Imagine: Deciding to join Sam and Dean in their quest to find their father after you lose your family
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“I know that it hurts, but please say something (Y/N),” ,” Sam sighed as his gaze was glued on your figure. He refused to leave your side after the only family you had left died at the hands of a demon who was after you out of sheer revenge. And seeing you so broke was absolutely devastating.
“What’s there to say?” your tear-stained eyes flickered over to him in anguish. “they’re all dead because of me. I should’ve exorcised the demon when I had the chance. I messed up and there’s no getting them back.”
“I understand how you feel, but believe me. Letting your emotions take over is just going to make things worse.”
“You don’t understand how I feel.”
“Of course I do,” he corrected you, biting down on his lower. “there are still parts of me that think that it’s my fault that my mother’s dead. But you know what? I don’t let it get the best of me. I fight for the people that I love,” Sam declared. He pulled you into a comforting embrace, brushing his fingers through your silky locks.
You fell silent as you sink into his touch instinctively. “What am I supposed to do now?”
“Just stay with Dean and I’ll. I promise that we’ll protect you.”
“But I can’t keep losing people,” you frowned.
“You won’t. We’re not going to die any time soon,” he declared, cupping your cheek. “I’m always going to be by your side.”
“How can you be so sure-“
“No, it’s a promise. You have to trust me,” Sam shushed you, letting you rest your head against his chest as you shed the last of your tears. He would be damned if he let anything happen to. “we’ll always be here for you no matter what.”
Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean, maybe Cas but I’m not sure
Word Count: 1,737
Warnings: Sickness but other than that, fluff
Request: I'm having bad stomach aches and threw up a few times in the night. Can you do an imagine where Sammy's girlfriend got a stomach bug and he takes care of her? I find imagines comforting and yours always lift my spirits when I'm down.
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There was a lot of shit you went through on a daily basis. You’ve gotten stabbed in the stomach, shot in the arms, possessed by demons, almost got your heart froze from dick of a spirit, got your soul taken from you, and most importantly, went to hell.
You just never figured that a damn stomach bug would be the death of you. You’ve lived one hell of a life and you knew the Hunter life would be the reason that you died. But damn, you were in so much pain right now. You’d rather be in hell than to endure this pain.
You’ve lost count on how many times you threw up and how many buckets you could have filled with your tears. You refused to let anyone see you because you were supposed to be this badass hunter so how would it look if someone caught you weakening by a damn stomach bug.
You didn’t even know what you ate but you blamed Dean. He was always bringing home that unhealthy crap from diners and fast food restraints and you must have gotten it from one of those places. You decided that you needed to start eating more like Sam but how could you do that when the mere thought of food had you throwing up?
You wouldn’t even let Sam in to see you even though he was your boyfriend of almost 3 years. He’s seen you at your best and what he thought was your worst. No, this state you were in was your worst. Your hair was knotted; your eyes and cheeks were puffy. Your lips were cracked; your throat was sore and your muscles were sore.
The pain in your stomach was starting to get unbearable and you knew you would need assistance from one of the Winchesters. Forget Dean, he would probably help you for a bit but then tease you about how you’re feeling. Castiel wasn’t answering prayers or his cell so he was useless. So, Sam was the only one left. You hated the idea of him seeing you like this but you were in so much pain.
“Sam!!!” You yelled. You were crying, holding your stomach. You couldn’t move, otherwise you would go find him yourself. You let out a loud sob, tears rolling down your cheeks freely.
“Sam!!” You sobbed louder. Putting pressure to your stomach made it fell a little better but you couldn’t seem to focus on that. Pain demanded to be felt and you were feeling this one alright. The door busted open and Sam walked in, worry etched on his face.
“Shit, Y/N, why didn’t you come to me sooner? I thought it was just an upset stomach.” Sam rushed to the bed and sat besides you, putting a hand on your burning forehead.
“Sam, please do something. It hurts so bad. I can’t even more right now. Please Sam, it hurts.” You cried, not caring how you sounded or what you looked like. All you wanted was the pain gone.
“Shit, Dean!! Get the first aid kit!!” He yelled for his brother. Your first aid kit wasn’t like most. You thought it would be best if you had more than bandages and some needles in there. No, this one, you had all kinds of medication for fevers, sore muscles, laxatives, thermometers, cough drops, and so much more.
