Chance
Nerd!Sam Colab With @supernaturally-potter
@spnfanficpond Brooklyn’s A/N: This was so much fun to write! We are working on part two, everyone if you aren’t already, go follow @supernaturally-potter She is not only a super talented writer, but a wonderful person. She’s helped me with so much and she has become a close friend. Not a day goes by that we don’t talk. :)
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Warnings: Character Injury, Death of loved ones,
Italics are Flashbacks
Word Count 2,621
“Hey… Is this seat taken?” You asked softly. It was your fault you were late, day one and you were already sleeping through your alarm… and the only seat available was in the second row. At least the Professor hadn’t yet emerged from his office.
“Oh um… Yeah!” The brown-haired man said, “I mean no- No! It’s not taken… Yeah you can sit there. Um…” He trailed off as you giggled before setting your bag down on the shared desk and sitting down.
“I’m Y/N, and I’m socially awkward too.” You smiled as you reached out to shake his hand.
“Sam.” he said as he shook your hand. “I’m not good at this…”
“At what? Creative Writing? English Lit?”
“Social interaction–”
“Hello Class, my name is Professor Williamson” The professor had chosen this exact moment to enter the room and announce that the seats you had chosen would become your permanent seats. The class had passed by uneventfully and when it was time to leave you slipped on your headphones and pressed shuffle. You hummed along as you walked back to your dorm room to do the assigned reading. But it had been so beautiful outside that you couldn’t bear to lock yourself indoors, so you sat under the beautiful willow tree that grew by the pond and began to read.
Not much time passed by before a quiet voice said,
“Um… excuse me, Y/N right?” You smiled and removed your headphones, as you looked up at him your eyes widened. You hadn’t realized how tall he was. “Um… is it okay if I sit here? I usually do, this is kinda ‘my tree’ but I don’t want to just plop down next to you…”
“Of course Sam! I’m just reading, it’s no big deal. Have a seat,” You stopped him as he began to sit down, your Y/E/C eyes meeting his multicolored hazel eyes, “on one condition. This isn’t your tree. This is our tree.”
Later That School Year…
I had gotten to class early, flipping through the pages of our class reading book, trying to squeeze in a few extra chapters before the Professor came in. Generally I enjoyed reading, choosing books over the television plenty of times, but I just wasn’t wrapping my head around this one in particular; the story was slow… Agonizingly slow. I sighed audibly, shutting the cover on the book just as the other students began filing into the room; my mood picking up slightly when I saw the familiar long brown locks making their way over towards me. My smile slipped off my face however when I saw the frown on his lips, his hair unusually messy - as though he had been running his fingers through it in frustration. “Hey” I whispered, “You okay?” “Oh…uh yeah…just…my brother” he mumbled back, his forced smile turning into more of a grimace. “Did you want to talk about it?” “Um no it’s fine…I mean I’m fine…I mean” He paused as he took his glasses off to rub his eyes, “Really I’m fine, it was nothing” I was about to try and get more out of him when Professor Williamson walked into the room, heading straight over to the blackboard to write down the classes session for today; everyone went silent as he began to talk. “Now, as I am sure you are all at least three quarters of the way through our book you will have enough information to complete the assignment I am about to hand out.”
My eyes widened slightly as his words, the lump in my throat growing bigger as I stared down at my desk, down at the book I was going to have to do an assignment on even though I was only twenty pages in…this could not be happening; the idea of failing this class left a bitter taste on the back of my throat, a thin line of tears shining against my waterline.
“This assignment will be worth sixty percent of your final grade; I will be giving you the rest of this lesson to prep” “Y/N you…you okay?” I looked up at Sam’s face, shaking my head slowly. Sixty percent? I couldn’t think of anyway that I was going to get this done, my heart beginning to rapidly beat against my ribcage. “Want to come to the library with me?” I whispered pitifully.
The two of us walked to the library, Professor Williamson allowed us to leave and use our time how we wanted. I walked silently beside Sam trying to control my breathing. I had two days to finish this 25-page paper. I have only read the first three chapters and this book had 37. I am screwed. The two of you arrived at the library and you immediately found an empty table and sat down, beginning to read.
