“don’t cry sweetheart, too pretty for all that” he thumbs away the salt on your face. he smushes your cheeks. you’re emotional. irrational. littlest things have been setting you off, sammy hasn’t complained not once.
your eyebrows furrow, into a scowl, on your bunched up face. “you’re being annoying.” it comes out slurred as sammy’s got your face in his hands. his pupils are dilated, as his gaze pierces you with love.
you shouldn’t have said that - now he looks like a kid on christmas. “oh yeah?” he releases your face, to pepper you with kisses. “my gorgeous girl, crying for what?” he pulls away and pinches your chin. he holds your face tight. his thumb stroking the ends of your face. “i gotta arrest someone?” he squints. you give him the smallest satisfaction of a smile. another mistake. “ah so that’s a yes, who is it?”
“no one samuel.” you huff. your attitude bears no weight on the officer.
he scoffs, “you told me you’d only use that when i’m in the doghouse.”
“better start barking then.”
“woof,” he placates. he licks a stripe on your cheek. “woof woof” he placates once more.
you roll your eyes but you can’t help yourself from laughing, “you’re the worst.”
he smiles into your face. “that’s my pretty girl,” he presses a kiss to your temple. “there’s the pretty smile i know and love.”
the parking lot smelled like asphalt and cigarettes as the sun had started dipping in a low cascade of golden kisses bouncing off the windows of the station.
officers switched in and out for a change in shifts while sammy was sprawled against the cruiser. his uniform belt half undone. one hand rested on the hood while he listened to his partner— officer ben ramble about some disaster traffic stop the he heard about.
“i’m tellin’ you,” ben said, laughing to himself, “the guy tries to hand him a costco card instead of his license.”
sammy snorted tiredly. “maybe he thought the savings would get him out of the ticket.”
“you joke now, but one day some pretty girl’s gonna distract you and you’ll let a felon drive off.”
“yeah,” sammy rolled his eyes. “like that’s gonna happen.”
“sure.” ben pointed. “you get heart eyes too easy.” he added lazily.
“i do not, you fool.”
before ben could say anything else, movement near the sidewalk caught sammy’s attention.
his entire expression changed instantly.
there she was.
she was walking toward them suspiciously. she entirely sure that he’d still be there. she wore a pretty little outfit, hair moving in the evening breeze, nervous smile already tugging at her mouth the second their eyes met.
sammy straightened automatically. “what’re you doing here?”
her smile widened at the soft surprise in his voice. “hi to you too.”
ben looked between them once and immediately grinned. “well what do we have here?”
sammy ignored him, already walking toward her. the stressful shift melting off his stoic exterior the closer he got.
“you okay?” he asked first, hand instinctively finding her waist when he reached her. “everything alright?”
“everything’s fine.” she laughed softly. “i just wanted to surprise you.”
she held up her car keys with a tiny grin. ben and sammy looking at each other in astonishment.
“i’m stealing you for dinner.”
behind them, ben made the loudest fake gagging noise, hunching over like he was going to vomit.
“jesus christ!” he wailed.
sammy shot him a look over his shoulder. “don’t start.”
“nah, nah.” ben lifted his hands innocently. “this is sweet. officer bryant gettin’ picked up after work… like a tired hubby.”
she burst out laughing, her had covering her blushing ing cheeks while sammy groaned. “bro you are so annoying.”
ben leaned closer to her conspiratorially. “you shoulda seen him ten seconds ago. looked like somebody kicked his dog.”
“i did not.”
“man, your posture alone was cryin’ for help.”
sammy shook his head, trying and failing miserably ti not smile when he heard her giggle beside him.
“you really came just to take me to dinner?”
“yeah.” she shrugged shyly. “thought you deserved a nice night.”
that look hit him again.
that stupid unbearably fond look that always made ben want to throw something at him.
“oh my god,” ben complained. “there it is. there’s the heart eyes.”
“you jelly?” she giggled, swatting at ben playfully, “i have friends, you know. we can have a double date.” she mused as sammy flipped him off without even glancing away from her.
she laughed harder now, cheeks warm under sammys attention. his hand stayed steady against her waist like it belonged there.
“where we goin’?” he asked.
“it’s a surprise.”
“you have a plan and everything?”
“mhm.”
sammy swallowed hard. he hadn’t been taken care of like this in a long time. he didn’t know how to breath.
ben noticed too, expression softening for half a second before he ruined it immediately.
“don’t let him order mozzarella sticks,” he warned her. “he gets emotionally attached to appetizers.”
“ben.”
“i’m serious. man almost fought me over onion rings once.”
“that is not what happened!”
she was practically crying laughing now, leaning into sammy’s side while he shook his head in embarrassment. even then, while glaring at ben, sammy’s arm tightened around her automatically. protective.
ben pointed at them both. “yeah, yeah. get outta here. y’all are makin’ the parking lot look too romantic.”
sammy muttered another insult under his breath, but she caught the little smile pulling at his mouth as he guided her toward her car.
and before opening the passenger door, he leaned down close enough for only her to hear.
You heard heavy boot steps coming up the hall and stepped out from the kitchen with a mixing spoon still in hand. “You’re back so soon,” you said, though you had to admit that you weren’t disappointed to see Sam and Dean home already and completely unharmed.
Dean, however, looked annoyed. “Case wasn’t a case,” he growled. “Not our kind of thing.”
“Oh—well, I’m glad you’re back safe,” you said, watching him retreat down the hall. He acknowledged that with a weak wave and continued toward his room, but Sam stopped beside you, dropping his duffel bag heavily on the floor. He gave you a smile. “He seems upset,” you said hesitantly.
Sam nodded and laughed. “Yeah... It wasn’t a wendigo, just a bunch of stoners who got so high they couldn’t find their way back to the campsite after ‘communing with nature’. Rangers had them outta there before we even pulled up. They were stuffing their faces with pancakes about the time we pulled in.”