Dean came rushing into the room with the huge kit and frowned when he saw you.
“Damn, Y/N, when you said you weren’t feeling well, I didn’t know you meant this. Let me make you something to eat.” He suggested.
“Dean, do not mention food in front of me or I will throw up.” Dean nodded and left the room. You thought he didn’t want to get sick but he returned with a huge ass bucket.
“Sammy here, will take good care of you.” Dean said, putting the bucket by the bed. He gave Sam a nod before leaving your bedroom.
“Sam, it hurts so bad.” You cried, looking at him. He looked pained and felt helpless. If you were hurting from what a monster did to you, he could make it go away but he could do nothing to make a stomach bug go away. You would just have to wait it out. He hated seeing you in pain.
“Here, take some medicine.” He got out a few bottles but you didn’t care what they were. You drunk the liquids and swallowed the pills if it meant you got to feel better. You moaned in pain, cradling your stomach, rocking back and forth. You hated feeling like this because you felt useless.
“Can you try and get some sleep?” Sam asked.
“No. I can’t focus on anything but the pain right now.” You moaned, rubbing your stomach in circles. Sam sat in silence for a few moments before putting the kit away and getting behind you.
“No, Sam, I don’t want you to get sick.” You complained.
“Relax, I won’t. I’m trying to make you feel better.” You moaned in pain when Sam moved your hand away from your stomach. He replaced it with his own and started to press lightly. He made soothing circles, massaging the area with his skilled fingers. You stopped crying and you stopped squirming, the only thing you can think about was his hands.
Sam massaged your stomach, pressing in all the right places, making you close your eyes. You didn’t want to fall asleep because then he would stop and you would feel the pain again. It wasn’t that the pain went away fully but it was lighter now that Sam had his hands on you.
The soft glow of the light in your room, the soft hum coming from Sam and the pressure by his hand was enough to lull you into a dreamless sleep. Only when Sam absolutely knew that you were asleep, did he take his hand away.
He hated seeing you in pain and if you were asleep, you weren’t in pain. He carefully got up, not wanting to wake up and crept out of your room, leaving the door crack so he would hear you if you screamed for him. He walked to the kitchen, determined to make you some food but found Dean there.
“Is she asleep?” Dean asked, standing by the stove.
“Yeah, what are you doing?” Sam asked.
“Making her some of mom’s tomato and rice soup.” Dean was always good at making his mother’s recipe. Even though she wasn’t here, Dean still tried to keep her alive by doing these kinds of things.
“Dean, I can make her soup.” Sam said, scoffing a bit.
“Yeah, right. The only thing you can make well is a salad and I am not letting you feed her that crap.” Dean said without looking at his brother. Dean had a point. Sam never cooked. Whenever you and Sam would have a Bunker date, he paid Dean to make the food for him. He always said that he cooked it but you knew better. Sam was good at a lot of things but cooking wasn’t one of them.
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You only got a few hours of sleep. When you woke, Sam was gone and your stomach was growling. Damn, what kind of medicine did Sam give you because your stomach wasn’t in immense pain anymore. You were hungry but you didn’t feel like throwing up anymore. You still had a fever but you wanted to take it slow.
You tested your muscles and even though they were still sore, you managed to get up from the bed. You didn’t want to lay down anymore. You wrapped your thick blanket around yourself and trudged to the door. You slowly shuffled down the hallway and to the kitchen where you smelled something delicious.
You shuffled to the entrance of the door and groaned, the heads of the Winchester boys snapping to you.
“Y/N, what are you doing out of bed? Are you feeling okay?” Sam was on his feet in a matter of seconds. He touched your forehead but it was still burning up. Dean got out some fever reduction medicine and made you drink the liquid. You hated the taste but you wanted to feel better soon.
“I’m hungry.” You whined.
“I thought you said that the thought of food will make you vomit.” Dean teased, still at the stove.
“I will not hesitate to kick your ass, Winchester.” You sassed him. Sam wrapped an arm around you and led you to the table. You sat down and shivered, feeling cold. You hated feeling sick. You’ve mentioned that before, right?
“Here, eat this. It will make you feel better.” Dean put a steaming hot bowl of tomato and rice soup with some crackers. Your mouth watered at the sight of it.
