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My hand on your shoulder 2

| Sam Winchester x Reader

The monster of the week turned out to be a siren. After another victim, the trio of Sam, Dean and Her, finally put one and one together and quickly got to killing the creature. It took blood and sweat and some effort but since they make a good team, they made quick work of the monster that compelled humans to commit horrible acts while disguised as a loved one.

The Winchesters and Her decide to settle in a tranquil bar for the evening to let loose for one night after a successful hunt.

The bar is rather small and just a few people are sipping on drinks, a small group of younger guys are gathered around the pool table, and the other customers are scattered all around.

Sam and Her settle in a booth on opposite sides while Dean took it upon himself to get their drinks. The reason for that seems pretty obvious when looking over to the bar counter. Behind it is a woman with blonde hair in an intricate updo, which She guesses Dean was going to use as his opening.

“Looks like someone’s about to have a good night.” She comments, nodding towards the bar before glancing at Sam with a half drained and half amused smile. “Looks like it.” Sam agrees, smiling in amusement at the woman opposite of him. “See her hair? That’s good material for him.” The youngest Winchester adds.

She nods and hums in agreement. “Definitely.” Sam eyes his brother for another moment before turning back to Her. “Let’s hope we’ll get drinks today.” That earns him a chuckle along with a nod from Her and it makes Sam’s own smile widen. “Yeah, let’s.”

Luckily for the two, Dean actually ends up getting three beers and joins them in the booth. He sits down next to their female companion and hands her and his brother the beer with a happy smile.

“So, what’s her name?” She turns her head and looks at Dean with a knowing smile before taking a sip from the brown bottle. “Valerie,” Dean answers with a proud grin “but she has to close this place down, so…”

Sam laughs at that. “Man, now you’re gonna have to spend time with us.” The tall man on the other side says sarcastically before glancing at Her again to see if she was amused as well. Of course he was right to assume that she was. She chuckles to herself and catches Sam’s hazel eyes on her. They always somehow seem to find their way to her own.

Dean rolls his eyes and sighs in annoyance, taking a long sip of his beer too. He wasn’t just annoyed by getting turned down or that the other two make fun of him for it, it was more about the other two looking at each other like that. Again. It happens often enough to piss him off.

Her eyes shift again, scanning around the bar and spotting the pool table with the guys gathered around it. A grin settles on her face. “Hey, wanna see me hustle those guys?” She looks at both brothers with raised brows. “Hell yeah.” Dean instantly agrees with something close to proudness within his expression.

Sam on the other hand keeps his reaction more light. He nods and gives her that soft smile while shrugging his shoulders. “Yeah. Definitely.” He says even if it doesn’t sound as enthusiastic as his brother’s answer was.

She smiles and takes a big sip of her beer, emptying it halfway before climbing over Dean’s lap to walk over to the group consisting of four guys in her and Sam’s age probably.

“Hey guys, this looks so fun. Interested in another game?” She asks them with a sweet voiced to sound more innocent and inexperienced. The guys look at her with raised brows at first but they quickly come to smile at the woman in front of them.

“Sure. But we bet, so… got something to bet?” One of the guys, a man about Dean’s height asks, stepping closer to her. His deep brown eyes look down to her, seizing her up with an easy smile.

She acts as if she has to think for a moment before reaching into the pocket of her dark washed jeans. She pulls out a small stack of folded twenties. Half of it She shoves back into the pocket and holds up the rest of it. “80 bucks enough?”

The man tilts his head and glancing at his buddies. They smirk at him and it encourages him to ask for more. “That, and your number, sweetheart. You in?” He crosses his arms over his chest.

For a second She seems to think about it before shrugging her shoulders and nodding. “Why not. You’re on, but you’re gonna have to bet at least a hundred. Since… I mean you seem like you do this often and I really don’t.” That charming smile on her face remains and it seems to work on the guy, getting him to believe she is just another dumb girl with enough confidence.

“Sure.” He pulls out 150 dollars and sets them next to her 80. “I’ll even let you start.” The guy says, leaning in for just a few seconds.

