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Your top 3 hurt Sam episodes??
to make things easier on myself I'm thinking about episodes where sam is hurt for most/all of his screen time, so awesome sam whump like jump the shark would not be counted
red meat - has to be. just. has to be
when the levee breaks
literally anything from the trials but 8.20 to 8.23 are elite
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'scream about sam with me'????
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Hii! Can I request a fluffy Sam Winchester x reader where reader and Sam are bored while Dean is out to get the three of them food so reader is messing around with his hair, putting random braids in it and stuff? Thank you!
(Kinda inspo):
hi @ghostlyaccurate
Of course you can! Thanks for sending this request and the inspo reference! It was fun to work on..
You can read it below or follow the link to fic on AO3. Let me know if you like it 😊
Happy Reading :)
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Summary:
"What-what is that?" He sits straight, back flushed against the headboard, trying to get a peek into that basket. "Like you haven't seen a brush before?" You wave the little brush as you enter the room. "Oh right, I forgot. You just run your fingers through your perfect hair and you are good to go!" Sam chuckles. "Now scoot over, Rapunzel." You gently shove him to make room on the bed for you and your tools. "Whatever you say, Mother Gothel."
"Okay, kiddos. Behave while I'm gone." Dean barks orders standing outside Sam's room. You and Sam look up from your laptops to see him teasingly eyeing the lack of space between the two of you. "No jumping each other's bones."
"Eww!" You fake looking appalled.
"Dude!" Sam blushes.
Wait, is that what he was thinking about or is he just embarrassed?
"Hey, I mean it." Then glaring at Sam, he warns again, "Not with a bruised hip."
Sam's green eyes are avoiding rendezvous with anyone else's.
Dean winks at you before heading in the direction of the main room, spinning the keys of his beloved Impala on his index finger.
"He's an idiot." Sam mumbles apologetically.
Having been around the boys for a year now, you know Dean is an idiot but a sweet idiot, nonetheless. You don't mind him pulling your leg because you roast him just as much.
"But, my hip is healing quite well..." He hooks a finger under your chin, drawing your face to his. Shutting his laptop and taking yours away, he rolls over you, kissing your neck.
The smell of his mint soap hits your senses along with a whiff of something rugged that is purely his. Your legs wrap around his slim waist pulling his long, lean body closer to yours when suddenly he grunts in pain.
Instantly, your legs drop and you gently roll him to his side of the bed. Dean's warning flashes into your brain. You sigh. He was right about the bruised hip. Dying by the hands of Dean Winchester because his baby brother couldn't keep it in his pants is not how you want to go.
"Well, Dean's not gonna be home for a few hours. Do you want to watch a movie?" He asks smiling, bringing those deep dimples to the surface.
Any other day, a movie sounded good -especially when it wasn't the tenth re-run of 'Die Hard' that Dean loved- since both you and Sam have similar taste. But after staring at the screen for the last two hours, you could use a break.
"Actually," you start, "I was thinking of something else." Leaving Sam looking like a lost puppy, you grab both your laptops and leave the room.
Sam is sprawled on the bed when you return ten minutes later. Legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles, hands resting on his chest. Sensing your presence, his eyes open and a ghost of a smile touches his lips as his gaze shift from your goofy expression to the basket of hair tools and accessories tucked under your arm.
"What-what is that?" He sits straight, back flushed against the headboard, trying to get a peek into that basket.
"Like you haven't seen a brush before?" You wave the little brush as you enter the room. "Oh right, I forgot. You just run your fingers through your perfect hair and you are good to go!"
Sam chuckles.
"Now scoot over, Rapunzel." You gently shove him to make room on the bed for you and your tools.
"Whatever you say, Mother Gothel."
You gasp! "I knew it! I knew you saw that movie!"
He neither confirms nor denies that accusation. "So, you wanna tell me what's going on?"
"A little TLC."
"TLC?" He repeats. "With butterfly clips and colourful beads?"
"Yes!" There is no way you can contain your excitement. Kneeling behind him, you slip your fingers into his hair, fluffing it up.
Sam Winchester's hair is like pure silk between your fingers. They pass through easily without a knot to catch on to. There are no expensive products or fancy shampoos in the washroom. Hell, there isn't even a bottle of conditioner but somehow Sam's hair is softer than minx fur coat. A quiet moan passes through his lips as you gently massage his scalp.
Mother Gothel's obsession with Rapunzel's locks is starting to make sense as you begin brushing Sam's hair. It is therapeutic, combing through those silken strands from the roots to the tips. The rhythmic strokes of the brush seem to relax him even more.
"You know, you could be a hair model." You tease him.
Sam laughs, a deep, resonant sound that makes your heart skip a beat. "Hunting doesn't allow for part-time stints, but thanks."
Grabbing a handful of colourful clips, you place them randomly on his head. A butterfly clip here, a rainbow clip there, few beads snapped on a single lock of hair. It's silly but Sam looks adorable, the bright colours standing out against the dark chestnut tone.
Stealing a hand-mirror from your basket, he takes a quick look at his reflection and bursts out laughing. "Why does it look like a unicorn threw up on my head?"
You smack his shoulder. "No, it does not! Don't you laugh at my artwork."
He cranes his neck to meet your eyes. "Can we try something a lot less 'Hello Kitty' and a bit more, I don't know, me?"
At least he didn't ask you to stop, there is comfort in that. That's something, right? You carefully pluck the clips out and brush the hair smoothing out the crimps left behind.