“Oh,” you nodded. “Everyone is okay?” Sam nodded. “Then why is Dean so upset?”
“He wanted to use the flame thrower,” Sam explained, laughing and shaking his head a little.
You laughed. “Ahh. Makes sense. Oops,” you said, stepping back when a dark crimson blob of something dripped off the spoon and landed on the floor. You and Sam both looked down at it.
Sam smiled at you again. “You were anxious?” he ventured, catching your eyes again.
You nodded. “Well... yeah...”
He swiped a finger on the remainder of the residue on the spoon. “Strawberry?” he asked.
“Strawberry rhubarb!” you grinned.
“Even better,” he nodded. He wrapped you in a hug, his arms going all the way around you and squeezing just tight enough. “I’m sorry it’s so hard for you when we go out on cases. I know what it’s like to sit around and worry.”
“Yeah,” you said, pulling back, careful not to get jam on his shirt. “I suppose you do.”
“Alright,” he said, a hand light on your back, nudging you toward the kitchen and carefully stepping over the glob on the floor. “You better show me what you’ve been up to in here.” He followed you in and you smiled a little sheepishly as he took in the mess of dirty bowls and pots, leftover discarded fruit, and the sticky counter that was absolutely blanketed with freshly canned homemade jams and jellies. He shook his head fondly and smiled at you. “You’re my favorite person in the whole world,” he laughed.
“Wait until you taste the blueberry,” you said proudly. “It’s maybe my best batch yet. A little lemon for brightness. Perfection!”
He rolled up his shirt sleeves, getting ready to help you clean up the aftermath of your coping method, and gave you a warm look. “Can’t wait.”
Prompt: “You’re my favorite person in the whole world.”
This week is Boyfriend Material Week 2.0 - Quarantine Edition! Each day I’ll put out a one-shot with one of my favorite idols - each day picking someone different. Who will be boyfriend material tomorrow?
Pairing: Sammy (TheRose) x YN
Type: RoomatesAU
When you find a roommate online, there’s always a risk. They could be super messy or loud or disgusting.
Or you could look like all of those things and more to them.
Or things could be great. You could both be relatively quiet and not cross paths. You could share chores and clothes and take turns cooking.
But you never thought you could luck out and find a roommate that turned your apartment into a home.
Until some obnoxious ray of sunshine called Sammy answered your ad and knocked on your door with just a bag and a guitar.
Okay he hadn’t just shown up at your doorstep after finding your ad actually. He had called and you met him at a coffee shop first to interview him as a potential roommate. After that went well then he showed up at your doorstep with his stuff.
But he really did only have a bag and a guitar.
Sammy was enrolled in the music program at a local college and had been living in the dorms for a while until he was having trouble affording it, so he had to find a cheaper option.
Enter him entering your apartment.
It was modest to put it romantically... small to put it realistically. But it had two small rooms connected by a bathroom off of the living room and a kitchen that had a washer and dryer tucked into the corner. And even though it was...modest...you were a student also and needed all the help on the rent you could get.
It had been a weird start. You both tried to be quiet and stay out of each other’s way. But one day Sammy broke the awkwardness.
“You sing really loud in the shower you know,” he said while grabbing cereal one morning.
Cereal you already had and just about choked on.
“And when you’re doing homework. How do you focus?”
“I can’t tell, are you asking me because you want me to be quieter?” you asked, genuinely confused by the tone he was using.
“I don’t actually mind it. You have a good voice and good taste in music. But like the other day when you were working on those casebooks or whatever it is you read all the time, you were singing along and...dancing? Kind of?”
“I’m going to try and ignore the fact you couldn’t identify my dancing, but I guess it just helps me focus? All my other senses get blocked out and singing my favorites doesn’t take much thought so I can just concentrate?”
“That’s kind of cool,” he said, sitting down across from you.
“And you know,” you started while cleaning up your dishes, “I’m not the only one who sings loudly in the shower.”
The choking cough you heard from him sounded like sweet payback music to your ears. Which you enjoyed until you handed him a glass of milk before heading to pack up for the day.
After that, you guys fell into a more comfortable rhythm. Sammy joined a band and would be out of the apartment more, but when he was back you guys would typically talk music or binge some shows together.
And then you even started sharing the chores around the apartment. He kind of became the best roommate you could have asked for?
It was a good thing you had gotten so comfortable because almost 7 months into living together a pandemic forced your community into a precautionary quarantine. Both your and Sammy’s classes went online, and somehow so did his band practices?
The first week you both tried to keep things scheduled and treat every day like normal, only doing work in the apartment instead of going outside.
In the second week, you stopped putting on as much makeup all the time, I mean some times it was just fun to do, and Sammy switched from jeans to sweatpants pretty much always.
By the third week, you both were in pajamas most of the time, fighting over the tv remote, and attending classes with your video cameras off.
Sammy’s band practices were pretty much done by the honor code too because it was too hard to really sync up onscreen.
Your apartment turned into a kind of eternal sleepover with work sprinkled in occasionally, especially as classes came to an end. The only problem, even if you were treating life like an eternal sleepover? You were still two high-energy, young-blooded individuals and, no matter how in-sync you were, you got bored.
“We can’t play that with only two people,” you said for the third time as Sammy thought of another card game.
“What about if we play Sorry? Each take two colors?”
“We played that two days ago.”
“Then you pick!” Sammy yelled, flopping back onto the floor.
“We still have a puzzle we haven’t-”
“I will go cross-eyed if we do another puzzle this week,” Sammy said, rolling onto his stomach and resting his chin on your knee to look at you.
And your stomach flummoxed.
A downside to the quarantine? You were spending a lot of time with a guy you were growing increasingly more comfortable with and interested in. And that guy? Had grown a habit of hanging around the apartment in just his sweatpants.
You pulled your knee out from under him so his head dropped and you turned around to pull a blanket off of the couch and throw at him.
