The Angels Are Just Moving a Their Furniture Around (Sam x Reader)
Author: a-s-s-t-i-el Summary: The reader gets scared during a thunderstorm, so Sam lets her sleep in his bed with her. (Inspired by my first one shot) Pairing: Sam x Reader Warnings: No warnings. Just gonna be really cute. :)
The forecast had called for rain, not a monsoon. You were a hunter, and even though monsters couldn’t scare you, storms could. While you loved the sound of rain hitting the roof, the sound of thunder combined with the rain didn’t help. The lights went out, and there was nothing but darkness. You were alright. Thunder cracked again, louder than the last time. You couldn’t help but scream. Moments later, you heard footsteps barreling towards your room.
“Y/N?!” Sam shouted.
“I’m alright,” you replied weakly. You laid on your bed with the covers wrapped tightly around your body. The door creaked open. Sam walked in with a flashlight in one hand and his gun in the other.
Sam put the gun down, but held his flashlight high. He shined it down on you; you were in a terrified state, and you were shivering. Sam sighed and took a seat on the edge of the bed. “I didn’t wake you or Dean, did I?” you asked.
“Dean is still asleep, but I was already up,” Sam replied.
You groaned and sat up. “I woke you. I’m sorry.”
Sam chuckled and shook his head. “No, you didn’t.”
“You don’t have to lie to me, Sam,” you said with a smirk on your face.
“Don’t have to,” he replied, smirking back at you.
You let out a sigh and held your face in your hands for a moment. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, trying to slow down your fast heart rate. There was another loud boom from thunder, which caused you to jump. You could hear Sam’s soft chuckle.
“Shut up,” you muttered.
“Sorry,” he snickered.
“No, you’re not,” you countered.
“Oh, please, Y/N, could you ever forgive me?” he whined.
“I could, but I don’t plan to.” Even in the dark he could see your mischievous smile.
“That’s a shame.”
“Can I stay with you tonight please?” you asked softly.
Sam smiled at you and nodded his head. “Take my hand. I’ll lead you back.” You pulled the covers off of your legs and stood up, and Sam gave you his hand. You wrapped your arms around his forearm and shuffled your feet forward as Sam moved along. Your nervousness seemed to lessen with Sam next to you. The only light you saw in the hallways was that of Sam’s flashlight; everything else was completely black.
The rain pounded on the roof, and the thunder boomed again. You counted the number of steps you took and the turns you came to. You were almost there. Then Sam stopped to open a door.
“After you,” he said, holding out the flashlight, shining it into his bedroom. You took a few cautious steps forward, and felt around for the bed. The door shut, and arms wrapped around your waist. You couldn’t help but jump by the sudden contact.
Sam laughed and you could feel his laughter. “Come on, lay down,” he said softly. It was almost a whisper, and it sent chills running down your spine. He pushed you forward and your knees made contact with part of the bed frame.
You crawled into bed and crawled across to the other side. You pulled the covers back and got settled while Sam crawled in after you. You were kind of embarrassed of how you were afraid of storms, but neither of the boys picked on you for it. You pulled the covers over you and laid your head onto the pillow.
Another boom of thunder and you jumped yet again. You felt warmth against your body, and Sam’s hand was on your stomach. He pulled you in towards him and you held on to his arm. You turned on your other side so you could face.
His eyes were closed, but you knew that he was still awake. “Sam?” you whispered.
His eyes fluttered open and he looked down at you. “What?” he replied, reaching over to brush a piece of hair out of your face.
“Tell me something.”
He cupped your face and smiled. He looked up at the ceiling and you could tell he was thinking. His eyebrows were always furrowed when he was thinking. “Okay,” he started, “Do you wanna know something about thunder?” he asked you.
“Sure,” you whispered back.
“You know how parents always tell their kids ridiculous lies about thunder to get them to stay calm?”
You giggled softly and nodded your head. “Are you going to do that to me? Cause I don’t think that’s gonna work very well. I know better.”
He smiled at you. “You know me too well.”
“Well, what do you expect? I’ve been working with you guys for nearly a year and a half now.”
“True.” He paused for a moment. He caressed your face and you leaned into his touch. You let out a sigh, and rested against his chest.
