We Were Bound To Meet
Characters: Sam x FBI!Reader, Dean, Henrikson, Brianna (OC)
Word Count: 3,056
Warnings: no warnings here, maybe talk of a boyfriend wanting to kill a girlfriend but he was a monster so, maybe that’s why (<that wasn’t spoilers), fluffy Sam at the end
Request: Can you do a fluffy Sam fic where him and the reader are soulmates and they finally meet each other and instantly click? Sorry if this bad!
Summary: You’re the best in The Bureau but only because you were a hunter. you knew how to protect yourself, to make sure that the cases got solved before anyone with prying eyes had a chance to see. You knew you just had to take on this case and you were glad you did.
Author’s Note: Sorry this took so long to be out. If you want to be a Bean or a Queen, pop me an ask!
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“Y/N, you’re wanted in conference room 3C.” Your assistant, Brianna said from the half open door to your office. You looked up from your desk and you sighed. You were busy with things right now and didn’t need another assignment on your plate.
“With who? What is going on?” You asked.
“They didn’t say, but I’m assuming it’s another case.” She said with a look of sympathy on her face.
“Great, this is just what I need.” You grumbled under your breath, minimizing your tabs before locking your computer and making sure the confidential files on your desk were put away. You got up and left your office, watching as Briana took her seat again at the desk right outside your door.
“Good luck!” Brianna said before you disappeared around the corner. You walked down the hall, people glancing at you as you passed. You were well known at The Bureau and even more so since your recent promotion. You walked into conference room 3C and everyone that was already inside turned to look at you. It looks like you were the only person they were waiting on.
“Sorry if you were waiting on me, Hendrickson.” You said as you took a seat, waiting for them to begin.
“Alright, now that we’re all here, I would like to discuss the case I’m going to be assigning one of you on,” Hendrickson said. You wondered what kind of crime was going on in the world today and if it was human related or monster related. “We have two victims brutally stabbed in Cedarburg, Wisconsin.”
You perked up on the name of the city. You were doing some investigating on your own and your case just happened to be in Cedarburg. Could it be your case is the same as his? You didn’t say anything but kept on listening.
“One of the victims was identified, but the other has yet to be. The weirdest thing about this is the markings they found on the bodies of both victims.” Hendrickson said, taking out pictures from a folder and passing them around. When they got to you, you looked at them and your mouth went dry.
Carved on the man’s body were Enochian symbols that you recognized for your lore books. See, the thing with you was that you weren’t just a normal FBI Agent. You were also a hunter. You became a real FBI Agent to blend in more. Of course, you had double the work and barely got enough sleep, but you got access to all kinds of cool equipment to help you on cases.
You became a hunter when your ex-boyfriend was bitten by a vampire and got turned. He tried killing you and nearly did, but you got away just in time and killed him. After that, you read up on everything about vampires, moving from one kind of monster to the other.
Soon, you were hunting alone, trying to make ends meet with what little materialistic things you had. You didn’t lead an honest life, like most hunters don’t. You stole a lot and had fraudulent cards, but you always made sure nothing could be traced back to you in case the FBI or the police found something.
You saw your window of opportunity to become a police officer and took it, joining the team in only a few short years. You still hunted but made sure your game was higher than ever, ranking in the top three officers of your class.
You were a police officer for about five years before moving into the FBI and starting from the bottom, but you made sure you worked your ass off and it payed off. You were very well respected in the FBI and you were very smart. Being a hunter almost all your life helped in that department and you were able to look at cases in a new light, often solving them on your own.
Now, you knew how to really cover your tracks and used your own computer at work for supernatural related cases. Your work computer was encrypted and set up on its own VPN server, so there was no way any research or hacking could be linked back to you. Even the phone calls, e-mails, and documents you worked on were all protected from prying eyes and after eight years of doing this, you were safe.
And now, the case being presented to you was the same case you were researching. They just didn’t know about the supernatural like you did.
You passed off the folder to the agent next to you and looked at Hendrickson. He gave you and the other agents in the room more information regarding the circumstances of the murders and who might be suspects. The only reason the FBI was called into this was because of the markings. Local authorities were concerned that it might be some kind of religious cult or fanatics, so the FBI was called in to investigate it.
You had to be the Agent in charge of this otherwise it would be a lot harder for you to do your job as a hunter.
“So, any volunteers on this one. It’s a tough one, but you’re all my best Agents.” Hendrickson said.
“I’ll do it,” You said, making everyone turn to look at you. You made sure to answer, careful to not sound too eager about it.
“Y/L/N, this is a tough case. Are you sure you’re up for it?”
“Yes, I’m fully aware of what might happen and the circumstances on this case.” You said, leaning back in your seat.