“You are going to catch a cold. I don’t know why you spend every waking moment like that. I mean don’t you feel like putting anything on when you get up in the morning?” you laughed out, packing up some of the veto’ed games.
“What do you mean?” Sammy asked, picking himself off the ground to help you. “I do. The sweatpants. When I sleep I don’t wear an-”
“DON’T!” you yelled, dropping the games on the couch and slapping your hand over his mouth. “Don’t finish that sentence if you want to have any say in what we play tonight.”
And he licked your palm.
“Gross Sammy!”
“Well I know what I’d like to play with you but you just called my saliva gross so I doubt it’ll work,” he mumbled out while you were busy washing your hand obnoxiously in the bathroom.
“How about this,” he started, louder this time. “I’ve been working on a song for the band and I need someone to help me work on the harmonies.”
Feeling relieved you were back in familiar territory, you settled onto the couch with him and his guitar.
“Okay so here’s what I’ve got so far,” he started, strumming away.
You really admired Sammy’s talent in music. He always said he was just a simple guy with a guitar. Or he’d joke about his song-writing skills with lines like “Hello my name is Sam and I like some ham/ girls call me bam when they see me they go damn.”
You never let him live that one down let’s be clear.
But then he had lines like “a word you can’t forget in the breeze/ sorry, for not turning back/ sorry, for this selfish self of mine.”
And if his lyrics didn’t give you goosebumps, his voice would.
You never had been a big fan of voices with excessive vibrato. But his was so raspy and unique that every time you heard it you would get lost in the song, in his voice.
Kind of like you were now.
“YN? Did you have any ideas?”
“Huh?”
Sammy turned to you and set the guitar across his lap with a smirk on his face. Now, instead of being distracted by his voice, you were distracted by that smirk.
“What were you focusing on?” he asked. “The few chords I’ve put together could not have been exciting enough to draw that look from your face.”
“I was just thinking,” you started.
“Clearly,” he laughed, putting his guitar in its stand and resettling on the couch with a blanket wrapped around him. “Talk to me.”
You mirrored his position and then looked him dead in the eyes.
“You are incredibly talented, you know that right?”
Sammy blinked a few times, clearly not expecting that.
“I’m serious, Sammy. You have a gift and I’m just really proud of how serious you take that.”
“You-you’re something special you know that?” he said back on a breath. “How many people are as kind as you are? I’ve seen it for months now and it still surprises me every time.”
At that you were blushing and twisting your fingers together.
“I just think it’s important to say what you feel sometimes,” you said.
“Really?” he asked, with something in his voice you couldn’t nail down so you looked up.
“I mean things are meant to be shared, joy to be doubled and sorrow to be halved. It’s not always easy because of timing or personalities, but I do genuinely believe that.” you said, holding onto one of his hands that you didn’t remember grabbing in the first place.
Sammy ducked to smile and mumble again, “and you say I’ve got a talent with words.”
When he looked back up, he grabbed both of your hands in both of his, making you blush.
“I like you.”
You blinked.
“You aren’t required to say or do anything back, but I wanted to say it because I think we fit well together? I don’t just feel comfortable around you, but I’m never bored, even when we have the same days in and out. You just make my heart smile.”
Cue some more blinking from you.
“Okay I’m going to need you to stop and look away for a second,” you interjected, not being able to take any more.
Sammy immediately dropped his hands and backed to the end of the couch before turning his head to drop onto the cushion.
“I’m so sorry I made this so weird now, right?”
You knew you wouldn’t be able to say anything with him staring at you, but you still felt nervous looking at him, so you crawled across the couch to hug him with your head on his shoulder and eyes shut tight.
And with no preamble, you answered.
“I like you too.”
Sammy’s arms immediately came up to crush you to him and you felt his cheek actually nuzzle against the top of your head.
“Oh thank goodness I didn’t want to have to find a new place to live in the middle of a pandemic,” he joked out.
“I guess you can stay,” you laughed.
“Best roommate/girlfriend ever.”
“You do have to start wearing a shirt though,” you said, pulling back and pointing to his exposed chest, “because dating you is going to make resisting the urge to oggle you that much harder now.”
“I knew you were distracted by me!”
“I am not having this conversation with you!” you said, pushing off of the couch to ignore him until he grabbed your arm and pulled you back down.
“Okay no conversations let’s just cuddle some more.”
“That sounds like the perfect way to spend the night.”
Warnings: none, this is super soft & sweet, my favorite kind of Sam!
A big thank you to @itsametaphorbriansblog for this fun request! I know you said I could choose any of the boys & Sam seemed like such a cute fit for this, I hope you enjoy! Also thank you to @gretavfleet for the gif ~
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Greta Van Fleet. They were there, right in front of you, their music vibrating in your ears, their shining outfits glimmering in your view. It was by far the most starstruck you’d ever been, despite meeting all different musicians and actors during your (well, sort of short) time in show business.
Your eyes were glued to them as they performed. Their dynamic was electric, all of them playing off one another effortlessly, all of their own individual styles working together to create the foursome of a dream, a surreal and glittering sensory experience.
But who was your favorite? You really couldn’t choose, you’d developed crushes on them all as you’d listened to and watched them, starting long before your boss told you they’d be on the show. Josh was pure saccharine sweetness with his toothy smile and gleaming eyes; Jake was a powerhouse with that guitar, you couldn’t help but wonder what else his fingers could do; Danny’s quiet, reserved nature you’d observed in interviews was gone when he drummed, replaced by a wild, rhythmic beast; then there was Sam, with his hair slipping into his face and those perfect, pouty, parted lips twitching as he fingered his bass, effortlessly cool, ungodly beautiful.
That energy and that face, especially that perfect mouth, ended up making you transfixed on Sam most of all. You’d seen him in interviews and videos and he seemed like such an endearing goofball, someone you could imagine having a ton of lighthearted fun with, but watching him play right in front of you made your heart flip in your chest.