“Thank you, Dean.” You smiled at him. You took the spoon and sipped the soup gracefully. You moaned as it went down your throat, making it a delicious burn.
“You’re welcome. Need anything else, tell Sam.” Dean walked out of the kitchen.
“Seriously, how are you feeling?” Sam asked, watching you nibble on a cracker.
“Well my stomach doesn’t feel inside out so I guess that’s a good thing.” You chuckled weakly.
“I still think you should get back in bed. Take it easy.” He suggested.
“I will after I eat. I would still keep the bucket there by our bed. You never know.” You sipped the liquid, sighing contently. You were only able to eat half of it and before you knew it, Sam scooped you into his arms. You moaned in pain slightly but rested your head on his chest. He was radiating warmth and it added to the blanket’s warmth.
Sam padded softly to yours and his room, laying you on the bed, getting behind you.
“Why don’t we watch movies for the rest of the night.” Your gorgeous boyfriend suggested.
“Sure but I’m warning you now that I will probably sleep through most of them.” You cuddled into the soft pillowed as Sam started a movie on Netflix. He wrapped an arm around you, placing his large hand on your stomach. He started to rub soothing circles and you were asleep before the first movie was over. You were better in no time and it was all thanks to Sam Winchester. What did you do to deserve that man?
The Most Important Qualities in a Partner Would Include:
(I’ll do deal breakers for them all soon!)
Sam: (Honesty) If there is one thing that Sam hates, it’s when people lie to him, especially when it puts them in danger. There is almost nothing that you could ever do that would anger him, so he wants you to be able to trust him enough to tell him almost everything. There may be times when you just do not feel like it’s right to tell him a certain thing, but as long as you eventually trust him to tell him something, that is all that matters to him. God forbid he ever finds something serious out from someone that isn’t you. Though, depending on what it is, he can learn to put his full trust back into you.
Dean: (Growth) To Dean, he values the ability to grow as a person. He never forgets anything that he has ever been through and uses it to learn from his mistakes, to be a better person in the future. He hopes that his partner would be the same, and would not let any experience go to waste. It’s important to be able to reflect on your mistakes and improve yourself as a person. He’s more than willing to be there for support but you have to have the will to let yourself grow. It’s okay if there are some moments of low points, but he just wants to be able to see you make the best of your life and overcome any hardship.
Castiel: (Respect) Castiel believes in being grateful for others in your life. Equivalent exchange is important to him, you must show an equal amount of care for those around you. If someone is trying to kill you (In the right state of mind), he does not think it is inherently bad to protect yourself, there is no reason why you don’t deserve to live. If someone is willing to protect you, he would hope you give them the same respect. If you treat those around you that care about you coldly, he would not know what to think, but would most likely not approve, and would hope you would change your mind after a while. It’s okay if you have a hard time learning to trust someone. As long as you eventually respect them, that is all that matters.
Jack: (Compassion) With his time around everyone, Jack has learned to feel compassion for others, and it has to be what is most important thing to him in anyone that he keeps in his life. He started to see the beauties in life, but also the nightmares that came along with it, so he values being able to help others. Even if there may be sometimes when you can’t do anything, but having a heart means a lot to Jack. He wants to be able to protect those close to him and he hopes you do as well. Caring about others is what he values the most, and if you can’t have sympathy for others, then he would not be too sure how to feel about it.
Crowley: (Loyalty) If there is anything that Crowley despises, he absolutely dreads being betrayed, and never takes it lightly. Even if he would normally deal with demons, he hates it when he puts some form of trust in someone and they turn around to betray him. It’s one thing if it is a low level demon he doesn't’ give a damn about, but when it comes to you? If he ever found out that you betrayed his trust that he was so willing to give you - and was even hard to be given in the first place - he would be absolutely furious. He would give you his undying loyalty and would always put you before everyone else, and if you went against his trust, then he would immediately come to believe everything you had built with him was all a lie.
Lucifer: (Confidence) You have to be able to have confidence in what you believe it, and have a deep certainty in it, too. He isn’t too fond when others are hesitant to do anything or question their beliefs because of it suggestions that they don’t have a strong enough sense of them. Considering he has never cared much about the happenings of the human population, he would not exactly understand the effects of things such as depression or anxiety, or anything along those lines so he would not be the best support system for such things. As much as you would want to, he would not know how to respond to them and very possibly won’t care enough. He wants you to know what you want, and have the confidence to follow through with it.
