The long stretch of midnight road reached into the velvety distance with no interruption. Intermittently, street lamps set soft golden spot lights on the wet tarmac. The ambient radiance barely illuminated the surrounding area, but gave just enough way to show the looming silhouette of the giant trees hedging the highway. Constant Northwest rain cascaded upon the car in waves with gentle persistence. The soothing drum of the drops against the metal roof lilt just above the soft rock humming through the cabin.
You covered a yawn, head snuggled against the chilled pain of glass. The faint issue of your breath whispered along the window creating thin streaks of fog that disappeared before you could inhale. A draft of mild heat reached your cheeks from the vent despite the setting being adjusted to the floor.The tight natural cold of the air cloaking the car mingled with the inner warmth creating a thick blanket of comfort that leadened your eyelids and sapped the strength from your body. This time the height of your yawn drew the attention of the equally silent driver.
“How much longer till we get to where Dean was zapped?” You asked deciding to break the quiet.
“Still a day or so.” Sam swallowed, his voice stuck to his throat with the length of silence weighing it down.
You hummed in response, echoing his hushed reply. “Why Canada? You’d think the angels would be polite enough to observe our inconveniences.”
Sam’s lips tightened, head pulling back in a single show of amusement. A street light flitted through the cabin, touching his features in a fleeting instance. You soaked in the moment. Elbow propped on the door, he absently rubbed his forefinger of his upper lip, thumb trading off to trace the straight line of his jaw. His amber eyes fixed into the void beyond, unknowingly exposing his penchant for musing over troubled thoughts privately. You traced the muscular lines of his forearms exposed by his hastily rolled back flannel sleeves. His strong hand fell over the top of the steering wheel loosely, long fingers dangling without strength as he kept the wheel steady with the heel of his hand.
The gentle rocking of the car spurred another yawn. Your muscles tightened, trembling slightly before relaxing, letting blood rush into your limbs only inviting another lengthy yawn. Sam glanced towards you in concern. His lips parted slightly, but before he could speak you unfastened your seatbelt and lay across the bench nestling your head on his thigh. He froze beneath you, then shifted ever so gently. Your bent legs leaned against the back rest comfortably.
“Is this okay?” You hummed not bothering to open your eyes.
“Ye-yeah.”
You smiled picturing his surprise.
“Are… are you comfortable?” A note of fluster laced his tone as he awkwardly moved both hands to the steering wheel attempting to find the best way to position himself.
“Very.” You purred flipping inward on the seat, forehead pressing against his hip. “You have a very comfy lap.”
“Go-good.” He swallowed, “I’m- glad.”
A radio classic filled the conversation end. Laying in a satisfying still, you absorbed the ambience. The lilting duet of rain and music, the rock of the long highway, cradled body and mind as the tender tendrils of heat curled around your skin.The scent of pine seeping into the cabin from the shadow forest damned the Impala’s musk of aged leather, but neither reached your nose when you snuggled closer Sam’s body. You focused on his mild scent, a bright, but earthy tone that brought sunshine to your mind. You were nearly captive to the greedy grasp of sleep when a gentle touch caressed your temple. Lightly, tenderly, Sam’s long fingers brushed the hair from temple to the spot behind your ear, just before your nape. He continued his soft ministrations, with slow deliberation, letting the strands of your hair slip between each finger. Your brows pinched together unable to smother the reverence at the supernal gesture. Bound by the euphoria, you struggled to stay awake, intent on parsimoniously absorbing every ounce of the feeling. But, Sam’s fingers wove the seduction of sleep into your consciousness, until you dreamt of his touch against your temple, then tipped into the nullity of contented emptiness.
Warnings: Extremely romantic fluff. May cause emotions and physical responses such as unwanted tears and the need to snuggle.
A/N: This is for the lovely @d-s-winchester as entry in her Fall In Love With Fall Challenge. My prompt was the picture used below. I also used “Kiss Me” by Ed Sheeran as inspiration as well as some lyrics in the fic. I hope you all enjoy.
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Y/N sat by the motel window, knees to her chest, tears spilling silently. It wasn’t a cry for attention or from pain, it was a cleanse; a release of all the pent rage and stress from weeks on the road.
She tried to stay as quiet as possible, didn’t want to wake the boys, they needed to sleep; but her deep, staccato breaths broke through Sam’s dreams and he rolled over towards her silhouette. Her face was hidden by the darkness of the room, but the flickering orange burn of the streetlights outside set her outline aglow.
“Y/N?” He whispered, his voice cracking from sleep as he sat up on one elbow and squinted into the dark.
She wiped at her eyes and let out a breath, conjuring up a smile as she met his eyes. “Hey,” she whispered back. “Did I wake you?”
Sam nodded, but he wasn’t angry to be woken, and only concern filled his face.
