contents & disclaimers: puppy dog sam(?), clingy sweetheart sam, not set in any particular season, fluff, intended lowercase, cheesy writing, suggestive themes, not proofread
a/n: i wrote this while listening to this, ive been thinking of this concept since his bday, also this is slightly inspired by a post i saw a while ago but i seriously do not remember what it was called, also this took me hours. sigh
sleepy!sam who hugs you from behind and tucks his face into your shoulder when he's tired
sleepy!sam who is really freaking warm.. making him perfect to nap with! :D
sleepy!sam who loves it when you let him nap with his head on your chest and you play with his hair
sleepy!sam who chronically drools, and is self-conscious of the fact
sleepy!sam who is the most adorable guy when he wakes up
sleepy!sam who (despite being sleepy) either needs 900 mg of caffeine to stay awake or 900 mg of melatonin to stay asleep, there's no in between
when sam wasn't getting up you smacked his ass to get him up and moving and he was pissed at you for the rest of the week.. lol
when sam was sleeping you took a photo of him and when he found it he was so embarrassed :(
sleepy!sam who loves cuddling with you. loves it. he loves laying on you and spooning you especially, but he isn't picky when it comes to how you guys cuddle.
sleepy!sam who gets paranoid that he's just a bit too big for you, especially when he engulfs you with all 6'4 of him. "'m i getting too heavy, baby?" he'd look up at you and ask with his big puppy eyes, and even if he was, you'd shake your head no and tell him he wasn't because how could you say no to him?
sleepy!sam who sleeps face down typically which is so cute because.. because it is idk
contents: dual pov kinda but most of this is from sam’s pov, angst with a happy ending, corny writing, tiny tumblr font, set in s2/s3, christian imagery and christian themes, violence, not based on any episode, some things don’t make a lot of sense but we ball, not entirely canon, intended lowercase
disclaimers: poorly proofread and horribly paced. nothing in this is generated by ai, i don’t fuck with ai
a/n: thank you to my lovely @veliouris for requesting this 💙 full version of this drabble! enjoy!
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sam repositioned himself on the motel's dusty floor, his knees numb and indented by the carpet. his throat was raw and his mouth was cotton at this point, but that was disregarded, since all he could think about was you.
he missed you.
and yes, dean had warned him not to get so attached, since "angels are avoidant" in his words. but he ignored the warning, and now look where he was.
he'd been clutching his rosary so hard that the beads had left uncomfortable marks in his palms. he'd whispered multiple prayers, the hushed words coming out sloppy and rushed.
"please, y/n, we really need your help, i don't know how much we have left in us, and with dean going to hell, i'm really gonna need your assistance soon." he looked down from the dull ceiling, his gaze defeated and his faith drained out of him.
he got up and washed his hands, eager to get the feeling of filth off. there was nothing physically on them, just praying to you left a bad taste in his mouth, since he's the reason you haven't appeared recently.
dean asks how he's holding up sometimes, since he can tell that you being gone has taken a toll on him.
sam lies to him; he says he's fine, when really he'd do anything for a sign from you.
—
sam picked at his breakfast, not even diner food appealing to him. dean cringed at his low appetite as he shoveled hashbrowns into his mouth, looking at his plate and then back up at him.
"you can have it," sam slides the full plate towards dean, and it stutters on the table's finished wood. he shrugs and picks it up, dumping most of the food onto his plate and mixing it in.
sams face crumples in disgust, his eyebrows knitting together as he leans back.
"what?"
"that's disgusting, dean."
"how is this disgusting??? it's all gonna end up in my stomach anyway."
"you cannot be serious."
"i'm serious."
—
"sam. sam. sam. sammy. sam!" sam jolts upright, blinking away sleep as his eyes darted to dean's shit-eating grin. he groans, and leans back on the headrest.
"not funny." he grumbles, raking his hands down his face in annoyance.
"yeah right, you sound like a chick, sammy." dean snickers in victory, shooting a quick glance over at him.
sam gives him a sleepy-pissed off look in return, his fingers parted to make eye slits. dean lets his brother wake up slightly before pummeling him with the news of their next hunt while the impala's soothing hums almost put him back to sleep.
"anyway, now that you're awake, take a look at this," dean pulls a newspaper clipping out of his pocket and hands it to sam, the car swerving in response to the control loss.
"what is this?" sam mumbles as he looks it over, the words blurred and incoherent.
"six words, sammy. malevolent spirit, haunted house, college town." dean made a sharp turn on an intersection, shifting the two men to the right.
"..hm. so it's like our usual work?"
"yeah, and there's gonna be college girls there too."
sam wrinkles his nose, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion and disgust. he keeps looking over the clipping, scanning for anything else useful.
"and where is this, exactly?" he doesn't look up from the clipping, still searching for any mentions of a state or a town.