You were just hanging out backstage after the boys were done, hopeful you’d actually get to talk to them yourself, nervous you’d be too starstruck to be coherent. You were tapping your foot, absentmindedly glossing over one of the posters on the wall, when you felt a tap on your shoulder.
Danny Wagner was standing in front of you, seeming to be even taller than in video form, and even more ripped. You swallowed, nerves prickling up your spine, but he offered you a sweet smile.
“Hey, um, Y/N, right?” he asked, just as shy and bashful as you’d imagined, but it was so strange to experience it for yourself.
“Yeah,” you affirmed, trying not to stare at him too hard, but damn, he was cute! “Danny?”
He politely extended his hand you shook it, warm and a little rough. “Yeah, nice to meet you. So, um, we’ve got your biggest fan nearby.”
You cocked your head, the nerves up your spine intensifying. “What do you mean?”
“Sam loves you,” Danny said, then laughed a little. “Well, he’s just a big fan. Your biggest fan, honestly.”
Your heart flipped again, but it kept flipping, and you let out a quiet, nervous laugh. “Really?” you replied, looking around. “Where is he? I’d love to meet him.”
“He’s being shy right now,” Danny told you, starting to glance around himself. “I think Jake and Josh are giving him a hard time about it.”
“It’s okay,” you insisted, feeling yourself blush. “I can’t believe he’s nervous to meet me, I’ve been so nervous to meet you guys.”
Seemingly out of nowhere there was a gravely, warm voice behind you that said, “Oh please, we’re all cupcakes,” and then Josh was next to Danny, their vast difference in stature and hippie outfits making you start to giggle.
Your attention was averted when you saw Jake behind them, practically dragging a limp Sam behind himself, then all four members of Greta Van Fleet were in front of you. You blinked hard, feeling the need to pinch yourself, but Sam cleared his throat and looked at you through his lashes, a faint pink hue over his cheeks, and it fully registered that they were real. And Sam, the wonder boy bassist, was starstruck by you?
Jake shoved him a little, pushing him forward, and Sam turned his head to shoot his older brother a scathing look before turning back to you and smiling, still clearly nervous. “Hi,” he said quietly, then ran his hand through his hair, the sequins on his jacket glimmering almost as brilliantly as his hair.
“Hi Sam,” you said, feeling more bashful yourself. He was so cute, made even cuter by how nervous he was with you. “You were really great.” You looked away from him for a second to address his brethren, not wanting to exclude them. “All of you were amazing, it’s so crazy I got to see you--”
“You’re hilarious,” Sam blurted, his cheeks even pinker, a thin layer of sweat above those plump lips.
Josh laughed behind him, meeting your eyes and waving his hand as if to say, He’s trying, but when Sam turned and shot him a dirty look too, Josh corralled Jake and Danny. “Come on, boys,” he said, leaving Sam with one last knowing glance. “Let’s go mingle or at least take advantage of the free food.”
Sam turned back to you and ran his hand through his hair again, then placed it on his hip, then crossed his arms. “Sorry,” he said, uncrossing them and shoving his hands in his pockets. “I’m kinda nervous--I watch your show all the time, I think you’re so funny.”
“Well, it’s not really my show,” you replied with a little laugh. “But thank you, that’s so cool. I’m really flattered.”
Sam removed one hand from his pocket and extended it to you. “Sorry, I didn’t officially introduce myself. Sam.”
You smiled and shook it--also warm, also a little rough, but delicate. “Y/N.”
He laughed, the same open-mouthed, slightly braying laugh you’d experienced only in video form. “I--honestly, I just wanted an excuse to touch you,” he confessed, looking at the floor. “Your hands are really soft.”
You felt like you needed to pinch yourself again but, whatever, you were going to roll with it. “How about a hug?” you offered. “Maybe I’d like to feel your jacket.”
Sam raised his eyebrows and laughed again, then splayed his arms and enveloped you in them, both of you squeezing each other a little. It was weird--still surreal--but he was so sweet, you felt like you were meeting someone you’d been waiting to meet your whole life, you just hadn’t known it, so much so that you didn’t want to let him go. You both lingered in each other’s arms, but finally you released him slowly, letting your hands trace over the sleeves of his jacket as you pulled away.
You were both still looking into each other’s eyes, even with the loss of physical contact, and you fiddled with a loose thread on your shirt. “I’ve watched so many videos of you guys,” you told him, not knowing what to say, not even concerned with seeming cool, just feeling overwhelmed in the best way. “I’m seriously starstruck, and watching you out there--just wow, Sam.”
He perked up, straightening his spine, though he was still blushing. “I’ve watched all your sketches, all your stand-up, everything,” he said, looking at you intently under those dark, sculpted brows. “I’m starstruck.”
You laughed, your heart flipping again, the tingling nerves becoming a welcome feeling. You felt giddy and goofy, and if this was all a dream it was the best dream you’d ever had.
“Is it weird if I ask for your number?” Sam asked after you saw him take a deep breath.
You took a deep breath yourself and, as you reached into your back pocket for your phone, your hand was shaking a little. “No, not weird at all,” you assured him, managing enough composure to hand it to him. “Here, uh, put yours in and I’ll text you.”
Sam nodded and took it, the tip of his tongue between his teeth as he typed, then handed it back to you. You looked down at the contact--Starstruck Sam.
You laughed, butterflies erupting inside you, and typed out your message to him: Hey Starstruck Sam, it’s Starstruck Y/N. I hope we get to be awkward fans together again sometime.
He read it, laughed, then looked up at you. “Really?”
“Yeah, of course,” you said, still shaking a little. You were beyond starstruck then. “I think you’re incredible.”
There was that one of a kind laugh again. Sam put his phone back in his pocket and glanced at the floor again. “You’re incredible,” he said quietly, then met your eyes. “Can I give you another hug before I go?”
