Tags: Established Relationship, Childhood Memories, Happy, Surprises, Christmas Presents, Happy Dean, Happy Sam, Snoopy, Baby Gets Some Love Too, Top Dean, Bottom Sam, Pie, Bunker Era, Soulmates, Sam & Dean Are Soulmates, Written for the Wintertide Bang, Original art by @masoenart
Summary: Sam and Dean crawl into their motel room on Christmas Eve, beat up after having taken on some ornery fairies. They awake, feeling not only refreshed and invigorated, but also to discover a winter wonderland has sprung up in their motel room, crowned by a tree with all of their most cherished - and lost - gifts resting beneath. They open them, one by one, and share a magical day, reliving only the happiest memories of past Christmases.
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I love the season and I wanted the boys to have a happy day. For once, my Muse stayed on track. I am pleased to present to you a fic with all the happy, all the love, and all the peace the boys deserve! A warm thank you to @masoena for creating a banner I will cherish always! And gracious thanks to @jld71 for being my trusty beta! I hope everyone enjoys the fic! 💜🦄
Hello! Here is part four to cursed. Not sure if I am going to make another part, but I definitely will if you like it!
Read Parts One, Two, Three, Four, Five, and Six Here:
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Five
Part Six
Summary: Life gets better for you and Sam.
Characters: You, Sam, Dean, Cas
Parings: Sam x Reader
Warnings: Implied smut (more like foreplay), language, discussions of past trauma, fluff, pure fluff.
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You poured the pancake batter onto the griddle, a smile coming across your face as you dropped the chocolate chips on each one. Strong arms came around your waist, Sam’s lips fell onto your neck. You let out a small moan and leaned your head back against his shoulder. Your eyes fell shut and licked your lips. His mouth left open kisses along your neck, moving his flannel you were wearing slightly to gain access to your shoulder.
“Sam! Let me finish breakfast!” You laughed when his hair tickled your skin.
“God baby, I can’t get enough of you.” His hand came up to cup your cheek, turning your face towards his.
“You already had me like 3 times last night!” You playfully swatted at his hands, laughing.
“Never enough.” Sam’s large hand fully encased your face as he planted a loving kiss on your lips. He let you go, and you flipped the pancakes, a smile still on your face. Sam made coffee behind you, thoughts racing through his mind. Dean walked into the kitchen, his robe open and his hair a mess. He walked over to you and ran his hand down your hair, pulling you to him to plant a kiss on your head. You turned towards him and smiled.
“I’m thrilled you’re ok, kid.” He smiled at you and grabbed your chin between his forefinger and thumb, looking deeply into your eyes. At that moment, you realized how much this whole thing had affected Dean; he also had been scared to lose you. Your heart swelled, and you pulled him to you and wrapped him into a tight hug, your arms closing around his neck. He hugged you back; you heard him breathe in and out heavily before he pulled away. He gave you one last smile and then walked over to grasp Sam by the shoulder and pour himself a cup of coffee. You placed the chocolate chip pancakes onto the table with syrup. The boys settled into their places at the table, and you all ate together.
“Where’s Cas?” You asked, taking a large bite of pancake.
“He’ll be back soon; he went to drop Rowena off at the airport,” Dean responded, finishing off his coffee. You nodded and felt Sam’s hand on your thigh, his thumb moving back and forth over your skin. You smiled at him and let your head fall against his shoulder, closing your eyes and relishing in the feeling of love. You and Sam cleaned up after breakfast and then retired to your room. Sam sat down on the bed and quickly pulled you into his lap.
“Baby, I can’t. I can still feel it from last night.” You ran your fingers through his hair. His hands were on your hips, pulling you even closer to him. His nose ran up your chest, over your neck, and then into your hair—his lips following the trail. Your breathing quickened, and your eyes closed, your head falling back slightly. “I’m serious, Sam. I’m sore.” You licked your lips and tried to lower your heart rate.
“I know, gorgeous, I don’t need anything right now. I’m just going to take care of you, make you feel good.” He picked you up and laid you down on the bed as his lips fell onto yours and his fingers brushed your cheek, placing a piece of stray hair with the rest. Sam kissed down your body, stripping you of your clothes in his wake. His mouth rolled over you and brought you higher and higher until you snapped and bliss-filled your whole body.
