DEMON BLOOD!SAM WINCHESTER and DEMON!READER were unstable and toxic but they made it work. Between Sam’s unhealthy addiction to your blood and your willingness to give it to him—him being unaware of the dark intentions behind it—and your complete and utter devotion towards him is what made you stick together like glue. Sam cannot live without you, you becoming his new life line and addiction. Your wide eyes and slow touches were what kept you assured he wasn’t entirely dependent on your blood, the manipulation and toxicity between the two of you was bound to end horribly, but neither of you could bear to let it go.
The one where Sam is a priest and you can’t wait to corrupt him.
Warnings: priest au, corruption kink but sam is the innocent one
A/N: This is just a tiny drabble. Apparently I get more excited about writing reader being corrupted then doing the corruption - the Dean version where that happens is gonna come out soon.
Sam’s P.O.V.
How could someone possibly look so much like an angel?
Perhaps if it was only appearances, I could have stopped this from happening, pretended that my life could go on as normal, dominated by prayers and congregations. But she was so sweet, so *enticing.
How could I feel bad for desiring her? She was right, after all. If what I wanted to do to her was so wrong, why would He have made her like this? Why would He put her in my life, only to tempt me and leave me sad and frustrated?
No, that’s not the Lord I would like to think that I served. The Lord I served wanted my happiness, my fulfillment. And there was no better sense of fulfillment than the one I had when I filled her, easing myself in that tight, wet and warm cave of pleasure.
“See?” She whispered the first time I relented and broke my chastity vow, after weeks of torturous debates over God and morals with this sweet angel. How could I have ever even doubted her? “How could something so good be bad, Father Sam?”
I didn’t know, and in that moment, not much made sense to me. I was overwhelmed by too many new emotions and feelings, trembling on top of her as she patiently waited for me to get some control over myself again. It still seemed so far away, the day where I’d be able to push into her and not be this affected, so I always tried to distract myself by kissing those perfect lips that made my entire body tingle.
“God, I… I love being inside of you.” She had me saying the Lord’s name in vain, but I couldn’t find it in myself to care. Not when she was tugging me down to capture my lips with hers, again, swallowing my whimpers and moans, clutching my back and making me believe that Heaven was real. Of course, heaven was real. It was real and it was right here, inside of her.
“I still have so much to show you.” And I’d see it. I’d go wherever, do whatever she wanted me to, if it just meant I could keep on feeling this electrified, this connected to someone.
Prompt: After getting to know why your boyfriend dislikes Halloween, you're determined to make him forget all about it.
Warnings: Implied smut, fluff (sorta)
A/n: There is an Office reference in this fic since that's the only other show I watch other than Supernatural.
So I gave this fic idea to @holylulusworld as an ask for her Kinktober list and kinda ended up writing a version myself. So be sure to check out her's too right here.
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“Hey, let’s go home.”
“What?”
“We’ve been out here for half an hour.”
"You really don't like Halloween, do you?" You ask, momentarily looking away from the joyful crowds of children in various and creative costumes as they skipped from house to house, their candies in their bags rustling with each step.
The taller Winchester sighs beside you. "You already know why I don't like Halloween."
"But it was over something stupid!" You say, and smile, removing your hand from his and wrapping it around his arm. "We're out here creating new memories. Come on!"
He looks at you with a smile ghosting his face, his eyes roaming your costume of brown slacks, a tan shirt with a brown tie and fake glasses perched on your nose. "You really went all out with you costume, right?"
"Dwight K. Schrute," you smile and speak in almost bored tone to match your favourite character's voice. "Assistant regional manager."
You look at Sam expectantly and he sighs. "To the, you mean."
You chuckle and continue walking, the orange and purple lights decorating the subarban houses lightening up your mood. “And, I didn’t go all out. Just bought these online. Wasn’t that hard to find.”
The two of you had been walking in the neighborhood for the past hour, not trick-or-treating (even if you wanted to, you doubted people would hand you candy) but just walking and looking at the decorations put up. The children laughing everywhere and everyone just being happy really brought your spirits up.
“Atleast I wore a costume,” you say and look at Sam with a smirk. He was obviously donning one of his flannels and his jeans.
“We wear costumes everyday,” Sam chuckles, guiding your hands around his torso so he could wrap his arm around your shoulders.
After walking together in a comfortable silence for another five minutes, you look down at your watch. "Hey, I think we should head back."
"Wait, seriously?”
“Yeah, I mean, you’re right. Anyways, we should probably check on the guys-” you look down at your watch again, forgetting the time- “How many movies do you think they’re done with?”
“I don’t know. Four, probably.”
You tilt your head slightly to agree with Sam. While you and your boyfriend were busy making cookies and brownies with cool Halloween design frostings, Dean was ready to binge watch all the Halloween classics. Cas and Jack had joined him- the nephilim was curious and wanted to see the movies and the angel was happy spending time with them.
You and Sam had joined them for one movie, you quickly dragging Sam off for him to join you in your walk around the neighborhood.
"You sure you want to leave? I can stop with the complaining-"
You fake a yawn, and shake your head, pouting slightly as you look at him. "No, I'm just tired." You peck his lips. "Let's go home."
