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begin again ღ

✘ pairing: sam winchester x fem!reader ღ summary: both you and sam carry scars from past heartbreaks, but fate brings you together when you least expect it. ✾ word count: 1.7k

mini author's note: hi everyone! this is the first fanfic i've written after an almost two-month writing break haha :") please forgive me. this is just a little something for me to wade back in with writing.

you never had the best of luck when it came to love. in fact, you probably had the exact opposite of a midas touch when your poor heart found itself beating for another. after your previous relationships, you were convinced romance just wasn’t in the cards for you.

until you met him.

meeting him was like finding a fully bloomed dahlia in the winter. as if the gods of timing had a sense of humor, yours and his paths were somehow made to intertwine. two broken souls, scarred by previous lovers, sharing an uncanny misfortune in the love aspect that left them abandoning the idea altogether.

the first time you met him was at a small-town cafe on a wednesday. the rain came down in propulsive rhythm, splashing on the pavement in a sonorous melody. it was a tiny little place you frequented when the world was too loud and you yearned for the kind of quiet that never made you feel lonely despite being alone.

a little bell atop the door signaled one’s entrance. the furniture, curated by the forty-something owner, was rustic and brown. there were old vinyls plastered on the walls along with some vintage concert posters, and a few floating bookshelves that were lined with antique books. the aroma of coffee beans wafted under your nose, suffused with a hint of cinnamon from whatever pastry was baking in the oven.

there weren’t many people inside given the weather, only two or three familiar faces you recognized as regulars. it wasn’t a particularly popular place either, the perfect respite just on the outskirts of town.

the baristas gave you a little smile and wave, with you being a friendly face in the crowd. when you strode across to the register, there was already a warm smile on her face

“the usual?” she asked, and you nodded, giving her a smile back.

at the corner sat a small round coffee table with a little bentwood chair, your favorite seat in the house. you could watch the city people go about their lives—young adults in fast strides, running toward the most important or interesting thing going on at the moment. you were just like them on a normal day, always in a rush, always on your feet chasing something that made your heart sing. but now, in a place like this, time could just slow down for a while.

you took out the old novel you’d purchased from the store a couple blocks away that sold secondhand books. it was a worn down copy of Frankenstein with the sides of the front cover creased with dent marks, and the pages a little stained with tiny notes in the margins made by the previous owner.

the bell rang again, apprising you of a newcomer. there was a small tug in your stomach that drew your gaze to the presence of someone new. your head tilted in curiosity at the sight of him. his back was turned, but you had a good view of him from where you sat.

he was very tall, to start off. he had broad shoulders, a light brown jacket draped over his large frame, and his hair was long and messy but it somehow still made sense for someone like him.

he made his way to the same counter in long steps, and a smile tugged at your lips when the same girl that took your order peered up at him with hearts in her eyes, stumbling over her words, and fighting an uncontrollable blush. poor girl.

his voice was low but gentle, almost velvet-like, as he told his order: a plain americano, no sugar, and iced.

when he turned, that’s when you finally met his eyes. they were pretty, hazel, and just as kind as the way he spoke to the people around him. he was beautiful, you thought, almost like Aphrodite herself had meddled her way into his creation. a small smile graced his lips when he caught you staring, and it was inevitable, the way your heart skipped a beat. you found yourself returning the smile before glancing back down at your book in such quick motion, hoping he hadn’t noticed his effect on you too.

your coffee arrived after a couple beats. your fingers curled around the ceramic mug, the fragrance of the beans and a dash of vanilla waking up your senses. the mug was just the right amount of hot in your hands, warming them and bringing them back to life after being out in the cold rain.

you couldn’t help the way your eyes searched for the handsome stranger, somewhat enigmatically drawn to his presence. he sat a few tables away from where you were, his eyebrows scrunched in focus as he opened his laptop to start working.

a soft indie rock song played over the speakers, one you instantly recognized was jackie and wilson by hozier. as you skimmed through the words of shelley, letting your mind slip into a visionary reel of entrancement, you drifted through the lives of the characters. an hour slipped by sooner than you imagined where a few customers had gone in and out over the course of it. you took a peek out the window, seeing the rain outside grow weaker, falling in softer patterns.

the same voice that had captivated you earlier softly cut through your haze of reverie, and you blinked up at its source. you had to crane your neck a little higher than usual—his skyscraper-like height damn near impossible to ignore—and there he was with his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket, standing just a few steps away.

