#domestic!sam

[sofreddie]

I'll Make It Better (Domestic Drabble)

Summary: Sam committed a terrible sin.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester

Warnings: Domestic Angst and Nonsense

WC: 349

A/N: Another little domestic drabble. : )

Domestic Drabbles

“Sam, did you use my skillet?” Dean asked as he stood in the kitchen. 

He was preparing to make dinner, his chef’s apron tied neatly around his waist. Sam looked up from the table to see Dean holding the cast iron skillet in question. 

“Yeah, but I washed it, I promise,” Sam shook his head, annoyed at his brother’s constant bickering over little things in their home.

“You washed it?” Dean growled out through clenched teeth, his eyes squeezed shut in frustration.

Sam jumped at the loud sound the skillet made as it was roughly slammed onto the stainless steel countertop.

“What’s your problem?” Sam stood, defensive over what he felt was his brother being overdramatic.

“My problem,” Dean explained, leaning his hands against the countertop as if holding himself back, “Is that you don’t wash a cast-iron skillet.” Dean pinched the bridge of his nose, “You don’t use soap on it. Now I have to grease and season it all over again! It’s gonna put dinner back at least an hour!”

“Okay, well, don’t you think you’re being a little dramatic, Dean? It’s just a skillet.”

“Get out,” Dean huffed, and Sam questioned the outburst. “Out! Out of my kitchen, Sam.”

“Your kitchen?” Sam tried to counter, though he was still being successfully bullied from said room.

Dean waved his arms at Sam as he stepped forward, shooing him as he spoke. Sam, taken aback, retreated in surprise from the outburst. 

“Yes, my kitchen,” Dean insisted with a challenging glare. Once Sam was outside the kitchen, Dean returned to his skillet. Sam rolled his eyes at his brother before deciding to just let him be.

Dean looked down at the skillet with a pout, gently tilting it from side to side to examine the damage. The greasy gleam was gone from its surface, now dull and flavorless from Sam’s callous and ignorant efforts.

“It’s okay, Sweetheart,” Dean spoke to the beloved pan as he grabbed a container of shortening, turned on the oven, and prepared the pan to be properly seasoned once more. “I’ll make it all better.”

FOREVERS:

@lyarr24

@hobby27

@kazsrm67

@maliburenee

@440mxs-wife

@writercole

@spnbaby-67

DEAN WINCHESTER:

@slamminmine

@deandreamernp

@awkward-and-indecisive

@akshi8278

SAM WINCHESTER:

@b3autyfuldisast3r

[nikachuwrites]

...And They Were Roommates | 2577 words

What really goes on in the morning in the Buchanan/Wilson/Carter residence.

(Domestic Bucky/Sam/Sharon, Fluffy with a side of angst )

Read on ao3

[your-modern-shakespeare]

Letters to You (End)

.Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Summary: You and Sam are Pen pals. You’ve been writing to each other for the past three years when something changes, and you may end up closer than you’ve ever been before.

Pairing: Domestic!Sam/Doctor!Sam x Reader

Word Count: 480

A/N: So this is it guys! Sorry it took so long, but I hope you guys have enjoyed and feel free to send me some ideas. Love you guys!

Warnings: All the Fluff

Tags: @fangirl1802​

SAM’S POV

“Two years ago I met the love of my life. You weren’t what I was expecting but you turned out to be much more. When we met it was under difficult circumstances, technically our first kiss was CPR, so... But it was every obstacle after that day, that made me fall more in love with you.

“Our first date was in your recovery room. We were watching Grey’s Anatomy on my laptop and I had Dean pick us up some food from a restaurant down the street. You had six months worth of therapy for your leg and I was there for every appointment. When I went back to Doctors without Borders, for some emergency relief, you called me every day. Even if I never answered you left me a message knowing that I would need to hear your voice at the end of the day. When I got back you decided to go back to school to get a second P.h D and to be honest I couldn’t have been more proud.”

“There are a lot of things that have happened that kept us from today, but there were so many more that told us that that was okay, that that wasn’t the most important part. When I told you that I loved you for the first time, I thought that that was as far as I could fall. But it wasn’t. Every day I fall further in love with you, not just because you are an amazing person, or because you are the most beautiful women in the world, but because you accept me as I am, flaws and all, and love me with no hesitation, no doubt.”

