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RESEARCH AND KISS 𝜗ৎ SAM WINCHESTER
𝓟airing : sam winchester x karen smith! reader
𝓢ummary : you and sam take care of the research for the case.
𝒞w : kiss, dean teasing a bit (obviously).
The motel room had been unusually quiet for almost an hour.
Dean had disappeared to “question witnesses”, which Sam was almost certain mean finding the nearest diner and had left the research to the two people he trusted most not to accidentally set anything on fire.
Books were scattered across the small table, along with newspaper clippings, handwritten notes, and half-finished cups of coffee.
You sat cross-legged on one of the beds, carefully flipping through an old local history book. Every now and then you would tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear before writing something down in neat handwriting.
“I think I found something,” you said softly making Sam looked up from his laptop.
“You did ?”
You nodded, turning the book so he could see. “There were disappearances here in the 1940s too. They stopped for years … then started again last month.”
Sam crossed the room and sat beside you, shoulders brushing as he leaned over the pages, ”that’s actually really helpful.”
Your smile was small but bright, “I wasn’t sure.”
“You should’ve been.” He pointed to one of the articles, “this matches the pattern we’ve been seeing.”
You looked genuinely pleased, “oh…that’s good.”
Sam couldn’t help smiling back.
Working with you was … easy.
There was never any competition over who found the clue first, never any need to prove yourself. You listened when he explained old lore, noticed details others overlooked, and somehow made hours of dusty research feel … peaceful.
After a few more minutes, you tilted the book toward him again, “I like old handwriting.”
He blinked. “What ?”
“It feels personal.” Your fingertips traced the faded ink without touching it, “someone sat down and wrote this, hoping another person would read it one day.”
Sam looked at you for a moment instead of the page, “…I’ve never thought about it like that.”
You shrugged with a soft laugh, “I think about little things a lot.”
“I’ve noticed.”
There wasn’t any teasing in his voice.
Only affection.
You looked over at him, catching the softness in his expression, and for a second neither of you spoke.
The room suddenly felt much smaller.
“You’ve been smiling at me all day,” you said quietly.
Sam rubbed the back of his neck, caught, “have I ?”
“A little.”
“Sorry.”
Your brows lifted, “why are you apologizing ?”
“I don’t know.”
That made you laugh, “you don’t have to.”
He laughed too, shaking his head, “you kinda make me nervous.”
“I do ?”
“Yeah.”
You looked honestly surprised, “I thought I was calming.”
“You are.” He smiled, “that’s the problem.”
You didn’t understand and he could see it in the little tilt of your head, so he took a slow breath, “when you first started hunting with us …” he admitted, “I thought you were just … really nice.”
“I hope that’s still true.”
“It is.” His smile widened, “but then I realized you make every place feel a little less heavy.”
You stayed quiet, listening.
“You remember people’s favorite foods. You stop to pet every dog we pass. You somehow get witnesses to trust you in five minutes.”
“I just listen.”
“I know.” He met your eyes, “and when this life gets … dark …” His voice softened, “… you’re kind of the reason it doesn’t stay that way.”
You felt your cheeks becoming warm. Nobody had ever described you like that before, “I didn’t know you noticed.”
“I notice a lot.”
For a long moment, you simply looked at each other. Neither of you seemed interested in the books anymore.
You smiled first, “I’m glad it’s you who is doing the research with me.”
Sam laughed quietly, “I was hoping you’d say that.” He reached up almost absentmindedly, brushing a loose strand of hair away from your face.
His hand lingered for just a second. Long enough for you to lean ever so slightly into the touch, his heart skipped.
He cupped your cheek gently before leaning in, giving you plenty of time to pull away if you wanted.
You didn’t.
Your kiss was slow and tentative, more smiles than perfection, both of you laughing quietly when your noses bumped for a second before finding the right angle.
It was sweet.
Comfortable.
Like you had somehow been heading toward this moment for much longer than either of you had realized.
When you finally pulled apart, you stayed close enough that your foreheads almost touched.
“Hi,” Sam murmured with a grin.
You giggled, “hi.”
Before Sam could added something, the motel room door swung open. Dean walked in carrying a paper bag that smelled unmistakably like burgers.
He stopped dead in his tracks.
Looked at Sam.
Looked at you.
And looked back at Sam.
