glared down on him, eyes burning with a rage Sam only ever saw when his dad had had a particularly very bad day at work. "Sammy, I don't expect you to understand." John scoffed, looking down at the floor then back up again, running his hand down his face. "I'm not going to put you in danger. I can't lose you too." There was a pause, before sam sniffed, and seemed to laugh "..You can't lose what you never had, Dad." John gulped, and closed his eyes. There was a tense silence before he opened them again.

"Sammy, I'm sorry. You needed me, and I get that. I'm here now. I get you want school, and you want friends, but this work-these jobs-they're important to me. I'll tell you one day, when I know you can keep yourself safe, but now? right now? Your head's in the clouds and you're too much of a risk. You want school, and a girlfriend, and when I'm not here you're on your own. I can't leave you to fight what I do alone, Sam, It has to be a mutual trust. Try and go with me on this, just for a little longer, and i'll tell you everything. I promise." "You know he means me, right?" Dean interrupted, causing sam to frown, and sniffle. "He doesn't care about school, or any of that. He won't tell you because you still believe in me." There was a pause, and Sam watched John's patience going as he didn't answer him "Dad doesn't want to tell you anything because of me. Because i'm still here, even though i'm not meant to be."

"I'm never going to stop believing in you, Dean…" Sam mumbled "No matter what Dad says. Screw him and his work." John's face dropped, his eyebrows furrowing. "You need to grow up, Sam. Join the real world." He shook his head, picking his coat up off the other bed. "We're leaving." "I don't care what you tell me, dad." Sam stood up, looking up so he was staring his dad in the eyes "Once you were my hero, but now, i just want Dean, and I want school. We're going to grow up and go to college and have a house and families. And you? You're going to be alone without us." Sam grabbed his bag off the floor, and swung it over his shoulder. "Now are we going or can I go to school?" John scoffed again, copying Sam in picking up his bag and opening the door. Sam snatched the keys to the impala and went to go sit down,waiting for his dad to hand the room keys back to the lady at reception. "You know, Dean?" He smiled, talking louder now the two of them were alone-Dean in the back seat of the car, with Sam in the front passenger seat. "We're gonna do exactly what i said, and we're gonna be happy for once."

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TAKE-OVER TUESDAYS

So I was thinking that each fortnightly Tuesday (once every other week, or take a Tuesday miss a Tuesday if you don’t know what that means!) I’m going to start doing Takeover Tuesday! (With our favourite SPN characters, of course) My blog might be a little different on these days, as they get full control. (Of all posts, replies, everything….but if anyone but Charlie touches my theme, i may kill them) Come ask questions, or even make a request or two. (who knows, if you’re lucky they might even write you some fanfiction ;) ) What do you guys think?? 

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day 828: kevin tran is not back from the dead yet

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Paupers Princess.

Pairing: Demon!DeanxReader Summary: For the past few nights he’s been coming in to the bar you work at, and there’s something different about him. He’s like the sin of temptation wrapped up in plaid, and you just can’t help yourself.  Length: Short Drabble (1412 Words)

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Only Chickflicks allowed

pairing: Dean x Reader Summary: The boys have just come back from a hunt, and you’ve never seen Dean this cut up before, the least you can do is to help him clean himself up. Fluff. Length: Short Drabble (1022 words)

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Dear people with proper life experience, 

Okay sex with glasses. How the hell? Do they stay on? Or off? How do you not get crushed? I know sometimes they fog up, but if you take them off, what’s the point of asking that question. 

And I’m not talking about “I’m wearing glasses to be sexy” more “I can’t fucking see so I have glasses”

Sincerely,  The Kinky as fuck Virgin 

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Personally I take mine off (if i don't they do tend to have a habit of falling off and getting crushed), i can't see without them, but honestly the lack of sight doesn't seem to make such of a difference. Everything gets blurry,but i guess that makes everything that comes a little more surprising? Though it doesnt make any difference at all if its dark, or your eyes are just gonna be closed...