You nodded and moved into him, both of you wrapping your arms around one another again. You rested your cheek on his chest, taking in his scent--laundry detergent overpowered by a musky cologne, something herbal lingering in his hair--and carefully cradling him.
Sam sighed and nestled his cheek against the top of your head, gently rubbing one hand between your shoulder blades and, again, it was like neither of you wanted to break the embrace. But you heard Josh calling for Sam and he slowly pulled back, although not entirely before he left a quick, soft kiss on your cheek.
“I’ll text you,” he promised, starting to walk backward away from you. “Or call you--what do you like?”
You laughed, his touch still lingering on your body. “Either.”
He laughed too. “Okay, Y/N. It was really nice meeting you.”
The butterflies in your stomach were fluttering around as you watched him go, eventually having to settle for his glittering backside moving further and further away, but you turned around before he was completely out of view. You pulled out your phone and looked at the message you sent, your heart racing, a rush of blood to your head that made you feel sure you’d see him again, and you’d both be starstruck over one another again.
The warm summer breeze blew across the back yard, the smell of my rose garden filling my senses. Sammy sat beside me playing I.L.Y on his guitar as he softly sang.
“ Aish.” I groaned placing my hands on my big belly. “ Baby boy loves your singing, he keeps moving around and kicking me.”
Sammy chuckled getting up from his chair and sat next to me, “ Hey baby boy, things nice and cozy in there? Momma and I can't wait to meet you.” He pushed his hands under mine.
“ Keep talking.” I whispered watching the movements.
Sammy laid his head on my belly a huge smile stretched across his face. “ I love you little Mister.”
I sniffed wiping the tears from my eyes. “ Who's cutting onions?”
“ Ahh Jagi, don't cry.” Sammy sat up pulling me into him.
“ You are just so cute.” I cried
“ Not as cute as you !” He pulled back planting kisses all over my face. “ Wanna go get lunch?”
Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean, Jack (the Nephilim), Castiel (mentioned)
Word Count: 3,247
Warnings: kind of angsty, fluffy Sam feels at the end, spoilers for the plot of season 12/13, including a few details about Eileen.
Request: Can I request one where the reader is Sam's ex-wife and they spilt on bad terms. Then Dean calls her to help with lucifer and the Nephilim and they're always bickering until it ends in fluff? I'm sorry if that's too long
Author’s Note: If you want to become a Queen yourself (on my tag list) or apart of the Sam Fam, shoot me an ask or PM, I don’t bite.
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One of your greatest moments in life was when you said ‘I do’ to the greatest man you’ve ever known. You’ve spent 4 wonderful years with the love of your life until it crashed and burned to the ground. You’ve definitely had great moments with Sam Winchester, after all, you were thinking of having kids with the man.
However, where there are good things, there are bad ones and you just knew, towards the end of your marriage that things weren’t going to get better. You loved Sam with all your heart and that was never going to change, however, you didn’t think you two should be together.
It started off with the small things. You were a hunter and before you and Sam ever got together, you would hunt with the Winchesters. You were good at it, killing monsters left and right. It was one of the reasons Sam fell I love with you. Then, you two started dating and Sam got more protective over you.
You thought it was sweet at first. You didn’t want to see him get hurt either and would sometimes try and protect him. However, it got to the point where you couldn’t leave the Bunker without him asking you where you were going. You tried to brush it off since the last time Sam loved a girl like you was with Jessica.
But, it got too much for you to handle. You couldn’t breathe right without Sam being up your ass all the time. You couldn’t take it anymore and decided to leave for a few days. You needed to get your head in the right space, trying to figure out how to deal with this all.
You didn’t tell Sam you were leaving, only Dean. You made him promise not to tell Sam and you left, glad to be on your own for a few days. However, while you were out enjoying yourself, you saw a hunt present itself to you, and you decided to take it, always having extra weapons on you for safe keeping. You never know in the world of hunting.
Long story short, you were captured and had to wait for Dean and Sam to come get you. Needless to say, Sam was pissed when he found you. He didn’t say anything until you were all back at the Bunker. Dean tried to get Sam to calm down on the way over to you but with no luck.
You wished Dean hadn’t stayed for this fight, but he wanted to make sure you were okay. Again, long story short, you and Sam ended up yelling at each other for the whole night, arguing about hunting on your own.
You were a hunter before meeting Sam and Dean and you’ve hunted alone most of your life. You know that you, being on a hunt alone, isn’t what was the problem. You tried to get Sam to tell you about it but he wouldn’t, so, you threatened him with a divorce, saying how this obsession has got to stop.
He let you go. He couldn’t legally file for divorce, but he managed to do it (with the help of Castiel) and now here you were, 6 months down the line, alone and heartbroken. You thought you and Sam had something more special. He didn’t even bother fighting for you when you mentioned the word ‘divorce’.
Seeing how he spent so much time up your ass, you thought he would at least care for you. Maybe Sam wasn’t the man for you, maybe he was only meant for you to see your own self-worth. But the thing was… you missed Sam and you loved him so very much. Now he was gone and you didn’t know the next time you would see him.
You thought you would have run into him on a case somewhere but it never happened. But, that never stopped you from giving up hope and even now, while you were on a small case, you were still hoping your cell phone would ring and it would be him, ready to apologize to you.
Well, your phone did ring but it wasn’t Sam. It was Dean. Dean, you still liked. Dean, you still talked to every once in a while, getting updates on their lives… Sam’s life.
“Dean, hey, long time, no talk.” You said once you picked up.
“Hey, Y/N, how are you doing?” He asked, his voice strained a bit.
“Fine, are you okay?” You asked, noticing something was off right away.
“Yeah, I want to catch up, you know that, but I kind of need your help.”
“My help? What could you possibly need my help with? Don’t you have Sam and, I don’t know, and Angel?” You said, sighing deeply.
