Sam's Little Spoon

A fanfiction page. Mostly a Sam!girl with some Dean and Cas on the side :) Ask is open for feedback, thoughts, requests, or any random thoughts you want to share!

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[theman]

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

[tattooedzombigirl]

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

[imanutcase-10]

Then bring me luck

[thirddeadlysin]

the day after I posted this last time I was notified that I was selected for a really cool mentorship gig and got an unrelated glowing review at work

[devilofmidtownwest]

I have a job interview tomorrow. I can't risk it.

[galaxyedging]

I can't let this pass without reblogging it. I'm so sorry.

[bamby0304]

Dangerous Dance- Masterlist

Summary: When you first saw him, you knew he wasn’t like any other man that walked through the doors. There was a gleam in his eyes that screamed mischief. A gleam you would come to crave just as much as he craved you, if not more. When you first saw him, you had no idea what you were in for.

Pairings: Soulless!Sam x exotic-dancer!Reader

Story Warnings: Explicit language. Angst. Fluff. Pole dancing. Sexy dancing. Smut. Dom!soulless!Sam. Fingering. Masturbation. Voyeurism. Dry humping. Dirty talk. Unprotected sex. Bondage. Breath play. Squirting. Possibly other smut related warnings that I just can’t think of right now.

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Chapter Eleven | Chapter Twelve

[samslittlespoon]

Oh my gaaawwdd, this series! Do yourself a favor and grab some water (you'll need it because this is STEAMY!) and read it! HOT HOT HOT!!

[oneshoeshort-deactivated2021060]

FireFlight783 Masterlist

Sam Winchester x Reader

Series Summary: Sam decides to try his luck at online dating. Given how disastrous his dating life has been in the past, he’s hoping for a change. Enter username FireFlight783, and she’s exactly what he’s looking for. He keeps the family business a secret. Little does he know, she’s doing the exact same thing.

Written For: @spnaubingo

Square Filled: online dating

WARNING: FLUFF, ANGST, FLANGST, EXPLICIT LANGUAGE, CANON VIOLENCE, MORE TBA (Chapters to be individually warned, as always)

A/N: Hey look at me, writing on Tumblr again! WHA?! Lol actually because this is a Tumblr thing, it’s gonna stay here. I’m excited about this one. Stay tuned!

MY WORK IS NOT TO BE DISTRIBUTED WITHOUT MY EXPRESSED CONSENT. I’M NOT YOUR MOTHER AND I SHOULDN’T HAVE TO TELL YOU FUCKS NOT TO STEAL WHAT’S NOT YOURS.

One - Two - Three - Four - Five

Six - Seven - Eight - Epilogue 

Tagging for Signal Boost:

@ellen-reincarnated1967 @theboykingsam @riversong-sam @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @impala-dreamer @impalaimagining @thecleverdame @plungerwhisk @kittenofdoomage @supernatural-jackles @supernatural-teamfreewillpage, @jessyackles, @deansgirl215, @wendibird

[samslittlespoon]

This is so cute! Can't wait to read more!

[samslittlespoon]

Making a Princess

You and Sam are called to an emergency, only to find out it’s not the type of emergency you were expecting...

PAIRING: Sam x Reader

WORD COUNT: 1200

WARNINGS: language

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I’m so excited to participate in my first writing challenge! A big thank you and a happy (early) birthday to @squirrel-moose-winchester! My prompt for this Crack Attack challenge is ‘Kids/Old People’ sooo here we go! 

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“Sam! Oh thank goodness you picked up. I need your help,” Jodi’s voice came sharp and urgent through the speaker on Sam’s phone.

“What is it? Dean’s out, he won’t be back for a few more hours, but I can help” he replied, his voice gravelly and concerned.

“Please,” she begged, “just come over now. Hurry! Bring y/n!” With that, she hung up.

Sam looked at you and you nodded in silence already slinging your jacket over your shoulders. “Let’s go.”

You arrived at Jodi’s in record time. You had phoned Dean on your way to give him a heads up while Sam put the pedal to the metal. The two of you tumbled up the stairs, guns strapped to your hips, knives in hand, unsure what you were about to encounter.

In the split second before Sam knocked on the door, Jodi opened it.

“Oh good! Took you long enough!” She gestured to your knives, “put that stuff away. Come in, come in.”

“What’s up, Jode? What’s wrong?” Sam asked, eyes sweeping the house looking for the threat.

Jodi looked at you both somberly and closed the front door. Once the door clicked, her face broke into a huge grin. “Well, my girls are out and my nieces are here to visit, and...well...” she paused, “I got asked on a date, so...I needed a babysitter?” Her tone curving up at the end as she scrunched her nose and raised her hands. “You know?”

“Soo, there’s nothing wrong?” you ask.

“Well, I mean, nothing life threatening, but here’s the real travesty - I’m about to go on my first date in years and I’ve got no idea what to wear! Here, you go meet the girls while I finish getting ready. They’re in the living room watching TV. Good luuuck,” she sang as she floated up the stairs.

“So there’s no...” Sam began, then trailed off when you both realized Jodi wasn’t listening.

“Babysitting!” You turned to Sam, puzzled. “We really doing this?”

“Uh. Yeah. I guess.”

In the living room twin girls, about 6 or 7, in similar but not identical pink dresses were quietly watching TV on the couch.

Maybe this won’t be so bad, you thought. After all, you can handle demons, you can handle kids. Right?

Sam cleared his throat and you expected them to turn. They didn’t even blink.

“Hi girls, I’m y/n. What are your names?”

Silence.

“W-Well, this is Sam. We’re going to looking after you guys tonight, you cool with that?”

Crickets.

“Oh boy,” Sam muttered under his breath. This was gonna be a long night.

“You guys wanna tell me your names? Otherwise I’ll have to make names up, and I don’t think you guys want to be named gym socks and booger.” The girls let out soft giggles. “Oh! Well okay then, you’re gym socks and you’re booger,” you said, pointing to them.

“I want to be Booger!” Gym Socks said.

Sam gave a hearty chuckle. “Well if you get to be Booger and Gym Socks, I want to be...SPATULA!”

The girls burst out laughing at the funny word and Sam smirked, pleased with himself.

“KAREN, AMELIA,” Jodi’s voice boomed from behind. “Behave yourselves tonight, you hear? Aunt Jodi will be back in a few hours. Be good, okay?”

“Yes Aunt Jodi,” they agreed in unison.

Jodi smiled at you both and even went so far as to pinch Sam’s cheek. “They’re good girls, don’t worry, you’ll do fine. I owe you both big time.”

As she whirled her way out the front door, you called out, “don’t do anything I wouldn’t dooo!”

Jodi just gave a bold laugh. “Don’t worry, y/n,” she called, “that list is pretty short,” and slammed the door.

Alone with the girls, you racked your brain for something to do. Finally, you landed on just asking them.

“So, ladies, what would you like to do tonight? Movie? Popcorn? Maybe a-”

“Is Sam your boyfriend?” The one of the left - either Karen or Amelia - asked. 