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You weren’t tired. Ever since you had heard why Sam didn’t like Halloween, you felt like it was your job to somehow turn that around and with an entire day that felt quite magical already, you were ready to spice it up slightly. Sam was already one to not want to make a big deal of things but having dated for about a year and the relationship going really great, you knew you owed it to him.
Looking at the fitted red dress that you were wearing, you sigh slightly. It was the only costume left in the local supermarket (well not the only one but the others were way too inappropriate) and was expensive. But now looking at yourself in the mirror and feeling the fabric- it was sure worth it. But it wasn't a complete costume without the red horns that were on your bed. It was way too inappropriate to be dressed as the Devil so you chose to not wear the headband.
Checking yourself out in the mirror and making final touches to your makeup, you nod your head and turn around to find your sandals.
Just then, someone knocks on your door and you turn, stopping mid-stride.
"Y/n?"
Sam? Shit, you were going to surprise him in his room.
You stayed in his room most nights and most of your stuff was there- you only came here for alone time or to grab something else.
You had given him an excuse that you would get changed into a hoodie you had left behind and meet him to watch a movie together. You had a speech prepared and you had the surprise entirely planned out.
"Y/n?" Sam asks again and the handle twists.
"I'm here, I'm here! Don't open the door!" You exclaim without thinking and look around the room. You spot your red heels at the foot of your bed and you quickly jog to them and put them on. If Sam was already here, you ought to be completely ready.
"Are you fine? What's wrong?" He asks, his voice laced in worry but thankfully the door doesn't open.
"Nothing's wrong," you huff, blowing your hair out of your face. "I just-" you turn to clean your bed "-wasn't ready." Quickly pushing the horns and other clothes into your bedside drawer, you jump onto the bed and try your best to lay in a sexy pose, though with your deep breathes and slightly messed up hair, you were already convinced you had messed things up.
You were lying down on your elbows, your body angled towards the door. One of your legs was hanging off and the other was precariously on the bed, showing off the strappy red heels you'd put on. "Okay," you say, trying to slow down your breathing, "you can come in now."
The door pushes open and Sam walks in wearing a suit. His jaw immediately falls open when he sees you on the bed.
"Y/n-"
"Why are you wearing a suit?" You ask, frowning a bit. Sam takes a step forward, his eyes raking your form before he opens his mouth and closes it. He looks in the hallway before shutting the door, his bewildered expression not wearing off.
"I-" he starts off and shuts his eyes, shaking his head "-I thought we were going to watch one movie."
"No, I wanted to surprise you!" You chuckle, your nerves seriously not helping. Was he angry or something? You really didn't plan for this. "Get your mind off your humiliation," you add in, chuckling nervously.
"Oh," he whispers softly and stands there for a moment before pulling his suit jacket off hurriedly, struggling a bit and walking to the bed quickly.
You chuckle as he struggles to remove his tie and climbs over you, pressing his lips onto yours.
"Sam-" you giggle between the kisses he was showering you with. "What- why are you in a suit?"
The Winchester draws back and looks down at you, his lips already kiss-swollen. "I tried to dress up like Michael," he whispers, his breath fanning over your face.
"Scott?" You ask, a smile creeping onto your face.
"Yeah. The Michael to your Dwight."
"You're supposed to be my Angela."
"Well, I wasn't going to put on a skirt."
"You could have been beets. Or-" you're cut off with another kiss.
"You're gonna start rambling again," Sam whispers again and you feel the blood rushing to your cheeks.
"Sorry," you chuckle and look into Sam's eyes. Your breath catches slightly when you notice his blown out pupils. "You like this dress, huh?"
Sam pecks your lip before speaking in a dangerously low voice. "Well, if wanting to tear it off your body counts as liking the dress then sure."
You chuckle and cup his cheeks, smiling softly at him. "You look good in a suit."
He kisses you again, harder than before and you sigh slightly. He takes it as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth to deepen the kiss.
You wrap your arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer as his hands grip your waist in a bruising hold.
You smile into the kiss. You were definitely going to make new memories tonight.
Characters: Reader, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester
Pairing: eventual Sam x Reader
Words: 2748
Summary: based on the second episode of the first season of the show.
Warnings: language, show level angst and violence.
A/N: here goes the second part of my series rewrite. Hope you guys like it! This is not beta’d. All mistakes are mine.
Catch up
Wendigo - Part 2
After your talk with Mr. Shaw, you go to get a room at a motel. The three of you are walking through the corridor trying to find your room.
“Spirits and demons don't have to unlock doors,” states Dean, “If they want inside, they just go through the walls.”
“So it's probably something else, something corporeal,” Sam states.
“Corporeal? Excuse me, professor,” Dean teases, making you snort.
“Shut up. So what do you think?” Sam says.
“The claws, the speed that it moves...could be a skinwalker, maybe a black dog. Whatever we're talking about, we're talking about a creature.” Dean says.
“Yeah, and all of that leads to the same thing, that it's corporeal. Which means we can kill it,” you agree with him.
Dean opens the trunk of the Impala, then the weapons box, and props it open with a shotgun. He puts some guns in a duffel bag. Sam leans in.
“We cannot let that Haley girl go out there.”
“No, we should try to stop her, we don’t know what’s out there yet,” you agreed.