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You and Sam were tangled in each other on the bed; he laid in between your legs with his arms wrapped tightly around you. His head laid on your chest, and you ran your fingers through his hair lightly, your skin still buzzing.
“You never told me what you saw.” He said, his voice hesitant.
“Saw when?” You asked him, lifting your head slightly. He, too, lifted his head and rested his chin on your chest; he licked his lips before talking.
“When you…when you crossed over.” He said carefully, avoiding the word he couldn’t say.
“Oh, well, I met my reaper, and he took me through some tough times in my life. He wanted me to question staying, the question of is alive. I refused, and he was just about to take me when Rowena cast me back into my body from the other side.” You answered, looking up at the ceiling.
“Did you see your parents?” Sam moved up your body; his face was level with yours so that you couldn’t look away. You blinked a few times before nodding.
“And my sister, I still miss her so much.” You were getting teary-eyed now, and you swallowed thickly, trying to push down the emotion.
“I know, baby, I’m sorry.” He held you; you buried your face into his chest and let yourself feel the sadness. You two laid there for a while before Sam looked down at you again, his thumbs wiping your tears away.
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You decided that you wanted to go for a walk in the woods with Sam before lunchtime. Sam didn’t let go of your hand the entire time, he held you close to him, and you frequently saw him checking on you out of the corner of his eye. You loved the woods, the sunlight streaming through the thick of the forest. The smell of the earth and flowers. You and Sam shared shy smiles and lingering looks as if you had just started dating. There was a sense of passion that never seemed to fade between the two of you; everything about him filled everything about you. You two walked until you came to a pond. The trees lined the perimeter, creating a perfect border. The water was still under the patches of algae and lily pads. A large boulder sat mostly underwater, a frog perched on top. The soft and grassy earth gave under your shoes as you made your way to the edge of the water. Flowers danced in the light breeze as you stood with your feet almost in the pond, closing your eyes to breathe in the fresh air.
“It’s funny; I miss carrying you around.” He said as his arms snaked around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder.
“Feel free to anytime, Winchester.” You laughed, bumping yourself into him slightly and turning your head towards his.
“Oh, you’re in for it now.” He said, grabbing both your hands in his large one and pulling them in front of him while he moved you behind him. He knelt slightly and bumped his back against your chest, your hands in front of his face. His hands came around to grab your thighs, and he quickly and effortlessly lifted you onto his back. You were both laughing so hard; you were gasping for air by the time he finally got you situated. You laid your head against his shoulder and kissed his neck before he began the walk home with you.
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Two Months Later
You were in the store grabbing some essentials. You put the milk into your cart and turned towards the cosmetics aisle; you needed somebody to wash and shampoo. You placed your favorites into your cart and walked towards the end of the aisle when something stopped you. What day was it? Your heart rate picked up, and you left your cart in the middle of the aisle, doing the math in your head. Holy shit.
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You were sitting on your bed, legs crossed under you. Sam’s flannel hung loosely over your body; your hands ran nervously over your thighs. Your breathing quickened, and your lips parted as you gulped in the air. You played with your hair, putting it up in a messy bun and quickly ripping it out several times. The timer on your phone went off, and your blood became cold in your veins. You walked into the bathroom and picked up the little stick on the counter. Your lips parted, your hand coming up to cover your mouth as a small breath left your lungs. You looked at yourself in the mirror and wondered what your next move was.
Three Days Later
You got the ping on your phone that your package had been delivered. You raced to the front door and grabbed the box before Sam or Dean could see it, running back to your room to rip it open. You held it up and pressed your lips together, your eyes watering. You placed it into a box and wrapped it, trying to stop your hands from shaking the whole time.
Sam opened the box again to check all was good. He licked his lips and ran his hands through his hair nervously. He put the box back in his pocket and went into your shared bedroom, just in time to see you shoving something into the closet.
“Hey, is all ok?” He asked, coming to stand closer to you.
“Yeah!” You practically shouted; you had been jumpy the past few days, and Sam was beginning to wonder if you weren’t telling him something.
“Ok, well, I was wondering if I could talk to you about something?” He asked, placing his hands on your biceps, looking into your eyes.
“I actually need to talk to you too.” You said, nodding. Neither one of you could see it on each other, but both of your heart rates skyrocketed.
“You go first.” He said, leading you both to sit on the bed.
“No, it’s ok, you go first.” You licked your lips and hoped Sam didn’t see how hard you were trying to slow your breathing.