"the outskirts of colorado, sammy," dean drums his fingers on the steering wheel mindlessly, trying to catch up with the beat of whatever rock song was playing.
—
sam scribbles something on the notepad next to him, looking up to tell dean this newfound information; just to be met with the unpleasant sight of him making out with a shorter woman.
"dean, can you focus for one second?" sam blinks at him in annoyance, his expression flat and shallow. dean shakes his head and continues his actions, sam rolls his eyes in defeat.
he goes back to what he was doing, taking loose notes and sloppily writing down important dates. he chews up the inside of his cheek, his head pounding from the blaring bar music.
sam heads outside for an air break, the suffocating feeling of the bar stricter than the warm july air. he sits on the curb, staring out into the dark night sky. it's cloudier than usual, thanks to the effects of the recent holiday.
his brain is flooded with the memories of you two, how you would tilt your head when he said something that would confuse you, how you would inspect his computer screen whenever he was researching, and the way you couldn't understand human speech 'rules'.
it hurt to remember those nights with you, when the world felt like it was just you and him, where it felt like he was yours, in a confusing, fucked up way.
—
sam slams the trunk to baby, walking up to the rickety door on the old white house that stood in front of him.
he looked the place over, the unpleasant smell of mildew filling his nose.
he pushes the door open, the old doorknob falling off it and thudding at his feet. he steps past it, and walks into the house.
it's filthy inside, with strange growths speckling the chipped walls. dean follows closely behind him, shining a flashlight.
"ewww," he mumbles, wandering off to a room on the left. sam investigates the mantle of the fireplace, withered family pictures encased in glass picture frames dotting the surface.
he quickly scampers up the stairs, met with three rooms and a bathroom. he looks for something that could help them, instead stumbling on porcelain angel resting on the dresser of a little girls' room.
he chews off the dead skin on his bottom lip, pondering over a slightly unwise idea. he sinks to his knees, clasping his hands. he squeezes his eyes shut, mumbling a prayer underneath his breath.
"please, god, if you can, send y/n back to me."
he gets up and dusts off his jeans, picking his flashlight up just as the sound of something falling and breaking reverberates in the house. he practically flies down the stairs, running to where he heard the noise.
he whipped his head at the sound of a floorboard creaking, abruptly being thrown up against the wall behind him.
he kicks helplessly, gasping for air as he pulls at the invisible strain at his neck; his face turning bright red and his teary eyes going crossed.
the inevitable feeling of death consumes him as his vision fades to black. he tries to wheeze out a prayer, but his lack of breath doesn't do him justice.
he thinks he's entered heaven when the pressure stops, when his lungs fill with air again and his eyes snap open.
but he's in the exact same spot he was previously in. his vision is blurry, and his throat is burning. he glances at his hands, making sure they're real.
"you're welcome." his head flies up, eyes trying to meet the figure that made that voice, your voice.
you're standing there, looking down at him like he's nothing. he blinks a couple times, not believing that was really you.
"you're here," sam forces out, cracking a soft smile.
"you prayed for me," you crouch and start checking his neck for bruising. his face heats up, and laughs awkwardly in attempts to conceal his very obvious attraction.
god, you were always so nice to him.
"yeah, uh i did."
"you should be alright. your neck might be sore for a couple days, and your pulse is slightly weaker than it should be, but other than that, you're in perfect condition."
you got up, offering him your hand.
he gladly takes it. his hand was clammy, but it wasn't unpleasant necessarily.
—
the waitress comes after a bit of comfortable silence, taking the brothers' orders before moving onto you.
"and for you?" the waitress awaited your answer, her pen resting against her notepad.
"uhhh... water." you respond monotonously, your expression cold and stony as always.
sam nudged your arm with his elbow. you force a smile, trying to appease him. when the waitress walked away, he looked over at you.
"would it kill you to even try and act like a human?" sam teased, grinning.
knockin' on heaven's door ! - hunter!dean x deer!hybrid!reader hcs
ft ;; dean winchester, gn!reader
sam ver. ◟ moodboard. ◟ edit. ◟ masterlist.
contents & disclaimers: reader is a hybrid human - don't like don't read, older dean, tender dean, docile dean, dean being a rage-baiter, larger age gap, mention of reader is referred to as dear, mention of dean pulling on readers antlers-- antlers are gn in this, mention of hunting animals, mention of reader going into a heat/rut ( no sexual themes explicitly mentioned ), mention of reader scenting dean, implications of reader being abused, mention of alcohol, light angst if you squint, not set in any particular season, corny writing, intended lowercase, not proofread
a/n: this hcs post is connected to this one. i wrote most of this on my phone and it was so difficult, i applaud mobile writers. also i tried out doing gradient on the "hunter!dean" part, and i took some inspo from a fic i read for the aesthetics part. this hcs post is essentially me testing a bunch of shit out. sorry that this is kinda short, i tried 💔anyway, enjoy!!