“…Well.”
Neither of you moved.
Dean slowly set the bag on the table, “I only leave you two alone for one hour.”
Sam sighed, “Dean…”
“No, no, don’t let me interrupt.” Dean held up both hands dramatically, “please. Continue the Hallmark movie.”
You hid your face against Sam’s shoulder, trying, and failing, not to laugh while Sam’s ears turned bright red.
“It wasn’t -”
“Oh, it absolutely was.”
Dean pointed toward the history book, “I knew nobody reads local archives looking at each other like that.”
“We were researching.”
“Mhm.”
“We found what we were looking for.”
“And not only that, apparently.”
“Dean.”
Dean grinned from ear to ear and Sam sighed, covering his face, “I’m never hearing the end of this.”
“Nope.”
Sam glanced at you, who was smiling so brightly it made the cramped motel room feel lighter than it had all day.
He just smiled back.
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This is soooo cute omgg!! I loved ittt
I admit that my most watched akotsk episode is the third one and I can watch it everyday. It came to the point where my mother just lets out a big sigh when she sees it on tv and opens her book
me vs my insomnia
hot take: I don’t think Gwayne is gay, I feel like ormund is just bitching with him cause Gwayne displays ‘feminine qualities’, like being soft and shit rather than being a toxic masculine who says shitty things about women cause it’s medieval world. Any display of kindness or softness especially towards women is seen as feminine and womanly. Idk, that just my opinion or ormund is gay and he is jealous of Gwayne for being able to express it. also I thought ormund was talking to Daeron about the wall hole cause the camera pans to Daeron as he fixes his posture.
Edit: ya’ll do realize that Gwayne is a knight that has fought in many tourney and interacted(non-sexually) with other knights in those tourney. Like we have seen in AKOTSK on how tournaments go about. Obviously he is going to remember what the Baratheon knight looks like cause he probably fought or they just had a few chats here and there or saw him going against someone else. Maybe they were doing something sexual but we shouldn’t just jump to that conclusion.
-You are small for a squire. A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms | "The Squire"
Oscar Tully: "Criston Cole, traitor, usurper, defiler of justice, come fourth to hear your faith"
Criston Cole: "If I strike my banners will you spare my men's lives"
Oscar Tully: "I promised the dead to build a Sept out of traitors' bones. I don't have enough bones yet"
THAT’S OSCAR FUCKING TULLY FOR YOU
I’m getting annoyed asf when people go left and right saying Ormund threw up because he is cowardly and ‘squeamish’ or whatever. My dear brother in CHRIST, what in Alicent’s line ‘he has to sensitivity to odors, a very strong one’ do you not understand??? Look me straight in the eye and tell me you didn’t gag at least once in your life when smelling something hideous.
alright man
Would tt!Aerion try to baby trap LS?
he couldn't even if he wanted to, i'm afraid stark!reader is just that girl 😭
you’re on birth control before you ever touch him, not because you’re planning on fucking him in the back of his truck but because you’re a stark and starks plan for everything. you don't get to be barthogan stark's heir by being careless with your body. you got it handled. aerion never even had a chance.
but did young, stupid, eighteen-year-old aerion who still thought this was just fucking, just getting off, just scratching an itch he couldn't reach with anyone else, once say something completely deranged mid-stroke?
of course!
deep inside you, your legs around his waist, your back against the wall of his trailer, both of you barely undressed because it was one of those nights where the fight turned into a fuck so fast neither of you bothered with clothes. and he's close, and his mouth is running the way it does when his brain disconnects from his impulse control, and he leans in and says against your ear: “maybe i should knock you up, princess. see what daddy says about trailer trash filling up his perfect little girl.”
and you slapped him so hard his ears rang.
full palm. his head snapped sideways and nearly spun around. his cheek went red and his vision blurred for a second and he was still inside you when his first, hot, immediate, crystal-clear thought landed like a thunderbolt:
gonna marry her. fuck anybody else. this one. forever.
and then you grabbed him by the jaw, nails digging into the red mark your hand left, and dragged his face back to yours, and snarled, “say that again and i'll break your teeth” and his second thought was yeah, her, absolutely her, no one else on this fucking planet and then you fucked like animals until you were both covered in bruises and bite marks and he couldn't walk straight and neither could you and he never said it again!
Oh dayum—
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