#sam drabbles

[supernaturalfreewill]

reader pronouns: she/her The hunter Sam had just met and was standing with nudged him with his elbow as the front door opened. You stepped in, looking around a little sheepishly as if hoping to see someone you knew. "Holy shit," the hunter said, his eyes fixed on you as walked into the party.

"Hmm?" Sam hummed, unsure what exactly had this guy remarking on your arrival.

"You know who that is?" When there was no recognition on Sam's face, he went on. "Ya ever hear what happened down in Texas a couple years ago with that vamp nest? Where a hunter died?"

Sam nodded. "Oh, yeah. Yeah, I remember that. That was super sad. What was his name? Max... Max something."

The hunter nodded. "Yeah. That was her partner," he said, nodding toward you. "She was there when it happened."

Sam felt a pang of empathy in his chest, heavy and sharp between his lungs. "That's terrible," he said.

"Yeah. Man, you'd never guess how broken she is just by looking at her though, right?" He shot Sam a cocky smile. "I mean, damn. She's fine as hell. Maybe the dead partner thing will make it easier," he laughed. "She's probably feeling vulnerable, you know? I should probably shoot my shot." He gave Sam a conspiratorial smile but he was met with a wall of distaste and disgust.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

He shrugged and scoffed, trying to brush it off. "What?"

"You're talking about something traumatic that happened to her and hoping it'll help get you laid? Fuck off. If I see you trying to talk to her, I'm gonna punch you out," Sam said. He gave the guy a final glare, and walked off to find you.

It didn't take long. You were standing alone in one corner with a beer bottle clutched in your hands, anxiously picking at the label. Sam walked right up to you. "Hey," he said. "I'm Sam. I feel like I've seen you around before," he said, giving you a tight smile. "You come to these hunter things often?"

You gave him a small smile and cocked an eyebrow at him. "Sam. Sam Winchester?" you asked.

He laughed. "Yeah, but don't make any judgements before you get to know me."

"No problem there," you said, offering him your hand. "I'm Y/N."

He gave you a broad smile that seemed to warm you up. "Great to meet you."

Prompt:"You would never guess how broken she is by just looking at her."

[k9effect]

Currently thinking about how Viper would have handled that first night after the hop 31 accident

Mike stared deep into his coffee with half lidded, glassy eyes. It looked like the dark sea, the froth from the creamer an eerie resemblance of sea foam. For a moment he got lost in it. Imagining what Pete had been through.

"Mike." A gentle and familiar voice pulled him from his thoughts. "You look like shit."

Mike forced a breath out his nose, half-hearted and humourless. He knew how he looked. Dark bags haunting the underside of his eyes. Drowning under the pressure of the piles of paperwork, a destroyed fighter jet, one of his students dead and another under medical surveillance.

So, yeah, he looked like shit.

He scrubbed a hand over his face.

"If you came in here to tell me that, Jes, you should have saved yourself the effort." Viper's voice was gravelly, raw.

Jester closed the door behind him as he stepped into the threshold of Viper's office. He crossed his arms as he leaned back against the door.

"Did you even go home last night?" Rick asked, eyeing the takeaway containers and the empty coffee pot that Mike had been refilling.

Mike dropped his hand to lay his flat palm against the table top.

He shook his head.

He had called Mary close to seven o'clock to tell her that he wouldn't be home until much later. She had called his office at one in the morning asking if he would be home at all. He had said he wasn't sure and next thing he knew she was showing up on base with the leftovers from the previous night in takeaway containers. She sat with him for an hour while he explained everything, even getting her to read over one of his reports as he wasn't exactly trusting his eyes this late at night.

She had tried to get him to come home but he couldn't. He had to be on base in case something happened to Pete. He couldn't leave him.

Instead she opted to curl up on his two seater lounge he had in his office and stay by his side while he worked. She drifted off for a few hours before rousing and pulling him from his desk and to the sofa. Mike managed to get maybe an hour's worth of uncomfortable, fitful sleep before he was waking back up and returning to work. His neck and back were paying the price for the uncomfortable sleeping position.

Mary had left just after six o'clock, needing to be back home to get ready for her own job. She told him that she would be back as soon as she could and to give her updates on 'their boy'.

Pete was always, and continued to be, their boy. Even if he didn't know it.

Something inside Mike had shattered seeing Pete passed out from the adrenaline crash and exhaustion of it all, looking so small in that big hospital bed. Mike's heart broke, knowing that Pete would wake up to a Goose-less world, his best friend ripped from his life. He knew that feeling all too well. He wishes he could have protected Pete from this fate. It was a tough fate.

He knew Pete wasn't at fault for the crash, anyone with a brain could see that. But the Navy had it out for Pete, all because of his father and his sacrifice.

So, if Mike doctored the reports just a little to swing the odds more in Maverick's favour -to keep him in a cockpit, where he belongs - it was no one's business but his.

"He'll be okay." Jester reassured. "I know we… we lost Goose. But Maverick. He's going to pull through. He'll be okay, Mike."

Viper breathed through his nose deeply.