Gabriel: Gabriel doesn’t like to live a boring life so there always has to be a little bit of fun in his life. No matter your type of humor, he will always come to appreciate if you can get him to laugh. He loves all types of humor and just wants to laugh with you. You can expect him to joke around with you a lot, and boy will it definitely show you his own humorous side during intimacy. You don’t have to be the most humorous person in the world, but he at least wants to see you try. If he cares enough about you, even the little things can make him laugh and he will appreciate it.
* I forgot to mention that it’s open to other things besides Supernatura if it’s original - like you have an OC and an original concept that you want - or so happens to be Star Wars related! Also, prices are in USD. NORMAL REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS STILL OPEN! And I will be more active, so don’t worry! 💕 *
Hey guys! So I decided to open up to some commissions to make a little extra money to save up for a spring break trip to Greece I’m interested in going to with people from my Philosophy major on campus. It would help a ton to even get just a few! It’s not an emergency right now so it’s not like I’m going to say “I’m in desperate need of money, so please commission!” I know I probably won’t get any but thought I would try anyway.
Of course, I’m open up to the usual stories/headcanons with a pairing involved, but I’m not restricting the commissions to solely that. I’m just fine with doing a piece that involves a close friendship or just a general adventure between two or more characters. If you’re interested, I’m open do doing pretty much any type of pairing; it doesn’t matter if it’s with the reader, an OC, or another canon character, maybe even between two OCs. And I’m not restricting it to MXF, as I’m open to same-sex relationships.
I normally dive into angst or fluff, but I’m open to light smut as well. Tell me what you’d want with smut and I’ll tell you if I feel comfortable doing it! In terms of angst, I’m willing to go far with it. I’m comfortable in making a character really suffer; want them to be tortured? Hit me with it. Or maybe a character getting injured? Sounds good! I’m even willing to kill a character! And damn will I make sure it’s the best damn death I’ve ever written.
So I will price the piece based on the original word count agreed. Say that you want 1,000 words, the final price will be $5.00. If I go above the agreed-upon word count, you will not be charged a cent more. Suppose that I somehow go up to 1,500 words. You won’t pay $7.50, but rather still $5.00. It stays the original price based on word count because I would be taking payments first after I give you a rundown of my plans for the piece and you approve.
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(Characters I feel most confident writing for: Sam, Dean, Castiel, Crowley, and Charlie. I will still write other characters but note that I don’t normally write for many others. It doesn’t mean they can’t be included in a piece!)
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Imagine: Becoming addicted to Demon Blood (As a Cambion) and hiding it for months, only for Sam to discover your secret while you’re feeding.
It was all so intoxicating, the distinct metallic taste that came with consuming the blood and the warmth it brought to your exposed skill as it would drip down from your hand. Your (E/C) eyes flickered back over to the woman’s lifeless body that had just been filled with a demon not even ten minutes before. Licking your lips, you swallowed the fresh blood in satisfaction, taking in the pleasurable sensation as it made its way down your throat slowly.
With the heightened powers that it brought you, how could you ever turn away from consuming demon blood? They were your own, sure, but you could hardly consider it unethical considering what kind of creatures they were. Even if taking in the blood of humans brought you all new and improved powers like that of the demons could, it would only poor guild onto your conscious. The demons in no way deserved mercy, thus so what if you got a little more from killing one of them?
“(Y/N)?” you heard a shaky voice call from behind you. Eyes going wide, you glanced over your shoulder to see the youngest of the Winchester brothers standing before you in disbelief. His gaze shifted down to the body before returning back to you, heart sinking in the middle of his chest. “please... tell me that this isn’t what I think it is.”
“Fuck…” you muttered under your breath, standing up rather quickly. Wasn’t he still supposed to be back at the motel waiting for you to come back? You should have been alone. “Sam, give me a moment to explain this…” you tried, facial features softening as his terrified glare met your eyes, deep enough to pierce right into the jagged soul you called your own.
“Demon blood? Are you crazy?!” he spat out in disapproval. “do you not remember what it did to me?!”
“I had to! We need to get Micheal out of Dean and nothing has worked!”