“Yes, Booger, he is.”

“TOLD YOU, AMELIA.” Booger, now obviously Karen, exclaimed, followed by giggles at her nickname.

“Do you kiss?” Amelia asked.

“Y-”

“Are you going to get married?”

“W-”

“Is he your only boyfriend?” 

“How about you let me answer a question before asking the next one?!” You cut in, exasperated. 

Laughing, Sam wrapped a heavy arm around you. “Well, Gym Socks and Booger, yes we kiss, T.B.D. on getting married, and if I’m not her only boyfriend, we got a big problem. Now, let’s do something other than twenty questions.”

“Let’s make Sam a princess!” You shout, throwing your hands in the air, and you see Sam’s eyes flicker with a hint of fear. The girls yell and throw their hands in unison, mimicking your moves. “Make! Sam! A princess!” you chant “Make! Sam! A princess!” Soon the girls join in and you’re marching to Jodi’s room for blush and eye shadow with two chanting girls at your heels. 

You return to the living room and find Sam defeated but smiling. “I can’t believe I’m letting you do this,” he said sheepishly, his bright hazel eyes shining up at you through his lashes. 

You hand the girls lipsticks from your own purse so they don’t destroy Jodi’s and initiate the Make Sam a Princess movement. “Ladies,” you look at both girls seriously, “Find yourself a man who will let you practice make-up on him and make him a princess.” Both girls nod enthusiastically. “With that said, ARE YOU READY TO MAKE SAM A PRINCESS?” The girls respond with near-on shrieks of joy.

“FIrst, let’s give him blush! You should each make a red circle on his cheeks.” The girls follow your instructions while you layer on think blue eyeshadow to Sam’s eyelids. Within 15 minutes your sweet boyfriend has become a terrifying clown.

Finally, you sit back and admire your handiwork. “What do you think girls? Does he look like a princess?”

“Wait!” Karen called out then ran a red lipstick stripe across Sam’s lips one more time. Sam nodded solemnly when she was done, as if in agreement with the artistic choice.

“Princess Sam!” Amelia anointed him before jumping up to curtsey. 

“Thank you, Princess Gym Socks and Princess Booger,” Sam said earnestly. The girls laughed and you felt your heart melt slightly at how Sam has handled the girls.

“I have to say, Princess Sam, you’re quite the sight. You might want to wash that off before -”

“SAM?!” Came Dean’s voice from the front hall.

“Oh shit,” you muttered, immediately hoping the girls didn’t hear. “I never called him back after we realized this wasn’t an emergency.”

“What’s going on? Where are --” Dean stopped dead in his tracks when he laid eyes on Sam.

“It’s not what you think,” Sam said defensively. 

“No? Because it looks like you got a little something riiight --” he scratched at the corner of his own mouth before breaking out into a cheesy grin. “What the hel-” Dean spotted the girls just in time “-lloo there ladies. I see you’ve done quite the number on my brother.”

“He’s a princess!” Amelia announced proudly.

Dean finally bust out with the laugh he was holding in. “It’s an honor to have royalty in our midst, Princess Sam!”

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[saxxxxology]

Alpha!Sam Headcanon: Scenting Pregnancy

Sam scents your pregnancy before you even know you’re carrying.

NO PAIRING: Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader

WORD COUNT: 200

WARNINGS: pregnancy

AUTHOR’S NOTE:  I’m writing Alpha!Sam headcanons! Hope you enjoy them!

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY. DO NOT REPOST MY WORK ON ANY OTHER SITES.

Alpha!Sam Headcanons Masterlist

It starts as a subtle change in your earthy fragrance, something a little more sweet and slightly pungent, like apple blossoms and sage. It makes his gut twinge with anxiety. You’ve never smelled different, and to say it causes a brief panic is an understatement.

It’s gotta be something normal, right? It’ll go away.

Keep reading

[saxxxxology]

CHAPTER 2

Sam’s gone and you’re moving on. Sean’s nice. Sean’s stable. Sean’s… not Sam.

PAIRING: Soulless!Sam x Reader, Sean (OMC) x Reader

WORD COUNT: 4600

WARNINGS: stalking, smut, dub-con, oral sex, rough sex, marking, hair pulling, unprotected sex, creampie, belly bulge.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This work was co-written with @kittenofdoomage – please heed the warnings and read responsibly!

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY. DO NOT REPOST THIS WORK ON ANY OTHER SITES.

Chapter 1

The rest of the aquarium tour had been uncomfortable to say the least. The knowledge that Sam was alive, lurking somewhere in the crowds, had you even more on alert. Not to mention, his touch was still buzzing on your skin, the memory of his kisses making your panties damp with need.

Poor Sean had no idea and you didn’t know how to even start explaining what had happened.

He picked up on the soured atmosphere as you headed back to the hotel, intending on ordering room service. You couldn’t relax or stop glancing around, expecting Sam to appear any second.

“Have I done something wrong?” Sean asked as he closed the motel room door. You fixed him with a puzzled frown, shaking your head and walking towards the bed. “Are you sure?” Because I’ve been getting some pretty negative vibes off you this afternoon.”

“You haven’t done anything,” you sighed, slumping down on the bed and groaning when your phone went off. You leaned back, fishing it from your pocket to open the message. It was an unknown number and six words that sent a chill down your spine and you weren’t sure if you were frightened or turned on.

I’ll always be watching over you.

Sean’s phone beeped and you looked up, eyes wide with panic. He pulled his phone from his coat, frowning as he swiped to see the notification. You watched him, clutching your phone tightly, unable to discern the look on his face.

“Unknown email?” he sneered, pressing the screen. His entire expression dropped and he raised his eyes to you, shock all over his features. Swallowing, you locked your gaze on the phone as Sean turned the screen to you. The title of the email jumped out at you, and your heart sank when you knew who had sent it.

SHE’LL ALWAYS BE MINE.

The video underneath was playing on a loop. You, pressed against the wall at the aquarium. Black and white footage clear enough to see exactly what Sam was doing.

He’d planned this.

“You were… that’s Sam Winchester, Y/N.” Sean’s voice was remarkably calm and you looked up at him with guilt and shame in your eyes. “Were you… are you…”

“No, Sean,” you exclaimed. “It’s not like that!”

The expression on Sean’s face grew thunderous, unlike any anger you’d seen on him before. He was shaking with the force of his emotion and when he suddenly moved, hurling the phone across the room, you shrieked and covered your head.

Bits of plastic and metal showered down onto the carpet as the phone exploded and when you looked up, Sean was gone, the hotel room door swinging slowly shut behind him.

*****

Sam crouched in the shrubs as Sean stormed off to his truck, climbed into the cab, and sped away fast enough to make the tires screech on the asphalt. He chuckled to himself, wondering just how stupid someone had to be to fall for a trick like that.

At the end of the day, Sean had no faith in you and Sam knew it.