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Let me Introduce myself!

I realised that despite being here for a few days, i've given no introduction!  My name's Jess, I'm 19, I live in England and I love all things Supernatural. I enjoy writing, and this is my writing safe-haven (despite the fact I honestly don't think i'm that good at it) I'm new to writing any form of ships, and a lot of my stories are probably going to be plot-based!  I'm part of @wayward-imagines waywards friends, you should check it out. It's a really good cause! Thanks guys <3 

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TOY SOLDIER

PART 2 (PART 1) Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, John Winchester Summary:  AU. Sam Winchester always wanted the one thing he never had. Now he’s the only one in his family left, and with his girlfriend gone, he’s all alone and he must fight a war that he didn’t even know existed until a few days ago. Family doesn’t end with blood, but blood doesn’t always mean family either. Warning: Angst, character death mention?  Words: 1347  Just over a week later, they were packed up and back on the road. John sat, steering wheel in hand, with Sam next to him in the front seat. The only sounds came from the roaring of the engine of the 67 Impala and the low hum of Led Zeppelin’s Stairway to Heaven playing through the speakers. John had just wrapped up his latest hunt and it was time to move on. He had already found his next case, but had decided it was time that Sam had a break. The young boy was obviously clueless to what John actually did for a living and he wanted to keep it that way as long as possible. He had subtly started teaching him how to handle himself when the inevitable time came for Sam to start hunting; taking him for shooting lessons, teaching him how to draw sigils and devils traps - albeit in crayon but at least he would be prepared. For now, though, Sam had been on the road long enough and it only felt fair to give him a vacation of sorts.

Singer salvage wasn’t exactly the top vacation spot in the country, but for them it was as good as any. They rolled into the yard just as the sun was setting, a sleepy eyed Sam struggling to stay awake. “C’mon kiddo” John nudged him gently “Time to go and see uncle Bobby” Sam yawned and rubbed his eyes, mumbling almost unintelligibly. “Okay Dean, we’re here…” “No, Sammy, it’s Daddy” John frowned, getting out of the car and walking around to the other side to lift Sam into his arms. Sam laid his head on his dad’s shoulder as they walked round to the house. The crunch of gravel under John’s feet only interrupted by loud, angry barking coming from Bobby’s truck. “Shut it, ya mangy mutt.” Bobby grunted as he walked down his porch steps towards the pair approaching him. The German Shepherd known as Carter soon settled when he knew there was no danger and sat back at his post on guard duty. Bobby stood aside, patting John on the back as the Winchester walked past to bring his son into the house and settle him down on the sofa where he could sleep. John sat by his feet, and brushed the long brown bangs out of Sam’s face. He was fast asleep, breathing heavily, and, squirmed as his dad stood up. John stopped and stared at him for a moment, in case he’d woken him, but he slept straight on.