“That doesn’t mean you had to go risking your sanity just to do it, Demon blood isn’t worth the risks!”
Running a frustrated hand through your soft locks, you turned your back on Sam to hide the tears that were so desperately trying to form in the corners of your eyes. It was tearing you apart knowing that Dean was out there somewhere with an Archangel in his mind, controlling his every move. As the cambion of a Prince of Hell, there had to be something you could do to stop it. For Hell’s sake, you had to be one of the most powerful beings on the planet.
Just imagine what more consuming demon blood could bring you.
“(Y/N), please,” Sam begged, reaching over to grab your upper arm to turn you back around. He didn’t hesitate to snake his arms around you, letting you lean into his embrace after only a few moments. “you don’t need to do this to yourself, we’ll figure something out. I promise that we’ll find a way to get him back but you don’t need to do this,” he whispered into your ear comfortingly.
“I’m… so fucking scared Sam…”
“Don’t be, you’re not alone in this,” he promised. It absolutely terrified him that you even entertained the idea after knowing what he himself went through years ago after consuming so much demon blood. But he had to be there for you to help detox off of the demon blood, to make sure that you never resorted back to it again. He’d be damned if he ever let you consume even the smallest of drops.
Summary: You have been close to the Winchester brothers for quite some time now, and helped them find their missing father. After you finally face the yellow eyed demon, you get in a car crash that sends you and the other three to the hospital. When you wake up, you are left to try to find a way to save Dean when you learn that he might not wake up. Tides turn when none other than the yellow eyed demon come to you after John - without your permission - makes a deal that involves you and his demon blood. What will happen when Azazel’s blood gets mixed into yours?
The yellow pair of eyes pierced deep into you, almost as if the gaze was touching your very soul. And the toothy grin to accompany it was haunting, One you were sure you would never be able to forget. “Old man Johnny went ahead and promised me something in our little deal, you see. In order to save his son, he didn’t only have to give me the colt and his soul, but a chance to experiment with something.”
You bit your bottom lip, heart sinking deeper into the middle of your chest. “What the Hell do you mean?”
He scoffed. “I have always wondered what exactly would happen if I fed someone my blood. And not a young human, but sometime fully matured. Someone such as yourself. So he promised I could have you,” he explained to you as he pointed his finger your way. “hate to break it You you, but your life is about to get crazy!”
I plan on posting the first chapter of this new series this weekend, and will schedule to update it every Sunday after! I hope you all enjoy. There won’t be a pairing!
Request: Can you do a love at first sight for Sam?
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Fucking werewolves could go fuck themselves in the fucking ass for all you fucking care. In case you haven’t noticed, you hated werewolves. They were a big pain in the ass and maybe if it wasn’t for the fact that they turned your little sister, you might think differently.
Seriously, you were the one that was going to kill her because she was killing a bunch of innocent people and by then, you were a very skilled hunter. But you happened to make the mistake of underestimating her and she had more werewolves with her.
You got beat pretty bad but you killed all of them… Well, maybe one escaped but you were bloodied and you couldn’t do it anymore. As you grow older, Hunting because harder and harder. You hunted anything that was supernatural because once you become a monster, that’s it.
You searched everywhere for the werewolf that escaped. You searched for a long time. Now, you finally got her trapped…
…And there were already hunters there.
No, fuck no, this was your hunt. You needed to be the one to do this because she was your sister. She was the one to escape and you needed to kill her. She wasn’t family anymore. She became a bitch after she got turned and it only took you 6 months to figure it out. But by then, a lot of people had already died.
You first saw the Impala when you parked in front of her apartment. She was living alone, you knew this much. She didn’t want to turn anyone else so she tried to keep a low profile but you knew where she was for a while now. You just had to figure out when the right time was to strike.
Maybe she knew you were coming. Maybe that is why she was held up at a tiny apartment. But you didn’t care. She needed to pay for what she had did.
Yes, that is a little harsh but she killed fucking 50 people already in the last year. You aren’t even going to mention the other years. She was always hungry and she didn’t know how to control it.
But other hunters were going to kill her first and you were going to make sure that isn’t going to happen. You grabbed your gun that was loaded with silver bullets and ran up to the apartment building, sneaking inside.