On the other end of the room, both Sam and Dean are watching, watching Her charm her way into the game. Dean has an amused expression on his face, the beer meets his lips every other minute as he is quite intrigued to see how She’s gonna do it, even though he has seen it plenty.

When he looks over to his little brother though, a deep sigh escapes his lungs. “You gotta stop doing that, man.” He tells his brother.

Sam turns his head and looks at his brother in confusion. “Do what?” Dean gives him a look that said nothing less but ‘really?’. “Dude, you’re looking over there like she’s gonna get stabbed by that guy.” Sam’s brows knit and he shakes his head in denial. “I’m not.”

Dean takes another generous sip of his beer since this was already getting on his nerves. “Sammy, just grow a pair and ask her out. Make a move for god’s sake, it’s painful to watch.” His voice expresses the urgency and annoyance Dean feels towards this situation.

The younger Winchester drops his head for a moment, staring at the dark wooden table with endless scratches in it from years of use. “Just leave it alone.” He then mumbles, looking up at his brother.

Dean in return rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “What? You don’t think she’s into you?” He takes another sip of his beer, finishing it. “Because I’m telling you, she is. And obviously your dumb ass is into her just as much so go for it.” At this point Dean is doing the exact thing he never wanted to do, hold speeches, monologue like in a chick flick. On the other hand it is also painful to see his brother sickly in love without doing anything about it.

Said brother eyes Dean for a moment, hearing him say that the girl he has been into might also be into him makes him think. Then Sam looks over to Her again, who’s now celebrating her win.

“So that’s 150 bucks, and my 80,” She says with a grin on her face, once again successful in hustling unassuming, overconfident men. Might be her favorite kind of activity. The guy who lost against her rolls his eyes but then goes back to smiling.

“You totally played me,” he says, “was pretty hot, to be honest.” Once again, the dark haired man leans closer into her space and his voice lowers. “Do I get to keep your number? Y’know as consolation.”

Sam watches from their booth, seeing how close the man is to Her now. Despite the fact that he in now way shape or form has anything to say about Her dating choices, the weird feeling spreads in his chest again seeing the scene unfold.

She scans the guys face, not doing anything yet. Suddenly her eyes shift and meet Sam’s across the room. She shakes her head then, looking back at the guy. “No. No consolation for bad players,” she answers, a corner of her mouth pulling up into a grin. “Bye.”

With that she steps away from the pool table and makes her way over to the Winchesters. “Easy as always.” She says triumphant as she holds up the money she hustled.

Dean grins up at her. “That’s my girl. How much you won?” He asks her, making room so she could sit down next to him. Instead of taking up the free space on Dean’s side though, She decides to sit next to Sam.

“150.” The money gets tucked into the back pocket of her jeans. “You’re awesome.” Dean tells the woman opposite before glancing at Sam who is wearing a smile on his face as well. Just a little more scaled back, yet no less proud. “Definitely.” He says.

Dean of course takes the opportunity to tease his little brother since he now knows for sure how Sam feels about their companion. “Yeah, definitely.” Dean mocks his brother, “Sammy here drooled a little watching you.” The older brother states with a grin that always earns him an eye roll.

As expected, Sam does roll his eyes. “Shut up.” He shakes his head, hoping She won’t take it to heart. She glances at Sam, who’s seemingly annoyed and perhaps even embarrassed, before shrugging her shoulders. “My pool performance is worth drooling over.”

“I think that was just you, though.” Dean adds before getting a kick to his shin. A low laugh only follows from Dean who successfully pushed his brother’s buttons. She takes notice of the defensiveness from Sam’s side but decides not to talk about it for now.

The three spend another hour at the dim bar, drinking away the money She has earned them with skilled hands, a cue and charm. Then the Impala makes its way back to the motel. Dean leaves Her and Sam alone to still his hunger for a greasy diner burger, or so he says.

Upon getting back to the motel, they settle in the boys’ room. While she washes the filth of the day away from her face over the bathroom sink, Sam stands in the doorway, watching and listening to Her talk.