“um, hi,” he began, a boyish smile tugging at his lips, a little sheepish. “my name’s sam. i couldn’t help but notice the book you’re reading. is that the version written in 1818?”

“oh,” you murmured, “yeah. are you… a fan of the author?”

he chuckled lightly, the sound warm enough to curl around you. “a little bit, yeah. i’ve read both the 1831 and 1818 texts. i prefer that one, but it's just shorter than i think it should be.”

“you’re quite the avid reader,” you replied, a giggle slipping past your lips. “is there anything else about you that you want me to know about?”

you caught the way his eyes flickered to the empty chair beside you before meeting your gaze again, a shy spark lingering there. “there are quite a few,” he said, “although maybe it’d be better to talk over more coffee?”

a blush crept up your neck at his words, a quiet thrill blooming in the pit of your stomach. normally, the word “no” dangled on the edge of your tongue, weighed down by the what-ifs. yet his presence sparked a different kind of curiosity in you. he was new and unlike the others you’d met before.

he actually felt safe.

so this time, you didn’t try to fight the grin that colored your face. “that works, as long as you split a cookie with me too.”

getting to know him was like discovering your favorite film for the first time. he was a quiet storm of intelligence and warmth. magnetic almost. talking to him made time slip by quicker than either of you wanted. you were just two lone souls in a cafe, finding company in one another—talking about life, literature, science, and the random little things that piqued your interest.

you could tell there were a few topics he kept tucked away. what he did for a living was one of them. when you brought it up, his lips curved in a timid smile, his gaze dropping as he told you it was a conversation for another day.

there was an indescribable beauty in the way he laughed, or how he looked straight into your eyes with such tenderness and genuinity that was never imposing nor undue. yet your eyes also caught the shadows under them, the quiet bags that told you just enough.

he was a man with a past. a man who had seen things unimaginable to the human mind. a man haunted by phantoms lurking in the quiet of the night. you learned about his late ex, who passed a couple years ago. he admitted that her death still pressed on him sometimes, a heavy weight on his shoulders. still, he fought through it every day—to learn what it was like to breathe and live for himself again.

as the sun started to sink and the stars begun to flicker, you found yourself doubting how long you'd known each other, wondering if you’d known him for three hours or three years.

the shape of him was slowly etching onto you in just a single meeting, and when you looked at his hands that were rough and steady, you wondered what it would be like to be worshipped and be held by him.

it was as if the walls you put up years ago never existed in the first place. and as he walked you to your car, leaving the cafe with his number saved in your phone with the thought of your next meeting playing delicately on your terms, you both knew something undeniable was sparking between you.

it wasn’t the kind love-at-first sight that takes you on a whirlwind of passion or reckless adventure, but something gentler. something you found yourself wanting to come home to on more than one occasion.

later that night, in separate places with your phones pressed to your ears, wide smiles lit up your faces with the thrill of a new beginning. you were a breath of fresh air to him, and he was like steady ground you could finally land on.

everything seemed to fall right into place.

for the first time in years, as the brink of day crept closer, his night wasn’t plagued by memories of screaming in the silence. as for you, it was the first time in awhile where you weren’t lulled to sleep by a heavy heart and a mind that whispered lies.

and you both knew it was time to let go of the past and the pain that lingered with it.

all because you both decided to have coffee on a rainy wednesday afternoon.

more yaps from the author: next up, i’ll be working on the fourth chapter of the BDILH series because i made a vow to myself to finish a series for once

also for the record, i hated the frankensteins for what they did to charlie and i was so upset when she died, but i needed to use it in the fic as a conversation starter because we all know how much of a cute lil nerd sam is

new tag list: @veeweepeeknee

if you’d like to be added to the new tag list, please don’t hesitate to let me know :)

#wake up chat one of my fav writer just posted a new sam fic #the cozy cafe vibes UGH #im a sucker for this