"I almost lost him too… I promised his dad I'd take care of him." Mike grimaced at the memory of Duke Mitchell and the drunken night all those years ago where they promised to take care of each other's families if anything happened to the other. He had tried his best to stick to that promise. Had helped Rosie Mitchell when her grief was too much and she couldn't provide for herself, let alone her six year old son. He helped put Pete through school so she could save what money Duke had left them. But inevitable, Rosie joined Duke far too soon and Mike was helpless when they took Pete away. "I've done a pretty shit job of it."

"How about we go see him. Nurse said he was starting to wake up." Jester offered.

Mike nodded.

Yes, seeing him would help ease the quaking in his heart.

[bisquequick]

Can we um. Get some anidala fingering. Maybe she sucks on his fingers a little. I know he didn’t get that mechanical hand for nothing

Anon, your MIND. This is five (runon, so much punctuation, god Sam get a grip) sentences but I wrote this in like 10 minutes and just went with it, I hope you don’t mind, and uh let’s just all hold hands on this one? It’s my first time writing Anidala 😵‍💫

“Open,” Anakin says, his two fingers resting on her bottom lip; his voice rumbles against her back, low and commanding, sending a spark of desire straight to her cunt, the way it always does when he talks to her like this. Padme can’t help but part her lips obligingly, her tongue swirling and sucking around the cool metal until it warms in her mouth. It’s always the same when he plunges them inside her—a gasped “Ani, please” as his fingers crook upwards, hitting that spot inside her only he knows, her toes curling, her back arching against him—as he mercilessly brings her to the brink of ecstasy before withdrawing them again just as she's about to come. She almost cries out from the loss of feeling so full, still gasping for breath when Anakin—and he is still Anakin to her, despite both of them irrevocably changing in this new galactic order—gestures dismissively towards the clone standing at attention next to the throne. “Tell Senator Organa the Empress will see him now.”

Feel free to send me an NSFW headcanon and I'll write a 5-sentence ficlet here!

[tundra1029]

A/N: This song gives out sad and fluffy vibes that i can imagine a neglected!Reader x who ever you want as a s/o. Im hyperfixated with Wednesday tv series so i will set this in one of the dorms at Nevermore. Could be g!n/male/fem reader, just a lil sad prompt.

You were in your room and cleaning it alone while music is playing in the background, trying to drown the noise outside.

You look at your bedside table to see your picture with your s/o, you stare for a moment as the memories of the day when it was taken flashes in your eyes and you smile sadly.

You close your eyes and start swaying your body to the melody that is springing your emotion that were kept deep inside your chest while sweeping the floor. a tear start running down your cheek as you try to drown out the sad memories with the good ones, convincing yourself they are just busy, that the reason why they are pushing you away is more important than you. You pause yourself as you thought of that and shakes your head as if to get rid of your thoughts. No, they love you of course you are important to them.... Are you?

You stop in your tracks and bit your lip as you put aside the broom and sit down on your bed as you think of the last few weeks where your s/o kept ignoring you and refuse to hang out with you as they are "busy". You bury your face into your hands as you tremble, music drowning your sobs.

A/N: i ended up doing a drabble while listening to the song instead of a prompt. But basically this is just reader realizing their situation and having a mental breakdown.

Tag: @i984

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Sam Drabbles

Sam x reader

Headaches

Long Time, No See

Crazy

Super Villians

Big Guy

Love & War

Small Spaces, Big Fears

[ariannnawinchester]

A Winchester Christmas

This year was different. They actually had a home. Even a fucking tree. A real pine tree. The fresh, woodsy scent tickled his nose every time he walked to the bookshelf. Sam would never admit it. But he loved it. The way everything made him feel. He felt warm inside. For the first time in a long while. It was worth it. The two hours Dean drove to get the last tree.

It was an absolute contrast to the Christmas’ he’d grown up with. Grocery store fried chicken (if they were lucky) and a plastic, table top tree that Dean probably stole from the front desk. It wasn’t ideal but Dean tried. And, that was enough.

It was that one year, Sam recalled like the back of his hand, that John cried for Mary over a bottle of Jack to ease the pain of missing her. It was then that Sam realized what Christmas was about. It wasn't about what he ate or what tree he had to decorate or even where they stayed (the foul Scarlet room motel was by far the worst in Sam’s books). It was about having his brother by his side- blood pumping and chest heaving. And, his father. He tried his best. Sam knows that now. He was a good man dealt a bad hand of cards.

That’s when Sam began to wonder. He wondered about what it would be like to be a father. If he’d be a good one. He knew for sure that Dean would be great. But, no matter what he thought, it wasn’t in their destiny. It was never meant to be. The white picketed fences and freshly baked cookies. That dream ended with Jess.

“Sammy.” Dean’s voice dragged him away from his thoughts, “I bought an actual chicken. No nuggets, no patties. We’re going to feast.”

Sam chuckled, an appreciative smile crawled it’s way onto his face at his brother’s delight. He set down the book in his hand- ‘A Christmas Carol’

“So, you went all out huh?”

“Heck yeah!”