When he turned back to peer through the gap in the blinds, he could see tears in your eyes. He scoffed to himself, wondering exactly what was so special about the blonde. You raked your fingers through your hair, wiping furiously at your eyes with your free hand, before grabbing one of the water bottles off the table and hurling it at the wall in frustration. Sam smirked; you were always a good fuck when you were angry.

It was only when you disappeared into the bathroom and he heard the shower running that he made his move, checking that the parking lot was otherwise deserted before pulling his lockpicking kit from his jacket pocket and working a few seconds of magic before slipping inside and closing the door behind him. It didn’t take long to set up the laptop he found on the desk, angling it towards the bed and opening up the video recorder. He hit play, watching the little red light blink next to the camera.

The mattress springs squeaked under his weight, and he tensed, waiting for the sound of the water shutting off or the curtain sliding back. When none came, he took his time, trying to make as little noise as possible as he settled back, waiting.

*****

The shower alleviated some of the stress making your head ache. When you stepped out, you sighed at the lovely fluffy towel waiting for you, wrapping it around your nude body and standing on the mat to dry off. You were still trying to process everything that had happened, unsure how long it would take Sean to cool off.

Leaving the bathroom, your vision was obscured by the towel you were using to dry your hair. You bent over, holding onto the towel around your chest with one hand, giving your hair one more cursory scrub before flinging yourself upright, making your hair splat against your neck.

Sam was smirking at you from the bed and you screamed in shock.

“What the hell?” you demanded, breathing heavily as you recovered from the heart attack he’d given you. “How the hell did you get in here?”

“I let myself in,” he shrugged. “You know, it’s really hot when you do the flippy-hair thing.”

“Sam, you can’t be here,” you shook your head, walking past him towards your duffel on the other side of the bed. “It’s not that I’m not happy to see you but Sean-”

“Yeah,” Sam drawled, interrupting you. “He got my email, huh?”

Your eyes narrowed. “I knew that was you.” An accusing finger was almost in his face and he still didn’t stop smirking. “Why? Why did you do that? I’d moved on. I was healing-”

“You were lying,” he deadpanned. “Lying to yourself, lying to everyone.” Standing up from the bed, he drew himself to his full height and walked around to you, catching your chin with two fingers. “You’re mine and you’re nothing without me.”

Rage filled your belly at his words and you scoffed indignantly, tearing yourself away. “No, Sam. You don’t get to say that. I’m fine without you.”

“Is that why you still dream about me?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as he tilted his head. There was something dark about his expression that should not have made your cunt pulse but it did anyway and a sick little thrill settled in at the bottom of your spine. “Oh, baby. You say my name so much when you sleep. Makes me hard when I’m watching you. Remembering how you sound when you beg.”

Your throat was dry and you desperately tried to work up some saliva to ease the scratch. “Y-you watched me sleep?”

“I’ve been watching you for weeks,” Sam admitted, seeming closer with every second. He lifted his hand, dragging the back of his index finger along your bare collarbone. Goosebumps erupted across your skin and you shivered, looking up at him with lips slightly parted. “Been watching you with him, knowing he’s touching what doesn’t belong to him.”

“I’m not a possession,” you protested weakly.

Sam’s other hand curled around your waist, pulling you close against his huge body and you whimpered in the back of your throat. Sean could walk in at any minute and he’d see this… this betrayal. You’d never been that person, but this was Sam.

You’d never stopped longing for him.

His lips found yours, claiming you with teeth and tongue and you moaned, not resisting in the slightest when he pulled your towel down, tossing it away. Sam palmed your breast with one hand, his other arm now around your body, keeping you right where he wanted you.

You broke away to gasp for air and Sam kissed along your throat, biting the skin hard enough to make you yelp loudly. “Sam!”

He chuckled, running his tongue over the dents his teeth had made. “Now that’s what I like to hear.”

He grabbed a fistful of your hair, and without waiting for direction, you dropped to your knees. Sam shed his jacket and flannel, leaving his arms and torso bare. He’d had always been a buff guy, but the man standing over you was sculpted like a fucking God. Miles of gold, suntanned skin flexed over bulging muscles. The cords in his neck were strong, and his powerful shoulders rolled back as he looked down at you.

Nowthis is a man, you thought to yourself.

“Come on,” Sam rolled his hips in front of your face, smirking down at you. “Show me how much you missed it.”

You probably broke a record for belt-opening. In what seemed like no time at all, you had Sam’s jeans unbuttoned and down his hips. The bulge in his SAXX boxers was as big as you remembered it, and you shoved the soft fabric down, allowing his cock to spring free. Again, Sam didn’t have to direct you, only watched in pleasure as you gripped his shaft in both hands, wrapping your lips around the shiny pink head. Sam hissed as you guided him deeper, until he hit the back of your throat. Your jaw ached as he stretched it, and the weight and heat of him on your tongue provided a relief that nobody else - including Sean - could give you.

“Goddamn,” Sam groaned, tipping his head back when your throat constricted around him, swallowing him down, “I missed your perfect cock-sucking mouth.” His fingers were cupping the back of your head now and Sam started to thrust, testing your boundaries as you looked up at him with watery eyes.

Pushing back against his hand did nothing and Sam groaned with a little more of his length sank between your lips. You struggled furiously to breathe through your nose, placing one palm on his thigh as he thrust again. The slight touch made him pause.

“I’m going to fuck your throat,” he growled out, clearly holding back as he panted heavily. “Unless you tap my thigh.”

A second ticked past and you swallowed again, prompting him to snarl, lip curling upward to meet his nose. There was no warning when Sam started to thrust, measuring his strokes so he didn’t injure you but fucking your mouth hard enough that you were weeping, drooling on his cock.

“You derailed my plan,” Sam chuckled, looking down at your red-rimmed eyes. “I thought I’d have to convince you, fuck you into submission.” He slowed, cupping your cheek with one hand as he kept eye contact, still pushing his cock back and forth between your plump lips. “I didn’t think I’d have you willing and on your knees so quickly.”

You moaned when he reached down and pinched your nipple, twisting it with a satisfied grunt.

“My willing little whore,” he whispered.

Dragging yourself away, you gasped for breath, falling onto your hands as Sam stood laughing. A string of drool hung from your chin and you wiped it away, looking up at him.

“I’m not a whore,” you ground out. “I loved you.” With a pause, you glanced away. “I love you.” His expression turned scornful and he rolled his eyes but you were stared at the carpet, too ashamed of what you’d let him do. First the aquarium, now…

“Your boyfriend could be back at any minute,” Sam drawled, casually sitting on the bed like he wasn’t half-nude. He reached down to remove his boots and pants, lounging backwards on the heels of his hands. “Way I see it, you have a choice. Leave with him, pretend you’re not gagging for my dick and live miserably, sexually unsatisfied for the rest of your short hunter life.”

You looked up sharply. Sam smirked at you and looked down at his cock, bobbing for attention, still slick with your spit.