“Oh yeah? What are we gonna tell her? That she can't go into the woods because of a big scary monster?” Dean asked sarcastically.
“Yeah,” Sam said.
Dan looks at Sam, “Her brother's missing. She's not gonna just sit this out. Now we go with her, we protect her, and we keep our eyes peeled for our fuzzy predator friend,” he says picking up his duffel.
“Finding Dad's not enough?” he asks, slamming the weapons box shut and closing the trunk. “Now we gotta babysit too?”
You and Dean stare at Sam.
“What?” he asks with an annoyed expression.
“Nothing,” you and Dean answer at the same time.
He throws the duffel bag at Sam and walks off, you look at him for a little while and then follow Dean inside the motel room.
You arrived at the forest, and when you pull up you see Haley, Ben and a man talking. They all stare at the three of you when you get out of the car.
Sam opens the back door of the Impala and pulls out the duffel bag.
“You guys got room for three more?” Dean asked
“Wait, you want to come with us?” Haley said surprised.
“Who are these guys?” asked the man that was with them.
“Apparently this is all the park service could muster up for the search and rescue,” she scoffed.
Sam heads past everyone.
“You're rangers?” the man asks.
“That's right,” Dean nods.
“Yeah, we are,” you agree.
“And you're hiking out in biker boots and jeans?”
Dean looks down at himself., “Well, sweetheart, I don't do shorts,” he shakes his head.
Dean heads past Haley, you follow him reaching Sam.
“What, you think this is funny?” the guy scoffs, “It's dangerous backcountry out there. Her brother might be hurt.”
You and Sam turn back to look at them.
“Believe me,” you say, “I know how dangerous it can be. We just wanna help them find their brother, that's all.”
Dean shrugs and heads past you, you shrug at the guy and follow his steps.
All of you hikes through the forest. This guy Roy is in the lead, followed by Dean, Haley, Ben, and Sam and you stay in the back bringing the gear.
“Roy,” Dean calls, “you said you did a little hunting.”
“Yeah, more than a little,” he answers.
“Uh-huh. What kind of furry critters do you hunt?”
“Mostly buck,” Roys says, “sometimes bear.”
Dean passes Roy. “Tell me, uh, Bambi or Yogi ever hunt you back?”
Roy grabs Dean by the shoulder and pulls him back, SAM and you look on.
“Whatcha doing, Roy?” Dean inquires.
Roy grabs a stick and pokes something on the floor, and when it snaps closed you realized it was a bear trap Dean had almost stepped in. Haley looks annoyed.
“You should watch where you're stepping,” Roy mocks, “Ranger.”
He drops the stick and retakes the lead.
“It's a bear trap.” Dean smiles, shrugging it off as if it was nothing.
“I’m not used to this amount of exercise,” you tell Sam.
“What do you mean?” he laughs, “We’re always running for our lives.”
“I know,” you sigh, “But on those moments we have adrenaline running through our system, so I don’t feel anything, but let’s be honest, this is boring. I mean, I love hiking and being surrounded by nature, but still… I’m saying a lot of buts”
“Yeah,” he smirks at you, “You are. I get you, though.”
You smile at him and you continue hiking in silence. Haley walks faster to catch up to Dean.
“You didn't pack any provisions,” she points out, “You guys are carrying a duffel bag. You're not rangers.”
She grabs Dean's arm. “So who the hell are you?”
Ben goes past Haley and Dean. Sam and you look at Dean, who indicates with his expression for both of you to go on by, you raise your eyebrows at him but you obey him, Sam following you. As far as you can hear, he’s telling her that Sam’s his brother, you’re their friend and they’re looking for their father, who might be there.
Later that day, you all keep walking through the forest. Roy is leading the way, followed by Sam and you, Ben, Haley, and Dean.
“This is it. Blackwater Ridge,” announces Roy.
Sam heads past Roy. “What coordinates are we at?”
Roy pulls out a GPS, “Thirty-five and minus one-eleven,” he answers.
Dean comes up to you, meanwhile you remain aware, trying to listen to something that can work as some kind of lead to catching whatever creature was there.
“You hear that?” Dean asks.
“Absolutely nothing, no wind... Nothing,” you say taking a look around, “I can hear the blood flowing through my ears.”
“Yeah. Not even crickets,” Sam agrees.
“I'm gonna go take a look around,” Roy announces.
“You shouldn't go off by yourself,” Sam told him.
“That's sweet. Don't worry about me.”
“Dude, seriously,” you try to stop him, “We should stay together.”
Roy takes a look at you, waves his gun and pushes between Dean and Sam, to retake the lead. Dean turns back to the others as Ben and Haley catch up.
“All right,” Dean says, “everybody stays together. Let's go.”
While you wait for Roy, Haley sits down next to a rock, Ben’s leaning against a tree. Dean climbs the rock near Haley. You see Ben spotting something and goes to have a look, you decide to follow him, and Sam does too.
“What did you find Ben?” you ask him.
He moves a tree branch aside to have a look at what he saw, and it’s a stick figure.
“That’s a hell of a find, Ben,” Sam congratulates,
“Are those… Anasazi?” You ask, amazed.
“Yeah,” Sam nods.
You eye Dean coming over to you.
“What’s that?” Ben asks.