Once he knew Sam was okay, he headed straight for the kitchen, specifically the fridge to grab himself a beer. “That’s fine, just help ya self” Bobby scoffed sarcastically, yet gestured for John to pass him a bottle too. They drank in silence for a moment as John took a seat at the table in the middle of the room. He put his hand over his mouth and drew it down, rubbing his stubble, before sighing. Taking another swig of his drink, he could feel Bobby’s eyes watching him. The elder man scoffed, adjusting himself as he leaned on the counter “C’mon, spit it out.” John’s eyes looked up as Bobby spoke, meeting the other man’s. “What’s going on with you and that kid?” “Not now, Bobby. We just got here.” “And I know that look. You ain’t planning on sticking around.” John Sighed again, Bobby was right. He was planning to be back on the road again by morning, if not before. In his mind, the earlier the better. “There’s nothing going on, Bobby.” “Hell there ain’t! I know those looks you’re giving me, and I can tell when there’s something wrong with that boy whether he’s sleeping or not. That face of yours says it all.” He sighed “Whether he’s alright or not you ain’t, and that way you were looking at him when you laid him down? Something’s gone on.” He paused “This about Dean?” John swallowed hard, looking back down to the table and shifting in his seat. At the mention of Dean’s name, the tension in the room seemed to rise almost as quickly as the colour drained from Johns already sickly, tired looking face. The silence between the two men was anxious and impatient, putting a pressure on the Winchester man that would seem to either force him to speak or eventually choke him. “And Mary.” The answer was short and urgent, almost trying to avoid the question. “This ain’t just that. You’ve been shooting for revenge for almost the past 6 god damn years and-” “Sam doesn’t understand.” He looked up, and cleared his throat “He doesn’t get it. His mother? He doesn’t seem to have a problem with that but-” “John, that boy was six months old. He never had a Dean to know, to understand that Dean was there.” Bobby cut him off, as had been done to him a moment earlier. “You tellin’ him stories, of course he’s gonna be going through some shit. Alone on the road out there ain’t no life for a kid like that. You know I respect you, John and I will do my damn best to support you and especially that boy, but don’t go taking it out on him cause he’s lonely and feeding off some happy ending you been telling him” “Not this again, Bobby.” John’s tone grew agitated. They had discussed this far too many times already, and John did not want to talk about it, not right now. Okay, being a hunter wasn’t an ideal life for a child like Sam, but what other choice did he have? He was doing fine so far. He was a little quiet, but apart from that Sam was as normal a kid as any. “As for that happy endings bullshit?” He sighed, before explaining exactly what had been happening. For months now, Sam had been muttering Dean’s name-sometimes talking as if Dean was actually there. “He’s just a kid. He needs his father. He needs ya to-” “I think it’s best to leave him here for the next few days, a week or two tops.” John interjected in an attempt to change the subject. He swallowed, and watched as an angry disappointment set into Bobby’s features. There was a harsh pause before his face softened again, after obviously deciding to let the previous subject drop, and John could continue. “Let me finish off my next case, give him a break. Maybe some decent food for a change.” “Don’t know if i’d call what i’m serving up decent to a kid” He smiled slightly, as he stood up straight and placed his now empty beer bottle in the trash.. “Never gonna say no to having that boy, but you’re the only blood he got left. Always said that family don’t end with blood, but sometimes blood is just the family ya need the most. Don’t forget that, Winchester.” With that, he vanished upstairs for a second, giving John time to think. He returned with a blanket, which he carefully placed over the sleeping Sam on the couch, before going back to the kitchen. “You know where blankets are if you need em’. Spare rooms free but that boys exhausted, I’m not risking waking him. Get some sleep. You probably got a long journey ahead of ya.” “Will do, Bobby.” John nodded, and raised his hand a little off the table in a small salute as Bobby disappeared back up the stairs. John took a final heavy sigh, finishing off his beer before deciding it was also probably a good idea to retire for the night. He settled himself on the floor in the study next to Sam’s couch, and was asleep only moments after closing his eyes. The next morning when Sam woke up, tucked under the covers of the bed in Bobby Singer’s spare room- an empty beer bottle left on the kitchen table and Impala tracks on the dirt driveway outside were the only signs that John Winchester had ever been there that night…

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FANFICTION MASTERLIST

Series  Toy Solider Suspicions (Sam x reader)  One-shots  Paupers Princess (Demon!Dean x reader) Only chick-flicks allowed (Dean x reader) 

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Suspicions

PART ONE  Pairing: Sam x reader Summary: Based off a request. Sam and the reader are on a secret date-But curiosity killed the cat, and Dean wants that cat about as Dead as it can be. Warnings: No smut (yet) but fluff, and annoying big brothers  Word count: 2043