After she is done and dries her face off with a towel and gentle taps, she thinks about the bar again. “Hey earlier at the bar,” She starts to say as she puts the off white fabric away, “was Dean serious?”

Sam looks down at Her slightly confused. “What do you mean?” She steps past him through the doorway, brushing his arm. “When he said you were watching.., y’know, me.” She turns to face Sam again. Her expression is twisted with curiosity, Sam can tell she wants to know.

The tall man mildly chuckles before shaking his head, not meeting her eyes at first. “No, he just said that. You know him.” He tells her then, meeting her eyes with his own briefly. The way he reacts to the question makes her suspicious.

“Yeah?” She asks, brows slightly furrowed in suspicion. “Seemed pretty defensive about it. You don’t usually give a shit about his comments.” The hunter then adds as she leans against the edge of the table the room provided.

“Yeah because he was annoying. And yeah maybe I was watching you but just because of that guy getting in your space like that. Didn’t wanna miss the chance to tell him to piss off.” The words just seem to flow from his brain straight out his mouth, like lava flowing down a volcano.

Sam doesn’t realise what he had admitted until a few seconds later. His hazel eyes meet hers, which are now widened a little at the admission.

Her brows are raised slightly. She doesn’t say anything for a minute. “Sam were you jealous?” She says, leaning forward a little, her eyes never leaving his face. Her eyes read him with curiosity and even faint excitement.

“We’re not together.” Sam responds.

“That’s not what I asked.” She then counters, prompting him to answer what she has asked him.

The tall man in the bathroom doorframe takes a long breath as if he needed the courage the oxygen gave him. “Maybe I was.” He then tells her, meeting her eyes. For a moment they just look at each other and neither move.

“Sam…” She calls his name lowly yet gentle but before she can continue to speak he goes ahead. “No, look. I know you can do whatever you want. And I don’t want to be jealous because we’re not together, as I said. But I just don’t like the thought of you with someone else.”

As he finishes speaking, he is suddenly standing in front of her. She looks up at him before standing slowly, as if the statement made her hesitate to act quicker.

“Yeah?” She then asks a little quieter than before, almost perplex. Sam doesn’t avert his eyes this time and gives her one nod. “Yeah.” His voice matches her volume and dropped into a tone of quiet confidence now.

For another moment, the two just hold eye contact, as if trying to read each other fully. Then in a split second decision, Sam tries his luck and leans down to meet her. His big hand settles on the side of her head, tilting it upwards. He ends up so close that their noses brush, yet their lips don’t.

That half a centimetre is getting closed by Her. As soon as she felt Sam so close she knew she wanted closer, and so she took what she wanted. Their lips meet, Sam’s soft and gentle at first before they turn more explorative. Her hands connect with his upper arms, getting hold of him while pulling herself closer.

Sam pulls her closer by the waist with his other hand while his lips work to make her understand his feelings.

Suddenly, the jingle of keys sound through the room, making them part. When they look at the door, Dean stands there with raised brows and a proud look.

“Oh don’t mind me.” The oldest Winchester says, receiving annoyed groans from both Sam and Her.

Slowly, Sam’s hand slips away from her waist but the one on her jaw just settles lower onto her shoulder. Despite his brother, he had something that could easily trump Dean’s comments.

She squeezes Sam’s arm once more before walking away. “Goodnight.” Because she was definitely not staying for Dean’s teasing. For one she was annoyed, but Sam assumed she might feel too exposed to stay right now.

Sam is left with a smile on his lips before it gets washed away by his brother’s slap on the shoulder. “Don’t just let her walk away now, Sammy. You already came this far.” The grin on the man’s face was wider than the Grand Canyon, Sam swore.

Back in Her own room, she still felt Sam’s hand on her shoulder and his lips wrapping her up in bliss. And even a soft line of a smile holds itself up on her face, despite it usually being pretty hard to entertain.

a/n: a little longer but hopefully just as good.