“Ancient Indians…” you answer, “First Nations, they were a whole civilization that just vanished. No one knows what happened.”
Another look at the stick figure.
“I've seen that somewhere before,” Sam says.
“Haley!” you hear Roy call, “Over here!”
Haley hurries to Roy, followed closely by the rest of you, coming to a halt.
“Oh my God,” she breathes.
The tents are torn open and bloody and all the supplies are scattered around the campsite.
“Looks like a grizzly,” Roy points out.
All of you start to walk to take a look around the area, although there is no sign of anybody being there.
“Tommy?” Haley asks.
She takes off her backpack and goes through the campsite. “Tommy!” She yells.
Sam moves to catch up with Haley trying to quiet her, but she yells again, calling for Tommy. Sam steps in front of her and shushes her.
“Why?” she asks.
“Something might still be out there,” Sam answers.
“Sam! Y/N!” you can hear Dean calling.
You and Sam jog over to Dean, and you crouch next to him.
“The bodies were dragged from the campsite,” he tells you, “But here, the tracks just vanish. That's weird.”
You watch a trail of stirred dirt, clearly showing that someone had been dragged. The three of you stand up.
“I'll tell you what,” he makes a pause, “that's no skinwalker or black dog.”
Dean turns around and goes back to the campsite. You take a last look at the trail and you and Sam follow him. When you get back with the rest you see Haley picking up a cell phone with blood drops on it. She starts crying, turns the phone over and the back is open. Dean crouches next to her.
“Hey, he could still be alive,” he encourages her.
Haley gives Dean a look.
“Help!” you can hear someone crying for help, making all of you stop and listen, “Help!”
With the second scream, everyone runs to the aid of the shouter, Roy taking the lead.
“Help! Somebody!”
When you get to the place you all look around trying to see the person who was crying for help, but you find no one.
“It seemed like it was coming from around here, didn't it?” Haley asked.
You listen, but then again, nothing.
“Everybody back to camp,” you tell them.
You run back to the campsite, and once you get there, you see that all the supplies are missing.
“Our packs!” Haley complains.
“So much for my GPS and my satellite phone,” Roy sounded defeated, crouching.
“What the hell is going on?” Haley asks.
“It's smart,” Sam says. “It wants to cut us off so we can't call for help.”
“You mean someone,” says Roy, “some nutjob out there just stole all our gear.”
Sam goes to Dean and makes a sign to you to come closer.
“I need to speak with you. In private,” he commands.
The three of you walk a little away from the group. “Good...” he says, “Let me see Dad's journal.”
Dean hands it over. Sam opens it and flips through until he finds a particular page.
“All right, check that out,” he points to a First Nations–style drawing of a figure.
“Oh come on,” Dean argues, “Wendigos are in the Minnesota woods or northern Michigan. I've never even heard of one this far west.”
“Think about it, Dean, the claws, the way it can mimic a human voice,” he points out.
“It actually makes sense,” you look at Sam, “Wendigos appear a lot in the Anasazi and Cree lore. And that thing Ben had found earlier? It was Anasazi.”
“Exactly,” Sam nods.
“Great,” Dean pouts. “Well,” he says taking out his pistol, “this is useless.”
Sam gives Dean back John's journal and heads past Dean stopping for a moment.
“We gotta get these people to safety,” you tell them.
You get back at the campsite, and Sam addresses the group.
“All right, listen up, it's time to go. Things have gotten...more complicated.”
“What?” Haley asks.
“Kid, don't worry,” Roy dismisses, “Whatever's out there, I think I can handle it.”
“It's not me I'm worried about,” Sam tells him. “If you shoot this thing, you're just gonna make it mad. We have to leave. Now.”
“One, you're talking nonsense. Two, you're in no position to give anybody orders,” he argues.
“Relax,” Dean warns.
“We never should have let you come out here in the first place, all right?” Sam tells him.
“You know, we’re just-” you start, “We’re just trying to protect all of you.”
“You protect me?” Roy defies Sam, stepping right in front of him. “I was hunting these woods when your mommy was still kissing you good night.”
“Yeah? It's a damn near perfect hunter,” Sam tries to warn. “It's smarter than you, and it's gonna hunt you down and eat you alive unless we get your stupid sorry ass out of here.”
Roy laughs, “You know you're crazy, right?”
“Yeah? You ever hunt a wen—” Sam almost slips out, but Dean pushes him.
Haley yells at Roy.
“Chill out,” you tell Sam.
“Stop. Stop it,” Haley says, “Everybody just stops. Look. Tommy might still be alive. And I'm not leaving here without him.”
A long pause remains between all of you.
“It's getting late,” Dean says. “This thing is a good hunter in the day, but an unbelievable hunter at night. We'll never beat it, not in the dark. We need to settle in and protect ourselves.”
“How?” Haley wonders.
Night fell over your heads while you’re still outside in the forest. The group has built a campfire, and Dean was drawing protection symbols on the dirt around the campsite while Haley pokes at the fire.
“One more time, that's—” she starts.
“Anasazi symbols,” Dean tells her. “It's for protection. The wendigo can't cross over them.”
Roy laughs, gun over his shoulder.
“Nobody likes a skeptic, Roy,” you sass him.