“Sorry,” Y/N said, trying to smile again, but as she looked at Sam, her shoulders fell. Her lip began to shake again, and the flood returned. She couldn’t stop it, couldn’t even slow it down; once released, she had to let it all out.
“Hey, no…” Sam scooted back on the bed and lifted the blanket, gently patting the space he’d made next to him. “Come here.”
“I’m OK,” she said, shaking her head and looking away. She wasn’t one to admit defeat, to need attention or ask for it. But Sam knew that she needed it.
“Y/N/N…” He reached out for her and she could not resist the pull any longer.
Slowly, she unfolded herself from the chair and crawled into bed with Sam. Y/N fell instantly against him, hiding her face against his chest as his arms wrapped around her. His chin settled atop her head and he held on tight, letting her cry for as long as she needed.
They didn’t speak, they didn’t need to. Dean’s snores broke the quiet of the room and finally Y/N pulled back a bit, her tears having faded into Sam’s gray pajama top. She ran a hand across the wetness and gave him a shy smile.
“Sorry.”
Sam laughed softly and shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.” His hand slid around to cup her cheek and he brushed away a lingering teardrop with his thumb. “Want to talk about it?”
“No?” She smiled. “Just me being stupid.”
“Not stupid, Y/N. You’re never stupid.” His eyes roamed her face and Y/N got caught up in the wild kaleidoscope, visible even in the faint light trickling in from the window. They were almost fully green in the dark, with a deep blue that cut across each iris like a starburst. Sam’s eyes came back up to meet hers, and a shy smile pulled at his lips. “What?”
“I love you.”
She hadn’t meant to say it, at least not the way it came out. A hundred times in jest or in friendly meaning the words had left her lips, but tonight they said something more. She did love Sam, more than a friend, more than a hunting buddy, more than family. She was in love, and there it was. Maybe it was exhaustion, maybe the emotional drain of hours of crying had pushed her to it, but she couldn’t keep it in any longer.
Sam’s mouth twitched with a smile and surprise. “What?” he asked again, with a nervous laugh.
“I’m sorry,” she said, momentarily wanting to backtrack, to take back the confession. Her heart beat fast and her mind buzzed, and then, she went all in. “Well, no, actually, I’m not sorry. I love you, Sam.”
His cheeks burned bright and Y/N’s face fell. Sam looked down and away for a moment, as if processing everything, trying to find a way to let her down. Y/N closed her eyes, wanting to scream, wanting to run from the room and out into the cold Wisconsin night, to disappear forever. She opened her mouth to speak, to fix what she’d done, but the most incredible thing happened: Sam leaned forward and kissed her. His hand, still on her cheek, held her tight and his lips moved against hers like it was the most natural thing in the world. It was as if their mouths were made to fit against each other; their hearts beat like they’d always been missing the other. Y/N parted her lips and took her first taste of him; he was heat and mint and so perfectly Sam.
When he pulled back, Y/N sucked in a deep breath and looked to him in shock. Again, his thumb brushed her cheek and when he spoke, her heart nearly burst.
“I love you too.”
Settle down with me
Cover me up
Cuddle me in
Lie down with me
And hold me in your arms
And your heart's against my chest, your lips pressed to my neck
I'm falling for your eyes, but they don't know me yet
And with a feeling I'll forget, I'm in love now
Kiss me like you wanna be loved
You wanna be loved
This feels like falling in love
Falling in love
We're falling in love
That first night led to a hundred others, but the lovers took their time. They were so used to the rush and fleeting lust of a one night stand, they reveled in the action of falling in love. They held hands, they joked in the quiet, they made love slowly until their desires were sated and minds eased.
Sam found something in Y/N he hadn't even been looking for, something he had long ago decided he would never have. In Y/N he found a home. He found a friend and a heart that beat just for him. He found a secret smile, and gentle hands that were only his and no one else's. He found hope for a different life; a promise of a future that had never seemed truly attainable.
And in Sam, Y/N was given safety and a selfless love. A man who would beat off any threat, save her from the darkness inside and out, and still run his fingertips gently over her eyelids and kiss her breathless. He was strength and beauty; he was all in with every action, heart and soul.
Life was not easy. The universe cared nothing for their blossoming love, and their happiness was often punctuated with worry and pain. Sweeping caresses were often replaced by heavy hands keeping pressure on gaping wounds, and lustful touches sometimes instead held needles that mended torn skin. But always, they fell back into each other's arms, seeking comfort and warmth; finding a refuge in midnight kisses and whispered ‘I love you’s.
