When was the last time I wrote a thing? Too long ago probably. This is a warm up, because I haven’t written fiction in a long time, but after this I hope to start adding on to “I Knew It Was a Bad Idea.” Another thing, I’m going to be moving my fandom love mostly over to my main blog, @pinkcastwriter, but I’ll still be posting (or reblogging) all my Supernatural Sam-centric fics here. My <a href=“sam-fiction.tumblr.com/Explanations”>Explanations</a> page has more info.
Pairing: Pre-Sam/Reader (Reader does not have a gender explicitly assigned to them, but has some feminine traits)
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Word count: ~1,100
Summary: You and Sam meet at a coffee shop while he’s working a case. It’s as cliche as it sounds and I’m not ashamed.
You’re sitting in a coffee shop near campus writing your thesis paper. Your hair is pulled away from your face with a floral printed bandana and you’re the picture of focus as you work. Well, you are to anyone to knows you. Your body is moving without you even realizing it as you listen to your music, writing your ideas in lulls in the tracks, and between chorus lines. Your writing moves you just as much as the melody and you don’t know it but you’ve caught the eye of one Sam Winchester. You pull your hands away from the keyboard to dance to a chorus and Sam is simultaneously amused and enthralled. Dean follows Sam’s gaze and then looks back at his brother, raising an eyebrow.
“That doesn’t look like your normal type.” Dean said, pointing out how zoned out you obviously were. You were stopping more often than you were typing, so lost in your music that it was more important than how you looked to the rest of the people in the shop.
“I- Shut up.” Sam said, turning back to his menu as a waiter came up to their table to take their orders. He talked to Dean about the case for a few minutes, but before he knew it you were distracting him again, your dancing drawing his eyes.
You took a drink of tea during an instrumental and he laughed at the mug you were drinking out of, obviously your own, that said, “Adulting is hard.”
You looked up at the sound and your posture stiffened at the way that he was looking at you, misinterpreting his amusement for something more malicious. You turned back to your computer and started writing again, but this time without the dancing and the freedom of movement you’d allowed yourself before. You still had another thirty minutes of writing time to get through, so you couldn’t exactly leave. You weren’t going to break your routine for some asshole who was just rolling through town. The locals that frequented this coffee shop had all been pretty good about ignoring your strange way of writing, and while you were sure some of them looked at your funny behind your back you never stopped, because it was a part of your process.
“Yeah, you’re smooth,” Dean shook his head and took a deep drink from his coffee. Sam glared at Dean and then looked back at you where you were pointedly not looking his direction, your natural movements from before looking almost stilted. He felt really bad for making you uncomfortable, and Dean wasn’t making it any better, so he decided to kill two birds with one stone and go apologize to you.
Meanwhile, you took another sip of your tea and let yourself settle back into the music, forcing yourself to lean back against the chair of your favorite table in the corner, facing the room where the people watching was the best. You forced out a couple hundred words before someone’s shadow loomed over you. You looked up at the same guy who had been laughing at you and you finished writing your sentence before taking your headphones off and raising an eyebrow at the frankly unfairly attractive man in front of you.
“Can I help you?” You felt distinctly like a cornered animal with him blocking your exit, easily able to stop you before you got all the way around the table.
“Um, yeah, I mean, I- Is this seat taken?” He asked. You looked at the seat that he was pointing at, directly in front of you where all your books and research were spread out. You couldn’t say yes, because you were a terrible liar, but saying no would be an open invitation, and you really didn’t want him to sit with you.
“There’s not that much space,” You said, instead of directly saying no, and he must have taken it as a yes, because he sat down in front of you.
“I don’t need much space. I just, I wanted to apologize, and I didn’t think talking down at you was the best way to do it.”
You leaned away from him unconsciously as he leaned forward. “Apology accepted.” You kind of just wanted him to go away.
“I didn’t apologize yet.” He said, and now he was kind of smiling, which put you on edge again, making you put your arms out on either side of your computer, gripping it like you could pick it up and run at a moment’s notice.
“You expressed intent, that’s good enough.” You kept glancing between him and the door, mentally trying to calculate the best way to get out.