“So Y/N I can’t say that this will be easily, I can’t say that there won’t be obstacles trying to stop us, but you have to know that I will never stop trying to show you just how much I love you. When I think about the future I see you and I don’t want it any other way.”

“Sam…” She stared at me with tears in her eyes.

“And I want to be your knight in shining whatever.” I cringed at the line but started to get down on one knee, pulling a small box from my pocket.

“That was a Grey’s Anatomy q—Oh my God.”

“Y/N will you marry me?”

“Yes!”

Everyone in the hospital cheered as I placed the ring on her finger and stood back up to kiss her. When Y/N woke up that day in the hospital, I became the luckiest man alive. When I kissed her for the first time, for real, I swear that the whole world had stopped. So right now, kissing the girl of my dreams, my fiance, I couldn’t have been any happier. And that’s how the rest of our lives began, all because of some letters

[sofreddie]

It's the Principle (Domestic Drabble)

Summary: Sam struggles with the washing machine.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester

Warnings: Domestic Fluff and Nonsense

WC: 408

A/N: I was thinking about how the show ended and how it just sucks that it’s over. And how I totally would have tuned in every week for the continued domestic sitcom of the brothers just doing mundane shit. And so that’s how this happened. Tune in this week as Sam struggles with laundry day. : )

Domestic Drabbles

Dean leaned against the doorway, his arms and legs crossed as he watched with mild amusement. Sam was half-buried inside the antiquated washing machine, his jean-clad ass hanging out as he grunted, trying to reach and repair the rusted old parts.

“We should just go buy a new one,” Dean offered, having suggested doing so many times before. Sam climbed back out of the washing machine, tossing his tools aside as he held a rusted metal part in his hand.

“Just gotta go to the hardware store,” Sam said, rising to his feet as he waved the part for emphasis.

“Yeah, for the third time,” Dean shouted after his brother as he hastily made his way down the hall. Sam wouldn’t give up. It wasn’t that they couldn’t afford it, having the unlimited credit card at their disposal. It was the principle of it. He knew he could fix it, and he was tired of the damn thing rattling around.

Unfortunately, the store didn’t have the part. Sam took it as a sign that this particular machine just wasn’t meant to be fixed. Though he wasn’t looking forward to the gloating from Dean, he was looking forward to cleaning laundry at last.

So he tried as best he could to make sure he was quiet and the coast was clear as he snuck back into the bunker, pulling the appliance dolly along with him. Making his way into the laundry room, he worked as quickly as he could, switching out the old machine for the brand new one he’d given in and purchased.

“We’ve shared some memories, old friend,” Sam spoke to the old washer, now loaded onto the dolly to be taken away.

“Sometimes change is good, Sam,” Dean suddenly appeared, patting his brother on the shoulder as he passed with an armful of laundry.

Sam scoffed and shook his head as Dean looked over the new machine, figuring out the mechanics to start a load. 

“The directions are right here,” Sam said, shoving the papers at Dean. 

Dean glanced down at the offending document before looking back at Sam. With a scoff, he turned his attention back to the machine. Sam rolled his eyes, his whole head rolling on his shoulders as he let out a long sigh.

“I don’t need it.”

“Dean, it’s simple. Just-”

Sam reached out to show his brother, Dean smacking his hands away as he was determined to do it himself.

FOREVERS:

@lyarr24

@hobby27

@kazsrm67

@maliburenee

@440mxs-wife

@writercole

@spnbaby-67

DEAN WINCHESTER:

@slamminmine

@deandreamernp

@awkward-and-indecisive

@akshi8278

SAM WINCHESTER:

@b3autyfuldisast3r

[attractiverandomness]

I can't get over the idea of Canon Domestic Winchester's. Like the Dinner in Don't You Forget About Me, or the begining of Celebrating the Life of Asa Fox. Idk, but those moments make me happy and I'm making a list of posible head-canon ish moments that could have happened throughout the series during this rewatch (number 6). Hopefully fluffy domestic winchester fic to come!

[smolchester]

Seeing Sam tell that kid off in the diner and getting all stern was just so cute like this is probably what he would be like if he had a kid... JUST IMAGINE

[readerinsertplusoc]

Hunter!ReaderXDomestic!Sam

Reader saves Sam from a spirit. Smut happens.