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The cold, white air whipped on Sam as he walked, hands kept warm inside his pockets. With each step he took, the frosted gravel crunched under his boots, combined only with the sound of his shaky breathing that left smoky swirls in the air. By the time he opened the door to the restaurant, the heat hit him hard and he had to take a deep breath to steady himself.  “Uh..Hey, Y/N”  You looked up at him as he approached your table, smiling as he ran his fingers through his hair anxiously. it immediately fell back down in front of his face, and you held back a laugh as he weakly attempted to flip it out of the way. “Hey Sam” You stood up, and he wrapped his arm around your back tightly. His hands were so cold you could feel it through the thin material of your top, causing you to inhale suddenly. You held your breath for a few seconds, in an attempt to both get over the shock of the cold and the butterflies that were beginning to rise in your stomach. This was dumb; you weren’t a child anymore, you should have been over these nerves.  You let yourself breathe again as he let go and you both sat down, Sam straightening his shirt under his jacket as he did so. He shifted in his seat, the leather squeaking under him, and you could hear him gulping down his air. “So, uh, have you been sat here long?”  “Only a few minutes, you’re right on time.” You assured him, and he went to open his mouth before you were both interrupted by someone approaching the table.  “I’ll just have a beer, whatever type you’ve got.” Sam nodded to the waitress, then glanced over to you. “A glass of house red wine, please” You smiled as she scribbled down your order, handed you two food menus and went back to the bar. Sam skimmed over the choices, and you could see his brow furrow in what looked like concern. “You okay there?” “Yeah, this place is just a little more out of my comfort zone than normal.” You felt your face screw up in confusion as you looked around the room. The leather booth seats were shiny and new, but that was probably the best thing about the place. The wooden tables and floor were scraped, scratched and dull. The lights above your head were uneven; some of them way too bright, but not at all made up by the broken dimness of the others. The waitress that just took your drinks order was at least professional looking-but the bar she was stood by was drained of it’s old vibrant colours and had certainly seen better days. Sam could see your eyes trailing the room, and when you finally came back to him he was looking down in embarrassment.  “This place doesn’t look the greatest but it is the nicest place around here. Most of the people in this town haven’t seen the inside of anywhere even half as nice” You tried to reassure him, and when he smiled up at you in response you felt the butterflies return. Why were you being so cliché? “So uh, what are you getting?” “I was thinking of getting the chicken. It’s actual chicken so, yeah. You?” Sam nodded awkwardly again, it seemed like all he did was nod. Whenever he did his hair had a habit of bouncing into his eyes, and every single time he’d flip it out of the way-every single time you’d stare at him, and feel your stomach rising again.  “I’m gonna get a burger, I think?” “Good choice. You..uh, you look really good tonight, Y/N.” You could see how hard Sam was trying- the way he traced you up and down, trying to pick up on any detail he could find that might even begin to form a compliment. You suddenly began to feel self-conscious. Your hair looked okay, right? You had nothing on your dress? Again, you knew you were just being daft but you were nervous. It was fine. Everything was fine. You didn’t have much time to worry yourself anyway, as the waitress came back over to take your food order and place down your drinks. When she left, you smiled at him again. “Thanks.” You realised you should probably say something more than that “It took me so long to get ready ‘cause I was going through my wardrobe and I didn’t know what to wear or what you were going to wear and this place isn’t exactly a dump and I wanted to look nice for you and…and…” You stopped yourself talking, realising you were just making a fool of yourself. Sam didn’t seem to agree, and his lips were drawn into a wide smile to prove it. “You don’t have to stop.” He promised you “You’re…You’re kind of cute when you do that. That is, if you don’t mind me saying.” It was so rare for boys to be so sweet like this, especially around you-for boys to be so adorable and  nervous. You could feel your cheeks redden just thinking about it.  “Aww, thanks dude.” Sam’s face dropped as the voice came from behind him, and you looked over his shoulder to see another man. He was shorter than Sam (not like that was hard), and scruffy dirty blonde hair. His clothes were scruffy and unkempt, and he strode inside like he owned the place. You leant back against your seat as he walked over and shoved Sam across the booth to take a seat next to him. “So this is what you were so nervous about, huh?” “Dean, what are you doing here?” “Well, I was thinking of getting a burger. This place does way better ones than the crap we’re used to.” You raised your eyebrow at him, as he grabbed Sams beer and took a big mouthful.  Sam grit his teeth together, his face almost glowing with anger.  “Dean. A moment?” He went to stand up “If you’ll excuse us, Y/N.” He went to push Dean out of the booth, but Dean didn’t move.  “Yeah, no. Thought I’d stay for dinner. Haven’t eaten all day, after all. So, Y/N, you and my little brother here seen each other much?” “Um..” You stared, unsure what to say. What has happening? You’d only ever met Dean once or twice, and hadn’t really spoken much to him before. This was your first date with Sam, and Dean was ruining the middle of it. “Not really?” “Damn. Well, can’t go too bad. I mean, he’s sweating like a pig. Must really like you. “Dean!” Sam scorned, urging him to move. He didn’t. “Hopefully it goes well, I remember this one time he was on a date, and the girl was really-oooooh..” He exclaimed as the waitress came back one last time to place their food on the table. “Looks good, Sammy. What’d you get? Is that chicken?” He licked his lips, before pursing them. “Well whatever is, I see better. Y/N’s burger looks better than heaven.”   You nodded at him, and couldn’t even begin to explain how awkward you were suddenly feeling. You caught Sams eye of the the corner of you own, and his eyes were laced with apology. He would probably never stop apologising for this. “Anyway as I was saying, he was on a date and the girl was really into him, like really into him. Like crazy-obsessed, I’m talking Gollum with the ring level into him.  So he’s sat there with this chick, and he didn’t want to blow it, no way. So he’s on this date and it’s going great until he gets back home and realises something. He was in such a rush to get ready he;d put his shirt on inside out, and had been sat in this fancy restaurant the entire time with a label sticking out the top of his collar and an inside out shirt. He looked like a moron, blew it and never spoke to her again. I mean, with how into him she was it could still have gone somewhere but nope.”  Sam had slumped back in his chair, face in his hands, trying to ignore every word that came out of his brothers mouth. You found it cute how embarrassed he was getting, and began to hope that he’d call you again once all of this was over-no matter how badly he thought it was going.    “At least he can find girls that are that into him?” You spat at Dean, hoping that the joke wouldn’t be too far. You were relieved when he laughed and you could continue “besides, if he hadn’t put his shirt on wrong he could have still been with her instead of me right now.” At your words Sam seemed to perk up, like a dog at the mention of food or a walk. He brought himself up and put his hands on the table, after brushing his long hair out of his face for what seemed like the hundredth time. ‘That must be a pain during sex’, you thought to yourself, feeling the colour in your cheeks rise.  You may have loved seeing him embarrassed like that, but at the same time he needed to know that his brother was not going to put you off.  Dean rested back against the leather seat, and chuckled slightly to himself, clearly unimpressed by how little Sam was now squirming.  “Yeah, well, sorry love birds but Sam can’t be here for very long anyway.”   “What?” You and Sam both choked out in unison, he sat up even straighter and now seemed to tower over Dean. His soft eyes had hardened in anger, and were stuck glaring at his elder brother, who didn’t seem to notice. “Yeah, dude. It’s getting late and we’ve got an early start in the morning. “Dean, I’m on a date! You can’t just barge in here and tell me we’re leaving.” “I can if I need to. Something’s come up. By early start in the morning i mean..”He glanced down at his watch “In about five hours.” For some reason this seemed to put Sam at a crossroads. He stared at Dean, who raised his eyebrows. The anger died down from the younger one’s face, and he sighed.  “I’m sorry, Y/N.” He shook his head “I have to go. It was really nice tonight and we’ll meet up some other time and-I just…It was really nice to see you.” As he spoke, him and Dean ushered themselves up. You could feel your stomach sinking as he spoke, and didn’t know what to do. The upset you were feeling was almost indescribable. He took out his wallet, placed down some cash to pay for the untouched food, and before you knew it he was out of the door, leaving only you, and the faint scent of musk behind him.  And that was the first date of yours that Sam Winchester ever walked out on.