Dean heads over to sit next to Sam and you, who are at the edge of the campsite. He looks at you and you shrug.
“You wanna tell me what's going on in that freaky head of yours?” he asks Sam.
“Dean—” he starts but Dean cuts him off.
“No, you're not fine. You're like a powder keg, man, it's not like you. I'm supposed to be the belligerent one, remember?”
A pause.
“Dad's not here,” another pause. “I mean, that much we know for sure, right? He would have left us a message, a sign, right?”
“Yeah, you're probably right,” Dean agrees. “Tell you the truth, I don't think Dad's ever been to Lost Creek.”
“Then let's get these people back to town and let's hit the road,” He looks at you and then at Dean. “Go find Dad. I mean, why are we still even here?”
Dean stands up and crouches in front of Sam, holding up John’s journal. “This is why,” he says. “This book. This is Dad's single most valuable possession—everything he knows about every evil thing is in here. And he's passed it on to us. I think he wants us to pick up where he left off. You know, saving people, hunting things. The family business."
Sam shakes his head and stares at Dean, “That makes no sense.” he runs his hands on his face, “Why doesn't he just—call us? Why doesn't he—tell us what he wants, tell us where he is?”
“I dunno,” Dean answers him, “But the way I see it, Dad's giving us a job to do, and I intend to do it.”
“Dean...no. I gotta find Dad. I gotta find Jessica's killer. It's the only thing I can think about.”
You look down at the floor.
“Okay, all right, Sam, we'll find them,” Dean concedes, “I promise. Listen to me. You've gotta prepare yourself. I mean, this search could take a while, and all that anger, you can't keep it burning over the long haul. It's gonna kill you. You gotta have patience, man.”
Sam looks down, then up at you.
“How do you do it? How does Dad do it?”
Dean looks over at Haley and Ben, you follow his gaze.
“Well for one, them,” Dean says.
You nod, and Sam looks over at them, too.
“I mean, I figure our family's so screwed to hell, maybe we can help some others. Makes things a little bit more bearable.”
A pause.
“I'll tell you what else helps,” you grin, Sam, looking back at you, “Killing as many evil sons of bitches as we possibly can.”
“Hell yeah we do,” Dean smirks at you.
Sam smiles and you hear a twig snapping.
“Help me!” you hear a man screams, “Please!”
You all stand and readies his gun.
“Help!”
Sam shines a flashlight around and you try to take a better look.
“He's trying to draw us out,” you realize, “Just stay cool, stay put.”
“Inside the magic circle?” Roy mocks in a sarcastic tone.
“Help! Help me, ple-!” he screams and then you can hear some growling.
Roy points his gun at the sound, “Okay, that's no grizzly.”
Something rushes past and Haley shrieks.
“It's here,” Sam announces.
“Shit, it moves way too fast” you mumble.
Roy shoots at the rustling one, two, three times.
“I hit it!” he yells and runs to see what he hit.
“Roy, no! Roy!
“Don't move,” Dean commands to Haley and Ben.
Haley's holding a fire stick as a weapon.
“That’s actually a very good idea,” you tell her, staying behind protecting them while Sam and Dean run after Roy.
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Y/N wakes up at night and Sam isn’t there anymore. She finds him in the kitchen and tries to take him back to bed.
A/N: Finally a new imagine! Also, I decided to turn the requests into gif imagines first. I hope you don’t mind and that you like this imagine.
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I woke up when I turned around, falling right into the matress and not bumping into someone. I opened my eyes. At least I intended to, my lids were half-opened and the room was dark. My arm reached out next to me into the darkness, feeling nothing.
After that I propped myself up on my elbows, looking around and still seeing nothing. I shifted my weight, searching the ground next to the bed and, again, still seeing nothing.
“Sam.”, I spoke up rather loudly and desperately, hoping to get an answer.
But I didn’t get one.
Standing up, I groaned and pushed my hair out of my face. I left our room and stepped into the hallway, eager to find him. The only sounds were my bare feet tapping on the floor and I felt the cold spreading from my feet up to my tighs.
I made my way over to the library since Sam spent most of his time there, especially when he couldn’t sleep. I was confused when I didn’t find him there and decided to go to the kitchen. Maybe he had been hungry…
And there he was, sitting at the small table with his giant form. His back was facing me the perfect opportunity for me to sneak up on him.
I slowly approached him before my arms snaked around him and he instantly melted to my touch. Smiling to myself, I snuggled my face to his back. “Couldn’t sleep?”, I wanted to know and he hummed as an answer.
He turned to face me making me let go of him. He gave me a weak smile before he grabbed me by my waist to pull me onto his lap, a low chuckle escaping his lips as I giggled.
I noticed that his face was tensed but as soon as my eyes met his, the tension vanished, leaving a relaxed expression and a little smile on his face. “Another nightmare?”, I asked him quietly and he nodded before he let his head fall on my shoulder. “Do you want to tell me?”, my voice was filled with concern while my fingers ran through his long strands, knowing it would calm hin down.
“It felt so real, you know…”, he began and sighed, his shoulders lifted and sank. “They always do.”, I mumbled.
Sam and I were the best nightmare-buddies. I knew everthing that calms him down and vice versa. Even the presence of the other loosened the tension and decrease the anxiety, which is mostly why we shared a bed.