hunter!dean who doesn't tend to kill deer anymore while he's hunting, solely because he sees you in them.. if that makes sense
hunter!dean who slides you little packets of salt when you’re at a restaurant, despite sam’s incessant nagging about "sodium levels".
hunter!dean who refers to you as dear to make you mad. he swears its just a term of endearment, but you're pretty sure its because of your hybrid dna.
hunter!dean who has to reassure you consistently that he's not going to hurt you, although he doesn't mind having to do so.
hunter!dean who is so fascinated by your anatomy, shown through him running his fingers along the sides of your antlers sometimes, and admiring your frame.
hunter!dean who loves the way your ears rotate and flick subconsciously. this ties back to him being interested in how your anatomy works
hunter!dean who got very confused when you didn't shed your antlers around wintertime, and was even more confused when you had to explain that deer hybrids don't shed their antlers. that was a long discussion.
hunter!dean who lets you annoyingly butt him with your head, although he has to stop & adjust you sometimes if your antlers get in the way.
hunter!dean who’ll tug on your antlers if he’s standing behind you, mostly because he thinks it’s cute. he won’t tug hard, but enough to irritate you.
hunter!dean who offered you a beer once when he was slightly drunk, and then immediately regretted it once you gave him an annoyed look.
hunter!dean who points at deer feed when you guys are at a store and saying "awww you want some?? you want some??"
hunter!dean who was very confused when you first scented him. you rubbed your nose against his shoulder & neck, which wasn’t a new sensation for him (😉), but it was different when it was coming from you. (especially with the added context)
hunter!dean who gets very awkward when you have a heat/rut. it’s not that he’s disgusted or anything, he just gets awkward because he doesn’t know how to help. he tries though, checking in with you every now and then if you need anything.
hunter!dean who helps you with anything he can, such as grabbing things that are too high up for you, or massaging your neck & back. (for explanation with this hc, if a human had antlers they would need more strength in their back and neck to support the antlers.)
imagines ✧
you butting your head against him when sam is explaining lore to him, and your antler pokes the side of his boob so he readjusts your head positioning
when you first stumbled upon the brothers (or more specifically dean in this case), you were dirty, bruised, and malnourished. dean tilted his head at you and held out his hand, palm face down, and asked you for your name, to which the rest is history lol
you poking your head out of the window when you're riding in the impala with him, and him being enamored with it
dean standing behind you while you two are getting orders from sam, and him tugging your antlers backwards, and grinning at you when you look up at him
contents & disclaimers: puppy dog sam, sweetheart sam, lady magnet sam (nothing new lmao), whiny sam, unintentionally neglectful sam, popularish sam, set pre-show, mentions of anxiety, mentions of sports related anger, mentions of alcohol & cannabis, not canon compliant, suggestive themes, intended lowercase, not proofread, corny writing
a/n: now that i’m writing this i’m starting to realize this concept is basically just dean forester.. lol.. 😔. this is so bad ngl 💔 i still have an essay due but i wrote this instead LMAO. also, bugs are fucking everywhere rn. enjoy!!!
basketball!sam who in his first year, got coined as the campus 'lady-killer' because he accidentally hooked up with a girl who had a 2 year long relationship. oops. he also attracted ladies literally everywhere he went. he was basically a sex symbol, lol.
basketball!sam who would definitely listen to corny hype music (specifically music from the rocky movies, no i will not elaborate)
basketball!sam who somehow has the smallest biggest ego known to man. he's the most self-confident insecure person, essentially
basketball!sam who smoked weed and drank alcohol (like any other college student), however, he only smoked on weekends (if at all), and only drank at parties.
basketball!sam who would've totally owned blue light glasses if they actually existed when he was in college
basketball!sam who insists you come to his games, because according to him, you’re his 'good luck charm'
basketball!sam who is super sore after his games, so he whines about his sore muscles until you massage him.
basketball!sam who is also very sleepy after games, so he gives you his puppy dog eyes instead of actually asking you if you guys can cuddle.
basketball!sam who has crippling pre-game anxiety. it’s horrendous. he paces around his room, chewing his nails off, & you eventually try to calm him down because you can't stand to see him so stressed :(
basketball!sam who studies right after practices. an upside to this is that he lets you sit on his lap while he does so.
basketball!sam who is paranoid about being neglectful towards you, especially since he's so busy all the time :(
basketball!sam who even though he's far from being well off, will buy you anything if he physically can. even if it leaves his bank account at 3 cents.
basketball!sam who remembers everything about you somehow, almost like the bumblebee tights vibes?
basketball!sam who gets extremely frustrated when he loses a game. he doesn't get violent, but he becomes snappy and brash. he doesn't try to snap at you, but there's been a couple times where he has. he usually apologizes through handwritten notes.