[wingedzeppelin]

My hand on you shoulder

| Sam Winchester x Reader

After five hours on the road filled with Dean’s slightly too loud classic rock, Sam’s attempts to turn it down and her sitting in the backseat, indulged in her newest book given by Sam, the trio finally arrives in Columbus, Montana.

A newspaper article which she had spotted in a gas station lead them to the small town. ‘19 year old boy kills his mother in cold blood with rolling pin’ was the headline that caught her attention. When she took a closer look, ‘suspect claims his girlfriend told him to murder and suffered an emotional breakdown after the crime was committed’.

The detail of the suspect insisting on being compelled to do it and the fact that a 19 year old randomly decides to kill his own mother with nothing less but a rolling pin, seemed odd enough to check it out.

When she brought it up to the brothers, Dean isn’t on board immediately. “Doesn’t sound like a whole lot, don’t you think?” He responds with a knit in his brows he always gets whenever he is skeptic or in disagreement. Sam on the other hand gives it thought and argues for her. “Odd enough to kill your mother on a random Tuesday and claiming to be compelled.” The taller brother returns, glancing at Dean before catching her eyes.

Her lips pull into a humble smile since Sam trusted her to spot a case. He does it often enough, always has an open ear to her ideas and very rarely ever disagrees with her.

A sigh sounds from Baby’s driver side where Dean leans against his beloved car, on the other side, Sam and her. “Alright, whatever. Don’t have anything else to do.” The oldest of the three says, a hint of defeat within his voice. He has noticed how Sam often makes a case for their third, how the girl and his brother just seem to be mentally aligned, ‘or whatever’.

Sam and Dean turned into a trio about a year ago. They met her through Bobby. The old hunter had known her since she was a little girl since her father was too on the never ending hunt for things that most people don’t believe exist. She lost her father to a werewolf, the start of her own hunting career. Only at fifteen years old she forced herself to know everything about the unknown world of monsters, learn how to track and spot them, learn how to neutralise them and to keep other people from loosing their loved ones.

So when Sam and Dean followed a lead on a werewolf, they ran into her. After a short while of mistrust, they paired up and killed it. Her skilful performance made the brothers be interested in her and even more so after talking to Bobby.

“She’s a tough one. You boys treat her good, or see for yourselves.” The wise hunger had told the Winchester boys back then. At first, she was put off by the idea of working together, but she had to admit, killing the thing was faster and more efficient with them than it would’ve been without them, so she agreed on joining the humble team of three.

After various hunts, the three of them now roll into another small town, check into another cheap motel with just enough cleaning to pass the test, fake another set of personas. The brother’s share a room while she got the one next to theirs. Right now for research they settle in the boys’ room. Sam is settled on his laptop, next to him at the table is young woman scanning the newspaper for any and all information on the case available and Dean is searching through his father’s journal on one of the beds.

Until late they get all their information together and even have a few guesses on what the monster of the week could be. In the morning, they slip into their suits and decide on a new name like always. Sam and her go to question the girlfriend first while Dean takes the trip to the morgue.

Sam stands a step behind her as she knocks on the door. Her relaxed fit navy suit compliments her the colour of her hair, Sam thought looking down onto her. His own suit is a neat black with a white shirt, but his tie matches her outfit.

The front door opens, a man around his early twenties opens the door. “Yeah?” He asks the two standing on his porch. “Hello, I’m Agent Parker, this is my partner Agent Young with the FBI,” she says motioning towards Sam, “we’re here to talk to Emily Tamayo.” Sam gives him a nod when the man looks at him.

“That’s my sister.” He tells them. “I’m Marco, please,” he steps aside to let the two pass, “I’ll go get her for you.” Marco gives her a warm smile before disappearing up the stairs. Sam takes the facial expression and notices how Marco only looked at her.

The two ‘agents’ settle in the living room, waiting for Marco to get his sister. After a minute, Emily comes down the stairs, her brother behind her. “Agents.” She greets them with a tight lipped smile. “What’s this about? I already gave my statement.”