You wrapped your arms around him and clutched his tee shirt. You felt him rest his chin on top of your head, and you could’ve sworn he kissed the top of your head at one point. You two laid like that for fifteen minutes, and by that point, you were sure the storm was over. You didn’t hear any more thunder or rain.
You pushed away from Sam and went to leave the room. Sam — even though he was dead asleep moments earlier — sat straight up in bed. “Where are you going?” he asked.
You pointed towards the door. “Storm’s over. I’m headed back to my room,” you replied. “Thanks for letting me stay in here. Sorry to bother you.”
He threw his legs over the side of his bed and walked towards you. “Don’t go,” he said with what you could’ve sworn was a pleading tone. He took your hand. “Just stay here tonight.”
You looked down at your hands. “I’ve bothered you enough.”
“No, you haven’t.”
“I said you don’t have to lie to me, Sam,” you said in a playful tone.
He looked at you with a solemn expression. “I told you I don’t have to. Stay with me,” he replied with a serious tone.
You sighed. “Are you sure?”
“Positive.” You stayed put where you were; you felt as if you were staying longer than you should have. “I’ll carry you back to bed if you don’t come right now.”
You widened your eyes in surprise. That was the last thing you expected Sam to say. You didn’t say anything, and Sam kept true to his word. Since you still hadn’t moved an inch, he picked you up off of the ground and carried you back to bed.
Sam held you closer than he did before, and you faced him again. You had never seen him act this way before. You should’ve let him get back to sleep, but your curiosity was too strong for you to wait until morning. “Sam?” you whispered.
“Yes, Y/N?” he whispered back.
“You still haven’t told me something.”
He chuckled softly. “Right. I completely forgot.” He paused for a moment. “The sound of the thunder — when it was still storming — yeah, that was actually the angels moving their furniture around.”
You laughed so loud that you were risking waking up Dean. You knew for a fact that you wouldn’t want to wake Dean up at close to two in the morning. “You have got to be kidding me!” you exclaimed softly, still laughing.
“I knew that would make you laugh,” Sam said, obviously proud of himself. It was like he smiled bigger and brighter whenever he made you laugh.
You quit laughing, but the smile still hadn’t left your face. You reached up and cupped his face, running your fingers across his lips. You could feel the smile on his smooth lips. “I wish you would smile more,” you whispered.
“I would say the same thing about you,” he replied. There was silence between you two then, but you still hadn’t let go of his face. He grabbed hold of your arm and just held it. He didn’t move your arm or anything; you felt him lean into your touch like you had done with him earlier.
“Can I be honest with you, Y/N?” he asked.
You felt your pulse quicken. “I would really appreciate it if you were honest with me, Sam. What is it?” you answered hesitantly.
“I love storms.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Is that a big secret of yours or something?”
“It’s because I know you get scared. You always come to me. I sleep better with you by my side.”
Your confused expression turned to one of surprise, and your cheeks flushed with redness. “S- Sam,” you stammered.
“It’s true, Y/N. You…you help me sleep peacefully. At least with you by my side at night, I know that you’re safe. I can wrap my arm around you, and that way I know that you’re okay.”
You couldn’t believe anything you were hearing. Sam Winchester…out of all people. Everything really seemed to click together at that point. All of the little hints that Dean had been throwing at you over the last few months, the lingering glances from Sam, and the way Sam’s face lit up every time he saw you.
You knew that you felt the same way, and you had to convince yourself that you weren’t dreaming this time. You had to tell yourself that this was really was happening. “I have feelings for you,” you blurted out.
Sam just stared at you with a soft expression. He cupped your face again, and brought his lips to yours. His lips were soft and gentle, and he tasted vaguely like mint toothpaste. When he pulled away, you kept your eyes closed; you were scared that you would wake from your dream.
“Tell me I’m not dreaming,” you whispered, mostly talking to yourself.
Sam chuckled and pecked you on the lips again. “I promise you’re not dreaming,” he assured you.
The corners of your lips turned up into a small smile.
“We really should try to get some sleep, Y/N,” Sam pointed out.
With the smile still on your face, you wrapped your arms around him tighter and laid against him. You closed your eyes and focused on the rhythm of his breathing. You felt safe with his arms around, and it seemed that the feeling was mutual between you two. You certainly felt better with him sleeping by your side at night.