I saw that your requests are open and I couldn’t pass this up. Do you think you could possibly do something with either Aleks from Cow Chop or Trevor from AH (because they’re both my favorites and I can’t decide) where he meets the reader at a bar/club on her 21st birthday and she accidentally spills her drink on him. But they totally hit it off and it’s just super fluffy (possibly smutty) and cute. If not, totally okay. Keep up the amazing work! 😊
It was the night of your 21st birthday, and your friends lovingly took you out to a club for the first time.. well your legal first time. They were so excited and happy to celebrate your birthday that they constantly kept fuelling you with alcohol. Before you knew it, you couldn’t stand up without wobbling side to side.
At this moment, of your friends grabbed you by the shoulder and pushed you down onto the leather stool that wasn’t exactly the comfiest of things. They ordered you a water, and made sure you were okay before going off and joining your other friends on the dance floor. You couldn’t stop smiling or giggling, you felt happy.
You rested your arm on the bar as a lanky gay with white skin, adorned with colourful tattoos and bleached blond hair, sat on the seat next to you. The second his mouth opened, you felt yourself melt. He turned to you and smiled, “So, you alone or --”
Without realising it, you pushed the glass of water over, and unfortunately spilt the substance onto his jeans. “I’m so sorry” you blubbered, you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face. You were too bubbly and too happy at this point in time.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m aleks by the way,” He introduces himself, padding the wet spot with tissues that the barmaid graciously handed to him. “I’m Y/N! Nice to meet you!”
Aleks got you another glass of water, and you two chattered and got to know each other, you decided he wasn’t such a bad guy. “So what’s the special occasion?” He looked you up and down, you almost forgot you were wearing a black dress that barely fit you that you dubbed your “party dress”.
“It’s my 21st,” You respond.
“Oh Happy Birthday then!” Aleks raised his glass with a smile and looked around. “So uh, you wanna get out of here?”
You looked over to your group of friends, who were as messy as ever but gave you thumbs up, nods and every piece of verbal approval possible. “Sure,” Aleks holds out his hand for you, you take a firm grip of his hand and let him lead you out of the bar.
The hunt was over. The three demons were dead, and the cursed rabbit’s foot had been torched, the ashes torched again, and finally flushed down a toilet at a seedy motel in Jacksonville. You sat on the sofa, reading a book of spells. Sam was watching television, and Dean was out drinking and probably getting laid.
Sam made a low growl at the TV, and flipped the station. You lowered your book, raising a brow at him. “What’s wrong?”
He shot you a quick look, one you couldn’t quite read. “Nothing to watch. That’s all.”
“Why did’t you go with Dean?”
He shifted uncomfortably. “Someone had to stay here with you.”
You rolled your eyes. “Oh come off it. I helped you guys. Of my own free will. What do you think I’m gonna do if you leave me alone to read at a motel?”
He sighed, muting the television. “Who knows. We did find you with Rowena and her ‘Mega Coven’. It doesn’t seem like a good idea to trust you.”
You pursed your lips. You didn’t understand this guy. He was so suspicious of you, bordering on paranoia. But you’d also caught him checking you out a few times, siding with you against his brother, and sticking close by you to make sure you were safe while in that house full of demons. It was almost as if he had been letting his guard down and realized it, only to throw it back up higher than it had been before.
“I’m not as bad as they say, you know.” You stood up, putting the book down and moving to sit down beside Sam on the bed. He looked agitated at your proximity. “Besides, I heard you had a thing for bad girls.” At that, his eyes went wide, and he opened his mouth as though to speak, but nothing came out so he closed it again.
“You were with Rowena.” He stammered.
“I was learning new tricks. I was going to double cross her eventually. That woman is crazy.”
“You may not think you’re as bad as they say, but you definitely aren’t, you know, good.”
“How good can you say you are? Honestly?” You asked him, eyes boring holes into his.
“I’m fine.”
“That’s not what they say. Demon blood. Lillith. Lucifer.” You kept your voice a monotone. “Ruby.”
He ran a hand over his face. “I can explain.”
You shruggd. “So can I.”
“So what’s your point?”
“You keep watching me.”
“I don’t.”
“You do. I don’t think your attraction to bad girls went away after Ruby.”
He took a deep breath. Something seemed to change in his demeanor, and he brought his eyes up to look at you. He set his jaw, and moved a little closer. “Maybe it didn’t.”
“You ever been with a witch?” You tilted your head back, eyeing him haughtily. The air between you in the room had electrified.
“No. You ever been with a hunter?”
“No.”
He looked towards the door. “Dean won’t be back for a while, probably not tonight.” He looked towards you, his pupils blown, his fingers gripping the blanket. “I’ve never been with a witch, and you’ve never been with a hunter. There’s a first time for everything...”
Reader and Sam (spn) And #14 pleeeeeeaaaaassseee 😊 <3
Coming right up!!! Sorry it got away from me and there’s food involved but they never actually cook… which is probably good because they are way too drunk to be trusted with anything involving fire! Also, drink responsibly, everyone! DO NOT drink like a Winchester!