“Just a routine follow up on a few details.” Sam answers with a reassuring and confident tone. “Emily, could you tell us exactly what happened the last time you saw your boyfriend before he committed the crime?” She then continues, in sync with Sam’s strategy.

The blonde girl sighs and shrugs her shoulders, seemingly exhausted of questioning. “Well, Felix and I were here, in the living room watching a movie.”

Sam nods his head before asking another question. “Did anything seem off about him? Did he act any different? Said anything unusual?”

Emily thinks about it for a few seconds before answering. “The only thing I noticed was that he looked at me a lot. Almost like he couldn’t look away, in love, which we are-were, but I don’t remember the last time he looked at me that intensely.”

Now she nods and gives Sam a look, looking for his opinion before turning back to Emily. “And you can’t explain yourself why he would’ve wanted to kill his mother? Maybe they were fighting?” She questions with an empathetic tone, but pointed.

Now Marco who was sitting next to Emily shakes his head in sync with his sister. She looks back and forth between the siblings for a moment.

“No. He loved his mom. She was a good woman. Always kind, always cared for everyone around her. And Felix and her were very close.” Marco then explains to Sam and her. “Yes, that’s true. Mrs. Peterson was sweet to me always, and Felix only talked positively about his mom.” Emily then adds.

“Okay,” She speaks with one last nod “that would be all for now. Thank you. We’ll reach out if we have further questions. Don’t hesitate to call us too if something feels off.” Out of the pocket of her navy suit jacket she pulls a business card with her number on it and hands it to Marco.

Marco smiles at her with kind eyes that sweep over her body swiftly. Sam catches the look and quickly gets up from his seat, as if suddenly he wanted to leave quickly. She gets up as well shortly after and the two leave the house.

Outside, she and Sam walk down the path towards the Impala. “What do you think?” She asks Sam, looking up at him with a slightly puzzled expression. She doesn’t yet know what to make of it. Before Sam can answer her, the front door opens again and Marco comes outside. “Agent Parker!” He calls for her.

Both her and Sam turn around to see the dark blonde man walk towards them. She gives Sam a look. “I’ve got it.” She says to him lowly, looking towards the car as if asking him to already go ahead. For a few more seconds Sam stands by her side before silently turning around and walking towards his brother’s car.

Marco steps close to her, a smile still on his lips, even wider than it was in front of his sister. “Hey, I just- I remembered something weird about Felix.” She raises her brows briefly and nods. “Alright, what is it?”

Sam watches from the car, seeing Marco lean in quite close to her and a feeling of unease spreads within him before he can stop it.

“Well that night Emily was talking about, where they watched the movie. I was with them and in the kitchen he and I talked. He mentioned he loves my sister like three times. Never did that before.” He recalls, gesturing while doing so.

She nods slowly as if not sure of what to make of that information. “Okay, noted. Tha-“ she can’t finish her sentence since Marco cuts her off. “I wanted to say thank you, Agent. Thanks for trying to clear this up.” He leans down just a little to meet her hight better, so she could see his charming smile from up close.

“Yeah, thanks. That’s what we do.” She tells him, kind but not kind enough to lean into his warm attitude. “Well, the cops didn’t do it right. My sister was out of it really. So I hope you find answers for her.” Marco then puts a hand on her shoulder, the weight feels odd there. “But you seem very capable.” He puts on a bit more of charm at that compliment, his smile growing and the weight of his hand seems to be too.

Sam shifts in his seat and his eyebrows knit when he witnesses how Marco has his hand on her shoulder. The uneasy feeling makes itself more and more noticeable now. “Hey, we have to go. Something new came up.” Sam calls to her through the open window.

She turns and takes a step back from Macro. “Yes, we have to go.” She tells him with a small smile of professional kindness. “See you around, Agent.” Marco says, waving her goodbye as she steps towards the car, joining Sam in it.

As soon as she is buckled in, Sam pull onto the street, eyes on the street firmly. “So what came up? Did Dean call?” She asks him, glancing at the tall man in the driver’s seat. He is still for two seconds before shaking his head. “No. Nothing came up.” He says, voice lowered since he feels slightly guilty for feeling what was jealousy.