“Or,” he sat up, holding out his hand to you, “you can come here, sit on my cock and ride me.”

“Is this just about sex?” you demanded, getting to your feet, considering covering yourself again. It would be a lie - you knew there was no way you were getting out of this room without Sam Winchester fucking you six ways from fucking Neverland.

His eyes darkened. “It’s about you. You’re mine.”

“And yet it took you weeks to find me.” You scoffed. “I wasn’t exactly hiding.”

Sam moved so fast, you could barely register it and you squealed when his strong arms dragged you down onto the bed, partially pinning you. “I was told to stay away.” You opened your mouth to demand an explanation but he covered your lips with his huge palm, gagging you. “You listen when I speak,” he growled and you went still. “That’s better,” Sam murmured, leaning in to kiss the spot below your ear.

You shivered, despite yourself, unbelievably aroused at his display of strength. Sam had always had… niche tastes where it came to sex but this Sam, this resurrected version of him, at least, seemed to be missing most of his inhibitions. The old Sam definitely wouldn’t have fingered you against the wall of an aquarium.

“I was told to stay away,” Sam repeated, trailing his other hand down the length of your body, not stopping until it was cupping your sex. “And at first, I thought that was best. But the more I thought about it-” his fingers pressed into your soaked hole, opening you slowly, “-the more I realized that nothing is better for you than me. Whatever poor excuse you dug up couldn’t replace me, just like the whores I fucked couldn’t replace you.”

His words stung, especially the mention of other women, but the feeling of his thick fingers inside you distracted you from the emotional pain. He twisted his hand, seeking out the little spot on your inner wall that made your hips jerk.

“So I watched. And I waited. And now,” he growled, adding a third finger a stretching you open, forcing you to cry out against his hand. “Now, I’m here to take what belongs to me.”

You came, bucking on his hand and wailing into his palm and Sam grinned in satisfaction, pulling his hand from between your thighs. He released your mouth, letting you gasp for air and shifted so his knees pinned yours apart.

“And you do,” he murmured, brushing his lips against yours, “belong to me, Y/N.”

His cockhead pressed into you and you cried out, spreading your legs further to give him the access he needed. Sam’s cock was thick and long, curved at an angle that seemed to work perfectly no matter the position. He moved slowly, watching your face as your pussy swallowed him inch by inch. “God, I missed watching you fall apart when I’m inside you,” he growled, dropping his head to suckle at your bare breast. His tongue courted the outside edge of your areola and you whined when he sucked the hardened peak between his teeth.

When he pulled away a little, you should have expected the sudden thrust, the fullness that seemed to reach all the way to your chest. Sam snarled loudly, clutching at your hips for a brief second before capturing your lips in a feral kiss.

You responded just as eagerly, wrapping your legs around his waist, crying out when he dragged away from your mouth and buried his teeth in your throat. The bite hurt and made you scream, but that only made Sam bite harder, sucking at the skin until purple blossomed under the pressure of his teeth.

He pulled away and left a hickey on your throat that couldn’t be hidden.

“Just so everyone knows who you belong to,” he purred, rolling his hips to slam the tip of his cock right into your cervix, making you scream and arch your back.

He pulled out, abandoning you on the bed and you mewled in protest, only to have your ankle grabbed a second later. He dragged you over onto your belly, slapping your ass when you struggled to get away. The bed dipped under his weight and you whimpered when his huge hands grabbed at your hips.

“Stay where I put you,” he ordered. You went still, unsure of what he was going to do. “You know,” Sam continued, stroking your ass, his fingers leaving a trail of goose bumps along your skin, “you look so wet and open for me. Made for my cock, aren’t you?”

You nodded listlessly and Sam frowned, slapping your ass hard. The sting of the impact made you yelp and you lifted your head.

“Yes, Sam.”

He chuckled. “You’ll learn.” Your eyes rolled back as Sam stroked the tips of his fingers over your swollen pussy lips, teasing you with a feather-light touch. “Look how wet you are,” he rumbled, slowly pushing a finger between your outer lips, groaning at the wet sound your cunt made when he penetrated you. “I love that sound.”

The bed moved when he did and you held your breath, unconsciously lifting your ass and pushing your belly into the comforter. Sam raised an eyebrow, looking down at your changed position, the way you presented yourself with barely a thought.

“That’s it,” he whispered, stroking over the curve of your ass. “Presenting like a good little slut.”

You nearly had to bite the pillow when he pressed his cockhead against your entrance, easing into your pussy slowly, keeping his eyes on your body as it took him. The slow slide of his flesh on yours was torture and you clutched the sheets either side of your head, trying not to cry out when Sam barely moved, not even three inches of his cock inside you.

“Are you desperate, baby?” he taunted, reaching over to grab your hair in his fist, pulling your head back. “Do you need it? Need my cock inside you, filling you up?” His hand tugged, letting you know that he wanted an answer.

“Yes,” you hissed nodding with what little leeway you had.

Sam grinned, holding you in that position, back arched and pussy split open on his thick shaft. Your entire body was shaking with need and Sam just watched as your resolve quickly started to disintegrate.

“Please,” you wailed, the word high-pitched and almost choking you. “Please, Sam, I need it so bad…”

Your mouth opened in a silent scream as he dropped his hips, slamming inside you in one smooth thrust. His grunt of pleasure was loud in your ear, and you dug your nails into the covers. Sam didn’t wait for you to adjust, just dug his knees into the mattress and started pounding into you. You could feel him punching into your cervix and didn’t care one bit. You’d missed the feeling so much you almost wanted to cry, but Sam was making sure you weren’t thinking about anything else but his cock inside you.

“I bet I can feel it inside you, still,” he growled. One hand slipped underneath you to press against your lower belly, and you felt the pressure on your bladder increase as he sandwiched your sweet spot between his fingers and his cock. “Fuck, there it is,” he muttered breathlessly, “I can feel my fucking dick inside you, baby.”

It was pleasure and pain wrapped up into one when he started to move, holding you close with his giant paw as he fucked you. Sam kept his strokes even, but hard enough to rattle the bedframe and within minutes you were literally crying from the intensity of his assault.

“I know you’re gonna cum,” Sam snarled. “Your pussy’s gettin’ all wet and tight.” The hand that wasn’t pressed against your belly was wrapped around the spot where your shoulder met your neck, holding you steady so he could put more weight into his thrusts. “Don’t hold back for me, sweetheart.” You were gasping for breath, tears rolling down your cheeks. Sam was reclaiming your body as his own, this dark and twisted version of the man you’d mourned for months.

And he still knew you. Inside and out. The simple pressure of his palm against your belly, letting you know that his cock was inside you deeper than any other man ever could be. He knew that the filthy words he spoke would make you clench around his shaft, inspiring the blossom of agonizing bliss that physically tore you apart piece by piece.

He was grunting loudly now, like an animal as he fucked you over the bed you were supposed to share with Sean. There was nothing loving or caring about the way he did it; sweat dripped from your forehead to mingle with your tears as Sam forced a shameful climax from your wrung out body, not slowing his pace.