basketball!sam who after the season is over, he likes to 'make up' for your lost time. specifically movie dates, picnic dates, and those kinds of dates. 😉
contents & disclaimers: smart dean (omg!1!1!1), sweetheart dean, non-alcoholic dean, age gap, reader is referred to as naive & oblivious, mentions of ‘bambi’ as a pet name, suggestive material, not canon compliant (this is an au btw), intended lowercase, corny writing, not proofread
a/n: the title is a reference to the lana song, i do not intend or wish to sexualize the lolita book itself. enjoy!
professor!dean who had a near heart attack when he overheard your friend joking about how you had a crush on him
professor!dean who knows it’s wrong to have romantic relations with you, since you’re his student technically, but the heart wants what the heart wants 🤷♀️
professor!dean who insists that you stay educated on just about anything. you complain about hating going to class & studying, and he reprimands you for it. (go figure)
professor!dean who helps you with your classes by talking you through them, and calming you down quickly when you get frustrated
professor!dean who nods and makes eye contact while you’re talking to him about something, particularly if it’s stressing you.
professor!dean who does the little "hey, shhh, shh, shh" thing that mothers do to their kids when you're overwhelmed
professor!dean who doesn’t enjoy drinking all too much, but occasionally does it if you or sammy want him to indulge in a couple drinks
professor!dean who lets you play with his watch (and just his arm in general) while he's reading or grading papers
professor!dean who thinks your naivety is cute, although he does wish that you weren’t as oblivious as you are
professor!dean who calls you 'bambi' in private, and has almost let it slip when he calls on you
professor!dean who definitely wears reading glasses & chews on pens 🤤
professor!dean who smells woody but also ocean-y??
professor!dean who uses the spearmint chapstick & pairs that with spearmint gum
professor!dean who is suuuuch a good kisser like he is a slow but steady fella
imagines ✧
dean told you stay after his lecture was over, said you two needed to discuss your last essay. 😉
dean purposely moved your seat close to his desk. he said it was because ‘he saw you squinting at the screen'.
you doing homework in deans apartment, sitting at the table while you work on literature assignments while he’s cooking
contents & disclaimers: omegaverse content - don’t like don’t read, bratty dean, whiny dean, puppy dog dean, submissive(ish) dean, dean being docile & domestic aww, reader doesn’t have a specified second gender ( but alpha reader is implied ), mentions of non-sexual studding, light angst, john being a horrible father ( nothing new ), mentions of baby fever, not set in any particular season, non canon compliant, very suggestive material, intended lowercase, corny writing, not proofread
a/n: i am in no way trying to feminize dean. also, this is my first time actually writing a/b/o content, and it probably has inaccuracies, so don’t be too harsh-- i couldn't find any actual info on non-sexual studding, so i tried my best. this is very inspired by tiktoks & tumblr posts ive seen!!!! enjoy!
omega!dean was almost studded by john growing up. after sam presented as an alpha, john pressured and humiliated dean in such a way that he almost studded. he didn't though, which resulted in even more humiliation from john.
omega!dean who uses scent suppressants to an unhealthy extent. he's used them everyday since he first presented, taking minimal breaks, thanks to john.
omega!dean who was embarrassed to tell you that he was an omega, and only told you because you two were planning on getting intimate, and he had to awkwardly admit he didn't have.. erm.. alpha characteristics?
omega!dean who after you two mated, he wasn't so ashamed of his rank because now this meant he was yours in a way??? i can't describe it
omega!dean hates being told "no" by you, or being rejected by you. if you shut down an idea he had, he gets very worked up about it and it affects him way more than it probably should.
omega!dean who would rather signal to you rather than say something. for example, he doesn't like to tell you he's in (sexual) heat, which is extremely painful for him.
omega!dean loves cooking for you. its not always great, but its the thought and love that counts.
omega!dean who definitely scents everything you own. you reek of that man.
omega!dean is such a fucking brat sometimes. if you try to help him out with something, he can be very smarty about things. he does this so you can chew him out
omega!dean who lets you boss him around, especially if you're an alpha (he also likes it if you get what i mean)
omega!dean had accidentally been hit by you once during a hunt, and it made him discover some things about himself.
omega!dean signifies his pre-heat by nuzzling against you frequently, and does his own little version of nesting??? he basically just keeps one of your possessions on him at all times. (this could be something else, feel free to correct me respectfully!)
omega!dean signifies his sexual-heat by grinding against you while you two are hugging, and horrid baby fever.
omega!dean gets very sick when he's in heat. he becomes nauseous when food is brought up, and is extremely hot.. and i think you can imagine how this sickly state is.. tended to, for lack of better wording
omega!dean who's scent is like gourmand-y? it’s something between coconut pie and meringue.
omega!dean who's slick tastes like key lime pie 🥧, i will not be elaborating