You crept up the stairs, already knowing the floor she lived on. You may or may not have paid some people to spy on her when you couldn’t. You held the gun in front of you and saw the door to her apartment already cracked open.
Damn it, those hunters were in there already. You heard thumping and a gunshot go off. You rushed inside to see three people. Your sister and two men. One of them was on the ground, unconscious and the other, who was damn attractive, was pinned to the wall.
“Shannon! Let go of him right now!” You yelled at her, making the man with the long hair and hazel eyes to look at you in surprise.
“Y/N, I’m so glad you could make it.” Shannon growled, turning to you with her fangs out. You held the gun at her, not going to miss this time.
“Put him down.” You warned, cocking your gun to let her know you weren’t kidding.
“You wouldn’t kill your own sister, would you?” She said, faking innocence.
“My sister died 5 years ago. You’re not my sister anymore.” You said coldly. You couldn’t let your feelings get in the way.
“Ouch, that hurt. What would mom and dad say about that?” She asked, squeezing the man’s throat. He winced but didn’t say a word.
“I don’t know, you killed them.” You glared, getting tears a bit but you refused to let them fall.
“Yeah, I did. That was a bit of a mess.” She laughed at the memory. You noticed how she was holding the man and you looked to the other man on the ground who was peeking up at you. He didn’t want Shannon to know he was wide awake now.
You shifted your eyes to the man and tried not to get distracted by how gorgeous he was. He noticed where you looked before and saw the man on the floor and you noticed his hands clenching. He didn’t have a gun but he was strong, you could tell that.
“I don’t feel sorry for you.” You lowered the gun a bit and shot her leg. She cried out, letting go of the tall man. Damn, and you thought you were tall. You capped out at 5’11 but this man was easily 6’4. The man on the floor took his gun and shot her in the stomach and she cried out again. Shannon was going to lunge at him but you got in the way and put the gun to her head.
There were no need for worked as you pulled the trigger, blowing her brains out. She fell to the ground with a thud and you clenched your jaw. Now, she wouldn’t be able to hurt anyone else.
The taller man helped the shorter man and damn, the other man with the piercing green eyes was tall too. They both stared at you and you sighed, biting your lip.
“I’m sorry she got to you first. Are you both okay?” You asked, hoping she didn’t bite them.
“Are you?” The taller one said.
“I need alcohol if I’m going to be able to talk about this.” You turned on your heel and walked out of the apartment, wiping the mess off your clothes. The men followed you and you put your gun in your car but you were shaking. There was no way you would be able to drive this way.
“Hey, why don’t you let me drive your car. I don’t think you should be driving right now.” You jumped when you felt large hands touch your shoulder gently. You looked into soft hazel eyes and almost got lost in them. He was so beautiful.
You looked at the other man to see him with a gloomy face. He stood next to the black beauty and you nodded. You handed the man your keys and he opened the passenger’s side door for you to get in.
“Dean, let’s take her to our motel room so she can get cleaned up.” Dean nodded and got in his car, starting her up. The other man, whose name you still didn’t know, got behind the wheel. For all you knew, you were going to a motel room to get murdered.
“You’re not going to murder me, are you?” You asked, looking at the man besides you.
“No, we aren’t. You’re safe with us.” He chuckled, following Dean.
“I’m Y/N, by the way.” You said in a small voice.
“Sam. That was my brother, Dean.”
“Sam and Dean? Where have I heard those names before?” You asked, thinking real hard about it. They sounded familiar but you couldn’t place their names. They didn’t look familiar but their names were.
“We’ve been all over the place and met a lot of hunters. Maybe one of them told you. We’re hunters and well known ones to other hunters and monsters.” Sam explained, never taking his eyes off the road.
“Wait, I think I remember now. I remember my friend telling me about hunters who she thought of as sons. My friend Jody talked about you.” You said, smiling at the mention of her name.
“Sheriff Jody? You know her?” Sam asked, shocked.
“Yeah, I tutor her daughter, Claire. I’ve been doing it for a while now.” You said.
“Wow, I never thought that… Jody never mentioned you.”
“Why would she? I’m no one important.” You let out a breathy chuckle.
“I haven’t known you for more than 30 minutes but I think you’re already important. What you did and what you went through tonight, it proves you’re important.” You looked over at Sam to see him already looking at you. You stared into his eyes and took a glance at his lips.