“This vampire hunt went terribly wrong…”, he started after he looked at me again, “You were… you were so determined. But you didn’t make it. I tried… I really tried to help you but there was this other vampire and he… he didn’t let go of me and made me watch you die!”
There were tears forming in his eyes while he told me about his nightmare. My hands wandered to his shoulders and my fingers gripped them. “It’s okay. I’m still alive.”, I gave him a smile, my gaze only fixed on his eyes. He smiled back, only a slight smile but a smile. “I’m here and I won’t ever leave you alone.”
I hugged him then, my arms wrapped around his neck and my face buried in his hair. I felt his chin on my shoulder and his head leaned against mine while his hands held my hips, keeping me close to him.
We stayed like this for quite a long time, enjoying each other’s warmth. “You want to go back to bed?”, I questioned but he shook his head.
“I’ll probably have a nightmare again. I don’t have a lot of nightmare-free nights these days.”, he responded before I loosened the hug just enough to look at him.
“Sammy, you need sleep.”, I grinned and he rolled his eyes at the nickname. “You know I hate that name.”, he grumbled and turned his head away and I chuckled.
“And you, Sammy, know that I won’t stop until you come back to bed with me.”, I claimed and he sighed.
I jumped off of his lap and tried pulling him up but I wasn’t strong enough. He simply stood up by himself, towering above me and smirking down at me since I didn’t even reached the high of his shoulders.
I took his big hand in my smaller one and pulled him with me into our room.
I instantly snuggled myself back into the blankets before Sam joined me and I snuggled my face into his neck after he embraced me.
I sighed, relaxing at his touch and enjoying the warmth coming from him. And seconds after this, I fell fast asleep.
Warnings: infidelity (reader is the cheater), sex in a public place, p in v, sam with a dirty fucking mouth.
A/N: this is a drabble dedicated to @lifeofrileyp. She basically inspired me to watch Supernatural today on our discord group and that prompted my first ever Sam fic! Why the fuck am I this obsessed about infidelity fics since kinktober? who the fuck knows? I’ll just take advantage of this inspiration until it inevitably dies.
He watched you separate yourself from his brother, depositing a quick kiss on his cheek before leaving in the direction of the bar’s bathroom. The hypnotic movement of your hips only inciting him for what he wanted to do.
His feet followed your path without him even realizing, at first. Still too focused on how Dean hadn’t even bothered to pay you any attention when you left, how he didn’t even look to notice the way you attracted the attention of every single guy in the room. It all just served to make him even angrier and needier, angry that his brother was the one who got to have you in his arms and needy for the pleasure that Sam knew only he could give you.
Dean would never want you like he did.
“Sam? What are you doing here!” You gasped, a hand over your heart when your eyes met his as he closed the bathroom’s door behind him.
“’m here to fuck you.” He didn’t even give you a second to fight against it, mouth already capturing yours in a bruising kiss as he gathered you in his arms, one hand around your waist and the other over your ass.
“’ve been dreaming about this ass.” I grabbed it before slapping it, making her moan, grasping my shirt’s sleeves tighter.
“Sam, we can’t,” she whispered, but I knew better. I knew her, and I could see my own desire reflected back in the eyes that stared up at mine.
“I don’t really care,” was my only answer as I worked on her jeans before unzipping mine, quickly turning her around and forcing her to lean over the sink. Our eyes met on the bathroom’s mirror as I rubbed the head of my hardness against her opening, and she nodded, opening up her legs as best as she could to accept me inside of her.
“Well then, fuck me, Sam. Make me feel something.” I really didn’t need any further incentive to bury myself inside of her until I bottomed out, immediately starting to pound her against the dirty sink.
“Do you feel this?” I tauted, pulling on her hair so I could whisper it on her ear, fucking her hard and rough so we could both get out releases without being interrupted by someone else wanting to use the bathroom. “Do you feel the way your boyfried’s brother’s cock is splitting you open?”
She only whined as I tightened my grip on her locks, leaning her head over my shoulder as I nipped on her jaw. The hand that had been holding her waist climbed under her shirt to pull on her taut nipples before it joined my cock in the wet heaven between her legs, easily finding her little nub and rubbing it until I felt her clenching around me, milking me dry.
Her eyes never left mine on the mirror, not even when I pulled out and made sure to fix her jeans and underwear so she’d keep my cum inside of her. “Find me after Dean falls asleep tonight,” I warned her before leaving the bathroom with one last slap to her ass.
Hi! This is the first fic I’m posting on Tumblr. I got the inspiration for it when I was cleaning and listening to my current SPN spotify list, and it kind of just took off from there.
Summary: When something came knocking on your door, or rather, crashing through it, it wasn’t the dark past you’d run away from, but rather two brothers in an old, but sexy, car. They held you at gunpoint, made your crash your bike and ended up saving your life. And from that point on, you were never going to work at a motel again.
Word count: 1233
Warnings: Some cursing
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Chapter one: Boy, You’ll Be A Dead Man Soon
“Y/N, for fucks sake, please put on the uniform.” Mike looked completely exasperated at this point.
“We’ve been over this already, it’s a dress. A pink dress at that. I refuse to wear that monstrosity.” You turned your back on your manager to stuff your bag and jacket in one of the empty lockers.