“Then you’re going to need some help. Round up a team and then you can—”
“I’m sorry, sir, but I would like to work on this alone. I’m the best when it comes to figuring out these kinds of cases and no offense to anyone in here but I’d work a lot faster if I were alone.” You said, cutting off your boss. He stared at you, his mouth in a thin line.
“Alright, you have one week to figure this out or else I’m sending a team of my own agents out.” He said, sliding the folder over to you.
“Trust me, sir, I’ll only need a couple of days.” You said, grabbing the folder and getting up. You left the room, leaving the other Agents speechless. People knew you worked fast and some were baffled how you were able to solve these cases so easily but they never questioned you. You kept to yourself and the only person who may have had an inkling about what was going on was Brianna.
She was the only person you trusted since you saved her from a spirit haunting. She didn’t question it, but it solidified her trust in you. She never told anyone, which you were grateful about, and she didn’t ask questions to know more. She left well enough alone and you were happy about that.
You walked back to your office, passing Brianna on the way.
“Hey, was I right? Was it another case?”
“It’s more than a case. It’s my kind of case.” You said, winking at her before walking into your office. She got up and rushed after you, closing the door behind her.
“Your kind of case? Could I see?” She asked. Just because she didn’t ask questions didn’t mean she wasn’t curious. You nodded and handed her the folder to which she opened and shuffled through the photos and notes.
“What are those markings?” She asked.
“Enochian, angel symbols. You don’t want to know.” You said, taking the folder back.
“You know what, I think you’re right. I figured you would take the case so I booked you a first-class ticket to Wisconsin in the morning. It leaves late tonight.”
“You are a life saver. Keep the office alive for me until I get back, yeah?” You said with a smile.
“You know I will.” She said with a laugh.
24 hours had passed since you grabbed the case before anyone else could. You were in the motel room you snagged, even though Brianna booked you at a hotel. Motels were safer because they had less security which means you could bring in your weapons with an even lesser chance of someone seeing you.
When you got there, you saw a beautiful, sleek black car in front of a room and you wondered who owned it. You weren’t a big car fanatic but you could appreciate them visually. You shook your head and walked into your room, taking your duffel bag of weapons before shutting the door.
You got out the case file and opened your encrypted work laptop to use your abilities of an FBI Agent to do some research on the case. Another benefit of being an FBI Agent was the unlimited database access and no chance of being arrested for hacking a federal database. You knew the ins and outs of each program and were able to make quick work of accessing them.
You hacked into security cameras of the surrounding buildings from the crime scene to see if they caught something. You frowned, seeing something on a traffic cam. You watched the playback, seeing the same black car in the parking lot outside run through a red light before stopping in front of the crime scene.
You looked at the time stamp and saw this happened only a few hours ago.
Two men got out and you lucked out that the angle of the traffic cam caught exactly what they were doing. You didn’t know who they were or why they were there but they were messing with the corpse, the one with the Angel symbols carved in it.
You took screenshots of the parts you needed and printed those out on your portable printer you brought with you. You grabbed the pictures and your badge along with your pistol before exiting your room. You walked a few doors down where their car was parked in front of. You rapped on the door and waited for someone to answer.
When it was opened, you stared into a pair of brilliant green eyes. He wasn’t dressed to go to sleep, he was in the same outfit you saw him wearing in the traffic cam footage.
“Yes, hi, I’m Agent Y/L/N,” You started, pulling out your badge to show the man who you were. “And I would like to ask you a couple of questions. Do you happen to be rooming with another man?” Green Eyes stared at you and for a moment and you saw a flash of panic before he shuffled behind the door. He opened it wider and walked over to his jacket that was hanging on the back of a chair.
He pulled out something and flashed you a badge of his own. You were an expert in fraud and forgery, and you knew a fake badge when you saw one. You nodded and he put it away, looking behind him as a man exited out of the bathroom, only a towel around his waist.
Your eyes met and it was like something sparked inside of you. Even from the distance you were at, you could tell that his eyes were a vibrant green speckled with a shade of brown that made them sparkle no matter where he looked. He was also well defined but you weren’t focusing on that as much even though you definitely wanted to.
There was something about this man that made you feel safe, like he was a good man despite what happened to him in his life.
“Oh, I’m sorry, is there a problem?” Towel Guy said, grabbing a shirt before tugging it on to cover up despite your borderline lewd thoughts.
“Yes, I’m Agent Y/L/N,” you said, flashing him your badge. “I would like to ask you and him some questions if that’s okay.”
“Yeah, of course, just let me get dressed and we’ll be right out.” You nodded at Towel guy and Green Eyes closed the door before you could say anything. You heard hushed whispers come from inside but you turned to look at the car in question. You walked to the car and around the back, looking at the license plate. Yes, same plate. They didn’t even think to ditch the car.