She looks at him confused and asks, “Then why did you-“ but instead of finishing the question, she just drops it and looks out the window. After a moment of silence between them, she speaks a softer, “Thanks.” When Marco talked to her like that and touched her, she really wasn’t into it, and so Sam had saved her from having to give the guy a pass. She liked knowing he looked out for her like that. More than she might know herself.

Sam doesn’t say anything, just gives a nod and a glance that said ‘I got you’ with that soft smile only Sam managed so well before turning to look at the street again. He felt good knowing she appreciated getting her out of the situation. It sparked the thought that maybe, just maybe, she would’ve rather it was his hand on her shoulder.

A/n: Might turn this into a series

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[fordmustang65]

I wanted you to know

Fatherfigure!Dean Winchester x Reader!platonic

The dried out leaves crunched under the weight of her feet as she stumbled into the backseat of her 65 mustang groaning in pain as she held her hip her makeshift bandage covered in blood

She pulled out the first aid kit from under her seat Bandaging the stab wound she got while raiding the vampire nest

„goddamm y/n“ dean groaned smashing his phone against the wall

He rummaged through all of her drawers looking in every corner of her randown motel room looking for any clue of where she might be

a very messy room and a lot of cursing later he found some papers stuffed under her mattress a few cases of bodies found completely drained of blood and a circled map of where the supposed vampire nest must be at

He cursed under his breath as he gripped the map and ran down the motel hallway getting in his car as fast as he could

He started baby up and raced down the street going well over the speed limit not that he cared

She cried out in pain as she poured some vodka into her open wound before stitching it together wincing every time as the needle slit through her skin

After snipping of the thread she laid back in her seat only to feel excruciating pain shoot through her whole body

Some of her ribs are definitely broken

She groaned as she leaned against her seat her vision slowly getting blurry before passing out from the pain

Dean rushed down the street as he spotted her beloved car parked infront of a house that looks like a bomb full of guts just exploded in there

He stepped outside of his car running up to hers spotting her passed out in the backseat a first aid kit sprawled out across the seat and a half empty vodka bottle still in her hand

He crawled up to her shaking her unconscious body „y/n!“ he yelled desperately „please don’t fucking do this to me right now“ he said tears threatening to spill from his eyes

She winced as she stirred awake pain shooting through her body as dean shook her wounded figure

„Im fine I’m fine dean“ she said with a weak voice sounding rather less convincing

„Are fucking kidding me kid!“ he yelled

Her eyes widened in shock at the unexpected tone of deans voice „chill I’m alright“ she said sitting up pretending like it doesn’t hurt

„CHILL!? CHILL!? I just fucking tore up your whole motel room because you just vanished without a word to go raid a whole vampire nest by yourself just to find you almost dead in the backseat of your car covered in blood and you tell me to chill you have to be fucking kidding me!“ he yelled voice so sharp you could’ve sworn it left scratches on your window

„Alright can we just do this later I want to go back“ she said her head in her hands „I’ll pick my car up tomorrow“

Deans harsh expression softened a bit but still not changing the fact he was ballistic

„Alright kid I’ll come back to this tho“ he said voice softer now as he helped her get into the impala but not before making sure nothing will happen to her car

A couple days later she was sitting in the car alone with dean after sam had gone into the store to get some food for the three of them

„So you want to talk about your last solo trip“ he said looking at her through the rearview mirror

„Nothing to talk about I went on a hunt and I finished it I took out twelve vampires by myself“ she said eyes still fixated on her favorite silver knife that she was currently sharpening

„Yeah exactly by yourself“ he said eyes narrowing „that’s more than a one man job especially for a goddamn 16 year old“

She huffed „well I did it didn’t I“

He scoffed at her „yeah barley“ he said turning around to look at her in the backseat „are you really that desperate for everyone to know how great you are“

She shifted in her seat looking up from her knife with a sigh „it’s not about everyone ok it’s just- she said looking away from his eyes her gaze turning to the window „I wanted you to know“