“That’s it,” he coaxed, a predatory grin on his face as you gasped and fought for breath between cries and moans of ecstacy. “You feel that?”

You managed a nod and a brief cry before Sam was pressing his weight down on you, pinning you to the bed. His legs shifted, forcing yours to press together, stretched out along the width of the bed. The hand on your belly disappeared, covering your hip as Sam started to really fuck you.

“Did you let him cum inside you?” he demanded, the words barely audible over the protesting squeak of the bed frame and your own fractured cries. “Tell me, Y/N.”

“No!” Your desperate cry was high-pitched, more of a scream and it made Sam smile. Grabbing your hair, he pulled your head up, slamming the full length of his thick cock into your wrecked pussy.

“Who gets to cum inside you, baby?”

God, it felt like he was gonna break you open. The harder he went, the more your mind conjured up ridiculous yet arousing images of his dick impossibly big inside you, splitting your cervix open so he could cum right inside you, right into your womb.

But you hadn’t answered his question and he didn’t seem to like that.

“Who does this pussy belong to?” Sam demanded, jerking your head up a little more.

“You,” you sobbed, desperate to cum again. Sam growled in dissatisfaction and you sucked in a breath and practically screamed through clenched teeth. “Yours, Sam, I’m yours, I… I need…”

He cut you off with a frightening snarl. “I know what you fuckin’ need. My greedy little slut needs my cum deep in her belly.”

You wanted to scream yes and no simultaneously. This wasn’t your Sam, but at the same time, it felt like pure Sam. The darkness that had always lingered in him was now unrestrained and you were afraid… and simultaneously addicted.

“Do it,” you whimpered, “cum inside me, Sam.”

The sound he made when he came was loud enough that you were sure the neighboring rooms would have heard it. It was a dominant noise and matched your own scream of completion perfectly. Sam didn’t stop moving, forcing his cock deeper, making sure every drop of cum was inside you.

When he was done, he held himself there, partially collapsed across you, his weight almost stifling. He panted against your ear, laughing through his ragged breaths.

“Just makin’ sure,” he murmured, dropping a chaste kiss to the spot below your ear before he pulled away. You whimpered when he withdrew his cock from your aching body. His cum started to dribble out and Sam growled, scooping it up and forcing it back inside you with two thick fingers, making you cry out again. “Don’t waste it, baby.”

You couldn’t move. Your arms slumped at your sides and you stared at the door, wondering what Sean would think if he walked in now to find you naked and sweaty on the bed he’d fucked you in the night before, an expression of pleasure on your face unlike any he could ever provide.

God, you were such a bitch.

“Get dressed,” Sam ordered from behind you, pulling his pants on.

“What?” you rasped, managing to make your arms work after a few seconds of arguing with your muscles. “Why?”

Sam was grinning now. “I told you that you had a choice to make. Him and his pathetic attempts to make you cum… or me.” His eyes locked with yours as fresh arousal blossomed in your belly. “Because I know what you want, Y/N. All you gotta do,” he offered you his hand, the smile on his face all too much like the Sam you’d known, “is reach out and take it.”

*****

Sean had been walking for what felt like hours, trying to process everything in his head. He was, without any doubt, in love with you and he’d hoped that eventually you’d come to love him. He knew you had feelings but the loss of Sam Winchester was too fresh, too new.

Not that it seemed to matter if the video was real. You hadn’t denied it.

Running a hand through his short blond hair, Sean looked up, realizing he’d been walking the same two blocks. Without his phone, he had no idea what the time was.The hotel was across the street and he sighed, waiting for a break in the traffic before crossing. He gave the receptionist a cursory nod and she blinked at him in confusion as he headed for the elevator.

The sheets on the bed were rumpled and the room stank of sex. Sean stood in the doorway with one hand on the knob, staring at his duffel, still sat by the side of the bed. All of your things were gone; a wet discarded towel laid on the floor.

His laptop was on, sat on the desk opposite the bathroom door and Sean frowned, approaching it. Pressing the spacebar, the screensaver disappeared, showing the start of a video, the title bold and glaring on the screen.

TOLD YOU.

Against his better instincts, Sean pressed play. The footage was grainy to start but cleared up when the room came into focus. It was the room he was standing in and Sam Winchester was sitting on the bed smirking.

You walked onto the screen in nothing but a towel, clearly fresh out of the shower.

Sean didn’t want to see this. He knew what had happened. He could smell it in the fucking air.

He kept watching.

The audio was patchy and indiscernible - Sean didn’t have the best laptop. At this point, he was wishing he had no laptop. He didn’t need to hear the words either of you were saying as you dropped to your knees and took Sam’s beast of a cock into your mouth.

His dick chubbed in his pants and his mouth went dry with shame.

You stopped when Sam called you a whore loud enough for the microphone to pick it up. Sean wanted to be sick when you professed your love for the formerly dead hunter. The rest of the conversation was lost as Sam touched you and Sean pressed his palm over the bulge of his zipper.

He’d never fucked you like this. It had always been sweet and tender, what he thought you wanted. He was sure you always got off, he was… he was…

The microphone had no problem picking up the several minutes of pornographic screams from you and Sean grunted when you begged for Sam to cum inside you, sticky wet heat filling his boxers as he came like a fucking teenager.

He stumbled away from the laptop towards the hotel phone, trying to ignore the sound you made when Sam granted your plea. It was everything he could do to not throw up as he dialed.

“Hello?”

“Bobby,” Sean panted. “He… he found her. She’s gone.”

A heavy sigh was his initial response before the older hunter clicked his tongue. “I told you, boy. Ain’t no use running.”

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Supernatural Crack Attack Challenge!

Hi guys!! 

I am a little less than 100 followers away from reaching 2000!! Also, in September, it’ll be my blogs 1st Birthday, and last but not least, my birthday is in October!! Therefore… in celebration of everything, I’ve decided to host my second challenge EVER!! (and I do hope you guys join!)

Because I love writing crack, and I love to laugh as well as make other’s laugh, I decided to hold a CRACK Challenge, hence the title: “Supernatural Crack Attack Challenge.” (yeah… the title is a little lame, but I’m committing to it. haha.)

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This challenge will revolve around the funny aspect. It can still include other genres (i.e. Smut, Fluff, Angst) as long as humor is the main genre. Below I will include 28 prompts to choose from (28 because that’s how old I’ll be turning) and will be allowing 3 to a prompt. I came up with a lot of prompts but managed to focus them down to 28, so I hope there is something that grabs your attention. I kept the prompts fairly vague that way there is more wiggle room to play :)

Due Date will be on October 19, 2018 (because that’s my birthday!) Willing to extend to October 31 if need be. Further extension may be granted as well.

Rules and Prompts Below the cut:

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I’ll be participating in my first challenge! Can’t wait to flex some humorous crack muscles.