“You have to, rules and regulations, it’s not up to me.”
“Oh really?” Eyebrows raised, you turned around to look at Mike. He flinched. “Let me ask you something, Mr. Manager,” you continued. “Would you make the male employees wear that uniform?” You pointed at the dress and apron lying on the counter.
“What?” Now he looked confused.
“Would you,” you said slowly “make guys wear a pink dress at work?”
“No, of course not.” You smirked.
“Well then guess what, Mike, I’m not wearing it either.” Mike groaned and let his head fall on the counter as you left the reception to start work.
You’d had this job cleaning rooms, and occasionally pulling a graveyard shift at the reception desk, at the Seaside Motel for a couple of months now, having shown up one day after travelling through the States. You’d left your hometown in Sweden after a nasty family fight and were down to change in your pocket. Mike hired you on the spot, even letting you stay at the motel until you found and could afford your own place. The pay was decent, more than enough for the little apartment you ended up in at the edge of the little town close to the motel. If you were smart you could even save a nice little amount each month.
Being a twenty one-year-old foreigner there weren’t a lot of jobs on the market, so you’d been overjoyed when Mike gave you one. You didn’t mind a hands-on job, you actually quite liked it. Mike was a good boss, despite his insistence on the uniform. That little fact hadn’t come up at the interview, so you refused. A pink dress? Please. You doubted you’d wear it even if Mike decided to threaten you with a gun, much preferring your black t-shirts and jeans, and since you never slacked off and did your job well Mike seemed reluctantly willing to let it slide. It didn’t stop him from trying to talk you into it, though.
The cleaning cart was in the storage room you’d left it in yesterday. You refilled the supplies, plugged in your headphones and set out to clean the rooms. One of your favourite parts of this job was discovering exactly what people did and left in the rooms. After the first week you’d decided to start a sort of “bucket list” of things to find in a room, everything from used condoms and kinky underwear in the bed to a dead body in the closet. Every time someone left their room you tried to guess what you would find, and so far you’d been right most of the time. But people were seldom exciting. For example, you hadn’t yet guessed on a dead body.
As your job always proved a perfect opportunity to sing and dance along to your music, and you spun out of the room you had just finished. You made to go knock on the next door and noticed a big old black chevy in the parking lot. If you had to guess, and you were pretty sure, you’d say it was a late 60’s Impala and dear lord was the car sexy. You wanted to admire it more closely, but unfortunately duty called. Hopefully the owner would be staying a while.
“Don’t you know… Girl, you’ll be a woman soon.” You walked (danced) up to the next room, knocking and calling out “Room service!” There was no reply, so you unlocked the door and went to pull the cart in when you suddenly felt something cold press against your temple. You stopped dead in your tracks and slowly raised you hands. This was a new one. You closed your eyes and focused. There was one more behind you, further in and with the music still playing in your headphones you couldn’t hear if they were saying anything. Okay you got this, Y/N, you told yourself. Before the man holding the gun could reach for you you dropped to the floor. At the same time you turned toward him and landed a punch in his crotch. He dropped to the floor, losing his grip on the gun. You grabbed it and stood up straight, aiming the gun at the other man. However, luck wasn’t on your side, as he also had a gun. Your reached up and damn near ripped off your headphones. As soon as they landed around your neck your heard the man speak.
“You okay, Sammy?” The man you’d punched had crawled back away from the door, still on the ground.
“Yeah, I’m good, Dean,” he managed to groan out. You kept your eyes on the man with the gun, Dean apparently.
“Who are you?” he asked. You raised your eyebrows. You’d have thought the cleaning cart made it obvious, but decided to humour him.
“I’m the nice cleaning lady who’s come to change your towels.” Dean narrowed his eyes.
“Okay first of all, you’re not wearing a motel uniform, and second, you’re not supposed to come in here with the DND sign out.”
“Okay first of all,” you parroted him “the uniforms are pink dresses. Would you wear a pink dress at work? And second, you don’t have a sign on the door.” Dean let his eyes drift to the other man for a few seconds, his mouth opening and closing a few times before hissing “Sam, you didn’t put the sign out?”
“What?” Sam answered. “I thought you were gonna put the sign out!” Dean huffed and looked back at you.
“So you’re just here to clean?”
“No I’m here for the autographs,” you deadpanned. “Of course I’m here to clean, it’s my fucking job!” There was silence to a few moments. Then Dean hesitantly lowered his gun. You did the same. However, not trusting these guys at all you kept it in your hand. Dean walked over to Sam, all the while keeping his eyes on you, helping him up on one of the twin beds. Sam seemed to have recovered a bit from the nut crack.
“How did you do that?” he asked in a strained voice. Damn, you must’ve gotten him good.
“Do what?” He grinned and gestured to the gun you’d taken from him.
“How did you react so fast when you felt the gun?” You grinned back.
“Practice, honeypie. Lots of practice.” Dean looked at you in disbelief.
“Seriously?” You raised an eyebrow. “How come a twenty something girl working in a fleabag motel has ‘practice’ in dodging a gun?”
“No offence, sugar, but you haven’t exactly earned the right to my life story,” you answered. Dean looked taken aback.