Damn, they look so soft. You licked your own and looked away to see you were already parked at the motel.
“I’m sorry about your sister.” Sam said, shutting off the car.
“She wasn’t my sister.” You said with a sigh, opening your door. Sam grabbed your hand and rubbed his thumb on the back of it.
“I’ve been where you are now. My brother… he… he turned into something bad and I didn’t know what to do. Every instinct was telling me to kill him but I knew my brother was still in there.” Sam explained.
“He looks normal to me. What happened?” You looked over at him to see him closer than before.
“I cured him. If there was a cure for werewolves, I would have done it for your sister.” You gave Sam a warm smile and leaned closer, pressing your lips to his cheek.
“Thanks Sam.” You whispered, realizing how close you were to him. You saw him look at your lips but you were still very emotional and this wasn’t right. You didn’t want to use him or take advantage of him because you were feeling emotional.
You pulled away before anything could happen and got out of the car.
“Sam, you’re a very nice man but I can’t do that to you. I don’t want to use you or feel like I’m taking advantage of you.” You said, pushing some hair away from your face. He stared at you with an emotion in his eyes that you couldn’t detect but you couldn’t ponder on it too much because Dean interrupted.
“Hey, you coming inside?” You looked over at Dean and nodded.
“Yeah, thanks.” He nodded and left the door open as he disappeared inside.
“Y/N…” Sam said.
“I think I should take that shower now.” You nodded and walked away from him into the room.
“You okay?” Dean asked but you walked right past him.
“I’m not sure.” You answered, going to the bathroom. You closed the door but left it unlocked. You saw some towels out and you stripped, getting inside.
You thought about what Sam said and how sweet he was. Of course, you wanted to kiss him but it wouldn’t be right. Maybe when you were thinking more clearly but how could you when this motel room smelled so good. It was filled with the smell of gunpowder, whiskey, mint but the biggest thing you could focus on was the smell of dusty old books and the faint smell of natural manly musk.
From one glance at the brothers, you pictured Sam smelling like old books and musk. He looked like the type to read a lot and enjoy it. Dean was attractive as hell but you thought Sam was more special.
You quickly got out of the shower and wrapped the towel around you. You realized there was no clothes you had because they were all at your motel room on the other side of town.
“Sam?” You asked through the closed door.
“Yeah?” He answered, walking closer to the door.
“I don’t have any clothes with me. Do you mind if I borrow some from you? I’ll give them back.” You asked, hoping he would say yes.
“Sure.” You heard some shuffling and a knock on the door. You opened it, clutching the towel to your body. You looked up in Sam’s eyes. You were 5 inches shorter than him so it wasn’t that far up but still, he was tall.
“Thanks Sam.” You smiled at him, taking the clothes from him.
“I hope they fit.” He smiled gently.
“I may be tall but I’m very skinny. I’ll fit in them.” You chuckled, looking into his eyes before closing the door. You quickly got dressed and you were right, he did smell of old books and musk. Damn, it smelled so fucking good.
You walked out and saw only Sam in the room. You didn’t know where Dean went but you didn’t mind. You liked Sam. You felt more of a pull towards him than his brother.
“Thank you again, Sam. They are a little big but I’ll give them back to you when I get back to my motel room.” You smiled, drying your hair with the hand towel.
“Don’t worry about it. They look better on you anyway.” You blushed and sat next to him by the table.
“Where is Dean?” You asked, biting your lip.
“Out. He needed a bartender to complete his night.” Sam chuckled.
“What about you?” You asked, wondering why he didn’t’ go out.
“I don’t like hooking up.” He said, leaving it at that.
“Right, you want more of a relationship and to be close to the person.” You said, agreeing with him.
“Yeah, exactly.” You smiled at Sam and bit your lip softly. You leaned more towards him a bit.
“Can I have that kiss now?” You whispered, looking into his eyes.
“You don’t have to ask.” Sam closed the distance and pressed his lips to yours. Sparks went off and you felt like you were meant to be doing this. Like you were meant to be with this man and his brother. You kissed him back a little harder, loving the feel of chills and goosebumps all over your body.
You got a little tongue in there but pulled away when you needed to breathe.
“Wow.” He whispered, smiling.
“Wow indeed.” You smiled at him, kissing him again. Yeah, this is where you belonged.