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Rough

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean gets a jealous when you need to flirt with another guy for case, and wants you to remember who you come home to.

Word Count: 2280

Warnings: Smuuuut (intercourse, fingering) and also some aggressive Dean sex which might be a bit triggering for some. 

A/N: This is a request, thank you for the submission! 

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“There’s no way you could hit that bell! You’d need to be like, Thor!” You playfully punched the arm of the man you were asked to extract some information from.

A man had gone missing at an amusement park after he claimed he was stalked by a killer clown. Sam, naturally, was avoiding the place like the plague but agreed to monitor your mic from the car and secure the perimeter of the place.

Dean also hung back in the car to give you time to begin flirting with an employee who you had suspected was part of a coven. Currently, however, you imagined he was white knuckling the steering wheel of the parked Impala and trying his damndest not to knock the guy’s lights out as you hung out in the man’s trailer. Dean wasn’t thrilled with this plan, but you all knew this was the best way to get the information you needed.

“Well, I do work out,” the man chuckled, gesturing toward his dumbbells. “Plus, they let me practice hitting the bell after the park closes for the day, so I’ve gotten pretty good at it.” The big lug actually began flexing his muscles in an attempt to look even bigger. You tried not to laugh.

“Wow,” you feigned being impressed. “You’ll have to show me. What else do you practice after they close the park? The dunk tank?”

That got a big laugh, followed by a shake of his square head. “No, I just lift weights. Gotta stay fit, you know?”

“Sure,” you breathed, forcing a smile.

“I swear to God I will stuff a corn dog down his gullet if he says that one more time,” Dean muttered into your ear piece. “Just get him to talk more about his hobbies.”

“So what else do you like to do? You know, I have some weird hobbies. When I was little, I used to collect rabbit’s feet. I don’t know why, but I thought the more I had, the luckier I’d get.” You gave a lopsided smile, “but I guess that’s not really true.”

The man’s face became more serious. “You’d be surprised at the things people think are not true or old wives’ tales that actually hold some weight.”

You leaned in, “Oh yeah? Like what?”

“Shit, y/n, we’ve got company. Those idiots from the neighborhood witch club are here and I don’t want to tangle with them again. Get out of there. This guy’s definitely suspicious, but I don’t want you stuck in there alone with him when the cast of Charmed gets to his door.”

You fumed. You were so close to getting it out of him, and you weren’t leaving until you did.

“Well,” he began slowly. “Like...” he trailed off, and your eyes darted to the window. There was no sign of the witches yet. “Well, I have this one hobby. You’re going to think it’s crazy, but it’s really true!”

“Y/n, stop it. Get out of there.”

“No I won’t. Try me.”

“Well,” the man began began with a glint of pride in his eye, “I actually practice witchcraft.” BINGO! “Actually, there’s a few of us here that do.”

You pretended to be surprised, your mouth curled into a mischievous smile. “Really?” You breathed. “I had no idea that was a real thing. I’m so impressed, I bet you could do some real cool stuff,” you stroked his ego like there was no tomorrow - which there may not be if you didn’t hurry up. “Who else do to you practice with?”

In your ear, Dean was continuing to lose his God damned mind. “Y/n, listen to me: Get. The. Hell. Out.” Sam followed it up in the distance with a “chill, man. We’ve got time and she’s about to get us the response we need. Stop acting so jealous, you know she’s still coming home with you.”

The man gave you a sheepish grin. “I can’t tell you that, sweetheart. But I can tell you that my bed’s gettin pretty lonely without us in it. What do you say?”

“I say...” you trailed off, looking for a good exit. You weren’t going to get more out of him tonight, but you had gotten enough for now. Dean whispered “fucking pig” in your ear. You had realized, surprisingly, that Dean’s jealousy was turning you on. “Looks like you’ve got some company,” you said spotting the gang of witches walking towards the trailer. “How about we pick this up tomorrow?” You grabbed your purse while the man sat there, open mouthed. Opening the front door, you looked over your shoulder on the way out. “I’ll call you, what do you say?” you feed his words right back to him then gave a wink before bounding off into the night, Sam’s laughter echoing in your ears.

Throughout your car ride home and as you walked through the door to the bunker, Dean had still not relaxed. You and Sam talked about going back the next day, but Dean was not having it.

“All I’m saying, y/n, is that there are other ways we can do this! It’s just not safe for you, and honestly it’s hard to watch.”

Sam sighed and took the final swig of his beer. “Well,” he began, “I’m hitting the hay, let’s talk about this in the morning.”

Dean nodded and gave his little brother a hug. “Get some sleep, man. See you tomorrow.”

Following Sam’s exit, Dean focused his attention to you where you sat, stone faced but amused.

“You wanna talk about what happened?” You ask. Dean takes a swig of beer and shakes his head.

“Honestly, y/n, I think it’s actions I need more than talking.” 

You swilled the remaining sip of beer in your bottle. “Oh yeah?” 

“Yeah,” he started in your direction. “I mean, it was difficult watching you flirt with another guy, lead him on like that because I know how he feels. You know what he was picturing, right?” He perched on the edge of the table facing you, and ran the back of his fingers down your arm. “He was imagining you standing there in his room, completely naked, your exposed breasts looking amazing because they look so fantastic in that shirt, while your legs quiver and you start to get wet at just the thought of taking his hard cock into your mouth through those -” he rested his thumb on your bottom lip as his green eyes clouded over with lust,” soft, pillowy lips.”

“I wonder why you think he’d dream of that. Strange.”

Dean smirked. “Get your smart ass to my bed. Now.”

You sauntered down the hall, keenly aware of his eyes on your ass as you walked. “For the record, Winchester, it’s not the thought of your cock in my mouth that makes me wet.”

“No?”

“No. It’s the look on your face when you finally cum.”

“Fuck,” the older Winchester whispered under his breath as he pushed you down on to his bed. “You know exactly how to drive me wild, y/n.” Dean pulled his shirt over his head as he crawled on top of you, pinning you to the bed. “But don’t think that flattery is going to get you off the hook. You’ve been driving me wild for hours y/n, and you disobeyed my orders. I really need a release.”

The rippling of his abs as he crawled over you sent shivers down your spine. It would never stop being impressive for you that you had landed such a hot boyfriend. You reached up to run a finger down his stomach when he slapped your hand out of the way. “No. I’m in charge. You do what I say.”

You sighed, realizing what a turn on this was for both of you.

“Take your clothes off and turn over,” he barked, and you obeyed. Quickly you shimmied out of your skirt and unbuttoned your shirt before tossing both aside, quickly followed by your bra and panties.

In the dark room, you sat in the center of the bed, staring up at the older Winchester, your eyes begging him to devour you.

His voice came out with a monotonous chill. “Turn over. On all fours.” Again, you obey.

With your ass presented to Dean like a trophy, you held your breath and waited for him to make a move. 

Slowly, you felt a warm finger enter you, followed by a second. “You’re so wet, y/n. Is this what you were imagining when you were alone with that weirdo witch?”