Settle down with me
And I'll be your safety
You'll be my lady
I was made to keep your body warm
But I'm cold as the wind blows so hold me in your arms
My heart's against your chest, your lips pressed to my neck
I'm falling for your eyes, but they don't know me yet
And with this feeling I'll forget, I'm in love now
The sun set in a sea of golden and orange light that lit the world and their faces. Y/N sat on the picnic blanket, wrapped up in Sam, her head on his shoulder as they watched the sun sinking slowly behind the dusky blue mountains, sighing contently as night began to fall.
“This is lovely. Thank you, Sam.” Y/N shifted to kiss his cheek, but he caught her face in his big hand and turned so the kiss landed on his lips instead. It was sweet and warm, filled with all of his love, and she smiled into it, pulling away with a laugh. “You’re so cute,” Y/N whispered, and kissed the tip of his nose.
Sam blushed, ever awkward when she gave him a compliment. After all this time, countless nights spent together in each other’s arms, he still seemed unsure and surprised by her affections.
Y/N sighed, wrapped her arm tighter across his chest, and settled back into him. “Someday,” she said, “you’re going to believe me.”
He laughed and she felt him nod. “Maybe.”
It was the end of a long day that trailed at the end of a longer week. Witches in Wyoming had sent them on a goose-chase for the better part of four days, and they were both exhausted. Still, Sam had taken time to sneak away and plan a little picnic for them up on the hill. He doubted Y/N realized what day it was, as she didn’t mention anything, or ever really hold to such traditions, but he wanted to mark the date.
He had packed a backpack with blankets stolen from the Impala’s trunk, one to sit on and one to snuggle under, and made a secret trip to the store for fruit and cheese and a few other things. The bottle of wine had perplexed him at the store, but he settled on a label that said “sweet”, and Y/N didn’t seem to mind either way. The food didn’t matter, the wine made no difference, she was just happy to sit with Sam in the cool autumn air and relax. The fact that he had planned such an outing made her heart leap, and her cheeks soon burned from the smile she could not get rid of.
As the sun finally hit the mountain top, Sam cleared his throat and fiddled with his jacket pocket, forcing Y/N to sit up off of his chest.
“You OK, baby?” Her smile was so perfect that Sam nearly forgot what he was trying to do.
“Yeah, I’m good.” He nodded and then took a breath. “So, I don’t know if you remember this, but…”
“Oh, God…” Y/N cringed and squinted at him. “What’d I do?”
He laughed and bit the corner of his mouth as he tried to get himself going again. He had been rehearsing in his head all day, slipping like a spy into the bathroom to talk to his reflection, but saying it all out loud was proving difficult. Especially when Y/N kept making him laugh.
“You didn’t do anything,” Sam said, blowing out a quick breath. “Y/N,” he began, trying not to sound like a lawyer addressing the court. “One year ago tonight, you were crying by a window.”
“Oh Sam!” Y/N jumped back and away, covering her surprised gasp with one hand. “I didn’t even realize! I’m so sorry!”
He held up a hand to ask her to stop talking, and she pivoted on the blanket to face him, calming down. “It’s OK. I remembered.” He reached over then and lifted her left hand. “It was one year ago that you were crying by a window,” he said again and held up his hand. Y/N placed her open palm against his, and he laced their fingers gently together, holding on. “A year ago that you slipped into bed with me. A year ago that we first kissed.” He paused and looked into her eyes. Tears were glistening there, as if she already knew what he meant to say.
“Sam…” her voice was low and tight as she fought hard, trying not to cry. She could feel it deep inside, pulling at her heart, but she held it back. She wanted to be sure.
“Y/N, I have questioned every moment of my life, every decision I've ever made. But I have never once questioned you. Or, this.” From his pocket, Sam pulled a blue velvet ring box, and Y/N’s breath caught in her throat as he let her hand go and opened the lid.
“Oh, my god.” The tears would not wait any longer, and just like that night by the window, Y/N crying, letting it all out, except this time they were tears of love, not pain.
The ring was a thin silver band with a small round diamond that captured the waning light and sparkled against the velvet.
“Y/N Y/L/N…”
“Wait!” Y/N gasped and held up her hands, begging for a moment to collect herself. Thankfully, Sam laughed, and they both took a deep breath together. When she opened her eyes and met his, she nodded quickly, her cheeks wet with tears, her smile unstoppable. “OK… sorry… go ahead.”
“Y/N Y/L/N…”
She gave a muted squeal, stopping him accidentally this time, but Sam pushed on with a smile.
“Marry me, Y/N/N. Please.”
The ring fit perfectly on her finger, as if it had been made just for her.
The kiss was deep and held so much. It was a promise and a request. It was “I’ll love you forever, and I hope you do the same.”
The sky was clear and purple as night fell around them. A cold wind lifted their hair and tickled their skin, but neither cared. All was warm and safe in the other’s arms.
Kiss me like you wanna be loved
You wanna be loved
This feels like falling in love
Falling in love
We're falling in love