“Y/N?” Sam said, taking my arm causing me to look up. “Did you hear anything I just said?” “Uh… no Sam, I’m sorry, I just can’t breathe, I was totally in panic mode. I’m listening now.” I said, squaring my shoulders to face him, trying to hide my waves of panic as they crashed through me.
“Y/N, Breathe.” Sam started, a small smile crept through his features as I took a deep breath and looked up at him with wide eyes. “I’ve read the entire book already, and taken notes, swap me copies, you can skim the book and use my post-it notes instead.” The tension in my shoulders immediately and visibly lessened, and Sam seemed to notice. “Here, we can go to my dorm right now and order some takeout. You can read while I rub your shoulders.”
“Sam, you are my knight in dorky glasses.” I smiled weakly and threw my arms around his neck, “Thank you…”
Sam’s POV:
I couldn’t help but fall in love with her more and more as I sat on the couch behind her. She was cross-legged on the floor on front of me, so focused on the reading. She was smart and she would ace the project. She always did. She had tied her hair up in a bun, but little pieces of hair fell out and framed her face and oh my god it looked like she had just woken up. I rubbed her neck and shoulders and she rested her head on my knee. I didn’t realize she had fallen asleep until the doorbell rang telling us that the food was here and she didn’t leap up and run for the door like she always did. I gently woke her up and answered the door, paying for the food and setting it on the coffee table. We ate in comfortable silence and when we finished we sat on the couch, me typing away on my laptop and Y/N reading with her head on my shoulder.
By ten o’clock she was falling asleep again. I hated waking her up, she looked so peaceful. But she would never forgive me if I let her sleep all night without washing her face. She always had to wash her face before she went to bed.
“Y/N…Y/N wake up. You need to go shower and sleep in your own bed.” I said, gently shaking her to wake her up. “You smell.” I added laughing softly.
“Saaaammmmmm nnnnoooooo” She groaned. “I’ll just sleep here…”
“Y/N you need to wash your face, and I won’t be able to sleep because you’ll keep me up with your sleep-talking.”
“Fiiinnnneeeee” She finally agreed, gathering her stuff from around the room.
“Can I walk you home?” I asked, still a bit shy even though I knew she would’ve asked me to if I didn’t offer. Dean had wanted me to get back into hunting with him, he said there might be a job in the area. I couldn’t leave this, leave Y/N… I cared too much about her.
“It’s not a ‘Can I’ question, it’s more of a ‘you have to’ statement.” Y/N shot back, smiling.
We walked in silence for a bit as I rehearsed what I was going to say. Tonight was the night. I was going to ask her out on a real date. Not hang out, a real actual date. Just as I was opening my mouth to speak a familiar, gruff voice called my name and I saw Dean running toward Y/N and me.
I watched slightly irritated as he closed the distance between us, I couldn’t believe that he was here after our phone call earlier. I didn’t want to go back to work and he knew that; I was about to speak up when he cut across me. “Sammy man I told you I needed your help earlier, this isn’t an optional thing” “I’m out Dean, I won’t go back” “Sam?” I turned back to where Y/N was standing, her eyes concerned, “If you need to go I can walk myself the rest of the way…it sounds important” “No no Y/N it’s fine really, It isn’t that important, I’m sure Dean can handle it himself” I turned back to my Brother who had his eyebrows cocked, his arms raised out either side of his body. “The hell man?” He grumbled, “I wouldn’t of called if it wasn’t important! look the job isn’t far from here…work it with me and I’ll leave you alone” “Fine” I relented, “I’m walking Y/N home first though so I’ll just meet you there” Dean fished a folded up piece of paper out of his jeans pocket, squinting slightly as he read of the address; however when I heard it I froze, looking at Y/N to see if she had heard. “But…but that’s my address…” She said quietly, her eyes wide and afraid as she looked at me.
Reader POV:
I looked at Sam with wide eyes, my heart hammering against the inside of my ribcage, my hands shaking slightly by my side.
I didn’t even know Sam’s brother but I could tell by his face expression that the situation wasn’t good; the silence stretching between them only serving to freak me out more. I turned on my heel quickly, ignoring Sam as he called out my name; all I couldn’t think about was getting home now, making sure that everything was okay, that everyone was safe.