14.Getting drunk and cooking together
Sam Winchester x Reader
“This has been such a shitty week.” You groaned. You’d beentrying to fall asleep on the sofa for an hour, and you’d almostsucceeded before you’d heard footsteps and the rustling of a papergrocery bag behind you. You stretched, your nap obviously nothappening, and poked your head up to look over the back of the couchjust as Sam entered the room. He had a bottle of cheap whiskey withhim.
“Yeah, it has.” He frowned at you, taking up the whole couch.“Move. Let me sit down.”
You frowned right back. “Why don’t you sit on the chair? Why do Ihave to move.” Nevertheless, you dragged yourself up and made spacefor your lanky friend. “I was comfortable.”
“I can’t share the whiskey from over there.” He sat down besideyou. “I bought decent stuff, since Dean’s not here and we’llactually be able to drink some of it.” He grinned, removed the lid,and offered it to you.
“This is what you consider decent?” You raised an eyebrow. Itwasn’t the cheapest bottle available, but it was pretty close. “Youboys have low standards.” You took a pull, grimacing as it burneddown your throat and settled in your belly.
“It’s in a glass bottle, not a plastic one. So there’s that.” Hetook the bottle back, taking a few drinks himself. “Oh god, it’s sobad.” He flinched. “It’ll have to do. This week was so awful.”
You agreed, taking the bottle back and taking another sip. “I’mgonna mix this with some soda, or we are both going to have alcoholpoisoning within an hour.” You stood up, taking the bottle withyou. You retreated to the kitchen, Sam close behind you. You pouredyou both a glass, finding an old can of sprite in the pantry. Youheld it up. Sam raised his eyebrows.
“This is going to be disgusting. And tomorrow isn’t going to bepretty. I can already tell.” He sat down at the table. “Hit me.”You rolled your eyes and poured the soda in with the whiskey, slidingit in front of him. He took a sip. “Yup, that’s awful.”
“You’ll manage.” You sat down beside him, raising your glass. “Atoast!” You were already feeling tipsy from the drinks of alcoholyou’d had in the other room.
“To what?” Sam raised his glass as well. You thought abouttoasting to something involving an inappropriate innuendo about theyounger Winchester, but you weren’t that tipsy yet.
“To next week being better than this one.”
“It would have to be, unless one of us died…” He quicklyrealized that was entirely possibly in your line of work, and clinkedglasses. “To next week being better, then.” He nodded and took agulp.
* * *
An hour later, you’d both finished two whiskey sprites, and you foundyourself both on the floor of the kitchen, laughing about the Emoghost that Dean was currently battling the next town over.
“So wait, he literally told you that every time the ghost comes outand the room get’s cold, “Panic at the Disco!” starts playing?Seriously??” You were laughing so hard you thought you were goingto choke.
“Yes! He is so pissed right now.” Sam chuckled, falling into youand knocking you over. “That’s what he gets for going over there tomeet some Tinder girl and not realizing she was a bot.” He rolledhis eyes.
“Oh my god this keeps getting better!” You finally reignedyourself in. “Hey, you didn’t get anything to eat while you were atthe liquor store, did you?”
He shook his head. “No, but I’m starving.” He looked around,pulling himself off of where he had landed on you. “Sorry.” Hesmoothed out his shirt, then sat you back up, making a big display ofstraightening your jacket and your hair and knocking you back overagain.
“God Sam, stop!” You giggled, pushing his hands away. “We needto make food. I’m going to die of starvation while you sit herefucking around with my clothes.” You sat up, then pulled yourselfup off the floor.
“I think we have some… Spaghetti O’s here. And cereal… andmaybe hot dogs.” Sam gripped your belt loop and the table asleverage to pull himself off the floor. His weight nearly dragged youback down, and you toppled back, him catching you at the last minute.“Sorry, Y/N. Sorry!” Firm hands steadied you. You ignored hishands on you, as much as you liked the attention.
“You’re trying to kill me.” You unsteadily made your way to thepantry. “Spaghetti-O’s? You even eat that? It has no lettuce init.”
“I don’t only eat salads!” He was behind you, his hands aroundyour waist, moving you out of the way and reaching for the cans ofpasta.
“I’m not a piece of furniture! You can’t just pick me up and moveme!” You feigned annoyance.
“Sure I can. Here hold these.” He handed the cans to you, one ineach hands. You took them, and he grabbed you and threw you over hisshoulder. “See? It’s totally possible.”
“God damn it, Sam!” You dropped one of the cans as you were swungthrough the air, and smacked him on the ass as hard as you could.
“Ouch! Jesus, calm down! You don’t have any weapons on you do you?”He set you back down, laughing, and picked up the errant container ofSpaghetti-O’s, falling to the ground as he did so.
“I might.” You waggled your eyebrows.
“You’re a terrible liar. Come here.” He reached up and once againlooped a finger through your belt loop, pulling you down onto him ina heap. Soon you were both laughing drunkenly on the floor again,rolling around one another, a tangle of arms and legs.
When Dean came home, he found you both still on the floor, eatingSpaghetti-O’s with plastic forks, straight out of the can. He shookhis head, rolling his eyes. “You two are perfect for each other.”He grabbed the bottle of whiskey off the table.
“What?” You arched your brow, forkful of pasta halfway to yourmouth. Sam had begun choking at Dean’s statement.
Dean waited a beat to make sure his brother wasn’t dying, then turnedback to you. “What, Sam hasn’t told you yet?”