Your voice escapes like a whisper “N-no.”

Dean’s fingers begin to move faster, pressing right on your g-spot. “Good. Because this doesn’t belong to anyone but me. You hear me?”

You respond with a soft moan, but that doesn’t satisfy Dean. Instead, he grabs a fistful of hair and yanks you back towards him, his fingers jamming father inside you. “I said, do you hear me?”

“Yes,” you replied. “P-please,” you beg.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me.”

Dean laughs softly into your ear. “If that’s what you came for, then baby, after everything you put me through today, you’re gonna get it!”

You hear Dean use the slick from your pussy to wet his hard cock. Because of his size, he likes to make sure you’re both good and ready. “I can’t even tell you,” he begins as he lines up the head of his cock with your pussy, “how hard-” with that he slams his hard cock into you to the hilt, forcing the air out of your lungs, “it was to hear you go through with that today.” Slowly he pulls back before slamming into you again. “All I could think about is doing exactly this. Bending you over on my bed in my house and fucking you until you can’t stand.”

All you could manage was a soft “unnh” after every thrust. The heat in your lower stomach was starting to build as Dean’s pace became faster and faster.

Suddenly, Dead reached down and once again grabbed a fist-full of your hair and you knew exactly the mood you had pushed him to. He was in the place where he gets what he wants and can’t take no for an answer, and right now, you were what he wanted.

With your hair pulled back sharply, the angle of Dean’s cock changed, and with it you were hurdled closer to orgasm. Dean’s thrust came at you harder and harder, the skin of his muscular thighs slapping audibly against your ass. Every so often, his hand would come down hard against your ass cheek, echoing throughout the room.

Behind you, Dean was growling the word “fuck” repeatedly, as he too was getting close to the edge.

Inside you, his cock was pounding at your soft, swollen flesh, pressing exactly the right buttons. You felt yourself begin to come apart at the seams, the only thing holding you up was Dean’s hand in your hair.

“Dean, don’t stop,” you begged. “Please, I’m gonna...”

“Yes, baby, do it. Give me what I want. Come on my cock. C’mon, baby,” he urged and continued to slam into you until you completely lost control.

Screaming, you let yourself go, orgasming on his huge cock and he continue to thrust into you. Your legs trembled and you panted heavily but Dean didn’t stop, wouldn’t stop, until he’d fully shown his dominance.

“ooh yeah, that felt good, baby, didn’t it?” he asked, slowing down slightly to let you catch your breath.

“Fuck yes,” you replied. “Now give it to me.”

Dean didn’t need you to say it twice. He leaned hard into you, forcing you onto your stomach. Dean leaned up on his elbows and continued to fuck you. The new angle and pace felt amazing causing you to throw your head back in ecstasy. 

“God you feel so fucking good,” Dean cooed, then followed it up shortly afterwards with a loud groan as he came, his muscles tensing from head to toe, then releasing as he collapsed on top of you.

“Fuck,” he whispered, “that was exactly what we needed.”

You smiled and nodded in agreement.

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The next day you were so sore you could barely make it to the table for coffee. Sam looked at you confused as you stumbled into the kitchen.

“You okay?” he asked, concerned.

“I’m fine, I think I tweaked something on a ride at the carnival,” you lied. It wasn’t until Sam left to shower and Dean entered the kitchen for coffee that you finally told the truth.

“Morning, y/n,” Dean smiled. “How you feelin’?”

“Actually,” you began, “a little rough.” You gave him a sheepish smile, but felt he had to know. “I think...I think we might have gone at it a little too hard last night. I’m like, really sore in my...you know, down there.”

Dean’s face immediately fell. “Shit, y/n, I’m so sorry.” He rushed over to you in an attempt to examine you before realizing this wasn’t anything he could actually ‘examine’ like the other injuries you’d sustained on hunts. “I had no idea I was that rough on you. You know I’d never want to hurt you,” he cupped your face in his hands. “I’m so sorry, I was just jealous and I guess I got a little carried away.”

You pressed your cheek into the palm of his hand and looked up at him. “It’s okay, we’ll just have to be more careful is all.”

“Absolutely.”

“And now I think tonight you should make it up to me.”

Dean nearly spit out his coffee as he looked up at you in shock. “Oh, hell yeah!”

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Leading Men Age, Leading Women Don’t | Vulture

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I’m so glad this info graphic is going around, because so many people don’t realize how ageism and misogyny play hand in hand and how the sexualization of young girls play into this.

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Sorry not sorry that this is not supernatural related, but it needs to be shared!

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Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: You and Sam are driving back from a salt and burn with a male ghost when his already deceased wife tries to exact her revenge for sending her husband to the other side and Sam dedicates himself to keeping you safe.

Word Count: 1,400

Warnings: Slight violence, but nothing more than what we’re used to on the show.

A/N: Submitted by a kind anon! Thank you!

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“Hey,” Sam panted into his burner phone. “...Yeah, we got him, it was a ghost like we thought. Get this, his wife buried his teeth in the front yard. In her flower garden...Yeah, disgusting, I know. They were in a box with a necklace that we snagged. We thought some next of kin may want it, or if not, might be worth something.” You heard Dean’s gruff voice but couldn’t make out what he was saying. Sam glanced over at you and winked. “Yeah, y/n’s with me, she did great,” he told his brother. ”She-” You didn’t even have to eaves drop to know what Dean was about to say next. “I know, man, not a scratch on her, don’t worry.” 

A smirk spread across your face as you fiddled with the necklace you had found, now proudly dangling from your neck. You knew he meant the car. It wasn’t that he didn’t care about you, of course he did, but Sam had always been the one to keep a close eye on your safety. As a result, through the years, your relationship had grown from a partnership to one with some chemistry.

“We’ll be back in 30. Yup, we’ll drive safe. Bye.” Sam hung up the phone and gave you a sly smile as he pressed the gas. He was careful about so many things, but when it came to his brother’s car, he loved to push the boundaries when he could.

“Sam...” you said, your tone a low warning.

“Fine,” he smiled, and eased off the gas. “By the way, I hope you know I really appreciate your help out there. You had my back the whole time, I really would have been in some hot water without you.”

You gave a small nod. “That’s what hunters do. What good is a partner if we don’t cover each other’s ass?” You gave him a slight jab with your elbow before adding “and a it’s pretty damn fine ass at that.”

Sam let out a short laugh, and you knew you had helped diffused some of the stress. One of your gifts had always been bringing Sam back to himself after a fight. Dean often got caught up in his own head after a hunt, leaving Sam to spiral, but you wanted to ground him.

“When we get back to the bunker,” Sam teased, “this fine ass has some plans for yo--SHIT!” 

You both looked up just in time to see a frightened middle-aged woman in a floor length nightgown staring at you, terrified, standing right in the middle of the road.

The breaks squealed, and you felt your body jolt to the right, then to the left then the rest of your memory is completely blank. The last thing you recall is the sound of metal twisting around a solid object.