“Right, ok.” He ran his hands through his hair again. “Well. Well. I have been thinking, ever since I almost lost you, I can't stop thinking about our future.” He began kneeling in front of you. You connected the dots, and your heart stopped, your lips parted, and you looked deep into Sam’s eyes. “I told you about the first time we met and how I love your freckle. I told you how much you mean to me and that you’re the love of my life. I was wasting time telling you things when I should have asked you; I should have asked you long ago. I love you so much, Y/F/N Y/L/N, will you marry me? Make me the luckiest man in the world.” He pulled out a small black velvet box and held it in front of you, opening it for you. The beautiful ring sat perched in the box for your eyes to see.
“Yes. Holy God, Sam! Yes!” You laughed, tears rolling down your face. He took the ring out of the box and took your left hand in his, sliding the ring onto your finger. You both laughed against each other’s lips as he pulled you against him. He quickly pulled you away from him and looked into your face.
“What did you want to tell me?” He asked; you were in such euphoria that you almost forgot.
“Oh! Right!” You grabbed the box from your closet and sat back down on the bed. “I got you something.” You handed him the box; his eyebrows came together as he took it from your hands. He unwrapped the present and took the lid off; even more, confusion clouded his handsome features as he looked in the box. His large hands lifted the flannel onesie, making it look even smaller. His face opened as realization dawned on him. He looked at you with wide eyes that were swimming with unshed tears.
“Really?” He asked you, his eyes moving down to your stomach and then back up to your face.
“Yes. Really.” You nodded and leaned in closer to him, smiling at him.
“Oh my god! Oh my god!” He shouted and jumped to his feet, lifting you with him. He spun you slightly and rained kisses all over your face. He put you back onto your feet and took your face in his hands, and kissed you with so much passion it pulled all the air out of your lungs. He looked into your face, and you looked right back into his—happiness filling both of you to the brim.
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The two of you were holding hands when you walked into the library. Dean was sitting at one of the tables, a glass of whiskey in his hand. Cas sat next to him, also holding a glass of whiskey.
“Hey, you two. What’s got you so happy?” Dean asked, looking between you and Sam. You glanced up at Sam as he looked down at you, both of you smiling.
“We’re engaged!” You said happily, holding up your hand for Dean and Cas to see. Dean shot up from his chair and took your hand in his, looking at the ring sitting on your finger.
“Holy shit! Yes!” He grabbed you into his arms and hugged you close to your chest. “This calls for a celebration!” He laughed, looking over at Cas as he came to stand next to Dean. Cas also pulled you into a hug before looking happily between you and Sam. Dean poured two more glasses of whiskey and handed one to each of you and Sam. You looked at yours, poured the contents into Sam’s glass, and placed your glass onto the table. Dean and Cas looked at you with confusion on their faces.
“Right, uh well, one more thing uh…I- I’m pregnant.” You finally said the words out loud, and a flutter filled your body. Dean stopped dead in his tracks; his glass half raised to his lips. Cas looked at Sam and then looked at you again.
“Y/N. I- wow- what a freaking Wednesday!” Dean took control of himself and once again grabbed you into his arms. You were all laughing and hugging as Dean and Cas took turns congratulating both you and Sam. The four of you spent the night talking and planning a wedding with all the works. You laid your head against Sam’s chest and closed your eyes to take in a deep breath. Everything you ever wanted was coming true. You laid a hand on your stomach, feeling Sam’s hand come over yours as his eyes watered slightly.
“I love you.” You said, rolling your head back to look into his face.
“I love you too; I am so excited to spend my life with you and have this beautiful baby. I hope it’s a girl, and I hope she’s just like you.” You both laughed slightly. You looked around at these amazing men and just knew this was going to be the luckiest kid in the world.
Okay, so I really like this ship, but my favorite thing about it, is it INCLUDES the hope that Sam and Rowena can be best friends, as a viable outcome.
I mean, I’d like it if they were in a sexy-fun-times sort of relationship, because I think they would be good that way.
But I would be equally over the moon for them just to be able to admit they’re friends. Platonic love is valuable, and it is true-love, earth-shaking, soul-mating and meaningful, without the requirement of sex.
At its most base layer, I want Sam to be happy, and I want Rowena to be happy, and I think if they were able to be best friends with each other, they could get some happy.