“Well alright then,” he said. He shook his head and gestured toward Sam’s gun. “If that’s all you can go ahead and hand that gun back and be on your way. And we won’t need any more room service.” Giving him a dry smile you placed the gun on the table just inside the door. You left the room and closed the door behind you. Jackass.
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Chapter thirteen: Wagon Wheel Of Good Fortune
Back in your room you hooked up your phone to your speaker and let the tunes float through the room as you started to unpack.
“Rock me, mama, like a wagon wheel. Rock me, mama, any way you feel. Heeeey, mama rock me…”
Things like your chargers, bathroom kit and computer made their way to the desk just inside the door. The few favourite books you had brought wound up on a shelf just above the headboard, and your own sheets soon covered the bed. Fixing up your room a bit gave you sense of calm, and being surrounded by your own things, familiar things, made this place feel a bit more like a home, however temporary it might end up being.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. You didn’t really feel like talking to either of them, you just wanted to sleep at this point, but you figured you’d see which one of them it was and what he wanted. You opened the door and saw Sam standing on the other side. He looked hesitant, like he hoped he wasn’t disturbing you. That made your chilly mood thaw a bit.
“Sam.”
“Hey, Y/N.” He stuck his hands in his pockets, looking a little lost.
“Something up?” you asked. Sam gave you a wavering smile.
“I just wanted to see how you were doing.” He looked at the floor. “I don’t think either me or Dean really considered how this must be for you. For us it’s nothing new, but you just left your life behind and… Yeah, just wanted to check on you.” You smiled. It warmed you to the bones that he actually cared to ask, and that he genuinely wanted to know. You held the door open for him to come inside. He stepped in and you closed the door behind him.
While Sam took a moment to look around your room you sat down on the bed. You’d changed to sweatpants and a big t-shirt to sleep in. The music changed and a familiar song that reminded you so of home started playing.
“Didn’t know what time it was the lights were low oh oh, I leaned back on my radio oh oh…”
“Bowie fan, huh?” Sam asked, and sat down in the armchair facing the bed.
“Not really,” you confessed. “It just reminds me of home…” You trailed off.
“It’s okay,” Sam assured. “You don’t have to talk about it.” You smiled and gave a little laugh.
“If I didn’t want to talk about it I wouldn’t have invited you in.” Sam smiled back and seemed to relax a bit, sitting back in the armchair. “To be honest, I feel like I should’ve had a stronger reaction to all of this, but it all just sank right in.” He listened attentively, letting you talk at your own pace.
“I’ve thought about it, and you letting me stay here feels like a safe landing zone in a shit ton of crazy. I can’t help myself, it feels homey, like I can take a breath and catch up before I leave to start over somewhere else.” You stopped talking and looked around the room.
“That was sort of the point of bringing you here,” Sam said, and you turned back to him. “We don’t know who you are, or who might want to hurt you, but we know some people, and things, do. I know it seemed like you didn’t have a choice, but it wasn’t meant like that…” You stayed silent. It seemed like it wasn’t just you who needed to talk.
“Me and Dean have seen too many people die, and with you we saw an opportunity we don’t get very often. I don’t mean to be rude, but you didn’t seem to have much tying you down in Oregon, so we figured bringing you with us would be easy. And it was.
“Dean and I talked about you on the way back here, how you just accepted what we told you. The idea of teaching you more about this life than just protection, teaching you how to hunt, came up. But that’s something that’s completely up to you. Dean laid out arguments for you having a normal life after you leave us, which is something not many hunters ever get the chance to do. When you find out what’s actually out there it’s hard not to see monsters wherever you look.”
“What would you argue for?” you asked after a while. Sam thought about it.
“Honestly? I don’t know. It’s weird, but it kinda feels like you belong here, or at the very least that you should stay longer. You walked in and decided to go buy food, actual food that isn’t pre-made. You weren’t afraid of the two men who randomly asked you to go with them to their secret bunker. You joke around with Dean.
“None of that has to mean you should become a hunter, though. Not at all. But like Dean said, the fact that you know us could put you in danger.”
“Which will be my problem to deal with,” you said quickly. “I could’ve easily shaken you and Dean on the way here and gone my own way, but you know more about the dangers out there than I do. It was the safe bet. And like you said, I had nothing tying me down in Oregon, so it wasn’t hard to leave.”
You looked Sam in the eye. He was kind of… beautiful. He didn’t have to try in any way, he was just there, and that was what mattered.
“I want to be here,” you assured him. “And if you’ll have me… I’d like to stay for a while.”
“Good.” The unspoken fact that you were still planning to eventually leave hung in the hair for a moment. It slowly faded into the background as you and Sam just looked at each other.
After a few minutes he stood up and you walked him to the door. He took one step out the door.
“Sam.” He turned back to look at you. You reached up around his neck and hugged him for all you were worth. You felt his strong arms circle your back, holding you to him.
“Thank you,” you said in a low voice, your mouth just by his ear. When you let go he was smiling warmly, and you watched him walk back to his own room before closing the door.
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After having a great work shift and seen videos from rockwood, where my friends currently is, I felt very much in the mood to write, so I got a lot done today, which means more updates soon :)
Things will start to happen from this point on... This chapter is actually only the fourth day since the reader first met the Winchesters, which I realised when I went back to count the days :P