If there's one thing you know for sure, it's that Sam really seemed to like the massage and the brushing. You make a mental note of it for the future.
The hair is malleable unlike your wild, untamed curls. You gather it at his crown and wrap a simple hair tie a couple of times into a ponytail. At the last turn, you pull the hair only halfway through the tie and twist it around the bun. You brush out the remaining hair to base of his neck.
"Is that what they call a man-bun?" Sam asks trying to catch a glimpse of the bun.
"Yes", you respond sheepishly. "Like it?"
"Ummm... Not really, no. I don't think I can pull it off." Sam is anything but honest and that's what you love about him.
You take a moment to think about what Sam would like and then it comes to you. With a cautious tenderness, you take off the hair tie, careful not to pull or snag any wayward strands. Running the brush through a particularly stubborn tangle, you smooth out the hair.
Your fingers move fast and skillfully as you part a section of his hair on the left of his crown. You weave it into a braid, securing the ends to back of his head with a bobby pin. You repeat the same on the right side but this time you weave a black ribbon into the braid and pin it to the meet the first braid.
"How's it going?" He asks stealing a glance again but this time you are quicker to snatch the mirror away.
"No peeking this time!" You stow the mirror behind your back and out of reach of his ridiculously long arms.
You bunch up the hair from the crown of his head, including the two braids and pull it into a ponytail. The metal barrette clip with a Celtic knot ties the look together as you add it to the ponytail.
Last, you pick out some white and silver beads and add them in pairs to strands of hair behind his ears. Parting the back hair into six sections, you wind each lock of the hair around a wooden stick from another barrette clip, hold it for a minute and then release it to form soft waves.
"Can I see now?" Sam is growing impatient but you dismiss him. He cannot look until you are done.
Twenty minutes later, the back of hair looks like it went one round with a curler. The strands holding the soft, bouncy waves you created quite nicely.
Holding a bigger mirror behind his head, you pass him the hand-mirror. "You can look now."
The hand-mirror is twisting in his large hand, trying to see the full picture, his eyes widening slightly as he takes in the neat braids, the metal clip, the beads and finally the wavy curls.
"Well?" You are anxious, unsure of how to treat his silence.
"Wow, that's... something," he says, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Good something or bad something?"
Putting the mirror down, he twists his torso to look at you with those honest, soulful eyes. "Definitely good something. I like it. It's very..." A thoughtful pause. "Nordic."
"I knew you would like it, lore boy!" You plant a soft kiss on his lips which he gladly deepens.
"Ahem." Someone clears their throat. Sam breaks the kiss.
"Smile, Lara Croft." Dean pulls out his camera and snaps a few shots of Sam in his new hairstyle. "This will get a laugh or two in the Hunters' group."
"Dean, c'mon." Sam is embarrassed, if that mild blush on the planes of his cheek is anything but an evidence of that. He tries to reach back and pull off the hair but you stop him.
"You can laugh all you want, but the truth is you can never pull off this look like he does." You get a little defensive around Sam.
"What makes you think I want to?" Dean's smile is smug and you want to wipe it off his face. Then turning to Sam, he presses, "how come I'm not allowed to give you a haircut but she is allowed to go Zohan on you?"
"Who?" Sam asks clearly not having seen that movie to catch the reference.
"Whatever, chuckles! I should probably print this out and stick it on the bunker walls."
"Sure", you jump in startling both the brothers. "It will look real nice next to your picture from that time with Rhonda Hurley."
Now it's Dean's time to gasp and turn a shade darker than Sam. "How did you-? You are bluffing."
"Wanna bet?" Your bat your eyelashes at him in mischief. "I can remember some specific details like pink and satiny and-"
"Okay, okay, alright. I'll delete Sam's pictures." Dean leaves looking sour.
"Rhonda Hurley?" Sam raises his eyebrow asking for more information.
"Rhonda Hurley..." you muse about how you will keep using this trump card next time Dean gets cocky.
Easy Like Sunday Morning
https://archiveofourown.org/works/83481016
Just as I was fastening the diamond studs in my ear, the door bell rang. My eyes darted to the clock on my desk reading the time 7:00 PM. He was here to pick me up, just like he said he would. Dropping my phone into my purse, I did a quick check in the mirror. My hair was done up in a messy bun—the only other hairstyle I know besides letting them loose—with brown locks framing the round shape of my face. I debated letting my hair down but decided against it. Besides mascara and a soft lip lint, I didn't believe in make up all that much. C'mon, you wuss. Don't overthink this. I sprinted to the door, then slowed down and waited to catch my breath. Then, I opened the door.
Based on a Tumblr prompt by @waxxywade thank you! 🫡
Hiiii!
If your willing to write this, may I request a Sam Winchester x reader where it's basically their wedding
Perhaps with some wedding night smut?
Thank you!!
hieeee @ghostlyaccurate
Thank you for sending this prompt!! Sorry it took me ages to write this. But here you go.. Sam Winchester x Reader wedding + wedding night smut 😁😁
It has fluff, wedding cliches, dramas and smut.. hopefully it hit the mark. Let me know if you enjoyed reading it just as much as I enjoyed writing it... Kudos and comments are love!! ❤️
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hi!!
Your top 5 hurt!Sam headcanons?
I hope this what you mean by hcs but I rotate these particular fic ideas that I turned into a poll A LOT
thank you for asking!
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