You walked to the side and peered inside the car but didn’t see anything too alarming aside from no seatbelts.
“What can we help you with?” You straightened up to see both men outside, Green Eyes with his arms crossed and Towel Guy leaning against a pillar.
“Yes, do you realize this car was at the scene of a crime?” You walked over to the two men and held out the pictures for them to see. “I’m doing an investigation on this case and I would like to know what you were doing there.”
“Do you realize we’re also FBI?” Green Eyes said, showing you his badge before Towel Guy reluctantly showed you his. Yep, totally fake badges.
“Do you realize that FBI badges are gold and not bronze plated like yours are? Do you realize that your pictures are smudged like it was printed off a crappy printer at Kinkos? Do you realize that impersonating an FBI Agent is punishable up to three years in prison and/or being fined a ridiculous amount of money?” You said, seeing the color drain from their faces.
“Agent Y/L/N… we can explain.” Towel Guy said, stuttering a little. You looked at him and felt that spark when your eyes met. You had no idea how dangerous these guys were but damn, why did it feel like you knew this man already?
“You should start with your names and why you were at that crime scene.”
“My name is Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean.” Towel Guy said.
“And if we tell you why we were there, you wouldn’t believe us.” You looked at Dean and bit your lip. Maybe they were hunters.
“Try me.” You said, relaxing your posture a bit, not feeling threatened by them.
“There is an Angel here, killing people and carving Enochian symbols on the victim’s chest. We don’t know why yet, so that is why we went to the crime scene.” Dean said, laying it all on the line. Yes, they were hunters and if you were to work with them, you would get this done a lot faster.
“Follow me,” You said, walking to your room. You looked back at the brothers to see them staring at each other, having a silent communication. “Well, come on.” Sam and Dean followed you to you room and you led them inside.
“I’ve been studying these symbols for a while now and I think I have some leads on where the Angel might be hiding in or who the Angel might be possessing.” You said, sitting at your desk. Both brothers stared at you in shock, not knowing how to react.
“You’re a hunter?” Sam spoke finally.
“Yeah, sorry about the whole ‘you’re going to jail if you don’t tell me’ thing. It was just a scare tactic.” You said, looking at the brothers and smirking at their baffled faces.
“How…? But you’re…?” Sam said, trying to think of the right question to ask.
“Are we in trouble?” Dean asked.
“No, you’re not.”
“Great, I’m going across the street to the bar to get a few rounds before we jump into this. Sam, you coming?” Dean asked his brother. You and Sam both stared at one another and you wished he didn’t go. You felt drawn to him, like it was fate that you and him were supposed to meet.
“Uh, no, go ahead without me.” Sam said. You grinned and Dean shrugged, not seeing the obvious connection.
“Suit yourself. I’ll be back.” Dean said, leaving the room to go drown his confusion in alcohol. Sam sat across from you and it was clear he was curious about you. He opened his mouth to say something, but you spoke before he could.
“I became a hunter when my ex-boyfriend tried to kill me after he was turned into a vampire. I had to fend for myself and tried to hunt alone for a while. I was a bad kid, fraud and theft, like I’m sure you know. Then I saw the opportunity to become a police officer and I took it. I was still hunting, which was harder than it looks, but I made it. Now, because of my skills as a hunter, I’m one of, if not the best, Agent there is. It makes it a lot easier to get access to traffic cams and databases and even to guns and other kinds of weapons. You’d be surprised the kind of secrets the government is hiding.” You finished.
“Wow, you know, I was kind of scared there for a minute. It’s not the first time I was arrested and escaped jail, but the last time we were caught by the FBI, I had to die in order to get out.” Sam said.,
“You died?” You said, not believing your ears.
“Yeah I did and it was a pain in the ass. Oh man, Agent Y/L/N you have no clue what’s out there.”
“Call me Y/N.” You said, sticking your hand out. When Sam grabbed it you gasped, feeling these intense shocks go through your body. It felt like two pieces of a puzzle finally coming together, like you and Sam belonged together.
“Did you feel that?” You whispered.
“Yeah, I did.”
“What does it mean?” You asked.
“It means that we might be spending a lot more time together than I thought.” Sam said with a smile. You didn’t let go of his hand and even when the case was over, you didn’t want to leave. Even though you’d only known Sam for a week, it felt like forever and you didn’t want to give that up.
You were still an FBI Agent, but that didn’t stop you from working with the Winchesters. You believed in soulmates and maybe you and Sam were each other’s. But, soulmates or not, you still had jobs to do and people to save.
But that never stopped your love life before, so why should it now?
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