That’s when it finally settled. The last piece to his puzzle. His life might not be what he wanted or what he expected. But, it was alright. It turned out just fine. Despite it all. All he ever really needed to feel fulfilled, was his smartass bigger brother.

“Merry Christmas Dee.”

A/N: Merry Christmas Everyone. I hope it’s blessed and incredibly enjoyable. Lots of love. Ari.

[fictionalabyss]

Sam x Reader prompt: "I wasn't lying when I said I love you. I mean, cmon, I shared my coffee with you! I don't do that for just ANYBODY!" The fluffiness is REAL with this one xD

You sat there, staring at him in shock. This couldn’t be real. “You’re serious?”

He chuckled awkwardly from where he was, on the floor. “I wasn’t lying when I said I love you. I mean, c’mon. I shared my coffee with you! I don’t do that for just anybody!”

“Sam-”

“Don’t make me ask you again.” He teased.

You smiled, and gave him a nod. “Yes.”

His soft smile turned into a massive grin. “Yeah?”

“Yes.”

He slipped the ring over your finger before pulling you down to him, arms around each other, both kneeling on the floor of the quaint restaurant. The one he had driven you 5 hours to get to, since it had been where you had your first date. Now you knew why he insisted. “I love you.” He breathed out again.

“I love you too. But.. Sam?”

“Yeah?” He pulled back to look into your eyes.

“My tea isn’t as good as I expected it to be.. Can I-”

He laughed. “Yeah, you can have my coffee.” You smiled as his lips pressed to your forehead.

[just-another-winchester]

Sam, fluff, Hershey bar :)

@impala-dreamers-mainfrigginblog

A/N- I genuinely enjoyed writing this one, so much so that I am putting it in front of the three of the drabbles. Thanks for the submission Beka!!!

“Sammy?” You asked softly,

“Yeah?” Sam Winchester asked softly as you both relaxed happily in bed.

“What’s your favorite color?” You asked, he shrugged.

“I dunno,” He said, “Never really thought about it. Why?” He asked,

You shook your head. “Just… don’t like the silence.” You muttered.

“What’s your favorite candy?” You asked him, looking up you could see a smile stretching across his lips.

“What’s yours?” He averted the question, sending it straight back to you. You gave him a semi dirty look as you sighed.

“Hershey’s. I like hershey bars.” You answered.

That was over two months ago, you had both been buzzed and tired, so you assumed Sam had forgotten.

You were wrong.

Your period had started only two days ago and you were the kind of girl who had one emotion per day. Day one was anger… poor Dean. He really didn’t deserve to be hit with a frying pan. It definitely helped you feel a little better.

Day two was anxiety, it felt like everything was going wrong and the world was against you. You accidentally burned the bacon at breakfast, you spilled coffee all over both men, and you weren’t even going to talk about what happened when you had a little alone time.

Lets just say it ended with a very concerned Sam while Dean laughed at the picture of you with a strainer on your head.

Today you were depressed. You’d woken up beside Sam and broke into sobs immediately, stirring him from his sleep.

“What is it, why are you crying?” Sam demanded, turning over and pulling you close to him, concern in his green eyes as you sobbed into his chest.

“It’s just… I, you’re so pretty!” you cried loudly as Sam gave you a look of sympathy.

It took Sam an hour to calm you down, and after that you were so emotionally exhausted that you went back to sleep cradled in his arms.

Sam had things to do that day, so he begrudgingly laid you down on the bed and let you sleep alone while he went out.

You woke up only a few hours later to an empty bed beside you, you were ready to begin sobbing again before you spied something on the pillow beside you.

It was a bar, wrapped in dark brown. You reached out and picked it up, it made a crinkle sound as you looked at the bold word HERSHEY’S across the front of the package. A little silver part in the top left corner read XL.

You threw the covers off your body and ran out of the room, not even bothering to change into something other than a pair of mini shorts and Sam’s ridiculously large flannel.

Your sock feet padded against the carpet of the bunker as you ran into the main room, the mahogany tables stretched in front of you as your handsome boyfriend sat at the end, his eyes studied the screen of his laptop as you approached, holding the hershey bar.

He looked up at you and a smile lit up his face, the green orbs looking down and spying the candy in your hand.

“I see you got my gift.” He grinned up at you. You nodded and Sam adjusted in his seat, glancing back at the laptop before his eyes met yours again.

“What?” He asked, “Is something wrong?” dumb question.

You shook your head at him, holding the hershey bar up in both hands.

“You remembered.” You muttered to him, tears sliding down your cheeks as he stood from his seat and moved to wrap you in his arms.

“Hey, of course I remembered, hershey’s are your favorite right? I thought you could use a little surprise.” He shrugged, rubbing your back soothingly as you tossed the hershey bar onto the table and wrapped your arms around him.

“Oh my god, I love you.” You sobbed into his chest, earning a mild chuckle from Sam.

“I love you too Y/N.” He said.

It was true, you loved each other so much. This small gesture was one of your favorite things about Sam.

For a such a big guy, Sammy was a pro at the little things.

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