NC-17

829 words

“Get down!” you yell, shouldering your shotgun and shooting at the ghost. You run forward and drop to your knees next to the guy, turning him over.

“Oh come on man, wake up,” you whisper, looking for a pulse. His eyes open and he looks at you in confusion, sitting up and shaking his long hair out of his face.

“What happened?”

“You were attacked by a spirit, how do you feel?”

“My head hurts but I think I’m okay…wait did you say a spirit?”

You nod, “Yeah, sorry hon, monsters exist. Come on, let’s get you someplace safe while I finish this thing off.”

“No, wait, let me come with you.”

“It’s dangerous, let me just take you home. I’ll come check in with you when I’m done, okay?”

He hesitates, but nods and follows you out to your car. You drive him home before going to the cemetery, digging up the grave of the ghost and burn her bones before driving back to the guy’s house.

You knock and he answers, plaid shirt open to show the wife beater he wears underneath. His jeans are rolled up a bit and he’s not wearing shoes anymore, he’s actually kind of hot.

“Good, you’re still alive, come on in.”

You walk in and shrug your jacket off, “Of course I’m still alive, I do this for a living.”

He shakes his head, “Why? Why not something normal?”

“Family trade, and I like helping people.”

He shakes his head again, “But you’re in danger all the time.”

“And? So is everyone else, I just know how to kill it.”

“Why wouldn’t you try to go to college, or get a job? Do you even get paid for this?”

“Not exactly, no, why does it matter to you anyway?”

He sighs, “You saved my life, and I’m grateful, but why would you put your life on the line all the time?”

“I can handle myself,” you snap, rounding on him. He steps forward and you shove him into the wall, “Don’t,” you say, breathing hard, “Look, I came over, I checked in, we’re both fine, I’m leaving.”

You walk outside and he follows you, grabbing your wrist, “Wait, I’m sorry. Please, I just…you’re gorgeous, and I can tell you’re a good person, and we need as many of those as the world will create.”

You look at him, half confused half flattered, “What are you saying?”

“You deserve better.”

You roll your eyes and he pulls you to him, kissing you softly. You know most hunters hook up a lot, but you never could. This guy’s different though, it feels like he actually cares about you, wants to give you a good night.

And God you need a good night.

You let him take you back inside, kissing you the whole way. He shuts the door and locks it before lifting you up, taking you to his room and lying you on the bed. You push off the plaid shirt, letting it fall to the ground before sliding off his wife beater.

“I never got your name,” you whisper, running your hands over his muscles.

“Sam,” he says, kissing your neck as you tell him yours.

“Beautiful,” he whispers, sliding your shirt off and unhooking your bra. You sigh as your skin comes in contact and his hands run down your body. You roll up against him and he smirks, reaching down and unbuttoning your jeans, sliding them down enough to get his hand inside so he can stroke your clit. You moan and arch into his hand, bringing him down for another kiss.

He sighs and strips you the rest of the way, moving down along your body and planting hot kisses the whole way. He stands up and takes off his jeans and his boxers before lying back on top of you, moaning at how your skin feels against his.

He reaches down and slides two fingers inside you, smiling when your head falls back in a moan. He leans down and kisses you, moaning against your lips. You roll your hips eagerly and he moves his hand to your hip and lines up, gently pushing inside.

You moan and scratch red lines down his back as he starts thrusting, reaching down to rub your clit. You moan and wrap your legs around his waist, allowing him to go deeper.

You feel your orgasm coming and you grab his hair, kissing him desperately as your muscles clench around him and you moan uncontrollably. He pulls out as he comes, gasping for breath and shaking.

You smile at each other as you get up. He tosses you a towel and cleans himself up before tossing the top cover off his bed.

“Care to stay the night?” he asks softly.

You chuckle and nod, not bothering to get re-dressed as you slide between the covers. He lays with you and pulls you close, kissing your forehead before you two drift off.

[backseatdean]

This was the most domestic Supernatural episode that ever has been. Dean organising his room. Dean yelling at Sam for throwing a wrapper on the ground. Dean making Sam a burger from scratch. Dean going shopping at a supermarket. Sam serving drinks and dinner at a party. Dean grilling. Who is responsible for this beautiful pain?