“I just- I wasn’t laughing at you, earlier. I was laughing at your mug.” He pointed to the white porcelein in question and you looked down at it, not understanding what he meant for a second until you remembered you hadn’t grabbed your plain white mug on the way out this morning, because you still hadn’t washed out the coffee stains of your last all nighter. “I agree,” he said, offering an apologetic smile, and you untensed yourself slightly at that.
“Yeah,” you laughed, a little less uncomfortable, but still wary. “I left me usual one at home,” you said, like you owed him some sort of explanation. “Usually I don’t bring mugs that invite discourse when I’m trying to write my thesis paper.”
“Oh,” he said, obviously not knowing what to say to that. “Well, I guess I’ll let you get back to that.” He said, and you nodded, glancing back at your screen. You bit your lip as you watched him starting to get up, looking back at the timer in the corner of your screen. You decided to shoot and hope you didn’t hit yourself.
“I’ll be done in about twenty minutes, if you’d like to discourse.” You twiddled the fingers on your left hand and looked away when he looked back at you. “It doesn’t have to be about the mug.” You looked back up at him through your eyelashes, head still turned away but eyes unwilling to miss his reaction. He smiled and you couldn’t tell quite what color his eyes were, but they were really nice.
“Yeah, I’d like that. I’ll let you get back to it then.” He said, finally standing all the way up. Movement caught your eyes as he went back to his table and it was the guy he was sitting with giving him a thumbs up. You smiled to yourself and put your headphones back on, knowing that you probably weren’t going to get any more writing done, so you pulled up the window with your source tabs and started formatting them into proper citations, figuring you could at least get that done. You were three citations in when you realized you didn’t even know his name.
so rn I’m standing at the corner of the metro theatre in Sydney and state champs just walked past and do you want to know what I did? I did absolutely nothing no photo no chat just nothing
what i like about Sam is that he is soooo awkward. Maybe that's why I like him so much. I feel like a freak half of the time.. and then I watch Supernatural and I finally have a character to relate to. I'm awkward. He's awkward. He has cute little faces that he does...
How about Gabe giving sextips to Cas for Dean, while Dean is giving Sam sex tips for Gabe- and both Cas and Sam are super uncomfortable.
Supernatural
Destiel and Sabriel exchanging sex tips
“You ever rim?”
“No, Dean I—“
“You don’t?!” Dean looked over at Gabriel for an answer, which was very effectively met with a sad, pouty shaking of the head. “Jesus Christ, Sammy. Get with the program!”
“It’s just a little…a little…” Sam, blushing hard, looked at the seat next to him, occupied by Gabe, then across to Dean. He avoided eye contact. “Hard to do, I guess.”
“But it’s fucking easy,” Dean continued.
“Guess he licks you up all the time, eh, bro?” Gabe asked Cas, who was across from him and next to Dean. Cas blinked.
“He does,” the dark haired angel muttered shyly. Under the table, he took Dean’s hand for safety. “If that is so important for you to know.”
Dean laughed. “You don’t have to be so modest, Cas. You practically beg me to tongue fuck you.”
Cas turned bright red and Sam got a little green.
“R-really?” Sam asked, narrowed his eyes in disgust. Gabe chuckled a little and bounced in his seat. He looked at Sam, but the younger Winchester didn’t dare meet the gaze. Dean licked his lips at Cas.
“He loves it, don’t you?”
“I am rather fond of the action…yes…”
Gabe sighed loudly. “See, Sam? It’s easy for Dean to do it.”
“I don’t wanna think about that!!” Sam griped.
“You don’t have ta’ thinkabout them; think about us.”
Dean looked at his brother again and threw another painful question. “You like to pound him into the bed, or have him ride you?”
Sam cleared his throat very, very loud as he blushed harder. “Does it matter?!” he squawked at his brother.
“No, but I’m just trying to help you out,” said Dean.
“I don’t need help.”
“Bullshit,” Dean grunted. “I haven’t heard you guys fuck since a couple weeks, now. Don’t tell me you don’t need help.”
Gabriel had to agree with Dean’s statement. He nodded profusely and tried to get Sam’s attention again. “You are being kind of a bitter bitch.”
“I’m not! How can you say that?” Sam protested.
Mocking Dean, Gabe said “We haven’t fucked since a couple weeks, now.”