“Yeah, listen, Cas isn’t much help right now and I’m not with Sam. We’ve decided to take a break.”
“Wait, why? Is everything okay with you two?” You asked, worried that you were the one to cause a fight between the brothers.
“Yeah, no, everything is fine. Look, could you please meet me? Where are you?”
“In Wisconsin but sure, I’ll meet up with you if you promise to explain what is going on. Also, if you promise that Sam isn’t going to be there when I get there. I don’t know if I’m ready to see him right now.” You admitted, your voice getting lower with each word.
“I promise. I’ll text you the details. I really owe you one.”
“Yeah, you do, Winchester.” You said, hanging up shortly after. You sighed, seeing the details Dean had sent your way. You had no idea what was going on with him but this was Dean, of course you were going to help him. A small part of you hoped that he lied and that Sam really was going to be there. But, based on the way he treated you, you hoped that he wasn’t.
You got to the isolated house that Dean had invited you to and got out of your car, looking around the place. There was nothing for miles and you wondered why Dean was here, out of all places. Was he hiding form someone? Was he hiding someone here? You had a ton of questions but they would only get answered if you walked inside the house.
You saw the Impala and immediately, your mind was filled with memories of you and Sam and the nights spent in the backseat. You sighed, shaking them out of your brain for the time being. You couldn’t help Dean if your mind was filled with Sam. At least he wasn’t going to be here.
You walked up to the front door and found it unlocked, walking inside without waiting for someone to come to the door.
“Dean! I’m here!” You said, closing the door with a heavy thud.
“Dean, you called her here?” You froze at the sound of the one person who you dreaded seeing. You slowly walked into the living room and saw Dean bickering with his brother. Upon entering, both brothers pulled away with Dean looking at you and Sam looking at the ground.
“You said he wasn’t going to be here.” You said, looking at Sam who refused to look at you.
“Well, that shouldn’t matter, right? You’re already here and we do kind of need your help. We would call Cas but he’s been MIA for quite a while and we didn’t have anyone else to turn to.” Dean said sheepishly.
“There is literally 5 other people we could have called, Dean.” Sam said, his voice low as if he didn’t want you to hear it but you did. You sighed and felt your heartbreak at this. Sam scoffed when Dean didn’t say anything and left you and Dean alone.
“I think you better call someone else. I don’t think I’m wanted here.” You said, turning around to leave.
“No, stay, please?” Dean said, rushing over to you and grabbing your arm lightly. “Come on, we both need you here. We worked so well in the past. Come on, Y/N, please. For me?” You sighed and turned back around, your arm still in Dean’s hand. You stared into the green eyes that begged you to stay.
“Alright, fine, what are we dealing with?” You asked, trying to push the thought of Sam’s attitude into the back of your mind.
“A Nephilim. Look, you knew that Lucifer was going to be a problem before and you knew he impregnated a woman, right?” Dean said, letting your arm go.
“Don’t bother telling her this, Dean, I don’t think she could help.” Sam said, walking back into the room.
“Sam, please, don’t…” Dean said with a sigh.
“No, Dean, let Sam say what he wants. I think he forgot who it was that helped him finish not one, not two, not even three, but a ton of cases because he was too dumb to figure it out for himself.” You said, glaring at Sam. You thought that once you saw Sam, you would realize how stupid you two were being and forgive each other but that clearly wasn’t the case. He didn’t want you here, well, you were going to make sure that you would stay here.
“Are you forgetting who had to save your ass because you got yourself captured not one, not twice, not even three times but a ton of times?” Sam retorted. You were about to say something when Dean cut you off.
“Both of you, knock it off! Sam, how is Jack?” Dean said, looking at his brother.
“He won’t stop staring at me. He won’t even let me enter the room.” Sam said, sighing.
“Who is Jack?” You asked.
“Lucifer’s son.” Dean said, looking at you.
“Lucifer has a son? You didn’t get Kelly to kill the baby?” You gasped, hitting Dean in the arm.
“Hey, she tried to. She actually tried to kill herself but Jack wouldn’t let her. We need your help with him. He won’t listen to any of us and we thought that he might listen to you.” Dean said, giving you those puppy eyes again.
“Ugh, fine, but only for you, Dean. It’s bad enough Sam is here.” You said, glaring at Sam before pushing past both Winchesters. You left the room but stayed by the door to hear what they were saying because you knew that as soon as you left, an argument would erupt.
“Dean, why the hell did you invite her here?” Sam said, glaring at his brother.
“You know why, Sam. You’re pissy every single day and frankly, it’s getting on my damn nerve. Now, you let her walk away the first time, don’t make that mistake again.” Dean said, glaring at Sam. Neither brother was backing down from this.
You got tears but wouldn’t let them fall. You sighed and walked down the hallway to the only bedroom in the house. You sighed and knocked on the door just so Jack would know you were coming in. You didn’t wait for him to answer you and you opened the door, seeing the frightened child huddled in the corner.
“Hi, Jack, you don’t know me but my name is Y/N.” You said, seeing his eyes glow yellow upon you stepping into the room. Shit, that wasn’t good.
“Okay, look, I know you’re scared right now. Your mother just died and your father is locked away right now but I won’t hurt you.” You tried again, walking a bit closer to him. He growled, seeing how you were getting closer and you stopped, fearful that he would kill you.
“Look, Jack, I’m sorry this is how you were brought into the world. It’s a shitty world right now but just let me help you. I’m not your mom, I know this, but if you let me, I would like to try. Sam and Dean, they won’t hurt you. They’re good people. They’re just confused because, well, we’ve never met a Nephilim before. You understand, right?” You said, trying to be gentler with him. He stopped his growling but his eyes stayed yellow.
“It’s okay to be scared. I’m scared, but not of you. Look, I can see you’re hurt, you’re bleeding. Let me help you.” You said, staring into his eyes. He sighed and his eyes turned back to their normal color. You smiled, sitting on the bed, waiting for him to come to you.