“Y/N wait!” I stopped when Sam grabbed my arm, holding me in place, his wide hazel eyes full of concern. “We’re coming with you okay? It might not be safe”
“What does that even mean Sam?” I asked quietly.
“Can we save this conversation for another time ?” Dean cut in impatiently, stalking past the both of us.
Sam squeezed my shoulder sympathetically, walking off just behind his brother.
It was another ten minutes of silent walking before we reached my house, the tension hanging in a thick cloud above us.
I looked at the front porch, not noticing anything that looked out of place, the only thing odd was that all the lights were off except for the kitchen.
I went to move but Dean’s arm shot out in front of me, causing me to stumble back against Sam; Dean raised a finger to his lips, reaching under his jacket and pulling out a silver hand gun.
“What the hell is that for?” I hissed quietly, the fear now extremely real.
However neither of them answered me.
I rested my hand onto Sam’s shoulder, desperate for him to look at me and say that everything was okay, there was no reason for me to worry; however he never did. Sam looked at his brother quickly, their silent conversations starting to irritate me. “Y/N I want you to stay out here okay?” Sam stated, “Do not go into the house, no matter what you hear” I stood back a few feet, nodding my head simply, watching the ground under my feet; my mind was filling quickly with worse case scenarios, the lump in my throat growing bigger, the thought of Sam in trouble causing me to chew on my bottom lip anxiously. I stood still and listened for ten minutes before I heard it, the grunt of pain, something shattering. Without a second thought on what Sam had said I flew up the porch stairs, bursting in through the front door; my breath leaving my lungs and I saw the scene in front of me. Sam was up against the wall, my Father’s hands around his neck, his long legs kicking widely as he tried to pry them off his skin; however as soon as my noisy entrance was heard they both turned. “Well well well” Dad chanted, a maniacal laugh leaving his mouth, “Darling look who it is” “We were wondering when you were going to get here Y/N” I turned at the sound of Mum’s voice, my eyes widening as I took in the blood covering the front of her dress, the large kitchen knife in one hand. Tears welled along my waterline as I struggled to make sense of what was happening, these people couldn’t be my parents, couldn’t be the people I had looked up to and cherished my whole life.
“Y/N leave!” Sam gasped loudly, “Get out right now” “I don’t think I asked for your opinion Winchester” Dad spat, slamming Sam back into the wall before throwing him into the china cabinet; porcelain and glass broke around him, raining down over his body as it slumped to the floor. “SAM!” I cried, the tears flowing freely now.
I ran toward Sam but was thrown back by my… he wasn’t my father anymore.
“Dad- Dad this isn’t you! Please! I don’t know what’s going on–” I was suddenly unable to speak, or even breathe as my Mother’s hands clasped around my throat. My fingers wrapped around her wrists, trying to pull her off me but she was to strong, her hands only tightening. Black spots swam in front of my vision just as I noticed Dean crawling across the floor towards us, blood spilling down his cheek from a cut above his eyebrow.
He began chanting in latin, and my Father screamed and threw himself at Dean, slamming his head against the floor effectively knocking him out. I was quickly losing my battle to stay conscious. As I felt myself fade, slip deeper and deeper into this dark dreamland, I heard Sam speaking in latin, my parents threw their heads back and screamed as black smoke billowed out of their mouths. It was all too much, and I was out before I hit the floor.
Third Person POV:
“Dean! Y/N!” Sam yelled, as Dean’s eyes slowly opened.
“W-what happened Sammy?” Dean groaned, Standing up. “Any survivors? Is your friend okay?”
“Go look for survivors. I’m going to take Y/N to the car. We need to leave, the cops’ll be here soon.” He said rushing to her side and scooping her up. As he got her to the car and laid her in the backseat, Dean ran out of the house and to the car, starting the engine and driving off as the sound of sirens grew louder. Dean drove as quickly as he could to the bunker, breaking several laws in the process; paying no attention to the fact he was driving at least ten over the limit. Sam and Y/N were in the backseat, her head in his lap, her breathing shallow. When they got to the bunker Sam carried Y/N in and laid her on his bed.
Hours passed and eventually her eyes opened, only to be immediately filled with tears.