“We’ve been busy, you know that,” was Sam’s quick excuse. He drummed his fingers on the table impatiently and as a small distraction. “And besides, it’s not like you two have been ‘rabbits’ as usual.”
Cas made a tiny beep and looked down, toying with Dean’s hand more. Dean frowned at Sam. “What do you mean?”
“We used to hear…um…a lot of noise from your room,” as Sam spoke, he grimaced. “But we don’t so much anymore.”
“Yeah, yeah, he’s right,” Gabe added. “Y’all went from POWPOWPOWPOW to pow pow…pop…ugh…what’s up with that? Cassy-Cassy, are you being a bad wifey-wifey?”
“I don’t understand what you mean by that,” Cas said stiffly. He looked at Gabe and swallowed hard.
“You know, letting Deano have his way and giving him what he wants? You’re good about that, right?” Dean raised his eyebrows and wet his lips, pulling Gabe’s attention. “Or…?”
“I have been tired lately,” Cas interrupted before Dean could say anything.
“How tired can you be, bro!? You’re an angel for crying out loud. Sheesh. Sam and I can go for hours if we wanna.”
Sam shook his head and Dean laughed, but Cas continued to look serious. “Dean has…Dean has…ah…Dean has peculiar tastes.”
“Oh?!” Gabe asked, growing extremely interested all of the sudden. Dean shrugged, smirking. “Like what?!”
“I see no reason to discuss this any further.”
“Hey, c’mon, you can tell ol’ Gabe. I can help ya out! Give some pointers.”
Cas flushed red hot. His palms grew sweaty.
“So, what?” Gabe continued to insist. “Does he fist you?”
Cas shook his head. “Goodness…”
“Deepthroat?”
“S-sometimes.”
Dean grinned and nodded, all the while Sam rolled his eyes but was thankful they weren’t talking about his own sex life. Still, the idea of Dean and Cas fucking made him nauseous. But Gabe didn’t give up.
“What is it? What makes you so tired? Does he spank you? Tie you up? Does he—-ooooooh!” Gabe’s eyes grew wide as did his grin. A little pink colored his cheeks. Cas closed his eyes. “He plays with your wings.”
“That’s a thing!?” Sam had to throw in there. He sat up straight and stared at Gabe, then to Dean.
“Fuck yeah,” Dean said. “You didn’t know, Sammy?”
“I can’t believe I’m saying this but no, Dean. How do you—ugh—do it?”
“He has to reveal them to you, but I don’t think Gabe would mind.” Gabe shook his head, smiling. “Then you just…rub them, stroke them, nip them…hell, I even jerk off into them. They feel so good, right Cas?” Cas didn’t answer. “He’s just being shy. But it’s amazing. Just let your fingers run between the feathers…grasp at them…kiss them….tug at them…ugh…it’s great…so great…” Dean had to shift a little and pull at the dramatically shrinking space in his crotch. Cas moaned softly. He rolled his shoulders.
Then Gabe wiggled in his seat, feeling some of the lust radiating between Dean and Cas. “You need to play with my wings, Sammich!”
Blushing hotly, Sam inhaled and took Gabe’s arms. “I didn’t know, honestly. You should have said something.”
“You never asked!”
“Hey, hey, you two,” Dean interrupted. He stood up, taking Cas with him and began to walk away from the table. “There’s plenty of time to figure it out. Just be glad you got a brother that can teach you these things.”
Reluctantly, Sam gave Dean one of the most awkward thank yous of their entire lives together. Gabe pawed at his chest. “Play with my wiiiiings…”
“Okay, okay,” said Sam. Dean and Cas were backing away, heading to their room.
“That was uncomfortable,” said Cas. He squeezed Dean’s hand and held it close to his side.
“Why?”
“I don’t like discussing such private matters with our siblings.”
“But it’s helpful.”
“I suppose.”
“C’mon. It’s nothing weird like that. Good to be honest and open, huh?”
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(muchos liebe probably doesn't mean anything but you get the point)
So a few weeks ago a friend and I were talking about Miley Cyrus' new music video and things happened and somehow I wrote a short fanfic about Dean twerking in the kitchen and Cas coming in and slapping his butt while Sam uncomfortably watches and soon exits the room