He got up slowly and walked over to you, sitting next to you on the bed. He reluctantly gave you his arm where you saw a cut was. You looked into his eyes and smiled, looking at the wound. You were about to get up and get the first aid kit when there was a knock on the door.
“Come in.” You said. The door opened and when Jack saw Sam and Dean, he growled, his eyes turning yellow.
“Hey, Jack, it’s okay. I told you they won’t hurt you. I won’t let them hurt you.” You said, looking at him. He looked at you and nodded, calming down.
“I’m going to get the first aid kit, so I’ll be right back.” You said to Jack, getting up from the bed but he gripped your arm tightly, not wanting you to leave.
“Jack, hey, it’s okay, I’ll be right back.” You said, looking at him.
“No, stay.” He said.
“Okay, fine, will one of you get the kit?” You asked Sam or Dean, sitting back on the bed. Dean left before his brother got a chance to, leaving you and Sam to stare at one another.
“Wow, you’re better with him than Dean and I.” Sam said, not knowing where to look.
“Yeah, go figures, huh? I’m surprised you left him in this room all by himself. You were so far up my ass, you barely let me breathe on my own.” You said, glaring at Sam.
“Oh, I was up your ass? How could I be, when you left to go on hunts by yourself? Did you have no regards to other people’s feelings?” Sam asked, stepping into the room. Jack’s grip on you tightened and you turned to him, putting a hand on his back.
“It’s okay, Jack. We’re not fighting. No, if we were fighting, Sam would be yelling shit left and right, throwing things to make him more macho.” You said. Sam was about to yell at you when Dean came back to the room.
“God, what is with you two lately? You used to be in love with each other.” Dean said, handing you the kit. You turned to Jack and patched up his arm. Smiling at him when he was good as new. You figured since he was new to this world, his powers haven’t taken effect yet.
“Yeah, Dean, used to, as in, not anymore. It’s funny how a person can change so much.” You said, looking at Sam while you said it.
“I changed? You were the one who left me.” Sam said.
“Yeah! Because you were obsessive! You barely let me leave the Bunker and if I did, you wanted to come with. Like, dude, have you heard of personal space?” You accused him.
“It’s not my fault I wanted to protect you! Sorry, I cared too much!” Sam said with a glare. You were about to say something when you looked at Jack.
“Why don’t you get some sleep, okay?” You said. Jack nodded and he laid on the bed. You sighed and moved Sam and Dean out of the room. You hated fighting in front of children, you didn’t care if this child was a Nephilim.
You stormed away from the bedroom and to your bag, throwing the first aid kit on the couch. You grabbed your bag and sighed.
“No, Y/N, where are you going? We need you.” Dean said, pushing his brother to the side.
“No, Dean, you don’t!” You said, turning around with tears in your eyes. “I don’t want to stay here when the person I love the most hates me and can’t stand to be around me. I’m leaving, Dean, and this time, I’m not coming back.” You looked at Sam to see him carry a guilty look but you didn’t care.
You left the house, walking to your car. You needed to get away from here or else your heart would break even more. You threw your bag in the backseat and was about to get in the car when a voice stopped you.
“Y/N, wait…” Sam said with a sigh, sticking his hands in his pockets. You didn’t turn around because if you did, your heart would break more.
“Sam, just go away. I don’t want to hear it.”
“I love you. I don’t hate you.” He blurted out, making you freeze. You turned around and looked at him, your angry façade crumbling.
“You love me?”
“I never stopped.”
“I don’t understand, Sam.” You started to say but Sam cut you off.
“No, listen, I know I’ve acted like a dick, asshole, douchebag, whatever you want to call me, I’ve acted like it and you didn’t deserve any of it. I hated watching you walk out but I hated myself for not stopping you. I shouldn’t have let you go.” He said, sighing deeply.
“Then, why did you? Sam, why were you treating me like a child? I know for damn certain it wasn’t because you didn’t want me to hunt alone. That’s bullshit.” You said, needing an explanation.
“I wanted to protect you…” Sam said, trailing off.
“No, Sam, don’t give me that. How you treated me, that wasn’t protection, that was possession.” You said, taking a few steps closer to him.
“No, you don’t get it, Y/N. I watched Jessica burn on the ceiling. I could have protected her but I didn’t. I pulled in Eileen into this life we live and she died because of me. I couldn’t protect her. Everyone I meet, dies and it’s all my fault. I couldn’t let that happen to you. You’re the love of my life and if you died because of me, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. Pushing you away seemed like the easier choice.” Sam said, looking at the ground.
Your heart quenched at this and you sighed, walking closer to him, putting your hands on his chest. You made him look at you and you stared into his eyes.
“Sam, I know how to take care of myself. I appreciate you wanting to protect me and look out for me but you can’t be there all the time. I married you because I felt safe with you, because I love you. That will never change no matter how much of a dick you act like. I married you because you’re Sam Winchester. You protect me just by being there for me.” You said, moving your hands to around his neck.
He placed his hands on your waist and you could see the tears in his eyes.
“I love you so much.” Sam whispered.
“I love you.” You said, standing up on your toes and pressing your lips against his. You haven’t felt at home in a while but you were home right now. You knew that you and Sam would be okay from this moment forward. You two would face the whole world together but it didn’t matter as long as he was by your side.
Warnings: Nothing really; this is really just a big pile of fluff. There’s some mentions of past angst? But mostly just feel-good stuff.
A/N: This is my submission for @hannahindie and @pinknerdpanda‘s Pop-Punk’s Not Dead Challenge. My song was “Seasons” by Good Charlotte. I didn’t use the lyrics in my fic, but I will put them here because they are the inspiration. As always, feedback is definitely appreciated!!
P.S. I’m not sure if this was supposed to be angsty, but it definitely isn’t. Sorry if it was!
*I do not own or claim any of the gifs/characters.