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Sam squeezed his eyes shut and felt warm liquid trickle down the left side of his face. He took a deep breath and felt his surroundings. He was right-side-up, so that was good. Seatbelt was still on, though the left side of his chest stung as he tried to breath. Toes and fingers could all move. 

He was alive and that was enough.

Sam opened his eyes, and his heart seized as he turned to look at you. Your head hung limp to your chest, your forehead flecked with tiny cuts from the shattered windows. The purple crystal necklace you had found with the teeth lay on your check, glistening in the moonlight. 

The Impala had veered off the road and had been careening towards a tree when Sam yanked the steering wheel to the right, slamming into the giant Oak with its left side in an attempt to protect you from the impact. The back left door had been completely crumpled.

“Y/n,” he called. “Y/n, can you hear me?” Reaching over, he cupped your face in his large hands. Your skin was still warm, and your pulse was strong. “C’mon, y/n, open your eyes, look at me.”

You stirred softly before letting out a rattling cough. Sam let out the deep breath that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

“It’s okay, we’re going to be okay. Just hold on, alright?” He had already unbuckled and started hoisting himself slowly, painfully, through the now empty window frame. “Hold on!” 

Upon inspection, the passenger side didn’t look too bad, despite the broken glass. Your door opened easily, which was a relief for Sam. Leaning in, he ran his hands over your body, ensuring you were in one piece. 

“Looks like you’ve got some cuts and a nasty concussion, but you’re going to be okay.” Your eyes were rolling in your head but you nodded in understanding. Sam ran a protective hand over your hair. “Listen to me, I’m going to unbuckle you and see if--”

Sam froze as he watched his breath turn to a thick fog in front of him. In nearly 70 degree weather, there was only one reason this could be happening.

“I thought we got rid of you,” he growled into the darkness.

“It wasn’t me you were after,” came a female voice that sent chills down Sam’s spine. Slowly, he creeped towards the trunk of the car to gather his salt gun. The spirit slinked out from behind the trees, and Sam recognized her as the woman from the road. 

“You!” Sam was furious. “You did this to us! You did this to her,” he pointed in your direction. Hurrying he pulled a gun out of the trunk and slammed it shut, ready to protect you both.

The ghost was passive, nonchalant. With upturned hands, she glided forward. “And you sent my husband away without consulting me first. That was very rude.” 

“Tough,” Sam spat, aiming his gun in her direction.

"How would you like if I did that to her?” The spirit asked.

“I would never allow that,” Sam tensed, standing between you and the ghost. “Your husband was already dead. He needed to move on. Y/n’s still alive.”

The transparent woman let out a laugh that echoed through the trees, and seemingly surrounded the car before her eyes turned red and she screamed, “NOT FOR LONG!”

She shot forward, slamming into Sam before he was able to get a shot off. Sam collapsed next to the car.

“Y/N!” he called as he began to stand up, “The necklace!”

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Your head was ringing. Sam’s voice began to cut through the noise as you opened your eyes. The world was a blur but you were vaguely aware of the fight around you. 

The tall Winchester slowly got back to his feet as your vision came back into focus. His breath was heaving, and one of his legs was unable to bear weight, but that didn’t stop him from standing in the doorway of the car to guard you.

The ghost had vanished, but you both knew it was only a matter of minutes until she returned.

“Burn the necklace, y/n, that must be her connection to this world.”

You didn’t hesitate to rip the crystal from your neck and fish around your bag for a lighter and some salt. “Get away from the door, I have to burn this thing somewhere!”

You watched him hesitate to leave your side, but realizing time was of the essence, he took a tentative step away from the car. “Keep it close, I need to keep you safe.”

As the necklace hit the ground, the older woman reappeared in the headlights of the car. 

“DON’T TOUCH THAT!” She shrieked, her voice shrill and frightened. “THAT’S MINE!” 

A shot fired from Sam’s gun, and she vanished in a cloud of gray smoke. “Y/N! The lighter!” 

You dumped salt onto the crystal and lit your Zippo. 

Time seemed to freeze as you watched the lighter connect with the jewelry and go up in a ball of flame.

The angry spirit appeared one final time, this time at the rear of the car, screaming as the fire continued lapping at her, sending her to the next world with her husband.

After a few painful moments, the woods were silent again, the only sound was the two of you catching your breath. A few seconds of quiet passed before Sam scooped you into his arms, wincing at the pain that inflicted on him. 

“Thank God you’re okay,” he said, burying his face into your neck. You embraced him with the same fervor, relieved the two of you survived two ghost attacks and a bad car accident in the same night.

“I know,” you whispered, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. “We need a ride home, we ned to give Dean a call.”

Sam pulled away and groaned, remembering what had happened to Baby. “He’s going to be so pissed about this. I’d rather fight another ghost!”

You chuckled, sliding back into the passenger’s seat and scolded, “You shut your mouth, Sam Winchester!”

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Hi. Firstly I want to say that I love everything about your blog right down to the name. I wanted to request a sam x reader where one of them is teaching to other how to dance like ballroom or waltz (they're not together) and they end of kissing and confessing and maybe it ends up smutty. Thank you!

omg yess, I love. Thank you!!

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Please tag me in Sammy ones. Love your writing

You got it! Thank you!

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hey, i was wondering if you could do a dean imagine where he gets jealous of (y/n) flirting with a guy even though its for a case. so when they get home sam leaves and dean and the reader has sex but he's a bit too rough and she tells him that a few times but he doesn't realize because he's upset, until after and he apologizes and yeah. thanksssss! i love your writing btw

Coming up! I hope you enjoy. I’ll try and be careful about the roughness, I worry too much would cross the line into non-con which I generally stay away from. But yes! Can’t wait to write this one, I love a healthy dose of Winchester protectiveness/jealousy :)

[samslittlespoon]

Can u do one where Samxreader r in a car accident and Sam does everything he can to get her safe and succeeds? If he is safe or not is totally up to u

Ooh I like. Will add this one to the to-do list. Thank you!

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Do you have a masterlist to click on so I can read all your stories all in one? Also great stories

I don’t currently, but that is my next step! I felt like I didn’t have a enough stories to justify one, but I think I’m reaching a point where a masterlist could be helpful. Also, thank you for the compliment! :) 

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I’ve taken such a major hiatus. Thank you to the kind messages that came in, they’ve inspired me to get back into writing! I really hope I haven’t let anyone down.

[kittenofdoomage]

WILD - Ch. One

Summary: J2 meets Tarzan with an A/B/O twist. Jensen is a conservationist in West Africa and when his friend is injured, he has to call his oldest friend for help.

Pairing: Omega!reader x Alpha!Jared

Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega and all the smutty glorious kinks that come with it. Angst, drama, fluff and the occasional bit of gore. Jared in a loin cloth.

Written as a commission for @oriona75 and fully encouraged by @winchesterprincessbride.

Beta’d by @winchesterprincessbride

Aesthetic by me

*****

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