“Laying in the summer grass, you told me not to talk so fast,
As I told you how I feel,
You made me feel right at home,
You told me I was not alone and you knew just how I feel.”
It was rare that you had a calm day to just chill out at the bunker with the boys. You usually spent those days wrapped up in your fuzzy blanket while catching up on the latest Marvel Series on Netflix, but today was different.
Today you had rushed into Sam’s room and jumped on his bed, nearly knocking the book he was reading out of his hands.
“Woah,” Sam laughed at your unusual behavior, “Are you okay, Y/N?”
“Of course I’m okay, Sammy.” You ruffled his hair with a smile, “The question is, are you okay? Why are you inside on this beautiful day? Do you know how warm it is, Sammy? Do you?”
He had shaken his head with that gorgeous smile of his, possibly wondering what kind of drugs you were on, but he still let you pull him out of bed and towards the kitchen.
Twenty minutes later, packed with a large blanket, a picnic basket, and your favorite book, you had both headed out of the dark bunker and into the sunlight.
Sam led the way through the woods, dodging low branches and thick roots, before walking into the clearing he had found on a run a year ago.
You still remembered the excited smile he had while showing you his discovery; the way it made his eyes brighten with your newly-shared secret.
If Dean ever wondered where you and Sam had often disappeared to, he never asked, and that was fine by you. You liked having something special to share with Sammy.
Sam laid the blanket down and began pulling out the snacks you had packed: some type of overly-healthy sandwich for him and a couple slices of leftover pizza for you.
“Isn’t this better than the bunker?” You twirled with your arms outstretched and head fallen back, relishing the warmth of the sun on your face.
When Sam didn’t respond, you stopped spinning and opened your eyes; your hunter’s instincts kicking in at the way everything was too quiet.
The blanket and basket in front of you were abandoned; only a sad-looking sandwich was sitting in place of the youngest Winchester.
“Sam?” You hesitantly called out.
Arms were suddenly wrapped around you, lifting you up off the ground and over a firm shoulder.
Your senses became overwhelmed with everything that is Sam; his gentle touch, the musk and spice that made up his cologne, and his beautiful laughter caressing your ears.
You didn’t even have a chance to scream before he began spinning around, jostling you with every step he took.
Pounding on his back you yelled, “Let me down, ya big ole moose!”
“What’s that?” He chuckled, not showing any sign of letting you go, “I can’t hear you!”
You couldn’t help the laughter that escaped, betraying your pleas of release.
“Sammy!” You squealed, feeling him come to an abrupt halt.
There was a moment of fear as your body began to fall toward the ground, but Sam’s arms cushioned your landing in the grass.
His eyes shone from above you and a dimpled smile distracted you from forming any coherent thoughts. The only thing you could seem to focus on was how beautiful your best friend was.
Impulsively, you reached out and brushed a stray piece of hair away from his face, refusing to take your eyes off of him, even for a second.
“Y/N …” His voice was low, almost a whisper, “I need to tell you something.”
He leaned back onto his calves and covered his mouth with his hands, suddenly looking a lot less carefree.
“Uh … okay?” You slowly sat up, broken from the trance he had on you just seconds ago, trying not to worry too much about what he was about to say.
Sam must have noticed your slight frown, because he dropped his hands and forced a smile.
“It’s nothing bad, Y/N.” He assured you before quickly continuing, “I mean, I don’t think it’s bad. I guess it depends on your definition of bad and how exactly you feel−”
“Sammy!” You interrupted his babbling, “Slow down; you’re talking way too fast.”
You reached out and placed a reassuring hand on his arm, watching as his chest quickly rose and fell; he was nervous, but you had no idea why.
“Okay, Y/N; you know you’re my best friend, right?” He asked, “We’ve been through a lot of shit together and you know me better than anyone else.”
“Besides Dean.” You interjected with a soft smile, thinking about all the times the oldest Winchester had proven his loyalty to his little brother. If anyone knew Sam, it was Dean.
“Yeah,” He chuckled softly, “besides Dean.”
There was a pregnant pause where Sam appeared to be debating something in his head, his hazel eyes seemingly looking through you as his thoughts ran in different directions.
“Sam, what does our friendship have to do with this?” You prodded after becoming impatient. His silence was starting to worry you.
He nodded his head as if finally coming to a decision, “Okay, I’m just going to say it.” He took a deep breath and grabbed your hand, “Y/N, I’m in love with you. I have been ever since that hunt in Savannah. We were in that small motel while Dean went to the bar to get drunk; the hunt didn’t go as planned and we lost someone …”
Memories from that night began to pop up in your head: the way Sam had opened up to you, the tears that rolled down his cheeks, and his arms wrapped around your middle as you ran your fingers through his soft hair.
“I told you it was my fault the woman died and that I should leave hunting for good. You looked up at me with those gorgeous, Y/E/C eyes of yours and you told me that sometimes bad things happen, and we can’t control that. What we can control, though, is how we react.” He placed his palm on your cheek and smiled, “You convinced me that night that I wasn’t a bad person, and that I do a lot of great things while hunting. You made me see a side of myself that I hadn’t been able to see in a long time, and I knew right then and there that I was in love with you.”
You opened your mouth to respond, but Sam interrupted you before you could say anything.
“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way; I just couldn’t go any longer without telling you.” He began to take his hand away from yours, but you gripped it tighter and pulled him towards you.
You wrapped your arms around his neck as your lips crashed against each other. At first, Sam seemed too shocked to respond, but he recovered quickly and gripped the back of your neck, pulling you even closer.
Breaking away from his kiss, you let out a soft laugh before finally admitting, “I’m in love with you too, Sam Winchester. Have been ever since that hunt in Savannah.”
You loved the smile that spread across his face, showcasing his amazing dimples, and brightening his hazel eyes.
As his lips found yours again, you couldn’t help but feel like this was your home: wrapped safely in your favorite hunter’s arms.
